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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And being filled she is. Lucifer hardens the rest of the way as she takes him in, rocking his hips up once to drive himself further down her throat. If she's going to skip taking it slow, so is he.

It's exactly what she needed, feeling him so deep past her throat that she has to actually remind herself that demons don't really need to breathe, that he can't choke her like this. She moans around him, and the feel of him brings a new surge of wetness between her legs, as if her body knows he will be in other places before long. Once she has Lucifer as far down as she can possibly take him, her hands are gripping his upper thighs, urging him to move, to take her as she was made to be taken.

His hips rock up again to drive himself in as he murmurs encouraging words. She's not getting anything else before she's made him come in her mouth and he knows she knows it.

She moans for him, moving to help him pound into her, aching for him in so many ways. When she looks up at him, her pupils are already blown, little left beyond the need to give Lucifer her body in every way he desires.

He smiles down at her, his hips snapping up a last time before he comes, filling her mouth and throat. Time for her to handle this.

Claudia swallows convulsively, drinking his essence down as if it were the finest thing she could ever taste, only a small amount dribbling out on corner of her mouth. It feels so good, so amazing, to be filled after this long, to have him claim her body once more.

It would be enough to make her come for him, if it were aloud, her whole body trembling on the edge for him, determined to give him pleasure and release. She starts to draw back, trying to think if she should move or try to encourage him to come in her mouth again, to feel him fill her stomach with seed.

Lucifer removes his hand from her head, leaning back in his seat as he does so. "Take off your shirt and lower clothing."

He'll remove her bra himself when he's ready to do so. Let her be aware of that one piece of clothing.

Claudia nodded, trying not to moan as the fabric rubs over sensitized skin as she followed his instructions, having to work to peel off her jeans and panties as they clung wetly to her. She stood to finish kicking off the clothes, and tried to focus on just breathing, not the way the wetness of her glistening mound felt almost chilled.

"I want your mouth again," he tells her. "Just enough to get me ready for you."

Then he'll be having her. He thinks maybe he will bend her over the table. He could feel his cock stir at the thought as he visualizes what he wants to do to her.

She gives him a slight smirk, before kneeling to lick a long line up the underside of his shaft. "As if you really need help..."

But she doesn't stop there, taking the head and teasing the skin around it, grazing lightly over that sensitive skin with teeth.

He gives her an even look, telekinetically pinching her nipples though the bra, aware of what it would do to her.

That has her struggling not to do something stupid like bite down as her whole body tenses in reaction. Hurting him would be bad, even if there was nothing she could do that would last.

Yes, it would. Lucifer soon rocks his hips up once before pulling her head back to her her off him. "Go over to the table and bend over it with your legs spread."

She can't help licking her lips, trying to taste the little left of him on her skin as she moves over to the indicated position, and he can see just how wet she's been for him, resting her palms on the table. She knows he'll probably move her, chain her down, because she's pretty certain he enjoys watching her struggle. Also, with her weight on her hands, she isn't accidentally brushing her breasts against the table.

"Lucifer, please," she whines, looking over at him. She's been waiting so long...

"Waiting a minute or two won't kill you," he chides as he gets up to walk over to her. True to her expectations, chains are attached to the cuffs on her ankles to keep her legs spread just that little bit too much to be comfortable.

The chain for the cuffs on her wrists being attached to keep her hands behind her soon follows, followed in turn by a chain attached to her collar to keep her head within a foot of the surface of the table.

Lucifer steps back to enjoy the sight, sending her an image of what he sees; her ready and waiting for him.

It may not be comfortable to be spread wide and off-balance, presented like that for his pleasure, but the familiarity was almost soothing on a different level. Both archangels regularly used this to show their dominance, their strength over her.

Still, the image makes her moan, another flush of heat spilling though her, and she does her best to picture what she looks like after he's had her, the collar chain keeping her from sliding too far when her knees try to buckle and dripping from both entrances. He'd shown it to her often enough that she could get most of the details, she thinks.

"In due time," Lucifer says out loud in response to the image in her head. Then he steps up behind her, running his finger around her entrance and dipping it inside her to test and tease her.

He's well aware she's more than ready to be fucked but he's going to take his time. Make her even more eager for it, perhaps even to the point of begging for it.

Claudia tries to rock back onto that teasing touch, trying to urge him for more, to date her hunger so she can be able to work, creating whatever he wanted. "Need you, please..."

He just lightens his touch, making it fainter as he evaluates how much she wants it. He also feeds images into her head.

Images of her on her knees in front of him, sucking on his cock with her hands still restrained behind her and with nipple clamps. A more vivid version of the image she painted for him. Her on his bed, still in restraints with legs spread wide for him. A dozen other images.

This session was just as much about what he could do to her mentally as physically.

Claudia whimpers as he withdraws, trying to get more, even just a little, aching for it. It's been like her whole body is on fire with needs, and he was the chill wind that could cool her burning skin, fill the aching voids inside her. She didn't care how, or what he did in what order, she just needed him, needed to be his. "Lucifer...."

Just the ideas of him taking her, making her com for him, using her on every surface, in every way. The images are filled that that undercurrent that he will take what he wants however he wants it and as often as he chooses, something that has her tightening around him, wet and eager and hungry for more. Chained, flogged, fucked in every way possible, filled with toys that only stimulate without that forbidden release, it makes her close her eyes, as if it could was even possible to not see what he's sending her.

"Yes?" he asks, finger lightly tracing around her rear entrance now, teasing her need for him in that fashion for the past month. She's not going to be getting him there, though. Not yet. Not until he's otherwise had her.

She can't think, can only try to move into his hand, needing him, drawing her lower lip between her teeth as she tries to stifle the sounds he's drawing from her, only stopping when she tastes blood. "Need you so bad..." she tells him, voice quavering. "Please, take me, I'm yours...any way you want..."

"Yes. You are," Lucifer agrees, still teasing her by letting his finger circle around her rear entrance, almost pressing in once or twice before withdrawing entirely.

It's only a moment before his clothes are gone and he's slowly pressing his way in her, letting her feel every inch of him. Once in, he gives her only a short time to adjust before his hips are snapping forwards, hitting her g-spot unerringly as he pounds into her hard and deep.

She didn't even need to adjust, her body so ready to be fucked it hurt, and just the feel of his flawless precision has her seeing stars, every pounding thrust punctuated with moans and pleading for him to keep going, take her, harder, deeper. Claudia nearly came from that alone, but slams up against that mental barrier, leaving her almost frantic with need.

Lucifer keeps his hips snapping forwards, driving himself in hard and deep as he listens to her. He may let her come when he does. Although it's rather tempting to make her wait until he's done with her, at which point, she'll be beyond frantic for it. Desperate, more like.