A/N: This chapter contains explicit, mature content, including a full-on threesome. Skip the cursive part if it's too much, or read and enjoy it. :) A big thanks again to my wonderful beta-reader, TempestJuvano.
Chapter 13 – Translucent
Chloe arrived at her apartment in the middle of the night. She spent a few more hours with Dan, but after both the doctors and her ex-husband convinced her that it would make more sense for her to get some sleep than to stay at the hospital, she called a cab and went to her apartment. She sent Marcus home after she spoke with Lucifer. After everything that happened within a few hours—including their almost threesome and Dan's weird accident—she wanted to be alone.
It was the middle of the night when Chloe got home. She still felt a little unsure – she should have stayed, she thought, no matter what Dan said. At least Lucifer had promised that he would stay over with him and Amenadiel.
Chloe felt exhausted, and the idea of the comfort of her own bed was a relief. She now felt glad she'd taken a cab home. Marcus had offered to drive, but after everything that had happened today, in the last few hours – the threesome that almost happened and the weird accident that did – she felt like she wanted to get away, be by herself for a while. She'd sent Marcus home, talked to Dan about the new lead, and then come back home.
Chloe hoped she could get some sleep before work; she needed to be in a good shape mentally if she wanted to follow the lead that Dan had found. She changed into her pyjamas and crawled into the bed, totally drawn out. She was sure she would fall dead asleep – but she couldn't be more wrong.
She was at Lucifer's penthouse, lying on his king-sized bed. Through the open doorway, she could see the tiny, dim lights of the strange, tree-like chandelier for a moment, before a lean but muscular body blocked her view. Lucifer. He was smiling at her and tucked her hair behind her ear. She felt another hand on her waist, a stronger one. Marcus. She realized that she was lying between them as she did in Marcus's place, but something was different. Her gaze wandered lower, and she noticed that they were all naked.
She gasped when Marcus placed a wet kiss on her shoulder, and, at the same time, Lucifer leaned closer to her ear.
"I daresay, you have not finished with us yet," he whispered and nuzzled her hair.
In the meantime, Marcus started kissing and licking his way to her navel. She couldn't help but arch her back, and with the same movement, she exposed her neck to Lucifer. He ducked his head immediately to attack the soft skin with small pecks and nibbles. She relished the added sensations and let her legs fall open when Marcus crept even lower. He nuzzled her inner thigh with his nose before he reached his destination.
She moaned loudly when he flattened his tongue on her folds and started to lick her with slow and firm strokes. But Lucifer wasn't idle either: he abandoned her neck only for a moment to relocate his adept lips on her nipples.
She could feel the heat already pooling below her abdomen. The sensory input was already overwhelming, but then Marcus started to focus his attention on her clit, while his index finger found her entrance. Her hips were bucking up, chasing her release, and she tugged on Lucifer's black locks to pull him up. She kissed him desperately and her moans and whimpers were muffled by his mouth. He held her trembling body tightly while she rode the waves of her first orgasm.
When her body became limp and she let her head fall back to the pillow, she sensed that Marcus crawled back to her side and circled her waist with his strong arm.
She spun from her back to her side to be face to face with him and kissed him gently while she buried her fingers into his greyish hair. With her other hand, she reached blindly behind. It landed on something firm, and she realized it was Lucifer's hip. Her fingers flexed on his firm flesh and she felt that he pressed closer. She hooked her foot behind his calf to pull him flush against her back. As he complied, she could feel his length press to her bottom.
She broke the kiss with Marcus and turned her head to kiss Lucifer. He tasted like cinnamon and smoke as his tongue slid back to her mouth.
She knew he could taste her on her own lips, as she had when Marcus had kissed her, and the thought of giving Lucifer a taste of herself stoked the flames of desire into her again.
While she was kissing Lucifer, Marcus started to tease her nipples with his tongue and thumb. She started to grind her hips back to Lucifer's and his hard member slipped between her buttocks. He couldn't suppress a low groan at the sudden friction.
At the same time, Marcus started to massage her clit and she cried out with pleasure, breaking the kiss with Lucifer. They both opened their eyes and she tilted forward her head to lean her forehead to his. Lucifer drew a delicate path with his fingers from her elbow to her shoulder and back. She pulled back and uttered a silent 'please' and she squeezed his hip.
Lucifer nodded and he grabbed his member to position it to her entrance. He leaned forward so slowly, that for a while she thought he was hesitating. Then she felt a small pressure and knew instantly that she wanted more. She pushed her hip back slightly to encourage him. With a low groan, Lucifer pushed his hips forward until he was fully sheathed.
Her breath hitched at the sensation. She had known before that he was well endowed but experiencing it was another thing. He pulled back and pushed forward again. His moves were so gentle as if she was something very precious and fragile that he wanted to preserve.
They found a comfortable rhythm and she turned back her attention to Marcus. This position was very pleasurable with Lucifer penetrating her from behind and Marcus stroking her bundle of nerves, but she wanted to give something back to Marcus as well. She let Lucifer's hip go and grabbed Marcus's cock. It was hard, and based on his long sigh, he seemed relieved that it got some attention.
She started to stroke it with the same pace Lucifer was moving in and out of her. But she knew that it would most probably be uncomfortable after a while for Marcus if she didn't use any lubrication. The thought was soon followed by deeds.
With a firm pull, she let Lucifer slid out of her. He whined—actually whined—at the loss of contact, but she had no intention to torture him. She pushed Marcus's chest, so he rolled to his back, and she crawled lower to be in line with his hip. With a motion of her head, she instructed Lucifer to kneel behind her.
She resumed her stroking, but this time she also licked the top of Marcus's shaft. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the pillow as a wave of pleasure rippled through his body. Chloe closed her mouth on the top of his cock and circled her tongue on the sensitive skin before she started to bob her head to take more of him to her mouth.
When Lucifer occupied his new position, he first started to caress her precious lady parts. Only when he felt that she rubbed her lower part eagerly to his fingers, did he grip his shaft and let it find its warm, fitting scabbard again.
This position let him penetrate her deeper, in a different angle. Although he increased the pace, he was as gentle as before. She had never thought that this position could be so sensual, but it was. She pleased someone she cared about, and she was being pleased at the same time. But she wanted even more. As if Lucifer read her mind, he slid one of his hands from her hips to her butt. His thumb grazed the soft line that was formed between her cheeks. When he saw that she liked it, he buried his thumb deeper, until he reached her wrinkled hole and started to play with it watchfully.
And oh, how delicious it was! She had to focus so that she wouldn't cease licking and stroking Marcus. She could feel that her reactions—subtle as they were—emboldened Lucifer, who soon prodded her hole with his finger, spreading the moisture from her folds all over it.
After a while their moves became ragged and she raised her head. Sensing her changing will, Lucifer retracted and let her climb forward.
She nested her hip's above Marcus's, and now his cock was throbbing in front of her entrance. She sank down slowly and relished the new sensation this position provided. She always liked to be a cowgirl. To be in charge.
She started to ride Marcus with a steady pace, and he cupped her breasts to steady and pamper her at the same time.
When she let her head fall back while she was enjoying the ride, she noticed that Lucifer was hesitating, as if he didn't know what she wanted him to do.
She smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer. Her gaze never left his as she leaned down on Marcus's chest, exposing her bottom to him.
She could see him swallow, but he scurried closer anyway. He started to caress her back, drawing a fine line up and down her spine, his fingers never reaching the place Chloe wanted them—or rather another part of him—to be.
So, she sent him one last, begging look and a whispered plea, "Lucifer, please."
Hearing her request, Marcus stilled but remained sheathed inside her. He closed his legs to provide some space for the other man. Lucifer straddled them and his thighs covered the back of hers perfectly. She was trembling with anticipation as his groin pressed to her butt. He adjusted himself, and she could feel the head of his shaft prod her tight ring.
He didn't rush but maintained the prodding until she relaxed completely. Then he pushed slightly forward until the head slid past the strong muscles. She gasped at the unusual sensation, and he stilled immediately. She glanced back and met his worried gaze. She smiled at him and wiggled her hips to signal him to continue.
Lucifer complied and buried himself deeper inside her. The feeling was exquisite. It was a strange mixture of maddening pleasure and burning pain. Both men were now fully inside her and waited for her to adjust. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling for a moment, then rolled her hips.
It was Marcus who moved first. He pulled out a little, then thrust back again. He repeated this movement, and soon Lucifer started to move as well, adjusting his trusts to Marcus's. The feeling was so intense that she couldn't hold on and collapsed on Marcus's chest, grabbing his shoulders. She felt his arms around her back, holding her close and caressing her spine, while Lucifer's hands were on her hips, his thumbs stroking her hipbones while he was sliding in and out with a slow and steady pace.
She was moaning, whining, and screaming in pleasure, while they filled her completely. Both of them were careful and restrained, but she wanted more.
"Faster," she panted. "Harder."
She heard a growl from behind and Lucifer's fingers tightened on her hip. He leaned forward a little bit and increased his pace.
"Yes, like that," she moaned and reached back. She grabbed his ass and urged him to thrust even deeper. Lucifer placed a short kiss on her shoulder, then pulled back. He slid out of her almost completely, but then slammed back into her. She gasped and squeezed his buttock more forcefully. He started pounding into her more adamantly, but still in synchrony with Marcus.
She could feel that their joint moves push her towards an incredibly intense orgasm. She dug her nails into Marcus's shoulders as her body was rocking between these strong men. Her clit was rubbing against Marcus's groin, and her inner muscles started to flutter both around Marcus and Lucifer, indicating that she will explode with pleasure soon.
Sensing the contractions, both Lucifer and Marcus increased their pace. Their moves were frantic, and their bodies were slick with sweat. After two more thrusts, an unimaginable jolt of pleasure ripped through her body and she started to shake uncontrollably. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw sparkling stars behind her eyelids. Through the daze of her mind-altering orgasm, she could feel Marcus tremble beneath her, his member pulsing wildly inside her. Then his shoulders suddenly relaxed under her grip. Lucifer was the last to come, just when she rode the last wave of her orgasm. With a last thrust and an almost animalistic growl, he emptied himself deep inside her, while he was holding her hips like a lifeline.
They stayed like this for a moment, and when she felt that both of them start to soften inside her, Lucifer slid out and collapsed on the bed. She pushed herself up, but she was so spent that her hand and knees were shaking, so she climbed hurriedly off Marcus and lay between them.
Now that she was out of the haze of pleasure, she glanced at Lucifer, then Marcus. They seemed tired but smiled at her happily. She caressed their cheeks and kissed Lucifer first. It was languid and sensual, and Lucifer melted into her touch.
Still, she noticed with some kind of sixth sense that something was out of place. She pulled back to look at Marcus and her blood curdled. Marcus was incredibly pale, and it seemed as if he were becoming translucent. She gripped his arm frantically to be sure he's okay. His skin was cold, but it began to warm under her touch. She kissed him desperately and relaxed a bit when he kissed her back.
She broke the kiss and rolled to her back again. When she looked at Lucifer, a cold chill crept down her spine again. Lucifer was even paler than Marcus. His flushed skin became thin, and he almost looked like a ghost. She snaked her trembling hands around his neck and kissed him as if her life depended on it. First, she could barely feel his soft skin and curly locks beneath her fingertips, but as she deepened the kiss, she felt as if life had returned to his body. His skin became warmer and firmer again.
She didn't dare to immerse herself in the kiss, though. She glanced at Marcus again and noticed in horror that Marcus started to fade again. And it was faster than before. His eyes also seemed glassy this time. She switched back from Lucifer to him and kissed Marcus to keep him there. It was all but a peck on his lips to make sure he stayed there, and she almost immediately looked back to Lucifer. His eyes were as dull as Marcus's and he was almost completely translucent.
A tear slid down on her cheek as she turned back again to kiss Lucifer. She could barely feel his lip this time, and a trembling sob erupted from her chest as she pressed her whole body to him. But she knew she couldn't stay like this. She couldn't do this to Marcus. She turned back hurriedly, but it was too late. She caught a last glimpse of Marcus's fading form and he was gone. Her eyes widened in terror and she spun back to Lucifer but could only witness the same scene: he went to demise without a trace of hope.
She curled up, hugging her knees on the now empty bed. She felt an invisible, cold hand gripping her gut and squeezing it until she squirmed. Her panting turned to ragged sobs and she couldn't breathe…she couldn't…
Her eyes popped open. She felt as if she was having a panic attack. Her heart wanted to tear her ribcage apart and she was gasping wildly. It took a few moments until she realized that it was just a dream. Again. But was it? Was it just a dream? She didn't believe in transcendent things, but she could believe that it was likely that her unconscious mind was toying with her.
She turned to her back and placed her hand on her racing heart. It was quite obvious that she couldn't handle these pesky dreams on her own. She needed help. Professional help. And although she knew it could be a conflict of interest and therefore her request could be rejected, but she didn't know who else she could approach with this problem. She needed to speak with Linda.
A/N: So, here we are. :) Now, it's Chloe's turn to think about what she wants. Thank you for the comments, it's always nice to know your opinion about the story. To Milo U: Trixie won't make an appearance, but Maze will (but maybe not in the way you think :)).