they offer a lively chuckle, oversized hands easily swarming and overtaking her delicate, supple cheeks. still such a sweet creation. "greetings, amare"
the arch angel's eye is swift to rise, amusement a fire which spreads wildly across a sweet, delicate visage. abaddon, her grandmother, is their creation, a child. does that make that simpler?
such a pretty little thing, just like her mother and grandmother. . . it's always pleasing when genes graciously shine through. suppose that makes them a great grand-something.
Movement via shadows is merely one of the many advantages from their power. Itβs worth using simply for hearing the saccharine beauty of Palomaβs laughter. Warmth blooms throughout their chest, heart beating with such intensity. Hells Gates. Isnβt it possessing? Beautiful? +
A delighted laugh escapes plush lips when they travel through their home in shadows. It felt exhilarating. A soft grunt escapes her when sheβs dropped on the bed, legs parting to accommodate the fallen angel between them. Breath becomes shaky and uneven instantly at the +
underside of a monstrous girth set upon her clit. βSuch beauty.β Pale nipple is taken, tongue lavishing it in attention and Lucifer suckles, groaning. Paloma rocks, desperate and grinds her clit against their cock, the Angel of Darkness responding in kind. A breast +
Paloma only had to utter the words once and they morph into darkness, moving throughout their home in the blink of an eye. Some powers are rather useful, are they not? Tendrils of smoke linger as Paloma is dropped on the bed, purchase taken between juicy thighs. βYou wish to +
Lucifer gave meaning to Palomaβs life. Before them, she was merely a woman who practiced witchcraft but hardly made a good living of it so she had to sell her body to survive. The world was cruel, people were cruel. But one night a tall, handsome stranger had come I o her life, +
see how much I missed you, my Queen?β Lucifer is already stirring to life, their fat cock hardening against their wife and expressing just how desperately theyβd missed her. Palomaβs head is carefully guided back, sun-kissed skin peppered with soft kisses +
Lucifer hadnβt ever truly understood the concept of boundaries, among a couple other things. They nudge loosely at her, huffing quietly as her scent is taken in.
βHmm.β Hands are naturally possessive, falling upon hips and gripping tight, not denying their wifeβs touch.
Thereβs a soft sigh of contentment at the action. Her eyes flutter close and she basks in their closeness.
βIt is a human expression, darling. Meaning that youβre silly but in an affectionate manner. Not literal.β She murmurs and continues her action, loving their reaction.
Their head tilts just slight, golden brow rising with curiosity and a step is taken, invading Palomaβs space, nose pressin within dark curls.
βDork? What is thatββ.β Stomach jumps beneath nails, soft grunt falling on forth.
In their mind, Paloma remains as the most beautiful creation. There is nothing that is able to come close, to surpass her beauty. Nothing. Paloma is the only creation thatβs priceless from their Fatherβs little petridish, worthwhile and prevents Lucifer from +
Lucifer has always made her feel so adored and wanted. After millenniums, they still looked at her as though she were the most beautiful thing created. Her forehead rests gently against that of her beloved husbandβs, thumbs caressing lightly at pale cheeks. βYes? You missed +
burning it down. That and their children. Foreheads become one and noses ghost, sweetly dancing in a series of barely there nudges. How can they be so breathless from something so utterly simple? βI missed you in every second of every hour of every day whilst I was +