Lucifer reached his hand out, running it possessively across Sam's left buttock. His expression sharpened, just a little, as Sam flinched away from his touch.
"I want a torturer, Eliot. I want an obedient, corrupted demon out of you in the end, and I'll get exactly that. If you can't even screw someone you like it doesn't bode well for you, does it? You see, there's two ways this can go--you can accept it, and like it, and hold onto some part of yourself in the process. Or you can fight it and become a mindless, factory-standard style creature, simple, burned up inside."
"I prefer when my demons have some independence, of course, some spark, but I'll live if I have to burn you out first. You're mine either way."
Lucifer stepped away from Eliot, moving around toward the bedding box. "Sam really doesn't mind, you know. He'd rather have you."
Lucifer pulled out an enormously broad dildo, the head of it shaped like a fist, and then another, with downward facing spikes, which would anchor it in place and tear when pulled out. The snake went back into the box, where it turned into a rod again, and he advanced back on the bed, on Eliot.
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Lucifer reached his hand out, running it possessively across Sam's left buttock. His expression sharpened, just a little, as Sam flinched away from his touch.
"I want a torturer, Eliot. I want an obedient, corrupted demon out of you in the end, and I'll get exactly that. If you can't even screw someone you like it doesn't bode well for you, does it? You see, there's two ways this can go--you can accept it, and like it, and hold onto some part of yourself in the process. Or you can fight it and become a mindless, factory-standard style creature, simple, burned up inside."
"I prefer when my demons have some independence, of course, some spark, but I'll live if I have to burn you out first. You're mine either way."
Lucifer stepped away from Eliot, moving around toward the bedding box. "Sam really doesn't mind, you know. He'd rather have you."
Lucifer pulled out an enormously broad dildo, the head of it shaped like a fist, and then another, with downward facing spikes, which would anchor it in place and tear when pulled out. The snake went back into the box, where it turned into a rod again, and he advanced back on the bed, on Eliot.
"Last chance."