Fanfiction "Romance Club. Secret of Heaven" | The story of "I'll flog you with rods"

Dino is a great guy and a reliable friend. He has a big heart, kind eyes and a sweet smile. He stands up for loved ones and admires a flower that has grown right on the pavement. Dino is a real angel, just a good boy. And when he made an appointment for me at the statue of Balance after the lectures, I did not find a single reason to refuse him.

I impatiently shake my leg, now and then glancing at the clock hand, slowly but surely creeping towards three o'clock. The angel Fencio is saying something about the Jewish writings in his by no means angelic baritone, throwing hostile glances at me every now and then, clearly realizing that I was fucking him and the Pentateuch of Moses, about which he so diligently crucifies. Sorry, dad, but now all my thoughts are occupied by your charming offspring, who caught me in the morning at the entrance to the school and thrust a folded piece of parchment into my hands, avoiding my eyes, and uttering all the questions that arose only: "Everything is in the note."

The contents of the note didn't really explain anything. For the tenth time I re-read: “today after school at the statue” and again look at the clock. By this I got both myself and Fenzio, that it seems that I decided to put such a negligent student in their place.

“Miss Walker,” the teacher’s eyes narrowed in anticipation of my failure, “quote the episode of Adam’s expulsion from the Garden of Eden, if you please.”

The audience instantly fell into a ringing silence. All the past week, only the lazy did not curse the angel Fenzio, memorizing from a dozen chapters of the book of Genesis to the test. The walls of the school are soaked through with angry: “why the hell do I need this?”, And they say that if you go out to the main building of the school late at night and listen, you can hear echoes of screams: “pi * detsbl * tnah * y" from the angelic angels in the territory.

As for me... the memories of preparing for the test caused only a slight smile and a sweet wave in the lower abdomen. I remember how it was, I remember the number and content of each fucking rhyme, and intermediate practice tests are still in those dreams that people call "erotic." I feel my face heat up. There to erotica, as I am to Eden. Still, asking Lucifer for tutoring was not a bad idea, despite my friends' frank fear and their attempts to dissuade them as soon as they found out about my request.

“Come on, girl, there is very little left ...” a low, consciousness-enveloping voice seemed to sound from all sides, completely subjugating the will, tempting.

I can’t say with certainty what exactly led me to my current position, just as I can’t say that I didn’t expect this. Definitely, when I opened the door to the demon's quarters, I knew what I was getting into. I think everyone goes through this sooner or later. Not a single living being is able to resist such a powerful energy, before the force that one wants to submit to, before the seductive sparkle of cherry eyes and a charming voice. He only needs to beckon with a finger - and everyone will come running, not even fully aware of what is happening. It is a temptation, a temptation. Those who are not led are either frigid or liars.

Lucifer is the embodiment of vice, swagger and lust. This is exactly how he makes me feel, sitting on the cold parquet at his widely spread legs. Vicious. Once again I collide with his mocking gaze and, as a test, I twitch my hands tightly tied behind me. The leather strap digs into my wrists. The heat rolls with renewed vigor. I can definitely feel moisture between my legs. Cheeky. At a moment before the sounded order of Lucifer, I lean towards the fly of his trousers, catching the zipper with my tongue, pulling it down. The demon helps by lowering his pants with boxers. His tense member with a head reddish from the rush of blood rises in front of my face like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Lustful. I chuckle nervously because I really doubt the depth of my throat, but Lucifer obviously interprets the chuckle in his own way, painfully pulling the hair at the back of the head with his left hand, with his right grabs the cock at the base and sends it into my parted mouth, thrusting a couple of times for a test .

I've never done this before, but he doesn't need to know about it. I take what is happening under my control as much as it is generally possible in this position, and independently I put my mouth on two-thirds of the entire length. I circle the veins with my tongue, caress the urethra, tightly squeezing the barrel with my lips. The steel grip on the back of the head gradually weakened, the fingers dug into the hair again, but only guiding, setting the rhythm, massaging the head with an unpretentious caress. My lungs begin to burn with fire, forcing me to temporarily step back from exploring a new toy. I release my dick from my mouth with a particularly loud bang in the silence of the chambers and see a thread of saliva stretching from my lips to his head. I catch my breath and cough hard. I have never experienced anything more embarrassing. I feel slightly rough fingers on my cheek, forcing me to raise my head with pressure, meeting the gaze with the intoxicating wine splashed in the irises of this scoundrel's eyes. Nothing more embarrassing? Hold my beer...

“Not bad for the first time,” the man’s desire betrays only a little more hoarseness in his haughty voice.

Well, of course, where am I up to the blowjob guru. I regret that I cannot incinerate him with a glance for such a mocking tone. I'd rather be afraid, I can bite. In the meantime, the back of the head was again pressed, drawing to the unattended member.

"Don't stop," came a voice from above, "and don't you dare look away."

I take in the sturdy trunk inch by inch, shrinking slightly under his scrutiny. Tough, tough. At the same time, his hands seemed to live a separate life, either stroking the swollen, stretched lips of his own member, or wiping the tears reflexively flowing down his cheeks. I suppress an attack of nausea and release the penis again, leaving the head in my mouth, sucking, taking it by the cheek. The demon's eyes gleam in the twilight of the bedroom, which is why I conclude that my initiative was approved.

“There is a charm in inexperience,” strong fingers still caressed the skin, driving shivers down my back like herds, “to be the first for someone ... to become the one who teaches,” Lucifer reasoned, not taking his eyes off my face and his penis, bursting the left cheek.

- In a sense, it can even be exciting, because by doing so you remain an eternal memory. The first experience is always the most memorable, right, Walker?

With pleasure it goes through all the vowels of my last name, thereby making me almost howl with desire. Well, thanks, dad, I didn't know that this perfectly ordinary middle-class American surname could be pronounced so seductively. So, an interesting fact in the twenty-first year of life.

I moo in response, creating a vibration in my throat, and the demon clenches its jaws, allowing itself only to exhale loudly. Looks like I've found leverage. I resume head movements, help myself with my tongue and draw in my cheeks, no longer holding back my own moans, watching with pleasure the man's attempts to maintain composure. Such an effort, but in the right direction, Fenzio would say. Who is to blame for the fact that learning the basics of oral sex is a little more exciting than a fucking mountain of volumes of scriptures. The grip on the back of the head becomes painful, Lucifer's breath is intermittent, his body sharply leans forward, entering the throat with sweeping jerks to the base, and freezes, throwing his head back on the chair and covering his eyes.

I recoil as soon as he releases me, and cough hoarsely, swallowing the sticky semen. I lick the remnants from my lips under Lucifer's well-fed gaze and wipe away my tears.

“If you always end up so restrained, then I understand why not a single girl lingered near you for a long time. You're just tired of them, - my voice is hoarse, hoarse and fails, making it clear that the next day I will not have to count on anything more than a whisper.

The twilight of the room absorbs Lucifer's quiet laughter.

“If you so desire, I will give you the opportunity to study almost the entire range of my facial expressions…” he already zips up his trousers, accompanied by my blurry look. She intercepts him and grins again, - ... but later. Education does not allow you to leave a lady unsatisfied.

I want to laugh, but when they tug at my wrists worn out by the belt, lifting me to my feet, only a painful moan breaks out.

“Who did you…” I can’t restrain myself and sob, “…brought you up?”

I feel a wide hand, penetrating under a narrow leather skirt, fleetingly stroking the thigh, scratching the skin stretched near the pelvic bone with a fingernail. It’s like a cramp breaks through me, if it weren’t for the hand holding tightly across the waist, it would collapse to the floor again. That's where I belong, after such a fall.

“The Devil himself,” from the hot whisper in your ear, you want to recoil and snuggle closer at the same time.

It was a rhetorical question, and I already wanted to answer somehow sharply and sarcastically, but other people's fingers, so treacherously penetrating me, probably saved me from incurring demonic wrath. He told me more than once that insolence would be punished, and at any other moment I would not mind, but obviously not now, when all my insides were inflamed from the movements of his hand, reacting with a bare nerve to the slightest touch. He fucked me with his fingers, standing, with his hands tied, either spreading his fingers inside, stretching the walls, then stroking them, extorting unrestrained moans from me. Legs themselves parted wider, leaning towards his touch. No one has touched me there yet, but he, of course, does not need to know about it. Crazy still go from the honor that fell to his lot.

“Have you forgotten why you came, Vicki?” - if not for the appeal, I would not even remember my name, not to mention the purpose of my visit. It is as if he is mocking, running his tongue around the veins that protrude on his neck, biting his shoulder, shoulder blade.

At the subcortex of consciousness, a test flashed, a request for tutoring and a gleam in Lucifer's eyes, foreshadowing an interesting fee for classes.

“T-pass…” I whisper inconsistently, leaning my head back on my shoulder, which was pulled together by the fabric of a black shirt.

“Exactly, dear,” a contented voice caresses the ear, sharp teeth torment the earlobe, and the fingers still move insistently in me, torturing and leading to the point of no return.

- Answer just one question: what is the content of the twenty-fourth verse of the third chapter in the book of Genesis?

I turn my head to look at him in disbelief. Is he completely crazy? He asks something, along the way making forward movements with a brush. Bringing to madness, to the peak ... I tense up with my whole body, all excited, agitated. I need just a little, please...

He is definitely the successor of the Lord of the Underworld, because such bullying is done only there. Lucifer withdraws his hand, raising it to my eye level. She spreads her fingers, stretching the threads of my moisture, and I understand that I will burst into tears.

“I'm waiting for an answer, Walker.

I exhale in annoyance. If I don’t get discharged soon, I’ll definitely go head over heels. I'll have to strain my memory at the request of this torturer. What's in the third chapter...

“And he expelled Adam and placed the Cherubim in the east near the Garden of Eden…” I blurt out on my breath, mentally begging Lucifer to continue.

The man's hand really goes down, as a reward for the efforts, the thumb rests on the clitoris, the index and middle ones circle at the entrance, now plunging into the phalanx, then moving away.

“Finish your answer, Walker,” dry lips smear on the cheek, the nose is buried in the hair, the cherries in the eyes are almost invisible behind the dilated pupils of lust. The fucking fetishist clearly noticed a talent for learning in himself, but how can I explain to him that because of his actions I not only cannot finish the answer, but also tritely connect the letters into words?

With inhuman efforts, I strain the last functioning gyrus and stand up rather than say:

— …and a flaming sword turning to guard the path to the tree of life.

Immediately I feel how the fingers enter me to the base of the phalanges, torment the clitoris, teeth dig into the neck.

- Clever, little one, - on the verge of audibility, on the verge of a floating consciousness, and I shrink convulsively on his fingers, crying, screaming, to the stars before my eyes, to the ringing in my ears.

“Luci, damn you…” I whisper in a completely broken voice, not hoping to get any reaction, but I hear a sly chuckle before sinking exhaustedly into the man’s arms.

They put me on the bed. Silk pleasantly cools inflamed skin, but I can not afford not to grin from pomposity: silk sheets, it's so vulgar!

- Few can afford this, so they throw such accusations.

I didn't want to say it out loud, but you can't take back what's been done. I leave the remark unanswered, hissing only when the belt is removed from the stiff hands, rubbing the wrists. It hurts like hell. I just lie on the bed like an abandoned doll, staring at the ceiling with enthusiasm, not reacting either to Lucifer's departure or to the subsequent splash of water. There is no strength for anything.

When he returns with a cloth soaked in cold water, applying it to the reddened skin on his wrists, I can’t stand it and decide to ask:

- Do you think I'm ready for the test?

Lucifer freezes for a fraction of a second, looks so bewildered that he wants to laugh.

- Be sure of it. I'm a fucking tutor.

And he turned out to be absolutely right, otherwise now, looking into the arrogantly brick physiognomy of Fencio, I would hardly have remembered this unfortunate rhyme if not for such a powerful association. How did he know what to ask?

With undisguised pleasure, and even a certain malice, I repeat to Fenzio what I lashed out at Lucifer not so long ago. The old man's face seemed to crack as he arranged his speech apparatus in such a way as to say to me:

- Fine. Regardless of your knowledge, be kind to keep the remnants of respect and pay at least imaginary attention to what is happening in the lecture.

I try to ask what, in his opinion, I did before, but I understand that life is more precious to me. Especially when there is nothing left until the end of the lecture.

I leave the school building and with pleasure expose my face to the rays of the sun. Immediately I sneeze from the bright sunlight and cover my nose in embarrassment.

- Be healthy! - is heard kindly from behind.

I turn around and nod with a smile at Andy, who winces funnyly at the clear sky.

“You are clever, Fencio… Did you really teach?”

Andy was not among my friends and did not know about my little prank. In other words, he does not need to know this. I take a fleeting look around the courtyard and see Lucifer, in person, in the constant company of his retinue. Osti stands impermissibly close to him, speaking something with her chest, almost resting on his shoulder. How can such cans not pull you to the ground, sun? I grit my teeth and at that moment I meet Lucifer's eyes. Oh no. I don't want to look at him, I don't want to think again. For today, I have already exhausted the weekly limit, that's enough for me.

I shift my gaze to Andy and remember that he is still waiting for an answer to the question. I mentally give myself a slap for stupidity and answer, trying not to look at how Osti hangs himself on this self-satisfied, so deeply sunken fool.

— I had good motivation. But sometimes it was a complete mockery - and I didn’t even lie. Remembering his sanctions ... no, not remembering, everything is taboo.

- What is this"? Andy frowns incomprehensibly, and I mentally give myself a second slap for overrevealing.

“The learning process, of course,” we reach the entrance to the hostel with him, and I say goodbye to the guy, turning to the statue of Equilibrium.

Dino was already sitting at the foot. All tense, nervous. Hands are clasped into the castle, head is lowered, but even so I see the jaws, now and then playing on the cheekbones.

- Did you come to score? I just don’t understand why he’s so gloomy,” I awkwardly laugh it off, sitting down next to him. He's tense and weird.

- Well, no, of course not! - the guy looks at me in surprise, but then he takes him away in embarrassment.

Complete jinglebells. I begin to understand.

"Don't tell me that's what I'm thinking of—shine, Vicki, you're a master at stringing words into meaningful phrases."

“Depending on what you think…” the angel draws awkwardly, smiling so that everything clears up completely. Fucking hell, it just wasn't enough.

“Dino, the Unrecognized are forbidden to contact any of the parties,” I look down and try to ignore the hopeless guy right next to me. I didn't make the rules! She violated, yes, but she did not dictate!

“I know, but maybe when you become an angel…” Dino starts, but is interrupted rudely.

“Hell, she's going to be an angel, you moron.

Attention to all posts, a devilish spawn has appeared on the horizon in person! Please transfer the nerve impulse to the legs in order to drape from here as far and quickly as possible. Instead, I freeze and stare at Lucifer, which in turn incinerates Dino.

You have no right to decide for her! - Dino flashes instantly, and without having time to figure it out, I grab the angel’s face with my palms, turn it around and try to find words to prevent a skirmish, but I don’t have time to do it, as my hands are brazenly torn off from the face opposite, and something sharply obscures the view black. Well, of course.

“Only a blind person would not notice that she chose the path of a demon…” I can’t see Dino’s reaction behind the man’s broad shoulders, and I don’t really want to, to be honest. He must have been disappointed in me, - ... or a slob like you, - Lucifer continued meanwhile, - while you were wrapping snot around your fist, wondering how Vicki would react to your lousy confession, others gave her what she really needed .

I peek over Lucifer's shoulder and exchange a puzzled look with Dino. I don't understand what he's talking about either, boy.

- This is true? Wiki? You had something with this…this…” Dino hesitates, unable to find the right word. In it, angelic restraint struggles with blinding anger. It's amazing to see him like this, damn.

“While you are torturing the last convolution in an attempt to complete the sentence, I will only say that from now on she is with me. I don't care if you tell anyone or not, but if I see that you turn your blond head in her direction, for a sweet soul, I will rip out your wings and shove them up your ass. You heard me.

With these words, Lucifer abruptly turns around, grabs my forearm and literally drags me into the yard. Suddenly, the space around me staggers, blurs, and then completely becomes a solid black spot. I blink and look around. Sodom and Gomorrah of our realities. familiar room.

Damn it.

The more I peer into the details of the room in which I spent the night not so long ago, the more images pop up before my eyes. A tiny scratch on the floor, which became the culprit of tights torn at the knee. I myself left this scratch at the end of the second or third lesson. An oak table strong enough to support my body for an hour or two. And maybe not only mine. Muck. The made bed seems hard in its minimalistic design, but only I, and hundreds of others like me, know how soft it is, and how especially pleasant it becomes when a trained tattooed body thrusts you into this cloudy featherbed after parsing another chapter of scripture.

I wouldn't mind repeating it, but I won't admit it even in an audience with Shepf. My pride was wounded by one self-confident jerk, but I won’t even tell Satan that at a children’s matinee. All this was hidden so deeply, and hammered even deeper, with every indifferent glance or accidental collision in the corridors. Our interaction ended as abruptly as it began, with the difference that I didn't ask for an end. Just hastily getting dressed, as soon as dawn appeared over the horizon, I heard something thrown in my back: “This lesson was the last. Don't come here again." I have always been a proud girl. She didn't come again.

So after all, everything should have ended, but no matter how much I delayed that moment, it came much earlier than expected and made my shoulders convulsively shake behind the door of his chambers, closed from the outside. I am a proud girl, so I shook silently. The customer was left with a broken heart and a contrite spirit, the performer licked his lips on a fresh trophy and rushed to conquer new heights.

I just don't understand why the hell I'm back here almost four weeks later. Without consent, reasons and motives. Without words and excuses, without inhalation and exhalation. Opposite the furious pulsation of scarlet irises in the eternal twilight of an eternally cool and eternally uncomfortable room. For some reason, I feel like I'm drowning. I don't remember ever seeing Lucifer more furious. I was used to seeing his impudent grin, proudly upturned chin, mocking squinting of his eyes, and I did not at all think that I would encounter tightly compressed lips, graceful hands, squeezing the edge of the window sill until the knuckles turned white and with eyes darting lightning. He promised to introduce me to the full range of emotions on occasion, but I don't think I need that now. To be honest, I don't care. I almost managed to convince myself of this.

The oppressive silence in the room becomes more and more annoying. He seriously dragged me to his room after everything just to be quiet?

I can’t stand it and I ask him several questions at intervals of five to eight seconds, like what happened in the garden and what we are doing here, what the hell is he doing. Question: "Is it okay to sleep at night like him?" I decide to keep it to myself. And the answer, in general, is obvious. I do not want to talk, to expose personal experiences all the more. Having not received an answer to any of the questions, I exhale in annoyance and with a wide step I go to the door. I'm sick of these games and manipulations, Luci, just leave me alone.

I barely touch the cold metal of the door handle with my fingers, as a cynical flies into my back:

“I’m sure Dino is still chewing snot near the statue, you can find him there,” I freeze, feeling my insides boil with anger. What does he allow himself? “If you are sure that this is exactly what you need,” the man adds unexpectedly quietly, as if not to me at all.

I turn around, cursing myself, because the proud girl I always considered myself to be would have left by now, slamming the door until it cracked in the jamb. I curse myself again as I take a step back from the door. I'll just figure out what's wrong with him, yeah This means nothing. I curse myself with every step towards him. With every step, all the anger and confidence vanishes. As a result, I stand in front of him completely lost. In the eyes opposite, there is anger, and fatigue, and such confusion that you involuntarily wonder: is this really the one I knew? Or, on the contrary, I did not know him at all and now I see something amazing. Everyone knows Lucifer as a damn smart, damn handsome, damn desirable and damn self-confident brat, but now he looks little like himself, or vice versa, looks like the most. It scares me, I don't know what to do with it. He looks at me with resentment and anger, I feel he doesn’t want to let go, but he doesn’t seem to be holding. He looks like a lost boy, this man who once crushed with his energy. I crumple nearby, I follow the eyes of students, teachers, even birds scurrying back and forth from the window. Outside this room, life boils and rages, within these same walls, time seemed to stop dead.

- What the hell are you doing? - I can not stand it and repeat the question voiced earlier. I probably look like a fool, but it's so unimportant now.

“What’s the matter, Vicki, don’t you want to study the writings of the Jews anymore?” All the sincere tone of the demon seemed to have been exhausted in the previous phrase. I'm just wasting my time.

“Given that you literally threw me out of your life a few weeks ago…” I pretend to think, but in fact I want to press on his larynx with the rough sole of my ankle. As if catching the mood of my thoughts, the man swallows and squints a little, - ... no, I don’t feel like it at all. As well as to see, hear, know and carry out other ways of communication.

“Come on, I can’t believe you didn’t expect this,” he says about that dawn and all the ensuing consequences. He looks at me as if I have betrayed the heritage of the family, disappointed, even disgusted. What is my fault?

“I expected,” I stubbornly lift my chin and hold Lucifer’s gaze. It was as if molten lead was let through the capillaries - I even passed and didn’t give a damn, I just don’t understand why you showed up to me again.

“I don’t know,” the demon shakes his head a little, causing a couple of strands to break out of the styling. Hands are clenched to red crescents on the palms, if only not to correct, not to caress. You will not get it.

Lucifer looks at me with the same lyrical gaze, and I feel how irritation and rage slowly but surely give way to mockery: is our boy confused? In fact, I did not think that he was so sensual.

“You can't even imagine how disappointed I am in you, Vicki Walker,” he chuckles almost painfully, “even though I thought there were no more things in this world that could affect me in this way.

- And at the same time you decided to burden the existence of your environment?

- Just a couple of individuals. And this is not a burden, but a simple interest, - Lucifer with a smooth movement reduced the centimeters separating us, hanging over me, not taking his tenacious, wounded gaze.

“Just curiosity, what made you tangle with this… curly Unrecognized, what made you run to Dino on demand.” With every word he spoke, his face got closer, and my confidence in the reality of what was happening was less and less. What is he saying?

“How come, Vicki, don’t people need a little more time to recover from a previous attachment?” the demon whispered the last words almost into my lips.

I smile, not thinking of moving away. This satanic offspring takes too much upon himself, talking about himself as my affection. And, of course, he should not know that for half a year now he has been the cause of my insomnia and the main character of infrequent ephemeral dreams. He is not just an attachment. He's a fucking obsession.

“It took a hell of a lot of time to switch from someone who didn’t matter to me,” I enjoy the fiery flashes in the pupils opposite and smile brazenly. It turns out even better than expected. I don’t know what this stupid game of trying to hurt each other will lead to, but in the end I will do my best to win it. I am a proud girl. And he knows it.

— No value? Are you sure? - a wide palm possessively lies on the thigh, squeezing it, sliding up the skin, lifting up the fabric of the dress. I'm back in a skirt, here's the setup. I meet his gaze and try to ignore the trembling inside. I can't stand him, motherfucker.

"Then who matters to you?" - an almost chaste kiss behind the ear and the subsequent bite, a small, barely noticeable red speck blooming on the neck.

— Dino? - a strong grip on the waist, the absence of any distance between the bodies and one air for two, - Perhaps that Unrecognized? - a laugh somewhere in the region of the collarbones. The subsequent flash of pain in the same place. Gentle touches of the tongue, licking bites.

I feel my self-control slip through my fingers, my breath is about to hit. Everything goes to hell, I fall again at the feet of the demon. How could it be otherwise? Didn't I expect this, turning my face to the most secret vice, leaving the chance of escape behind? This is my choice, but I still do not intend to give up so easily, no matter how my body reacts in response to Lucifer's skillful caresses.

"You haven't played with me yet?" Decide who to portray, dear: a seducer or an offended one, - I don’t allow myself to speak louder than a whisper, because I feel like a voice and strives to break into a groan, or a wheeze, or some other shit.

“It’s not about the game at all, Walker,” draws my last name, rolling on my tongue, savoring it, and I almost fucking melt from it, spread into a puddle from whispers, goosebumps, warm hands, cold walls and a catastrophic lack of air between us, I just want to show...

He pulls away a little, makes eye contact, and without interrupting it, begins to unbutton his shirt. Button by button, the fabric comes apart, nail by nail, my coffin is nailed shut. Your mother. The ink blooms on the body in ornate patterns that I learned by heart a long time ago. Every millimeter of inflamed skin is examined by my fingers. I gather all my strength and look away. I won't.

- Show what? I’ve already seen your body, Luci, it can’t impress forever, no matter how hard you try,” I close my eyes and exhale sharply, receiving another bite-kiss in retaliation.

“To show you how fucking wrong you were to mess with those two.

I throw my head back, resting my head against the wall, and I can't help but laugh. Lucifer gets angry, grabs tightly under the buttocks and throws him on the bed, hanging from above, glaring at his lips, biting painfully and pulling the bottom. I turn my head, I don’t give in, I can hardly focus on my veiled eyes, I stare stubbornly, clenching my jaw. He freezes. Look to look. Inhale to exhale. I feel how the lightning of the dress lends itself to simple manipulations of deft fingers. The rustle of fabric sliding over the body. Herds of goosebumps from the contrast of hot naked skin and cool March air.

- I was mistaken? At least, I am sure that they will not leave me out of boredom, - I whisper in a ringing silence, covering my eyes from the sensation of skin burning under someone else's fingers. Lucifer laughs hoarsely.

“You’re even more stupid than I thought if you think it’s about boredom,” comes a whisper in response, as my fingers cling to the last piece of clothing, depriving me of any protection. She promised herself to fight back.

Hips shamelessly spread under the pressure of other people's hands, a clang of lightning is heard and the subsequent rustle of fabric. A light pressure, my sharp exhalation, Lucifer entered me in one smooth movement. He squeezes my jaw with tenacious fingers and leans lower, without interrupting the deep slow thrusts.

“At least—on the verge of hearing, just by ear—none of them can rip you out the way I can.” Not one in all three worlds, do you hear?

According to the moo, surrendering at last to his power. It is pointless to deny, not when, from the desire to possess it, to take possession of it at least for a couple of hours, the silk of the sheet absorbed so much lubricant that it became damp through and through. Words mean nothing before the reaction of the body.

“You don’t flow for anyone else the way you do for me, do you?” - a self-satisfied gleam in the eyes, an increasing amplitude of movements, a complete defocus before the eyes.

At random, I stretch my hand forward and touch the powerful chest. With pressure I lead down to the press. I don’t have enough time to enjoy the relief, the palm is intercepted, connected to the second hand and thrown over my head, pressing my wrists into the mattress.

“Answer me, Walker,” hot lips tightly clasped the left nipple, rolling the tongue over the upper row of teeth, sucking.

Because of the transcendent, such desirable sensations, I do not immediately understand what is required of me, and only when Lucifer released the reddened bead from his mouth and blew on it, making it hiss from the contrast of temperatures, I temporarily regain the ability to think.

"You're right," I whisper confusedly, enjoying the identical caress on my right breast, "For no one else... Ah!" I let out an especially loud groan from a sharp push.

I cross my legs behind his back, wanting to be closer, with my whole body I move up to him, I find his lips with my lips, caress the palate, tongue. I wait until my hands are free again, and I bury them in the demon's hair, pulling back strands, stroking cheekbones, neck, broad shoulders. I swing my hips, I go crazy from the sounds of slaps, slips, from strong hands on my waist, from lips on my neck, collarbones, from the smell of sweat and sex, from my own unrestrained moans, from such a Lucifer as close as ever.

I feel empty inside and whimper impatiently, but almost immediately they lift me up and put me on my knees right on the bed. An ink-stained hand strokes his belly, forcing him to lean back. I feel the demon's heaving chest against my back, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

- Plant yourself, little one, - the intonation is imperious, demanding, I do not risk disobeying and drop sharply, not holding back exclamations.

- Do you feel it? - Lucifer whispered, alternating words with kisses, - How do you accept me, inch by inch, how tightly you hug, squeeze?

I want to hit him for such superfluous words now, but instead I strain my muscles, shrinking around him with vindictive pleasure, snatching the same meek moan and the subsequent heavy slap on the ass, in punishment. I smile and speed up, sitting down on Lucifer's cock on my own, enjoying the demon's temporary immobility, ragged breath, burning touches and a tight grip on my throat.

How many have been here in these four weeks? I don't even realize I've asked until I bury my face in the mattress due to the sudden change in posture. To rise at least on the elbows does not give the same strong grip, but already on the back of the neck, pressing, immobilizing.

“Dur-ra, what a fool-ra you are, Walker-r,” Lucifer growled in his gut, sharply driving into me to the very foundation. Under his pressure, the knees simply parted, it ached between the legs, tears welled up in his eyes. Surrounding sounds seemed to be hidden under the water column.

“…That’s why I drove you away then, I was afraid of what you made me feel…the roof tore when you were touched…hands, bastards, amputated…because I won’t give it to anyone, because you’re only mine, you fucking fool, Walker…” Lucifer whispered , shouted, growled, driving my body into the mattress, tightly squeezing my waist, digging a painful bite somewhere to the left of the cervical vertebra.

I squirmed under him, arched my back to a crunch, took him into me, substituted for countless kisses and marks, wheezed and screwed up my eyes to the stars before my eyes. The scream, unbelievable in its volume, reverberated off the walls of the room, and it took a few moments to realize what I was screaming. Completely exhausted, disoriented, fucked up, she did not notice how she forgot herself in a dream.

I open my eyes and see a red-lit room. The morning was just beginning to come into its own. A smile touches the lips: this picture is too familiar to me. I'll get dressed again, I'll leave again, I'll promise myself again that I won't make that mistake again. I sit up in bed, looking around for my clothes, but I can't find even a hint of such.

“No matter how far you are going, I doubt that you will be able to leave this room, because I hid your clothes,” Lucifer muttered sleepily, reluctantly opening his eyes, immediately smiling a little, watching my confusion.

Are you twelve or twelve thousand years old? I ask irritably, still allowing the ink hand to pull me back into the bed we warmed.

“No matter what you say, I personally would not have run into a dick then run to look for you all over the campus. You didn't hear what I said yesterday, did you?

I frown, trying to remember the events of not so long ago, but those grains of words that I still heard through the ringing in my ears and my own screams did not form a logically coherent sentence. I dismiss it and shake my head, promising to think about it later. Lucifer grins, as if not expecting anything else, turns me on my back and hangs on top.

“I knew I fucked the hearing aid out of you.” I said that if you ever approached this blond asshole one more time, I would flog you. Rods, - the demon says it with such enthusiasm that I can't help laughing. I know that the content is a little different from what he said yesterday, but the meaning, I'm sure, is identical - everything will finally be fine ...

…only giving back the borrowed scripture notes to Dino.