Lucifer and you have been friends for a while now. You met after the battle with the extermination, the hotel gaining your attention. You met Lucifer, and quickly grew fond of him. You'd hang out with him, go to bars, watch movies, and sometimes just talk. You mainly thought of this whole relationship to be just friends, but Lucifer had other ideas.

When everyone in the hotel was asleep, and when he was alone in his room, he would masturbate and touch himself to the thought of you. He'd imagine it was your hands wrapped around his cum-soaked cock, when the hands were really his own. He'd spy on you, always look out for you, and even steal your clothes from your closet when you weren't paying attention.

He'd hump his pillow every night, acting as if the silk fabric was your tight little glistening cunt. And that brings you to the current situation.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, getting out of bed. Everyone in the hotel was asleep, but you just couldn't rest. So, you decided to go see your best friend, Lucifer. You walked down the halls of the hotel quietly, stopping when you got to Lucifer's room. You brought up your hand to knock, but stopped when you heard moans and whimpers.