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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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.

Lucifer would rather keep her from becoming a boneless puddle on the floor. He gives her a little time to recover before releasing her. "Get dressed. I'm sure you have work to do."

Claudia couldn't help blinking stupidly at that. For the life of her, there wasn't anything she could think of that she was supposed to be doing. Well, she had to get dressed, which was a little more difficult considering that she had no way to clean up.

Maybe by the time she got to her workshop she'd be able to think of something. Hopefully.

Considering the way she spent the last few days, Lucifer isn't surprised she's drawing a complete blank. She'll figure it out eventually.

She certainly considers taking a few of her frustrations out on the next demon to stop and stare at her as she makes her way through it. Or maybe a soul or two that hadn't gotten with the program. Claudia was almost certain that would be nice. But she ought to at least check and make sure the interruptions hadn't damaged any of the little projects Lucifer had given her. He hadn't exactly ordered her to go to work, but there were some serious implications there.

Maybe there'd be something new that needed her special touch.