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🖤🩶Fallen🩶🖤

~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: you're an angel who has been tasked as the intermediary between heaven and Lucifer and... Neither of you are what the other expected.

Warnings/promises for series: 18+, smut, first time, teasing, jealousy, no use of y\n, fingering, masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), weird tail stuff, use of the "C" word (both derogatory and not).

Warnings/promises for part 1: 16+, teasing, weird tail stuff, pining, dress up

A special WARNING. Please read.

Part 4 has serious subjects including noncon, NTR, breathplay, choking, deepthroating, and hints at death. If this is something that bothers you then please feel free to skip either it or this whole fic. No hard feelings. I will provide a summary of important bits at the beginning of pt 5 for anyone who wants to skip 4. Very "Dead Dove Do Not Eat"

Lucifer’s heart skips a beat as he looks at the time. He has to go, right now. He sneaks out from his palace, quickly making his way to the nearby lake. As he approaches he sees you sitting there under the weeping willow in your full angelic glory, gazing out at the water with your hands folded gracefully in your lap.

Lucifer spots you from a distance, his breath hitching as he lays eyes on the angelic beauty ahead of him. He walks towards you, taking in every inch of your ethereal presence. "My dear Seraph," he says with an exaggerated bow.

"Lucifer!" You say excitedly, pulling him down and into a hug. This isn't your first meeting. You and the king of Hell have been seeing each other for months now. At first you were both pretty awkward, but now you’ve become quite close.

Lucifer's heart skips a beat as he feels your arms around him, his own hesitating for a split second before wrapping around you in return. He savors the moment, the warmth and comfort that comes from your embrace. "My sweet angel," he murmurs softly, sinking into you.

"I missed you!" You say with complete sincerity. "How have you been since our last meeting?"

Lucifer can't help but let a warm smile spread across his face, "I have been well, my dear. I must admit, I found myself thinking of this place and our previous conversations during my absence." He looks deep into your eyes, "And most of all, I missed you too."

You smile happily and he swears he sees your cheeks turn slightly pink, though he tries to convince himself it's just the red ambiance of the Pride Ring.

You remember your first time meeting the King of Hell. You were a seraphim in Heaven and were supposed to pay a visit to Lucifer, The Fallen One. He was waiting in his palace, looking out a window with a view of the Heavenly Gate. With a glittering flap of your wings, you touched down on his balcony, feet gracefully coming to meet the stone while your gown fluttered around you with angelic glory.

As Lucifer turned to see you standing there you could swear his eyes widened. Clearly he’d been expecting someone else. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked over to you and extended his hand, offering a warm smile. "Well, well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?”

You smiled shyly, holding your hand out as well. "The pleasure is all mine, truly."

Lucifer chuckled softly, taking your hand in his and gently pulling you closer. His touch was warm and electric, sending shivers down your spine. "And they say I'm not a charmer," he said with a teasing wink.

You blushed, blinking and looking down at the bowing man, nervous but with a look of slight fear in your eyes.

Lucifer's expression softened, his eyes taking on a more serious tone. "Be not afraid," he said gently, with a humorous smile. "I mean you no harm." He paused for a moment, letting the silence hang between you.

"It's not that,” you try to explain. “It's just… you aren't what I expected..."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "And what did you expect?" he asked, his voice calm and almost amused. "A monster? A demonic creature bent on tormenting the souls of the damned?"

You blushed again, looking away ashamedly. "We're told stories about you." You said, not wanting to admit that he was entirely correct.

Lucifer chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Ah, yes. The stories Heaven tells about me." He sighed, leaning back against the door frame. "They're not entirely untrue," he admitted with a wry smile. "But then again, they never are."

You played with the fabric of your skirt. "But they seem so… wrong."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow, intrigued by your reaction. "And how so?" he asked curiously. "Are you telling me that you believed the tales of my wickedness and cruelty? Or perhaps did you think I was some kind of wronged saint?"

"They tell us that you're a corruptor. That you wish to turn all angels from God's side. That you're vengeful and angry and full of hate..." You said, avoiding eye contact. But now, standing here in the presence of the man himself you felt silly for believing such ridiculous stories.

"Ah, yes," Lucifer nodded knowingly. "The classic tale of the fallen angel turned devil. A story almost as old as time itself." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice growing more serious. "But let me ask you this, child: who told you these stories?

You downcast your gaze. "The other seraphim... the elders... but..." You gripped your skirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric.

His gaze piercing, Lucifer leaned toward you, his voice soft and melodic. "But what, child? Don't be afraid to speak your mind."

"But you don't seem like that at all..." You said with a sad look on your face.

Lucifer paused for a moment, his eyes studying you intently. "And what do you see when you look at me, child?" he asked gently, leaning forward and placing a hand on your arm.

You looked at him, your eyes staring deeply into his. It was only then that he noticed their piercing, ice blue color. "I... I see loneliness..." You answered softly.

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat at your words. He hadn't expected that kind of insight from someone so young and innocent-seeming. The hand he had on your arm tightened ever so slightly before he pulled away, straightening his own posture once more.

You straightened as well, eyes widening, startled. "I'm sorry!" You reach toward the gap between you, but not actually trying to touch him. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

Lucifer chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Please, don't apologize." He stepped closer to you, his voice low and warm. "It's been a long time since someone saw through me like that, that’s all. You have a pure soul."

A light blush crossed your cheeks. You stared for a moment, surprised, before smiling shyly and looking at the ground.

Lucifer watched you blush, his heart skipping a beat again. There was something about you that couldn’t help but fascinate him. "You know," he said softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "you remind me of someone from my past."

You looked up at him, wonderment in your wide eyes. "Who..?" You asked.

"A human," Lucifer said dreamily, his voice taking on a far-off tone as he remembered. "Her name was Lilith... She had the same innocence and purity that you possess." He looked back at you, his eyes filled with longing and sadness.

"L-Lilith?" You stuttered suddenly. "The first woman? Mother of demons? Queen of Hell? I... I've never heard her described as pure or innocent..."

"She wasn't always a demon," Lucifer said firmly. "She was once a human. And she was pure... until the darkness consumed her." He sighed heavily, looking down at his hands. "I miss her..."

"I heard that she's gone missing. She was your wife. That must be so hard…" you said softly.

Lucifer looked up at you, his eyes flashing with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You truly are like her," he murmured, reaching out to gently brush his thumb across your cheekbone. "Compassion comes to you so easily."

"If she was so compassionate she wouldn't have abandoned you... abandoned your daughter, her people…!" You spat with an angry tone before realizing what you'd just said. You gasped, hands covering your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I-I shouldn't have said that!"

Lucifer's expression softened and he withdrew his hand slowly, placing it back down at his side. The intensity in his eyes faded, replaced with a gentle understanding. "No need to apologize, my dear," he replied calmly. "You speak the truth, however much it pains me to hear.”

"I'm just…” you searched your feelings. “I'm angry for you... is that... bad...?" You asked.

Lucifer's smile returned, gentle and reassuring. "No, my dear, it's not. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Knowing that you care about my wellbeing, even though you don't fully understand my past; understand me, it means a lot."

"If the other seraphim learned of this..." You said with fearful eyes, "that I held these feelings..."

Lucifer reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear once more, his thumb grazing the back of your neck in a soothing manner. "There's no need to worry about that, my dear. The other Seraphim don’t need to know the details of our little conversation."

You looked up at him with astonishment. "I've never kept a secret from them before..."

Lucifer's smirk turned wry at your words. "Then I should be honored to be your first, wouldn't you agree?” He chuckled softly. "Just consider this our little secret, alright? And remember, I'm always here if you need to talk."

"I... I guess so..." You gave a small smile.

"Good," Lucifer smiled in return, his voice soft and gentle.

Ever since, the two of you had become relatively inseparable.

Lucifer's gaze lingers on your cheeks, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer to you. "You are the most charming creature in all of Hell and Heaven," he says, his voice low and sultry.

"Stop!" You say, playfully smacking at his chest. Now you really are blushing.

Lucifer can't help but stare. You absolutely radiate angelic glory. He grabs your hand gently, placing a tender kiss on the back of it. "You are too adorable," he says, squeezing your hand before letting go. "And that is likely going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You ask.

Lucifer takes a step back, running his fingers through his hair. "Yes," he says, with a nervous smile. "Unfortunately you can be mistaken for nothing but an angel. If you're going to keep coming down here we're going to have to get you a disguise..."

You perk at the suggestion. "A disguise!?" You say excitedly. "Like a sinner disguise?"

Lucifer chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Something like that," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think I know just the thing..." He gestures and a golden portal opens revealing a dark hallway, full of different costumes and disguises.

With wide eyes you take his outstretched arm and step through, looking around at all the clothing. "Lucifer, this is..."

Lucifer watches you, a smirk on his face. "To die for?" he says, completing your sentence. "I know.” He begins looking around at the different costumes. "We could turn you into a demonic groupie, or a hellish businesswoman. The possibilities are endless.”

"And I can pick anything?" You ask

"Of course," Lucifer responds, giving you a sly grin. "Within reason, of course," he adds, glancing around to make sure no one else is around.

With an excited squeal you run into the hall, your eyes darting around wildly. Lucifer watched you grab an outfit and place it atop the rack only to begin pulling at the ties on your angelic robes, beginning to undress right there in front of him. The shock alone almost gives him a heart attack.

Lucifer feels his heart leap into his throat as he watches the puddle of your clothing grow at your feet. "WAIT!" he cries out spinning around to avoid accidentally seeing anything, his face tomato red. "What are you doing!?"

"Trying on one of the outfits?" You answer innocently.

"Y-yes, but in private!" Lucifer sputters, trying to regain his composure. He turns around slowly, keeping his eyes trained high above your head as he tries to push the more scandalous thoughts away. "You'll have to excuse me for being startled."

You blush but continue to change once he's turned around. "I'm sorry, I guess I've never really had to think about that before," you say shyly. "I'm only ever around the other seraphim and they're all girls."

Lucifer's brain comes to a screeching halt at your words, his face immediately softening at the thought of a young angel like yourself being so innocent. He clears his throat and smiles gently. "Well, things are definitely a little different here," he says with an embarrassed laugh.

"I'm finished! what do you think?" You say excitedly. Lucifer turns around and immediately turns bright red. The outfit you've chosen leaves very little to the imagination. You've chosen a tight pink backless dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that reaches your upper thigh.

Lucifer's eyes widen and his jaw drops open just a little. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure, but failing utterly. "Y-you look...wow," he stammers out, taken aback at the sight before him. The air in the room turns electric as Lucifer forces his gaze from your barely-covered form to your eyes, a slight tremor in his hand as he reaches to adjust his coat. "A rather bold choice." He manages to say, unable to tear his eyes from your exposed skin despite his shock.

"Will this be a good disguise to wear in Hell?" You ask with a big smile.

The air around Lucifer turns frosty as he imagines other inhabitants of Hell seeing you in such a state. The idea of anyone else seeing you dressed like this makes ice run through his veins. "No, absolutely not," he says firmly, his eyes darkening slightly as he tries to shake off the disturbing image. "No, no, noooo."

You get a disappointed look on your face. "Is this one no good?" You ask, not understanding.

"It's not that," Lucifer says quickly, reaching out to lift your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You look stunning, simply breathtaking. But in Hell, such an outfit would attract far too much attention."

"Oh..." You say with a furrowed brow. "But I've seen others with clothes similar to these?" You say, confused.

Lucifer lets out a chuckle at your observation, his fingers still gently holding your chin. "Yes, you're right. You likely have seen others dressed like that in Hell. But trust me, you do not want the kind of attention that they attract."

You nod, beginning to understand. "Okay. Should I try something else then?"

Lucifer's lips curl into a small, approving smile at your compliance. He releases your chin and nods. "Yes, that would be best. Perhaps something that still shows off your... assets," he says with a smirk, "but with a little more discretion."

You nod, taking the suggestion and turning back to the rack and tapping your lower lip in thought, as Lucifer turns to give you privacy once more. As he does, Lucifer can't help but steal one last glance, admiring your form. He turns to give you privacy, but his mind lingers on the image of you in that ravishing dress.

He can hear you shuffling as you change only to call out to him when you're finished. "Okay, what about this one?" You ask. He turns only to find that this outfit is worse than the last. While, yes, it is less revealing, it consists entirely of tight black latex, the material clinging tightly to every curve and dip in your body.

Lucifer's eyes widen to saucers at the sight of you, taking in the outfit. The tight latex hugging your curves, highlighting every inch of you. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, before finally choking out, "T-that... you..." once again, the image of you walking around Hell dressed like this gives him terrified heart palpitations. "No... I-I don't think this is a great choice either..."

You look saddened, your lower lip even poking out in a cute way. "What's wrong with this one?" You ask, looking down at yourself. "Isn’t everything covered?"

Lucifer stares at you, a look of sheer terror still in his eyes, "Well... yes, everything is covered, but..." he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again, hoping his heart stays in his chest, "It might be a little too tight…”

"Too tight...?" You repeat back quietly, still unsure what he's getting at. You could breathe just fine after all.

He takes a deep breath as he finally blurts it out, "It might be a little distracting for me… and everyone else in Hell." He says, trying to be diplomatic. But as he looks you up and down, a slight blush tinges his cheeks, it's mostly him he's worried about.

"Distracting?" You look at yourself in the floor length mirror beside you, twisting and looking at your back as well. The poses, while innocent enough, only accentuate your perfect body and drive Lucifer absolutely mad.

"Yes, distracting." He admits, trying to hold your gaze, "You see, your... appearance is quite... alluring. It's just..." He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes glancing at the outfit again, "...aaahhh.... how to explain this...?"

"But there's hardly any of my body showing?" You say curiously. "This one goes from my neck to my ankles?”

His eyes quickly scan over your figure, from head to toe, as he takes in every curve of your new outfit. "Ah... yes. Technically so. But..." He pauses, trying to find the right words to express himself before finally shrugging, "You still look... very tempting."

"And that's a bad thing?" You say innocently.

"No." He shakes his head, "It's not bad... It's just..." He again searches for the right words as he watches your reflection in the mirror, "Complicated. For me anyway."

His words finally seem to get through to you, your eyes brightening as you stand a little straighter. "Oh! ok. I understand." You smile, putting your hands together in front of you with a quiet clap. "I don't want this to complicate things for you. The whole point is to blend in better, isn't that right?"

He smiles, relieved at your understanding and pleased that he managed to convey his feelings to you, "Yes, that's exactly right." He nods, pleased that the both of you are on the same page with this matter, "We want to draw as little attention as possible."

"Maybe you could help me pick something then?" You ask, blushing slightly. "I'm afraid my choices didn't seem to be what we need here."

"Of course," he offers, turning his attention towards the clothing racks. His eyes scan over the various garments, stopping on a black dress that catches his eye. "How about this?"

Your eyes sparkle with interest. "Oooh! yes!" You say excitedly, taking the dress from him and turning back to the mirror to change.

Lucifer turns around once more to give you privacy. He's only turned but a few seconds when he hears your tiny voice.

"Um... Lucifer...?" You ask, sounding embarrassed.

"Hmm?" He asks, not looking back over at you but instead tilting his head slightly as he notices your tone, "Is something wrong? Do you need help?"

"I... I can't get this off..." You say quietly. "Can you help...?"

Lucifer blushes at the implication... surely you mean that you need help with the zipper or something, right? He can handle that. He'd done that loads of times for Lilith and Charlie. He turned to help only to be stunned into silence.

There you stand, the latex bodysuit unzipped from your neck all the way to your lower back. Your pale, lavender-tinted gray angel skin peeking through the shining, dark martial. You clutch your hands at your chest, looking back at Lucifer over your shoulder, embarrassed.

"It's stuck." You say softly.

He turns beet red at seeing you half undressed, and quickly turns away to collect himself. Lucifer clears his throat before turning back around. He slowly moves towards you, trying to look anywhere but at your bare skin, and carefully tries to help you get out of the latex suit. "I... okay. Um.. hold out your arms."

You do as you're asked, obediently holding your arms out so Lucifer can begin to peel the suit from your shoulders. His touch is light but firm as he helps you out of the stuck latex. He can't help but sneak a peek every now and then, feeling his cheeks warm as he does so. The more he removes the more he begins to realize he’ll have to unveil your entire body before you get this completely off.

Lucifer's heart races in his chest as he continues to carefully help you out of the suit. He tries to keep his focus on the task at hand, but he can't help but notice how your body begins to be revealed more and more with every inch of fabric he peels away. "O-okay, now pull this arm out." He instructs.

You do as you're told, freeing one of your arms making it significantly easier to free the other as well, and without completely uncovering your chest. Now all that's left is the hips and legs, but Lucifer is unsure how to do that without having you become completely naked in the process.

His chest tightens as he realizes the predicament you both are in, his heart racing as he considers the options. "Well, uh, I suppose we could try to carefully unzip it all the way down and then slip it off your hips..." he suggests.

"Okay," you say, moving so the zipper is within his reach. Lucifer looks down at it, resting on your lower back, mere millimeters above your perfectly round ass. He's going to have to touch you to do it...

Lucifer's breath hitches in his throat. He swallows hard, gathering his composure before reaching out to slowly trace his fingers along the zipper. His touch is gentle, electric as he begins to lower the zipper, feeling your body heat through the fabric. "Ok," he says once you're fully unzipped, looking up to the ceiling and blushing. "Now try and pull it over your hips."

You lean down, letting your torso become fully uncovered, but as you're facing away from him, he doesn't actually see anything but your naked back. It's not until you begin to wiggle out of the hips that he realizes you weren't wearing anything underneath the bodysuit. Lucifer almost swallows his tongue.

His breath hitches again, the sight of your bare back already filling his mind with a flurry of sinful thoughts. Without thinking, Lucifer's wings burst free, the topmost set moving to cover his face, which is now a nice cherry apple red, hiding your exposed form from him.

You pull the bodysuit down past your hips and give out a sigh of relief. "I didn't realize how hot that was until it was off... probably good not to pick that one." You say with a giggle.

He swallows dryly from behind his wings, the tips twitching from the sheer display before him. He tries his hardest not to be tempted, to not look as his mind continually undresses the rest of you. "I trust you can handle the rest..." he says before turning around. Giving his heart a moment to still itself, Lucifer finally lets his wings retract. His gaze falls straight towards the distant wall, every nerve in his body alight.

"Um..." Your voice comes once more. "I think I might need help again..." You mumble.

Lucifer's eyes snap straight up as you speak and he practically wills his wings to stay tucked. As your words register, he freezes, his throat tightening. He can't help but imagine what he will see should he turn his gaze back towards you. "I- I'm listening." he says, trying his best to control his voice... and his instincts.

"I've got it mostly on but I need help lacing the back..." You say softly, and with a hint of effort in your voice.

Lucifer turns around and is immediately in awe. There you stand in the outfit he picked out. A black dress that has a fitted corset top but a loose skirt that stops mid thigh. The sleeves are puffy but off the shoulder, and the knee high boots that you've put on match so well he almost can't stand it. The dress is absolutely stunning, a perfect blend of elegance with just a hint of playfulness. Your smooth skin and the way your hair cascades over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk is nothing short of mesmerizing. And the boots? Chefs kiss. When he's finally able to pull his eyes away from you, he realizes you're desperately attempting to lace the back of the dress and failing, little sounds of effort and frustration escaping you as you do.

"Is this one no good either...?" You ask, sounding worried, when you see him staring silently.

Lucifer feels his heart thump unexpectedly against his chest as you speak, being met with an overwhelming display of your beauty, he almost can't find his voice. He quickly averts his gaze with a cough, afraid of being caught staring. "N-no! No, umm... you look stunning," he stammers, trying to maintain his composure. “This is the one.”

You grin, happy to have finally found something good. "Well, then can you help me lace it up? I can't seem to do it right..." You reach behind you, holding the black laces that are partially inserted into the corseted back of the dress, though messily.

Lucifer's eyes immediately narrow as he watches your fingers struggle with the laces, noticing the slight flush of embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. Without a second thought, he gracefully approaches you and carefully removes your fingers, holding the laces gently. "As you wish, my dear.”

"So you like this one?" You ask as he deftly begins your work on your back.

His touch lingers on your back as he smoothly begins to weave the laces through the corset, carefully pulling and tightening them. A mysterious smile finds his lips at your question, pausing briefly before answering. "I must admit, I can't recall ever seeing anything quite as captivating,"

You blush, looking at the floor. "Surely that's not true..." You say softly. "You were there at the beginning of creation. surely you've seen far lovelier than me."

He chuckles softly, moving to stand closely behind you, his breath warm on your neck. "Ah, my dear. Time and again, I have witnessed the beauty of countless creations and marvels. But there is something that sets you apart - an allure that transcends physicality."

You straighten at the sensation, a shiver running down your spine that makes your skin glow with angelic glory.

Lucifer leans back a moment, having finished your ties. "Now... that's going to be an issue..." he says with a sigh.

"Oh, I suppose so. Most sinners don't really glow do they?" You ask with a worried face.

"Only the ones on fire," he says, smirking when you look shocked at his dark joke. He conjures a small, concealing spell around you, dulling the glow. "Now let's do some final touches," he says, adding a set of black curled ram horns and a tail to match. "And to finish it off..." he snaps his fingers and your seraph wings are transformed into a smaller, more manageable set of bat wings. "Now you are truly fit for Hell," he says with a pleased smile.

Your eyes widen as you look at yourself in the mirror. You do a little spin and your smile slowly spreads from ear to ear. "This... I look incredible. You'd never know I was an angel! And these cute little wings!" You say flapping them sweetly.

"Well, that was the point, after all," he says with a lazy smirk. He watches you, his charismatic glimmer still there. When he sees your smile, it widens, and he knows he did a good job. "I'm glad you like them. They're functional too, so you can still fly, but they won't be quite so in-the-way and obvious.”

"They're perfect!" You shout, turning to Lucifer and jumping into his arms, hugging him tightly in appreciation.

He catches you with ease, his eyes widening for a moment. As Lucifer regains his composure, he smirks at your sudden display of gratitude, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the embrace more than he'd care to admit before placing you back down.

"So what now!?" You ask excitedly before giving him your best attempt at a seductive look. "Shall we begin my first day as a succubus?”

Lucifer's cheeks turn redder than usual, he hadn't intended to make you look like a succubus, but you were right, you did resemble one. It was truly taking everything on him to keep the thoughts at bay. He leans in a bit closer, enjoying the thrill of playing with fire. "Well, we could...?"

You quickly take his hand and drag him through the double doors leading further into the palace. Excited to see who notices, or perhaps doesn't notice.

Lucifer follows you without resisting, enjoying your newfound boldness and confidence. He's curious to see what will happen when people see the new, glamorous you. As you both enter the grand hall, some demons glance over and immediately take notice of the beautiful new being with him, but none react as though you're an angel. So far, it seems to be mission accomplished.

Everything is going well until an imp walks by and brushes against your new tail and you stop suddenly, squatting down into almost a fetal position, your tail wrapping protectively around you. Lucifer chuckles as he sees the imp do so, it was bound to happen at some point. "Oh, look at that." He says, trying not to laugh out loud. "Seems like someone is enjoying their new form" He smirks devilishly at you. But you don't answer.

The Imp quickly scurries away, not realizing the VIP he just brushed against. Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your sudden silence. "What's wrong, my dear?" He asks, his voice smooth as ever, his other eyebrow also raised in curiosity. He approaches you and leans down to look at your face, only to notice how flushed you've become, trembling and glassy eyed.

"Lucifer..." You whimper.

He looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern. Squatting down to your level, he reaches out a hand to gently cup your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. "What's the matter? Did that imp upset you?”

"N-no it's just... I've never had a tail before..." You blush and look away. "It's... it's sensitive..." You attempt to explain with heavy breaths.

A worried look crosses his face. "I'm sorry, maybe we should go somewhere more private until you get more desensitized to it." he suggests, putting an arm around your shoulders. He snaps his fingers before helping you through the newly opened portal and into his study, a room full of books, board games and a large fireplace. He sits you down on the lounge couch near the fire and sits next to you, placing his hand on your back gently, offering support.

"Ok so... I should apologize. I'd forgotten how sensitive tails can be, especially new ones," he says embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it goes away after a while, once it's been handled a little."

You look up at him with a dazed look. "Will you help me with it?" You look up at him from under your lashes. "I've never felt something like this before. I..." You ask in a timid voice.

Lucifer's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and intrigue at your question, "Are you sure?" he asks, not wanting to let his eagerness push you to do something you aren't comfortable with.

"If you don't want to, that's okay..." You say sweetly. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm surely just overreacting. We can go back out," you attempt to insist, but as your tail wags it rubs the leg of Lucifer’s pants and you can't suppress another shiver.

Suddenly the image of you out in the middle of the Pride Ring flashes into his head. Any passerby able to reach out and touch your tail, leaving you a puddle, all without understanding why... no. He couldn't allow that. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Nonsense," he declares, rising from the couch with a grace reminiscent of his angelic origins. "Let me help you," he gently turns you slightly away from him, getting ready to handle your tail with care.

You nod, giving him a very thankful look before letting your tail flick up and onto his lap with a slight flinch. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as you allow him to handle your tail. Tentatively at first, he wraps it around his fingers, careful not to hurt or startle you.

His touch is so gentle and yet it sends such strange sensations through you. You find yourself gasping, blushing, and flinching slightly, your eyes closing tightly as you try to suppress all the noises attempting to escape you.

Lucifer's grin widens as he realizes he can hear something akin to a soft moan, a pleasurable gasp. His confidence shoots up through the roof as he leans in. "Is this still okay?" he asks, "Not too much?"

You shake your head a little more forcefully than you’d intended. "N-no. I'm ok. I can handle this. keep going."

A feeling of deep contentment fills Lucifer as he can see the mix of embarrassment and desire flashing across your features. But he doesn't comment on it, merely smiles sweetly and starts to run his fingers along the length of your tail.

You try to keep yourself calm but a squeak still escapes you, and it seems as though once one escapes, more are determined to join. You curl up a little as his fingers touch your tail, shuddering and gasping, almost too overstimulated, but not quite.

Lucifer's eyes light up as he realizes there's a bit more passion hidden behind your reserved exterior. He continues gently caressing and massaging your tail, making sure to pay attention to each movement your body makes. He watches you with a mix of amusement and desire, his eyes sparkling. Then he starts to lightly squeeze and tug on it, a slow, teasing motion, his thumb tracing teasing circles up to the base at your back.

"A-ah..." You let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling.

He can feel how warm you're getting from your tail, it's radiating heat, not to mention your cheeks are quite red now. Your eyes are growing foggy. Lucifer can't help but feel something at your response, his fingers still moving in steady, deliberate strokes and teasing squeezes. The sight of you becoming so visibly flustered and aroused only serves to ignite the fire burning within him. He starts to gently caress your tail with more confidence. His actions are measured and deliberate, a perfect combination of roughness and tenderness, leaving you squirming just enough to make him feel like he's in control of your reactions.

You place the back of your hand against your mouth to stifle the sounds that are clawing their way up your throat. Lucifer smirks at the sight, his eyes locked on your hand and the trembling movements it makes as you struggle to control yourself. He finds himself growing more and more infatuated, enthralled by every sign of pleasure that escapes you, despite your efforts to hold back. Then he gets an idea. With a sly grin he lets his tail appear, slipping like a snake around and between the two of you until it reaches yours, coiling around it and tangling them together.

"L-lucifer..." You whimper out, your other hand reaching out to grasp at his shirt.

"Yes, my dear?" Lucifer asks, letting his own grin grow wider as he watches you struggle against your newfound lust and his growing influence. He feels the twitching of your tail against his and decides to take this teasing to the next level.

"W-what's happening...?" You ask as he continues.

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer only to get his first real look at you since he started. He finally sees your distressed face, the tears in your eyes and the quiver on your lip.

"L-lucifer... it's... it's too much..." You say with a quivering voice.

Seeing this, Lucifer immediately stops and pulls back, his expression softening. "Sweetheart, oh no." Guilt washes over him for his actions, knowing that he went too far. He let his excitement overshadow your needs. "I'm so sorry..." He gently untangles your tails before moving you closer to him until he can feel your face buried in his chest.

"Lucifer..." You say softly, pressing your face into him, inhaling his sweet scent.

He wraps his arms around you, feeling the heat of your body against his. "I'm so, so sorry, my dear." He responds in a whisper, as if trying not to break the moment. Lucifer places a gentle kiss on top of your head, holding back the urge to completely lose control again. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking down towards you. A small, tender smile crosses his face as he sees that you’ve dozed off in his arms. He looks down at your peaceful expression, feeling a warmth spread through him. Slowly, he turns to lay down on the couch with you still cradled in his arms.

Hours later you awaken, Lucifer holding you lovingly against his chest. Remembering what had brought you there, you blush, quickly pulling away and magicking away your disguise, at least for the time being. You hear Lucifer stir and turn to see him just as he sits up. Groggily rubbing his eyes.

“Time to go home already?” He asks, a sad note to his musical voice.

“Unfortunately,” you answer with a somber smile.

“Before you go let me give you something." Lucifer stands, leaving the room for a moment. When he returns he holds out his hand, asking for your own. You do as he seems to want, and he quickly wraps something around it, it's soft and surprisingly warm.

"Wh... what's this...?" You ask, eager, not having seen it yet.

"Look and see," Lucifer replies, his voice low and seductive. When you pull your wrist back you see a single long feather—white as snow and glistening in the dim light of Hell. It is soft to the touch, almost silky.

With wide, shocked eyes you look at Lucifer. "Is... is this... one of yours...?" You ask, incredulous.

Lucifer's smirk returns, full of wicked delight. "Yes, it's one of my secondary feathers," he replies, his voice thick with meaning, his fingers tracing circles around your wrist. “With this," Lucifer whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your wrist, "if you ever need me. I will know and I will come to your side."

Lucifer watches as you smile and blush, pleased by your reaction. He can't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness towards you, as if he was slowly but surely drawing you into his world.

“Thank you…” you say softly, aware of how big a deal a gift like this is. Secondary feathers, like primary feathers, do not grow back, but *unlike* primary feathers, unless one loses all of them, their flying won't be impacted. Loss of too many primary feathers will cause either a severe difficulty or, in most cases, the inability to ever fly again. With as much power as these feathers hold, you instantly understand the seriousness of this gift. “Truly… you bless me.”

“I’d want it with no one else. Go home safely and return the same,” he says with a soft kiss to your knuckles.

With a heavy head and a confused heart, you open the portal home and step through, allowing yourself one last glance back at the King of Hell's gentle face.

WHOO! I'm excited to get this off the ground. Things are only gonna get more steamy from here, and part three... Well... Let's just say I'm excited for part 3...

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