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 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.

The words that make it out are disjointed, barely making any kind of sense since she can't really think, her body on fire with his lovemaking, tears threatening as her body is overwhelmed. Fractured images of all the ways he's made her his cut through her, being left bruised and sometimes even bleeding as he marks her, giving her reminders of his complete ownership as Lucifer claimed her, after, when she learned to please him with her mouth, or with both of them. Always the tone is needing more, needing sex, needing that edge of violence, needing.

Claudia trembles with the need to come, and he is the only thing holding her in place, her head starting to drop towards the table until the movement of her breasts against the table, even through the bra she still wears has her screaming his name.

Lucifer is well aware of what's going on in her head, adding to the images and memories, making sure several of them involve Gabriel to reinforce her need and desire for his brother, even if she's sensibly afraid of him now, thanks to the consequences she suffered for angering him.

One of which has her screaming in pleasure even now. Lucifer lowers his head to bite down on the small portion of the back of her neck that isn't covered by her collar as his hips snap forwards a final time, filling her.

He'd been angry with her ever since she helped Lucifer collar him, but it had been acceptable until that last time, and even though her body is excited to be had by them both, shared at the same time, or passed back and forth until her mind and body are nearly wrecked by their endless stamina, her mind is both terrified and enraged by how he'd abused her. The hypocrisy of her stance when she would probably have never thought to question if Lucifer had done similar doesn't occur to her.

The bite on her neck has her arching back, her whole body tensing with reaction in the moment before he comes, ratcheting her own need for release even higher. No more words find their way out with her pleasure, past the ability to think or feel, crumbling under the weight of her needs and the inability to have them met completely.

One day, Lucifer may point out that she wouldn't have said a word if he was the one to manipulate her body the way his brother had, but today is not that day.

His hips start rolling forwards again almost as soon as he stops, his teeth still dug into neck. Tighten around me and move to meet my thrusts.

Perhaps it's that he managed to take away so much of her resistance to his orders long before he collared her and chained her to his will so tightly. So tightly that she can't even imagine doing anything but following that command in her mind, milking his cock with her actions.

She whines for him, a thin needy sound, wanting so badly she can't do anything else. It feels so good, and yet...she yearns for more, no longer even certain whether that more is her own release or to be further filled or something she hasn't yet imagined.

"Good girl," he murmurs, pulling out of her and placing the tip of his cock at her rear entrance before slowly pressing his way in. Once fully seated, he snaps his hips forwards hard. Time to fill her even further and make another portion of her urges happier at the same time.

Before the changes, Claudia would never have thought she'd want to be filled like this, but the murmured encouragement and Lucifer's body has her writhing against him, pushing back to help him as deep as he can go. A fine sheen of sweat covers her skin, frustrated sounds as she continues to be denied the release she so desperately needs along with his seed.

Lucifer's hips snap forwards fast and hard, driving himself into her. She'll get her orgasm when he gives her permission and not an instant before.

What do you think of my brother joining us when we're done here? He feeds her images of the both of them taking her at once or taking turns at a particular act. There's only one real right answer to his question.

Claudia keens at his suggestion, trembling with fear and anticipation. The archangels had utterly destroyed her on so many levels, and she can't think, can't even try to do anything but please Lucifer.

She didn't know if she ever wanted him to be done with her. Part of her hoped he never would.

I'll be calling him then. His hips snap forwards a final few times before he fills her again. She only gets to have him in place for a moment longer before he's stepping back and cleaning off with a thought.

Then Gabriel is appearing a moment later, looking at Claudia where she's bent over in restraints with his brother's come leaking out both lower openings to trickle down her legs. The sight would have enraged him once, but not anymore.

Then the restraints keeping Claudia in place are gone, leaving only the chain on her cuffs. "Claudia, go over to the bed," Lucifer instructs her.

Claudia whimpers at both his words in her mind and the way he leaves her, barely satisfied and still half-mad with desire. She can't quite walk normally the few steps to the bed, the hard usage having her making sounds and wishing her hands were free for a little balance.

At the bed, she hesitates a moment before sitting lightly on the edge, unable to really stay standing. It takes her a moment to fumble for words, but she manages. "How do you want me?"

Lucifer and Gabriel look at each other, discussing it non-verbally before both are looking at her again, the expression on Gabriel's face hungrier than on Lucifer's. "Seated in the middle where we can both play with you."