The night washed the apartment in darkness, save for the nightlight, when I woke. I turned over to see Azza watching me. I reached out and pushed the curls away from his face a bit.

"Don't make me go, Olivia. Let me stay," he begged. He cleared his throat when his voice cracked. He seemed so vulnerable after showing me so much power. He did not influence me to make me say yes. I only felt his need. How could I say no?

I leaned over and kissed him deeply, taking control for the first time between us. As I slowly broke the kiss, I caught his eye. "Stay, Azza. Stay with me, stay with us, and let's heal him together."

He released a breath, and it rushed from him. His power flowed again.

"Wait, Azza," I requested, and he hesitated. "I—I want to be with you because I crave to and not because you compel me, as much as I have loved being filled by your power."

"You want to be with me? For me? Not for the things I can do to you?"

I nodded. "I know you like to control me, but I can't truly give you pleasure on my terms that way."

He could only stare at me for several moments. He raised a hand to my face, and I leaned into his touch. "There is no doubt in my mind about why he loves you."

I smiled. "And you love him," I stated.

"Yes."

I stood and held out my hand. "Come with me and let me love you?"

He took it and followed me to the bed. He was quiet.

"Are you okay, Azza? Do you want to say no?"

"I'm okay. I just don't know what to do. I'm used to my powers, so if I can't work with them, well, I'm feeling a bit awkward."

I smiled up at him, "I like your powers, Azza. I like losing myself in them, but I can't do that and focus solely on you. Am I making sense?"

"I think so. You're asking me to leave your mind alone, so you maintain awareness?" he asked to confirm.

"Yes! Can we come up with a combination that allows you to use them but lets me remain me and not a toy?"

He grinned. "Yes, we can."

"Good. Now, tell me what you like. What do you want?"

"To fuck you in the shower," he said immediately.

I moved closer to him, running my hands over his chest. "I want to hear you tell me why you want it. I like to hear the agony in your voice because you're not already doing it."

"Our first time in the shower? That was agony. Water is my favorite, and I wanted to cup your ass, push you against the cold tile, and have you."

"But you didn't. Why?"

"Because you hadn't said yes. You couldn't. I like for you to be half out of your mind when I do you, it's true, but only after you've said yes."

I stood on tiptoe to better catch his eye. "I want to play a game. I want to ask you to do things to me until you can't stand it anymore, and you must have me. I want you to beg for a change."

He beamed. "I like the sound of this game."

"Good. Kiss me and let me feel your strong hands on me. I love your hands..."

He caught the nape of my neck and brought me close, penetrating me with his tongue, showing me just how he wanted to have me later. His other hand ran the length of my body before returning to roll a nipple, the small spark of pain stirring something greater in me.

I whimpered when the kiss ended. "Let's go and get the shower started, Azza. You can make my legs tremble while we wait for the water to warm."

He leaned down to kiss me again, cupped my ass, and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me. I reached out to set the water's temperature and knew we had about a minute's worth of agony to endure before he could do what he wanted.

"Azza? I know you can control my orgasms."

"Yes, easily. I can make you come in about a hundred ways, Olivia."

"Do it. Right now, with my legs wrapped around..."

He cut me off with the force with which he slammed pleasure into me, then yanked on it to make me orgasm. It caught me so off guard, I didn't even remember to call to Lucifer. I slumped into him, and he drained his power away to help clear my head. When I could finally speak, I told him what I wanted for the rest of the time.

"I want tiny ones—a lot of them. I want them to be what makes me slick for you. I don't want you to control the finale with your mind, though. I want you to be in me and for me to help. When I finally come, use your powers to roll it and make it go on and on until I can't stand it anymore. Can you do that for me?"

His erection pressed against me; how I was talking to him was turning him on. "I'll do whatever you want, Olivia, just let me fuck you in the goddamned water. Please. The shower is ready."

I gazed into his eyes, holding the moment. "Say, 'Please,' again, Azza. Beg."

"Dear God, woman, please! Do you not feel how much I want you?"

I did feel it; he was right there, just waiting to take the three steps it would take to slam me on the tile and bury himself.

He closed his eyes. "Please, Olivia," his voice splintered with need.

I leaned into him and nibbled on his ear before I said what he wanted to hear. "Yes."

I'd been wrong. It took him one giant step to slam me against the tile, water pouring down his back, and only another to plunge into me.

I gasped and cried out, both from the cold tile and the sensation of him inside me.

"Cry out for me, Olivia."

"Give me an orgasm, a small one, and I will, Azza. Every time you do, I will."

It was nothing for him to give me what I wanted, just a tiny flick of his energy, and I washed over the ledge for him. "Azza! More!"

He stopped fucking me fast and furious, backing down to agonizing slow. Every inch of him slid into me, and at the end of his stroke, he flicked his power again, and I called Lucifer's name.

Again, he did it, and again... and again... until I lost count.

Limp against him and the water going cold, he asked. "Happy?"

"Oh yes. But I want to be in bed with you. Somewhere soft and warm."

He turned off the water and took us to the bed, rolling in it, water and all. The duvet was as I wanted, soft and warm.

I smiled, languid, at him. "I want more of you, Azza. Taste me."

He complied. I stretched my arms above my head and enjoyed the roughness of his tongue against me. For every flick, my thighs jerked.

"Oh, your reactions are so lovely, Olivia," he breathed before nuzzling into me more.

He worked me with enthusiasm, keeping up a rolling wave of tiny orgasms until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Azza? Can you come more than once?"

He chuckled. "As many times as I want."

"How about as many as I want?" I smirked.

"I can arrange that," he promised.

"I want to be dripping with it, Azza."

He laughed. "It'll cost you," he said with a wry grin.

I chuckled. "What do you want?"

He crawled up my body to kiss me, and I tasted myself on him. Then, he growled in my ear, "I'd love to see my cum run down your chin."

"Come here, then." I tugged him off the bed. I knelt in front of him and took him in my mouth, loving his soft skin slid over the firm hardness of him. I wrapped a hand around his base and pulled with a slow-motion, applying just a little pressure and sucking as I brought myself off him. Then, I repeated it, moaning at his taste, setting up a rhythm he responded to well.

He was speechless, head thrown back and panting.

"Come for me," I begged, and I worked faster. He thickened as he got close. When he came, I found I couldn't take all he could give, so I slowly spat it out and gave him the site he wanted to see.

He stepped back, still beautifully rock hard, and wiped some of himself off where it had run down my neck, tracing it down through my cleavage. I pulled my hair forward to soak up his release. He ran himself through the slickness, and I encouraged him by pressing my breasts together. I loved the feeling of him forcing himself between them. He moaned and orgasmed, splashing into my curls, and I smeared it into the ends.

He picked me up and threw me on the bed, face down, and yanked my hips in the air. He used my ass cheeks in much the same way until he grunted, and it flowed down my back as I moaned, craving what he was doing to me. His hands spread it on my ass before flipping me over.

"Are you going to come in me now?" I asked.

"I have more to give you. You wanted to be covered, remember?"

"Yes," I breathed. "More."

He made me spread my knees and bare myself to him before lifting my feet. He had me hold myself open even further as he used them to get off, and he poured down me in a hot flood. "Now, I'm going to fuck you."

I was more than ready for him. He entered me, and he changed, getting thicker until I thought I would pass out because he felt so good. "Damn, Azza. I won't last long."

He smiled, "I want you to go over fast and hard, Olivia, then let me do what I do best."

I complied and masturbated while he stroked into me in a strong, steady rhythm. He felt my body change as I edged closer and closer.

"Yes, Olivia, let me feel you. Squeeze me tight when you call his name at last."

I concentrated on the nearly overwhelming sensations. I became tighter as I grew nearer, and he grunted, trying to hold off for me. At last, I crashed and screamed, "Lucifer!"

Azza caught the orgasm and rolled it as I continued to work myself. He slammed into me for all he was worth, and I went over again, still shouting Lucifer's name. For an eternity, he had me coming, the need to touch myself long gone, and even the need to have him in me. He simply filled me with power until I would burst, then yanked it, making me crash over hard.

As he did, he masturbated and came on me as many times as he could manage until I was, quite literally, lying in a pool of cooling fluid. I had no idea any creature could come so much. I lay, overwhelmed, under him as he slowed but didn't wholly cease what he was doing. It wasn't until I curled into a ball, crying from the overwhelming emotions and chanting Lucifer's name, that he finally receded from me completely.

As he orgasmed one last time, he, too, shouted for Lucifer. Then, we heard the portal.