Dancing With The Devil
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Lucifer greedily kissed down Serena’s neck, his lips traveling lower and lower
until they reached the neckline on her dress. Pressing his face against the
softness there, he reached his arms underneath the girl's small body and
undid the back of her gown, then gently slid it off her body, revealing a
landscape of pale skin for him to devour.

Not hesitating, he assaulted her chest with his mouth, enveloping each nipple
in hot wetness, nibbling and teasing each so they became pebble like, dark
in color and erect. Chuckling softly as the slayer gasped beneath him he
moved downwards, kissing across her abdomen and dipping is tongue briefly
into her naval. He went lower, and gently used his hands to spread Serena's
legs. Sitting up, he smiled down at her, her eyes half-closed in dusky
passion, as she lay spread out before him. Reaching down, one flick of his
wrist made quick work of her white panties and he unceremoniously tossed
them aside. He stared down hungrily at her sex. Smiling knowingly when he
saw that she was wet and leaking profusely.

Leaning over her, he positioned himself above her clit, then thrusted in.
He face contorted in pain and he felt a satisfied rush. Virgins were so...
cute. Pushing forward again, he gently pushed himself inside of her, right
to the hilt. Her legs swung up to wrap around his waist and he set a rhythm,
moving slowly, in and out. In and out. This was her first time. It was poetic
in a sense, the Slayer, one of Heaven's tools for good, lying sprawled naked on
a bed in a secret room within the depths of hell, as she willingly let the
Lord Of Darkness pop her cherry, He loved it. He wanted her to remember every
moment of it. Every painstakingly slow thrust, the building passion and the
maddening need between her legs. He wanted her to remember gasping out his name
as she came closer and closer to climax. He wanted her.

She was thrusting back against him; her strength notable as she tried to speed
up the pace in her need, but Lucifer had other plans. He reached down and
steadied her hips, forcing the lazy pace, even though his own need was screaming
for release. The sweet, slow torture was delicious, but he couldn't keep it up.
Finally smiling, he stopped all together and gently flipped them over, so now
she was above him. "C'mon slayer, ride me." He whispered the predatory gleam in
his eyes dangerous and hungry. But she wasn't going to let him scare her. Smiling
her own, seductive smile she sat up straighter and started to pump him, steadily
rocking back and forth, growing in speed. He reached up and grabbed her hands,
holding them firmly to help her steady herself as she rode him.

His breath was coming in short gasps now, and he noted dimly in the back of his
mind that he was moaning, pushing back against her as they spiraled up into
oblivion together. She pumped him harder, then orgasimed with one last thrust
that rocked the bed and pushed him into the mattress. Then he came, joining
her in oblivion as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over them.

Spent, they collapsed against each other, both falling into dreamless sleep.
Her last thought, was that she had danced with the devil, and found one of his
secrets. The lord of Hell had been gentle with her, touching her as if she
might break, and the lord of Hell, had whispered three tragic words during his
peak that changed everything.

"I love you."

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heh, heh. If anyone cares Lucifer dies later on... mwahaha!! ^_^. poor Serena....