divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

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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