Lustful Paradise

Lucifer was surprised that she asked something so blunt and also that she didn't care to clarify what she meant by such a question.

But nonetheless, he didn't show any signs of being uncomfortable or anything like that.

Instead, a smirk formed on his face. He seemed to find the idea of answering her very amusing. Even so, he did not rush into giving the answer she wanted, choosing to remain quiet while he savored a glass of whiskey instead.

Upon noticing this, Vivian felt a bit of impatience starting to take over her, mixed with a hint of worry for no reason, as if his answer would not be the one she expected, or he would never give it.

'Why am I even worried about this?' she thought while looking away, embarrassed at herself. 'No. It is important. If Gwen is going to be with him, then I should know how he is. Is he even going to tell me, or will he keep silent until I lose my patience?'

After several seconds of waiting, Lucifer put his glass aside and joined Vivian in the pool, getting closer to her until their faces were inches away, gazing into each other's eyes and watching every subtle movement.

"I would like to answer your question, Aunt Vivian, but first I would have to ask you a question myself." He spoke in a soft voice, only loud enough for her to hear. "How long has it been since you last had a good fuck?"

"What the hell!?" Vivian was so shocked and surprised at the same time that she exclaimed the curse aloud. "What kind of question is that!? Who asks that!?"

"Aunt Vivian... when was the last time you and Mr. Miller had sex together?" Lucifer kept the same expression as before, without changing his tone and asking the same question in a different way. "Was it months ago? Or more than a year?"

"No, I'm not answering that. There is no reason for me to do so." Vivian crossed her arms and looked the other way, obviously ignoring him. "Just answer my question already. Why are you delaying your response like that anyway? I am asking because Gwen is one of your many women, and that worries me. What if you cannot fulfill her desires or fail to satisfy them?"

Lucifer gave her a nod in understanding. "So, you're worried about leaving your daughter with someone who has too many responsibilities and won't be able to take good care of her." He then continued speaking while looking straight at her, not even blinking. "Hmmm... But why does it seem that you're asking because you yourself experienced it? Let's see... By now, my assumptions were correct, and your husband hasn't been paying attention to you. You've tried multiple times to seduce him and get him to pay attention to your womanhood, yet nothing worked."

"So, now you worry that Gwen will suffer the same fate and will end up like you... alone, abandoned, and unsatisfied." He tilted his head and watched her reaction. "Am I wrong, Aunt Vivian?"

"Yes, you are wrong!" Vivian raised her voice as her mind was filled with countless memories of her sexless marriage to Mr. Miller. All the moments where she needed him and his body, yet he couldn't give her any of that.

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After their daughter Gwen was born, she had always hoped for a second child with him, and maybe a third, but the opportunity never presented itself. There was nothing else left but to accept it all and pretend like everything was okay, or at least that was what she told herself so many times, hiding the truth that her husband became incapable of performing the act she most enjoyed in bed with her partner.

"You don't even know the first thing about what is happening in my life. What gives you the right to assume so much about me? Just because I am curious to know if my daughter is going to have a good relationship or not..." Vivian turned her face to look him straight in the eye while being slightly affected by the alcohol running through her veins. "...you don't get to make assumptions and judge other people like that."

Although Vivian was acting defiant and denying everything, Lucifer did not need more than one glance to know that this woman was deprived of sex.

Not only was her behavior a clear giveaway, but the way her eyes and body language screamed of sexual frustration told him that whatever was going on between her and her husband had been dry for a long time.

And that was just a fraction of the observations he could make about her.

If he had to describe Vivian with a few words, they would be "The Perfect Prey," due to how vulnerable and easy to break she seemed.

So, that is what he decided to do.

Without saying anything, Lucifer grabbed her head with both hands and forcefully locked her lips against his. It was a direct, aggressive, passionate kiss that caused her to widen her eyes in surprise as she felt his tongue enter her mouth and twirl with hers.

At that moment, a shiver ran through Vivian's body that went from her neck down to her whole body, which she blamed on the cold water she was immersed in, even when the sun was shining on her, making her feel warm everywhere else.

Her heart started pounding faster, and her hands clenched into fists, unsure of how to react in such an unexpected and shocking situation. No matter how many times her mind told her to push him away and scold him for doing what he did, her body wouldn't listen, leaving her at his mercy while the kiss lasted.

It didn't take long until her mind, too, started to get lost in the passion of the kiss, feeling all the pleasure it could offer while also resisting any kind of logical reasoning.