Accidental Bonds(ryax/lady)

Thorne relaxed a little as she touched him, glad that he wasn’t freaking out that she was touching his wings, having been worried he would be upset at the touch. Smiling as she touched the feathers she grinned to herself, for a moment not focusing on anything but the feathers that were under her fingers. Even as she asked if he was okay, she was really focusing on his wings. It was like they were a fairy light, something to attract attention and fascination, for the moment she was hearing his voice, but focusing on the wings. Yep, her secret fascination with them wasn’t going to be secret for long.

Looking up at him with a similar dreamy look she blushed, a slight reddening of the skin on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose, looking so adorable as she studied him. Looking startled for a moment before she giggled, swallowing hard. “That’s…oh…poor luc.”She muttered wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing close to him, before raising her eyebrows a little. Biting her lip a little nervous, wondering if she dared do what she had thought of the moment he said ‘eaten’. Swallowing she looked up startled as his wings settled around them both, shivering in pleasure as soft feathers brushed against the skin left bare from the dress,shifting to kneel at his feet, the skirt settling easily around her as she reached out and started undoing his belt, raising her eyebrows, looking nervous but curious in the soft darkness.

“Hm, you are definitely good enough to be eaten.”She said as she gently wrapped her hand around his cock, looking nervous before lowering her mouth to his cock, slowly sliding her mouth down around him, taking her time and being careful not to bite or hurt him with her teeth. She hadn’t really had a chance to do this, they usually got distracted into actual sex, but enclosed in the darkness of his wings, feeling them against her back, was driving her to new heights of pleasure. Shifting a little as she mouth her mouth carefully over him even as her hands stroked through the lower half of his wings, truly enjoying playing with him, and his wings.

As Luc had his eyes closed and enjoying her touch more then anything, he couldn't see her fascination with his wings. But by all means, he could definitely feel it, the way that she felt up his wings told him much about what she really wanted to say to him. He was very happy that she was so fascinated about them as they are a very sensitive thing about him. He just didn't know exactly how fascinated she really was about them. Thorne's cute blushing as she looked up at him again was like she was trying to conceal herself with the dress. She was so cute and adorable in her ways, blushing so much for the moment.

Her reaction to his funny failure was priceless that she couldn't muster words enough to cover what she wanted to say. It was worth exposing himself like that however as she pressed them both closer, the only thing separating them at this point was his jeans and her gorgeous dress that felt pretty good against his skin, silky smooth and chilly. Luc couldn't help but to feel that the way they were right now was quite an erotic display of some Renaissance fantasy that he had read back in the day. Suddenly she shifted, moving down to her knees as she began working his belt. Curiously he smirked down at her, wondering what she had planned next. Thorne seemed to be in a mood for exploration, so he would let her do what she wanted, curious to see what she would do.

As his pants dropped, all of him was exposed to Thorne. While he normally didn't feel nervous about something like this, this on the the other hand felt like it was a completely new experience. This time there they were, he was completely exposed to Thorne for her to do whatever she wanted with him, the love of his life exploring and playing with him without hindrance. "Oh..? Am I.. going to get eaten again?", he asked curiously, his voice soft and playful, struggling to not show how nervous he really was at the situation.

A soft pleasurable sigh escaped him as her lips met his cock. Oh this was amazing for him, her inexperience was so refreshing and because it was Thorne, it felt much better then any of his other times doing this. She simply brought out so much more pleasure within him then anyone else could. Parting with a soft moan as she worked him, he wanted her to know that she was definitely on the right track. "That feels amazing..", he said softly to reassure her that it really did feel amazing if she happened to be worried about it, it was her first time doing it so it wouldn't be strange if she did.
She managed to let a strange sensation form within him as she played with both his cock and his wings, the sensitive and ticklish sensation melded with the pleasure she gave him with her mouth blended into an entirely new sensation. He had never felt it before and Luc was quick to start sighing out his moans at the strange new pleasure.

Thorne smiled up at him as he looked nervous as she worked at his belt, tilting her head a little.”Don’t look so nervous.”She teased a little closing her eyes as she moved her mouth over him, focusing on what she was doing, focusing on not hurting him. Sighing quietly around him, relaxing as she realized he was enjoying it. After a few moments she leaned back, not able to do it longer at the moment, the new motion had made her jaw start to ache. Looking up at him she slid her hand over him, gently stroking his cock as she considered what to do next. Looking delightfully innocent sitting there in a renaissance dress, covered nearly head to toe but still playing with him.

Letting go of him, she pushed to her feet, shivering as she leaned back into his wings a little, reaching behind her, letting her fingers stroke over the fingers, so fascinated that even standing in front of him, she couldn’t stop touching them. “We’re overdressed.”She muttered turning a little so he could see the laces were the corset held the dress on.”Undo me.”She playfully demanded, smiling over her shoulder at him.

Lucifer had an expression that simply exposed the truth that he just couldn't help it, he was going to be nervous about it, and she was going to have to take it. Despite her inexperience it was still very pleasurable for him, the warm sensation of her lips, her mouth and her tongue sliding against his member. It was however inevitable that she wouldn't be able to keep doing it for long, as he knew it would put much strain on her jaw. While this sort of activity it was one of the more sensual and intimate things, entrusting one of his most valued parts to her for her to explore and play with, it also required more training to perform well and for sustained periods.

As he had known, she eventually slipped him out of her loving mouth, he dared part with a pleasured whimper. Gazing down on her cute form as she stroked him, looking so innocently and cutely back up at him, the sight was overwhelming. Cute, naughty, adorable, lusting, seductive, perfect even, the list was long, but all in all it was simply amazing for him to gaze upon and feel the scene in front of him. Another soft moan slipping past his otherwise playful lips, resorting to biting on the lower one to keep himself in control. If he hadn't built up his stamina with her for the past week, this sight alone would have blasted him all over across the room already. Luc loved to watch his bride play with him, there was nothing better then for him to be what she wanted, loved and desired most and to be able to give himself to her like this.

Shortly however she stopped her treatment, standing herself up and seemingly accidentally brushing against his feathers. Though he could fee it clearly, how she ran her fingers across them, sending strange and tickling sensations across. She had never really been able to stop touching his wings ever since he revealed them, did she really like them that much? Lucifer began playing with the thought, considering confronting her about it and hopefully watch her flush like she had done before with just a simple mention of them.

"Agreed.", he simply agreed softly, stepping out of his jeans and moving close to her, placing his hands on her shoulders, letting them trail slowly down her back, feeling her skin, her muscles, her bones and curves. Amazing. He slowly and carefully began untying the corset holding everything up as he leaned in and whispered, "No way. I would never undo you. You're the best thing that I've ever done.", he replied with dare and playfulness. "But I can undo your lovely dress instead...", he added slyly as he brushed his lips teasingly against her neck.

Finishing with the undoing of the corset, he let it slide down her body slowly, revealing more and more of her to him as he let his hands explore her skin as they went downwards, purposely avoiding her more sensitive areas. Soon they were standing there, naked the both of them like they had been many times over the past week. He let his lips wander her neck softly, kissing lightly along her shoulders and back as he wondered if she would end up demanding something else from him then just taking off her dress.

Thorne smiled up at him as he whimpered, biting her lip, it amused her slightly, to know that she had such control over how he felt. Tilting her head slightly as she watched him consider her she flushed a little as she realized what he had to be thinking about, forcing her hands to hold still and drop to her sides, leaving his wings alone for the moment. Shivering as he stroked his hands over her shoulders, she whimpered quietly in pleasure as she closed her eyes for a moment. Laughing quietly at his words, she smirked.”Hmmm,considering how long you’ve had time to do things, I’ll take that as a compliment,”She teased her smirk turning wicked.”Though most women wouldn’t be appreciated being called a ‘thing’ to be done.”She teased, playing on the meaning to have done something, taking it as doing sex instead of how he had meant it. Teasing him, playful, this was one of the best things she loved about being his lover.

Whimpering as he kissed her neck she sighed quietly leaning back into him with a sigh, groaning as he avoided touching sensitive areas, pouting slightly as she looked back at him.”Tease.”She muttered, shifting, smirking as she pressed her ass into his groin and squirmed, groaning at the feel of him hard against her ass, her hands twitching a little at her sides, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his wings. They really were distracting to her, and she knew just how sensitive they were, and how very much it was a act of trust to enfold her in them.

He was right, as she had made quick moves to stop feeling his feathers after a while of him watching her. She was so adorable! It was a shame that she was so shy about it, she could touch his wings all she wanted as he trusted her completely with all of himself. Luc hadn't realized that he had said his words in a misleading manner, because it was obvious to him that she alone was the best thing that ever happened to him. He laughed a little about it though, enjoying the fact that her mind was so naughty and adorable at the same time. "Oh... Of course not. By all means, you're definitely not a `thing´, but rest assured, I'm going to `do´ you real good.", he replied playfully, clearly accentuating that he was going to satisfy her even if it collapsed him.

She reacted splendidly to his teasing, just as he had expected. "Of course..", he replied with a soft and low toned voice. Luc moaned playfully as Thorne pressed her ass against his cock, against his groin at that. Sliding one of his hands up her belly, running it over her breasts and slipping up to her throat, he playfully and commandingly tilted her head backwards onto his shoulder as he licked up her neck slowly, ending up by her ear where he bit it playfully. His other hand traveled to the front of her hip, brushing against her mound and firmly, softly stroking her thighs, pressing himself a little bit harder against her ass. The powerful, lusting and tingling sensation alone of their stance, how her skin felt against his all over, had Lucifer wanting Thorne more and more and more!

Lucifer smirked, enclosing them tighter in his wings, the darkness growing more affirmative as he whispered softly into her ear, "Touch them. I know you want to.". He knew she wanted to, she'd been dying to touch them since she stopped mere moments ago. He confronted her about it now, and would make sure that she felt his wings even if she admitted she wanted to or not, because he could wrap them both up in his wings as they were quite flexible. He would make sure that her body was covered in his feathers weather she would admit to wanting it or not. Luc refrained from letting his cock feel more of her body, namely slipping between her legs and sliding against her pussy, as he wanted her to proceed when she felt that she couldn't take it any more. He was also curious as to if she would explore her senses regarding her sensation with his wings. Would she try to combine the pleasure and sensations of his wings and sex? If she wouldn't dare to, he knew he would dare it instead, as he had a feeling that it would be immensely more pleasurable for them at the moment if they let themselves indulge in their cravings. Besides, as much as he was teasing her, it returned fire back to him as well, the more he teased her, the more he teased himself in the long run.

Thorne laughed at his reaction, smiling slightly. “Hmm, well I do like the idea of being well done.”She teased groaning as he tilted her head back, fighting against the command a little, because she hated being forced to do something, even if it was Lucifer, and he was teasing her so nicely. Yelping a little in surprise as he bit her ear she moaned as she rested her head on his shoulder, her legs spreading a little as he stroked her, pressing tighter back against him as he pressed into her.”Hmm, good thing I’m not the one with wings…this would be awkward then…”She muttered squirming in his arms.

Eyes widening as she realized just how tightly he could enclose them in his wings, she relaxed as she realized that he was okay with her being as fascinated as she was, shivering as she turned her head a little, rubbing her cheek over the soft feathers, like a cat scent marking their territory. Giving into the need to touch she hesitantly reached out, sliding her fingers through the feathers, twitching a little, resisting the urge to fist her hands just to have something to steady herself with as he made her body weak with pleasure.

Swallowing hard she glanced at him, squirming to try and press herself against both feathers and skin, torn between her desire to feel that downy softness and press herself against the man she loved. Though she guessed technically since it was his wings she was fascinated with, it wasn’t much that different. “And so what if I do?”She muttered looking at him,even as her fingers continued stroking over his wings.

Lucifer could feel how Thorne was fighting his commanding behavior, he knew that she would but still he wanted to have her follow his command just for the moment, for her to simply embrace that he was in control right now, of course only for a mere moment. "Very awkward indeed.", he agreed as he nibbled lovingly on her neck. A lust filled moan slipped past his lips at the painfully pleasurable pressure with her ass against him like this. "Your ass is the best..", he told her softly.

He pulled his head back, letting his hand on her throat slip down slowly to her collar bone, watching her closely as she took the opportunity to feel his feathers with more then just her hands. It was fascinating for him as well to watch just how fascinated she was about his wings. Luc had no idea that her fascination wasn't about just his wings, but about him in general. He wouldn't be very happy to find out that she had dug into his past without asking him about it first. His entire life before waking up after fallen was nothing that he wanted to remember.

He could feel that she was struggling between wanting to move closer to his wings, though still pressing against him, which was a difficult situation. He hadn't used his wings like this for a long time and wouldn't be able to be more flexible then this for the moment without hurting himself. She would have to let this level of envelopment and intimacy with his wings suffice before he had trained his flexibility up more, which he was sure to do now that Thorne was around.

"Nothing, really. Just want you to know that they're all yours and I will let you have them whenever you want from now on.", he told her softly while countering her gaze with his own. He pressed his softly lips against hers, sliding his hand on her collar bone down to her chest, brushing it against her breasts, cupping them in his hand softly but with determined firmness, he could no longer stay away from touching her lovely and sensitive shapes. His other hand at her waist grew bolder then to just tease her like this, slipping along her waist to her ass, gripping it firmly. He pulled his hips back for a moment, hers forward just a tiny bit, not being able to house the sheer amount of wanton lust anymore, he had to vent it somehow. Positioning himself for a brief moment, he slipped his cock between her legs, having it push a bit hard up and against her pussy so that she could feel how he slipped against her while moving to press her ass against his crotch again. A loving and pleasured moan slipped past his lips once again at the wonderful feel of her pussy against his cock like this.

“Hm, it better be. As it’s the only ass you’re going to be seeing now.”She growled at him, shivering as he touched her skin, closing her eyes as she rested her cheek against his wings, sighing softly. “Good. Cause I love your wings.”She muttered shivering harder as touched her moan, squirming as he moved away, whimpering at the loss. “Luc…”She whined quietly, spreading her legs a little more as he pressed between her legs, looking slightly nervous at the wings before deciding he’d tell her if she was hurting him.

Reaching up she rested her hands on the curve of bone at the edges of his wings, using his wings to steady herself as she tipped a little bit forward, pressing her ass more into him, groaning as the moan made him slip more against her pussy, wanting more then this. “unless your going to fuck me standing up, we might want to lay down before we fall down.”She teased, moaning quietly as she glanced over her shoulder at him, raising her eyebrows a little.

Luc smirked at her demanding tone, which was perfectly fine due to that he loved her ass so much. In fact, he loved all of her, and would never even consider there to be anything better then what she could give him. "I'm glad.", he told her dreamily, loving that she adored him so much, his wings at that, as they were so sensitive and special to him. That she liked them was very important for him. She was even comfortable and daring enough to use his wings as support for herself, which he loved, his wings could handle much more then her weight alone anyway, so supporting him with them simply felt great, mostly for his ego that he could be this reliable in supporting her. She even used his wings as leverage to press her ass against his hips more firmly. Moaning lustfully at their amazing position, he was just as done as Thorne was with the teasing by now, all he wanted right now was to fuck her and fuck her he would. The way that she glanced back at him, that playful look of hers was begging for him to take her.

'Tsch', he muttered as he unwrapped his wings slowly, sending them to hang readily at his back as the light in the room once again shone upon them. "As long as I can stand, I'm not laying down anywhere.", he told her, picking her up by wrapping his hand on her ass around her waist instead and walking them both up to a wall as he set her down again, pressing her lightly against it as he nibbled her neck, sliding his hands down to her waist and pulling her hips back a bit so that her upper body was pressed onto the wall and her ass sticking out, which was just perfect for his intentions of fucking her silly like this. Positioning himself, he slipped inside of her with little effort, bringing his hips all the way to her ass, moaning lustfully at how her amazingly pleasurable pussy so tightly wrapped around his length. He didn't give her time to get used to him, thrusting his hips back and forth quick and hard, plunging his cock in and out of her repeatedly, simply to ease some of the overwhelming and lustful pleasure that he so selfishly had to relieve himself off before he could calm himself down and love her properly.

Thorne yelped a little startled as she was picked up, and pouting a little even as she blinked quickly in the sudden light, pouting at being deprived of her handhold. Smiling as she rested her hands against the wall she blushed a little as she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Hm, I’m sure going to make sure you cant stand.”She teased looking over at him, shivering as he slid into her, a low moan escaping.

Gasping in pleasure as he moved quickly into her she squirmed, rocking her hips back into his, feeling overwhelmed. Oh, this is what she’d needed after a long day of doing pointless shopping, no matter how much she loved her dress, she was still feeling a little stupid, and a lot girlish over the fact that she’d gone shopping. Shifting, she braced her hands against the wall she moved with him, legs shaking a little, despite the times they’d had sex, she was still no where near his level of control, and soon enough she was starting to fall as she orgasmed, her legs giving out from under her, hands scrambling to find something to hold onto even as she fell,catching his wings, holding herself up as she trembled in his embrace.

"I won't settle until you're brought to your knees.", he replied playfully, determined to cause her so much pleasure that she would break before he would, at least for a little moment and then recover so that he got his sweet Thorne back and could do it again later. Her response to his thrusts were simply helping him in easing his wildly out of control burning lust, her movements only allowed for him to push deeper into her. He groaned softly at the numbing, primal pleasure slipping past his defenses from his waist and seeping into his mind.

He could feel how she was already breaking under his assault, her legs trembling and her panic to find something to hold on to. He moved his wings close to the wall, making sure that she could have something to hold on to, he even gripped her hips firmer, dedicated to make her stay up and take him again and again. Suddenly, a tightening sensation rushed through him as Thorne had her first orgasm of their session, a gasping moan slipping past his lips as he bit her shoulder gently, growling playfully as he wasn't going to give in yet, not by a long shot. He was going to make sure that she had to be carried out of her. "Don't fall yet, I haven't even started..", he voiced softly before he closed his eyes, sighing out a moan into her ear as he began moving both harder and faster, ramming his hips into her ass and causing a light slapping noise occur as they were brought together. "Damn... So. Fucking. Amazing..", he groaned with his teeth clenched together before he parted them and moaned out lustfully, nuzzling his face into her back while he kept pumping her poor pussy hard.

Thorne growled at him softly as he gripped her hips firmer, squirming a little but finding that he was keeping her still as he thrust into her harder, she resorted to running her fingers through his feathers as she worked on just enjoying what he was doing.”Oh…luc…damn…amazing…”She gasped, hands fluttering slightly as she played with his feathers, just enjoying being with him. It was indeed a good thing that he had the stamina to keep up with her, because now that she’d discovered sex, she wanted him, all the time. Yep, this was going to be a fun session of sex for the two.

By the time they made it to the bed in a boneless mess of sweat, come, and warm feelings, thorne was utterly wrung out and exhausted. Smiling as he laid on his stomach, she snickered tiredly as he covered her with one wing, using it as a blanket for a moment.”It’ll be uncomfortable to sleep like that…”She muttered yawning as she shifted to her side, snuggling into him. Content to be with him, and even her curiousity about her lover and his life, for the moment was sated in the blissed out state she was in. More then anything, she wanted Lucifer to want to be with her, instead of just finding a bride. And while she believed he was happy with her most of the time, she still had moments of intense insecurity.

Rubbing her cheek against the curve of his wing she sighed, closing her eyes as she started to drift to sleep. “I love you, luc.”She muttered, yawning. Adorably cute and sleepy, and most of all, trusting that he would protect her while she was vulnerable and asleep.

Luc had quickly adjusted his stamina going at it with Thorne so many times already, and thank all creation for that, since they were doing it a lot, almost all the time as the blood of lust in Thorne kept pouncing him when they had any time alone. Luc was a perfect fit for the situation, loving to make her feel as good as she could possibly feel, over and over again. As they fucked their way towards the bed, the actual moment they had reached it was a point of sheer exhaustion for the both of them, laying on top of each other and Luc draping his wings over the both of them as a light excuse for a blanket. Laying back down on the bed, he was content in the situation, having Thorne on and to his side as they snuggled together. "For you maybe.. I'm loving this.", he replied delightedly as he loved having her on top of him, being able to be her pillow, her bed, all that she needed. Luc was more then just content in being her everything, he was content in the fact that he had finally found someone to share his life with, not just a momentary fling, but someone that really, really was perfect for him, in so many ways. Thorne was so amazingly awesome and tough to handle at so many times, she was a challenge, but always soft and forgiving, and most of all she loved him truly and wasn't afraid to show it.

Smiling stupidly he mumbled back at her with a soft and happy, almost whispering voice, "I love you too, Thorne. Sweet dreams..", he said simply, closing his eyes and enjoying the affection she gave him, and his wings. He was so exhausted it took him little effort to fall right into sleep, still covering them lightly in his black and comfy wings. His last thoughts were of Thorne, spilling out into his dreams where all he dreamed was of her again.

The next morning he woke up, his eyes sleepy and tired. He was sleeping with his arms wide away from his body, his left wing still occupied by Thorne who was apparently reveling in their softness still, even in her dreams. With a sleepy grin over at her, he moved her softly, tucking her into the sheets of the bed carefully before getting up and hitting the showers once again, as last night had left him a bit of a sex covered mess. He dispelled his wings into their tattoo form once again before he let the warm drizzles of water hit his body.

By the time he was done with his shower thorne had gotten up for her own shower, having gotten cleaned up in her own rooms before heading for the library for a much needed relaxing time. And she wanted to look at the book she’d found but hadn’t had a chance to read. Settling in to read, she sighed quietly, content to read. Her body was sore and taxed, and despite feeling energized from sex, her physical being needed rest to recover from the marathon sex from the night before. And knowing that her and Lucifer needed some time apart, not only so she could recover, but because he still had a kingdom to run, and she had a wedding to plan. And when they were together, they tended to get distracted.

A few days later Wrath smirked a little as he walked with Lucifer,”So, she’s been spending her free time reading? I thought she was excited about the wedding planning.”He mused glancing at his friend, amused that his granddaughter had been avoiding spending a lot of time with Lucifer in the past few days. Having a feeling that despite liking sex, she was feeling the strain of trying to keep up with a man as old as Lucifer. As disturbing as it was for him to consider the two having sex, he was calmer about it, and well, he knew it disturbed Lucien a great deal to see his little girl so happy having sex, so it wasn’t bothering him nearly as much as it was the lust lord.

Stepping into the library he frowned slightly at the sight of thorne dozing on the couch by the fire, a book laying on her chest he couldn’t decide if laughter, or anger would be the proper reaction. It wasn’t so much that she was reading, he was glad she had found something to relax with, but it was what she was reading that made his head ache. Leaning over the back of the couch to make sure he’d seen what he thought he had he frowned more at the title. The fall of Lucifer. While he had known the book existed, and it had been the last book written and exchanged between heaven and hell, an archangel’s final gift to his twin, Michael had wanted Lucifer to know what was being written about him. Michael, who even after all these eons of being the leader of the heavenly host, and commander of the warrior angels, had never sought out a war with hell, without being provoked first. While it was truthful, it was also a bitter read, holding all the pain of a twin’s loss, and the hope of a eventual reunion, even if it was something that Michael and Lucifer had never sought to make happen.

Wrath swallowed hard, he didn’t dare glance at Lucifer, knowing the man was going to lose it. Even if he knew why thorne had tried finding out things this way, instead of asking Lucifer, he also knew that Lucifer wouldn’t appreciate the fact that she had done so. “I think I will let you wake her up, and talk…”He muttered already easing towards the door, keeping his voice low and soft, not wanting to wake thorne, and also not wanting to draw lucifer’s attention towards him, because he just knew that the two were going to be fighting soon enough. If there was one thing Lucifer hated, it was someone snooping into his past. No matter how much he understood thorne’s reasoning for reading instead of risking asking, he just knew it wasn’t going to be pretty now that Lucifer knew she had done so.

While Lucifer hadn't heard Thorne get up and take care of herself for the morning, he was a bit sad to see his own room empty the moment he came back from the showers, but alas he was grateful to be getting some time on his hands to deal with his realm once more, and the chores had been stacking up real nice during his brief absence. As the days went on, the work became less and less, more mundane and like the way it was before he met Thorne. It was a nice feeling, but also one of restlessness, both over the boring work and over not spending so much time with Thorne for the time being. He was still much in love, troubled to be parted from his love more then together each day.

Walking towards the library, Lucifer chattered with his friend Wrath once more, having spent days apart from him as well they had things to tell each other, even just after a few days. "That's what she tells me.", Lucifer said with a solemn tone before continuing, "Though I want to say that I'm not surprised really, she doesn't seem like the type for obsessing over a wedding, besides, she knows it's going to spectacular anyway. Back to the topic, she won't even tell me what it is she's reading either..!", he said, focused on the reading part, this time his words laced with faint frustration and some complaint, probably over the fact that he wanted to know what she was reading about, or so he thought.

He was overwhelmed with serenity as he watched his love sleep like she did in the couch in front of the cozy fire. That is, until he got closer, curious as to finally getting to know the secret read she was hiding from him. Laying his gaze with high anticipation on the title of the book, instead of feeling the rush of childish joy over getting to know a secret of hers, he felt a blow to his heart, an absolutely crushing grip that seized him, anger, betrayal, so many negative emotions oozing out into his body once more. It was a sickeningly bad blend of dormant emotions and feelings over his past life and fall and starting centuries of being the ruler of hell, and that Thorne had gone out of her way and trespassed on his former life. He didn't want anyone to know or remember his former life, didn't want anyone to know or remember about his fall, nothing, nothing before he became the ruler of hell. Of course, things like this were impossible to avoid, but it wouldn't be common knowledge amongst any other then say for the sin lords.

This was terrible, Thorne had made a outright terrible move. This was very, very sensitive to Lucifer in so many ways it's impossible to put on paper like this. He heard his friend's words and suggestion, acting upon them unconsciously without even replying and letting his friend escape the line of fire unscathed. He moved to sitting in one of the chairs opposite of the sofa, seating himself softly and quietly, his eyes fixed on Thorne, angry, furious, disappointed, oh so many bad feelings confusing poor Lucifer. There he waited, glaring, waiting steadily for Thorne to wake up out of her sickeningly sweet sleep. Confused as he was, all the sweet emotions were tangled with the sour and infected, deprived of their joy and bliss. Oh this was truly a terrible moment, poor Lucifer was tangled with all those emotions overwhelming his system. Thorne was going to receive a royal lashing when she woke up.

After a good two hours of glaring and processing, Thorne hadn't woken up yet. Lucifer was fed up with waiting. "Wake the fuck up.", he said coldly, his voice laced with dangerous emotions, as he kicked the couch she was sleeping in to make her wake up. His voice was a bit loud, swooshing over the library grounds without fault, he didn't give a damned for the moment about the way it was supposed to be quiet and cozy in there. She finally woke up, and he was ready to make her realize just how deep in trouble she had buried herself in. "Good morning. That's a particularly interesting read you have there.", he began coldly, "I hope you're just browsing it for the pictures.", he added with anger tracing his every letter.

Thorne was sleeping peacefully, a hand curled over the book protectively, as if even in this, she was trying to protect him, even if it was a book and not Lucifer himself. She really did look peaceful laying there, peaceful in the knowledge that here, in lucifer’s library she was protected, and didn’t have to worry about anyone hurting her. At least, not anyone but Lucifer himself.

Startling awake when he kicked the couch she looked sweetly confused, momentarily confused at who was talking to her.”Father?”She said blinking stupidly as she tried to catch up with what was going on. After all, the only person she’d ever had sound that angry with her, had been her father on occasion, so Lucifer startling her awake, hadn’t helped anything. And she’d never heard him like this. Blinking rapidly when she realized who it really was she tensed, shifting to press back into the couch, swallowing hard. Not panicking, not yet, but the fear that tightened her stomach said that she was expecting violence, to be hurt for what she had done.

Clutching the book against her she trembled, struggling to stay calm.”N-no. I-I didn’t know how to ask you about anything…and I wanted to know more. I just wanted to know everything about you, Luc…Lucifer.”She said correcting herself after a moment, refusing to use his nickname in the middle of a fight, for a moment looking so unlike herself as she scrambled to figure out what to do. But she sounded calm, looked calm to, there was no hint of just how very afraid of him he was making her at the moment.

“I had a fascination with your wings. I wanted to know if it was a common thing, or if it was just something about my own power….and I wanted to know what you had been like when you were young…but I knew you wouldn’t appreciate if I asked.”she said staying calm, even if she was staring at the floor. “I just wanted to know more, Lucifer.”She said her voice soft and calm, sounding so young. And really, it was something that a child would do, without thinking of the consequences. Despite being 100, compared to some of the other demons, the woman was still so very young, and sometimes had moments of naivety, of thinking that he wouldn’t be angry with her for this, because she had not considered how he would react. Had only thought of her desire to know.

Not even Thorne's cute awakening could phase Lucifer out of his anger. At any height, all he could see was her being severely startled by the awakening, scurrying to get her self awoke and attentive. He couldn't see any fear, no scardie cat like he wanted to see at the moment. He wanted to see her fear, to know that understood the, to him, severity of the situation. He was blinded by the dangerous emotions and couldn't see from any other point of view then his own.

"If you wanted to know something, then you should have asked me!", he growled steadily in response, angry that she didn't come to him for this information. Why there was a high chance that he wouldn't have told her and be a bit angry about it anyway, but that would have been way better then this. She was staring at the floor, eager to avoid his glare, so some of his message was sinking into her at least. "Then you should have asked ME, not turn to some fucking book! Let me choose what I want to tell you myself!", he growled angrily. As the book was written by his twin, it had everything, all the nitty gritty details and stories about him up till the day he was cast out of heaven and into hell. There was so many reasons that he was emotional about this. His twin Michael wrote it that ultimately was a driving part in that he fell. His evolved views made his father cast him out of heaven. He would never be in heaven again, he would never be in Eden again, he would never see his old friends again, at least not for any friendly reason. He would never be what he once was, and was damned to forever rule over the warm, wicked and disgusting hell that he only had grown to be contempt over the majority of his centuries spent down there. He was really angry with himself, his father, his twin, heaven, hell, earth, everything really.

The library had from being a calm place of knowledge, turned into a boiling pot of rage from it's creator. Lucifer stood himself up, the force pushing his chair backwards with a loud scraping noise. "I don't remember giving you permission to dig around in my past, I can't believe you went behind my back like this Thorne!", he shouted, glaring at her from up high, down at her in her couch. Lucifer was so angry he would boil over any second, that he would definitely smash something to pieces if it escalated any further. "How would you feel if I read a diary that you had written for many years, every little detail and information of your embarrassing life for me to gloat over and devour!? All the times you peed yourself!? The first time you masturbated!? Do you believe I have the right to know that, without even asking you about it and giving you a choice!?", he shouted angrily and loudly. Lucifer knew they weren't fair examples, but he only wanted to state examples. The issue was only escalating and escalating.

Thorne’s shoulders hunched as she clutched at the book in her hands, tears filling her eyes as she looked up at him.”Y-you wouldn’t have answered. Father never answered anything, if asked. I thought I would just look, because you would get upset.”She said.Looking up at him tears filled her eyes as she realized that he hated being here, hated what he’d been turned into, and most of all…even if it wasn’t true, she could see he hated her. At least that’s what she was seeing in his anger. That he hated her.

Shifting she pressed back into the couch, pulling her legs up, trembling as she looked at the man towering over her, looking so small, so young. Flushing at his words she swallowed hard, pain filling her eyes at his words, before standing slowly, moving to go around him.”I…I’m just going to go….there’s no use talking right now….”She said sounding so sad, sure that she was saying goodbye for the last time. That after this, he wouldn’t want her. And the idea broke her, scared her to consider not being with him. Standing in front of him she looked up at him, before raising a hand,gently touching his cheek, even if she knew she shouldn’t touch him, she couldn’t not do it, if this really was the last time she’d see him. “Goodnight lucifer…”She muttered moving to walk around him, bracing herself.

Because the idea of leaving him forever was killing her, but she was sure that he wasn’t going to want to be with her. Not with how angry he was. And what was worse, she hadn’t looked into his past to gloat over it, or to just read, she had looked into the book she was so desperately in love with him, that she had wanted to understand him better.

"I'M NOT YOUR FATHER!!", he exploded, as that was all he could really absorb from her words. He was so self absorbed within his own swelling anger that he didn't register any positive message within it, but only the negative and emphasized on it until it bloated to immeasurable size. His blood was boiling, he wanted to smash everything and everyone in the room in an attempt to sooth the rage. He would never hurt Thorne however, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did. It was likely that he actually wouldn't live either, having both Wrath and Lucien extract their combined smiting upon him for laying a bad hand on her.

"What?", he exclaimed as she told him she would be leaving. He wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot. He needed to punish her for doing what she did, to really each her that it's a bad thing to do. Suddenly, something he had not anticipated at all, she touched his cheek, softly at that. His raging anger was stunned, by a mere touch from his love, the problem was, that what awoke within him was twisted. Her mere touch left a desire to want more rising within him, to feel more of that soft and loving skin, but at the same time the anger wanted to punish her for what she had done. He wouldn't dare hurting her, but he wouldn't for the life of him let her leave without punishment, and as a twisted creation of wanting more, wanting to punish, anger, a faint lust only amplified by the anger spilling into it, came into his mind. What if he could punish her in a way that they would enjoy, that wasn't hurting her and was still a punishment. A torturous thought manifested in Luc's mind, fueled by lust and anger, of letting him enjoy her body, while she can't enjoy his.

As Thorne let her hand slip off his cheek, turning to walk away, he grabbed her wrist firmly, a bit hard even, stopping her in her motion to leave. "Where do you think you're going!? I'm not done with you yet!", he growled, not loudly this time but still a strange foreboding anger hidden between the letters. "I can't just let you leave so simply after what you've done.", he added, his voice cold, firm. He dragged her back, halfheartedly tossing her into the couch again. The bed where she had slept so wonderfully, she would be punished so severely. "You need to be punished.", he added just as firmly and coldly as before. He moved in, not letting her get a moment for herself, pushing her down on the sofa with his lower arm across her chest. His expression was cold, like he was indifferent to the action he was performing on her, but he was not, he was twisted right now, he had snapped from a mix of powerful emotions.

As he held her down, he savagely tore her pants off her body, her panties following suit as he cared little for obstructions with his torturous plans. He kept her down, firmly slipping his other hand over her legs, all over them with soft and tender, yet firm and demanding strokes. He was hell bent on torturing her with pleasure, he wasn't going to let her orgasm by him, he was just going to let her be close to climax, all the time, torture, it would drive her insane. A fitting punishment for her actions.

Thorne yelped as she was grabbed, jerking at her wrist to try to get him to let go. Afraid of what he was doing, scared of the anger and lust she could feel. “Lucifer!Please.”She begged quietly, jerking at her wrist frantically trying to get him to let go, struggling to get up as he held her down, tears filling her eyes as she was held down, even as her hips raised a little, helplessly moving against the hand that was pleasuring her. Crying harder as she realized what he was doing, that he was going to punish her with pleasure.

Nearly two hours later Thorne was crying silently, helplessly leaning against the arm of the couch, her hands resting on lucifer’s shoulders as he leaned over her,but for once not drawing him closer. Even after two hours, she was still fighting him. Still trying to push him away as he tortured her, even as her body moved helplessly under his ministrations, responding to the touch that she usually enjoyed, but had quickly crossed the line from pleasure to pain. In so much overwhelming pain by not being allowed to come, but being kept on the brink, that she could do nothing but cry, and try helplessly to get the man holding her down away from her.

Unknown to her though, even if she was crying softly, was the soft begging words passing her lips. Even if he hadn’t listened to her for the last two hours, she was still hopeful that he would hear her, that he would let her go. That his hatred for her wouldn’t keep him torturing her. But even as she moved helplessly against his hand, groaning, whimpering as his fingers moved inside her, and he still left her hanging on the edge of a orgasm without letting her go over, she passed out, tortured beyond what her body was willing to endure, her mind had mercy on her as she slumped bonelessly against him, for all appearances looking like he’d killed her, but the slight rise and fall of her chest, though shallow, said she was still breathing.

Lucifer didn't register her pleas, ignoring her futile resistance, nothing broke through the wall of anger that was shielding him from all external trials. He couldn't even register that she was crying by his behavior, how he was just about raping her. After just about two whole hours of him torturing her to her very edge again and again, it seemed like her body had finally given up, her body turning limp as she fainted from the painful pleasure. His plan had succeeded, his anger had toned down now that she had been properly punished, but what came next his mind had not dared anticipate.

A rising fear grew quick within him, remorse swiftly following in its wake. As the anger finally subsided, overcome by his own terrible actions, he was filled with guilt and a stabbing heartache, sadness. "What have I done...", he whimpered to himself, as if to debate with himself i he was actually at fault. Of course he was at fault, and he knew this even though he wanted to escape it. Taking Thorne gently in his arms, he held her tenderly for a long time, a good ten minutes or so before he rested her down against the couch again, slipping her underwear and pants on her again as he looked at her with great sadness and remorse for his stupid actions. "I'm so.. so very sorry, my dear, sweet Thorne. I hope that you can forgive me some day for my terrible actions...", he whispered in a pathetic attempt to console both her and himself.

Picking her up in his arms, her head leaning softly against his shoulder, he walked them both back to his mansion, slowly, steadily, staring at Thorne for the entire time. While back, he entered her personal chambers and placed her carefully on her own bed. Standing beside her for a while and looking at her, he thought of what he would do next, how would he ever be forgiven for something like this? What he had done was simply a sheer atrocity which he was desperately trying to convince himself that it wasn't. Lucifer was confused, still angry at her for trespassing in his previous life on one end, on the other remorseful for what he had done.

He couldn't wait for her answer, he was torturing himself over this, which was much less then fair for his actions at that. He had to get out of there, turning and leaving her room behind him as he headed for his own study and work room. The moment he entered, he closed the door behind him, locking it shut as he wanted to hide himself away from the shame, hide from the truth and from the repercussions of his actions, he only wanted to escape the moment and deal with his emotions. So he began working, taking care of his blasphemous hell hole he had to call home, distracting himself from the world outside. He didn't eat, rarely drink, just worked until there was nothing more he could work on for the moment. That's when the emotions came rolling back as he had nothing else to focus on, the remorse, regret and guilt far more powerful then the anger alone at this point, still mixed so painfully, Lucifer tossed his chair with a scream across the room, shattering it against the wall as he dropped down on his knees at first, quickly dropping down on his elbows, his head against the ground. "Damn it...", he groaned to himself as the tears began appearing, one by one, dripping up his face and onto the ground as he wept for his sins against the person he had absolute love for. As his emotions and thoughts kept bombarding him, he couldn't help blaming himself for everything, how he was tossed out of his former home, destroying his relationship with his twin brother, with his father, being rejected and destroying everything and all that was around him, doomed for all eternity. "Damn it... Damn it.. Damn it.", he kept repeating as he wept, raising his voice until he was screaming, throwing a tantrum with his hand on the ground. Oh poor Lucifer was angry, remorseful, confused is what he was, he didn't know what to do anymore.

Thorne slept for nearly 4 hours, as her body recovered from the torture Lucifer had done to her. It wasn’t so much the sex that had hurt her, or her own emotional thoughts that wanted away from him, it was that being kept on that edge of orgasm had stressed her out to the point that it was having a backlash of overwhelming the woman. Sleeping, she woke confused and disoriented, looking around her as she struggled to figure out where she was. Frowning a little when she realized one, that she was pretty much okay, and two that she was in her own rooms. Looking confused she got up out of bed, taking a slow shower, needing to feel clean. Even if he hadn’t raped her truly, it was so close that her emotional reaction to it was like any victim, wanting to not feel the touch of the one man she loved. It would take time, and patience, for the queen of hell to recover.

She had trusted Lucifer, trusted him so much with herself that having him react like this, even if she knew she was at fault, was making her reel and stumble in confusion. Cleaning up slowly she dressed, pausing in front of her closet before bracing herself, tugging on a pair of his jeans, and one of his sweaters, turning her head, burying her face against the fabric as she worked on the nerve to go figure out where he was. Sniffing the fabric something tight in her chest relaxed at the scent of Lucifer clinging to the fabric. Even if he was the one who had hurt her, he was also the one person she trusted more then anyone else, that she loved. Which left her feeling confused and lost, not knowing if he still wanted her, remembering how he had looked at her before he’d started. Really, really sure that he hated her now, which she was sure was why he had done this.

Raising her hand to wipe the tears away as she looked at herself in the mirror she swallowed, shivering a little. Tying her hair back out of her face she knew she had to face Lucifer, if only so that she could say goodbye for the last time. Looking so lost and hurt in his clothes, she looked so much younger then she was dressed in the clothes to large for her, but the fact that she hadn’t running screaming for wrath or Lucien to come save her, said that she was still in love with him, even if he had managed to damage things between them…if it could be fixed, only time would tell.

Shuddering a little as she got to his office she paused outside the door, curling her bare toes into the carpet as she heard him screaming, trembling hard, scared past reason even as she forced herself to step into the room. Crossing the room silently until her toes nearly touched his hand where it was resting on the ground, looking down at him, her arms wrapped around herself. Looking so hurt, so very hurt by what he had done. “my lord?”She whispered, looking down at his head, trembling harder because she had no idea what the right way to ask if he hated her, or if he wanted her to go was, but she knew that she had no right to call him Lucifer anymore, not when she had betrayed him so badly. That was it. She was so sure he hated her for what she had done, that she couldn’t see he wasn’t angry with her, but with himself. “…I can have my things packed soon…I just came down to tell you to give me a few minutes…”She said her voice soft and hurt. Arms tight around her stomach, hugging herself.

Lucifer was so deep in confused self pity that he didn't notice Thorne's presence until she stood right in front of him, so very close to touching him but still so far away yet. He froze when her voice reached his ears, scared, how could he even dare to look upon her face again after what he had done. Would she leave him, he wondered, fearing the thought of not being together with her anymore. She hadn't used his name, the only reason he could figure that she didn't do so was that she hated him now after his terrible actions. He didn't deem himself worthy of her love anymore, but he didn't want to face that truth even though it seemingly stared him right in the face.

Her following words came to him as a question, but he was sure that he interpreted it wrong, that his mind was playing tricks on what she actually said. He braced himself, trying not to show the fear, the pain, the remorse, the tears, slowly sitting himself up on his knees and looking up at the love of his life that he had so splendidly ruined. The expression on his face was one of pain and sadness, guilt, insecurity even. "I.. I..", he muttered and fumbled with his words, having a great hard time to find the right words for the situation, "If that's what you wish..", he said sadly. He didn't want to loose her, no way, no no way. But he wasn't going to force her to stay against her will, and if she wanted to leave, which was the way he had interpreted it, then so be it, she was free to leave however she wanted. Lucifer's heart was torn in half, he couldn't bare the thought of not having Thorne by his side, but her leave was just for his actions.

"I can send for help with your things..", he said softly and sadly yet again. He stood himself up, looking into her eyes for what he believed would be the very last time, taking a deep breath before he said what might be the last words he would ever say to her as well. "I understand that you want to leave me after what I did... I won't stop you. I just...", he muttered softly, his confidence shot out the window, brought weak by the sad eyes of his soon to be ex lover. "I want you to know that I know there is nothing that I can do to make you forgive me for what I've done. I'm a despicable being, I'm not worthy to even be taking to you. I just want you to hear my last words to you...", he began with a light stutter to his words, trying to steady himself for what he was about to say. "I don't have the right to say this. But I still love you. I'm not even mad at you.. I'm mad at myself. I guess punishing you for reading about who I was, shielded and took away the pain I feel every day when I can't go back there, to be stuck down here in this.. Hell.. Never to be able to go back to my home.", he voiced softly with great sadness before he used up his ending statement with even greater sadness, "I want you to know how much I regret what I've done, but there is nothing that I can do to prove it fully to you.". He reached his hands out towards Thorne, wanting to touch her, wanting to lay his hands on her again and bring her in for a hug, but he only trembled, stopping himself before his hands reached her body, he couldn't find it to lay his hands on her again, the way that he had used the very same hands to punish her so severely. He whimpered silently as he let his arms drop to his sides again, looking away from her as he couldn't bare to look at her anymore, how her very gaze raked his heart at the current situation. "If you are going to leave, you should do it now, I don't deserve your presence anymore. Please just...", he whimpered lightly, ready to break apart at any moment.

Thorne looked startled down at him as he sat up, unable to stop herself from taking a small step back from the man in front of her, even on his knees, he intimidated her, and in her current state she couldn’t help the fear that tightened her stomach. Pressing her arms tighter against her stomach she stared at him, looking confused at his words. Looking at a loss. Didn’t he want her to go?Wasn’t that why he had punished her?Because he hated her? Looking at her in even more confusion as he tried to speak, hands fiddling with the sleeves that were to long for her. She looked adorable and beautiful in his clothes.

Swallowing hard as he stood she trembled harder, eyes searching his face, refusing to step back. Refusing to move away from him, if this was the last time she was near him, she needed to be close to him,even if she was scared. Torn between wanting to be held, and run screaming. Looking stunned at his words she whispered quietly.”You don’t want me to go?You don’t hate me?”She whispered after a moment, shifting, staring down at the floor. Looking so young, so lost. And so very hurt by his actions, that she had no idea how to respond.

Trembling a little as he reached for her, she swallowed hard as she refused to move away. Bracing herself to be touched, because no matter how afraid of him she was, she was also in love with him. It was painful, so painful for her to be torn apart by her own emotions. Watching him as he looked away from her she swallowed, lowering her arms, fisting her hands at her sides as she braced herself for what she needed to do. Stepping closer she leaned into him a little, wrapping him in a quick hug before scampering back, looking up at him, eyes wide, looking like a startled colt, looking ready to bolt at the slightest sign that it was going to go badly. It had taken everything for her to give him that moment, and she loved him. Loved him enough to overlook this, to try and work on their relationship, if they could still have one, but it would take time, and work. It wouldn’t be a instant fix, and he was better off knowing that right off. And just looking at her, he had to know that it would take patience and time to heal the wound that his actions had left. But the fact that she had made the first move, was a good sign that she wanted to work on it.

“I don’t want to leave.”She said after a moment, shifting, balancing on her toes, looking for all the world ready to leave the moment he moved towards her. It had taken everything to get close to him, to do this much. She wanted to work on being them again, but it was hard on her, and was going to be even harder on Lucifer since he had caused it. Even if she was blaming herself, for making him punish her. Oh yes,she didn’t blame him,even if she was afraid of him, she blamed herself for giving him a reason to need to punish her. “I…I don’t want to leave.”She said again, looking at him with wide eyes. As if, despite his words of love, waiting for the moment he told her it was a lie, that he really hated her for looking into his past and told her to get out.