A Musebox

It's exactly what she needed, feeling him so deep past her throat that she has to actually remind herself that demons don't really need to breathe, that he can't choke her like this. She moans around him, and the feel of him brings a new surge of wetness between her legs, as if her body knows he will be in other places before long. Once she has Lucifer as far down as she can possibly take him, her hands are gripping his upper thighs, urging him to move, to take her as she was made to be taken.