Lucifer asks you to fulfill one of his darkest fantasies.
Please be advised, this is a rather intense work.
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“Such a bad dog,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair. He grunts as you suddenly grab him by the horns, turning him to face you.
“But then again… you were acting so naughty, you must be wanting punishment. Is that right?”
His eyes widen, and a small whimper escapes him. It seems you were right on the money. He tries to turn away, but you hold him steady, forcing him to face you.
“Don’t look so surprised, it was a little obvious. I told you not to touch yourself until I come back, I leave you alone for barely an hour, and I walk back in to you playing with yourself?”
You smile. “What a bad, bad dog.”
Lucifer growls, but it melts into a whimper. His cock is straining against his underwear, which he had hastily tried to stuff himself back into as you walked in. There was a small wet spot above his tip.
“I should give you twenty kicks.” He whimpers, and you catch him grinding against the fabric. “Maybe I should do something worse.”
He stops, wings perking up. That certainly got his attention.
“You like that? Maybe I should whip you right on the balls. Maybe I should make sure you won’t touch your dirty cock without me again.”
He looks into your eyes, biting his lip and fumbling. He looks like he desperately wants to ask you something.
So you oblige him.
“Tell me, Lucifer. What should we do with a bratty dog like you? How would you like to be punished?”
You place your foot over his cock, quite honestly because you expect he’s going to ask you to crush him again.
He has such devious, dark fantasies, but you’ve come to understand his taste. He knows he can trust you not to react with shame, and you feel honored that he trusts you that much.
Even so, what he says surprises you.
He straightens his back, looking directly in your eyes so you know he’s being truthful.
“My love, clearly I cannot control myself. Therefore you should punish me to the fullest extent. I want you to cut it off.”
You pause.
You drop to a whisper, “Sorry for breaking the scene, but is this roleplay thing, or what?”
“No, I’m serious.” Although he does appreciate the concern. “Do not worry, it won’t hurt me.”
He pauses, looking downwards. “…I suppose that’s inaccurate, it will hurt, and that’s why I want it. But I will recover.”
“So, it’ll grow back?”
“It can be reattached with healing spells. There’s no reason to be afraid. You’ve done much worse to me and I recovered quickly,” he traces a hand over his abdomen, a haze crossing his eyes as he savors a delicious memory of being gored.
He’s snapped out of the memory as you press down with your foot, and he cries out in surprise.
“This is your last chance to back out then, Lucifer. Think long and hard, are you positively sure you want this? Because I’m not going to be gentle with you,” you smile, running your tongue over your teeth
He deeply considers the pros and cons, and finding no severe risk, nods. “Please, I beg you not to restrain yourself. Punish me to the fullest degree.”
You nod, relieving the pressure. “Alright, doggie. If you want to be fixed so badly, I will. Sit.”
You cross the room, searching through your bag of tools. You toss something at his chest, and he catches it. His heart beats faster upon recognizing it as a ring, the kind that clamps around his cock.
“Put that on, it’ll restrict blood flow. I don’t want a giant mess to clean up, understand darling?”
He nods.
“You’re going to turn around, strip for me, and sit facing the wall while I prepare.” You smile, and add, “you can go ahead and tease yourself. Enjoy it while you can.”
You retrieve a sharp, wide knife, a ziplock baggie, and almost all the ice in the freezer. You quietly enter the room, and see him obediently in the corner, grunting.
You retrieve a bottle of lube, and start stroking yourself as well, watching him as he pumps away, whimpering. His wings curl around him. Your name is on his lips.
“Lucifer,” you interrupt, and he returns to his formal posture, placing both arms behind his back. “Come here and lie on your back in front of me.”
He nods obediently, coming to his feet and striding across the room with such grace, as if he was the very model of obedience. He lays back, spreading his legs. You lay down inches away from him, wrapping your own legs around his so he could not close again. And you began fingering him with the lube.
“If I may ask, what are you planning?” He says, curious.
“I was thinking, you’re probably going to twitch and thrash around a lot when I’m severing your cock. It’d be a shame to waste all that energy. Is that alright?” You held your own at his entrance, barely pushing against him.
He nodded, flushed red. “Yes, please.”
You pushed in, and he groaned, his cock a little sore from all of the teasing and and attention. It wouldn’t trouble him for much longer.
You waited until your length was comfortably in, before shoving something into Lucifer’s arms. A pillow. “Grab onto this.”
You pulled out your blade, and gently stroked his length. It wasn’t very long at all until Lucifer was panting again, coming close.
And you began to cut.
He growled with pain, instinctually trying to wriggle away but you had him pinned with your weight. His wings beat the air, but it was no use. Because he desired this far too much to run away.
His helpless moans betrayed that.
But oh, how delicious his struggling felt. You weren’t sure if he was conscious of it or not, but every buck of his hips was doing wonders for your own pleasure. Your left hand continued to stroke even as your right hand cut deeper, both staining with black blood.
“Still good?”
He moaned, unable to hold back as he usually tried so hard to. It was a raw, helpless moan of utter pleasure, he was completely falling apart in your loving, caring, sadistic hands.
“Describe how it feels,” you asked, partially unsure if he could in this state.
“Good,” he gasped out, “good and it feels so sharp and good, keep going, be as cruel as you want, please, don’t stop now.” You smile, petting him with your left hand, leaving streaks of bloody fingerprints on his cheek. The sight made you feel insatiable.
You returned to your work, completely focused in. Somewhere in the distance you heard mumbling, a few sobs, and the sound of fabric being ripped. It was almost complete.
Lucifer watched, gasping with ecstasy and agony as you raised the knife above your head, a predatory glint in your eyes and an unholy smile, before quickly bringing it down in a slashing motion.
Lucifer cried out, a sound too stained with pleasure to be a scream and too terrified to be a moan. He clenched tightly onto you, the pressure finishing you off as if rewarding you for the service.
The spurt of blood coated your face in an arc, almost like it was mimicking his climax. Some had made its way onto your lips, and it tasted extremely metallic and yet a bit too sweet to be human. The two flavors balanced each other out nicely.
He laid back on the floor, gasping for air. You placed his meat inside a ziplock, and dropped it into the ice. The visuals made him feel dizzy with lust, but strangely, he felt nothing below the belt reacting to it. It took him a few moments to remember why, and he deliriously laughed. How funny, that he could forget so quickly.
“Hah… haah, y-you, you’ve… my p-poor cock…” he clutched the pillow, which had been shredded into scraps by his claws, the blood soaking into the plush, white fabric. His vision was slightly dizzied as well. As powerful as he was, he did not need to worry about bleeding out, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel the effects of blood loss. If anything, however, it was rather nice. Relaxing even.
“You look particularly satisfied. Was it enjoyable?”
He nodded enthusiastically, “th-thank you, thank you. That was wonderful. I loved every moment…”
“You know, most people wouldn’t react that way at all to being castrated. You really are quite dirty, aren’t you?”
Surprisingly he nodded enthusiastically, instead of sheepishly confirming as he usually would. “Only for you, only you can do this to me, alright?”
“Of course. If anybody else tried, I’d slice them to ribbons first. And It would be far less enjoyable.”
You tried pulling out, only for him to weakly cling onto you. “A little longer, more please.” You allowed him to pull you closer, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck.
…
You finished the spell, and the glowing around your hands faded. You quickly inspected him for any permanent damage, and he blushed slightly in response. Much to your relief, you only found a thin, blue bruise in a ring around his base.
“Does it feel alright?”
“Well, it feels like it usually does after these more… intense punishments. Rather sore, but otherwise alright.”
“Are you sure?”
Lucifer nodded. “Do not think for a moment I disliked the experience. As a matter of fact, I’m hoping you enjoyed it as much as I, so that we might do it again.”
You nodded, handing him an ice pack. “I did, but first we need to take care of you, alright?” You planted a kiss on his cheek, and he nearly melted. “You’ve earned a lot of praise, so I’m going to take good care of you for the rest of the night. Just lie back, and let me make you feel good, ok?”
He nodded, feeling himself beginning to harden once more.
