City of Sin

Damnation IV

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***CoS***

It was a disappointment, not that the King of Hell was surprised. If anything, it made sense, Amenadiel had always been pathetic in terms of both creativity and productivity. Why would his miserable attempts at vengeance be any different?

Still, this was pitiful on a whole new level.

A rundown apartment in one of the worst areas of the city. When Lucifer had been informed, he had almost been impressed. It would have been one of the last places he would expect for someone so 'high and mighty' like his sibling, and thus the perfect place to hide.

But after doing some surveillance, and reading over his own peoples' reports, the truth had been revealed.

He was out of resources, out of favors to call upon, and likely out of any supernatural assistance. If the information was correct the angel was only days away from needing to go and find a human job just to continue having a roof over his head.

The Devil sat in his car a street away, watching intently and finishing up his cigar. A few locals walked down the street nearby eyeing up the vehicle, perhaps considering how easy it would be to rob someone like him. He gave them a glance, the weight of his presence pressing down upon them just enough to discourage such thoughts and have them quickly moving in the opposite direction.

If it were anyone else, he might have considered this to be a trap. That perhaps it was a way of getting his future queen alone, or even putting him off guard. Amenadiel wasn't that clever though, and unless he had brought a significant portion of Heaven's warriors there was no threat. The likelihood of such an 'invasion' was insignificant, as Michael didn't understand the concept of 'subtlety' and any angelic host would have created a significant scene.

That left Chloe, and he had prepared for any such move on her as well. Currently, the woman and her maidens were all at Lux, along with Mazikeen and Azrael herself. Nothing short of another archangel, and a powerful one at that, would be able to threaten such a force.

A smirk formed on his lips as he let out another breath of flavored smoke. Having his sister as one of Chloe's lovers had certainly been a surprise, and a massively beneficial one at that. It had completely shifted any sort of power balance that existed, and all he had to do was ignore his sister being fucked by the blonde human.

Trivial really, and certainly better than any alternatives he dared think about.

As his cigar burned down the fallen took one last look up at his destination, before extinguishing the object and stepping out onto the street. It earned attention, naturally, but several nearby gang members seemed to recognize him and gave him nods of confirmation as they began forming a perimeter of sorts around his property.

They knew better than to let anything befall what was his on 'their turf'.

With a casualness that only one of his power could achieve in such a neighborhood, the Devil strolled up towards the apartment, not even sparing so much as a glance towards the attendant and made his way up the steps.

He could hear the sounds of the less fortunate already. The arguments through the walls, the threats a spouse or convenient lover would make towards the other due to shortages of money, infidelity, or various other accusations.

There was sin in the air, the smell of cheap alcohol, sex, drugs, and blood. It was the type of place reminding him of Hell, a place soaked with defeat, acceptance, and punishment, both self-imposed and forced by society.

His walk slowed as he basked in the melancholy brought to his mind. Perhaps he had been away from his original empire for too long? Lucifer knew that Mazikeen missed the Pit at times, the screams of agony in the air, the smells of torture and flames, the ease at which one could obtain some stress relief torture victims.

Was a vacation in order? Would Chloe be interested in such a thing?

He doubted it, despite how easily she had taken to leadership and royalty he didn't see her as the type to enjoy Hell. Then again, he had been wrong about her before, far more times than he cared to admit. The continual surprises the blonde provided were a welcomed thing in a world he nearly controlled and served as a source of excitement he hadn't known in far too long.

Maybe she would enjoy sex with other demons? Maybe he should even send her a text about enjoying some of the locals, there was always the chance she had a fetish involving criminals or gang members.

But those thoughts would be for later, work before pleasure after all.

Reaching the door Lucifer paused, adjusting his cufflinks for a moment before knocking politely on the wooden barrier. Mazikeen always had a flare for the dramatic when it came to such things and with those more limited creatures it made sense.

For those of his race physical barriers meant little. From the other side he could hear the grumbling and bitching that were so typical of his siblings, and a moment later a lock was turned, a door opened, and his brother stepped into view.

"What do you…"

"Hello Amenadiel."

The black man paled, well as much as he could, before wetting his lips. "Lucifer, what are you… how did you…"

"Aren't you going to invite me in brother? I was so courteous when you came to my home." There was noticeable hesitation in the other angel's posture, and the Devil quirked an eyebrow. Did Amenadiel really think he would win in a fight between the two of them? Especially here, on semi-neutral ground.

Apparently not, as moments later his shoulder's drooped and he gave a nod before standing back from the doorway, defeat clear on his face. Walking in Lucifer gave his surroundings an appraising glance, before frowning in disappointment.

It was a mess, with trash strewn about, notes taped or tacked onto walls, and remains of several different meals scattered in various piles. "Go ahead, laugh it up Lucifer."

He turned his attention back onto his younger brother, who had more defeat in his eyes and posture than even he had ever seen. "I'm more curious as to why you are still here. It's clear you've lost, even Michael wouldn't be so stubborn to keep fighting a losing battle in these conditions. Why not return to the Silver City and rebuild your forces?"

The dark-skinned man shook his head before clearing off a space on the sole chair and falling onto it, "I have been commanded to stay and 'succeed at all costs'. Not that I could leave even if I wanted to."

Lucifer saw it then, the difference in his sibling, the lack of grace. Amenadiel had lost his powers. A cruel smile slipped onto his face, earning a flush of embarrassment and anger from the dark-skinned man. "Yes brother, I am aware of the irony."

"I would ask what happened, but I imagine you don't have an answer anyway. Which leads me to something you can answer, why so determined? What does Michael hope to possibly gain from trying to force me back to Hell?"

"Solidify his power I suppose. You probably don't know what the state of affairs is up above Lucifer but it isn't good. Battle lines are being drawn and while ours is stronger, it isn't enough to completely dominate Heaven. If something doesn't change soon it could be civil war."

Lucifer couldn't miss the irony of this situation either. First his own rebellion threatened the sanctity of his Father's domain, and now it was God's most loyal son whose actions seemed destined for catastrophe.

Maybe there was something about the oldest that bred conflict.

"So, what do you plan on doing now? You must be aware you cannot win."

Amenadiel gave a very human-like shrug, "What can I do? Keep going until the situation changes. I assume this is where you take out your vengeance?"

Clearing off a different spot on a couch, Lucifer took a seat and began to ponder another question. What was he going to do with his sibling? He obviously wasn't a threat at this point, even when he had his powers, dozens of allies, another immortal on his side, and Azrael only a voice in a dream, he had failed.

With all of those things changed there was no hope for him beyond being a minor human annoyance. But he had still crossed his queen, went after those she cared about and had generally just made a mess of things.

Punishment was necessary, but he could still recall Chloe being adamant that he be the one to decide what it was. Amenadiel, despite all his douchery, was still family. "I will... allow you to continue your miserable existence on Earth brother, for the time being. You certainly are not a threat to me and if you so much as look in Chloe's direction you had better start running and never stop."

The other angel frowned, disbelief evident in his posture. "What's the catch?"

"For now there isn't one. Let's just say you owe me and I will be calling upon you in the future for some task or another. Just remember Amenadiel, this deal rests on your adherence to my rules. Attempt to interfere with me or mine again and you will find Hell to be a pleasant vacation destination compared to what I will do."

***CoS***

She whimpered, embarrassed, almost ashamed, at her reaction. More fingers crossed her skin and she bit back a moan this time. This wasn't what she had expected, wasn't what she had prepared for.

Despite her eyes being shut she turned her head, not wanting to see any reactions, any anger at the betrayal she was committing.

Agreeing to belong to someone was one thing, giving an indication that they might be better at sex than the person you were dating was something completely different. Or at least that was what she had learned from television. It wasn't her fault though, since the angel didn't spend a lot of time on Earth and thus had very few examples of what a human relationship was supposed to be.

Azrael did know it was improper to be sexually aroused by someone other than the one you were in love with.

Looking back, the entire situation had been doomed from the start. With Lucifer off to speak with Amenadiel she had been brought in with Mazikeen to ensure Chloe and the others stayed safe. Naturally, she had insisted Ella be there as well, just in case.

To no one's surprise it had been the demon who started the flirtations. Remarking about how it they hadn't had a 'foursome' in such a long time. This had turned her beautiful human bright red and sent shivers through her own body.

She had enjoyed their first time together, even if it was with two others and she had gone a bit too fast. Thus, the angel was interested in doing another 'group session' and had begun sliding towards Ella when Maze spoke up once more.

"You know Ella, I don't think you and I have ever gone at it. How about we have some fun and let these two get to know each other a little more."

It wasn't as though Azrael didn't enjoy being with Chloe, she certainly had, but last time had been after her and Ella.

This time…

Another finger slid into her cunt and she failed to stifle the gasp as the other hand worked on her exposed nipples. Not even ten minutes after the initial conversation and she was laying against the blonde, naked, legs spread, with three fingers knuckle-deep in her twat and her breasts being groped as if they were playthings.

"Look at you, moaning and whimpering like that. I knew angels could be lovely, but you are simply divine. Pun intended."

Those words, silky smooth as they were, stroked the flame of lust and desire already consuming her from the inside. It was so easy to give into Chloe, so natural. It was no wonder her brother had taken to her as easily as he had.

"Spread those beautiful legs of yours out a little more, that's it. Now open your eyes sweetie. I want you to see Ella's face."

She couldn't, wouldn't. After all those years spent alone, after all the damage she had done to their relationship, she couldn't bare to see betrayal or hatred burning in her lover's eyes once more.

The hand left her breast and went to her chin, turning her head without effort. "Open them." It might have been a command, but it certainly wasn't a harsh one. It was more of a temptation, a dare or challenge.

So she did, the angel gave up what little remained of her willpower and opened her eyes, only to let out another gasp.

Ella sat across from them, unblinking as she watched. It was not anger in her eyes though, or betrayal, it was lust. Her human love was sitting there, legs spread as her hand rubbed underneath the pants still covering her, eyes never leaving the sight.

"See?" the blonde whispered once more. "She isn't upset, she's turned on. She is touching herself while looking at you. She finds your body so beautiful that it doesn't matter whether it is her fingering you or someone else. Tell me that isn't the sexiest thing you have ever seen."

She tried, but failed, to voice any opinion at all, instead bucking her hips against the hand currently fucking her.

Another voice, not quite as smoother but still full of temptations, purred from behind the other human. "Sounds like a theory we should test my queen. How about we get you out of these clothes Ella and see if your angelic girlfriend gets as turned on as you do when watching someone else fuck."

Azrael shivered when she watched the black woman pull the Latino's shirt off, gasped when her pants followed, and whimpered when the last shreds of clothing were merely torn off, leaving Ella exposed, lower lips glistening with arousal.

But it all paled in comparison to when the demon nudged her legs open, and pushed two fingers into her girlfriend's needy sex.

The sounds Ella made, they were reminiscent of when she had used her own tongue on the woman, when she had kissed, licked, and devoured the same pussy that was now being used by a resident of Hell.

She came so hard that she briefly blacked out.

***CoS***

Dan wasn't sure what had happened, almost as if bits and pieces of his memory had been misplaced. He could recall waking up in his cell like usual, making his way down to breakfast in the dull routine that had become his life.

One or two fights had broken out, but it was nothing unusual for the 'company' he had been surrounded by, in fact nothing seemed strange at all, at least until he went out for morning exercise.

At that point things became a bit blurry, and the man rubbed his head before sitting up and blinking his eyes open.

Why did everything hurt? Had he been attacked? Where was he? The area was dark and gloomy, a heavy fog settling in obscuring anything past a few feet from vision.

"Hello?" The man croaked out, coughing upon doing so. His throat burned and not for the first time did the ex-cop curse the lousy food and sanitation of the prison. It was obviously the slop they were served for meals, or maybe he had finally picked up some virus from the scumbags he was forced to interact with.

Just then he heard it, faint whispers not far off from where he sat. Staggering to his feet the man swayed before shaking his head to clear his vision and slowly making his way in a random direction. Everything seemed the same, and with no clear landmarks and no idea of where he was the only options he had were to move or wait.

Waiting hadn't done him any good, and if there was someone nearby, he could at least get some answers.

More whispers, and Dan tried to locate the source but it seemed hopeless. The sounds seemingly came from every direction, with no clear source or one being closer than the others.

"Hey, whose out there?"

His voice was louder this time, and though there was still scratching his throat felt better than before.

Any answers were still denied to him, along with the individuals who might have been able to grant them. After a few more minutes of walking though, his legs had recovered enough that he was able to reach a decent pace, running into the fog after the whispers, shouting angrily at whoever was taunting him.

Just when he was at his breaking point, however, several silhouettes formed before him. "Finally!" he exclaimed, slowing to catch his breath before marching forward with a vengeance. He wasn't sure what game they were playing, but he was going to make them regret it. "Now listen here whoever the fuck you are, I want answers and…"

He trailed off as they came into view, three women based upon the body shapes.

But there was something off about them, something wrong, even looking at them from behind. One's skin was white, so pale it looked more like marble. Another was black as the night sky.

The third's, however, that was the one that had him the most confused, because her skin was red, almost like someone had dyed her the color of rose petals.

Before he say anything further their voices reached him, "Do you think she will like us? Call us beautiful too? Do you think she will love us?"

"Wh-who?" Dan stammered out, mind still processing what he was seeing. Had he wandered into some sort of hippy gathering or science fiction convention?

They turned in unison, and he wished they hadn't. Their skin was cracked, as if it were made of stone or some other sort of similar material. Their eyes seemed to glow and their teeth were sharped to points.

"Our queen of course!" the white one exclaimed.

"You knew her."

"You were her lover."

"Will she like us?"

"Will she touch us as she does Mazikeen?"

"Will she allow us to touch her?"

He stumbled backwards, only to fall. Down a hill he rolled and tumbled, limbs aching with each spin, vision spinning, mind reeling as it tried to cope with what was happening and what he had just experienced.

Just when he couldn't go any longer his fall slowed, and he rolled to a stop, groan escaping his mouth as he picked himself up.

Then he screamed. The sky was a fiery red, black clouds crackling with thunder in the distance. Mountains broke the horizon in the distance, jagged and terrible like blades splitting the sky. But it was what he beheld closest that caused him the most terror.

Monsters, dozens of them stood near endless rows of men and women, all chained together wearing nothing but collars. It was then he realized he too was wearing only a collar around his neck and attempted to cover himself.

His movements, however, drew attention, and a pair of the creatures wandered over. They were massive in size and bulk, standing well over ten feet tall with limbs the size of the man's torso.

"What do we have here?" One growled in a voice that forced the former officer to cover his ears in pain. It was a horrendous noise, loud in ways that shouldn't be possible and causing his entire body to erupt in pain once more.

Managing to open one eye he took sight of another trailing a massive finger down what appeared to be an open book, one covered in blinking eyes and mouths that silently screamed agonies all their own.

"Lopez, Daniel. Should have been at the trees first, how did he end up here?"

The other snorted, before glancing up towards the endless mountain he had fallen down, "Probably the succubi. I heard we were expecting the former mate of our future Queen. You know how horny they have been ever since we were told."

"Wh-where am I?"

Dan's voice managed to reach the two demons, who glanced down at him with disdain. "You're in Hell, human."

Hell? Memories and information came rushing back, thoughts long since forgotten due to his time on Earth. "N-no, no that's not… I'm not a bad guy!"

"You're down here, aren't you? We don't make mistakes human. Daniel Lopez, beaten to death in a prison yard. You are to be tormented until our Lord and Lady arrive to oversee your punishments personally."

He shook his head in denial, already protesting about how they got the wrong guy, that he was innocent, framed, wrongfully accused, and other excuses even as one grabbed his leg in a crushing grip and began dragging him off, even as the screams of the damned suffocated his own.

***CoS***

Chloe Decker sat in one of the luxury chairs high up in Lux, staring forward at the wall. She had known, naturally, what the outcome of her actions would be but it had still hurt in the end. Her ex-husband was dead, and while she had no tears to shed for the man there were still memories of what they had been in the beginning, of the emotions that had brought them together and the first few years of happiness.

Even if that joy had been replaced with betrayal it still hurt to hear of his demise.

He would be in Hell no doubt, Lucifer had already assured her of such a thing after meeting the man and had received a report from his followers that had confirmed it afterwards. This meant torture and damnation for the foreseeable future, perhaps even for eternity depending on how the situation in Heaven ended up.

Dan had deserved his end, deserved his punishment, so why did her heart still ache?

"Chloe?" A feminine voice finally broke her staring contest with the wall, and directed it onto her childhood friend nearby. "I just heard about him. I'm sorry."

Her shoulder's shrugged instinctively, "Cops don't last long in prison, and he certainly hadn't made friends before going there."

Trixie didn't reply, instead moving further into the room. "He was still your husband."

"Ex-husband."

"You must have loved him at some point."

"Maybe a part of me, one that died because of his actions."

Beatrice reached her seated friend, before kneeling in front of her, taking hands in her own. "Chloe, you have to grieve. Just because he did terrible things doesn't mean you didn't still care about him somewhere in your heart. You aren't the type of person who can just forget about someone."

A silence filled the gap between them, before a single tear slipped down the blonde's cheek. "Then help me forget." she whispered with a plea, earning a nod before the woman rose, put a gentle kiss on her lips and pushed her back further into the chair.

Turning the former dancer took a step away, before her body began to sway, moving to music that existed only in her mind. Chloe understood a moment later as her friend began sliding her shirt up and over her head.

She was getting a 'private show' and her fists clenched down so hard her knuckles turned white. Still facing away, Trixie's pants slipped down next, hips moving side to side as she knelt down to the ground, putting a bit of playfulness as she went down to only a bra and panties.

Beatrice stood back up, before unhooking her bra one painfully slow clip at a time. The object fell to the floor, but rather than turning she went up onto her toes, stepping backwards while showing off the back of body and agility until sitting down in the blonde's lap, preventing her from seeing anything more than her back and shoulders.

Then her legs raised up, and Chloe became aware of her sliding the last piece of clothing off. The blonde wasn't sure how much more she could take, and then her friend began to roll her waist, making it painfully obvious where she was and what she was doing.

"Beatrice..." the detective growled out, fighting the urge to touch.

"Yes Chloe? Are you relaxed and having fun yet?"

There were so many responses to her question, but she went with the most obvious. "I think you forgot a very important fact."

The woman in her lap stilled, "I did?"

"Yes, I'm not a man Beatrice, and I would rather touch than watch."

Before her friend could respond, her own hands snapped up and began groping the bare breasts, earning a deep groan from the woman who leaned back into her, head tilting to display her neck. Chloe took advantage without another word, lips sucking and licking on the exposed skin, one hand traveling south, touching and caressing stomach until it nudged her legs apart and slipped two fingers into the soaking wet lips.

"Already so aroused Beatrice?" she mumbled into the woman's throat, "Maybe you were enjoying this more than you wanted to let on hm? Do you like me watching you? Fantasizing about your body? Did you want me to grope and ravage you?"

A whimper was her only answer as she continued finger fucking the woman. "Maybe next time we can have someone else join in hm? Would you like Eve on her knees eating you out? Or maybe Lucifer fucking you senseless?"

The woman's body began to shake as she came, letting out a moan that sounded suspiciously like the blonde's name.

***CoS***

If someone had asked her about this a year ago, she would have made some smart ass comment, probably something along the lines of 'wouldn't touch the bitch with a ten-foot pole' or 'and catch whatever that loser has? No thanks.'

But, in the private depths of her mind, Charlotte had always been… curious.

Curious about how she compared in more than just a professional sense. Was she better in bed than the younger blonde? As open minded? As adventurous? She knew, from the limited conversations with their joint lover, that Chloe had been a disappointment to Dan.

But considering the judge, it wasn't saying much. The man himself was about as interesting in the sack as a drunken 'alpha male'.

Which is why the thought of being with the pretty young woman had crossed her mind a few times when she was horny and had nothing but her own fingers to satiate her desires.

Now it seemed as though those hidden fantasies might be coming to life.

Chloe had mentioned the idea, after she had been thoroughly gangbanged, about swapping it up, about the older woman being on top. While Charlotte managed to hide it at the time, the fantasy put into her mind about fucking the other woman, it had been incredibly erotic.

Here she was, standing in a room with nothing on but a leather harness around her waist with a silicone cock attached. Idly, she palmed the object, stroking it as if trying to imagine what such a thing would feel like if it were hers.

A male voice seemed to answer her from the doorway, "Enticing" it called out, freezing the woman in place and answering her unspoken question, "I would imagine something akin to touching yourself for a few minutes. The sensations are a bit electrifying for men." Lucifer had walked into the room, hands in pockets as he took in her form before a smug grin crossed his face and he turned to make his way to a nearby chair. "Oh, don't mind me I'm just here for the show."

"Sh-show?" she stammered out, his damnably beautiful smile widening as she did.

"Why of course. My future queen has taken her fair share of female maidens as I'm sure you're aware but has yet to indulge in any pleasure from men. This will be the first time she's even come close, and I certainly don't want to miss her explorations."

The way he spoke, sent both shivers and confusion into the woman. She knew some men, especially those with power, would enjoy the fetish of losing that power. Of having their wife or lover fuck someone else in front of them or even doing some of the stranger roleplaying scenarios.

But Morningstar didn't appear to be of that mentality. He wasn't giving up control or power, merely enjoying the change in situation.

It was strange, beyond strange really, and Charlotte couldn't quite remember the last time she had heard of such a thing in practice. Before she could answer another voice answered from where he had entered momentarily prior. "You aren't trying to scare her off, are you?"

Both turned, and while the man replied with a disarming smile and "Of course not my dear." The older blonde's heart skipped a few beats.

There stood Chloe Decker, previous rival and current owner. She wore a tank top, thigh-length skirt, and what the lawyer could only hope were a pair of thigh-highs. Because damn did the older blonde have a secret fetish for those.

"Lovely outfit as always Chloe, although you could have dressed up a bit more, give our friend here a bit of a challenge at undressing you.

The younger woman rolled her eyes, although everyone could see the fondness in the gesture. "I'm not wearing these to test her Lucifer, I'm wearing them to give her a bit of a show and indulging in some fantasies.

Fantasies, Charlotte had to swallow down and inappropriate noises that might have come from her at that moment. Sure, she had secretly wanted to fuck the younger woman for far longer than she would care to admit, but the idea of Chloe having similar thoughts?

It was both shocking and exhilarating at the same time and the woman couldn't stop from voicing her question. "And you want to have sex with me?"

The other two turned towards her, and her vision focused purely on the detective. Her posture was relaxed, skin flawless, hair up in a ponytail, body young and fit, but all that took second to her smile.

Her smile was warm and full of emotions she had never seen directed towards her, not since her mother died at a young age. It was understanding, sympathy, compassion, maybe even love. Charlotte was barely able to keep her knees from buckling under the weight of those feelings now bubbling up in her heart, and quivered when she heard the response.

"Of course, Charlotte. Who wouldn't want to be underneath someone as beautiful as you?"

When was the last time she had been called 'beautiful'? Had she ever been called it before? Men had flirted with her, of course, and she had taken plenty of lovers over her lifetime, but they were either short flings or affairs who were solely around for the physical aspects, nothing more.

But Chloe? Despite her own sexual preferences Charlotte was sure, in that moment, she could fall in love with the younger woman.

Stepping forward, half in a daze, the nearly naked woman pressed into the other's personal space, her lips already meeting those of the younger who didn't so much as hesitate to begin groping the displayed breasts.

Charlotte moaned into the touch, her body seeking even more skin as her hands threaded through the golden hair. Lips crushed against each other as tongues sought out the other, occasionally having the barest of tastes and other moments completely exploring the opposing mouth.

"Don't tell me" Chloe mumbled between kisses, "this is all you want."

It was only the start, the first drop of water into an ocean of what the lawyer desired. She wanted to feast on the younger woman, to taste every inch of her skin, to have her name on the younger's lips as she ate her out, to fuck her pussy with her fingers, tongue, and the cock dangling between them. She wanted to use all that delicious dirty talk that men had seldom spoke in their time together, to talk about breeding her, to call her a slut one second and a princess the next.

But there wasn't enough time for all that, at least not yet. Instead, her hands were on hips, and she guided the woman over to the sole bed in the center of the room and pushed her back onto it.

Dirty talk could wait, she wanted to see what Dan had squandered all those years.

She still gave Chloe a questioning glance, not wanting to proceed without approval, and earned a nod as she slowly slid the skirt up her still-clad legs.

The feeling of stockings underneath her fingers was near orgasmic, but nothing compared to the sight of a trimmed pussy, bare and glistening, underneath the skirt. Chloe hadn't worn panties, and this time Charlotte didn't ask as she leaned forward and gave the exposed lips a long, sensual lick.

A rewarding moan reached her ears, and in an instant she was ravishing the woman. Her tongue slid in and out, fucking the younger to the best of her abilities, desperate to taste as much as possible, both inside and out.

Two hands were on the back of her head, pulling insistently, trying to get more. Chloe needn't demand, not even ask, as the older woman was more than happy to oblige. She had only gone down on a woman once or twice before in college, and if she had remembered it being this intoxicating, she would have skipped Dan and gone straight for his wife instead.

"How is she doing?" a male voice questioned, reminding both that they had an 'audience'. Instead of slowing down, however, Charlotte's pace quickened while Chloe let out a breathy moan.

"Ch-Charlotte…"

The way her name fell from those lips was a gallon of gasoline being thrown onto the fire burning inside of her. She wanted more, needed more, and it seemed the woman she was devouring was of a similar mindset as the hands gripping her hair were pulling up now. She followed, all the way up to her mouth where their tongues intertwined once more.

She was nearly on top of the other woman and was allowed a deep breath of air a moment later as Chloe broke the kiss, "Inside me, now."

Who was she to argue?

Sitting back up, the lawyer's hands trailed up and down the, still clad, legs on either side of her own, looking down on the woman currently spread out before her, red cheeked and obviously overflowing with lust.

Chloe needed fucked, there was no other way to put it, and with her cock in hand Charlotte was more than happy to give her what she wanted, what she needed.

Rubbing the fleshy head against her cunt, the older woman watched in fascination as it was coated with the juices soaking the lips she would soon be buried inside of. "Does that feel good Chloe? Do you like being teased like this? I bet your ex never did this, he never cared enough to take it slow did he? Never asked you how you wanted it, did he?"

The head lying before her quickly shook, and a whimpered plead escaped the lips of her 'prey'. With that she pushed into, listening to the wonderful sounds of pleasure as she quickly bottomed out, filling the other woman. A moment later she pulled partially out, before sliding back in, using the leverage to rub all the spots she knew existed, but most men couldn't quite find.

"Look at you" Charlotte whispered, hands sliding up to grip the waist of the woman she was fucking. "All needy and desperate. Fuck if I had known before, I wouldn't have looked twice in his direction, I would have focused everything on you. Seduced you back to my office, had you under my desk, eating me out before fucking you on top of it."

Her pace quickened, as did the wonderful moans and whimpers that went along with it. From the corner Lucifer leaned forward, eyes taking in the scene with fascination. Was this how Chloe looked during sex? True, he had watched her and Maze together, but there was something so primal about watching her in this position, someone else pistoning in and out of her sex.

"Do you like being fucked by me Chloe? Having the same woman who stole your husband now balls deep inside of your pussy? How about you stop hiding so much." At her command she reached up, pulling at one of the loops holding the younger's shirt up and getting it down over her breast. "That's it, show me those tits of yours, I'm going to be tasting those next. Soon as you cum around my cock."

Whether it was the dirty talk or the thrusting Charlotte wasn't sure, but moments later the woman she was hammering into began to twitch and convulse, whimpering her name as she came.

She had never seen anything more erotic in her life, and only moments after she was finished shifted forward, so that the younger legs were now wrapped around her, slowly thrusting her hips forward as her mouth was able to suck on the tender young breasts, licking up and around her nipples before trailing up to an exposed collarbone and throat.

"I'm bigger than Dan was, aren't I? My fat cock fucking you like you want, like you need. It's too bad I can't get you pregnant. You'd like that wouldn't you? My cum filling your cunt, your womb, knocking you up with my children." A pair of hands grabbed her exposed ass, pulling her in, working with her thrusts and earning a moan from the older woman. "I can't wait to swap places with you…" Charlotte whispered in her ear, the final nail in the coffin as Chloe groaned in orgasm.

***CoS***

She stared at the screen, at the results displayed through tiny pixels of color. It was the best lead she had, the best by far, and from everything she had found it made sense. The timeline was right, the events surrounding it were right, even the names made sense.

But it was all still unproven, and she could very easily, was probably, wrong.

Her gut said otherwise though, and after so many years of trusting it above her colleagues and even her husband, she decided it was worth testing the theory. Chloe knew he was in a meeting, but also knew this wasn't something that could wait.

"Lucifer"

The fallen angel looked towards the doorway where the blonde stood, eyes shining as he took her in, "Yes my dear?"

There was hesitation in her posture for a moment, something that he hadn't seen in her for some time. Seconds later she seemed to gather her determination, "We have a trip to take."

He blinked, pausing to recall any plans they had made previously. "Oh?"

Chloe nodded once more, "Just the two of us this time. It's important."

***CoS***

A/N: I think the story is almost done. I did have a few vague ideas for more scenes but nothing really plot related, more or less just extra smut ideas. Next chapter will likely be the last one for this story.