Chapter Ten: Sexual Surrogate
"He lives," a soft voice drawled. Lucifer looked up from the large flat black scrying mirror that was mounted on his dresser and met the eyes of the woman who spoke.
"Was there ever a doubt?" Lucifer asked her blandly, arching a pale golden brow. She didn't so much as walk down the stone steps of his quarters as dance down them. Her whole body almost undulated with each step.
"You've been ignoring me, my lord," she purred, all but slithering up to him.
"Can you blame me, Salome?" Lucifer said, his eyes sparkling like limpid blue pools, showing a flicker of humor. "Men tend to lose their heads around you."
She pouted deep red lips like an adorably petulant child who's just been scolded about an infraction she very much *did* commit. "You're not as painfully pious as Johnny was, Lucifer. I think you're safe." She raised her dark eyes to his as she pressed uncomfortably close to him. Her dark hair fell to her waist and the gold of her skin begged to be touched and caressed. Lucifer easily knew why her words had gotten a man decapitated; she was smart, sensuous, and shameless.
She raised her azure eyes to his and she tilted her head back, her invitation obvious. "Did Asmodius send you?" He asked, putting his hands on her upper arms and disentangling her from around his body.
"He wouldn't be alone," she said, the flirtation dying from her eyes, but she pouted nonetheless as the rebuffing. "You're distracted, moody, and spending far too much time away... you still serve a purpose and have duties to see to."
"Do I?" He mused, looking back into the scrying mirror, the image of Gwendolyn in its black depths. She was laying in bed, nude, playing with herself. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her back arched and breasts begging for touch, their peaks reaching skyward as she moaned and writhed.
"This is the distraction?" Salomé looked into the glass, and frowned. "I don't get it, Luce. She's... plain." Just as she said that, Gwendolyn's hand seemed to touch just the right way and her body arched passionately as feral moans were ripped from her in ecstasy. Salomé's eyes widened as the energy that rolled off of the other woman became nearly visible through the magick glass. "Oh. I see it now," she said in a breathy voice.
Lucifer looked at her, but he couldn't deny the way her lips parted and her breathing deepened as she watched the mortal woman in bed pleasure herself. Lucifer stepped closer, entranced by the reaction Salomé was having to his little witch. There was an almost territorial pride roaring through him that *his* lovely Gwen could seduce one of the world's most famous seductresses with a gasp and a moan.
"Has Asmodius seen her?" Salomé asked, her voice low and husky.
"Not as you see her now," Lucifer said softly, stroking her side with his fingers as he pressed into her from behind, letting her feel how this was affecting him. "She was with her daughter getting coffee when he saw her."
"He's a demon of temptation," Salomé observed needlessly. "If you want him to understand your fascination for her... show him this." She sucked in a small breath as his thumb caressed the curve of her breasts as he held her tight to the front of his body, his lips millimeters from her right ear as they watched Gwen's fingers dance over her moist quim and engorged clit.
"Does watching her play with her body change your mind?" He asked clutching her to him and grinding his pelvis lightly into her soft, curving body; taller than Gwen by far and yes, more fit. But where Salomé had the classic beauty of a goddess, Gwen held the fragile beauty of mortality. That fragility would break someone like Salomé. She was strong, yes, but jaded. If he was honest, that was part of why he craved the mortal woman so much. An innocence that did not exist among the immortal. Even her more jaded alter held a layer of innocence that couldn't be broken. Lucifer imagined Salomé had possessed this allure when she was mortal. But thousands of years had worn it away like the edges of a stone in a river.
"Change my mind that she is a dangerous distraction?" Salomé purred, pressing back into him and dipping her hips to create more friction against the front of his pants with her ass. "Not at all. Quite the contrary. I now understand why she attracts you and I am not unaffected myself. Which means she is dangerous as fuck."
