The door to a small but cosy house opened as a 17-year-old girl appeared behind it.
"Hi Lucifer, remember me? We met in the orphanage, didn't we? Welcome home!"
"…I do remember you, Ivy, hiee."
Lucifer had been travelling for almost a day now, if we were to cut the pitstop at Alex's office.
This place was practically on the border, just a short distance away from where his orphanage was located.
It's not a literal border that divides countries, but one that distinguishes the different zones made after the Great Earthquakes of 2050.
They had triggered massive tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and polar ice melts, submerging vast parts of Earth.
As the boy sat on the sofa with Madam P.A, Ivy started speaking.
"Lucifer! Do you wanna see the latest model PC Dad bought for me? Hehe, come I'll show you—"
Ivy gave the lady sitting on the sofa a sidelong glance, who then bowed and took her leave.
As soon as the woman in suit left, the previously reserved and distanced girl grabbed the boy's hand and pulled him inside her room.
Before Lucifer could even process, Ivy grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward with an agility a girl her size shouldn't possess.
The moment the door slammed shut behind them, she spun around and crashed her lips against his.
"Mmphh~"
The boy did not even notice what happened before those soft, pink lips pressed against his darker ones.
Lucifer tried to pull out, scared that those cameras Ivy talked about would catch them red-handed… but before he could, the girl's crimson hair tickled the back of his ear.
Bending closer, Ivy pressed her body against his.
"Shhhh~"
Feeling his Adam's apple move, the girl leaned forward, slowly kissing it.
"You have no idea how long I waited for this, lucifer~"
The boy felt his body almost responding to her desires as she pressed her pear-shaped body against him.
Yes.
This was it.
Ever since the boy met her, he realised that it wasn't that he was invisible but the fact that no one cared enough to interact with him.
And ever since that day, he has been trying to follow her, to pursue her.
At first, it only stretched to casual conversations between the two, but soon…this girl had somehow fallen for him.
And well, fate was a bitch.
Just when everything seemed to be going good, her father appeared one day and declared that he was adopting the boy.
Just thinking about it made his blood boil.
Like yes, he wished to be Ivy's boyfriend and all, but who the fuck was going to tell him that her bastard of a father would adopt him instead?
'Hard luck, Daddy~
Your girl's already mine.'
Ivy's fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him closer as she tilted her head, desperate for attention.
Lucifer's hands instinctively found their way to Ivy's plump and juicy hips, gripping her a little too tight as he felt those 2 perky melons pressing against his chest.
"What—" He barely got the word out as she smirked, pulling away just enough to stare into his deep, black eyes.
"What? Surprised?" Ivy teased, licking her lips as she traced her hands along his chest, "I wouldn't mind loosening some buttons, daaarlingg~"
Lucifer's breath stopped at the girl's provocative words; she continued to pull him in, her fingers running through his messy black hair, gripping it with just enough force that sent a shiver down his spine.
His sharp black eyes locked onto hers—twin pools of midnight desire that mirrored his own hunger.
Ivy's crimson locks fell down her shoulders like liquid fire, cascading down her lithe back as she just wouldn't stop teasing him.
The silent room was soon filled with the stale scent of lust and desire as Lucifer contoured his hand over her body.
She was perfect—curves that hit just the right spots, face that was so die hard for, hair that screamed dom…it was like her whole body was sculpted like some forbidden masterpiece.
Her black night robe barely concealed her figure, and as he pressed against her, he felt the warmth of her skin as well as the softness of her boobs against his own toned frame.
Lucifer's hands slid inside her robes, trailing over her skin like desperate worms moving down the curve of her back, gripping her waist with a possessiveness he didn't bother hiding.
She wasn't just beautiful.
She was intoxicating.
A fire wrapped in silk, dangerous yet irresistible.
Ivy smirked against his lips, her fingers tracing the edges of his unbuttoned shirt, her touch sending sparks wherever it landed. "What's wrong, Lucifer?" she teased, voice laced with mischief. "Getting nervous?"
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he met her challenge head-on.
His hands moved with urgency as he pushed the girl on the bed, the weight of his body pinning her down.
The air between them crackled with heat, every glance, every touch pulling them deeper into an unspoken promise neither wanted to break.
Lucifer's fingers found the tie of her robe, and as it slipped open, revealing more of her, his breath hitched.
"You're going to be the death of me, Iv."
The girl only smiled, pulling him closer, her voice a whisper against his lips as she slowly touched the visible tent on his pants.
"Then die right here, won't you?"
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