"I knew you would come back to me my love"
Moist's eyes brightened on sensing Lucifer's aura in her bedroom, in the dead of night.
It's been long she sensed him but they was no way she could ever forget that feeling. Everytime she senses his presence, her body stirs, a symphony of sensations unfolding like a blooming flower. Her heart, a drumbeat, quickens its pace, pounding out a rhythmic melody that echoes through her very being.
Her skin, a canvas of emotions, tingles with anticipation, as if the gentle brushstrokes of his gaze might set her aflame. Her breath, a whispered promise, catches in her throat, suspended in the expectation of his touch.
Her soul, a fluttering bird, takes flight, soaring on the updrafts of desire, as the memories of his love envelop her like a warm, golden light. Her mind, a maze of thoughts, becomes a singular, laser-like focus, fixated on the one who holds her heart captive.
Her body, a instrument of passion, hums with tension, every nerve and fiber vibrating like the strings of a harp, plucked by the masterful fingers of his love. As she senses his presence, she becomes a living, breathing embodiment of desire, a poem of passion, written in the language of the heart. It was a whole loving experience for her!
She turned to where he stood stoically, looking at her with some sort of disgust but she absolutely did not care. She walked to him and made to place her right palm on his chest but he slapped her hand off aggressively making her gasp.
"Get a hold of yourself Moist!" He cautioned, walking sternly few steps away from her. "I came for an urgent purpose, not to have you flaunt yourself shamelessly before me" his face showed how very disgusted with Moist's behavior.
"My love…" she breathed, "why are you sounding so harsh, it's I still, your love till eternity" she brought her palms close to her chest, curving her brows in plea.
"Moist I do not have time for all this, control yourself" he glared at her, with his aura giving off annoyance at it's peak.
"Why are you being so hostile love?" Moist still refused to give up. "What happened to you being very much in love with me? Why are you having this much hate for me?" She began crying, sniffing between her words with her cheeks all wet and red.
"I believed from the moment I sensed your aura that you came here because you loved me, to make love to me in the most wonderful way, what is going on now?" She kept crying, wiping her eyes with back of her palms and looking at Lucifer's disgusted face with pity.
"You act very lowly for a highly respected goddess of your status Moist". He sounded very cold, trying to restrain the amount of disgust he was feeling right now but his efforts seemed to go to waste as his face had subtitles on it. "I want to have a serious conversation with you".
"A serious conversation?" Moist was taken aback for some seconds. Lucifer was actually serious about coming to speak with her concerning something urgent. He has been emphasizing on it and ignoring all the emotions she had been expressing. She gave it a quick thought and decided to at least listen to what he has to say, it might be to her favor, who knows… confessions of her love for him could wait for later, she must not annoy him the more, it was best if she just cooperated.
"Eh…ehm" she cleared her throat, blinked a few times and finally returned the serious expression he had been giving off since.
"What did you come to discuss about?" She finally asked, tilting her head as she awaited his reply.
"I heard you punished a devouted priest of yours, in respect to a failed mission. I am here to know more about that and ways I can help you too"
'Was she dreaming right now?' Lucifer had never shown any interest in the matter of humans or her dealings with her perists and how she handle them. Why then was he so intrested with what happened with Moguos and why did he not just investigate about that too or better ask his trusted source but he chose to confront her about it. What does he really want to know? Was he aware of the possibility of Sheba being alive and wanted to verify it from her or was he just being unnecessarily curious?
"The affairs of my priests and my dealings with them do not concern you in any way Lucifer" she said grimly. "Please do not persuade me any futher to open up to you concerning human or spirit affairs. Besides, I do not see how they concern you in any way or is there something else you have in mind to know more about?" She drew closer to him, looking into ruby optics which sent her death glares that she intentionally ignored.
"Humph" Lucifer knew very well that Moist will not for any reason share delicate information about her leadership of the human and spirit races with him. She might be very in love with him but she was still aware that in the tussle of power for who remains the ultimate ruler of all races, he was still a strong opposition whom she must subdue, both under her will and under her dress. Besides, she knew he had this thing for Sheba which she never reciprocated when she was still alive. It was as though everyone knew Lucifer loved Sheba while she herself was too engrossed in her lustful fling with the siren queen. On the matter of if Lucifer has gotten over Sheba, she was yet to affirm that and till she could do so or better still, subdue him and have both him and his race all to herself, she would never disclose sensitive matters concerning her race and the rumors of Sheba's reincarnation to him.
"Come on love, let us enjoy the warmth of each other tonight. It has been so so long" she tried to touch him again, this time going straight for his moose knuckle, making him take a sharp breathe but still pulled himself together quickly enough to take out her hand.
"Stop this Moist!" He called her to order immediate but Moist was rather proving adamant and refused to agree to his unyielding attitude.
"You cannot deny that you have missed me so much Lucifer" she stepped back three paces away from where he stood, snapping her fingers and immediately her skin began to emit this beautiful glow that brought extra glitter to the immaculate interiors of the room. Her obsession with light and glow went farther than her looks and bright features.
"You can also not deny that you have missed the sweet taste of my body" she began to strip herself slowly. Letting her dress belt loose and taking off its hold on her shoulders, allowing it to fall down to her feet and exposing her very beautiful body which looked even more magnificent with the glow it had on.
"You know you want to feel this again Lucifer" she bit her lower lip sexily feeling the warmth of her body with her own hands. She cupped her both breast with her palms and squeezed them lightly, letting out a soft moan, followed by a light giggle.
"You missed my moans?" She purposely misread Lucifer's look of disgust as him being appeased with what she was doing. She went further, tracing her finger down her lower abdomen, finding her dripping cunt and with one slide, her middle and index fingers of her right hand were inside her already, maintaining a steady in and out movement while her left hand made it's way to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, intensifying the pleasure she was getting at the moment.
She moaned so loudly as she found it difficult to focus on one pleasure source. Her fingers sliding in and out of her walls felt really good and so did the hand movements she had on her breasts but nothing felt better that Lucifer's gaze that was fixated on her at the moment.
His face sure looked like he was not pleased with what he was seeing but she would rather tell herself that he was just pretending as he still could not take his eyes off her. She wondered how long he would keep up the act and when he would finally devour her like he used to.
"Tell me you do not want this for real Lucifer" She managed to say between moans. "Tell me you do not want your sluty Moist riding your face right now, tell me you do not want your cock soaking in my wetness right now, tell me Luci…"
She was yet to finish her statement before suddenly, Lucifer vanished.