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The stage lights of the Mayan cut swaths through the darkness of the club. Spotlights focused on the center of the stage where he stood, tall and imposing in his Devilish glory. Amenadiel and Maze stood point on each side of him, protecting and supporting. Around all of them, hanging off the stage and laying haphazardly on the club floor were the bodies of formerly possessed humans. All she saw was him, the Devil. The King of Hell. His face and upper body were ravaged, red and scarred. Lifetimes of pain and suffering etched in every line. Behind all that, she saw the beauty and grace of the man. Gently, she touched his face, caressing, exploring.
The fires of Hell burned in his eyes, questioning and uncertain. “Detective?” his voice rumbled, deep and inhuman.
“Lucifer.” She dragged her fingertips down his chest and stomach.
Everyone around them, dead and alive, vanished, leaving just her, the Devil, and the altar.
He reached for her, one clawed hand pulling her hair free from her ponytail then dragging a talon along her jaw and under her chin, angling her face up toward his.
“Incredible.”
“Kiss me,” she demanded quietly, gripping the waistband of his trousers and pulling him toward her.
“Gladly, my Queen.”
The Devil pushed her to the stone edge of the altar as he crashed his lips to hers. He leaned into her, bowing her backwards over the altar. The bite of the stone along her back was a counterpoint to the heat of his ravaged lips against her skin, pain and pleasure mixing and winding through her.
He wrapped his large hands under her upper legs and picked her up, dragging her along every devilish inch of him. Heat ignited anew through her as he deposited her on top of the altar and stood between her legs like a high priest preparing to worship. Lucifer caressed her body, alternating running the pads of his fingers with the edges of his claws. The sensation pricked fireworks across her body. She squirmed, seeking more, digging her heels into the back of his ass and pulling him closer.
Lucifer growled, his eyes burning with lust and sin. Deftly, he slipped his talons under the hem of her shirt and ripped the fabric. Her shirt burned away to ash, exposing her pale skin to the chilled air of the room. Her chest heaved, blood pumping in excitement. Fire licked the edges of her bra as his tongue flicked the lace. Chloe arched her back, pressing her hips to his, her need becoming more urgent.
Finally, he cupped her, pushing the heel of his hand against her cunt. His claws scratched the stiff material of her jeans.
She cried out his name, desperate, seeking more. “Lucifer, please.”
“Detective?”
Chloe’s eyes flew open. The black polished ceiling of Lucifer’s bedroom stared back at her. Silk sheets were tangled around her feet and her hand was in her lace panties, her fingers damp mid-stroke. Her cunt throbbed, aching for release.
“And just what were you dreaming about, darling?” Amusement from his voice curled around her.
She turned her head toward him. Lucifer was laying on his side on the bed, facing her, with his head propped up on his elbow. The moonlight cut a swath of light through his bedroom windows, caressing his face in its silvery embrace. He watched her with wicked interest, his gaze flicking from her face to her hand that was still in her panties.
“I was tempted to join in, but I was enjoying the show too much,” he added.
Chloe looked down as her face flamed in embarrassment, the remnants of her dream dissipating like smoke while the wanton desire continued to burn through her body. His other hand was in his pajama bottoms stroking himself languidly. The moonlight flowed across the black silk like water.
“I—uh,” she stuttered, staring at Lucifer’s hand.
The loose fabric of his pajama bottoms did absolutely nothing to disguise his erection, nor was he doing anything to hide it. His grin was full of mischief as he continued to touch himself unabashed.
“You were calling out my name. Were you dreaming about me, Detective?” he asked, his voice like sin dressed in velvet.
She licked her lips as she continued to watch him touch himself. Unbidden, her hand mirrored his, stroking herself again, dipping into her wet flesh. Her thighs clenched as a moan slipped out. “I—yes,” she finally admitted, her voice rough and raw.
“Nothing to be embarrassed over, Detective,” he husked. “I dream about you all the time.”
Chloe closed her eyes and immediately her hand was replaced with his clawed one, touching and stroking. The tip of one talon scraping delicately along heated flesh. His red, ruined face, hovering over her, his powerful body against hers.
Startled, her eyes snapped open. What the hell was that? The shock was like being dunked in a tub full of ice. The fire in her veins dampened instantly and she pulled her hand out of her panties. Dreams were one thing, but now a waking fantasy about him in his other form? The form he hated the most?
There was absolutely nothing lacking in their sex life. Lucifer was a considerate and passionate lover. Any desire she had, he made come true, and she tried to do the same for him. He could make love to her so sweetly and tenderly that it made her heart clench with the depths of her love for him. On the flip side, he could take her with such raw and powerful intensity that it often left her breathless and unable to walk straight for several days. And yet, this—this new fantasy of hers simmered beneath the surface, waiting to be explored, waiting to be claimed.
He thought of himself in that form as a monster, horrifying and repellent, nothing anyone would desire. How could she convince him that she wanted him like that? And could he want it too, not just because she did? To be desired in all his forms? To be fully accepted in all his parts?
“What were we doing in your dream? Can a Devil take a guess?” Lucifer teased, as he slid closer to her.
“Uh, um, I,” she stammered.
How could she explain this to him? He rarely brought out his more devilish side unless it would help them with a case, and then it was just his eyes. Despite her acceptance of all of him, angelic and Devil, he still hesitated to show that part of himself unless absolutely necessary. The fear of being rejected or scaring her was too strong for him to get over easily, no matter how many times she reassured him. It would take more than a few years of her accepting all of him to counter millennia of rejection.
Ironically, the one thing he fought the most, his wings, were the easiest for him to come to terms with. He didn’t have any issues in unfurling in front of her anymore. Especially not after they discovered how the additional limbs opened up new positions and angles during sex. But the Devil? The Monster? Not so much.
“Detective?” he prompted, his voice turning uncertain as his smile slipped into a concerned frown.
No, that would not do. He didn’t do anything wrong.
“Come here,” Chloe whispered as she pulled him on top of her. “You can join me now.”
The weight of his body was reassuring, the soft hardness, the planes and angles she knew so well. She kissed along his jaw, enjoying the tickle of his stubble along her lips as her hands explored the smooth expanse of his back. This was home. He was home. Man or angel or Devil. Didn’t matter. He was her home.
Dreams of the Devil were forgotten as silk and lace were discarded. Their bodies came together, speaking the language they both knew so well. Cries of ecstasy were soon to follow until both were well sated, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs limned in moonlight.
The music at Lux throbbed through the walls as Chloe dodged club patrons and stepped into the elevator. As the car rose and the noise from the club faded, anticipation and nerves reverberated through her, surrounding her. Her stomach clenched. She hadn’t had a chance to talk to Lucifer about her Devil fantasies. Okay, so maybe she’d had a few chances to broach the subject, but she kept chickening out. She wasn’t sure how to bring it up knowing how he felt about that part of himself.
As the doors parted to the penthouse, she was presented with a vexed Devil. He was standing facing the balcony doors, gesturing angrily with one hand while the other held his phone to his ear. His body was stiff, his back straight in his irritation. His posture pulled the midnight black fabric of his suit jacket tight across his shoulders. Every rigid movement he made highlighted the coiled power under the wool and silk.
Lucifer was too engrossed in his conversation to notice her arrival. Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly walked into the penthouse and set her purse down on the coffee table. Since it appeared that his conversation would be a few minutes, she went to the bar and helped herself to the bottle of wine Lucifer had set out for her. One of her favorite varieties. Glass in hand, she settled on the couch to unwind and watch the fireworks. Lucifer all riled up was a sight to behold. Tonight was no different.
“All I hear are excuses. I don’t care how much it costs to get that shipment here. I pay you far too well for this level of incompetence,” he seethed into his phone. “Get it here, on time, and undamaged.” He disconnected the call and shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned toward the interior of the room. His eyes were burning red; his temper pushed to the limit of his self-control.
Her pulse skyrocketed, a bolt of hunger sliding down her belly, and she nearly dropped her glass of wine. Those eyes were her undoing. She shifted in her seat and set the drink down on the table as she tried to compose herself.
“Detective! I didn’t hear you arrive.” His face lit up and the flames banked in an instant, his eyes returning to the brown she knew so well in the handsome face she loved so much. The tension left his body as he smiled at her warmly.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” Chloe said as she rose to greet him.
Lucifer caressed her cheek and kissed her gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. She slipped her arms underneath his suit jacket and pulled him close, enjoying the solid warmth of his body.
“You could never disturb me, love,” he murmured as he rested his forehead against hers.
“Supplier problems for Lux?” she surmised.
Lucifer sighed. “Yes, but it is taken care of. I pay Enrique far too much money for him not to fix a shipment delay. If he knows what’s good for him, that is.”
His eyes flashed again, just a moment, but the sight was enough. She gasped softly, her pulse racing. Hunger gnawed, undeniable and determined, low in her belly.
He immediately noticed the change in her demeanor. “Detective?”
Chloe, unable to meet his eyes, focused on one of his shirt buttons. How could she bring it up without making him uncomfortable or upset?
“Chloe, what is it?” he asked, concern lacing his words. He rested his hands on her hips, rubbing his thumbs soothingly in circles.
She forced herself to make eye contact. “Do it again.” The command was hushed but firm.
His brow furrowed. “Do what again?”
“Your eyes. Show me your eyes.”
He studied her for a moment before realization struck. “Do…do you, do you like my eyes, Detective?” His expression was a mix of shock and disbelief.
She nodded, desire stealing her words. Her body hummed with anticipation.
With an aching slowness, almost coy, the brown of his eyes melted into the burning red and orange fires of Hell. She had witnessed his hellfire eyes many times before, but this was different. This wasn’t a passing glance meant for someone else, done in anger. This was close and intensely personal, intentional.
She was laid bare, his gaze scorched her soul to the quick, leaving nothing unscathed. All of her ugly bits for him to see, nothing hidden, but the knowledge of being seen by him without fear. She should have known he would be the one person who would truly see her. It was the most intimate, raw, and provocative feeling she had ever felt.
And she wanted more. So much more.
Chloe cupped his face with both hands, running her thumbs gently across his cheekbones. “Lucifer, show me all of you.”
Time seemed to stop as he stared at her. He finally choked out, “All?”
“All,” she confirmed. “I’m not afraid. But only if you want to. Lucifer, this isn’t just about me. I won’t ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”
“I never believed you could ever want me like this,” he murmured, stunned. “It’s monstrous. I’m monstrous.”
She doesn’t try to refute him or argue. “When I told you that I accepted all of you that night, I meant it. Let me prove it.”
His chin trembled as he stared at her in awe, his searing eyes shining. She held his gaze, sending all the love and acceptance and desire she could through. She loved all of him, man, angel, and Devil. She had been loved by the man. She had been worshiped by the angel. Now, she wanted to be wrecked by the Devil.
The perfectly smooth skin changed under her fingertips, melting into something thick and rough, nearly too hot to touch. His meticulously coiffed dark brown hair burned away to a molten and discolored scalp. She gently mapped out the craters and pockets, the scarred strips of flesh over muscle, running a hand over his head, over the ridges and pitted places. Though changed as the Devil, his face was emotive, just different. He was perplexed and uncertain.
She would erase that uncertainty. Chloe brought her mouth to his in a careful kiss. His lips were chapped and cracked, but it was still him, still his mouth molded to hers. He was like a man, or a Devil, on fire. Lucifer groaned, and crushed his lips to hers, burying a hand in her hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding along hers. His other hand slid down from her hip and grabbed her ass, pressing her close to him. His arousal tented the fine wool of his trousers. The desire that had been coiling low in her belly ignited along every inch of her body. Every breath, every touch sent shivers down her spine.
What would his scarred and burnt face feel like between her legs, his nimble tongue dancing along her parted lips, the heat of his flesh searing her skin? Of other parts of him plunging inside of her, claiming her. Of him covering her, surrounding her.
He finally broke away, both of them breathless. Her lips were kiss-swollen, her mind dizzy with want. The fire in his eyes deepened but did not abate. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, trembling, but he caught her hands in his, bringing them to his lips. The dry skin scratched the tops of her fingers, but did nothing to hinder what she wanted. Lucifer, rotating his hold, kissed her palms reverently.
“You are truly incredible, Detective,” he murmured, lowering their joined hands but not letting go.
With a final squeeze, he released her hands and took a few steps back toward the middle of the room. She attempted to follow, to chase, but he held a palm out to stop her as he continued to step backwards until he was in the middle of the room.The glow from behind the bar created shadows along the ruined destruction of his face, painting his appearance in eerie light.
Lucifer undressed quickly. The leather of his belt hissed like a snake as it slid through his belt loops. The metal buckle clanged sharply as it struck the marble floor. The expensive fabric of his jacket fell to the floor like a cheap rag. His hands shook as he removed his cufflinks and slipped them into the pocket of his trousers. He steadied his hands as he untucked his shirt and undid the buttons, exposing his smooth torso to the cool air of the room.
Chloe looked along his collarbones with curiosity where his angelic skin transformed into his Devilish flesh. The transition was smooth, his normal skin reddening and thickening the closer to his neck it got, the texture roughening until it became the scarred destruction of the Devil’s face.
His crisp, white shirt fluttered to the floor like a flag signaling surrender. Left only in his trousers, he finally looked up at her, his expression conflicted.
She smiled with encouragement and anticipation. “All of you.”
Acknowledging that with a nod of his own, he undid the button and zipper of his trousers in one smooth, well-practiced motion. With a little shove, the fabric slid over his narrow hips and down his lean legs, joining the rest of his clothing on the floor. Lucifer stepped out of his trousers, shedding the last part of his armor, like a knight home from battle. Finally, fully undressed and disarmed, he allowed the rest of the Devil to come forward. His perfect, unblemished skin changed, molting into something horrific and monstrous, but beautiful in its carnage.
Lucifer was naturally tall, but in his full Devil form, he was at least another foot taller. His chest was broader, his body thicker. Chloe could still see him in the shape of his face, in the lines of his body, in how he carried himself. The skin of the Devil was not soft and smooth, but pockmarked and pitted, melted in places, a reminder from where he’d burned in the Lake of Fire. Sinews and tendons were exposed, parts of his skeleton prominent with spikes and spurs protruding. His long pianist fingers that knew how to bring her to the heights of pleasure became gnarled ending with sharp yellowing talons. His cock, generous in his angelic form, was more so now. His cock stood erect, thick and heavy, red and fierce looking.
Trepidation trickled down her spine as she envisioned where all of that would fit. How deeply and thoroughly he would fill her. Fuck. Her dreams of the Devil had nothing on the reality of the real thing standing before her. Reality was so, so much better.
“Look at you,” she whispered in awe as she kicked her shoes off to the side.
“You find this appealing?” he scoffed as he gesticulated down his body with disgust. “Did you injure your head on the way here, Detective?”
She stopped when she was within a foot of him. The heat of his flesh radiated out from his body. It was like she could feel his soul. She regarded him, knowing how sensitive a subject his Devil visage was to him. “I find every part of you beautiful, Lucifer. You are stunning in every way. It’s easy to see how handsome you are in your human form, but how could one not see the beauty in your body like this?” Chloe explored his chest with one hand, drifting over his skin. He was hot, not quite scorching. The touch made her body burn anew, a wave of heat traveled from where her hands touched him to the very tips of her toes.“Of the crests and valleys, of the spikes and bone, all the visceral bits of your body to be explored?”
Chloe circled him, his burning eyes followed her movements, but he did not speak further as she continued. “You see something to be ashamed of, of something grotesque. I see something to be proud of. I see a man who survived. Each cut, each scar, each scrap of flesh. Its power, your power. And it’s beautiful to behold.” Her body thrummed with want, the feeling so strong she could hardly breathe. A full circle completed, he stayed quiet, but his body spoke for him, his cock twitching.
“Can I touch you?”
He nodded, his form held too still.
Her touch slid down the ridges of his stomach, down the harshly muscled angle of his hips, and wrapped around him. There was a noticeable gap between her fingertips. Her own flesh slickened in response, her abdomen contracting and her nipples hardening in anticipation.
Lucifer’s breath caught in a soft gasp as his hands closed into fists. “Detective,” he rasped. “Chloe.” The deep resonance of his voice like that was visceral. There was a low frequency hum when he spoke, a vibration that she felt in her bones. Hearing him speak her name was the most intoxicating drug and she was an addict. She wanted to hear him cry out her name in ecstasy, his voice rumbling like thunder across her body.
“My Devil,” she murmured as she slowly stroked him, acquainting herself with the differences in his Devilish body. “Ask me what I desire, Lucifer.”
His brow, heavy and hairless, furrowed in confusion. “It doesn’t work on—”
“Just ask me,” she insisted.
“My love, what do you desire most in this world?”
Her lips curved into a sultry smile as she kept one hand stroking his cock. She slipped her other hand to her blouse as she worked the buttons open. “I want you to wreck me.”
Lucifer’s eyes widened, all doubt erased from him, the flames burning brighter until they were almost incandescent. Chloe felt his groan more than heard it, a deep rumbling through his body to hers. Lucifer crushed his mouth on hers, her hair fisted in his gnarled hand, as he herded her backward and pressed her along the piano.
The lacquered piano lid didn’t bite into her back the way the stone altar of the Mayan did in her dream, but being bent backward by the real Devil was better. The heat of his body was burning through the thin fabric of her clothing. She wanted that heat to be everywhere. She wanted to be immolated by him.
His tongue sought and caressed her as he kissed her within an inch of her life. The talons on his hands gently scratched the surface of her scalp as they combed through her hair. Goosebumps broke out down her arms. Her clothing was too confining. She needed out of them right now. She needed to feel his body against hers, inside hers. Chloe’s fingers fumbled in their urgency over the last few buttons of her blouse.
“Allow me,” the Devil offered, his voice washing over her, his lips brushing hers.
With a smile full of sin, Lucifer dragged the back of his talons down her neck, down along where her blouse was parted, before flipping his hand over to hook a talon along where the fabric sides were still joined.
“I hope you aren’t too attached to this shirt, Detective. If you are, I will happily replace it.”
“What—”
Chloe’s question was cut off as his talons made fast work of the rest of her buttons, plinking along the floor where they fell. She laughed as she pushed off the piano enough to shimmy out of her shirt, leaving it balled up on top of the piano. Her bullet necklace gleamed in the light where the pendant dangled on her chest.
“Exquisite,” Lucifer murmured as he cupped her lace-covered breasts, running the pads of his thumbs across her peaked nipples.
“I was thinking the same thing,” she whispered hoarsely as she ran her hands across the tops of his shoulders and back, feeling the bumps and spikes where smooth skin used to be. His ruined skin was foreign and familiar at the same time. Just as she knew every inch of his other form, she wanted to chart out every bit of this body with hers.
He blazed a trail of kisses down her neck and chest as he continued to caress her breasts. The dryness of his cracked lips only heightened the sensations as they pricked along her skin. His tongue was like fire, stoking an inferno inside of her as he continued to work his way down her body. As he neared her waist, he dropped to his knees and brought his hands with him, dragging them down her sides to her hips.
“I need to feel you. Rip them off of me, I don’t care,” Chloe begged as she fussed with the button on her jeans. Her whole body was humming with want. She felt like she was about to combust.
Lucifer chuckled as he kissed her low on her belly. “Eager are we?”
The muscles of her abdomen twitched as she clenched her thighs together, the friction a far cry from what she wanted. Finally, she got the button undone and immediately ripped the zipper down. She could not get out of these confining jeans fast enough.
“Lucifer,” she whined. “Please.”
He chuckled again, grabbing the sides of her jeans and yanking them down. The sharp rip of denim accompanied his enthusiasm as his claws tore through the thick fabric.
“Hmm, I feel a bit like Wolverine here,” he mused as he detangled his hands from her jeans where they were crumpled at her feet. “I’ll replace those, Detective.”
“I don’t give a fuck about my jeans, Lucifer.” Chloe kicked her jeans under the piano. He was so strong he could rend denim from her body without trying. All that strength, all that power, and he was all hers.
“What a filthy mouth you have, Detective,” Lucifer cooed as he ran his claws up her legs.
“Maybe you should put something in my mouth if it bothers you,” she countered, leaning against the piano again, pushing her hips toward him.
“There is something I’d rather have my mouth on first, and see how many filthy things I can make you say,” he purred, running his nose up the inside of her leg, until he brushed the edge of her panties. “Bloody hell, you smell divine.”
With his increased height, even kneeling, he still had to bend over to keep his face at the apex of her thighs. His hot breaths spilled across her soaked panties. As he began nipping along the edge of the lace covering her, she grasped the spikes that jutted from the ends of his shoulders, desperate to touch him, to feel him. This was infinitely better than her dream of his love handles. She tentatively tugged on his spikes to pull him close. Oh yes, this would provide excellent leverage.
Lucifer’s tongue jutted out to lick her through her lace. “You taste even sweeter than before,” he groaned.
The inhuman guttural sub-tonal vibrations of his voice that close to his skin made her shudder. What would it feel like when he spoke with his mouth on her without any barriers, his tongue inside her? Chloe tugged on his shoulder spikes harder. “Lucifer,” she implored. “I need you.”
“Keep holding onto me,” he growled as he slipped his hands under her and lifted until she was sitting on top of the piano. The cold temperature of the surface seeped through the thin lace of her panties, a sharp contrast to her overheated skin. He didn’t waste any time before he hooked his claws in the lace and shredded them like tissue paper. Wisps of fabric floated around her, settling underneath her.
She let go of his shoulder spikes as he stood at his full commanding height. He towered above her in his full beautiful Devilish glory. Lucifer stepped between her legs, nudging her knees further apart to make room as he pulled her closer to the edge. They both gasped as the head of his engorged cock rubbed her slick flesh.
“Your height like this has some distinct advantages,” she purred, stroking him as she pulled his head down to kiss him.
“Yes, it absolutely does,” he agreed, moaning at her touch. “And we are just getting started.” He sank to his knees a second time, pulling her legs onto his shoulders carefully making sure to avoid the spurs. With his added height, the top of the piano was chest level to him when he knelt, putting her cunt in the perfect position for Lucifer to feast.
She watched him as her body buzzed with anticipation. Finally, the Devil was between her thighs just as she’d fantasized. Her fingers caressed the side of his head, running her touch along the shell of his ear. Her neatly trimmed blonde hair was damp with her desire. He nuzzled her, running his nose along her wetness.
“Magnificent,” he murmured, looking up. The red, angry skin of his nose was now also glistening with her. His eyes blazed anew, the fires throbbing with the beat of his heart.
He narrowed his attention to her cunt, kissing along each side of her upper thighs, mere inches from where she wanted him the most. The familiar scratch of his beard was gone, replaced now with the rough and pocked texture of his jaw and cheeks. The change in sensation was exciting. Lucifer slowly kissed and nipped his way closer to her center. Too slow for Chloe. She squirmed, trying to get his face where she wanted it the most. Lucifer chuckled and wrapped an arm around her to hold her in place.
“Patience, Detective,” he rumbled.
“Lucifer, please. Please, for the love of—of…of fuck, please, fuck me.”
He grinned and finally put his mouth on her. He drew his tongue along her folds, curling it around her bundle of nerves and laving in rhythmic motions with alternating pressure. She gasped, pleasure rippling through her body. She slipped a hand into the cup of her bra and rolled her nipple between her fingers and moaned. His long nose rubbed her clit as he plunged his tongue inside of her. She arched her back, pushing her hips toward him, and had to fight the urge to grind. She braced herself with one arm behind her before she fell back onto the piano top. She didn’t think Lucifer would mind, but she also wanted to watch Lucifer—no, the Devil eat her out.
His tongue was no different in this form, but the man was incredibly talented in the oral arts. The scorching heat of his flesh made everything feel that much more, the border of where pleasure and pain reside. Every nerve in her body was on end. With how keyed up she was, it would not take her long to come. Especially if he kept sucking and licking the way he was. The wet, filthy noises he was making was only adding to her arousal.
“Fuck, Lucifer, just like that!” she cried out when he curled his tongue, bringing it back up to her clit. Fresh arousal flew like lightening up her body. “Fucking hell!” Her belly contracted in earnest as the spiraling waves of pleasure increased.
He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, sending her to the stratosphere. She locked her ankles behind his head and ground against his face desperately. He was immortal. He didn’t need to breathe like a human man did and she was going to take every advantage of that. She was right there on the cusp. If he stopped to breathe, she’d lose it and jump off the balcony in frustration.
“That’s it! Fu-fuck!” she exclaimed, her voice rising. “Oh, Gah! Just like that! Oh, Lucifer! Oh!”
He moaned, a deep, obscene sound that traveled through her from all the places they were touching. His encouragement was the final push she needed. The overwhelming pressure broke like a tidal wave and she cried his name loud enough to make the piano strings under her hum in sympathetic resonance. Her thighs scraped the scarred and ruined parts of his head as her body spasmed, adding another dimension of sensation to the rolling waves of her pleasure.
Lucifer continued to lap gently at her as she came down from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had from oral. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her breath came in ragged gasps. Feeling boneless, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and relaxed the death grip her thighs had on Lucifer’s head.
He pulled back far enough to be able to look up at her with the biggest grin she had ever seen, licking his lips with gusto. The juxtaposition of his red, scarred disaster of a face plastered with happiness, love, and lust radiating from him was striking. His face was coated, liberally, with her. She’d be embarrassed about how much she came if it wasn’t obvious how much Lucifer clearly enjoyed it. Mindful of his shoulder spikes, Chloe carefully slid her legs off his shoulders as he wiped his face off with relish.
She watched him meticulously clean himself, sucking her moisture off with each finger, groaning with satisfaction.
“Bloody hell, darling,” he said as he wiped the last of her from his chin and licked it off his thumb. “I will never get tired of how you taste.”
Hearing his words and watching him so thoroughly enjoy himself did something to her. She’d just had an intense orgasm and was already feeling the stirrings for more, that nervous fluttery sensation in her belly. If she carried on this much just from oral, how much noise was she going to make once she finally had him inside her? There was something about the Devil that brought out the dirty side in Chloe.
She pulled his face up to hers and kissed him hungrily. She could taste herself on his tongue and smell herself on his skin. It was alluring, but something was missing.
“That was amazing,” she murmured. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Your turn?” Lucifer asked as he stood and wrapped his hands around her waist to help her down off the piano.
Chloe dragged her hand down his body as her feet touched the floor, letting her fingers go where they would, following the chaotic shape of his body. She rolled her eyes at him affectionately as her hands landed on his quite still erect cock, palming his generous head, pushing the foreskin down, and spreading the pre-cum around. “I’m sure you’d like some relief for this, wouldn’t you?”
“Tonight isn’t about me, Detective,” he gasped, rutting his hips lightly into her hands despite his words.
“It’s about both of us, Lucifer,” she countered and gave him a squeeze before letting him go. “And, now, I want your cock in my mouth.”
Lucifer’s erection jumped in agreement, as did the flames in his eyes.
“Looks like Little Red agrees,” she commented with a smirk, pursing her lips in amusement.
“Little Red?” Lucifer sputtered, incredulous.
“Well, I can’t exactly call him Big Red, now can I?” Chloe teased. “That’s you.” She turned and walked toward his bedroom, reaching behind her to unhook her bra as she went. “Coming?” she called over her shoulder as she flung her bra at him.
He caught it easily, staring at her in what she assumed was his mind blue-screening and rebooting. “I, uh. Right. Um. Coming, Detective.” Lucifer dropped her bra on the piano and made rapid strides to follow Chloe.
“You will be,” she purred suggestively over her shoulder, then squeaked, her eyes widening when she saw how fast Lucifer had closed the gap between them. She let out a peal of laughter when he easily scooped her up and spun around with her in his arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, nipping at her lips. She tilted her head, exposing the long line of her neck as he scorched a trail down from her jaw.
“Waiting for you,” Chloe breathed, her eyes bright. His cock bumped her ass as Lucifer moved. A fresh wave of arousal filled her, settling low in her body. She still wanted Lucifer’s dick in her mouth first, but she couldn’t wait to feel his burning flesh inside of her.
“Let’s not wait any longer, then shall we?” he murmured as he carried her up the few steps into his dark bedroom.
Chloe cupped his cheek and rubbed her thumb across the rough terrain found there. “Let’s not,” she agreed.
The moonlight glowed through the sheer black curtains of Lucifer’s bedroom, gilding his black bedding with silver. He set her down on the bed with more gentleness than one would expect from such a large monstrosity of a being. Chloe leaned back on her elbows and studied him. She’d gotten a good look at him when he first transformed in the living room, but the moonlight made it seem like she was beholding him for the first time. The rush of excitement made her gasp.
“Fuck, you are magnificent,” Chloe breathed, desire bubbling up through her.
In the darkness of the room, the crimson fire of his eyes stood out like a beacon. The ever-burning embers of Hell summoning her to crash at his feet and pay homage to its ruler. Her gaze traced the lines of his infernal form, limned from the moonlight. Flayed skin, sinew, and muscle wrapped around bone, standing out in stark relief. His scarred musculature emphasized the v from his oblique and transverse muscles, leading her eyes downward. Her mouth went dry as she gazed at his cock. Even this part of him was not free of scars or blemishes. While still smoother than the rest of his infernal body, it still wore the signs of his Fall. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t changed irreparably.
Chloe licked her lips and flicked her gaze to Lucifer’s. He hadn’t moved during her appraisal of him, waiting for her to make the first move in case she changed her mind. Which, of course, was never going to happen. Not looking away, she grabbed a pillow and a towel off the bedside table, then slid off the bed.
Lucifer took a step back as she moved into his space, but she didn’t let him get far. She grabbed his wrist as she dropped the pillow and towel in front of him.
“Detective?” he rumbled, his head tilted to one side.
Lowering herself to her knees on the pillow, eyes still locked with Lucifer. She smirked when realization showed across his face.
“You really don’t have to do this, darling.”
“I know,” she replied, stroking his length languidly. She enjoyed hearing his sharp intake of breath at his touch. “But, I want to. I desire to. What do you desire, Lucifer?”
The effect of those words on him were not lost. He was never one to turn down oral, but she also knew he was uncertain in his Devil form, uncertain of what he could truly want and allow himself to want. His body clearly wanted it, but convincing his mind that it was okay—not only okay but encouraged—was something else. If she had to, she’d literally suck the doubt out of him. She was not lying when she said he was beautiful in every form. He wasn’t any less worthy of love as the Devil than he was as a man or angel.
“You,” he croaked, his misshapen hands balling into fists. “I want to feel your lips on my cock. I want to fuck your mouth while you touch yourself. I want to claim every inch of you, that everyone and everything in this universe knows that you are the Devil’s. I want you to scream my name while I’m buried deep inside you. I want to fill you to the hilt until you can’t take any more, and then push you beyond your limit until you shatter.”
Chloe shuddered. Her clit throbbed at his words. Her mind provided a very detailed, high resolution, 4k depiction of what Lucifer was telling her. From past experiences, she knew with absolute certainty he could and would deliver on every one of his promises.
And now it was time to start with the first of them.
“Sounds like a great plan,” she purred as she wiggled closer to him, running her hands up his legs.
Lucifer caressed her cheek, his talons lightly tracing her skin before he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. The heat of his skin seared a path across her face. “So beautiful.” Like before, the timber of his voice took on an inhuman quality, a subtonal burr that she felt in her bones. Her nipples hardened and her cunt dampened. Clenching her thighs didn’t do a thing to alleviate the need she had.
Staring at his erect cock within inches of her face, with his foreskin partially retracted, she couldn’t help but agree. Another benefit of his Devil form was the lack of hair from head to foot. Although Lucifer was a dedicated manscaper, being hairless as the Devil had some distinct advantages.
Gently she cupped his balls, massaging them as she licked a strip from his base to the tip. Lucifer’s breath caught and Chloe smiled to herself as she swirled her tongue along his head and down his shaft again, familiarizing herself with his increased girth. A deep, guttural moan rumbled out of Lucifer that made the windows shake in their frames. There was no way she’d be able to fit all of him in her mouth, but she was going to have fun trying.
Holding him by the base with one hand, she stroked him with her other hand, fully retracting his foreskin. A pearl of pre-cum appeared at the tip. Greedily, she licked it up and then slipped his entire head in her mouth, pushing in as much as she could before her gag reflex kicked in. He was quite a mouthful, firm and hot between her lips. What couldn’t fit, she fondled with her hand, leaving no part of his monster cock untouched.
She played with the textures of his scarred skin, running her tongue along the ridges and puckered areas. While using the tip of her tongue to tease, massage, and lave, she bobbed her head up and down, alternating pressure and suction in coordination with her hands.
“Fuck,” Lucifer hissed, tension visibly running up and down his body. “Bloody Hell, Chloe.”
Chloe began humming as she sucked and stroked him. There wasn’t a particular song in mind, just something to modulate the vibration of her voice. Pushing him, amping up his pleasure, until he lost control. During all of this, she continued to gently roll his balls in her hand, feeling as they tightened and relaxed as she worked him.
Lucifer reached down and gathered her hair in his hand, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. He didn’t force her head, merely followed her motions while holding her hair.
“Touch yourself, Chloe. Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth,” he ordered, as he gently tugged on her hair. At his assertive words, she was flooded with arousal. The skin between her thighs became slick with her need.
It was an incredible turn on anytime Lucifer actually told her exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t something he was used to doing. He had spent so many thousands upon thousands of years fulfilling other people’s desires without ever being asked what he desired. So anytime he expressed what he wanted and how he wanted it, she would do just about anything to make them come true.
She ran a hand down her body, trailing from her neck to her breasts, cupping and squeezing each one before sliding her palm down her belly to her waiting cunt. Every inch she traveled, she imagined it was his hands, his large gnarled and taloned hands exploring her body. Chloe spread her legs as she dipped her fingers into her folds. So wet. So hot. So good.
“Yes, just like that, Chloe. Good girl,” he rasped, pulling gently on her hair. “I–”
Chloe looked up at him, his dick in her mouth, her fingers in her cunt. His eyes blazed like an inferno and he roared. The tension of keeping his body still snapped like a rubber band and he thrust his cock into her mouth.
After that, the beast was unleashed. He guided her head with his hand as he fucked her mouth, sliding in and out with vigorous fervor. She kept her tongue loose, running it up and down his shaft while she relaxed her throat to avoid injuring either of them. Even so, the force he used flirted on the edge of painful. But, seeing him that far gone, that far aroused, turned her on more. The harder he fucked her mouth, the harder she fingered herself. She alternated between dipping two or sometimes three fingers inside while rubbing her clit with firm tight circles. Her fingers were better than nothing, but she ached to be filled by something more substantial to satisfy.
His balls were tightening as she rolled them back and forth in her other hand. She palmed their surface as she stretched her fingers behind them to his perineum. Once she found the right area, she firmly rubbed with two fingers in the same circular motion she was using on herself.
“Fuck!” Lucifer growled as his hips jerked hard, nearly choking her. His reaction was worth it. “Chloe, fuck! Keep doing that, love.”
Chloe grinned, or as much as she could with a mouthful of Devil cock, and kept up her ministrations of his perineum. Based on his reactions, Lucifer really liked sliding firm pressure front to back versus circular. The more she did that, the more erratic his thrusts became.
“Dec—” he choked out. “Chloe, I’m going,” he warned as he tried pulling back.
She wasn’t having any of that. Before he could fully pull out, she clamped both hands on his ass and dug her nails in, stopping him. Damn, she loved his ass.
Lucifer groaned. The sound was guttural and filthy, almost as obscene as the wet sounds he was making fucking her face. “What am I going to do with you?”
Chloe could think of a few things. Quite a few things. Many things.
She returned to stroking his perineum and felt his body go rigid as his muscles locked up the second before he came. His orgasm was loud, messy, and perfect. Thick streams shot out of his cock as his hips jerked out of rhythm. Cum quickly filled her mouth as Lucifer snarled in a language she didn’t understand but recognized as one he would occasionally speak with Maze. It was sharp and brutal, and was perfect for the creature standing before her.
She swallowed before she choked but some cum still escaped and dribbled down her chin. Chloe would never say she loved swallowing, but it wasn’t awful, and she was curious how different he would taste as the Devil. His spend was richer than it was normally, with a smoky aftertaste that she was not expecting. Considering his love of whiskey, it was rather fitting.
As he pulled out, more cum shot out. Thick, creamy ropes of his spend splattered across her chest, dripping between the valley of her breasts. Beads of cum hung off the tips of her nipples, trembling as she breathed. Chloe appreciated the fact that he did what he could to avoid getting any on her face. That was a no go for her in any form he was in.
She rocked back on her heels and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Her jaw was sore but it was tolerable, a pleasurable kind of ache. Not quite the same as the ache between her legs–that required a different kind of ministration. His cum was rapidly cooling on her skin. She grabbed the towel at her knees and quickly wiped off her chest before things got sticky. Once done, Chloe discarded the towel and watched Lucifer stroke himself as he came down from his orgasm. Her fingers found their way back to her wet cunt. Her strokes mirrored his long and languid ones, keeping her body abuzz.
Chloe was mesmerized. Lucifer’s form had more bones and structures than a human’s. He was breathing heavily, his chest expanding widely with each inhalation, wider than a human man would be able to do. The extra parts of his body served as another example of Lucifer’s inhuman nature, if the seven foot monster standing before her didn’t do it.
“Detective,” he breathed, his eyes glinting as he watched her touch herself. “You are insatiable.”
A thrill of pleasure shot through her as she leaned back further to give him a better view, pushing her fingers deeper inside her. Her hips rolled in time to her strokes.
“You did say you were walking heroin when we first met,” she replied archly. “And I find myself addicted.”
Lucifer grinned. “Hmm, as much as I enjoy watching you pleasure yourself, I find myself addicted to you as well.” He extended a hand down to her to help her up. “And I am far from being satiated. I need my fix.”
She slipped the hand she’d just had inside of her in his. His smile broadened to a filthy, sinful smirk as she stood. Lucifer locked his gaze with hers as he lifted her hand to his mouth and proceeded to lick and suck her fingers clean one at a time. Waves of desire shot through her body with each hot lick and indecent suck. Chloe rubbed her thighs together, desperate for friction.
“Incredible,” he husked, cradling her face in his hands once he was done. Leaning down, he kissed her gently before deepening it, sweeping his tongue into hers.
The taste of her on his tongue mingled with the taste of him on hers was a heady mix, smoke and musk. Chloe gripped his forearms tightly before dropping her hands to his chest, trailing down to his hips. Every time she touched him, she found something new to explore.
“Take me to bed, Satan,” she whispered, pulling him to her. “Ruin me for any one else in this life or the next.”
Lucifer growled as his eyes flashed. “Vixen.”
She hadn’t gotten far before he grabbed her around the waist and tossed her on the bed. Her shrieks of laughter bounced off the walls as she bounced across his mattress. Lucifer watched with interest, his eyes focused on her chest. Chloe knew he was a leg man, but he certainly loved her breasts too. Her giggles turned into a gasp when Lucifer pounced on her, landing lightly on his hands and knees boxing in her body. It was remarkable that a creature of his size could be so graceful and nimble.
“Wreck me with that monster cock of yours, Lucifer,” Chloe murmured, spreading her legs wantonly between his and running her hands across the wasted swathes of skin across his chest. Her body buzzed with the proximity of his. He was so big, not just his cock but everything about him. The heat of his body licked along her nerves. “My Devil. My own Devil. My beautiful monster. Don’t hold back.”
He rocked back on his knees, straddling her legs. “Chloe, I could kill you if I lose control.”
“I trust you.” Her words were the absolute truth. She knew he’d never hurt her, at least not in a way she didn’t want. “You know I can take a pounding.” She couldn’t resist the double entendre.
His head tilted to the side as he stared at her, the fires darkening. Was he not going to give her what she wanted? Her body was on edge, so close to what she craved. She wasn’t above begging. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d go mad. “Please,” she whined, one hand fondling a breast as the other slid down to her aching cunt.
“You never fail to keep me on my toes, Detective.”
He scooted further down the bed by her feet, and she was about to protest before he finally laid his hands on her. The palms of his hands scorched a path up her calves, his lips following close behind. She squirmed, giving a frustrated huff.
“Patience, my love,” he chuffed, one side of his mouth curving up.
“I need you,” she whimpered, reaching for him, dragging her hand along his scarred head.
“And you have me,” Lucifer countered as he moved up over her knees. This time he dragged his talons across her skin, not hard enough to cut or hurt, but enough to stimulate her nerves.
Fragments of her dream at the Mayan surfaced, how he used his talons to create fireworks. Now her dream was coming true, and reality was so much better. Warmth flooded across her skin anywhere he touched. It was like he was setting her body afire one inch at a time, one caress at a time. With every inch, her arousal got stronger, building and coiling inside of her.
Lucifer alternated between using the pads of his fingers and his talons as he got to the apex of her thighs, but never once stopping his worship of her with his lips. Chloe was not the only one affected. With every movement he made up her body, he bucked his hips, seeking friction like she was. He skimmed his palms across her stomach to her breasts while he kissed around her cunt, brushing his cracked lips along her sensitive skin then following that with laps from his tongue.
The second his hands touched her breasts, her back arched, pushing them more fully into his hands. He did not disappoint, cradling them in his palms and massaging them gently. Despite how distorted his hands looked, his palms remained smooth. They were still hot to the touch, as all of him was, but his palms were the most ‘human’ part of him.
She wanted to scream. He was so close to where she wanted him the most. Determined, Chloe rolled her hips and pushed his face into her waiting pussy. The moment his mouth touched her, she moaned loudly and clutched the bedding in her fists. The rough texture of his face kept stimulating her with every movement he made. Lucifer chuckled, the vibration sending more frissons of want along all of her nerve endings. He licked between her lips with relish, wasting no time at getting to work. At this rate it wouldn’t take her long to come. Her orgasm was just bubbling under the surface.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped. Finally. “Yes, Lucifer!”
The Devil didn’t need much encouragement. He double downed on feasting on her cunt, lavishing her flesh with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Chloe writhed on the bed, the sensations building upon themselves. Lucifer rolled the sensitive peaks of her breasts between his fingers, pulling gently on them. Then he did something unexpected. The needle sharp end of a claw scraped across each nipple. It was the right mix of pleasure and pain to send her over the edge, her orgasm slamming into her like a dam bursting. Chloe gasped, unable to speak as she shuddered. Lucifer moaned as she came, eagerly licking it up but being careful to not overstimulate her engorged clit.
No sooner had she come down from her second orgasm before Lucifer was working her up on another one. No other man had ever been able to play her body the way he could. What comparison was there? He was no man. He was the Devil and she wanted him everywhere. Inside, outside, all the in-between spaces. Lucifer shifted his position, pulling his face away from her with a wet squelch and replacing his mouth with the knuckles of his hand.
Frustration bubbled. “What the? What’s wrong, Lucifer?” she gasped, pushing up on her elbows. His knuckles were alright but his mouth and tongue were a lot better. Or something much bigger would be best.
“My apologies, darling,” he rasped, his face shone in the moonlight. He stuck two of his long fingers of his free hand in his mouth. An audible crunch was heard a moment later before he withdrew his fingers and turned his head to spit something out to the side. Lucifer waved his hand, showing where he had bitten off two of his claws. “I have been dying to finger you, love, but I couldn’t exactly put these in there, not without seriously hurting you. These are sharp, as your jeans can attest. I tried to smooth out the edges as much as possible, but I’ll still be careful.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. He just bit off his talons so he could finger fuck her. Now that was dedication.
“Now,” he purred, settling down between her legs again. “Where was I?”
He blew a gust of air across her clit making her hiss and squirm. The cool air against her hot skin was titillating. Before it could get truly uncomfortable, his mouth was on her, his tongue renewing its adoration of her clit as he slipped a finger inside of her. Feeling the scars and knobs of his gnarled finger as he moved it in and out was an unexpected surprise. She didn’t expect to notice as much of a difference but the additional level of stimulation was not unwanted.
“Gah, that feels amazing,” she moaned as she watched him. There was something incredibly hot watching the Devil finger fuck her, the fires in his eyes dancing. Something deliciously sinful and she wanted to burn.
“Bloody hell, you are so wet already. You won’t need much prep at all,” he murmured as he slipped another finger inside of her.
Chloe threw her head back, falling against the bed. He scissored his fingers, gently stretching her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Yeah, just like that, darling,” he cooed, as she writhed and moaned, clawing at her body, at his shoulders, anything she could touch.
He rutted against the bedding and her leg, then reached down to stroke himself. His groan rumbled out of him, barely loud enough to be heard, but deep enough to be felt.
“Lucifer, please,” she begged. “I need you.” She loved how he enjoyed drawing out the pleasure for each of them, but right now, she wanted—no, she needed to be fucked by her Devil, her Devilish monster.
His voice dipped low, the infernal subtones wrapping around her. “Your wish is my command.” Lucifer pulled his fingers out of her and crawled up her body, kissing and caressing. His tongue only temporarily cooled her skin before she began to burn again.
Chloe spread her legs wider to make room for his broad body. Her hands were everywhere, touching any part of him she could. This close and intimate, the ravages of the Fall were easier to see in the dim light. Each scar was like a snowflake, unique in design and texture. She peppered his chest with kisses, stroking the stripes of flesh with her fingertips. Chloe’s touch was gentle in the dips and valleys where skin gave way to flesh and sinew. No human man could exist like this, at least not without being in excruciating pain, but not the Devil. He was strong and powerful, a King. Despite her making him vulnerable by her presence, she didn’t want to cause him unwanted pain if she pressed too hard.
Seated in the cradle of her hips, Lucifer rested his upper body on an elbow as he gazed at her, running a free hand through her hair. She stared in the crimson fire of his eyes, at the pain and suffering behind the flames. Not of the denizens of Hell, but of the being before her, of the millennia he spent there against his will. But, that wasn’t all that she saw. Chloe cupped his cheek, running her thumb along his prominent cheekbone. Beneath all of that pain was a love so pure it was incandescent. It burned brighter than any of the fires of Hell could.
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
Lucifer cocked his head to the side with a puzzled smile. “I didn’t—”
“You didn’t have to. I can see it.”
As ravaged as he looked as the Devil, his expression softened. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.”
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, running her tongue along his lip. He responded in kind, opening his mouth to draw her in. The kiss turned more passionate, both of them groaning into each other’s mouths. Lucifer lightly splayed his hand across her neck, his thumb and forefinger on each side of the base of her jaw, pressing gently. The talon on his thumb grazed the back of her neck as his cock twitched against her leg.
She moaned, kissing him more fiercely. He knew just the right amount of pressure she liked.
Her hands settled on his lower belly, further exploring the carnage of his body. She discovered a hard ridge of overlapping scars that began like a Hellish happy trail leading downward to Lucifer’s thick erection. Her fingers walked down the Devil’s trail as it widened to meet the base of his cock. Her beautiful monster had a built in clit stimulator. She couldn’t wait to find out how it felt as he fucked her.
Chloe circled his cock tightly with her hand, stroking his length with the other.
He bucked his hips, moaning. “Fuck, Chloe.”
“That’s the idea.”
He chuckled as he adjusted his position to line himself up with her. The tip of his cock nudged her clit. “You’ll tell me if it becomes too much?”
“It won’t, but I promise,” she reassured him.
She craned her neck to watch as he pushed the head of his dick inside of her slowly. Even with the prep work Lucifer did with his fingers and multiple orgasms, they would need to take their time. He was significantly larger, longer and wider.
“Good?” he asked, watching her face carefully.
She nodded. “Yeah, keep going.”
Gently, he pushed into her further, pausing as he went to let her acclimate each time. It was erotic to watch his scarred flesh slowly push into her, being consumed by her body. The stretch of his inhuman cock inside felt incredible, a teasing underlying flicker of pain as her body was flooded with pleasure. His cock was red hot inside of her as her cunt wrapped around him like a glove.
“Fuck, you are so Dad-damned tight.”
They both breathed a sign of relief once he was fully sheathed inside of her. His cock stuffed her to the brim. It was a delicious, heady feeling. Her body thrummed, practically singing from the fullness.
A swath of moonlight shone on both of them, highlighting her pale, sun-kissed skin compared to his angry ruination.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, stroking her hair.
“Yes, we are,” Chloe agreed. “My Devil. My monster.”
Finally, he began to move, slowly at first with gentle, shallow strokes. He built up a rhythm, deepening his thrust and his speed as he went. The slickness of her flesh increased with each push and pull, her cunt clutching around him as he slid in and out. Chloe rolled her hips in time to his movement, grinding her clit into his ridge of scars. Her skin buzzed, every nerve alive and fizzing.
“Fuck, Lucifer. You feel so good,” she cried as she wrapped her arms around his chest and grabbed onto the spines along the back of his shoulders.
Everything she touched seared her skin. She burned everywhere their bodies touched, the exquisite flame of being utterly consumed and branded. His fire blazed deep inside her with every push, every thrust, every plunge of his infernal cock inside of her. Every time he slid home, that feeling of being stuffed returned. Filled with heat. Consumed by his flame. Sweat began to trickle down the back of her neck, under her breasts.
“Never felt like this before,” he rasped, rolling deeper inside her.
Chloe agreed. “Never. Only with you.”
She squeezed her muscles around him as he pulled back. His eyes flew open, the fires there stoked anew. “Minx.”
“Like that, did you?”
“You know I did,” Lucifer replied with a dirty smirk full of sin, and a bit of danger.
He sped up, each snap of his hips punctuated by a harsh and guttural string of words from Lucifer with her name sprinkled within. Chloe had no idea what he was saying, but she didn’t need to know. The context was pretty clear. Lucifer gripped her hip tightly as he pounded into her with his eyes closed. His balls slapped her ass with each drive, sending shots of electricity up her spine. It was rough and it was exactly what she wanted. She hoped there’d be a hand print bruise on her hip tomorrow, the Devil’s mark on her.
“Yes, just like that! Oh, fuck!” Her voice pitched higher the closer she came to her release.
Lucifer took the encouragement like a man—a Devil on a mission. He plied her over and over, his celestial stamina not letting up as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. He began grunting with his efforts, giving her exactly what she desired, filling her over and over. After one particularly deep thrust, her mind shorted out as she came suddenly and without warning. Her muscles spasmed and her body shuddered, every synapse firing at the same time. Chloe wailed something loudly but she had no recollection of what she was saying. She barely recognized her own voice as it reverberated across the room.
The Devil’s movements became jerky and out of rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. Chloe was still coming down the waves of hers when he thrust a final time and growled her name, cumming hard. His hips twitched as he came down, breathing hard. Lucifer rested his forehead on hers, sharing the same air as they panted. She was in a cloud of euphoria, every inch, every cell of her body blissed out. Chloe wanted to stay in this moment forever.
Chloe hissed as his cock twitched inside of her. She was feeling the affects already of being so thoroughly fucked. Lucifer carefully rolled on his side, pulling out of her at the same time. She immediately felt bereft, losing that full feeling, but knew she needed a human moment to recover. His erection glistened in the moonlight, erect and proud, ready to go for the next round.
She chuckled. “While my stamina has improved in the time we’ve been together, I will never match you.”
“Perhaps not, but it’s fun to try,” he teased with a wolfish grin.
He pulled her to him and peppered her jaw with open mouthed kisses. She tilted her neck and enjoyed his ministrations. Chloe still felt rather boneless and let Lucifer kiss and pet her, enjoying the feeling of his hands, lips, and talons. It didn’t take long before the familiar coils of desire began building low in her belly. Her hands fluttered across his chest, cupping his face, caressing his skull.
“So handsome,” she whispered, kissing along his clavicles. “All of you,” she continued, moving up his neck. “Every bit of you,” she finished, pressing her lips to his.
“Detective—” he started, choking on his words, momentarily overcome, blinking rapidly.
She didn’t answer except to take him in hand, stroking him firmly. Lucifer hissed, closing his eyes in pleasure. Chloe continued, now using both hands to squeeze and stroke at the same time. Lucifer grasped the back of her head and crushed his mouth to hers, immediately sweeping his tongue inside. Chloe rolled on her back, pulling him on top of her. This time, his weight was fully on her unlike before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with enthusiasm. While she couldn’t do this for a long period of time, there was something deeply satisfying having Lucifer’s body on top of hers. His heat, his weight, his presence surrounding her.
Lucifer cocked one of her legs on his hip and pushed inside of her. Chloe bit back a sharp gasp as he filled her again. Oh yes, she was absolutely going to be sore tomorrow and she didn’t care one bit. She wanted to be sore. She wanted to be claimed by the Devil.
Before Lucifer could settle into a new rhythm, he sat back on his knees and pulled her up with him still inside of her. One arm was wrapped around her waist and his other hand supported her back. She squealed over the sudden change but it quickly turned into cries of pleasure as he thrust up into her. The new position let him hit deeper as gravity pulled her down onto him. Wasting no time, Chloe planted her feet flat on the bed and grabbed his shoulder spikes. With each snap of his hips, she responded in kind using his own body as leverage as she drove herself down hard on his cock. The Devil Trail rubbed on her clit each time, spinning her to new heights.
Lucifer nuzzled her breasts, licking and sucking on them as she moved. He kept a firm but gentle grip on her waist but with the rock hard grip she had on his shoulders, she wasn’t going anywhere.
It had been only minutes since he last brought her to orgasm and the next one was spiraling up fast. She rocked hard on his cock, pushing her body to its limits. Lucifer was pushing her to the peak and beyond. Beyond the Heavens, beyond Earth. Beyond everything. Her heart thundered inside her chest, her breathing tight and focused as she fucked her monstrous Devil with everything she had.
“Fuck, Lucifer, I’m coming,” she shrieked. “Oh my fucking C—”
Chloe’s thighs slammed tight against his hips as her whole body locked up before the tidal waves of her orgasm hit her. The peak fell away as her vision went white. She swore she saw stars. She was aflame in the Heavens. At the same time, Lucifer arched his back and roared her name as he came, thundering into her bones. The windows rattled in their frames and the lights in his living room chandelier shattered, sparking one final time before going dark. His body rocked as he came down, wrecked beyond comprehension. Their panting was the only sound in the near complete darkness of the room. Even the moonlight dared not intrude on what had just occurred.
“Holy fuck,” she rasped, coming back to earth and slumping weakly against his chest, completely spent.
Breathing heavily, he nodded. “Indeed.”
“That was—”
“Yeah.”
Lucifer helped Chloe lay back down on the bed. She was fully awake but limp. She barely had enough energy left to hold her head up. Once she was situated, he rolled back onto the bed, back in his human form. Both were still breathing heavily.
“I never in my wildest dreams ever expected this. For you to want me like that. For it to be like that.”
“I want you in every way, Lucifer. Always,” she said, using the last of her energy to curl into his side and toss an arm across his stomach. She paused for a moment as her tired smile turned sultry. “And I have some other ideas for next time.”
Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up and he grinned in pleased surprise. “Is that so, Detective? What filthy carnal things do you have in mind to do to me?”
Chloe blushed. Despite everything they’d just experienced together, she couldn’t stop the heat from creeping across her cheeks. “A few things. Your Devil bod has so many possibilities. I will need to stretch first.”
That got his attention. He turned his face toward her fully. “Oh really? Don’t hold a Devil in suspense, darling. I may have an idea or two of my own.”
She cupped the side of his face, marveling at the difference between this face and his other, running her fingers across stubble where there’d been scars and ruin just minutes before. Chloe leaned over and kissed him, not deepening it, just a simple promise for later.
“I can’t wait to try them out with you.”