Chapter 247: “Your turn,”*

Luna’s lips curved, a half-smile that was both challenge and surrender. She climbed the dais, her movements deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. The air grew heavier, charged with the scent of her—iron, tea, and something wilder, like a storm about to break. She stopped just short of him, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body, the faint brush of her breath against his skin."You’re trouble," she whispered, but her hands were already moving, fingers grazing the collar of his shirt, tugging it open to reveal the hard lines of his chest. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt through him, his cock stirring against the confines of his pants. He caught her wrist, not to stop her but to feel the pulse under her skin, steady and strong.

"Always," he said, his voice a low growl, and he pulled her closer, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. She tasted like the city, like battle and home, and he drank her in, his hands sliding under her jacket, finding the curve of her waist, the soft skin just above her hips. She moaned into his mouth, a soft, desperate sound that made his blood burn.

Luna broke the kiss, her eyes dark with lust, her chest heaving. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky, and she slid off the throne, pushing him back into it with a strength that surprised him. Her hands were on his belt, undoing it with quick, eager fingers, the leather giving way under her touch. She pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, her grip firm but teasing, and Lucifer groaned, his head falling back against the throne.

"Fuck, Luna," he muttered, his hips bucking into her hand. She smiled, wicked and knowing, and then her mouth was on him, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, and he growled, his hands gripping the armrests until the stone creaked. She took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet, her throat tightening around him as she bobbed her head, her lips stretching to accommodate his thickness. The sight of her, on her knees before the throne, her storm-dark hair spilling over her shoulders, was almost too much. His balls tightened, the pressure building, but he wasn’t ready to give in yet.

He reached down, tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling her up with a gentle but firm tug. She gasped, her lips red and wet, her eyes blazing with need. He kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue, the mix of salt and heat driving him wild. "Turn around," he said, his voice rough with desire, and she obeyed, bracing her hands on the throne, her ass high, her thighs parting to reveal her pussy, already slick and glistening in the firelight.

Lucifer positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding along her wet folds, teasing her entrance. She moaned, pushing back against him, her pussy quivering with anticipation. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and then he thrust into her, slow and deep, his cock stretching her tight walls. "Fuck," he growled, the heat of her pussy enveloping him, so wet and tight it made his head spin. Luna cried out, her fingers clawing at the throne, her body arching as he filled her completely.

He started slow, sliding in and out, watching the way her pussy gripped him, the lips swollen and slick, coating his cock with her arousal. Each thrust drew a moan from her, her voice rising in pitch, desperate and needy. "Harder," she gasped, and he obliged, his hips slamming into her, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the vast hall. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing with every thrust, her juices dripping down her thighs, pooling on the throne’s edge.

Lucifer leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back, his lips brushing her ear. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, circling it with rough, precise strokes. Luna’s moans turned to cries, her body trembling as he fucked her harder, his cock driving deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her shake. "Lucifer!" she gasped, her voice breaking as her pussy tightened around him, her orgasm building fast.

He didn’t let up, his thrusts relentless, his fingers working her clit until she was writhing, her moans filling the hall like a siren’s song. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, her climax hitting like a tidal wave, her body shuddering as she screamed his name. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, her pussy dripping and clenching around him, pushed him to the edge. He groaned, his hips slamming into her one last time as he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his release.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting, their bodies pressed together, the throne humming beneath them. Luna’s legs trembled, and Lucifer pulled out slowly, watching as his cum dripped from her pussy, mixing with her wetness on the throne. She turned to face him, her face flushed, her eyes still burning with desire. "Fuck," she whispered, a shaky laugh escaping her lips. "You’re gonna kill me one day."

He grinned, pulling her into his lap, her thighs straddling his. His cock was still half-hard, already stirring again at the feel of her against him. "Not yet," he said, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her ass, her breasts, feeling the heat of her skin. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding against him, her pussy slick and ready again.

Luna pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Ready for round two?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, her fingers already stroking his cock, coaxing it back to full hardness.

Lucifer’s grin widened, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her, positioning her above him. "Always," he said, and as she sank down onto his cock, her pussy swallowing him whole, the throne hall filled with the sound of their moans, the city outside bearing witness to their untamed fire.