Humor them...

Lucifer's clenched fist slowly loosened as she eased her breath.

'Calm down, Lucy.' She thought to herself with her eyes closed. 'These simpletons aren't worth the trouble...'

Just as she finally started to settle down, she felt something touch her chin. As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized the leader of the cult had walked up to her and was now holding her head up to get a better look of her face.

"Ahh, truly a fine specimen that we have been blessed with..."

Now that she calmed down, she really started thinking about the situation. More specifically, how she could twist it all in her favor.

If she had to guess, Lucifer assumed she would had to start with the man in front of her.

"...Heh. 'blessed', you say? Interesting choice of words..." Lucy though for a moment, and almost wasn't able to hold in her chuckling. In a way, he was at least half right. "Alright, 'master', how can I be of service?"

Part of Lucifer was questioning why she had said that. She could tell what all these men wanted, she knew that they were just a bunch of **** little humans who probably went this far just for a chance like this.

While she knew very well that this was most certainly NOT the attitude of a queen, she also remembered what the alternative for the day was. Yeah, paperwork WAS that much of a pain...

Besides, one of the perks of being a ruler is having full reign to do whatever she wants. So, with that in mind, she decided to play her role for the moment. It had been quite a while since the queen had indulged herself in this type of activity.

The leader place one hand in her shoulder and pushed Lucy down, making her get on her knees in front of him.

'Oh, of course. No better place to start, I guess...'

Although Lucy would've wished she wasn't shoved down so abruptly, she decided against protesting. She had a role to play, afterall.

The queen of Hell started moving her hands through the leader's robes until she found the small knot that held his pants. She could slightly feel the man's hardness as she worked it open.

When she was done, Lucy was caught off guard when she was almost hit on the nose by the leader's member.

She looked at the slighty above average erection with wide eyes for a moment before her expression turned devious. "Well, aren't you packing quite the weapon..."

"And I believe I don't need to tell you what to do here, correct?" The old man said, smiling down at her with a slight hint of condescension.

'He really believes he's in control, huh?' Lucifer thought to herself, a smirk of her own forming in her face.

She didn't say anything else to him. Instead, she grab a hold of his member, giving it a few slow strokes that helped get it to full mast. If the sounds he made were any indication, the feeling of her still gloved hand was positively divine.

'Alright, enjoy it to the fullest. I'll make sure that you lot learn what happens when you underestimate a demon...'