City of Sin
Corruption I
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***CoS***
Two moans chorused in the morning air, sunshine just beginning to peek through the curtains as the sound of flesh against flesh quickened. Her hands pushed down, giving her leverage as she rode harder and faster on his lap, his own fingers tightened against her waist, urging her to continue, to never stop.
"F-fuck"
Her body leaned forward, allowing for faster, but shallower, thrusts up and down his length while she licked and sucked at his collarbone and neck. Her release was approaching quickly, almost too quickly, but in the back of her mind she knew that their morning together needed to end soon.
He sensed it too, and his hips thrust up to meet hers, now becoming an active participant with both his body and hands as he aided in her motions. He would have preferred his mouth on her body, his hands touching all those tender and sensitive areas that he knew better than anyone, but they didn't have the time for such things.
With a savage growl he pulled her down, meeting with his own push upwards while she braced herself, almost hanging onto him as she felt him cum inside of her, pushing her own orgasm into her veins and turning her into a quivering, gasping mess which went boneless and limp a moment later.
The Devil's touch turned gentle, stroking up her sides and making their way to his lover's back as he held her close.
Chloe sighed into his chest. "This is nice." He hummed in agreement, not wanting her to continue to what he knew was coming next. "I need to get up and ready though."
"Do you? Why not call in sick and have a lazy, sex-filled day? I'm sure Mazikeen wouldn't mind."
She laughed, "I'm sure she wouldn't, but us normal, hard-working folk actually need to show up to work to continue having our jobs."
Lucifer wanted to argue that she didn't need to have a job, that his offer still stood, and she could just as easily live with him as royalty for the rest of… well forever most likely. But it was not the time nor the place. He wanted her to have good start to her day, not one that began with sex, leading to an argument and guilt, and then rekindling that stress she had just burned off while riding his cock.
So, he continued pushing a different topic, "She does miss you, along with Eve you know."
Reluctantly, she slid off him and rolled over onto a free spot on the massive bed, "Yeah… yeah, I know, and I miss them too, really I do I just… I need to have my own space Lucifer. I need to have some normalcy right now."
The man nodded in understanding, even if he really didn't. She missed them, enjoyed being at Lux, enjoyed the sex with the many partners at the building, wasn't afraid to at least be fucking him, and showed all signs of being a competent ruler.
Yet she still resisted, still held herself back and chose to live in a crappy apartment working a crappy job that didn't appreciate her.
At the very least she was starting to make these morning 'meetups' rather common. "Why not consider sleeping over? You have been waking up earlier than normal just to be here then to work on time and if you still want to keep your apartment you could, it would just be more convenient for you."
'Plus,' he thought, 'it would give us more time to convince you.'
She slipped from the covers, standing and making her way over to where her work clothes were hung up. If she knew how arousing it was to watch his seed drip from her, she didn't make any sort of indication.
"You know how much I need my own space right now Lucifer, but I'll think about it okay? I might not be in the 'existential crisis' stage of finding out about religion but it doesn't mean I've completely come to grips with it."
He nodded from where he lay, watching her dress and fighting back the urge to help her, or to take the garments back off her. "Dinner tonight?"
This had her pause, and she glanced over at him, her eyes trailing up and down his form and lingering on his hardening erection, much to his delight. "I'll be here."
***CoS***
Chloe still made it to work with time to spare, even stopping for donuts and morning drinks for her and Ella, because if nothing else she was a punctual person, and made her way into the 'bullpen' and towards her desk. Things had settled down in the two weeks since she had returned to work, and while her first few days back had been met with people trying to kiss her ass, figuratively, it had tapered off when her boss, and coworkers, realized that she wasn't going to sue the department or talk shit about their lack of compassion.
This left her relationship with Ella, who was more than happy to kiss her ass, literally.
Malcolm was still missing, as far as the police were concerned even if Chloe knew better, and the fake federal agents were still occasionally seen wandering about attempting to look busy and legitimate.
How they had ever fooled her, the blonde wasn't quite sure, but it was an embarrassing mark on her normally decent skill at reading people. 'Although' she relented, 'they aren't people, so it doesn't really count right?'
The investigation into the missing officer had even slowed down to the point of the occasional whispered conversation or caller seeking some of the reward money. It was her luck that since she still had not been cleared for active duty, she was the unofficial tip line attendant. At first, she felt bad, almost like she was cheating a bit. She knew that no one was ever going to find the man's remains unless Lucifer released them, but after the first five callers had all immediately asked about when they would receive reward money, she felt better about stringing them along.
It had become a bit of a game, pretending to be interested in what they had to say, pushing just the right buttons until their story came apart and they hung up on her. Thus far she had managed to get one woman on the phone for over a half-hour by leading her along, while her shortest record was a twelve-second call from a man claiming to have seen the body itself.
The only thing that was still concerning to her, was Amenadiel and Pierce. Although they seemed to have taken on more of a background presence her last encounter with the man was still burned into her mind. The bastard had not just threatened her but threatened those she cared about.
Lucifer, however, had taken her aside and promised her that it everything would turn out fine. His assurance that the situation was being handled had done some good in alleviating her worries, but she still called to check on Beatrice every day that she wouldn't be seeing her. The Devil had a plan, she knew, but what it was had not been fully explained.
She sighed, it was just another thing that was kept out of her reach, likely to entice her further towards his offer, and it was a tempting offer. The power to truly clean up the crime and corruption when so many others stood by and let terrible things happen? To ensure that her friends were safe? Both seemed almost too good to be true, and that wasn't counting the part that occasionally woke her up at night with intense, sex-filled dreams.
That, however, was something she would need to speak with the others about. Just having Lucifer declare her 'Queen' didn't mean she could claim her friends as lovers away from anyone else.
A nearby shattering drew her, along with the rest of the room's, attention as her ex-husband stood snarling, jabbing a finger into another officer's chest. "How about you just mind your own business huh jackass!?"
The blonde rolled her eyes as the other refused to back down, leading to one of those 'pushing contests' that were so famous among men who wanted to act tough but didn't actually want to get into a fight. Moments later their coworkers intervened, pulling both in opposite directions to allow them a moment to cool off.
It was typical behavior, with the only thing slightly off being how agitated Dan seemed to be lately. So long as he stayed away from her and those she cared about, however, Chloe couldn't give less of a shit about him.
***CoS***
Ella squealed when Chloe walked in, and again when she pulled the bag of donuts and the ridiculously caffeinated sugary drink from behind her back and handed them to her friend.
"You sure know how to treat a girl right," the tech giggled as she pulled a chair over for the blonde to sit in. "So, what's up? Still keeping up your morning exercise routine?"
The blonde laughed gently as she took out her own chocolaty treat, "A nice way to put it, but yes."
"I still don't get why you don't just move in with him. I mean you like him, right? A lot?"
Chloe nodded, "You know I do."
"And the sex is amazing?"
Another nod.
"And he's like… freaking perfect?"
This time the blonde sighed, it felt like she was the only one not diving headfirst into the relationship, even those who weren't directly involved. Then again, "Ella… can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why are you okay with this? I mean with being involved with someone who's in a relationship?"
The Latino girl shrugged, "It's hard to explain. I mean sex with him was amazing, sex with you is amazing, and just being involved, having friends, being… cared about is amazing."
"You don't want something more though? Something that is just yours?" She wasn't sure if the other woman understood what she was saying, Hell she barely understood, but the message seemed to have gotten across.
"Do I want to be in a steady relationship? I mean I wouldn't say no, but I'm not looking for one right now. I like what we have, I like how easy it is and how there aren't expectations or timetables. I like not feeling bad for flirting with an exotic dancer and then eating her best friend out an hour later."
That comment had Chloe choking a bit, but not as much as it once would have. "And if you did find someone?"
This, finally, seemed to have caused the lab tech to pause, "I don't know, I'd like to think nothing would change between us, that whoever I would find would understand and accept this."
The detective nodded, hoped so as well.
***CoS***
The man growled in anger, before throwing the papers off the desk, ignoring the fact it wasn't his desk and that he had probably just made someone's day considerably more difficult. To him, though, this wasn't even important enough to consider.
Dan Espinoza was pissed, very pissed. Everything seemed be falling apart and he wasn't sure how to get it back on track. His partner was still missing, either kidnapped or having fled town. The Federal agents were dragging their feet on both his future employment and the investigation he had put his neck on the line for. Chloe was, as far as he could tell, still acting like a whore, and Charlotte had been avoiding his calls for the past couple of weeks.
He needed to relieve some stress, but every avenue seemed to have been closed off to him. Even the usual bars and clubs that he would have ventured to in the past either pushed to have him leave early, while the 'entertainment' was conveniently busy, or flat out deny him entrance.
Once, several days prior, he had finally had enough and pulled the 'police business' card that had allowed him and Malcolm into so many of the 'V.I.P.' areas he had only dreamed about in his days as a rookie. The club owner had laughed in response, telling him to either get a warrant or piss off.
They both knew he couldn't. No judge, no matter how crooked, was going to sign a search warrant just to get a low-ranking police detective laid.
There was still the option of finding a prostitute, but that thought made him scowl. He shouldn't be paying for sex. He wasn't some gross old man or perv after all. He was fit, good looking, had a stable job, and connections. The problem wasn't him it was just the lack of opportunity.
It was just a dry period, that was all. Once he settled this case with the two agents he would be on the rise once more, move to a different city and leave all this shit behind him.
***CoS***
Chloe Decker wasn't angry, she wasn't. The blonde detective was just a bit… annoyed was all. She had made plans with Beatrice over a week ago and had just received a text from the woman saying that she had a date and had to bail.
The woman assured herself that it was because her friend was canceling plans last minute, that her slight annoyance had nothing to do with her best friend going out on a date with some guy.
Because she was happy for Beatrice, the woman deserved the best and if that was some loser that she found that made her happy then so be it. Chloe was certainly not jealous in anyway, because if she were then it would make her a massively bitchy hypocrite for being involved in a relationship and having sex with several other people on the side.
And Chloe Decker was not a hypocrite. But she was irritated enough that she didn't want to spend the evening home by herself. Ella was working late on a case, which left Lux.
Pulling into the parking deck she barely even registered how easily she now parked in one of the secured private areas before heading to the guarded elevator, not even bothering to flash ID.
As she stepped into the elevator the woman allowed her mind to wander in an effort to calm down. It was amazing how much had changed in her life in such a short amount of time. She had gone from social outcast who spent most of her free time by herself to walking into one of the most prestigious clubs in the country with the intent of probably having sex.
The first destination was the penthouse, where she could most reliably find Lucifer. Oddly enough he wasn't present, neither in his office nor in the bedroom where she had more than once found him with some of the patrons.
That should also bother her, the idea of him fucking some random women whenever he wanted but considering her own indulgences it was hardly fair to pass blame, she mused as she headed back into the elevator to try the club floor.
Plus, there was the fact she had begun to find it a bit arousing, walking into the sounds of some slut moaning his name.
She snorted just as the doors opened with a light chime. Colored lights flashed from the ceiling, the music boomed in her chest, and as she stepped out, she looked down from the raised walkway onto the faceless individuals dancing below.
They were more like a mob than a group of individuals, sweating in clothing too revealing and too tight for any purpose other than gaining attention. When she had first walked into Lux it had been overwhelming, now it felt almost like home.
She didn't see her boyfriend though and frowned at the thought of him working late. He rarely did such a thing, only when it was something incredibly important that couldn't wait, usually involving illegal or supernatural activity.
"Lucifer isn't here right now." A voice called out, just loud enough that she could hear it over the bass. Turning, the blonde spotted Mazikeen walking up towards her, typical leather covering what little she deemed necessary.
Chloe nodded in acknowledgement, "Any idea where he is or when he'll be back?"
The woman seemed to tense up, gaze shifting away as if in guilt. Ah, he had probably instructed her not to say. Before the demoness could go through any further internal conflict the detective held up her hand, "It's fine Maze, I'm not here to test your loyalties. If Lucifer doesn't want me to know right now, then I'll just ask him some other time."
This earned her a sigh of relief as the dark-skinned woman relaxed a bit and joined her in leaning on the handrails to watch those below. For a moment Chloe considered simply going down onto the floor, just letting go and seeing where the tide took her. All those bodies pressing up against each other, wandering hands, groping fingers. It was enticing, thrilling, and terrifying all at once.
If someone had told her six months prior that she would be considering going into a such a group and letting herself touch and be touched in such a way she would have laughed in their face, and probably found something to arrest them for.
"I thought you had plans tonight?"
The voice once again ripped her from whatever pit her mind had been falling into, and she gave a shrug to the other woman's question, "Did, but Beatrice has a date." Okay, maybe she was a bit angry, based on how she had spat the word out like poison on her lips. She immediately laughed afterwards. "I really am pathetic, aren't I?"
"Why do you think that?" Maze pressed, humor lacking in her voice.
"She's my best friend, I should be happy that she is going out, having a good time, dating and looking for someone special. I shouldn't even consider that she is just going to be at my beck and call, ready for sex whenever I want it but denying herself the rest of the time."
This time it was Mazikeen who shrugged, "Why not? You're a queen after all, that's part of her role in your harem. She is yours."
The emphasis had a shiver trailing down the blonde's spine, but she shook it off, "I'm not a queen though, remember? And I can't just say 'Oh Beatrice in case you didn't know I am royalty now and you are my sex toy so stop dating other people and spend your time in my bed'."
"Sounds exactly like something a queen would say. Besides, you basically are, even if you haven't declared it. You already have the mindset for it, Chloe, you just need to stop running from it."
She turned to look into the bartender's eyes, "You think so?"
Mazikeen returned the stare, "I'm a demon Chloe. We don't think, we know."
***CoS***
Charlotte knew there would be consequences, knew that her small part in events would eventually come back to bite her, but never in a million years would she have considered it to be this. She had returned from a short bathroom break to find a manilla envelope on her desk, in her locked office. There were no signs of breaking and entering, and the only ones with keys were herself and in the executive office inside of a locked safe.
Perhaps that was a message in and of itself, a sort of 'We can get to you whenever, wherever, we want' type of thing.
After ignoring the twentieth call from her on and off toy, and Decker's ex, she had sat down and cautiously opened the sealed object, finding a packet of paper inside. It was, more or less, a legal document, and read like one safe for the fact it was blatantly simplified and without loopholes or legal jargon.
The lawyer poured herself another glass of alcohol before downing it in one gulp. If she agreed it would likely be the end of her career, the end of her normal life, of any future she had expected to have.
If she didn't then it would be the end of her life anyway, only in a much more painful, and permanent, manner.
Imprisonment, slavery, torture, mutilation, death, the outcome wasn't clear, but what was clear was that it would not be pleasant in anyway. Charlotte sighed, the only choice was to agree, obviously, but it was still the ultimate surrender.
She would be, for all intents and purposes, Chloe Decker's slave. If the woman told her to do something, she had to do it, if she hinted at a desire, Charlotte would need to do her best to fulfill, if she spread her legs and pointed, the lawyer would be expected to give it her all to pleasure her.
"Property…" she muttered, "I'm going to be her fucking property."
That, or she could take her chances. She could run, clear out her bank accounts, max out her credit cards, change her identity, get plastic surgery, and be out of the country in a week at most. But would it be enough? Morningstar had already shown he could reach her anywhere in the country and was probably having her followed. Could she even attempt to flee without him finding out? Would doing so immediately enact the refusal terms of the contract? Would an unmarked van pull up alongside her the second she stepped out of her car at her destination only for her to disappear to be never seen again?
Fuck
Fucking fuckity fuck.
Put on a collar and be a rival's bitch, or be sent to the pound and put down?
Either option did not sit well with her. True, Decker was a police officer, but she was still a woman and her own actions hadn't made any warm and fuzzy feelings between them. For all she knew the other blonde would be pimping her out to anyone and everyone.
Would it be any worse than what other fate may befall her should she refuse?
The woman swore once again, if only Morningstar had given her a third option. She would have gladly just sold out all her clients and left the country if he so much as hinted at it.
But no, during their one meeting the man had directly told her there were only two options, and here, in black and white, they were.
***CoS***
The woman she currently had pinned to the wall let out a whimper, stroking the fire that had been building inside of her ever since she had arrived at Lux. A part of her had wanted to go down onto the main floor, wanted to experience what it would be like to just throw caution into the wind. But enough of her logic and reasoning had remained to redirect these urges onto a far more convenient target, namely the woman whose skin she was currently tasting.
Mazikeen tasted good, very good, it was a flavor Chloe couldn't exactly put her finger on. Was it because of the woman's origins? Because of her nature? Probably, but she was a bit too preoccupied indulging herself on the woman's stomach to inquire further.
This woman, this demon, was lust incarnate, maybe even more so than Lucifer. There wasn't anything tame about her, nothing slow or sensual. She was passion, aggression, and desire all rolled up into a form that just begged to be touched and devoured.
Another gasp from above made Chloe wonder why she hadn't pulled the woman into a private room and begin molesting her sooner. Sure, they had a few encounters, but even the first time hadn't just been them exclusively.
Her mouth continued south, tongue tracing the waistband of her pants. She wanted to draw this out, but at the same time wanted the woman moaning her name. Chloe's hands reached around and squeezed the sculpted ass, hard, before fingers found what they needed and pulled pants down in a single motion.
No panties beneath meant she was able to push apart the chocolate thighs and draw a long, slow, trail across the soaked lips.
"F-f-f-fuck!"
The blonde didn't bother hiding her grin, and glanced up, wanting to see Mazikeen's face when she came, wanted to see the pleasure etched onto it.
Instead, she saw something else, something that froze her entire body. It was a different face that was laying back against the wall with eyes closed, panting in pleasure.
The skin seemed darker now than before, but looked rough and cracked, with red symbols origination from her eyes and lips. These markings almost seemed to resemble tree roots, growing and thinning out as they spread on her skin. The white teeth now gleamed inside of a darker mouth, sharp and dangerous, while her tongue, from what the detective could tell, was longer. When she finally opened her eyes again Chloe noticed that those too, had changed. They were now clearly amber in hue, like a fire still burned inside.
Noticing the lack of action, Maze looked down and saw the confusion in the blonde's eyes, "What's…" she stopped immediately, eyes widening as she turned her head and looked away. "Sorry, sorry hold on a second I'll just…"
Chloe had already stood though, hands gently touching the demoness' face, "Does it hurt?"
"No, no it's just… this is what I look like. Demons are from Hell Chloe, we weren't made to be pretty."
The fingers that had been gentle became demanding and turned the altered head back to face her, "You're beautiful." She pushed forward, forcing their lips together as she tried to have the other understand just how she felt.
Mazikeen moaned into it, rough lips rubbing against the soft ones of a human. At one point the demon whimpered out her name, and Chloe slid down her body once more to continue lapping at the soaked sex.
She teased, licking around the edges until her 'victim' was begging for attention, and then dove in. Chloe wanted to see whether a demon tasted the same inside as out, and as her tongue slipped inside, she heard the strangest, and most delectable, sounds emanating from the woman whose pussy she was devouring.
When a pair of hands wove into her hair, pulling desperately forward, the blonde followed without hesitation, earning feminine juices erupting from the woman, running down her face as she let out a growl. She continued to play for a few more moments, gently licking and tasting before standing back up, grinning at the look of debauchery on Maze's face.
"So, how far does this natural look of yours go?"
***CoS***
"Well?" The cursed man grumbled out an answer, which earned him a frown from the Angel-in-disguise. "What was that?"
"I said that we didn't find anything."
Amenadiel's face twitched, and he barely withheld a sneer of disappointment. This was the fourth warehouse owned by his brother that they had investigated and yet had yet to find anything of any criminal nature. Lucifer was the Devil, everything he did should reek of crime and sin.
Yet for the most part all they could find were normal supplies that would go in clubs. Storage for various holiday or party events, or materials destined for one of his other businesses.
His brother was smart, the dark-skinned man knew this, but he never dreamed that the monster would be this meticulous and careful. And why should he? With the situation in Heaven, he had essentially been given free reign over Earth. None of the others attempted to stop him, attempted to intervene. It was only by his older brother's command that he had taken the necessary steps.
"Check again."
Cain frowned, "I already checked, twice. My people are good at their jobs Amenadiel, if there was anything to find it would have been found."
The Angel wearily rubbed at his eyes. They were getting no where slowly. Lucifer was far too good at covering his tracks, none of their intel had gotten them anywhere, Detective Espinoza was borderline useless, and the one person that he had hoped could provide them with aid seemed to be the wariest of his goals.
Why couldn't Decker just understand that they were on the correct path?
He contemplated, not for the first time, revealing to her the truth about his sibling's nature, but dismissed the idea. Humans couldn't comprehend what they were and attempting to force such an understanding would likely just turn her into a drooling mess.
"We could force her hand."
The suggestion earned the full attention of the Angelic warrior. Apparently, Cain knew what thoughts consumed him. "I was hoping that the mere threat would be enough."
Shaking his head, the murderer gave a huffed response, "I told you it wouldn't be, not for a cop. Some random civilian maybe, but not someone who is trained to deal with a gun in their face."
Amenadiel knew this, of course, but had been hoping that the woman would have seen the light after being exposed to Lucifer's pit of sin and obscenity. "Then what do you suggest?"
Although Cain shrugged, the Angel had a feeling that the man knew exactly what he was going to say next. "Like I said, force her hand."
***CoS***
A/N: I changed Mazikeen's demon appearance, because the whole 'half burned off half normal' thing is stupid to me. Why would a demon created in Hell have half a human face? I'll likely be exploring this form more later, along with Lucifer's as well.
So just out of curiosity, don't read too much into this, but how does everyone feel about Futanari content? I certainly don't need to include it and if people don't like it I won't, but the idea seemed conveniently easy to shove in there, pun not intended.