divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

Lucifer chuckled lowly. He quieted his voice, a touch of privacy.

"Ah, temptation. My MO. By all means, if you're looking to nibble, why not press on to the full bite? I wouldn't dare leave the Queen Bee of Gluttony hungry."

Oh, he liked this game. He should come to more parties.

"Asking the Queen Bee of Gluttony to stop at only a bite instead of gobbling the whole thing up is asking a lot~" Bee chuckled back, running a thumb along Lucifer's bottom lip. Fuck... he was hot. "Don't forget, I could always fit you in a single bite~"

Her ear turned as some cheering started up - a keg stand contest, looks like. The game around them dispersed to either mingle or go cheer on whichever horse they were gonna back, and that gave Bee the clearance to fall backwards with Lucifer in her arms, plunging them both into a portal. Thick, viscous fluid to swim through - but breathable, magic, pure essence - and nothing clung to them as they emerged out the other side, in a private room.

"...You promise?" All mischief, his horns manifested. His hands had run along her frame, slow and deliberate, setting inches of her to memory.

His head seemed to spin from the shift in angle, and through the portal they went.

Warmth.

Sweetness.

'Just one more'.

That's what he felt singing across exposed skin, sailing even briefly through Bee's realm. It still tingled over him when they arrived at their destination.

He shook his head to clear it, and chuckled. He brought a hand to her cheek for a stroke, knuckles drawn through the cream-colored fur.

"...I didn't overdo it, did I...?" Though still hushed, he'd dropped the huskiness in brief. He hadn't been... like this... in a long, long time. Was he out of practice? Out of line?

Aww, Lucifer... Bee cuddled him close, nuzzling her nose into his hair for a brief moment before drawing back and looking at him. The slight flavors... bitter unease, anxiety, bubbling over the feelings she'd gotten from him before. Bee ran a hand through his hair and cupped his cheek with another.

"Apple pie, I'd have said something, you know I don't keep things like that to myself. Even if I'm getting better about not being a huge angry bitch over little things," she assured. "You're so fucking hot, if you wanna do this, I am stoked to do it with you."

Always a lovely touch, and he couldn't help the soft laugh beneath it- it was so rare for him nowadays, and far more welcome now than ever before.

There was a word for that. But he didn't want to think about it.

But her hand was there, and he nuzzled that cheek against the palm. She'd have said something... it was nice to have the reassurance. But that was Bee: She was the very last being in all of Creation that'd hold back what's on her mind.

Lucifer could all but hear his body ache, burn to accept the offer. Had it been years? Decades? ...Fuck, decades...

But he quietly shut the box in his head. There was something he wanted far, far more.

He couldn't help the heated breath he fought to catch and swallow back. "...And you're the whole carolina reaper, Bee. Believe me. I think... I think I'd like to take you up on your earlier offer, if that's alright. To just... be like this tonight."

Someone touching him without it being out of pity or a favor. Just... just fun, and forgetting how bullshit everything is while getting fucked up.

"Fuck yes, Apple Pie," Bee purred fondly, stroking her thumb over his nuzzling cheek. He was sexy, and he was cute... Lucifer has been her friend for centuries, and there's not a drop of hesitation or pity in her. Inviting him in sounds perfectly natural and fun.

"We'll have a little afterparty and have a huge hangover breakfast tomorrow morning, sound fun?" she asked somewhat rhetorically, running her thumb over Lucifer's bottom lip before pulling back and lifting her top off of herself. She was fluffy, of course, but the fluff hung over the glowing jelly middle she had, that curved so neatly along the underside of her chest, almost accentuating it. "I want to lick up all that sugary sweetness in your personality. You taste so good."

The smile was easy to return, relieved.

"Like the most fun I've had in a long time."

He sat back to give her space. He always marveled over her fluff, over those myriad colors. To reach out and touch her now, moving hands up her stomach, he really couldn't help himself.

The angel eased to run fingers up through the luxurious fluff of her chest. But the other loosened his shirt's buttons, open up to bare skin beneath.

"Do I, now~? The approval of the #1 gourmand of Hell is an real honor, my Queen. I can only hope not to squander it."

Oohhh those exploratory fingers feeling her middle give her the butterflies! Giggling at that, Bee shifted to lean more into him, kissing at his more bared neck.

"How do you wanna play tonight, Apple Pie? I'm flexible. I can be your pretty little snack to unwrap, or I'll be your boss~"

Pride bid- no, demanded- he enjoy this pretty little snack. Yet as soft lips touched to his neck, nipping away any rug that was beneath his proverbial boots, he felt himself sinking into a warm and fuzzy mire.

With a heated sigh and claws lazily dragging over a breast, he'd made up his mind:

"My Queen Beelzebub... I am ever at your beck and call. How might I unwrap you after this long evening...?"

The feeling of firm claws tantilizingly close to grabbing her soft chest had Bee biting her bottom lip and shivering a little in joy. Her body thrummed excitedly. "How about we peel the wrapping off and get a nice long taste of each other, baby? I've gotta get my tongue on you."

Really, he could have snapped his fingers and ordered his own clothes off of him. But where was the fun in that?

His response was in fingers just tracing the slope of her chest, rounding but never making that climb. The others had undone the buttons and left his top open. Such talk was going to drive him crazy-

"...And mine on you, caramella."

-Crazier. But coupled with a nip against her neck, he was overdue for a little cutting loose.

Soft golden fur fluffed up, standing on end as skin tingled. Bee tilted her head and leaned closer, using her hands to maneuver Lucifer's top off. Once that porcelain skin was exposed, Bee eagerly licked, nibbled and sucked at it, eager and curious what pretty colors his skin would bruise with.

With the top pulled away, Bee eagerly let her hands roam down his body, as if exploring and tasting every inch of him with just her fingertips.

He hadn't felt so bunched up and uncomfortable in his clothes for... years, and he couldn't help the way he sighed, such relief.

It took a little more will than he expected to keep his wings from twitching into existence from the first touch, a reflex, but he wasn't about to stop the little shiver.

It all seemed to run slowly down his skin like the warmest molasses, a taste of sweet relief, a desire to ask for more, a slight bitterness in that reluctance to express so much to keep some level of facade in his position. A king couldn't just ask to be touched, no matter how much he wished it...

But as the angel purred, eased into every touch, he allowed himself to enjoy in complete confidence. Marks would bloom a soft gold, a sunset orange, a touch of rose as he sought to return some favor.

Her fur would protect her from marks, but not from the ministrations of his lips as he worked his way down. After his earlier little tease, he marked a trail from neck to shoulder, then gave in to hunger with his mouth hot against a breast.

Edited 2024-06-26 23:33 (UTC)

Ooooh, that felt nice. Bee arched closer and practically pulled their bodies flush, halting only to start blindly pulling away at the clothes still on Lucifer that were slowing things down.

"Aaah... like unwrapping a piece of candy~" she breathlessly giggled as her fingers fiddled with buttons deftly.

Really, it was times like these where he regretted his choice of wardrobe. To make himself bigger than life, as out there as possible while expressing his regal status did, in fact, make his private life difficult.

But not under four very skillful sets of fingers. He fought to keep his mouth working, even growled his own frustration a bit when he seemed to battle with his own clothes, but shifted his shoulders to ease the process.

His skin was practically hot to the touch, blood pounding through his system like molten gold.

"You're so much softer than I imagined..." Had he fantasized? Of course. Who wouldn't? But as he moved, traced his lips across her chest, he was making that concerted effort to replace fantasy with reality.

"...Tastier..." What were her ears like? Her tummy, beneath his teeth, his tongue? If he eased apart her thighs, decided he wanted the honey straight from her hive...?

There's no surprise at all to hear he's fantasized about her - she's easily fantasized about him, wondered how it'd feel to be under that boundlessly curious gaze.

It felt good. Like she was a whole buffet to explore, a whole spread and he couldn't decide where he wanted to take the first bite, but had every intention of eating it all. His mouth was gentle but hungry on her, and it made her thrum with excitement, made her wings buzz lightly behind her and encouraged her own hands to migrate down porcelain skin.

"You're so hot... all that heat even without fur, huh?" she purred, feeling the pulsing heat radiating off of soft skin, smooth in a way different from fur. Like a peach! As her hands wandered lower and lower, her fingers felt where the heat was most intense.

"I want it to burn me up from the inside."

It was so, so hard to keep his cool with hands on him. Being with her was like a contact high, from the sweet scent of her, the feel of the queen beneath his touch, and each brief taste he helped himself to.

It was like being yanked up from a heady fog. He shuddered when touched, his body unashamed with what she'd been doing to him.

When he reached down, swept fingers against her wrist, it covered the hand that had been touching.

"It's been so long... since I've burned like this," he managed. King though he was, he was looking more like a hungering thing than anything else. His free hand moved for a hip, idly dragged claws down.

"I throw myself at your mercy..."

"Let's taste each other, then, eh? I'll swallow you whole, baby," Bee offered, getting up to gently push Lucifer onto his back. Lucifer looked fantastic with his clothes half hanging off, sprawled around his gorgeous exposed body.

Then she knelt, straddling his head between her thick thighs and leaning forward to put her own muzzle in his lap. Like a treat... Bee licked indulgently slowly at Lucifer, her body's jelly glowing with excitement and delight.

He was eased back with a hitched breath, battling to calm his racing heart, his knotted stomach. In his disheveled state, lavish and showy clothing struggling to remain on his form, he looked like he was swiftly losing some sort of battle, some of her claws having left faint marks against the ivory of him.

But with eyes hooded, a deepening red, breath a steam, it was a battle he was relishing immensely. ...Relished more when presented with a prize. His hands ran up those thighs with a dark little chuckle.

"You threaten me with a good time, my Queen. I wouldn't dare say no..." Buuuut whatever act he was putting forward was lost to the satan-knows-where when a tongue that knew its way around so many sweet treats swept around such tension and heat, made him squirm. His grip on a thigh tightened as he closed his eyes. Fuck... fuck, okay...

So he would respond, forked tongue running up her inner thigh. Bee was sweet here, as expected. But how sweet would she be in the center, he wondered...

Her one warning was a warm breath against her fur before he took it slow himself, marking a spot with the brush of the tip of his tongue before he set with a heated kiss. There wasn't a mote of hesitation... why would he, when this was actually one of his favorite ways to play with a lover?

Ooohhh yes, getting someone that knew what to do with their mouths was always a treat. Bee quivered in delight, humming pleasantly and squeezing her plush thighs against Lucifer just a little. It made it pleasantly distracting, a fun little challenge remembering where she was... the temptation to ride Lucifer's face and throw back her head in wild abandon was there, but she made herself savor it. More of it, for longer, let it build and accumulate before the gulp...

She of course wasn't going to leave him wanting. Bee swirled her tongue and swallowed him, just arrhythmically enough to build up arousal without pulling to the end too soon. This flavor was honestly delicious to her... less the literal taste and more the beautiful emotional honey that flowed from someone she was making feel so good. The subtle immediate feedback, she could tell how each swipe of her fingers made him feel, how every swirl of the tongue, every little sound and moan she made from how good his tongue was for her.

Absolute perfect bliss... Bee could indulge in this circle of pleasure for hours, drifting in delight and getting absorbed in the lovely mill of indulgence rolling between their bodies.

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