City of Sin
Obsession III
***Once more, I own nothing of the show Lucifer or comics etc. ***
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***CoS***
After two weeks in the hospital Chloe is glad to have recovered enough to leave. Having strangers constantly in her room, poking and prodding at her with instruments, monitoring her food, asking her invasive questions, and just not having a moment to herself was all beginning to wear on her nerves.
She needed a break, a night of just peace and quiet without having to worry about unwanted intruders, threats, or nurses giving her unwelcome glares along with whoever else was in the room at the time.
The food was bland, the walls colorless, the air sterile, and the bedding uncomfortable. Naturally, when the doctor gave her the 'all clear' to live outside the hospital she was more than a little excited. There were still restrictions, of course, but they were a far cry from what she had been dealing with.
Lucifer had been a man of his word, not that she expected anything else from him, and had informed her that there was a private room, attached bath, and dining area setup and ready for her at Lux. She would be in a section of his penthouse, closed off from the rest so that she remained undisturbed if so desired. No flights of stairs to walk up and down, no reporters trying to speak with her, no sudden checkups or judging stares, and no more hospital food.
Idly, she wonders if Lucifer would let her order takeout every day of the week.
Upon arrival, and escort to her temporary living area, the woman's mouth dropped. 'Room with attached bath and dining area' was apparently a generous way of saying 'you have your own hotel suite inside the penthouse.'
The common area had a large table, easily big enough for several people to sit at, along with a fridge and several other appliances. It wasn't exactly a full kitchen, but close enough that she could have some essentials on hand and make them without too much effort.
Her bedroom was easily three times larger than the one at her apartment, with several dressers, a closet, and a bed so large she wasn't even aware that they came in that size.
The attached bathroom was dark tiled with an enclosed, large, shower and what could only be described as a hot tub posing as a normal bathtub.
It even had jets installed.
For a moment Chloe wondered if she could just slow down her recovery to remain in this paradise for as long as possible.
"To your liking?" Lucifer inquired, earning a slow, stunned, nod from the woman. "Excellent, why don't you get some rest and take the afternoon to settle in. If you need help unpacking just give a call to the service number I put in your phone. Think of it as twenty-four-hour room service just for you."
***CoS***
Chloe Decker stared in disgust. She knew it was inevitable, from her experiences with other officers and victims in general, but the sight of it was more than just physical.
It was mental.
She was damaged, scarred in ways someone could both see and not see. It was like a constant reminder, a splinter in her mind that she had been careless, that her guard had dropped due to her own ineptitude and thus she had paid for the mistake.
Her fingers traced the scar on her chest. She knew that there were two on her back as well, jagged and hideous.
She knew her friends had talked about sticking with her, about helping her through the recovery, and for this she couldn't be more grateful. However, a part of her, one deep down that she longed to bury, one that was full of jealousy, spite, ugliness, and self-doubt, wondered if they would ever look at her as they had before.
If there was a gap between appearances before, it had just expanded into a chasm. Why would any of them ever be interested in her now? Why would…
"Is something wrong my dear?"
Chloe spun away from her reflection, wrapping herself up in the loose robes she had been loaned in the process, to face the two now standing in the doorway.
"No, everything's fine."
Neither Mazikeen nor Lucifer seemed to believe her, but while the woman seemed ready to press the topic the club owner cut her off, "Is your room to your liking?"
Happy that she no longer had to confront her own failures the blonde nodded at the change of topic, "Yes, it's wonderful. I can't thank you enough for everything Lucifer. This is… amazing of you."
He nodded happily, "It is no problem at all. Of course, if there is anything you need you need only to speak up."
"Yes, of course. Everything should be fine though, and I can always use the elevator to move around if I need to."
Maze blurted out her interruption, "Or just let me… us, know!"
A smile formed on the detective's face as she forced away the spike of guilt. "I will do that."
"Then you should be more than willing to talk to us about what is bothering you." Lucifer chimed in, earning a wince from the woman. Well, she had walked into that one.
"It's… nothing important I promise just trying to get used to some… cosmetic changes."
"Oh?"
Again, she nodded, and this time slowly, almost shyly, parted her top just enough to reveal her scar but keep her modesty. "Not going to be wearing any bikinis anytime soon." As she said this a laugh escaped her lips. She wasn't quite sure what was so funny all of a sudden, moments prior she had been on the outset of some rather depressing thoughts and now… well maybe it was true what they said. You either laugh or you cry.
The other occupants mere frowned, with Maze asking a question that froze the blonde in place, "Why not?"
"I… I mean unless I wore a full body bathing suit, and even then, it would be hard to hide this and the ones on my back Maze. I don't think anyone wants to see anything like this."
"Do they bother you?" Lucifer inquired, "Scars I mean? Do you find them ugly?"
There was something in his tone, something almost vulnerable. It was enough to make her truly consider the question. She had seen the other two completely unclad, and was positive they bore no such marks. She also knew that both Ella and Beatrice were free from such blemishes, apart from tiny, almost unnoticeable ones that required direct indication to see.
But what if they did have something? What if Lucifer had been the one who was shot and now bore unsightly marks across his torso?
Would she find him any less beautiful? Any less magnificent?
Would Maze be any less feisty or sexy with scarring? Would she care about Beatrice any less if she had marks on her body? What would she say if Ella had scars like these?
"I… see them as a reminder of my mistakes." Chloe finally replied, "I wouldn't care if someone else had them but for me I just… I find them ugly."
"So, they are ugly on you but wouldn't be ugly on someone else? Being a bit self-critical hm?"
She laughed again, "Probably, but I've always heard we are always our worst critics."
"The only problem with you wearing a bikini." Maze noted with a grumble, "Is that you would be wearing anything at all."
***CoS***
A soft knock on her door took Chloe by surprise at first, but she came to her senses shortly after and gave admittance. It was strange, allowing someone to enter a room that didn't belong to her in a home that wasn't hers.
In walked her best friend, and the blonde couldn't help but smile. "Beatrice, how was your day?" The woman had gone back to work, albeit more than a bit hesitantly, a few days prior to Chloe's release from the hospital. At that point, the detective hadn't needed as much supervision or aid and so to keep from trouble, or being in the way, the stripper had gone back to Lux.
"Same old stuff, I have a new routine that seems to be everyone's favorite. It really flaunts the goods, know what I mean?"
The blonde did know, and for some reason the knowledge that others were looking at her best friend in such a way burned and twisted her gut. She was becoming angry for some reason, and instantly thought it best to switch the topic before she lashed out without meaning.
"So, what are your plans for this evening?"
Something mischievous flashed in the curvaceous woman's eyes, "Well, you are still on bathtub only restrictions and since you have yet to take one here, I thought you might like some help."
The injured woman's eyes widened noticeably. True, she had sent very provocative and sexy photos to her friend, they had even flirted before, but both were very different than taking a bath with her, being in the same room naked as her.
"I uhm…"
Her hesitancy was like freezing cold water thrown onto her friend's face. "I-I mean I can stay here in case you need help and maybe make sure the water is the right temperature." The shift was noticeable, and it hurt the blonde's heart to know that she might have just introduced doubt into her best friend's thoughts.
But why had she? Less than a month prior she had been shot and left for dead, had almost died. Was she still going to ignore signs, play it safe, and deny any sort of feelings she might have that could result in something she might not be ready for?
Screw it, life was clearly too short for that type of shit.
"I was just going to say that it might be a bit weird if you sat outside. I think it would be less awkward if you joined me." Chloe commended herself for not stuttering once during that attempt at flirtation. Was it smooth? No. Did it get the point across? Hopefully.
Trixie stared in shock for a moment, before collecting herself and attempted to give a 'cool' response, "Yeah sure I mean that would be easier wouldn't it."
"It would, and I might need your help, undressing, getting in, and maybe bathing…"
Chloe wasn't sure where all the courage and suaveness came from, but she was glad, nonetheless. She wished she had a picture of her best friend's face at that moment, the expression of surprised arousal was sexy by itself. Rather than waiting for an answer she made her own way towards the attached room, before turning on the water high enough that it surely be heard by her, apparently frozen, best friend.
Straightening up from her task, the blonde was suddenly aware of a pair of arms snaking around her waist from behind, hands teasing the bottom of her shirt. "Do you need help?" Beatrice whispered into her ear.
Closing her eyes, and allowing herself to lean back into the woman's warmth, she basked in the presence for a few moments before giving her own answer, "No… but I want help." Her friend froze for a moment, before one hand began lifting her top, the other sliding underneath, touching and caressing warm skin.
Chloe sighed in content, closing her eyes and merely allowing herself to enjoy the attention. The hand was gentle yet firm, it passed over her scars, rather than avoiding them, and traced her breasts before nudging her arms up and allowing the sole article of clothing to be removed. Then the blonde felt the descent. Feather-light touches working down her back, and warm breath washing over her naked skin.
It continued down until reaching her hips, there the palms spread out once more, holding and rubbing as if they were entangled lovers in the heat of the moment. They slid lower, catching and pulling both layers of lower garments until the air warmth her cheeks.
Then it was on the back of her thighs, and she barely stifled a gasp as it passed over her lower lips. Finding her thoughts a second later, she stepped forward from the clothing that had pooled on the floor.
Nearby, the tub was passing the halfway mark in terms of capacity, and with two bodies it would likely be closer to three-quarters. Shuffling behind returned her to reality, and she slowly turned to catch her friend, one leg in the air as she removed a sock.
This object just happened to be the last piece of clothing on Beatrice's body. Now exposed, Chloe could only stand, gaping at the naked flesh.
The texted pictures had, in no way, done her best friend justice. She thought the dancer was lovely, read beautiful, before but now? Now she could truly behold just how gorgeous she was.
"Chloe? Are you…" Trixie finished with a gasp as the blonde stepped forward, hands finding her waist and then sliding upwards, slowly, reverently. When they reached her chest, they didn't so much as hesitate to cup the exposed breasts, earning a moan from the stripper as her back arched into the touch, craving more.
"You are so beautiful…"
Beatrice wanted to compliment back, to say all the wonderful words she had been thinking when just seeing the back of her friend, to tell her how magnificent her body was, even with the scars and injuries. But she couldn't, not when there were fingers playing with her hardened nipples in such a way, squeezing her tits in just the perfect manner. If she didn't put a stop to this Chloe was going to make her cum from just the exploration.
"W-wait…"
It was like ice water thrown into the blonde's face. Her hands retreated as if burned as she stepped back, wide eyed and horrified at herself or just the situation in general. "I-I'm so sorry Beatrice I didn't mean to…"
"No, no it's okay I just… don't want to flood the bathroom." In more ways than one as the water level was getting ever closer to the top and her own arousal was nearing a zenith as well.
Looking over, Chloe blushed and quickly nodded before shutting off the water. Then, she hesitated, "Do you… still want to…"
"Yes" Trixie didn't know what the blonde would say next, whether it was to join her in the tub or to continue whatever it was they had been doing moments prior, but she didn't care. She didn't like the self-doubt in the blonde's eyes, hated the waver in her voice, and despised the way she seemed to have hated herself for just a split second.
Chloe was beautiful, and she would be damned if the woman thought anything different.
Slipping into the water, the blonde detective found herself sitting across from her best friend moments later who gave her a grin, "This way we both get to enjoy the view." The statement earned her a laugh in response along with a nod, although the mood had shifted back to friendship neither would argue with spending time in a Jacuzzi tub with the other.
***CoS***
It was the metal scraping that he dreaded most. The door was heavy, and whoever had installed it clearly had not cared much for anything other than practicality. Every time the barricade opened or closed is scraped along the concrete floor, a horrific sound that caused grimaces in even the most hardened of individuals.
Ironically though, that wasn't what the prisoner hated the most. The noise was simply an indication of what was to come. He wasn't sure how long he had been in the room, cold and uncomfortable as he often thought a prison cell must be, but it must have been days, perhaps even weeks.
Regardless though he knew what to expect when that sound echoed off the walls. Food and water were poured down his throat, just enough to keep him alive but certainly not satisfied. Whoever his captives were this was certainly not their first rodeo.
He had an idea, naturally, due to recognizing the woman who had dragged him from his motel. Somehow the club owner was involved, but was it he who held the keys or was he merely the intermediary for someone worse?
It didn't matter much, because after the nourishment came what truly filled him with dread. No, it wasn't pain or torture, it wasn't assault or violence, it was the same sound, the door closing this time, before he was left in darkness once more.
That was the worst part, the waiting, the absence of information. He was still blindfolded and the few attempts he had made at conversation, between the gag being removed to eat and it being put back on, had earned nothing but silence.
Now he was left alone once more, with only his thoughts and fears to keep him company.
***CoS***
Ella Lopez couldn't remember the last time she had been to a 'slumber party'. Ignoring the occasional, stay over and have sex, that would happen as an adult it had probably been during high school, likely even before that though. Which was why when Chloe had suggested it she had been more than just a little excited. The lab technician had even suggested having a few others join in, make it a real party, but Beatrice had an issue at her apartment she needed to be present for, and Mazikeen had opted out, promising to join in some other time, when there was more alcohol and less clothing involved.
Thus, it came down to just the two women, fuzzy pajamas, a big screen television, and a jumbo bowl of popcorn. It was perfect, just as Chloe vaguely remembered her childhood.
That is until the movie came on, and the very first thing the pair heard emerge from the speakers was a very feminine moan.
"Uh… Ella, what movie did you pick out?"
Her friend was about to answer when the title screen appeared. The backdrop was a beach, white sand, blue ocean, cloudless skies, all in all beautiful. The two women were far more focused in on the five, very scantily clad individuals currently taking up most of the screen.
A squeak of embarrassment escaped the Latino woman when she saw the title. Chloe merely giggled, "Bringing over a porno Ella? Trying to hint at something?"
"N-no! I swear that is not what the box said! Chloe I am so sorry!"
The blonde just laughed it off, "Ella it's fine they probably sorted the movie wrong or something. We will just find something else to watch." Grabbing the remote, she was interrupted by an awkward cough.
"You know we could uh, still watch it… I mean to see how ridiculous it is."
Chloe blinked, before she took in the screen once more. It did seem like a rather ridiculous movie after all, and it might be kind of fun to laugh at all the silly clichés and ideas they still included in them. "You know what? Sure, why not. I could go for a good laugh."
Twenty minutes later and it was just as absurd as both had imagined it would be. The dialogue was ridiculous, the scenarios beyond belief, and the acting was so bad Chloe would have put money on the performers being just out of high school, if they hadn't been clearly far older.
"I mean, do any of them actually think it is coincidence they all double booked the same tropical island?" Chloe inquired as the action began escalating from a steamy makeout scene. "Oh baby, I know we just met, and we can all clearly afford a ten-thousand-dollar vacation so how about we just bang." She mocked, voice deepened to try and match the overly muscled, long-haired actor.
Her laughter settled down as the action continued, clothes being tossed aside as the two really went at it, it was then, when the only other sounds came from the television, that Chloe noticed something odd.
Ella was quiet, very quiet, and when she glanced to the side, she noticed her friend a bit red in the face, squirming a bit too much, legs pressed a bit too close together.
Her eyes widened, before refocusing on the movie. Okay, no big deal, it wasn't like they hadn't had sex before, and these types of films were designed to turn people on, regardless of how silly they could be.
She could even admit, the actors and actresses were sexy, in a highly unrealistic and sometimes photoshopped way.
Another few agonizing minutes passed of uncomfortable silence, broken, naturally, by the exaggerated moans and grunts from the speakers. Then she heard it, a faint whimper from the only other individual in the room. From the corner of her eyes, she saw pants moving, an arm half-visible beneath the obstructing clothing, and Ella biting her lower lip.
She was masturbating, one of her closest friends was masturbating while sitting next to her watching a pornographic movie. There was only one thing she could think of to do in this situation.
"Do you want help?" It was barely a whisper, and yet it still froze her friend in place. For a moment nothing happened, until, very slowly, she nodded. Scooting a bit closer the blonde reached out and slipped a hand underneath her shirt, tracing hot skin.
Ella whimpered again, but this time it was pleading in nature, "Ch-Chloe please just…"
She understood, and slid south a second later, underneath two layers of clothing and across soaked lips. Now it was even more obvious. Ella wasn't just turned on; she was desperately aroused.
Her own fingers went to work, stroking, touching playing, spreading, and just taking their time while ensuring that her friend had enjoyed it just as much, if not more. The moment she slipped a finger into the hot tunnel, however, Ella reacted in a way she hadn't considered. There was a hand in her own pants now, and she didn't have time to consider how her legs had been spread when a finger pushed into her own pussy.
A gasp escaped her lips as she jolted forward, apparently a signal to the other who snapped forward and claimed her lips. Chloe had been surprised, was surprised, but not necessarily at the action itself. Really, she should have known it was bound to happen considering their last time they had spent alone together.
No, what was surprising was how desperate her friend seemed to be, how her tongue pushed fought with her own almost immediately, how a free hand began tugging at clothing to remove barriers between skin, how each time the two came up for air Ella would let out a soft whisper before diving right back in.
Her name, 'please', 'more', and other words that had emotions churning in her chest and that they would both need to examine in the coming days.
But not now, right now they were just bodies, finger fucking each other as if in a race to see who could get the other to cum first, whose orgasm would be the loudest, and who would end up tasting better.
Chloe won.
***CoS***
She was running on empty. A combination of stress, sleepless nights, and constantly looking over her should had run the woman ragged. Deep circles now lay beneath her eyes, her hair uncombed and unwashed, and a flinch in her body anytime a door so much as slammed.
The reason for all this was a very simple fact that Charlotte Richards had discovered. Chloe Decker was in a relationship with the Lucifer Morningstar.
It wasn't bad enough that her client had ordered the attempted assassination of a cop. No, they had opted to pick the one who was at least fucking the most powerful man in the state, maybe the country.
Ignoring the whispers from the few staff that was just packing up to leave for the evening, the attorney headed into her office to pack up and leave for home. Upon entering she clicked on the light, only to gasp in fright as she beheld two individuals already present.
One sat, like a king upon a throne, the other watched her every move, a predator ready to pounce.
No introductions were needed, everyone who was involved in politics or industry knew who Lucifer Morningstar was, it was the reason she had opted not to relocate or hide.
It was pointless to do so, if this man wanted to find you, he would, and if he was here then the connection had obviously been made. The question was how gruesome would be her death when he was finished with her?
There was only one chance she still possessed to save herself. "I can give you names." She offered to the silent room, slowly closing the door behind herself.
The dark-skinned woman snorted, as if she were a joke.
He merely tilted his head to the side, "What makes you think I need them?"
Fuck, of course he didn't need information. If he had found her then he likely had the shooter. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who had made the initial order. Maybe she was even going in the wrong order, and this was just sweeping up the leftovers.
"I…" She what? What could she offer him? Money? Information? "I can help you. Any legal work you need, free of charge."
No response, not even a visual cue as to his thoughts. No wonder he was so feared, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. "I've gone over your work, it's not impressive."
She hadn't thought it would work. Rumor had it that the man seated before her likely had international connections. He could likely have an army of lawyers assigned to anything he wanted with a phone call. Why would he need her?
Still, she was desperate. She wasn't old by any notion, and she would sell her soul to continue her life. "Anything, just name it."
Something flashed in the man's eyes, and his lips slowly curled into a smile. "Perhaps… we can come to an agreement hm?"
At least it was a chance, and she eagerly nodded.
***CoS***
Chloe wasn't sure quite what to expect when her… 'boyfriend?' walked into the room with the woman named Eve slightly behind him and a large smile on his face. Still though, his happiness was contagious, and she felt a smile tugging at her own as well.
"Ah I see you are awake, a bit early for that though hm? You should be sleeping in, getting some more rest, and just trying to relax."
"I'm usually a morning person Lucifer, I don't think I can sleep in past nine or so unless I'm sedated." When he opened his mouth, as if it make a comment, she immediately interrupted, "Which I do not need to be. I'm going to bed early and sleeping later than I usually do. I have been feeling better."
He didn't seem convinced, but did not press further, instead he gestured towards the woman at his side. "I'm sure you've met Eve before hm? Well, she usually takes care of the penthouse, but I thought with you being here and your friends beginning to slowly return to somewhat normalcy it might help to have someone at your beck and call."
The blonde was ready to protest, one that she didn't need what was essentially a maid or servant, and two that such a thing seemed rather cruel to the woman in question.
Instead, Lucifer merely turned to the woman and gave a nod before departing, calling back as he reached the door about Eve's "Extensive range of costumes" should she be interested.
The door shut behind him, leaving the two in awkward silence.
"Listen, Eve, I'm not sure what Lucifer meant or intended but I'm not going to take advantage of you or anything like that. I do have a few questions though." Chloe had all sorts of questions for most of those surrounding her pseudo boyfriend, Eve seemed the most 'normal' however and she figured it would be a decent place to start trying to just ease into the situation and conversations that were on the horizon.
Nodding, the woman merely stood, waiting for her to continue.
"I uhm… okay well what is your relationship… with Lucifer I mean."
The other woman smiled, "Some of what he said and more."
Ah so they were at least physical, "And you're… okay with this? With him not just letting me stay here but… I mean what he said a minute ago…"
"Lucifer and I have a complicated relationship." Eve replied, "Complicated and also very simple, he is dominant, controlling, and possessive. I am submissive, we just fit well together."
The blonde nodded in acknowledgment, it did seem to fit their personalities, at least as far as she had seen. Still though, having that relationship with Lucifer did not mean it extended to others.
"And what he said?"
This time it was a shrug, "Like I said, I'm submissive. I like taking care of people and being controlled, it is probably why he gave me to you."
Chloe stared and tried, really she did, to process what the woman had just said. 'Gave me to you.' What did that even mean? She wasn't some sort of pet… or was she? Is that how his relationship functioned with her? Would the club owner's and her own progress to that stage?
Seeing the expression on the injured woman's face, Eve's own softened even further. "If I may? You look like someone who is unsure of herself, like you want more, want to be in control of more than what you are… but you are afraid. You've seen the rich and powerful do terrible things with that control and you are afraid of the same temptations."
The blonde's jaw dropped a bit, either the woman was a psychologist, or she was exceptionally good at reading people.
Eve had yet to move though, and despite her analysis she seemed to be waiting for something. "You could try with me? See how it feels and dispel some of the fear."
Chloe stared for a moment, before it clicked in her mind just what the other person was suggesting. Maybe it was a decent idea, a little roleplay never hurt anyone after all.
"Come closer." Without so much as a moment of hesitation the other did as she was told, and excitement began to simmer in the blonde's veins. When Eve was a few feet away she let out another command, "Stop, spin around slowly."
As she did the detective had to admit, Eve had a lovely figure. True, she wasn't as curvy as Beatrice or as tiny and adorable as Ella but there was still a grace in her movements, a comfort and decisiveness she hadn't often seen before.
The next came before she had time to think about it, "Strip." The moment the word left her mouth she went wide eyed, "I-I mean if you want to I don't… If anything is uncomfortable for you…"
But Eve didn't seem to pay her any mind, already unbuttoning the shirt she had on, "Tree" she noted, almost absently.
"What?"
"I'll say 'tree' if that happens, a safe word."
"O-oh, yes okay."
The woman continued and had just finished unbuttoning when another order had her frozen, "Stop, slower." Doing as ordered, she slowly spread the shirt open, revealing her toned stomach and lacy bra. The shirt clung to her arms as she slid them back, slowly allowing the sleeves to trail down her arms one at a time before letting the object fall to the floor.
"Pants next."
A button was unfastened, followed by a second and then the zipper being pulled, the sound seeming to echo in the room. Her hands went to the tops of her slacks and she slowly began to slide them down, rocking her hips just enough to put on a bit of a show.
Chloe gulped. This was… more than she could have imagined. The idea that this beautiful creature was undressing for her, at her command, almost made her dizzy.
Was this what it felt like to be rich and powerful? She could see how easily one could become almost intoxicated with the feeling. Her gaze was glued on every inch of skin as it came into view. Other than panties matching her bra, Eve was completely bare beneath what she was currently sliding out of.
And her legs were fucking gorgeous.
Finishing, and stepping forward enough to scoot the clothing backwards, the woman made eye contact once more. Now Chloe could see it, desire and lust burning along with that meekness. If she didn't know any better she might have thought that Eve was more turned on than she was.
"Your bra, take it off and show me your breasts."
Apparently 'slowly' only applied when she commanded, not that she was complaining, as the top undergarment was on the ground before she had taken a breath. They were perfect, like the rest of her, pert and just the perfect size to fit into a pair of hands.
"Lucifer must love fucking you, doesn't he?" Eve's eyes darkened, nodding slowly, almost entranced by the conversation. "Show me where, show me that cute little pussy that he fills."
Both had, obviously, drawn out the strip show for long enough, as the last layer of cloth was on the ground a second later. She wasn't completely bare, but neatly trimmed and with a beautiful set of outer lips that were glistening to Chloe's eyes.
She wanted to see more, and she would get what she wanted. "Turn around, bend over and spread yourself."
Even used the armrest for support as she followed the order, her legs parted, and one hand reached back to spread both her lower lips and cheeks. Now it was Chloe's turn for her eyes to darken. No wonder men liked 'doggy style' so much, it wasn't just the view but the control it gave. It was like Eve was offering herself to the blonde, her body to be used just for her own pleasure.
But the detective wasn't satisfied with just that, no, she wanted more.
"Sit on the couch, spread your legs." After it was followed, she slowly licked her lips at just how desperate the other woman appeared. She wanted, needed to be touched and used. "Touch yourself like the little slut you are."
Almost instantly one hand went to her cunt, the other her chest as she let out a deep moan, steadily switching between fingering herself and rubbing her clit.
"That's right, keep going, does Lucifer fuck you like this? I bet he doesn't go so easy on you does he? Faster."
Eve obeyed, fingers begin to piston in and out of her drooling lips faster and faster.
It took all of the blonde's willpower not to participate, or at least touch herself as well, but this was something different, something she had never experienced before. She could almost imagine watching Eve and Lucifer going at it, the man's hand around her throat, just hard enough so she knows who is in charge but not enough to mar her perfect skin.
"Harder, he fucks you harder than that."
The sound wet sound is now sounding in the open air, outdone only by the masturbating woman's moans of ecstasy. A whimper escapes her lips, a plea, "Please."
"Please what?" Chloe already knows what the woman wants, what she needs but something inside her wants to hear it, wants the woman to beg.
"Please mistress…."
"Cum"
Eve convulsed, body shaking as she came, squirting her own juices an impressive distance from where she sat spread open and exposed. After a minute or two she was down to aftershocks, whimpering and praising Chloe for giving her such pleasure.
The blonde's response was to continue her own deep breathing, trying to steady her heart rate over what had happened, what she had seen and done.
***CoS***
She should not be doing this, should not be just outside of a closed door, especially not this late at night. The occupant needed their rest, needed to recover and recharge after everything that had befallen them.
But she couldn't help it, especially not after memories began to resurface. The blonde lying in a hospital bed, strapped to wires and tubes, the weakness in her voice, the pain she saw on the injured woman's face from even the slightest touch, the pleading to stay, to provide comfort. Then there was the way she had spoken of herself, of her scars, like she was damaged.
Maze hated it, hated that the future queen of Hell saw herself as anything less than flawless, refused to see all the amazing qualities in everything she did.
So yes, Mazikeen should be somewhere else, should be taking a shift at the bar or entertaining herself with one of the many playthings that Lucifer allowed to remain in Lux, maybe even with one of Chloe's friends. Instead, she silently pushed open the door, slipping inside before closing it behind her again. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming in through a few parts in the curtained windows.
Chloe was sleeping soundly, and again doubt fluttered through the demoness' mind. Should she be doing this? Should she merely watch over the woman instead, ensure she is safe and sate herself in that fashion?
Normally, yes, but there was also a burning desire to show her just how beautiful she was. Maze was not good with words, could not write poetry or draw beautiful images, but actions always spoke louder, and Mazikeen was very verbal in that way.
She was at the end of the bed between mortal heartbeats and had slipped under the blankets without even causing a disturbance in the one who slumbered. Her cat-like eyes glowed in the perfect darkness, revealing the beautiful sleeping form that lay just before her. Crawling forward, she reached out and caressed the smooth skin, relishing in the way it felt beneath her fingertips before leaning forward and continuing her journey using her mouth.
Kissing upwards, she continued towards her destination, fingers trailing up the opposing thigh. The woman shifted, a muttered question falling from her lips as she emerged from a dream yet was denied the full lucidity of waking life.
Would she be scared? Realize that someone was in her bed, someone uninvited, and scream? Would she believe someone was assaulting her?
Maze didn't want to explain, didn't want to resort to words and break the illusion that seemed to have been woven through the air.
Instead, she kissed once more, the inner thigh as her fingers reached the sole article of clothing that hid what she planned on pleasuring.
"Wh-what?"
The legs around her tensed as she began to slide the panties down, and the blankets quickly pulled up to allow light to shine in. Mazikeen made eye contact with Chloe just as she had become fed up with the 'slow and sensual' and had torn the underpants enough to get to what she wanted.
Both women froze, the blonde finally coming to her senses and realizing the situation, Maze mere inches from her, now exposed, pussy.
Neither moved, neither breathed until, without so much as looking away, the dark-skinned beauty leaned forward and dragged her tongue over the exposed lips. The woman gasped, hand moving down to the black hair that fell on her things.
"M-Maze…."
"Mhmmmm"
Another slow lick, and the former resident of Hell could already taste the arousal. "I… I'm not supposed to…"
Still the eye contact remained, but Mazikeen allowed for a second of reprieve, "So don't move." She whispered against the dripping cunt, before returning to her task, fingers now spreading the legs she lay between open even farther.
The blonde groaned and settled back against the pillow, fingers now weaving into the silky hair, a name on lips as she threw her head back when the woman found a particularly sensitive area.
Hands moved from where they were spread upon bare leg to slide up a hips, pulling the top covering up as well. The demoness was very visual when it came to sex, and she wanted to see everything her lover had to offer. When a pair of breasts were exposed to the open-air Chloe gasped once more, and Maze traced over hardened nipples before sliding down, caressing the scar that the other had tried to hide.
She halted for a mere moment, just long enough to whisper "Beautiful" against the soaked lips. Then she dove in, tongue sliding into the moist opening and exploring with fevered excitement.
The blonde moaned, fingers tightening, pulling the face deeper into her task, while the rest of her body attempted to remain still. But Mazikeen was observant, she could see every twitching muscle, ever spasm, every attempt to stifle her own bodies pleasure to avoid risks.
Maze hated it, hated that Chloe had been injured, and thus now forced to restrict herself. A full body tremble began and, sensing the approaching orgasm, the dark-skinned woman covered what she had been feasting on and sucked.
Chloe had been forced to bite down on her own lips to stifle her reaction, not to cry out in pleasure as she reached the edge and was thrown off into the sweet oblivion. Her back arched despite her best efforts and pain mixed with pleasure until she finally slumped back onto the bed, out of breath and covered in sweat and other fluids.
"Th-that was…"
"Good?" Maze whispered in curiosity, planting a few more kisses before pulling back and earning a soft laugh from her 'victim.'
"Amazing, next time though I get to taste you."
A purr escaped the woman as she gave a mischievous smirk, then slipped from the covers to leave. It was only a hand that grabbed onto her wrist that stopped her. "Stay? Please. I can't… do too much in return but I would like to feel you."
Mazikeen nodded, before returning and allowing the blonde to help her undress.
The two snuggled up together, naked skin on skin. Just as Chloe began nodding off, she muttered a soft "Mine" into the other's chest where her head now lay.
Without thinking Maze gave a gentle nod in return, "Yours."
***CoS***
It was time, she knew it and Lucifer knew it. She had told him that she wanted the truth, about the shooter, about what had happened the night of her attack, about what Lucifer was involved in, about the question that had been burning in her mind for weeks now.
Words hadn't been needed, she had walked into his study, knocked, and looked him dead in the eye when he had glanced up to meet her gaze. She had been, rather embarrassingly, avoiding him for the most part. She hadn't wanted to deal with the situation that was staring her in the face, didn't want to see what crimes he might be committing or evil he might be capable of. After the night with Mazikeen, however, she had sat down and simply tried to justify actions rather than making assumptions.
The one thing she had concluded was that everyone deserved a chance to explain, to have their evidence and justifications revealed. Thus, she stood in his doorway looking straight into his eyes. Without question he had closed the notebook, stood, and walked towards her, gesturing her towards the nearby elevator.
Once there a small access panel had been opened, his fingerprint scanned, and a second series of buttons became available, all blank. One had been pressed, and the doors closed with a soft ding.
The ride down is silent but calm rather than awkward. There is no conversation because nothing needs said, not because neither knows what to say.
At last, the metal box comes to a halt, and the doors slide open to reveal a dark hallway, the occasional pale light from ceiling bulbs being the only sources of illumination. Though he steps out first, Lucifer does not lead, nor does he follow. They walk together, side by side down the concrete and stone tunnel until they reach a door on the left. Here Lucifer stops at a metal door, one locked from the outside.
He pauses, and looks back to her, this time a question very present in his eyes.
Is she ready?
Chloe isn't quite sure herself. The determination that had been so strong was now wavering. What would she find on the other side? Who would she find? What else would this discovery change? Would it forever shatter her relationship with those she had grown so close to? Would she still be the same person afterwards?
It was her choice to step forward, to slide the heavy lock and push the metal barrier open. Inside was a single chair underneath a flickering bulb, a man sat bound, gagged, and blindfolded to the object.
Chloe instantly recognized the man.
"Malcolm…" she whispered to the silent darkness.
***CoS***
A/N: Next chapter will be less sex, more plot, I promise. Also, as a friendly reminder, make sure you and your partner(s) have safe words before engaging in any roleplaying, especially if it is aggressive or dangerous.