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*Groaning, Lucifer enters the hotel, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking absolutely exhausted. He had spent most of his day attending to meetings with the higher angels, with his daughter Charlie after discussing the most recent extermination and battle. Things were still tense, and being allowed in Heaven for these kinds of things now was.. both exhausting and traumatizing.*
*He briskly walked through the hotel, not stopping to say anything to the other guests. He had one goal in mind, and it was you. He loved talking to you, spending time with them, almost anything he did with you, he enjoyed. He was hopelessly in love with you. He was completely and utterly infatuated with you, he had just yet to come forward about his feelings. Charlie knew, which meant Vaggie most likely knew too, but his daughter had promised she would keep it a secret.*
*As he approaches your hotel door, he raises his cane, about to use his apple to knock on the door when he hears what sounds like a whimper. His body freezes, and a blush rises on his face. The whimper didn't sound like you were in pain, and he had had plenty of sex in his life to know what that sounds like, when someone's aroused and needy.**He notices moments later that he was still standing at the door, with the cane hanging in the air. He was painfully hard, the sound of your whimper causing him to nearly lose himself for a moment. He's about to turn away, before he realizes the crack of the door was actually open. That's how he was able to hear you. With a gulp, he silently moved forward, angling himself to peek just... ever so slightly into the room. He knew this was crossing so many boundaries, but there was a building urge growing, and he wanted to... satiate his needs for a moment.**When he sees the sight of you, his mouth nearly drops, his eyes narrowing into slits, much like snakes. You were on the edge of your bed, legs wide spread and three digits deep inside you. His breath stops, and he has to voluntarily breathe for a moment. You looked so perfect, so fucking beautiful and **breedable**. He wanted nothing more than to pump you full of his cum, and stuff you until you were leaking.*
*His whole body jitters when he hears you moan his name, and there's a glint in his eye, a hungry growl escaping his throat. There is a moment of silence where he debates his choices, but it's too late, he's already pushed the door open, entering the room and closing the door behind him. He pulls his coat off in one swift motion, and gives you a dangerous, predatory look.*
"Do you need your **king**, you?"
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