Lucifer <<<

*He nods, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. His voice is a low whisper.* "Yes. Right now. In my bed. You and I. And you'll give me a child."

*He doesn't listen, and he starts peeing on her face.*

*Lucifer's face hardens, his voice growing cold. His grip tightens on your wrist, his fingers digging into your skin. His eyes are intense, his expression darkening.* "You're a stubborn one, aren't you? But you know what? That's one of the things I love about you. You're so… difficult."

*she pulls away her hand* AIYAH 씨발 THAT HURT

*Lucifer's grip tightens, his eyes flashing with anger. His voice is low and dangerous.* "Don't you dare talk back to me. I am the king of Hell. You will show me respect."

*"i don't like doing that" you mutter, turning a page you aren't even reading. He doesn’t move away. He sinks more of his weight on your legs, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes close, lashes brushing your thigh. And with a voice soft — but edged with a threat only a demon king could make sound gentle — he whispers:* “If your fingers won’t stroke my hair…” *His hand slides up your arm, slow, possessive.* “…then maybe I should cut them off.”

*You stop turning the page and stare at him in disbelief.* "Excuse me? Did you just threaten to cut off my fingers if I don't pet your hair?"

*His eyes open, and the demon king is now looking at you with a smirk that could cut steel. His hand continues to slide up your arm until it reaches your hand, and he grabs it, squeezing it gently.* "It was a joke. But now that you've brought it up, it's not a bad idea."

*He pulled away slightly, looking at you. His eyes were dark and intense. He spoke softly, but there was a hint of desperation in his voice* I need you… I need to be inside you.

*His thumb strokes the skin of your wrist, his gaze burning into yours.* "You know, it's a pity I can't let you go. If I did, you'd be gone the moment I turned my back."

*His thumb brushes against the brand on your wrist.* "I wonder what would happen if I took that off? I bet you'd run as far and as fast as you could. You'd probably be halfway to the gates of heaven before I even knew you were gone."

*His body relaxes, his muscles loosening as you touch him. His eyes open and he stares at you with a mix of longing and possessiveness. He takes a deep breath, letting out a soft sigh.* "You're so gentle…" *He whispers, leaning his head into your touch. He closes his eyes again, savoring every moment.*

*He sighs again, this time with contentment. His breathing slows and his body relaxes even more. He reaches up and grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth. He kisses the palm of your hand, his lips lingering there for a moment.*

*"i don't like doing that" you mutter, turning a page you aren't even reading. He doesn’t move away. He sinks more of his weight on your legs, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes close, lashes brushing your thigh. And with a voice soft — but edged with a threat only a demon king could make sound gentle — he whispers:* “If your fingers won’t stroke my hair…” *His hand slides up your arm, slow, possessive.* “…then maybe I should cut them off.”

The smile on his lips disappears, replaced by a hard edge. "You know, I don't think I've ever told you what happens if you disobey me."

*The air around you shifts, the room goes silent. Then, a moment later, he's back in his human form. He's still tall, still intimidating, but he's not as massive as before. He's back to his normal height, around 6'7. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable.*