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.

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She drinks him down eagerly, reveling in the feel of him coating the inside of her mouth and throat, soothing away some of that aching emptiness, but not all, never all. Claudia wonders if this will drive her mad, then wonders why she cares. To be subject to this level of pleasure was worth a little suffering, wasn't it?

Well, she seems to be managing to program herself fine right now. Probably because he's the one she's servicing, rather than his brother.

He gently tugs her back when he's done so he can push down the straps of her bustier, giving him access to her breasts, allowing him to roll her nipples before pinching both of them along with giving her an order. "Come."

If it had been a surprise when Gabriel had used her breasts that way, it was no less so when Lucifer did it. Her body took over, as if an explosion began with her swollen breasts and worked through every nerve, blinding her with pent-up need. The growing wet spot inside her shorts was given a new flood as everything released, her entire body moving in reaction.

She screamed his name, so grateful to serve him in any way he pleased. Claudia wanted more, wanted him to be the one to do it.

He toys with her nipples a moment longer before releasing them and leaning back in his seat. "Take off your shorts and sit on my lap with your back against me."

Claudia follows his order with no hesitation, wanting to do it for him as much as she hadn't for Gabriel. The too-short shorts slid off with a little work, revealing that she had nothing else underneath. The coarse canvas had been a different torment, up against her sensitive openings. She slid until his groin brushed against her ass, and a soft sound escaped her at the sensation. But the bustier only being half-on wasn't very comfortable, and she turned her head so she could try to see his face. "May I remove the top as well?"

"You may," he allows, placing his hands on either side of her waist and rocking up against her in order to tease. There's a little time for her to wait before she gets filled once again.

The top was tossed aside as soon as the clasps relaxed, and she sighed in relief. Without thinking about it, her fingers start to play with her nipples, even as Lucifer rubs against her from behind. It just feels so good, she can't help herself. Her head relaxes back onto his shoulder and she just lets out a deep, contented breath.

"Thank you."

Lucifer doesn't bother responding. He only lifts her up so he could lower her onto himself and let her feel him slowly pushing into her rear entrance until she's sitting flush against him. At which point, he rocks up his hips to begin driving himself into her.

He can feel immediately the changes that his brother wrought in her as she reacts to the sensation, her muscles tensing and relaxing to draw him deeper with every thrust. It feels good, right, instead of another way to humiliate her, but she still feels empty. The image of being filled from all sides flashes through her mind again, and this time she's almost clear-headed enough to see the near-impossibility of such an act.

"Please, Lucifer...I need...more," she panted.

Lucifer gives her an image of her on hands and knees as he and his brother spit-roast her, taking her from both directions. "That kind of more?"

Not that she's getting it right now. What she is getting, is him. Thrusting up into her to drive himself in deep, precome starting to leak from his cock once again.

Even as the image makes her tighten inside, she can't help shaking her head. She's had enough of Gabriel, wants to keep her distance. That he terrified her is only too clear. No, what she wanted was more like what they'd done when they'd taken her from front and rear, between the legs. Even a dildo or his fingers would be wonderful. Just the idea of that has her eyes rolling back in imagined pleasure. With all the changing, that opening had been left empty too long, and she positively ached to be filled once more.

"Just remember you belong to him as well. If he wants you, he'll have you." She's just going to need to learn to deal with the fear.

With that, he stops talking to focus on snapping his hips up several more times before filling her. Time to see how doing so affects her.

She knows a lot of Gabriel's anger towards her is from how she trapped him and turned him over to Lucifer, and more is what he can't or won't express towards his brother, but that still both frightens and enrages her that the archangel who took her away from him would so easily give her back. Being turned over to Gabriel's nonexistent mercies had turned from pleasure to rape of the most intimate kind.

But even those thoughts are buried in the rush of pleasure his release brings forth. It's easily as intense as the rush from vaginal sex, and she can't quite remember why the change bothered her as the heat suffuses through her entire being, seeming to both quiet and inflame her desires. She feels all twisted up inside with the warring needs to be fucked from every angle, used completely, every orgasm wrung from her until she has to beg to be given rest.

"Please, Lucifer," she begs once she can think a little more clearly. "Don't leave me alone with him." It's not a request she expects to be granted, not after his own anger at her for provoking him, but she has to try.

"What part of 'you belong to him as well' are you not understanding?" he says, tone chilly. She should know by now that if she tries to get an archangel to do something, he will do the exact opposite. She might not want to press her luck.

The chill in his voice makes her shiver, a sensation that ends on a moan as it moves her hips against him once more. Still, there's a quiet whisper that forms in the the back of her mind that says, But not him alone. Never alone.

So far as he was concerned, that was the end of the matter. He lifts her off his lap, cleaning himself off with a thought before lowering her on himself again. This time where she was soaking wet and ready for him to take her once again. As soon as she's surrounding him, he begins snapping his hips up to drive himself into her hard and fast, hitting the best spot inside along the way.

She's pulsing around him almost the instant he pushes into her, leaning forward so she can rock back onto him as hard as he's thrusting in, the sensation of him hitting the end of her driving sounds from her lungs. It feels like she's been waiting too long for this, her hunger consuming everything but the act itself. Moments like this, she doesn't want him to stop, wants him completely. And her voice says the same thing as her body, begging him for more, to go harder, faster, to come, to let her come with him, all the things she can't find words for but he's taught her to be for him.

Lucifer's hips snap up in a steady and fast pace, driving himself as deep as he could without hurting her, chasing his orgasm. One which happens in fairly short order, even as he thrusts through it in search of the next one. She can wait a little.

"Pinch your nipples for me," he murmurs in her ear as he continues his thrusts. One thing Gabriel's told him that he doubts Claudia knows is that it doesn't matter who toys with her nipples; anyone can make her come with them. Anything as well. Which will make using nipple clamps on her interesting in the future.

She had noticed in the shower and just before that even brushing against her nipples created sparks of reaction, but she'd been ordered not to come without permission, so she couldn't bring herself even if she may have wanted to. It had been ages since she could remember it being a natural reaction, for all that the collar that held her was a new addition in her life. Things were blurring into confusion as each time set the changes more deeply into her mind and body.

Just the light pressure has her clenching in reaction, moaning and trying more, just because it feels too good to stop. It seems wrong, and yet oh so right, and she begins to wonder if having so many places for them to tease and toy with is such a problem.

"There's a good girl," he murmurs in her ear as he fills her again, once more thrusting through his orgasm. Next time, he'll allow her to come. Only fair to reward her for being obedient and doing exactly as instructed.

"Pinch them harder." He wants to listen to her cry out in need and desire. Let how much more enjoyable it is to have them manipulated now sink in properly.

Claudia does as asked, starting to twist as she pinches to drive the sensation deeper, and it makes her writhe atop him. She can't help moaning out loud, the feeling very similar to a g-spot orgasm, only without the actual orgasm. She can only imagine what it would be like when suckled or bitten, and that makes her tighten all the more.

Lucifer keeps his hips snapping up; enjoying listening to her reactions, both internal and out loud. Hearing her pleasure was rather gratifying. Even so, it's not much longer until he comes again.

"Lucifer, please," she whined, feeling him fill her yet again. It wasn't enough, and she wasn't sure what would be.

"Come for me," he says, wrapping his arms around her midsection. Just in case she tries to slide off his lap after.

Claudia gasped as his words let out that pent-up frustration, tightening around his cock as if to urge him into one more delicious flood. Rather than fighting his grip, she tried to guide his hands higher, wanting him to play with her breasts, to see what he could wring out of her. She wanted Lucifer to play with her body like she'd used to play guitar, drawing out every note, every emotion from a fine instrument.

When it was finally over, she slumped back against him, resting her head against his shoulder, limp as a marionette with cut strings.