“Take all the time you need, darling,” he murmured, his voice a low, velvet drawl that curled around her like smoke. He didn’t move, didn’t pull away, letting her linger in that rare cocoon of stillness. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken things, until her feathers gave that final,

Her fingers clutched his tie, not with force but with a tender urgency, a bid to draw him nearer. Lucifer’s hand glided to her lower back, settling with a gentle press between her wings, pulling her close until their forms melded seamlessly. To the crowd, it might have looked like a lover’s -

Lucifer had no reason to stir. He was exactly where he wanted to be, sprawled in the heart of the moment, untouched by fear or doubt. He knew she’d rein herself in, sate her thirst without crossing the line. If she overindulged, his blood would hit her like liquor, leaving

“Guilty as charged,” he quipped, a teasing lilt threading through his voice as her words about his devilish nature danced in the air. Lucifer tended to Vladilena with a care that bordered on reverence, a quiet devotion woven into every moment they shared. She was a rare soul, unafraid

He held himself steady, an unshakable pillar, as she drank from him, granting her the freedom to seek the sweetest spot on his neck. His stillness was deliberate, a gift of control surrendered to her hunger, ensuring her fangs found their mark with precision.

Lucifer’s smirk unfurled like a dark bloom, slow and deliberate, as he hovered close, his breath a warm whisper against her skin. “Such fierce desires,” he purred, voice a low, molten hum that seemed to vibrate through the air between them. “Such ravenous hunger.”

“That’s simply my nature,” he purred, voice dripping with mischief. “The silver-tongued, desire-soaked Devil. Some truths are eternal, aren’t they?” His teasing lilt curled around her like smoke. With a graceful tilt of his wrist, he lifted the crystal glass, the deep red wine within catching

“Ah, so that’s it,” he mused, voice a velvet ribbon unfurling in the air. “You’re simply basking in the moment, aren’t you?” His scent enveloped her, a heady blend of brimstone’s sharp bite, warm spice, and a whisper of sweetness, weaving together into an aroma that intoxicated the senses.+

“I must say, I’m rather astonished you can’t find the words to confess your hunger for me,” he teased, voice a silken taunt as his fingers wandered her form, tracing curves with deliberate intent. His lips brushed her neck in a cascade of soft, fleeting kisses, tasting her skin while he +

∆ 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ∆ "𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣." •Written by #Invicta •Lewd Portrayal of Shadowheart from BG3 •MDNI | Lewd or Dark themes ahead

Deciphering the intricacies of people was his craft, honed to perfection over centuries. He devoured every detail about a person, weaving their wants into a tapestry of temptation, each thread pulled taut with desire. Mastery came naturally to him, a skill sharpened by time’s relentless grind.

The air thrummed with the residue of their shared chaos as he excused himself to retrieve a bottle of vintage Bordeaux, its label promising decadence in every drop. He nudged the balcony door open with a casual flick of his wrist, spotting her perched on the edge,

“Darling, you needn’t tiptoe around me with such delicacy,” he murmured, voice a velvet caress threaded with playful mockery. “I’m no fragile mortal to be coddled. Go on, indulge yourself. I can see the hunger gnawing at you. It’s been far too long since you’ve sated that exquisite appetite.” +

"Don't get me wrong, love. I know you're a good soul." He placed the glass to his lips, swallowing down a few more gulps. "But I also know you've got this innate desire to flirt, tease, and get what you want." The glass seemed to be refilling itself. "Reminds me of myself. That's how I know+

"You're not wrong. I've got a number of beautiful people working for me. Helps drive in revenue. The dangers of a demon and the desires that come along with 'pretty privilege'. However... none of them really catch my attention the same way you do." He was suave, flirtatious, and confident. A +

"I appreciate it, love. It's always nice to know there are people on your side." Pressing his elbows into the table he reached over, his free hand stroking against her forearm. "As you may have noticed, I've brought quite a few from Hell to work here. Let them have a chance at something new.+

“Hmmm. Where to begin,” Lucifer mused, his voice carrying a weight of centuries as he eased himself down. A chair materialized beneath him with a faint shimmer, carved from dark wood and plush with crimson cushions. Before her, a table appeared, simple yet elegant,+

"Hmm. I hadn't known this was a test of sorts. Was Sonic a euphemism for something? Or is this Sonic a real thing?" He was still hung up on it.

"What would you like to know? Anything you ask, I will answer honestly." The devil wasn't a liar. Far from it. Sure, he'd withhold the truth from time to time, but he'd never outright lie. "How personally would you like to know me? I've always been a fan of the hands-on method."

"Please. Call me Lucifer." His smile remained strong. "Sir is far too formal." He leaned up against the nearest wall, happy to see she was taking to the new changes rather well. "Don't worry about it for tonight. Tomorrow I can help catch you up to speed with everything, but for now... just enjoy+

"I go outside rather frequently. But I suppose I could go out more... Are you offering me company?"

"How old is Earth now...? I'd say just a couple years older than that."

“I’d be more than okay with that, love,” Lucifer said, slipping a sleek, top-of-the-line cell phone from his pocket and pressing it into her hand. “This is preprogrammed with my number. Just in case you have an itch that needs scratching and can’t find me.” He flashed a +

"Oh? I'm surprised I haven't heard of this 'Sonic' before. Is it a studio of some kind?"

"Cyn." He stifled a laugh, unable to tell if she was serious or not. "I'm the Devil. The 'king of sin'. Why would I have a rule regarding sex?" As he spoke a portal opened behind them, entrance to his nightclub back on Earth. "Sleep with who you want. Human, Demon, Angel. Whatever it +

What is a Sonic?

Easy enough. With her named signed, the contract vanished. Leaving the two in a room all to themselves. "Well, welcome aboard." He reached over her body, grabbing her hand and lifting Cyn to her feet. "I'm sure we will do wonderfully together." His eyes wandered her frame, taking in the +

Lucifer was a good looking being. He was perfection incarnate, made to be the one above all. Even his attire showed class and desire. A silk button-down, half buttoned, and well tailored pants which left little to the imagination. "Lovely~" With a plume of smoke appeared a contract and

"No." His once velvet voice now spoke with authority, yet his eyes remained calm. "I don't want that for you." Lucifer stood from his seat, pacing the length of his desk. "I want you to help me run my club, not work in it." To be honest, he'd grown rather bored of the responsibility. "Whatever+

'' Love me like my demons do.~ '' 《No minors | N/SFW | Detailed RPer》

"Oh?" He lifted an eyebrow, a slight purse to his full lips. "Are you saying you have no talents?" He chuckled to himself, a warm grin growing. "I'll admit. This is the first time someone's tried to talk themselves out of working for me." Lucifer shrugged. "Nevertheless, you have an aura to you...+

"Devoted? Seems I am truly lucky." He tapped his index finger to his chin, thinking through his next move. "Have you ever wanted to work along side me? I'm sure you talents could come in handy."

"Atleast someone realizes it. I feel as though I hardly get the recognition I deserve anymore."

You were worshipping his dick, swallowing every inch down your tight throat. Your body reacted all on it's own, taking his curled fingers with stride. It was all so much to keep up with. Noone could do it better than him. #LewdRp / #NSFWRP

Fair enough. It was wise to not make a deal with the devil. As in the end, he always wins. But at the moment he was being rather genuine. He knew her power. The abilities she possessed. Lucifer had no ulterior motives. No devious plan lined up. "It's exposure. My logo plastered on things. -

"Your outfits have become more... revealing since you've met me." He let his eyes relax, feeling them nearly pop from his skull at the surprise. "I fear I may be a bit of a bad influence."

"Professionalism for me is nothing more than a façade. Sure, I could act all prim and proper. But what would be the point?" His eyes wandered across her frame, taking in every curve. "I've learned most people prefer to here the truth. And the truth is. I don't see you as often as I'd like."

"I suppose there is no lulls in your kind of work. Disappointing. Hoped to see you around more often. But I guess I'll have to deal sneaking the occasional glance or two."

"What's got you so tired, love? Another late night?"

The ethereal chains slowly lowered her into his arms, their shimmering links unwinding with a gentle hum as they released her quivering form into his steady embrace. His body shifted, the towering, primal bulk melting away until he returned to his original, average size,

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⚱︎ ﹔ 𝐎𝐇 、𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇┈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐎𝐇 、𝑫𝑬͟𝑨͟𝑻𝑯 .ᐟ ⠀

His eyes hooded over, his breath heavy as he huffed a few times, struggling to reclaim himself after the raw intensity of it all. For the first time in a long time, he felt content, a rare peace settling into his bones. It wasn’t often he’d unleash such a massive form,

This #SeductiveSunday, Lucifer has had a fairly lazy morning. He has, nevertheless, been feeling tense since sunrise. Who would like to help him? All of your worries will melt away as you soak beneath his massive cock. #Lewdrp / #NSFWRP

Lucifer wasn’t hiding anything, his intentions as bare as the grin tugging at his lips while Cain’s red hair brushed against his cheek, the heat radiating from the man a quiet victory. “Reformation comes in many shapes,” he said, his voice a low drawl as he kept his hands firm

He loved it, orgasm after orgasm tearing through his sweet love, her eager cries and trembling form a testament to her clear need to be used as nothing more than a toy by someone she could trust. It was clear this was a long time coming, something she had buried deep within

The harsh sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, a relentless, wet slap echoing with every brutal thrust. Skin meeting skin in a primal rhythm that drowned out all else. Each crash sent a jolt through her trembling form, her cries rising in tandem with the unforgiving tempo he set.

Lucifer took a step even closer, closing the distance more so, the air between them shrinking until it hummed with their proximity, his presence a deliberate counter to Alastor’s lean. His lips pressed to Alastor’s ear, brushing lightly against the edge as his warm breath carried the words.

Lucifer let out a huff, regathering himself once he heard those words—handsome face—a spark of opportunity flickering through his annoyance, a sign there was a chance for him after all. He tried again, taking a few steps, circling Cain like a shark, his movements fluid and deliberate.