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Samael was falling.
The word was inadequate, but he clung to it, trying to make sense of the terror and confusion. He was being pushed and pulled by forces far more powerful than gravity. It was his Father’s will that sent him away, sent him hurtling through the realm between the worlds, towards something that wasn’t Heaven and wasn’t the Earth. Somewhere else. Somewhere lower.
It wasn’t down in the strictest sense. Down was a concept relative to points of reference, but the only reference point Lucifer knew was his Father, and He was getting further and further out of reach.
“Daddy!” he screamed, terrified. “Please! Daddy, no! I’m sorry, don’t send me away! Daddy!”
The not-air around him blasted at his wings, rendering them useless. He tried in vain to gain control of his body, but he was being knocked to and fro, spun head over heels and torn in all directions at once.
He caught a glimpse of where he was headed, a swirling, indistinct mass of grey in the emptiness, before one of his wings was bent painfully forward over his face. When he managed to force it out of the way again, the grey was much closer. He knew he was going to crash into it, and panic exploded in his belly. Something erupted below him at the same time, a splash of bright yellow and deep orange, bleeding red at the edges. There was no way to make sense of the image before he was flung into the midst of it.
There weren’t words for the sensations he experienced then. Flames he knew. Burning. But this was different to the holy fires of Heaven. Puriel’s blaze left one feeling clean, taking away the failings and the sense of wrong. Now the flames were all around him, inside him, and he was being devoured by them. And he deserved it. He started a rebellion, he spoke against Father, and this was his punishment, well earned.
He sank deeper into agony, every nerve of his body screaming, the hissing of seared meat loud in his ears, the smell of it as skin and muscles burned and fell from his bones only to slowly grow back and burn off again.
He screamed until his throat was raw, but the pain went on. He couldn't stop his cries and pleas for mercy, even though nobody was there to hear them. Even though Father never answered his prayers.
He might never see the Light of Heaven again.
So be it. If Dad didn’t want him anymore, then he would find his own way. Freedom- that's what he wanted, wasn't it? And having paid a cost so dear, he would take it.
He stretched his wings and picked a direction. He began to use his limbs to push his way through the inferno like he was swimming. He lost count of how many times he watched his hands burn away and come back again, but at last he could see land. He kept going until he clawed his way out into it, and collapsed into an exhausted heap.
Sleep. He needed sleep so badly.
But then the monsters came.
***
"Lucifer! Lucifer!"
A soft voice was repeating his name, a hand shaking him gently. He was back in his own bed- Chloe on one side, Dan on the other, and he was trembling. He opened his eyes and reached for their hands with a sigh of relief.
"Another nightmare?" Chloe asked. "You haven't had one in a long time."
He kissed her fingers, noticing his hand was red as he did so. His wings had somehow materialised underneath his lovers, holding them. "Yes and no. It was a nightmare, but it was more like a memory than a manifestation of internal fears. I feel fine now I'm awake. I could even change back if you'd rather."
Chloe shook her head. "I like being held in your wings. And this doesn't bother me, you know."
"I'm more than good with it," Dan added, stroking his rough skin.
Lucifer hummed in contentment.
"You wanna talk about it?" Chloe said.
"Yes, but not now. I've been thinking a lot about certain things lately, but it can wait until tomorrow. I think we might all need to visit Doctor Linda and discuss some ideas I've had."
"We can invite them here. I'll make us all lunch," Dan suggested.
"Thanks love."
Chloe wondered, as the two of them kissed, if she would ever grow tired of seeing it. Dan curled his fingers at the back of Lucifer's head, as if he were combing through hair, but she knew there was a particular furrow just there that was highly sensitive and he gasped as Dan found it. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the ridges along his chest.
Tonight would be the night, she decided. She'd waited too long already.
There had been many times when she'd held him like this, kissed him like this. But she'd always been too afraid to make love. Not of him, she knew he wouldn't hurt her- although his proportions were different and it would definitely be a stretch- but that she might hurt him. That she might say or do something that would make him think she didn't fully accept him like this.
She reached over Lucifer's belly to take Dan's hand and squeeze it. He understood and it was easier with him here. He turned from Lucifer to look at her.
"I want to," she said softly.
"You mean… right now?"
"Mm-hm."
"What do you want?" Lucifer asked.
"You," she answered, "like this. I want to love you like this."
"Chloe…"
"Shhh. You don't need to say anything." She leaned over him, kissing him, letting her hands explore the differences in his body. "I love you. All of you. And I should have done this a long time ago."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
She kissed him again, her hands running down to find him larger than ever. Intimidatingly large.
"How about I start you off," Dan said. "Get you loosened up a little?"
"I certainly wouldn't object," Lucifer smiled. He lifted Chloe over himself and set her in the middle. So strong, he did it effortlessly. And then they were both kissing her, holding her, and there was a wing above as well as below. Dan lifted her leg as she lay with her back on the bed of feathers, and carefully guided himself inside. She sighed with satisfaction and the kisses kept coming, on her mouth and on her breasts. Lucifer let one hand change back so he wouldn't scratch her with his claws when he reached down. He teased her clit and when she was panting he curled a finger around Dan's cock, stretching her, letting her body adapt to the extra girth. He moved down the bed to be in a better position to add another finger. She tensed and winced but took it. Dan kept moving slowly and carefully, keeping her as relaxed as he could. Lucifer waited until she was comfortable with a third finger alongside Dan before he pulled out.
"You don't have to do this. I know you love me. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. And I want this. I want you, like this- I want to love all of you." She cupped his face, tracing her fingers over the lines on his cheek and her thumb on the deep cleft in his chin. He shivered.
"Do you want to go on top? You'll have more control over how much you can take."
She shook her head. "I trust you. And I'm more relaxed like this, more open. I want you to make love to me, Lucifer. My Devil."
His face was hard to read, but there was something of passion and something of concern written there. Dan withdrew but stayed at her side. She opened her legs and Lucifer rearranged himself, wings and all, and hovered over her. He was waiting for her, she realised, and took hold of him. He was more than twice his usual size- perhaps three times as large.
"Hang on," Dan said, "this will help." He smeared a generous amount of lube over the monstrous cock with a cheeky grin. It made Chloe smile too. Lucifer was still looking slightly nervous.
She placed the tip at her entrance and exhaled as she started to guide him in. Slowly. Very, very slowly. It pulled her tight, but she took several deep breaths and relaxed into the stretch. Once the broad head was past her lips she let go and her hands went back to his face. She smiled softly at him.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"It pulls. But it's okay."
"More?"
She nodded. "I'll tell you if I need you to stop."
His eyes were burning so brightly. He pushed in deeper, and she inhaled but didn't wince. It wasn't easy. But it was good. He waited, and then pulled back slightly before going in slightly deeper. He kept his weight off her, leaning on his arms. Her hands went down his chest and around his back, encouraging him closer.
"It's okay. Let me feel you."
He lowered himself to his elbows and his rough skin brushed over her breasts. She lifted her head to kiss him, and he sank into her a little more.
"Chloe," he breathed. His breath was extra warm.
"That's good, love. You feel good to me."
He moaned and his hips curled gently back and forth. She felt so incredibly full. It was uncomfortable but it was also exhilarating. She held his rear and pulled him deeper still. He still wasn't all the way in, but there was nowhere left to go. Or so she thought. But he kept rocking into her, and it did feel good, and as she grew more and more aroused her body kept adjusting until he was fully sheathed and trembling.
"Detective…"
When had that word stopped being her title and turned into such an intimate endearment?
Dan was on his back beside her, dragging his fingers through feathers. He was wriggling his hips too, the soft down tickling his cock but not providing enough friction. They all moved together in unison, gradually drawing closer to a state of bliss that was just out of reach. Lucifer wanted to thrust and take his pleasure and claim her, but he couldn't, not without causing her more pain. So he kept it slow, gentle, relishing the trust and acceptance, the pure and intense sense of intimacy.
But as he gazed at Chloe, he realised how much she was enjoying it. Not just for his sake, but her own desire for him- for the great hulking monster that was part of him. He quickened his pace very delicately- pressing into her with tiny pulses that dragged his bulging head over the folds of her inner walls, leaving her flushed and moaning and him breathless. He knew her signs so well, he could tell she was getting close. He was getting close too.
He pressed his wing more firmly onto Dan's groin and was rewarded with a tight grip pulling at his feathers. It was going to be bloody horrendous to clean up later but right now he didn't care. He could make them both come together, even with his other face, and that would be worth it.
He smiled, a sinister, pointy-toothed grin that made Chloe groan and pull him down into a fervent kiss. He kissed back as his sense of urgency increased and kept up those quick, miniscule movements that were driving them both to distraction.
Dan noticed the raggedness of their breath, and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He kept the tip buried in Lucifer's wing and pumped the shaft just under the head.
Chloe's soft cries grew higher and her legs tensed and squeezed Lucifer's thighs. She gasped his name and her body arched and her hands clawed at his shoulders. With a few quick jerks of his wrist, Dan was coming too. Lucifer felt him spilling onto his wing, deep in the feathers; he felt a flood of wetness as Chloe clenched around him and he was done.
He bit back the roar that threatened to escape his throat, making it come out as a strangled grunt. His cock was pulsing and squirting and Chloe was still writhing under him and he couldn't stop moving. A second orgasm crashed over him before the first had even fully abated and he buried his face in her neck to try to muffle some of the sounds that refused to be contained, but his whole body was convulsing with the pleasure of it and he was completely overcome.
Chloe was stroking the back of his head, whispering how much she loved him. Dan's fingers were back to carding through his feathers, soothing him.
He inhaled and exhaled and lifted his head. Chloe smiled at him. "Still with us?"
"Hmmm. Just about. That was…" he finished the sentence with a heavy sigh.
"It was. But I'm gonna need you to move now. Carefully."
"I've got a better idea." He closed his eyes and the burned, scarred flesh rippled away into his more human form. He kept the wings, though.
Chloe gasped as the extreme fullness gave way to something much more comfortable. It did, however, break the tight seal and she felt their combined fluids rush out between her thighs. "Crap! That feels like a lot of mess."
"It is a lot of mess," Lucifer noted, glancing down. "Daniel, be a dear-"
Dan was already grabbing some tissue and Lucifer took it and tried to staunch the flow. "Bloody Hell!" he chuckled as it kept leaking through.
"Hang on," Dan said and dipped into the bedside cabinet for a small towel. They kept things like that in there for the sake of convenience. Lucifer tucked it underneath and relaxed back into Chloe's arms, pulling Dan into a hug too.
"I love you both so much," he said. "And I can't believe we just did that. After all this time. Well, I can believe it, but I'm still staggered."
Dan reached up and stroked his hair. "We both love you. All of you, dark and light."
"I know. I feel it. It radiates off both of you in everything you do for me. I've never known anything like it. And it…" he sighed again.
"What is it?" Chloe prompted.
"Not something that needs to be said right now. We can talk about it tomorrow."
"Are you sure?"
"I promise. I just want to keep holding you until I fall asleep."
"I should really clean up the mess I made on your wing," Dan said.
"That can wait until morning too. I need you in my arms now."
"Yes Dark Lord."
Lucifer heaved a contented sigh. He wanted more. He had been hoping to figure out the first big question before he asked the second one, but the urge was growing stronger day by day and it needed to be addressed. Perhaps there would be two big questions to discuss with Linda tomorrow.
One: Would it be possible to take over purgatory and create a home there to share with his lovers in the afterlife?
Two: What the Hell was he supposed to do with this growing desire to expand their family and become a father himself?