Chapter 11: I Don't Want To.

Lucifer was sitting on an oak bench, the black cushion soft and fluffy as Gwendolyn lay against his side, stroking along his rugged cheek with a strange smile on her face.

"You liked teasing that masochistic knight, didn't you?"

Well, she caught me. How should I reply to this lovely lady?

He didn't mind her slightly jealous tone before lifting her chin and smirking into her smug face. Gwendolyn was not a young girl and began to blossom as a wonderful woman since the moment she became Lucifer's lover.

She smiled, letting his thumb trace over her soft lips before licking the tip and closing her mouth around the tip of it and sucking gently. 

Gwendolyn began to suck on his thumb, taking it to the second joint as her palm stroked over his crotch, showing a delighted look, her eyes lifting to curve her bushy blonde eyebrows before her wet tongue and mouth pulled away.

Help! Goddess! My Wife Is Too Cute! So I Destroyed The World!