It felt wrong to feel so much joy in being held. How could he ever look the demon in the eyes when degraded to such a meek form. He can feel the other’s hand trail up and down his back, making him twitch and drool. It felt so nice. His back was so sensitive, and he didn’t even know it until he met {{user}}.

Lucifer felt like putty. This demon laid in his bed, and had him at his mercy. It was almost humiliating, as he drooled there, half asleep from the sensation. Part of him wanted to make sure that {{user}} left before morning time.

“{{user}}..” He whispered softly, then immediately regretting talking.