Not as Planned...

It had only been a couple minutes since she started. She had moved from a simple handjob in favor of using her tongue, swirling around the head of his cock on top of slow, methodical strokes, all the while looking deep into the leader's eyes, almost like Lucy was staring past them and peering right into his soul.

Giving the reactions she was getting out of the man, the Lucy was certain she was doing a good job.

After a few moments in, Lucy realized the man's hand had drifted towards her left horn, causing the proud queen to gasp into his cock briefly. The horns were a sensitive spot for most female demons, and coupled with her already high sensitivity, the slight touch didn't fail to sent what felt like a bolt of lightning right down her spine.

While she managed to keep her mouth on the the tip, the cultist noticed how she had suddenly stopped her movements entirely.

"Hey, why did you stop? I was..." He stopped talking for a second, suddenly focusing on his hand gracing her white horn. It seemed he also didn't realize he even moved.

With a raised eyebrow, he suddenly gripped it tightly, so suddenly that Lucifer wasn't able to stop her moan. If her mouth wasn't occupied, she was sure even the cultists in the far back would have be been able to hear her.

It looked like whatever thoughts that the man had in his head were confirmed by the way a grin suddenly formed in his face. "Oh, did you like that?"

Obviously, Lucifer couldn't say a thing in the position. She entertained the idea of pulling herself off his cock, but she quickly realized he wasn't going to let her.

"Very well, then allow me..." Soon his other hand was on her right horn as well. His grip tightened, and before she could do anything, she's suddenly **** to sheath his whole cock down her throat.

Lucifer's eyes went wide at the sudden intrusion. She audibly gagged as she started tapping the man's thigh, trying to get him to let her off. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the man wasn't as patient as she first thought...

He pulled back about halfway, just for long enough so that Lucy wouldn't ****, and then slammed himself in again. And then again, and then again...

Cheers from the followers came from all sides as their leader face-fucked their lord without even knowing it.

Lucy's eyes began to water as her strangled moans could now be heard all through the room. She switched between glaring at the man using her face as a fucktoy and glancing, as best as she could, at the other cultists.

She could sense the overwhelming lust in their eyes, see how some already had their cocks out, not even trying to hide how they were just waiting for their turns.

Suddenly, the leader halted his brutal trusts, keeping her head in between his legs as he could before finally pulling himself off her completely, with her lips making an loud *pop*.

With his hand still in one horn, she was **** to look at the man as she tried regaining her breath.

"Good. Very good. But it would be a waste to finish before getting a taste of that body of yours, first..." He comments, playing with her tie with his free hand.

On second thought, maybe giving them the upper hand wasn't so much of a good idea...

'This might be bad. Got too careless too soon...'

If she doesn't get a hold of herself, there's no telling what will happen...