( with some frame of strange joviality, he tosses his guts over and around his neck, like a fashionable scarf. )
Sure, sure.
( really, lucifer can't afford to be so frivolous with magic. hell is few and far away now, and he's almost weak enough to need a feeding every week, like one of his simple dark makings, vampires with cattle or rats or maybe people, he can't remember. he can't remember portion control, either. his intestines are around his neck and he can only picture them forming a noose around hers, which would in fact require more guts, and so there are. a suicidal amount of intestines β not by disembowelment, but by hanging.
safely said, he takes her boots off, tossing them on the ground, pressing his thumb in the sole of her foot, before placing in respectfully on his hard cock, so she knows it's there. Β he sighs, contented. )
Changed my mind. Don't care.
( he's on her, flipping her back on her stomach, guts making a bodily warm mess of her back before he tosses them in front of her face. doggy's treat pile, if they had a bowl and not a few vibrant leaves to cup the gore. he moves her thong to the side, his shorts down, and shoves his cock deep inside her with one mean motion, grunting in her ear. imagining eve stuffing her hungry little tongue in adam's tight little pussy, and fucking her spit out, rutting into her like a beast possessed. there's very little art to his motions βΒ he just wants to fuck her forever, let her eat him just as long. )
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Sure, sure.
( really, lucifer can't afford to be so frivolous with magic. hell is few and far away now, and he's almost weak enough to need a feeding every week, like one of his simple dark makings, vampires with cattle or rats or maybe people, he can't remember. he can't remember portion control, either. his intestines are around his neck and he can only picture them forming a noose around hers, which would in fact require more guts, and so there are. a suicidal amount of intestines β not by disembowelment, but by hanging.
safely said, he takes her boots off, tossing them on the ground, pressing his thumb in the sole of her foot, before placing in respectfully on his hard cock, so she knows it's there. Β he sighs, contented. )
Changed my mind. Don't care.
( he's on her, flipping her back on her stomach, guts making a bodily warm mess of her back before he tosses them in front of her face. doggy's treat pile, if they had a bowl and not a few vibrant leaves to cup the gore. he moves her thong to the side, his shorts down, and shoves his cock deep inside her with one mean motion, grunting in her ear. imagining eve stuffing her hungry little tongue in adam's tight little pussy, and fucking her spit out, rutting into her like a beast possessed. there's very little art to his motions βΒ he just wants to fuck her forever, let her eat him just as long. )