City of Sin
Damnation III
***Once more, I own nothing of the show Lucifer or comics etc. ***
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Warnings: Rape roleplay, sacrilegious/blasphemous talk, and mentions of torture contained in this chapter.
***CoS***
A breathy moan escaped her lips as fingers wove into the hair belonging to her best friend. "Right there" Chloe purred out, hands pulling the head in closer, tongue deeper into her sex. The hum that accompanied her motion was a welcomed one, and earned a moan as her legs twitched, eager to wrap around the body currently nestled between them.
Nearby a whimper earned a small sliver of her attention and the blonde turned her head just enough to watch the other couple.
And what a sight it was, she had figured that Azrael would be a bit eager, but it looked more like the angel was trying to devour her friend. Ella thrashed and moaned while the other woman's head was completely buried into her cunt, not even bothering to come up for air. Instead, it was the sounds of licking, sucking, practically slobbering.
Really, they should probably go over the idea of restraint at some point, or at least she considered doing so until a very talented tongue slid into her and had her eyes rolling back into her head with a gasp.
Still, this was fun, not just the double date but the pseudo foursome in her bed afterwards. It had been a tad surprising that Ella was the one to suggest it, but she was more than happy to go along with the idea.
When her Latino friend had been the to practically push the archangel into a wall and start making out with her, however, it had only fueled the flames that had been building up ever since her public fun with Beatrice.
As they say, 'one thing led to another'.
"Rae, Rae, Rae, Rae…" her friend gasped, before she began trembling and shaking fingers tightening into the blanket as she rode out her orgasm.
Chloe had been a bit worried that such a sight might spur on her own jealousy, but instead it had warmed her heart. Ella didn't have enough intimacy in her life, and so to watch someone so focused on her for a change was a welcomed sight.
Yet despite her friend's climax Azrael didn't seem to be slowing down, if anything she seemed to be in a sort of frenzy now, hands frantically touching every inch of skin, and if the sounds were any indication her oral ministrations only increased.
It was enough for Chloe to push back on her own lover for a moment, before reaching over to yank on the girl's hair, painfully.
The Archangel pulled back, anger flashing into her eyes which immediately flickered out of existence when faced with the blonde's own glare, "Human's need a break sometimes." To further emphasize her point the detective gestured towards Ella, who looked as if she had nearly passed out, earning a wince and whispered apology from the angel.
"It's fine just… be more aware of what's going on with her rather than just yourself hm?"
Her command earned an embarrassed nod, which was about to be followed up by further suggestions when a hand pushed Chloe back down onto the bed, "Perfect, that means we can swap, and you can get some experience."
Preparing to protest, the blonde was silenced by the hilarious sight of Beatrice grabbing the literal Angel of Death and pulling her over before pushing her down into the position she had been in moments prior. "You agreed to be Chloe's, right? Might as well get used to eating her out now like the good little slut you are."
There was clear hesitation in the woman's face and body language, but before the blonde could comment the angel did as commanded, lowering her head and taking a slow lick between her legs.
Letting out a moan, she leaned back watching as the reluctance slowly faded into a similar fanaticism as when she had devoured her friend.
Licking, sucking, kissing, tasting, Azrael went overboard on all of these and more, pressing deeper into the blonde's exposed pussy as if she was a woman dying of thirst, not that the object of her desire seemed to mind.
Chloe's fingers wove into her hair, pulling her deeper, more forcefully into the appointed task.
Vaguely, she was aware of a whispered conversation between the two other women nearby, but with her attention focused on the tongue currently pushing its way into her cunt she only made out bits and pieces.
Beatrice asking whether Ella was jealous.
Ella replying how hot it was.
Beatrice suggesting the sixty-nine position to pass the time.
Ella agreeing and suggesting a four-way later.
The detective began suspecting that Azrael would fit in just fine, especially if the way she sped up just a bit at the suggestion was any indication.
***CoS***
"So, how far does this whole 'immortality' thing go?"
Lucifer grinned as the trio walked down the concrete hallway, he had been a tad worried at first, thinking Chloe wouldn't be as interested as the two former residents of Hell were hoping in dealing with Cain.
Oh, how wrong they had been. Neither realized that it just hadn't been Chloe's style. She liked to draw things out, really think about the situation rather than going in guns blazing.
He should have realized from the start this would be how she chose revenge. It was the same with her ex-husband after all, cold, calculating, and perfect for a queen.
"Heightened regeneration." Mazikeen replied, skimming through some notes that had been given to her by another demon when they entered the subterranean passageway. "At a cellular, possibly even molecular level. It appears it works on the principal of his current state and keeps him alive and functioning despite damage. Not just that but it attempts to preserve the state. Even if something is completely removed it reforms from whatever is nearby. Cut off a limb it grows back. Burn the wound closed and it still regrows. We've even sawed him completely in half and everything just goes back to normal."
The blonde nodded in understanding, face barely betraying any emotion. "What about removal?"
"Same, took everything in his chest cavity out and it all grew back."
"Timing?"
This question had The Devil a bit confused. Why would she care about something as trivial as regeneration rates?
The shuffling of papers was heard as Maze frowned, looking for the information. "Looks like they didn't precisely time it… the useless idiots. But they estimated between a few minutes from minor injuries to a few hours for major."
Chloe said nothing, and both supernatural entities assumed there was something going on in her mind with the information, some plan that was forming and being edited. Finally, they reached the destination, a large, heavy, metal door which not only had two guards but also a security system.
The two standing at either side saluted and were promptly ignored by the new arrivals. "What are you thinking my dear?"
Walking up to a monitor which showed the inside of the cell, the blonde tapped idly on the wall in consideration. "That this isn't productive. We aren't getting anything out of this situation."
"Except for entertaining the newbies." The demoness noted, earning a twitch of the human's lips as she fought a smile.
"Except that," she agreed, "but there is something we could be getting."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he thought of all the possible options. They could probably make money somehow from the body parts but…
"What shape are his organs in?"
The answer hit him like a truck, and he allowed a grin to form on his own lips. "Pristine"
Chloe turned, and the wicked smile present sent shivers of excitement through the others. "There is such a long wait list for organs. It would be a crime not to use a renewable source for the betterment of everyone."
***CoS***
A pair of clawed hands grabbed her jacket, tossing her from where she had stepped into the room across and onto her bed. It was dark, lit only by a few lights and the moon from outside. Before she could let make a sound, much less speak in protest, the creature was on her, leaping from where it had stood and pinning her down.
Whatever forced its way into her mouth was long and dexterous, too much of both to be a tongue and yet the texture was similar. She was trapped, struggling until the sound of clothing being torn filled the air.
Her eyes shot open, widening as she beheld the demonic creature above her and felt the cold breeze on bare skin previously clad only moments prior.
There was movement in the background, something else was in the room, but she couldn't make out what it was due to the entity still crouched over her like a predator. The woman began falling into a lust-filled haze, edges of her vision blurring as what few thoughts she had narrowed in on the thing dominating her torso, her sight, her mouth.
Another pair of hands, clearly belonging to something else based on the texture and heat of its skin, found her waist, drawing circles for a moment before tearing what little clothing she still had off her body.
She was naked now, exposed to these two monsters which seemed to view her only as a meal to be consumed, a body to be used, flesh to be coveted.
The figure on her torso pulled back, but before she could even consider what to question it shifted forward, and then its dripping cunt was in her face, pushing down onto her mouth, grinding into her.
It smelled, reeked of sex. The juices coated her face with a flavor she couldn't name even if she tried and though a portion of her brain feared what might happen if she interacted further, she couldn't help herself from lapping greedily at the orifice.
She tasted just as wonderful as she smelled.
Then she felt her legs being pushed apart, something large and hard rubbing against her own swollen pussy. "W-wait" she mumbled into the creature above her, but her plea was drowned out by a moan of demonic ecstasy.
Whatever it was standing between her legs thrust forward, and she gasped as the cock entered her mercilessly filling her tunnel until it bottomed out, stretching her in both pain and bliss. Despite her own arousal she wasn't ready when it pulled back before slamming back in, the head pushing against her womb as it began fucking her with a frenzy, each thrust bouncing both her body and seemingly the one straddling her face as well.
The demon above gripped her hair, pulling up as if to encourage her tongue deeper into its moistened slit. Struggling to catch her breath between the hammering blows she did her best to oblige, but often found her attempts a bit lacking, and a growl from above told her that the creature did as well.
"Get to it you little slut." It commanded in a warped, twisted voice. "Eat that pussy like your life depends on it. You just love how demons' taste don't you? Such a desperate little whore. I bet you can't wait for The Devil to breed you, fill you up with his tainted seed, put a demonic baby into your womb." She moaned, practically tongue-fucking the female, who shuddered in delight at the renewed vigor. "That's it, give in to what your body wants, worship me rather than your pathetic religion. My cunt, his cock, they are your holy texts now, begging us to fuck you are your new prayers. You'll have the anti-Christ in your belly soon, giving birth to the end of humanity, and then we will give you to the other demons as a plaything. Watching as they fuck and defile you for the rest of eternity."
She tried to withhold the whimper as the thrusts became harsher, faster, and deep down she knew The Devil was about to cum, was about to impregnate her, turn her into its personal breeding toy. The woman knew she should be revolted, but instead found her own climax mere moments away.
"That's it, wrap your legs around him, pull him deep into you." The demon commanded, and the blonde obeyed. Moments later, following a particularly hard thrust, she felt a searing heat flood her body as she quivered and shook with her own orgasm.
Above the demoness cried out, its own fluids splashing across her face and into her mouth, forcing her to drink the results of her own tongue.
Afterwards the room was filled with deep breaths, and Maze quickly shuffled off of the blonde's face, checking her over for bruises or any other injuries while her legs slowly unwrapped from Lucifer's body.
"Are you okay? We didn't hurt you, did we?"
The almost frantic concern coming from the one who had been previously riding her face caused a grin to form on the blonde's, "I'm fine Maze, although a kiss would be nice."
The demoness grinned, showing off the sharpened teeth of her 'real form' before leaning in and obliging. Meanwhile, Lucifer gently stroked up and down the blonde, hands bringing a warm, soothing comfort.
"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?"
Breaking the kiss Chloe slowly sat up. She was definitely sore, but nothing she didn't expect from how hard they had agreed upon. "No, I'm alright. I'll probably walk a bit funny for a day or two, but it was definitely worth it."
Lucifer walked up to her other side, hand trailing over bare skin as he did so. "You are beautiful Chloe."
A giggle escaped her lips, "Even covered in her cum while yours drips out of me? Doesn't seem like an image a queen should have."
He shook his head even as she looked over his nude body, finally being able to see all of him as he truly was. "You are the very essence of royalty to me and everyone else."
***CoS***
She wasn't quite sure why she was going through with it. Maybe it was for 'old times sake', or some small part of her did pity him. Hell, maybe she just wanted some final closure. Whatever the reason was, Chloe Decker found herself sitting at a plain-white table in a gray room devoid of most other things.
Minutes ticked by, and for a few of them she wondered if this was one last power play by the man. One last 'see I knew you cared and could take orders,' from the asshole. If that were the case she was going to ensure that whatever remained of his life was beyond painful.
But just as she had stood to leave the buzzer sounded, and the opposing door slid open as a guard walked in, bringing along another man currently in cuffs and an orange jumpsuit.
Her ex-husband looked more than a little worse for wear. Dark circles were evident under his eyes, his hair looked like it was thinning, and even the baggy outfit could not hide the obvious signs of weight loss.
Who could blame the blonde for feeling a small amount of glee at his expense?
"Alright Espinoza, you have ten minutes." the larger man growled, before glancing over in her direction for a moment. It looked as though he was preparing to say something, though whether it was inappropriate or not she wasn't interested, and merely gave him a glare that sent an obvious shiver through his body as he turned and practically fled the room.
Her gaze shifted back to the man, who now had no means of easy escape, but still cowered under it regardless.
"What do you want Dan?"
He looked torn between wanting to sit down or pace around the room. As she crossed her arms in annoyance, he settled for fidgeting uncomfortably, "I... I uh..."
"I don't have all time to hang around with convicts, spit it out."
"I'm being framed!"
She stared at him for a moment, wondering what she should say. Perhaps it should involve flipping the situation around and saying that all the evidence pointed towards him, like he used to do with a case. She debated laughing in his face. Chloe even contemplated agreeing with him and telling him the truth in a sort of 'evil mastermind' type of deal.
Instead, she rolled her eyes and sat back down in her chair, "Framed Dan, really? And what exactly were you framed for hm?"
Seeing as she at least appeared to be willing to hear him out the man quickly took a seat as well, leaning forward as if they were being watched and recorded, which to be fair they very well could have been. She had mentioned her errand to Lucifer being departing so there was about a fifty-fifty chance the guards were either too afraid to record her, or that they were just in case her ex made any threats.
His voice dipped down to a conspiratorial whisper, "Everything. I swear I didn't do any of it Chloe, you have to believe me!"
She stared back, her eyes hardening to steel, "The bruise on Beatrice's face?"
The wince he replied with was both satisfying, and enraging. "I... it wasn't..."
"Wasn't what Dan? Let's hear it, why don't you tell me how she tripped and fell, or maybe it was just an accident right? You didn't mean to hit her in the face, you just got angry and blacked out, or maybe you were drunk at the time. How about you use the best excuse you can think of to explain it all away and try to get some sympathy like always."
Her hands were gripped the table now, knuckles completely white with the force she was applying. He practically whimpered in response, earning a snarl before she caught herself and pulled back, unaware she had been leaning across the table due to rage.
A few deep breaths later and she had calmed both her mind and heart rate down to acceptable levels.
"Okay..." he muttered in defeat, earning a snort from the woman, "Okay you're right, I did do that, but that's it. I didn't kill Malcolm, I didn't..."
"Spy on me? Let me guess, you weren't working for those fake federal agents either right? Weren't manipulating evidence or cutting corners on cases. Oh, you probably didn't know your little buddy was corrupt either, right?"
Shame covered his face once more, and Chloe shook her head in disgust. "So, you did do what they said you did, you are just denying one thing instead of everything like most criminals."
"I-I'm not a criminal!" Dan protested, face turning red from both anger and embarrassment, "I told you I'm being framed, I don't belong here!"
The blonde stared back at him, before slowly shaking her head, "You mean you don't belong in here for that one thing. You would still be in prison Dan, if not for assault than for all the other bullshit you've pulled."
Finally, the truth seemed to hit him full force, and he went back to fidgeting in his chair, "You... I need you help Chloe. It isn't safe for me in here, not for a cop. Fighting back the urge to make a comment about how he was barely a cop even when he was employed, the blonde remained silent for a moment, before letting out a sigh.
"Even if I did believe you Dan, and considering everything else that is a big 'if', what do you want me to do about it? It isn't like they have a shady witness and circumstantial evidence, they found they body and murder weapon both on property listed as yours. If anything this is exactly they type of 'open shut case' you would brag about."
His head dropped, and for a moment Chloe almost felt sorry for him.
Almost, but then she remembered her friend's bruises and any sympathy quickly went up in flames.
"Do... do you think you could... I mean I know you and Ella are close so maybe you could misplace some of the..."
She didn't even wait to hear the rest of what he was proposing. Even in the end all he wanted was for her to break the law and put not only her freedom, but also another innocent person's, at risk. Maybe, maybe, she would have considered doing him a minor favor if he had pleaded, if it looked like he was genuinely remorseful for what he had done.
But not now.
The movement that had her standing from the table seemed to shock the man even as she shook her head. "No"
"Chloe..."
"I said no Dan. I'm not going to lose evidence, intimidate witnesses, make bribes, sleep with a prosecutor, or whatever fucking else you think might get the case thrown out. The fact you are asking me to break the law just makes you more guilty in my eyes. Good luck with the rest of your life."
With that she turned and walked back towards her exit, signaling the guard even as her ex-husband protested and begged her to come back.
Never again
***CoS***
"Are you sure about this?"
The older blonde nodded, she had seen how her 'owner' had acted upon her return, having been by to discuss a few more things with Ella by coincidence. From there she had overheard the rest of the story.
Going to visit their joint 'lover' in jail one last time, being asked to break the law for the asshole, telling him to shove it up his ass... she was upset, even after closing the book on that chapter of her life.
So Charlotte had made her proposal, and although it sounded like some big sacrifice on her part it really wasn't. She had been having dreams about this for some time now, and what better moment to do a bit of indulgence than when your mistress needed to indulge as well?
"I don't want you doing this just because I had a bad day."
Before the lawyer could reply there was a snort from nearby, "Oh please, I've seen women like this before, she isn't doing this out of the goodness of her heart, she wants this. Wants to be used like the cheap little whore she is. She wants to be degraded, called names, used." Mazikeen taunted from nearby, before walking over and grabbing a fistful of the older woman's hair, giving it a pull backwards to expose her throat and earn a gasp from the victim. "See my queen? She isn't asking me to stop, isn't crying, or pleading. She's fucking aroused. The little bitch is probably soaking her panties right now at the thought of what's to come, aren't you whore?"
Charlotte wanted to deny it, but the look in the black woman's eyes told her all she needed to know.
Mazikeen knew how aroused she was about being handled in such a way, knowing exactly what she had asked for. The only response she could give was a nod.
"See?" the demoness said with a grin, "She wants it, I say we give it to her. Get everybody together for a good old-fashioned gangbang."
There was still a bit of hesitation in Chloe's eyes, before she noticed the excitement in Charlotte's. "Alright, get the toys."
***CoS***
"So… who is this again?" Beatrice inquired conversationally as she finished adjusting her harness. "I mean, don't get me wrong I'm all for it I just would like to know how rough we are supposed to be."
Eve shrugged, "I know she's Ella's lawyer and connected to Chloe but that's it."
"Rough." Came the almost growled response from the nearby scientist. "Hard and rough, make her scream."
The other two gaped a bit in shock at the normally happy and lovable woman's rage. Maze, on the other hand, merely grinned. "Just because she helped out Ella a bit doesn't excuse the rest of her crimes. She was the one who broke up our queen's marriage through adultery. Now I mean yes, the guy was a grade A douche who hit Trixie here but that's beside the point. She was a defense attorney who got scumbags off the hook. We are taking turns fucking her for a reason, and it isn't to be nice."
Pausing for a moment, the dancer nodded before tightening one of the straps just a bit. "Good enough for me."
Once finished, the four walked into the next room, wearing various versions of 'dominatrix garb' and strapons prominently displayed. Lucifer and Chloe were seated on two chairs, the resemblance to thrones missing none. The only other individual present was the intended 'victim' who, other than a blindfold, was completely nude and down on all fours.
Mazikeen, wearing a leather corset and sporting the largest, solid black, dildo licked her lips before advancing on the blonde. Upon reaching her she grabbed the woman's face, lifting it up and dragged her tongue across her lips.
Then she frowned, "Disgusting." Came the snarled response, before she spat into the woman's mouth, and forced Charlotte down to where her plastic erection waited. "Had to lube you up a bit bitch, trust me, you don't want me starting at a different hole."
With a moan, followed by a gag, the lawyer began working on the toy with her mouth while the others began to encircle her like wolves preparing to tear apart a meal.
Ella quickly made her way to the woman's rear, filling the room with a slap as she left a red hand imprint on the woman's ass. She almost felt bad, until she noticed just how soaked the woman's cunt was. While she didn't have anything as sexy as Beatrice or Maze, she instead chose to wear a 'cute' dress which ended in a skirt far too short to be acceptable in public without something else covering her lower half. Her 'weapon of choice' was purple and had been ordered over a year prior when she had stumbled upon a website specializing in 'unique' sex toys.
Hence the knot at the base, looking like it belonged on a werewolf or monster rather than a human. The tip entered without resistance, and it was only the memories of how helpful the woman had been during her own crisis that stopped her from ramming completely inside and tearing the slut's pussy apart. Instead, she eased in slowly, while hers wasn't as large as the one occupying her mouth, it was still bigger than others.
Gripping the woman's hips, she pulled back before slamming in, stopping only at the large bulge that would undoubtedly require the most adjustment to. With that she began fucking the woman in earnest, almost growling at the pace as she adjusted her stance for a better angle.
So lost in the motion was the technician, that she barely noticed the small bottle of lube entering her vision and being emptied onto the woman's ass, followed by a pair of fingers that began working it into the unused hole.
Beatrice grinned as she watched the smaller girl 'go to town' and continued preparing the unused portion of the whore's body they were abusing. Glancing over she noticed Eve was standing nearby, still a bit unsure of herself. "Are you okay?" she questioned softly, earning a hesitant nod from the woman.
"Just… not really much of a 'dominant' person."
The dancer nodded in understanding. Even the woman's outfit screamed more of submission than control. While her own had plenty of fishnet covering her legs, midriff, and upper chest her breasts and crotch still had solid black cloth for decency. Her strapon was the most realistic of the four, complete with skin-like balls and, although large, relatively normal proportions.
Eve, on the other hand, had on white negligee, just sheer enough one could make out anything underneath if they focused. "This isn't meant to make anyone uncomfortable." Trixie insisted, despite the growled "Take it you fucking slut" from Mazikeen as she grabbed the woman's head and began face-fucking her. "I'm sure Lucifer and Chloe wouldn't mind if you gave them some attention instead. There's no shame in sticking with what you are good at, I promise."
Taking the advice, she looked over to where Lucifer and Chloe sat, and noticed the blonde whispering something into the man's ear, eyes never moving from the show. The Devil tilted his head a bit, an indication he was debating something, before nodding.
Then her queen pointed at her, and gestured with one finger to approach, which Eve happily did.
"You aren't excited." It wasn't a question, more of a statement, and although there was no reprimand to be heard in her tone the immortal woman still nodded sullenly. "I'm sorry Eve, I thought this would be a good way to help you get out of your comfort zone a bit but maybe it was too fast. How about you just stay with us. You can sit in Lucifer's lap and ride him for a bit, okay?"
A shy smile was her answer, and as the man pulled his cock out into the open the blonde woman gently stroked her face, giving her soft praises as she did so.
It was so easy to love her queen, to want to give her everything in the world, to worship the very ground she walked on. She wasn't like Lucifer, though not in a bad way, but was so gentle when she wanted to be, so compassionate it almost hurt to receive her full attention.
Eve wanted to break down and cry, wanted to tell her she wasn't worth the kindness or love. Wanted to be degraded and hurt as punishment for all the mistakes she had made. Instead, she was pulled in for a kiss to lips so soft she felt tears forming in her eyes. A hand stroked her back, making its way to her hips and she knew her lord was ready for her body.
But part of her wanted to stay with the blonde, wanted to continue whatever it was that she was being gifted.
Unfortunately, the blonde pulled back, brushing the hair from her eyes with a soft smile, "You're so beautiful Eve. Not just physically but emotionally, and spiritually."
It was enough for the time, and she whispered out a thanks as she backed onto the hardened length, feeling it slide into her body and letting out a gasp.
"Good girl, look at you, taking him so deep into your body."
Eve blushed at the praise, even as she began slowly riding the man behind her. It was then she realized that she still had her own strapon, bright pink and with a few phallic qualities but otherwise generic and on the smaller size, attached to the harness around her waist. Before she could begin removing it, however, another hand wrapped around it.
"Such a nice cock you have Eve, poor thing probably doesn't get enough attention, does it?" It was… odd, watching her queen stroke up and down the plastic object. She couldn't feel it, not really, and received no pleasure from the act but there was something about the gesture, something about watching the blonde 'pleasure her' and the light, teasing tone in her voice.
She bounced just a bit faster, just a bit harder, eyes never leaving the hand working up and down her plastic shaft, absolutely fascinated with the motion. A rumble in the chest behind her indicated that the change was appreciated, that whatever was different was good.
Chloe's hand sped up, but the gentleness in her actions did not waiver. "Such a shame for you to keep yourself hidden all the time. You should have someone giving your pretty little cock more love don't you think? Have some cute girl enjoying you while someone Lucifer enjoys that pretty pink pussy you have. Is that why this is pink as well?"
Eve whimpered and moaned, quietly begging for more, pleading for something more. The images put into her mind were confusing and intoxicating at the same time. To have Lucifer inside of her while being inside of Chloe, or perhaps having them both use her body at once was such a stimulating thought that she began to tighten around the cock buried in her cunt.
Another hand brushed just beneath the harness, finding her clit, and with the lightest of touches she came harder than she had in her entire life. She came loud enough that it brought all the attention in the room onto her, and she felt her King spasm and fill her with cum as his hands gripped her sides, holding her down so that not a drop escaped.
Gasping for breath, the woman struggled to regain her composure before opening her eyes and blushing at the attention she was now under. It was strange, she had never been uncomfortable being observed before, being the center of attention even while exposed in such a way, but this time felt different.
Two gentle hands were on either side of her face, turning her to the blonde whose lips met her own, slowly, passionately, "Good girl."
***CoS***
A moment or two after their display the attention went back to Charlotte, with Mazikeen demanding a swap, "Time for me to ruin that cunt." She eagerly exclaimed, laying down and pulling the blonde off and over so that she could get into better position. "Alright bitch, start riding. Trixie you can take her ass and I'm sure she would love to taste her own juices from where she soaked Ella."
The lawyer appeared more than a little eager, although she feigned hesitation, even reluctance. Soon enough she was groaning, attempting to take the oversized black dildo into her pussy while Trixie's own rubbed against her unused rear hole.
Ella, in the meantime, discovered the hilarious act of slapping the woman's face with her own plastic genitals, and proceeded to do so several times until putting the tip against her lips, demanding she "open up and suck it, bitch".
She had tried, only to end up gagging and choking when Trixie thrust into her without warning.
"Give her ass a slap!" Mazikeen cheered, earning a prompt response from the former dancer, who was very much enjoying the reversal of situations for once. For all the times someone had tried to get handsy with her it was fun to do the opposite.
Another slap echoed as the former dancer began thrusting in earnest. This combined with the sounds of wet sex as Maze thrust up, laughing all the while, "We are going to ruin you whore! Stretch out these slutty holes of yours until no one else feels a damn thing while fucking you."
If anything, the taunting seemed to spur the blonde on, who bouncing became more frantic even as she deepthroated her former client's dildo.
"She's cumming again," Trixie growled, hands circling around to roughly squeeze the exposed breasts.
Ella let out a particularly savage snarl, at the comment, "Then we should bottom out, make her feel like she's being impregnated like the bitch she is."
With that all three women thrust forward at once, and the one caught between them shook and spasmed while choking on the plastic, her body giving out as she slumped forward a moment later.
***CoS***
Warm water filled the tub as the woman stepped in, letting out a slight hiss as her sore muscles began to submerge.
"Is the temperature okay?"
Charlotte gave a nod as she put her other leg in, sinking down into the water, unable to contain the moan of relaxation as she did so. "Fuck this feels nice."
A gentle laugh from behind warmed the woman's heart as a pair of hands began rubbing her neck and shoulders, earning another deep groan. "It has jets as well, if you'd like them."
"Later…" she muttered, head dropping forward as the tension began to ease in her body. Minutes passed of the luxury, which she was enjoying just as much as the sex that had earned her the reward, when Chloe spoke once more.
"Are you okay?"
"Mhmmm"
"It wasn't too rough? You don't need to do this to prove anything to me you know, I don't want anyone hurt."
Without thinking she reached out of the water and covered one of the smaller, gentler, hands with her own. "It's a good kind of hurt. I haven't been able to enjoy sex like that in a long time."
"Certainly not with Dan." The younger woman teased, although Charlotte still heard a bit of pain in the tone.
Her hand squeezed a bit, "I'm sorry… for how I acted, what I did to you, the relationship I ruined."
This time the laughter wasn't as cheerful, and the hollowness inside of it pinched the lawyer's heart. "Honestly, you didn't. I know I blamed you for it but our marriage was falling apart way before you got involved. If anything, you just saved everyone some time."
"I still acted like a royal bitch though. I didn't need to shove it in your face that your husband, or ex, was having an affair with me." She felt the nod from behind, and a whispered thanks. If possible, more tension left her body, as if a weight that had been present for years was finally gone. Now the silence wasn't uncomfortable, it was a peaceful, almost healing, calm. "Can I ask, why you didn't get involved earlier? Mazikeen said you bought some toys as well."
The younger fingers found a particularly tough knot in her back, and worked it out, earning another groan from the older woman. "I guess I wanted it to be a bit more private with us, see if you enjoyed it first."
Charlotte snorted, then let out a pleased sigh, "The way I rode Mazikeen's oversized cock wasn't an indication?"
Another laugh answered her, "I suppose it was. Maybe I just want you moaning only my name when we are together though, taking my time with you and not having to rush or keep up with anyone else."
A shiver ran through the older woman's body despite the water's warmth.
"And…" Chloe paused for a second, before leaning in closer to the woman's ear, "Maybe I'd wouldn't mind flipping the roles as well."
That comment filled Charlotte's head with all sorts of possibilities, and arousal.
***CoS***
"My Lord" one of his many servants bowed, making an obvious effort to avoid looking to where Chloe lay sprawled out on the nearby couch, shirt riding up and displaying some of her wonderful skin.
For a moment Lucifer considered offering his future queen some of the other demons to use and enjoy. If she had developed a fetish for the supernatural, she might prefer one of them instead of a human male. Based upon how quickly Mazikeen had taken to enjoying sex with her he had little doubt any of the males would hesitate either.
Especially with how they would sneak glances in her direction.
Making a mental note to bring it up later, The Devil refocused his attention to the task at hand. "Report." He commanded, earning a quick nod from the, still kneeling, man.
"We found him."
This earned Chloe's attention as well, who looked over in their direction, "Found who?"
It hesitated for a moment, before glancing up and seeing a nod from it's Lord. "Amenadiel."
***CoS***
A/N: Felt like I needed a 'smut break' from the plot, so yeah.