I enter her from below. (Pink Trigger's Power >599)

Summoning up all of my mystic Pink Trigger might, I hoisted her legs high to either side, then plunged myself into her tight pussy from underneath. It felt fantastic. This top-quality furniture had a perfect body for sex, and while I held her up, keeping my arms below her thighs, I reached one hand beneath her apron and felt her all over. The slender belly... those perky, youthful breasts... fucking Lucifer was going to be truly addictive. She was so light, I could take her all over the kitchen. If Godha came back, I might hide in the pantry, filling her with load after load.

"This is- what it feels like- to get pierced!?" she gasped between restless breaths, now holding onto me for dear life as I slapped her ass up and down upon my hips.

Ha ha... I guess it was kind of funny. Normally, the stakes are the ones doing the piercing. Oh shit... I see why they're so addicted to doing this. Embedding your stake in somebody is the best! Of course, I'll bet she's never quite followed through the same way I intend to.

Grunting, I wrapped both arms around her waist and thrust myself harder and harder. Her legs flailed wildly, uselessly, to either side; her black hair was like a flag flapping in the wind as sex droplets fell from her body to the counter-tops around us. I pitied whatever servant had to do clean-up after all of this.

When we came together, I knew it had all been worth it. Our demon fluids mixed together, dripping out form her hole, as she gasped in sexual satisfaction, her body still trembling. The lust for killing in her eyes had been fully replaced by the joy of copulation. Perhaps if all demons could be rehabilitated in this way, I could prevent the murders altogether? Was it too late to make that the goal of this story?

Apparently so. There were about six other characters that were jealous of Lucifer having all of the fun. I heard the first "My turn!" and none of the rest as the first of six eager stakes, which had entered the room while I wasn't watching, bounced from some surface into my unprotected skull. The rest probably all got their turn after that, but I'd already collapsed upon Lucifer, dead as a doornail.

In the last moment... I think I heard her call my name. So she's actually the romantic type? Ah... I love Lucifer.