I Love Luci Ch. 03

"I came because he asked and I owe him," she said softly, looking away. "The idea of having sex with another woman was fine so long as I got to..." her voice trailed off weakly as she seemed to realize she'd just admitted something private.

"So long as you got to fuck him one more time?" I asked, feeling my heart turn to ice. She gave a tiny nod and kept her eyes averted.

"I can understand that," my tone implied otherwise. "He is little intoxicating. So is heroin, I hear. Both are bad for you "

"Then I saw you," she said softly and I stayed silent, letting her explain. "And he told me I wouldn't get to be with him without your say so, but I was free to leave if I wasn't interested. But... I'm here."

"To clear your tab with him?"

She laughed softly and I actually saw a hint of sadness cross her eyes. It morphed instantly into genuine chagrin and amusement. "Trust me, if this was the consequence of an obligation, we should all have such easy debts to pay. In fact, if sex with you is punishment, I see a great many going out of their *way* to make deals with the devil himself!"

I had to laugh but something in me felt a glutton for punishment and doubled down on the self-flagellation. "Look, if I'm not your type...". I began but she leaned forward, took my face in her hands and kissed me until I was dizzy. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand in her hair, tugging gently at first, then wrapping the dark tresses around my fist and holding her face mere centimeters from my own, our lips brushing the other's as I spoke in a tone that while quiet and measured, had a thin slice of warning to it.

"Do not ever say I didn't give you a chance to run, Vivienne," I breathed against her mouth.

"I want to be here, Mistress." I searched her eyes and finally settled on pulling her into a punishing kiss that tasted her deeply, my mouth feeding on her passion, my tongue exploring her and silencing her.

Her passion rolled off of her in waves and my mouth all but watered at the feel of it. I'd had this... this craving... forever. It was all I was some days, the deep endless well of soul-sucking desire. Sex made the hunger lessen, but it wasn't something I understood. It was... more intense, some how. My chilly fingertips framed her warm, sensuous face and I felt like I was falling into her heat. It was overwhelming. And I suspected I would have continued to fall into that well had I not felt a hand caressing my arm and I pulled myself away from the kiss, seeing how passion-fogged her eyes were, almost as if she was unable to do anything but feel. My fingertips now felt feverish against her skin and she much cooler than before.

"You didn't tell me," Lucifer said softly, running his finger tips over my skin, as if feeling all the places in my body Vivienne's passionate energy now warmed, making me blush and pant.

"You didn't ask," I responded in a breathy gasp. He looked both concerned and in awe. I had no idea what to make of that so I asked the one question that always flirted through Gwen's mind when we were forced to feed that hunger. "Am I a demon? Evil?"

He looked both sad and affronted. "You aren't evil. Evil is a choice. As for the former... no. No, you're perfectly human. But I'd wager someone down the line in your family tree was not, were I a betting man." He brushed the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone and I realized I was crying. I felt out of control and it terrified me. I felt utterly overwhelmed.

"Don't weep, Mistress." Cool arms enveloped my waist and Vivienne's beautiful, exotic, warm hazel eyes looked up at me, worried but still distant looking. Still dark with passion. Entranced and utterly yielding.

"Are you... doing something to her?" I asked Lucifer, aware her responses seemed odd... almost drowsy.

"I am only sustaining our presence altogether here... but that is all. I am not directing your actions or hers." It was stated simply, without emotion and I could tell he was being completely honest. "You're the one intoxicating her. It's your... legacy."

I was suddenly reminded of the near panic-attack Gwen had this afternoon while locked away in my brain. Now, I felt that same terror rising in me, but this time I was experiencing it full. "Explain!" Was all I could manage.

"You have powerful, albeit diluted, blood in your veins. When we consummated our compact, that blood recognized me as another otherworldly being as well as your some-time Master. Our new bonds are strengthening your abilities... and hungers." His voice was measured and calm, as if fearing he might panic me. He looked from me to Vivienne as if to illustrate. "You want her."

It wasn't a question but I answered anyway: "She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Of course."

"Your desire is literally overwhelming her senses." He said carefully and though I tried to calm myself and not think about how soft and smooth her skin was, I wanted noting more than to run my tongue all over it and make her—

Vivienne's moan startled me. I watched her body arch and her eyes roll back as she moaned through an orgasm, as though she felt exactly what I was imagining.

Lucifer hauled me to my feet, crushing me to his body as he kissed me until my head was spinning. "YOU did that," he growled into my ear. "Tell me, did you intend to make her cum?"

"No!" I answered, but then amended in a whisper: "at least... not like that." I could feel the full length of him pressing into me through the black slacks he wore. It made me more than a little breathless.

"And yet..." he whispered, watching the other woman writhe, turning me in his arms so we could both watch the orgasms wrack her body. When she was able to catch a breath, she blinked up at the two of us, and a scarlet blush charmingly covered her cheeks and created a red flush above her ample breasts. I could see the shine of moisture across her thighs and my own cunt spasmed to imagine my mouth across those lush thighs, sampling the honey that coated them.

"Mistress, please!" She gasped, a hand reaching down her body, as if she was experiencing my hungry mouth and tongue assaulting her.

"What are you imagining?" He whispered into my ear.

"I thought you could read my mind," I responded, smiling a little as I felt him slowly undulate his torso against mine, pressing his throbbing erection into my backside.

"Most of the time, yes... but I want to hear you *say* it."

"I'm imagining licking all of her juices off of her body... off her thighs, her mound... licking it directly out of her cunt." Her soft moan at my words drew my gaze back to hers and she was crawling into the massive bed, her pussy on full display as she slid onto her back and splayed her legs wide. I could see the flesh inside of her clenching and quivering. As I finished speaking, she gasped and her lower body raised as if my tongue was already buried in her beautiful, dripping core.

The fallen angel's hands slowly stripped me of all of my garments, kissing and caressing me as he did so.

The heat in his fiery blue gaze was intense and something inside me responded. "You like... whatever this thing inside me is, don't you?"

He gave a cavalier grin and answered: "I want to be the thing inside you..." He pulled me to him and kissed me fiercely, his hands roaming my body, making delicate paths to each and every erogenous zone I could think of. "But to answer your actual question..." He hooked one of my legs around his hips, and slid his fingers completely inside me and stroked them insistently over that tiny little spot inside me. "Yes. I love that look in your eye that says you want to rip me apart and devour me whole. I love watching you take her, and you haven't even touched her much yet... and still she cums for you. It is... intoxicating."

Some deep, fluttering desire rushed though me and I almost curled away from him, so embarrassing was the thought.

"Tell me," he said and I shook my head fiercely in denial. Gwen had her embarrassing desires... I had my own. "I can just look, Evangeline. But I am asking you to share." Lucifer's tone left no room for doubt he would discover it... if he had to.

Cheeks burning, I whispered my secret lust aloud. "I want to fuck her... as a man would. But... not with a strap on."

I swear I heard him moan a little as his hand slid down the front of my body and he gently stroked his finger tips over my engorged clit. It made me writhe and gasp, and I could feel Vivienne's eyes on me as he did, watching with an insatiable hunger. "Don't be coy," Lucifer growled. "Vienne, I think our reluctant dominatrix needs some education of her own about voicing her desires to me..."

"Yes, Master Lucifer," the woman said, grinning, and as he held me against his hard, still clothed body, Vivienne came and knelt before me. Lucifer's hands spread my cunt lips before the tawny beauty on her knees before me, and her tongue flicked with evil precision over the hardened nub of my desire. My clit had never felt to hot, so sensitive... so swollen.

"Don't couch it in pretty euphemisms, little witch," Lucifer whispered insidiously, the first and middle finger of his right hand continuing to gape my body open to his minion's oral assault. "Tell me... what, exactly, are you aching to do to her?"

"I want to fuck her," I gasped. Her lips sealed over the leaking heated tunnel of my pussy and his fingertips clamped down on my sensitive, puffy little clit, almost rolling it between his

fingertips.

"Yes..." he moaned, and my body felt... so, so strange. Like I'd applied too much clit stimulant on my body, or had accidentally wiped Icy-hot over it. "Tell me how, Evangeline. HOW do you want to fuck her, if not with a strap on?"

Tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks, and I felt an overwhelming orgasm on the horizon as his fingers worked

on my bulbous clit, petting it, stroking it, making it feel so much... so much *more* than I usually felt. "I want to fuck her as a man does... I want to bury my body inside hers until she covers me in her cum. I want to make her lose her mind on my... my..."

"Say it..." Lightening all but raced down my spine at his command, culminating in a guttural cry as I rode the jagged edge. Vivienne's lips wrapped around my throbbing clit once more and I managed to say the words, as though they were torn from my very essence, so full of a twisted desire that I had never once voiced aloud. "I want to fuck her..." I moaned, almost delirious and unable to keep hold on my body any longer, much less my mouth. "I want her to cum on me. On my cock. I love being a woman but I want to FEEL what men feel. To feel the power of penetrating such an incredible, beautiful woman! I want to take her, invade her, overwhelm her, destroy her very ability to deny me her passion... "

"Ah, my darling, beautiful innocent..." he moaned into my ear, his erection pressing harder into my ass.

"Hardly," I scoffed and then gasped as that feeling in my clit grew so much more intense and I swear the way she sucked my clit into her mouth, bobbed her head... you'd almost think she was sucking a cock.

"Almost," Lucifer said quietly to me, wrapping a hand around my neck and looking down over my shoulder, past my ample breasts to the woman tonguing between my legs. "Watch her. See how she sucks on your clit... what do you see?"

Had I an ounce of sanity left in me, I might have been horrified. But I wasn't. I was absolutely enthralled. With each suck,lick and touch, my clit was looking more and more like a cock... It didn't scare me, though... just the sight me over the edge and I was cumming... Vivienne's eyes widened and I saw a tiny line of white fluid escape her full, soft lips. I bucked in Lucifer's embrace as I heard his soft, wicked laugh.

"Vienne, you let some of her very first cum escape your mouth," Lucifer admonished. "You know what that means."

She swallowed and looked shy and embarrassed as she stood back up and moved to the bed, bending herself over the side, head and chest down, ass up. "I'm ready to be punished, Mistress, for not swallowing all of your first load..."

My brain literally felt like it was melting, but it felt too good to stop, as Lucifer placed a small red leather flogger into my tiny, feminine hand. He kissed each of my nipples and then my mouth, then knelt before me as Vivienne has done, and kissed the jutting head of my... clit? Cock? I wasn't even sure I had the psychological capacity to truly believe and accept what was happening to me... to my body. He smiled evilly, and slid something right around me, a soft, but tight ring of some sort that made me want to cum, yet somehow also prevented me from doing so yet. I felt almost lightheaded as I regarded the cock ring around me, the turned to the submissive waiting for me.

"I think five strikes is sufficient punishment," I whispered, massaging the ample ass presented to me, her own cum dribbling from her drenched gash. I swung the bundle of leather straps over her ass, holding nothing back. She whimpered, squealed and moaned before managing to whimper aloud:

"O—one, Mistress." I struck her four more times as she counted aloud, my hand caressing her pink ass after each swing. She was dripping so beautifully for me and my desire to have her became almost feral.

While administering her "punishment", I had been so focused on her lovely derrière and its rising color, I hadn't seen Lucifer deftly strip out of his clothing until he resumed his position behind me, and gently extracted the leather handle from my fingertips and tossed it aside. "I can feel how badly you want her," he moaned softly in my ear. "Go. Take her. Take her as you secretly want to. Stop fearing what others may think... I find you magnificent."

Vienne's curious hand encircled the throbbing appendage as it bobbed, hard and incredibly sensitive from above my own dripping cunt. She pulled me to her as she lay back on the bed, spreading herself open for me. I leaned down and licked her heated, grasping flood of a pussy until she was panting again.

"Beg me," I said, not a hint of softness in my tone. I rubbed the tip over her clit and my own almost sparked with a demanding throb, demanding to be buried in her steaming, volcanically potent little hole.

"Fuck me, Mistress!" It was almost a mindless wail and the need in it turned me on so that I nearly came right then and there. But instead, I rubbed my body against hers, teasing her, until she grabbed my new "friend" and put it to her entrance with her own hand and all but screamed: "Please! Please, please, please, Mistress! Please..."

My mind went absolutely blank when I sank myself into her. It was a red haze of lust I couldn't ever recall feeling so

potently before, all but taking over my body and mind. She was cumming and drenching me in mere moments. I looked down at her and my voice was ragged as I growled: "Did I give you permission to cum?"

Her eyes went wide and she whispered: "No, Mistress!"

"I did not. Clean up this mess! I want you to lick and drink every ounce of your own juices from me... then we shall try again." I almost wondered where I came by the strength to move from her and slide into the bed myself, getting comfortable so that she should have full access to my newly transformed body. "Come here and clean your sweet nectar from me," I ordered, reclining on the mountain of pillows on the bed. "Crawl for me," I instructed her as she paused on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, Mistress." She crept toward my new and improved clit (cock?) with a hungry look in her eye and I suddenly understood why men loved blow jobs the second she had me halfway down her throat. I nearly lost control, and after a moment of holding it off, being an old pro at withholding my orgasms, I opened the eyes which I had been clenching closed as I breathed through the wave of ecstasy. Her lips, mouth, tongue and gentle teeth did as I asked, bathing me clean in her saliva. I managed to pull her up by her hair before I came again and pressed her into her back, moved between her smooth cafe au lait thighs and slid into her welcoming body once more.

"Mmmmmmmistress!!" She yowled like a cat in the middle of an intense heat. I maneuvered her body so I could be on my knees but thrust as deeply into her body as I was able and "heaven"

didn't begin to describe the feeling wracking my body.

And then I felt hands on my hips, and Lucifer's body as his long, hard, perfect cock entered me from behind, causing me to cry out and hold perfectly still as his member invaded my tight ass.

"I couldn't help but wanting to join you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "My god, Evangeline... the beauty of you right now... the power in you..." his own voice sounded close to the edge and ragged. "You make a stunning sight... making her cum on you like that... on your cock."

The words were absolutely alien but the sheer wretched thought of what he was saying made my body clench around his impressive member and I sank once more into the gorgeous woman below me as he took me from behind, the force of his thrusts into my hungry ass enough to move me in and out of the pussy under us both.

The dual sensations... we're pushing me past my ability to stay in control, especially with the foreign weight and heat of her body about the length of my... of my...

"Cock," his rough voice provided for me in my ear. "Say it, Evangeline. What are you fucking her with?"

"My...my—" I felt ashamed to admit it, to say how I loved it. I had no desire to be a man— I was as cis-gendered as they came. But something about this... having my soft, voluptuous body, so feminine and curvy, caress these passionate creatures and to take a woman as beautiful as Vivienne like this... on my... *MY*...

"Say it," Lucifer coaxed, continuing to thrust slowly in and out of my depths. Then he wrapped a fist in my tresses and all but snarled into my ear, his breath like fire over my neck and shoulders.

"SAY IT. What have you got buried in Vienne's tight little cunt?"

"My... my... ugh, I can't!" I was on the edge once more and I was terrified of what saying it aloud would do to

me.

Lucifer's other hand wrapped around my throat again and I swear I saw stars. "Yes, you can. Let go."

But letting go... letting go was almost more terrifying than the changes that had been made to my body to simulate this erotic desire of mine. Letting go meant losing control. And control... control was everything. I was honestly uncertain what would happen if I emptied myself inside her and nothing had scared me more in my life.

Lucifer brought a hand up to my full breasts just as Vivienne did, as so though it were reversed choreography that I hadn't been told about. They both clamped hard on my nipples as I surged forward into Vienne's spasming quim, my body covered in her wet, messy cum.

"Mistress, I love your new..." she managed to gasp out. "Your new... cock..." she continued to grind herself upon me, and I feel the last stitch in my resolve snap. Tears ran down my cheeks as I arched and screamed the words they wanted to hear:

"Yes... yes! I... I love fucking you..." I ground out, feeling the first wave of a very different sort of orgasm tear through me, leaving me bucking and spilling my own essence inside the woman pinioned upon me. "I love fucking you with m-m-my... my COCK!"

The last word brought a cacophony of screams, pants, moans and whimpers as Lucifer's orgasm erupted in my filled ass, as Vienne came over my converted clitoral penis, and as I came in waves upon waves that had me writhing, twitching, clenching and flying higher than I had ever been. I felt like I was in the center of a massive hurricane of sexual energy and my body all but opened wide to drink it all in. I have no idea for how long I came, but when it was over,