spncentral | 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.

Current Mood: cranky

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"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.

Her legs turn to jelly as the clamps bite into her nipples, fiery heat causing her to white out for a moment, blinded by the pleasure of what he's doing. Only his body behind her, inside her keeps her from drawing the chain to her collar taught. She should have come from that, but she can't, and oh, she wants to, wants him to do more that makes her writhe for him.

Gabriel's hips continue snapping forwards until he fills her again, giving her the silent order to come as well. He wouldn't give it, but he wants her at least slightly more capable of functioning than she otherwise would be.

She comes with him, at his order, her body milking him as the orgasm rips through her. When it starts to pass, she's against the surface of the table, whimpering with each exhalation as it causes her breasts to move, pressing the clamps in deeper.

It isn't enough, the hunger inside her barely starting to be fed. "More," she whimpers. "Need..."

The restraints keeping her attached to the table and the chain on the cuffs keeping her hand behind her disappear as Gabriel steps back. "Go lay on your back on the bed. Do so spread-eagle."

He has plans, oh yes he does. Plans his brother wants him to carry out, even.

She almost loses her balance when she's suddenly not held in place, and she squeaks a little, one hand grabbing the table to avoid ending up in a pile of sex-crazed nympho, or whatever she is now. A moment to catch her breath, and she's doing exactly what he wants, half-expecting that the chains will reappear as soon as she was in position.

She would be right, the chains appearing to keep her spread eagle as Gabriel settles on the bed by her, inserting two fingers in her to rub inside her as he watches her face. "I stopped my modifications of you maybe a little too soon last time."

Her voice is breathy, but she manages to find some words, somehow.

"If you make me any more sensitive, I won't be able to work," she told him. It had been really hard to keep her mind on anything else those last few days, and being like that all the time? It would be impossible. But it didn't stop how fucking amazing even his fingers felt filling her, that nothing that wasn't one of them left her just that much more hungry.

"Mmm," he says absently, not paying much attention as he rubs harder, focusing on instilling the need for his and Lucifer's cocks she feels in her mouth and ass in her main entrance as well. He's careful to keep the level of need in line with what Lucifer lowered his other modifications to.

Claudia strains against the chains as he rubs her, needing to move, every moment seeming to coil inside her like a spring with nowhere to go. She doesn't know what he's doing, if she should be frightened, but the sensation of being swollen with need has her wet and her breasts aching.

"I wonder if I should make you want more," Gabriel muses, rubbing the thumb of his other hand in the space between her breasts.

She whimpers at that, wondering if that were even possible, if she could survive that. "C-couldn't make you t-toys," she manages to get out, trembling with equal parts desire and fear at his touch.

"I'm sure we could find other work for you that doesn't require that level of finesse," Gabriel purrs, still rubbing her both inside and between her breasts, enjoying the feel of her fear and desire all nice and tangled up inside her.

Several of the images they've shared with her of her glassy-eyed and completely spent flash into her mind, left to sleep off the effects of being thoroughly used. Claudia couldn't tell if they were her own thoughts or helped along, but it was so tempting to just give in, the same way she had first given in to Lucifer when she'd been turned, remade. Would it really be so bad to let go like that?

Gabriel keeps up his work on her, waiting patiently. There's a certain appeal to letting her talk herself into agreeing to this next potential modification with his influence consisting of his touches and well-placed mental images.

Lucifer, for his part, reminds her of how she feels when servicing them; how complete and eager to please she feels as they use her.

The problem is, she likes finesse, the complexities of crafting what they ask of her. Even knowing they will be used on her, or perhaps all the more because of it. She tries to think, the prospect not as easy with the way Gabriel is touching her.

"What do you want?"

"You begging to be used how I see fit," Gabriel says instantly, letting just a trace of power sinking into the skin between her breasts.

Not enough to change her--yet--just enough to feel good and perhaps make her eager for more.

She isn't certain she can do that, not after what he's already done. It felt almost like rape, to be stripped of even the desire to say no, even as he made her ache for him.

"Gabriel..."

Gabriel lowers his head to tug at one of the nipple clamps with his teeth, making his point about her desire and also highlighting her need to have him in all three openings while he was at it.

She cries out at that, spine bowing as if a current of electricity had seized all her muscles, and he makes her want it, everything, anything. To feel both of them at the same time, to be filled from every angle, every way, as much as possible. While it was easily possible for either archangel to make constructs to do just that, she doesn't know if it would even be enough.

But it makes her whine with desire, just as he planned.

Gabriel grins as he releases the clamp from his teeth and takes his hands off her, moving up to teasingly rub at her entrance with the head of his cock, making her want it.

Want, she does, her body tense as an over-tuned guitar string, ready to snap. "More," she can't help urging. "Please, Gabriel..."

He teases her a little longer before slowly pressing his way in, letting her feel every bit. There's the barest of pauses and his hips are rolling forwards, driving himself in deep to seek out his orgasm, aware she wasn't coming without permission.