I just realized that this chapter was actually MA not just M rating. I'm deleted some sentences that had naughty words, and a few rather descriptive paragraphs. If you want the full version of this chapter and the uncensored versions of the future smutty chapters, find my account on archiveofourown as goodgirl_astray (next chapter is almost done)
Notes
The story fills in gaps with my headcannon.
I'm well aware that the show leaves gaps and unexplained stuff the size of Grand Canyon and they make up stuff for plot convenience and we all still love it, so don't expect from an explanation about who removed Crowley's soul, why and exactly where in Hell it was hidden – let's just be happy that Naomi is enough of a badass to go get it. Also, no detailed explanation about Naomi's descent and how she was able to retain her host body. I could do that but the story would have too many boring bits.
Disclaimer
Supernatural is a television series, created by Eric Kripke, produced by Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland Sound and Vision and Warner Bros. Television, distributed by Warner Bros. Television
Chapter 8 - The First Time
He wasn't laughing any more although he really felt like it. This has never been among his plans (the King did not have fantasies. He had plans, contingencies, schemes). Sexually adventurous though he was, his greed for power had not translated into finding pleasure in submission, like so many other powerful humans he had "worked with" over the centuries. Her timing amused him to no end. Of all the moments when he could have given her what she needed – she wanted to know about making love, but he was sure that what she needed was a hard shag – she stumbled upon this one!
He was barely standing his current predicament - being chained in the Winchesters' basement. The only thing that kept him from insanity was his long trained patience, and his awareness that they were more afraid of him than they were letting on. He had his long, very long term plans that helped him accept his captivity to the hands of some of his most useful enemies.
"Hell of a timing, love," he said.
Her eyes fluttered a little, embarrassment painted all over her face. The penny dropped – she had actually chosen this moment. Because, just like Moose and Squirrel, she was too afraid of him to engage into something like this while he was free and in possession of all his powers. Oh, she was going to pay for this once he got free! Crowley hid the thought and the incipient "plans" deep in his mind. He didn't want her to catch on to his dark and delicious designs.
"Oh, you sneaky little angel," he said, in the sweetest, sexiest tone he could muster under the circumstances. "You chose this moment. To have me at your mercy, unable to resist you, unable to do anything to you. Wam bam thank you, your Majesty."
Naomi looked horrified.
"I would never do something against your will! I thought you..." she looked down, between their bodies.
He was aroused and given his huge size, the arousal was obvious.
"Didn't say I don't want to. Just remarking on how incredibly sneaky it was to choose the one situation in which I can't do anything to you. By the way, this means that you'll have to do all the heavy lifting. Think you can handle me, love?"
"Yes," she whispered softly. "I prepared for this," she said even quieter.
Crowley was about to ask what she meant by that, jealous and excited at the same time by images of her training with toys and training with other men. His thoughts were interrupted however by the feel of her long, elegant fingers undoing his pants in hurried, nimble moves. Crowley cursed that the chain around his neck was preventing him to move his head enough to see her hands busily worshipping him. He felt everything though, the caresses, the pressure of her delicate grip. He hissed with pleasure and frustration.
In a very efficient manner, Naomi hitched up her pencil skirt and straddled him. He wanted that more than anything he could think of at the moment, more than he wanted to be free from his chains, and yet he heard himself talking.
"I think I deserve some foreplay. It's not fair to take me like that, without at least giving me a chance to..." his voice trailed off and Naomi exclaimed in a high pitched voice:
"To what?!"
Oh, the wonderful sound of her frustration was balm to his wounded dominant personality.
"Open your shirt," he said.
His tone was calm, like a suggestion made by a senior partner in a business meeting. Naomi froze in the awkward position she was, legs on the either side of his chair and her opening almost touching the tip of his huge cock. Crowley knew that all she had to do was disobey him, impale herself on his cock and he would give and take as much pleasure as he could in that situation. He knew that they both wanted and needed the release, and that, for her, the smartest thing would be to do what she had planned and ignore his words.
He was smiling serenely at her when she had raised her eyes from what she was doing to look at him. It was that Cheshire cat smile that he knew annoyed her. But he also knew that the reason it annoyed her was that it meant that he was in control of the situation. She closed her eyes slowly and her hands moved to the buttons of her shirt. In that moment, that sign of submission made Crowley realize that he might actually love this strange being.
Her skin looked creamy, her breasts were perfect in their modesty.
"Come closer. I want to touch you."
She obeyed with maddening slowness. Crowley could feel her body shaking with the strain of maintaining that position, and probably in no small part with emotions she was unused to. Her legs were shaking slightly and she pressed them against his to steady herself. His face was between her breasts now, his beard scratching the velvet skin. The chain allowed him only millimeters to move, which was a blessing and a curse. With so little leeway, all he could do was to rub his beard gently against her breasts one at a time and place the lightest kisses, which felt appropriate to the moment and yet he still felt like biting her, punishing her for... For what? For making him want her so desperately...
"Left," he whispered, straining to reach her left breast with his lips.
She turned and offered it to his greedy mouth. Crowley flicked his tongue over her nipple. Electricity shot through them, as expected, and when he closed his mouth around her tender flesh, Naomi lost concentration for a second, her knees gave in and she lowered herself. Electricity, again, coursed through their bodies. That highly addictive feeling of sharing lightning with her.
... ... ... ... ...
"There you are, darling," he whispered ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... ...
He was wondering if she could hear him, she seemed lost in a haze of pleasure. Apparently she did, ... ... ... ...
... ... ... ... He barely managed to stop the howl that wanted to emerge from his depths. He strained against his chains to the point of breaking the skin in places. Naomi's rolling orgasms began to fade after he spent himself in her depths. She crashed boneless against his chest.
"Did you imagine it could feel like this?" he asked.
His voice sounded raspy, as if the scream he had felt had actually ripped out of him.
"I never dared to imagine it," she answered. "Always tried to stay away from you, even in my thoughts."
She made the effort to stand up. Crowley watched her button her shirt, smooth her skirt. With a few deft touches of her fingers even her hair looked fine. It hurt a little, to see the signs of what had happened between them erased. She got tissues from a pocket, wiped his cock and tucked him neatly back in his pants. He was about to snarl something nasty at her when she spoke.
"It was something worth staying alive for. I hope it will motivate you to get out of here."
She blew out the candle and walked out, leaving him in darkness, but with bright light in his tormented soul.
