Naked as she was, it was almost to easy to see the flush of arousal that Lucifer was drawing forth with his attentions. The taste made her moan against, sucking harder, trying to find an angle that would let him go as deep as he wanted without giving her a sore throat. She wanted to please him, even if it was just as a body to use.

Her own needs and desires would always be secondary to Lucifer's, and that was how it should be. He would still take care of her, at least on some level. As long as she was useful, and she intended that to never change.