I Love Luci

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."

"But you love danger," he reminded her, slowly bunching the fabric of her skirt in his fists as he continued pressing into her, grasping her body tightly, his teeth on her bare neck and she moaned at the sharp pain as he bit into the skin hard enough to leave a mark. She moaned and writhed against him.

"Yes," she moaned and began to turn to face him, but he turned her back to the large black mirror on the table in front of them, where Gwen could be seen reaching for a toy to slide into her wet body.

"Watch her," Lucifer murmured, undressing her slowly, baring her body to him and the glass in front of them; but not to the woman pictured therein, the window being like one sided glass. They could watch her play with herself and she would never know. They could make as much noise as they felt like, content that the woman in the glass would hear nothing. "Tell me what you see, Salomé."

He began to trail his fingers back up her ribcage to caress the underside of her breasts again and the crest, but avoiding her hardening nipples. Salomé shuddered delicately under his hands and whimpered: "She shines." She drew a sharp breath as Lucifer's hands stroked the outer edge of her areola. "When she brings herself... her energy rolls off of her in waves. And at the same time... there is a dark, almost malignant... *hunger* there. Something that threatens to drain one completely..."

"Yes," Lucifer growled, his fingertips closing on Salomé's dark nipples. She cried out softly and pressed more insistently against his erection. "What else?" He demanded, rewarding her display of passion by grasping her more tightly, fondling her bountiful breasts as he felt her wetness dampen the material straining the front of his dark pants.

"She is... fearless in her passion when she gives into it. She may blush and hide at every other moment, but when she is in the throes of lust, she is reckless in her zeal to find pleasure... and to give it, I suspect."

"Yes." It held more emotion than he should have ever shown, but he couldn't restrain it. He paused, closing his own eyes against the images dancing in the glass. He could almost swear he heard Gwen whisper his name and it made him throb.

"When can you see her next?" Salomé asked gently, her hand moving between their bodies and caressing his hardness.

"Twenty days."

"Watch her," Salomé said, a small naughty smirk on her lips. She turned and undid his pants, kneeling eloquently before him. "Watch her touch herself, longing for you." She leaned forward, wrapping her hand around his cock and sliding her pouting red lips over his head, her tongue dancing along the underside of his member, quickly causing his ardor to rise and his breath to quicken.

Lucifer gazed into the black glass and watched Gwen slide a large black plug into her tight ass as she ground her clit into the vibrating silicone attachment to the toy in her cunt. She slowly fucked herself, settling her body farther and father down on the plug, her face a mask of ecstasy.

Salomé stroked him with one fist while raising and lowering her hot, wet mouth on and off the head of his cock, letting him fuck her mouth slowly, but controlling his depth with her fist between his body and her lips, stroking him with each descent. She raised her eyes to him when he stroked her cheek and threaded his fingers in her ebony tresses. Her eyes were heated, but they were also soft and a little sad. Something in him cracked, just a bit, and he stopped her with a hand on her face.

"You needn't do this," he told her gently. She leaned back and speared him with a look.

"This is what I mean," Salomé said, shaking her head and standing. "I don't do anything I do not want to, Lucifer. I haven't let another own my body since I was mortal and I am not about to start now." She cocked her head to the side. "That doesn't mean I don't give it where and when I desire." She gave a coy smile and unbuttoned his shirt while he watched her silently, not resisting. "She isn't here. You cannot go to her for another three weeks, nearly. You aren't a celibate monk, my lord."

"'If can't be with the one you love, then love the one you're with?'" He quoted dryly.

"Do you love her?" Salomé asked, taking his hand and leading him to the bed on the opposite side of his chambers. When he didn't answer, Salomé tugged him to the bed. "She is human, my lord," Salomé reminded him. "You could own her if you wanted. But you do not take her. And you wound yourself constantly holding your power in check so as not to terrify her. Let me take that from you. Let me unleash you, Lucifer. Let me allow you to use my body as you would hers were you not afraid of her fragility."

"Salomé," Lucifer said tightly, his eyes twin flames as he looked into her open, honest face and saw that she was truthfully offering herself. Offering to slake the need Gwendolyn created in him that he knew he should never confess to her. "Are you certain?"

"Fuck me, my lord Lucifer."

"No." He reached for her right hand and slid it into a manacle that was lying innocuously beside the rail of his headboard, and slowly, limb by limb, bound her to the bed, naked, exposed and looking lost between desire and worry as he moved over her. "No, the first thing I would want to do is claim her. To tell her she belongs to me. I permit her to have her life because I must. Because she needs it and I cannot deny her. I want her happiness too much. But, if I could...". He reached down Salomé's body and plunged his fingers into her warm, wet core. "If I could I would touch every part of her body and tell her she belongs to me."

Salomé's eyes were clouding over with want, as she softly moaned: "I belong to you..."

"I would tell her that her cunt will forever crave my body because she was made for me," he told Salomé, stroking in and out of her with his fingers. He purposely sought out her pleasure centers and stroked her firmly, insistently. "I would make her scream my name until she had no voice left. I would make her cum in every human way she knows..."

"And then?" Salomé moaned, her body squeezing and throbbing around his digits, grinding her body as much as she was able into his hands, reaching for deeper penetration but held fast.

"And then... I would take her as only I can." He felt the shift in his body as he finally let loose the restraints on his own power, feeling his wings unfurl behind him as he moved over her restrained body, sliding into her body and utterly into her mind. He felt her body respond to him; felt her tightness as it stretched to encase his cock in moist, sticky heat. Felt it all and saw it in her mind as if they shared the same flesh. And she felt it all, too, their spirits and minds intertwining at his command.

"Take me, my Lord!" Salomé moaned, arching against his body, spine arched, hands clawed into the bedsheets beneath her hips. Her gaze was faraway, lost in sensation, her mind already collapsing in orgasm at the awareness she could feel the sensations in his cock as she squeezed her pussy around it like a fist. At the surreal simultaneous washes of lust and reaction, she curled her body around his, clinging to him just below his wings with her arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, enveloping him and rocking her hips to stimulate them both as she released low, ragged moans of ecstasy. Her hips writhed so fiercely against him, he knew she was riding the ragged edge of an explosive orgasm. He felt it building, threatening to overwhelm them both as her moans turned to snarls of carnal abandonment, keening her satisfaction into the night, heedless of who might overhear her.

Her noises made the darkness in him rise and he wanted to take her... as he longed to take his sweet, gentle Gwen... as he knew he never should. For her sanity. Never with Evangeline... For his heart. He allowed his spirit to shift with his mood and his shadow seemed to all bit step into the light, creating a perfect doppelgänger. If you'd asked him why this fantasy, it came down to wanting to own her bodily. To take her completely as no lover ever could. When the next shadow solidified, Lucifer gave himselves a nod of camaraderie as they unbound her as he lay himself down on his back. They helped him drew Salomé's body over him, facing him as she slid down upon his cock, her core molten and drenched. His first clone stepped behind her, sliding the tip of his cock playfully, teasingly into her tight anus and slowly stroking deeper with each thrust of his hips against her voluptuous ass.

She moaned and shuddered as his third self turned her head, guiding her lovely parted lips to the head of his dripping shaft. Her eyes widened as the reality hit her... his three mouths, six hands, thirty fingers, and three cocks buried deep in each hole she possessed. Stoking over her flesh, molding her breasts in firm grasp, fingering her swollen clitoris...

When she orgasmed it was like watching someone having a seizure or possessed by demons. He had a moment of delightful pleasure thinking about all those horror movies where he has supposedly "possessed" someone, and he had to admit... Salomé resembled all of them in the most glorious way.

But as he stared at her he looked back at the mirror... saw his girl, blissfully making herself orgasm, screaming his name. As Salomé whispered his name in echo, Lucifer looked down at her and in his mind's eye he saw HER face. His girl. His lady. His fiery little witch. He saw her taken, spread, used, teased and tortured on his body and on those of his doppelgängers'. He saw her loving it. He saw her letting go and finally letting him inside her. In all ways. And seeing Gwen in his mind brought him to a swift, strong orgasm, soaking her ass, her quim and dribbling down her panting lips.

Down Salomé's panting lips. He felt a stab of regret for letting his mind wander to the other woman, even if Salomé wasn't under any illusions where his desire lay. Without a word, Lucifer reached for a basin of water and a soft cloth as he reabsorbed all of himself once more. He gently cleaned the dark haired beauty of his fluids before crawling into bed beside her and holding her to his body.

"Thank you for that gift, Salomé," Lucifer said very softly into her hair.

"Thank you for allowing me to grant you a moment's peace," she said softly. "And you may... always come to me. I am still here. You needn't restrict yourself. And let us be frank, my Lord... I saw you just as you felt me. I know you burn to claim her but don't know if it would break her mind. I understand. For her safety... use me. So that when you go to her, you are always in control of your desire for her."

"Salomé..." He saw her lower her lashes and he leaned down to kiss her gently, reverently.

"Thank you."