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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Gabriel is soon moaning and rocking his hips forwards to drive himself further in, his precome trickling down her throat to spur her on. Even with the problems she's having, she's doing well enough.

She hums in approval of the new taste, anxious on some level to bring him completely, filling the aching emptiness inside her. She sucks all the harder, trying to bring him as quickly as she possibly can, needing it, feeling it bring her own pleasure to a fever-pitch with him. It was incredible, and she couldn't stop.

Gabriel rocks his hips forwards several more times before he comes, filling her mouth and giving her what she wants. He doesn't stop there, either, continuing to rock his hips through his orgasm, already chasing the next one.

She swallows everything down, trying to drink him in, feeling his balls hitting her face as she tries to lean even more into his thrusts. Every sensations winds even tighter around her, tighter than the bonds she'd been trapped in earlier, and while her mind wants to protest, her body overrules that, claiming this moment. A tiny part of her almost wished to be filled even more, each eager opening he'd given her stuffed until she couldn't do anything but take it. That there were only two men in her life or that the logistics didn't seem to work weren't important, all that was important was the all-consuming need to be used.

Gabriel's hips continue to snap forwards, driving him in although now he adds quiet praise in her mind for the job she was doing, winding his control of her ever tighter.

Perhaps later, he says in response to her new desire.

A flash of disappointment tinged with relief goes through her, and she doesn't know why that's a bad thing. He felt good, she was doing what he wanted, and why should that be wrong? And yet, there's a part of her that keeps trying to insist this isn't what she wanted, what she asked for.

Gabriel keeps his hips rocking forwards to drive himself into her mouth, encouraging the feeling that this was what she wanted in her, working to quiet down the part of her that doesn't. Just a little more molding of her into what he wanted.

Her eyes go a little glassy as he toys with her reactions a little more, pupils dialated wide with arousal and looking for all the world like she'd just been given one of the best drugs ever created. Endorphins, adrenaline, oxytocin, there were names for the chemicals that her body released, and even some studies on the biological purposes of them, but that wasn't the key part of it. He was making her want her, making it so she couldn't function without regular fucking. That she couldn't even reach orgasm without him, and that was what was fueling that simmering anger pushed down deep inside her.

Her mind was useless to him, and all he wanted was the body.

What he wanted was her obedience. Right now, it's just manifesting as control over her body. Control one, and the other will follow soon enough.

He rocks his hips forwards several more times, filling her mouth again with mental urges for her to swallow down everything he's giving her. Getting to be time to wrap this up.

She drinks him down eagerly enough, the feel of his fluids sliding down her throat seeming to calm something inside her, at least a little, and temporarily. She didn't have any other thoughts beyond that and the way she felt swollen with his pleasure and yet mostly unsatisfied as far as her own. If her hands had been free, she knew she'd probably be fingering herself in the desire just to get off, to go as far as he did down that denied path.

It made her almost whine around him to think that he had gone so many times without bringing her, too.

Gabriel steps back, pulling out of her mouth in the process before crouching in front of her and toying with her nipples. "Wanting your own turn, are you?"

"Please, Gabriel," she panted, even as he made her writhe as he played with those over-sensitive nubs. They still felt half-raw from earlier abuse, despite the actual injuries having healed. "Anything you want, just..."

She stopped, because she knew better than to make demands, she really did.

Gabriel raises an eyebrow at that. Then he pinches both of her nipples. "Come."

It was like a hot wire connected those nubs of flesh to places deeper inside, and she came. Oh, how she came for him, screaming her pleasure in helpless sounds as it seemed to go on forever. It felt so damned good to have that tension release itself under his guidance that she could have wept.

"There you go," he murmurs, toying with her nipples a little more before releasing them and standing. Then the chain on her cuffs is being removed. "Lucifer wants to see you. Go get cleaned up. I'll provide what you're to wear."

Just as well, given none of her bras fit anymore.

With her hands free, she almost makes it to her feet without stumbling immediately, but catches herself on the table. Her balance is off, her whole body aching in new ways. But she manages to make it to the bathroom and leaning against the wall of the shower stall, begins adjusting it to clean herself up.

He can probably hear some of the moans that get drawn out as she works to remove the mess he made of her legs and ass, unintentional as they are. Her ability to see herself or even bend over is impaired by the balloons that have taken over her chest, and soaping them off was yet another challenge. Finally, she finishes with shampooing her hair, using the familiar pattern of wash, rinse, repeat as an anchor to normalcy.

She can admit silently to herself that it was almost too tempting at times to pleasure herself, but with Lucifer waiting, that was a really bad idea. So she finally steps out of the shower, feeling almost back to normal as she dries off. There is a slight tinge of dread, however, as she steps out to see what he has provided in the way of clothing.