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Forced To The Other Side AU

Claudia's been missing for several months, and Gabriel has turned everywhere he could think of upside-down to find her. He searched all of Earth aside from those few places warded against angels, he searched all of Hell--eliminating a ton of demons in the process--and even searched Heaven. All to no avail. It was like she no longer existed.

Then came a video with no return address. A porn video. One that involved demons, which made it... rather less than entertaining than the one he's done, given his own didn't involve anyone dying. One of those demons being an apparently possessed Claudia made it clear where the inspiration came from. The demon must have dug around in her head.

A couple of days of working on figuring out the location of the video later, he's figured out where to go. After dropping off the ferret and dog at the bed and breakfast due to not knowing how long he would be gone, he heads over there, appearing with an almost silent whisper of wings. He explores the building cautiously, keeping his power on a leash to avoid betraying his presence any more than absolutely needed.

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Lucifer follows her off the bed, standing in front of her and resting a hand in her hair. There's no need for him to give her orders, since she knows exactly what to do.

Yes, she knows exactly what to do, but it's hard to have anything resembling technique when you really just one to get off. It feels like even the slightest movement should be enough, and yet it isn't. Still, she half-closes her eyes, licking along his shaft like it's some kind of sweet treat, teasing just a little before taking him inside her mouth, grazing lightly with teeth just the way he enjoys. Claudia wants to be pleasing, wants to do right, to do anything she has to for Lucifer.

"That's it," he says encouragingly, rocking his hips just a little bit forwards. He's well aware of the value of praise to get what he wants.

Claudia melts a little in response, wishing she had her hands free so she could do more than just suck him down, so she could stroke his balls instead of just feeling them bounce off her chin as she worked. She loves this, the way he feels, the struggle to remind herself that he isn't actually choking her with his cock, that she should just keep going. It's been easier since Gabriel fixed her gag reflex, but instincts still try to interrupt her.

But she moans around him, urging him to thrust more deeply, to fill her as she was meant to be filled. To make her his once more.

Lucifer gradually begins rocking his hips further forwards, eventually working his way fully in to fill her throat as well as her mouth, precome leaking from the tip of his cock as warning of what was coming.

The taste of precome has her humming around him, swallowing it down as if he were producing the finest vintage for her to enjoy. It was right that she swallow him down like this, be used for his pleasure. That was why he had claimed her, at least in part. She moaned eagerly for him to finish, for him to keep going. Her mind was wrecked with all the needs she had conflicting in her, and not a single thought for anything not involved with sex.

Exactly as she should be, right now. For now, the only thing that's important is servicing both him and Gabriel when Gabriel's actively participating, rather than just watching.

His hips rock forwards twice more before he's filling her mouth and throat with hot liquid to be swallowed down. Come, he orders, allowing her to have her own release as she helps him have his.

The strength of that pent up energy is blinding as it tears through her like lightning. Her whole body spasms as she is completely consumed, bucking against him as he fills her, screaming wordlessly in exaltation around the flesh that fills her, pouring fuel on that fire with his own release.

If Claudia were in her right mind, it might scare her how intense the sensations were, how it felt like her body wanted to tear itself apart in pleasure, to drink in his seed like water in a desert. She has no idea how long it lasts, or even how long it could last, because as far as she is aware, that sparking, seizing orgasm is an eternal moment.

It would have been far more intense if she'd been forced to wait longer. He did her a favor, really.

He steps back soon enough, Gabriel taking his place to press his way into her mouth, wanting his own turn with her.

She's still coming down when the archangels trade places, and she's so dazed that it doesn't even register at first. She moans around the thick length, leaning into the feel of being filled again and again, the rightness of it. In the moment, it doesn't really matter who is inside her, as long as it was one of them. Any other body, even her own fingers, wasn't enough, not any more.

Gabriel rocks his hips forwards quickly, seeking his pleasure. Orders are whispered into her mind to suck harder, take him deeper, just do everything better.

She tenses a little as she recognizes the voice in her mind, but she can't resist the orders, giving Gabriel exactly what he wants. If there's a slight reluctance to go further than that, it's hard to tell behind the afterglow that makes her eager for more.

Gabriel thrusts into her mouth several more times before he's coming, sending her a mental order to swallow everything. It doesn't matter if she's happy about servicing him; just that she does it.

And she does, throat working hard to keep up with the hot flow invading her body, threatening to leak if she doesn't keep up. The fact that he orders her to do it rankles, and her eyes are hot with anger as she looks up at him.

Gabriel smirks down at her, stepping back when he's finished. Time to move on. "Get up and go bend over the table."

"Try to remember you wouldn't have complained in the least if I was the one giving the order," Lucifer says mildly, not missing Claudia's reaction to being ordered to swallow Gabriel's come.

"You don't give orders like that," she muttered, even as she moved to the table, still wishing she had some use of her hands for balance. Her shoulders were starting to ache with the restricted movement, even though it was nothing compared to her other needs.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer says in a chilly tone, the temperature dropping to match. A certain someone just made a critical error.

Claudia would never be able to voice why, but even with that dangerous tone and the chill making her skin feel far too tight, it makes her shudder with desire. Still, Lucifer didn't usually order her to do things for him in the bedroom, he made her want to do them to him, want him to do those things to her.

She might have turned to look at him, at them, but Gabriel's order had her bent over the table, legs spread and presenting her ass to them, come drying on her thighs as it dribbled free from both openings.

Lucifer gives her a cold look before transferring his attention to Gabriel, making sure to speak out loud so she could hear him. "Do whatever you like with her."

"With pleasure," Gabriel says with a grin, making the chains to hold her in place appear as his first move. Then he's walking over to her and slipping one hand between her legs to tease her and increase her desire for more.

Claudia shudders in response to that interplay, a soft, not entirely displeased whimper escaping at the words. The hand between her legs has her pressing back into it, as heat flares with the touch, burning away nearly everything but need.

She hopes they're both still there, images of what the two of them had done before flashing through her thoughts. She remembers the feel of being taken by both of them front and rear, feeling them rubbing against each other through her body's walls. Being spit-roasted, or covered in seed, utterly debauched and exhausted. And yet, she knows Gabriel will make sure whatever he does is more torment than pleasure for her.

Gabriel takes his hand out from between her legs after only a couple of minutes before lining up and driving himself in to the hilt with a single thrust. Then his hips are snapping forwards quickly and hitting her g-spot every time to increase her need quickly.

She's crying out wordlessly before too long, fists clenched hard enough that she thinks her nails have broken skin, trying to urge Gabriel to take her, even as part of her worries at what more he could do. What he could change, where he could create new nerves or sensations to make it so much harder to go through the day without obsessing about sex.

"Gabriel, please," she keens, his hard pace pushing her right against that edge of orgasm, that barrier she can't overcome.

"Please, what?" he purrs, hips snapping forwards once more before he's filling her. His hips keep moving through his orgasm as he refuses to give her a break.

The fact that he can do that, that they both can, has left her wrecked in so many ways. And yet she wants. What, exactly, she doesn't have words for, even images. Well, one word crystalizes out of mush that is her brain right now. "Everything."

"Is that so," he purrs, telekinetically twisting the nipple clamps on her and fucking her harder and faster, working his way up to the highest she could take.

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