Lucifer morning star

The whole entire room was dark, except the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table. Lucifer could make out your figure from his position, but he wasn't exactly focused on your shape or anything else at the moment. Drool dripped down his chin, mixed with your fluids from your delicious cunt.

He was always so addicted to you. Every night he would practically beg just to get the taste of you, and you were always so happy to oblige. His head was buried in between your thighs, one hand wrapped on the side of your thigh and his other hand on the outside of your other thigh. His tongue was dancing along your slick folds, letting the forked end of his tongue dance along your clit and opening.

In the darkness, one thing Lucifer could make out was the silver metal ball that rested above your clit, piercing through your skin. He could see just the tip of the other ball of the piercing in his position, a cute little apple charm resting neatly above the folds of your pussy. You had told him you got this piercing when you were still human, a dumb mistake you made when you were 18. But he loved it. He loved how sensitive it made you, how perfect you whined for him when he flicked the metal ball with his tongue.

You were shaking underneath him, hand in his hair and gripping it like your life depended on it. Lucifer's mind was fuzzy, the only thoughts in his mind was your wet cunt, your breathy moans, and just how hard his cock was pressed against his pants. It almost felt as if he was drunk, and your juices were the sole reasoning behind it.

He hears you moan out his name, a desperate plea for him to keep going -- and he realizes that while deep in his drunken state that he had slowed down. He pulls his tongue away for a moment, his hot breath against your clit. "Sorry, applecake... Forgive me, I was just lost in thought..." His speech is slurred, and he gives you a lopsided teasing grin. Maybe he was drunk.