Rise - part 3
A part of her wanted this so painfully she never would be able to admit or put into words, an other screamed inside her head asking what she was doing or even thinking. This time Anna gratefully gave in to her grace, obeying the order from a superior, even though he had fallen. Right now it didn’t matter. If Lucifer really did know that his questions couldn’t be answered with words, didn’t cross her mind, since she gladly wanted to show him, even though it built a hole in her stomach. The surprise on his face as she enfolded it with her hands, stepping closer, made her smile softly. Even more when he didn’t stop her, didn’t scold her, didn’t push her away as she closed the distance and cautiously brushed her lips across his, before she kissed him tenderly. The moment her lips touched his, he placed his hands around her wrists, but his grip wasn’t tight, it seemed to her that he needed something to hold on. At least that thought crossed her mind and Anna couldn’t help, but erase the little space that was left between them.
As her hands moved further to the back of his neck across his skin, his hands just stayed in their first position letting his fingertips brush across her lower arm. But that wasn’t the reason why goosebumps appeared on her skin, much more the way his lips moved on hers, repeating her movements. And all of the sudden Anna was curious what he would do by himself, if she just continued like that. Why she was that bold she couldn’t tell and she couldn’t care less. Eagerly she pressed her body against his, still he stood like a rock, not needing to shift his stance against hers. One of Lucifer’s hands moved up into her hair, clawing into it and pressing her head slightly towards his. Anna had to gasp a little and her lips felt that he smirked. Why had this simple expression such an arousing effect on her? Still Anna had to restrain herself. She wanted to show him the opposite.
Thinking of that Anna pulled back a little, gasping for air as his other hand moved down her spine. Sensing that he stopped, she couldn’t allow herself to ruin the moment through hesitating. She didn’t dare to look into his eyes and narrowed her lids, softly placing her lips on the side of his neck, right beneath the stubbles. There was a just a hint of a tremble, yet Anna noticed it, just like his different breathing. Slowly she moved her lips down across the muscles of his neck to his collarbone, taking one hand from his neck to pull sightly at his shirts, so give her more space. Eyes closed, giving in to the excitement that Lucifer allowed her to continue like that. His hand stopped on her lower back just the second her lips rested on his collarbone and Anna couldn’t help but nip the skin just once. He inhaled but it was her who trembled.
What an irony that it was her who hat to restrain herself now and he seemed to be the patient one. Anna could feel her body shiver slightly due to the tension and she kissed her way back to the line of his jaw, realizing that Lucifer had taken the reigns again without her noticing, as his lower hand had sneaked beneath her shirt, his fingertips only touching her silken skin like a breath of air and still burning into her boned, making her melt from the inside. Why did she want him that badly. Why? Suddenly his grip in her hair tightened, showing Anna that he indeed had to compose himself, because her eyes instinctively jumped up to his seeing the glint, like the morningstar in the evening sky. Her heart was racing and her breath was about to join at the view like this. Was there anger in his glance? Did he felt tortured? Quickly she brought her hand back to his face and kissed him again, making his grip on her ease. But there was no relief, since she wanted him even more now, as he gave in to her.
Anna’s hands had a will on their own as the ran to the collar of his shirt and beneath it, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. Lucifer let his arms drop so that she could pull it off. She noticed a second of hesitation in his movement and she could figure, that he was thinking about letting the clothes simply vanish. But even though he played her, it still was her lead and as her hands placed themselves on his shoulder blades he enfolded her face to kiss her, petrifying her for a moment. It was then when she lost control for a moment, letting her tongue taste his chapped lips, panting. This simply wasn’t fair. Startled she pulled back just to look into Lucifer’s mocking face. “I get it”, he did indeed whisper, smirking. “Gently.” Anna swallowed dryly. She didn’t want to stop now and obviously it was written all over her face. “Didn’t you like it?” Lucifer asked, his facial expression frozen. “I…. d…did”, her reply was stammered.
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Rise - part 2
Anna tried to swallow down her discomfort but she knew that Lucifer had noticed her much too human reaction. His eyes caught hers again and he let go off her, crossing his arms in front of his chest, allowing his face to show a mixture of disgust and amusement. Anna’s bones felt like ice, her body dead. The aching marks of his hand on her body seemed to be the only burning thing of her. She refused to look away, taking a closer look to his body instead. Lucifer wore the same clothes as the last time: jeans, t-shirt and open shirt, but his vessel had changed for the worse, which pained her. Again she fought down the urge to touch him, gritting her teeth. “Why did you punish me?” Anna managed to ask, her voice still hoarse, still human. “Did I?” Lucifer rose one brow. “You could have done every thing you wanted too”, he gestured around with one hand. “Inside these walls.” “You left me … alone”, she quickly added the last word. “Isolated me.” “Oh, you think that I wanted to show you, what I’ve been through?” he crooked his brows. “You silly thing. I came back, didn’t I?”
Anna felt like she was breathing water, not air. Lucifer hadn’t said anything to her. He hadn’t told her that he would come back, but he hadn’t said that he wouldn’t either, leaving her the choice to believe and expect what she wanted. Of course he had known that she would go for the bad possibility. She narrowed her eyes. “Oh come on, Anna”, he was in a huff. “I didn’t treat you bad, did I?” “Apart from…?” she wasn’t able to speak out or think of the right words, a wave of vertigo ran through her body. This memory. Why was he so unaffected? And why couldn’t she stop wanting him. It had to be him. It had to. But would he really think of doing this to her? Did he need to? His pride would never allow him to act like that. “You still have to explain some things to me”, Lucifer ripped her out of her thoughts. “Most of all these … disgusting emotions.” Anna swallowed and watched these puny movements in his face. He chose to regard them like that, because they were human, and chose this word to hurt her, because she was more human than angel, because he wouldn’t admit that he felt just like her about it.
“It’s like trying to fly when your wings aren’t strong enough to bring you up all by themselves. Feeling the air beneath your wings is the pleasure and joy, but to get there you have to get up the hill, run fast, speed up. You have to go further than you think you can, give in to the pain, enjoy it because you know where it will take you. It’s just like what you have felt”, Anna had to avoid his gaze as she spoke, but looked up, when she continued. “If you stop before you reach the edge, which will make you soar, all you have is the pain and ache and you will fall and crash.” She knew this metaphor would make it easier to understand for him, even though it was ridiculously ironical to explain what one felt during sex to an angel through paragliding. Anna watched his features tense a little and she knew that he had understood, while her own thoughts sneaked further, agreeing that the moment of jumping off the edge, loosing the ground beneath the feet was the most exciting, breathtaking one.
She snapped back into the here and now when Lucifer moved in front of her, sending a jolt through her bones, even though he only shifted, pursing his lips. “So it’s always like that?” he gestured again, supporting his elbow on the lower arm which was still wrapped around his torso. His facial expression was unimpressed. “It’s similar, but not exactly the same”, Anna replied truthfully before really thinking about it, realizing the direction this could go in the very moment the last word dropped off her lips. Her heart which just had calmed down, sped up a bit and she could feel how she blushed. Why? “Explain”, Lucifer simply said and tilted his head in curiosity. Anna blinked a few times and frowned, not knowing how to start, much more what even to say. “There are always varieties”, she shrugged a little desperately. How do you explain to an angel who just knows equality and no individuality, only black and white, the shades of gray?
Anna licked her lips once more and her eyes dropped to the ground, searching for the right metaphor. “It’s not a human thing. It is the way of creation. Like flowers have different colors, food have a different taste. Like heaven has an hierarchy. From cherub to archangel.” Cautiously she dared to look at Lucifer, trying to figure out if he understood. His eyes had wandered as well and he moved his mouth in thought. “So”, he tilted his head into the other direction. “That was more like…?” Anna couldn’t simply say what was her association, that she indeed would have connect that kind of sex to a rank of an arch-angel. “Aggressive, demanding, driven”, she tried to finish his question calmly. “And you say that there is an opposite to that?” Anna swallowed. “Not only the opposite, but different shades … levels.” “So what is the opposite?” Lucifer mad one step towards her and caught her gaze. His question sounded more like an order and angel as she was Anna felt the urge to obey, even though the tone made her freeze and almost choke on her own breath.
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Rise - part 1
She couldn’t tell how much time has passed since the last time she had spoken to anyone - meaning Lucifer. Anna hadn’t anything to drink or eat but she didn’t need to, which had told her that he had given her back at least parts of her angelic self. After sitting hours or days … weeks?… on the ground, being naked she finally had dared to give herself some clothing, realizing eventually how terrified she was of her brother and the whole situation she was in. There wasn’t anything to do but wait, being alone with herself and her thoughts, memories, doubts and fears. Anna couldn’t even think of killing herself, even though she wasn’t sure if she could refer to herself as an angel. Even if she did, Lucifer would simply bring her back if he wanted to, maybe being really displeased with her actions. A thought that terrified her even more. On the other hand maybe he didn’t really care. But would he really leave her like that to rot in a pit of darkness? … after this?
Anna’s senses were electrified to every change of her surroundings that strongly that they seemed to make up movements and sounds, so that she eventually didn’t react to a single one of them. Not even when the invisible, nonexistent door did open. Still she had stayed in darkness, even though she had power to clothe herself and make her body immune to the cold. Strangely she had started to take away the numbness of her senses, to find comfort in freezing, feeling goosebumps in the body in which Lucifer had imprisoned her, the one she had been born in when she chose to become a human. After she had explored it, realizing that it really had been hers, she had started to exercise, but eventually the loneliness and questions had taken over her, leaving her to sit in the ground and stare into the darkness, listening, waiting. And when the moment had finally come, Anna was too numb to realize.
The door shut, yet she shoved the sound away, figuring it was just another illusion, sniffling the strange change of odor in the air. Anna slightly tilted her head, shaking it. Just another trick of her own mind. She exhaled and stopped to breathe, trying to fight what she believed was her own creation. Suddenly two hands grabbed her upper arms, forcing her to rise up on her own feet. Petrified her body was flabby like a doll, only her eyes tore open wide as light filled the room like a frozen sunrise and she could see Lucifer in front of her. The heart of her body started to race painfully and a lump built in her throat. Anna was filled with horror and relief, not daring to move, afraid that he would simply leave, that her movement would ruin the illusion of him being here, even though she was craving desperately to throw her arms around him and cling to him, feeling his warmth again. In her head she beat down the tiny voice which reminded her of who he was.
The opposite commands of her mind made her body shake like a leaf and her eyes burned as fiery tears gathered in them. Lucifer simply stared at her without a roguish smirk or mischievous glint in his eyes. He was cold like a rock of ice and still like a warm sun to her, just like the weak rays of sunlight at a winter morning when the world was covered in ice and snow. As Anna’s mind seemed to realize that he in fact was real, standing before her after countless times, her numbness melted in his presence. Her emotions broke through the frozen surface. Still she couldn’t allow herself to give in to this disgusting need to pull him near, so she wanted to succumb to her pain and anger. Gritting her teeth she inhaled to scold at him, demand him to tell her why he had done this to her. It was the freezing fear of his reaction that tore a hole into her stomach, stealing the air out of her lungs.
“So I gave you back your grace and you decided to wait in darkness?” his raspy voice stated, not really asking. It was a slap into her face. “You could have built yourself everything.” Lucifer tilted his head slightly. Why hadn’t she been able to think of this. Why hadn’t she sensed it? “Did you?” Anna managed to reply in a hoarse tone. The gaze he threw at her burned her core and made her flinch and she noticed that his fingers tightened around her arms, even though the expression of his face didn’t change a bit. She caught her apology on her lips and licked them. His eyes reacted to this movements, springing down to her mouth and the burn in her chest wandered straight to her, making her uncomfortable and blush. What had he done to her?
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Wake - part 13
As the aftershocks slowly faded away it wasn’t only Anna who realized what just had happened, that this hadn’t exactly been the original plan. A shiver of cold occupied her human body in the very moment she became aware of that and what it could mean. Just then Lucifer pulled out and away and her body hung weak in her bonds, which caught her. Without them Anna would simply have dropped to the ground. Without him she froze. This feeling and his reaction to this awareness felt like a punch in the guts. She needed a moment to gather herself and get up on her feet, to realize that he was leaving. Leaving her like that. The only thing she was able to bring out was “No”, feeling that even this was too much. Yet her senses seemed to be heightened, more than human. But she didn’t care. Anna just knew that he was still there. “Don’t leave me like this”, she exhaled almost tonelessly. “This is exactly what I am doing”, Lucifer replied icily. On the other hand his own words belied.
Anna pulled herself on her feet. She felt strange. Like just woken up from a long and deep sleep. Every nerve did hurt, every muscle, every bone. Yet she almost seemed to be reborn and still felt like dying. It had to be the confusion about her situation since Lucifer just had her brought back from nothingness. Carefully she tore at her bonds, feeling cold on her skin - better than it was before and still it made her shiver. “You’ll just leave me like that?” she renewed her words, pointing out that she was naked, blindfolded and tied to the ceiling. “No”, the tone and sound of his voice struck her like a thunder, making her realize that he could simply just kill her again. But why did it bother her all of the sudden? Why did she want to stay. “You still have to explain a lot to me, sister.” The title made her feel ill, but even though she felt like it, she didn’t throw up.
The sound of a door slamming hit her just as hard as her own slump on the floor. He was gone and she was freed, still freezing on the ground. But now she was awake. Or was she still dreaming?
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Wake - part 12
Then she felt his tongue on her throat, making her hum a suppressed moan, just to turn her sound into a high gasp as he moved slowly, again ever so slowly. Anna knew that he was watching her expression, most certainly smirking at what he saw. Quickly she moved a hand to her blindfold, to tear it away, but Lucifer was faster, grabbing her wrist painfully, smashing it against the wall and her body with it. Anna whined as he pushed himself into her forcefully, but it was less pain and more pleasure, since he filled her up completely, driving her mad. Now she did squirm, even more as he slightly bit in her neck, sliding his teeth upwards along with his tongue. She let out a pleading whimper and he moved as a response. Anna heard him gasp, felt the breath against her skin and she crawled her free fingers at the line of his hair. She flexed her legs, making him push back inside her and again she felt the heavy breath on her skin, making her shiver.
Anna brought her hand from his neck to his cheek, leading his mouth to hers, not trying again pull away her blindfold. She sucked at his lips and he let go of her wrist, placing his hand back at her thigh. And now he began to start a slow and deep pace. Anna panted into his opened mouth, moaning into it as she teased his tongue, ignoring the strangeness about it. Lucifer kept going, commanding the waves of heat that took over her body, burning her veins, playing with her nerves. Anna was feverish. She could feel his movement everywhere, even in the tip of her hair. Her fingers buried themselves into his hair again, holding his face in place and he went along with it. Anna could notice that he slowly stopped thinking, starting to simply react to her attacking his mouth, leaving his movements up to his body. She couldn’t believe how arousing this felt. She wanted more. She needed more. And she heard herself panting it out.
Lucifer replied with a grunting noise, slapping a shock of electricity though her body and sped up his pace a little an thrusted almost aggressively into her. Anna felt this insane mixture of pain and pleasure, not knowing the difference anymore. She leaned her head backwards against the wall breathing almost desperately through her mouth, whining as he sucked greedily at the sensitive skin of her neck. Her eyes rolled backwards as she felt like being on fire, moaning, whimpering as if she was in excruciating pain. He slowed down a little making her cry out: “Don’t stop!” panting once more. “Don’t stop!” Yet alone the idea of him leaving her like that right now was more than unbearable. “Why?” he growled in a whisper. Even though this question scared her that cruelly that she froze, Anna could hear at the sound of his voice that he wasn’t able to. “I’ll explain”, she whined. “I promise. Just … don’t stop.”
He licked his tongue up her throat again, speeding up his pace, thrusting into her without getting tired, but she could hear him now, his erratic breathing, these sighs that almost where whines or moans. “Kiss me”, he demanded grunting, after he licked along her jaw. Anna felt goosebumps. She obeyed hastily, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as far as her bonds would let her, whining out a load moan as her shifting let him even deeper inside her. Her fingers clawed into his hair and she drank his lips. Until he pushed her violently against the muddy wall, forcing her air out of her lungs. Lucifer snarled and Anna moaned highly. She should hear and feel that he was angry about his own need and lust, shivering beneath her hands. He thrusted harder, faster, using his anger against her, beating her towards the edge that made her lightheaded. “Yes!” she almost squealed and sucked at his lips, pressing them against her mouth.
“Anna”, he moaned out lowly, hoarsely, panting. This sound was a whip through her bones, almost pushing her over, but taking the last piece of mind she had been able to maintain. All she did was feel him, every vein, every asperity. She couldn’t think anymore, not sense what she was doing, not know if she was breathing, not understand which sounds she made. The pain inside her increased that she thought she would die, only to explode, disintegrating the unbearable tension into a firework of rapture, fractures of pleasure. Anna didn’t see stars, she felt them and the feeling renewed itself into more little explosions as she sensed him coming inside her, releasing his own pain. As he panted her name once more, shivers ran across her skin. And she knew he felt the same.
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Wake - part 11
Anna could feel him shift slightly and she wasn’t sure but somehow she had the feeling that something around her changed as well. Yet she didn’t waste a thought since Lucifer would know and even more important: he leaned down his head towards her. There was this warmth near to her face. She breathed shallowly. “How does that feel?” he asked huskily. Anna swallowed. “Like being hunted, like running, even though you want to be caught.” “So, you want to be caught?” Lucifer mused, repeating her words in an almost normal voice, if there hadn’t been that scratchy edge. He placed his right at her jaw, brushing his thumb across her lower lip and Anna’s knees gave in, but Lucifer held her firmly, without effort. She could feel him grin and it gave her goosebumps.
Lucifer crushed his lips back on hers, forcing her head and body backwards and Anna expected to feel the ache in her shoulders again, but she was pushed against a cold, muddy wall. His hands were at her wrists, which still were binded, yet the clamping was eased and she could have moved them, if Lucifer’s grip hadn’t been that iron. He pushed them against the wall as well along with the rest of her body, making it impossible for her to move. He was so much taller, so much stronger. A wave of panic rushed over her, leaving her bare to him and Anna knew that he felt exactly what she just had described him. She wasn’t sure if she could bare this.
Again he rand down his hands across her body, but it seemed almost impatiently, hastily. And if Lucifer noticed that for himself, he tore his mouth away from hers, gripping her jaw with his big hand, pressing it against the wall. Anna immediately knew that he was angry at her because he lost control. Now she was glad that she was blindfolded, since she couldn’t see the fire in his eyes. She held still, panting through her mouth. Her heart was pounding with lust and fear and he could read it. Somehow it calmed him. It almost seemed that he had suspected her of tricking him into this. “Please”, she whispered, even though she didn’t want to. “What?” Lucifer snapped at her, yet she could hear that his anger already was vanishing. “What do you want?” his was was much too close again. Anna gritted her teeth. “What do you want?” he repeated with annoyance. She swallowed. “You”, her voice had no sound.
Anna swallowed hard and Lucifer didn’t move, now she wished the blindfold was gone since she had no idea what he was thinking. Maybe he was triumphant, maybe disgusted. She couldn’t tell and she didn’t dare to move to tease a reaction. Those seconds of waiting were the perfection of torture and all she knew was that Lucifer was watching her. Her body started to tremble since she pulled all her composure together not to squirm against him. Yet it wasn’t bearable. Anna clenched her jaw. She was torn between choices: waiting or asking. Finally he moves his hands further from her thorax to her waist and she dared to breathe again, yet the way he touched her was cold and controlled again, making her skin freeze. He had eased the pressure on her body and she had to admit that she didn’t like it, to admit that she wanted this torture as long as she knew that he was affected as well. What was he doing with her?
His hands moved on, across her butt cheeks which send waves of ticklish pleasure through her nerves since she hadn’t expected him to go there. Just a moment later a thought crossed her mind. What he might do and Anna’s heart and breath started racing. She caught her breath as he lifted her up, pressing her against the dirty wall in her back. Instantly she was melting from the inside. Lucifer showed his hands down her thighs, still pushing her upwards, easing the hold of her bonds. Even if Anna would have decided otherwise her hands had a will of their own, at last being able to bury her fingers into his short, thick hair. He answered with a muffled sound and a movement towards her, making her wait again. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him, pressing herself against his body in shivering anticipation, waiting. It was too much.
Since her hands were free, Anna took advantage of it, leading her mouth to his face and even though she brushed her lips against his stubbly face Lucifer reacted immediately, moving his head and giving in to her kiss. Anna’s heart missed a beat just to stumble in her chest, not comprehending that he had done that. And while she still was coping, Lucifer let her slide down on him and himself inside her. Her head flipped back and she groaned out a moan as she could feel him enter her in one single movement, feeling him so much deeper as before. It was so painfully lustful that she had to remind her to breath, while pressing him into her with her legs. But again he didn’t move and she couldn’t hear a thing because of her heavy panting. Anna felt like she was going insane, as if she burned herself up from inside, by just feeling him.
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Wake - part 10
Anna had expected everything but what happened next. Slowly he brought his lips down to hers and kissed her, gently. She couldn’t help but respond, savoring the soft touch, catching herself softly sucking on his lips, pressing herself against him, as far as possible. Again he had tricked her, overpowered her, seduced her, but then Anna didn’t care. It was enough. She wanted to feel save, to rest. So she simply gave in and if she would have been able to do so, she would have brought her hands to his hair. Lucifer intensified the kiss, sucking on her lips as well and bringing his split tongue to hers. Anna ignored the strangeness, trying to give in to him. That he actually was being able to be gentle aroused her slightly. Anna gave in to the imagination, that it was because of her.
Lucifer stepped closer and she could feel the skin of his body against hers. A strange excitement ran across her skin and it didn’t stop even though she noticed that there was something odd about what she sensed. It just didn’t seem normal, didn’t seem human. Yet Anna couldn’t follow that thought, because he heightened the pressure, moving against her. She wasn’t able to retreat far and felt his strange skin against hers, firm and smooth parts, soft and almost squishy, chapped and crusty. But again something else distracted her and it was hard and hot, pressing against her stomach, pulsating the heartbeat of his body. Anna gasped against his mouth that slowly, more and more roughly was ravishing hers. How should she be able to resist that?
Then suddenly Lucifer pulled his hands away, still towering over her, forcing her to lean her head back that it was slightly uncomfortable. Still the way he kissed her, that longingly, devouringly, it simply sucked away her resistance. It felt like hot wax as he placed his hands on hers, which were grabbing the fabric of her bonds. Anna’s heart jumped and ran off immediately? Was he about to free her? In an instant she could feel the ache of her shoulders again, pairing up with the one of her neck, which hadn’t that bad until now. She couldn’t wait to feel the release at her wrists. Lucifer’s hands moved down a little, across them, piercing her heart with crestfallen hope, mixing it up with that strange excitement of his chapped fingertips across her soft skin of her inner lower arms.
Lucifer pulled his mouth away from hers making her instinctively trying to follow wherever she thought he moved do. Anna knew that he smirked, still sneaking down his fingers across her arms, playing her. His slippery tongue on her neck forced a deep moan out of her mouth which aroused herself and him, like she could feel the twitch against her stomach, increasing the heat in her lap again. Slowly passing the upper arm, reaching her shoulders. Disbelievingly Anna sensed the trace of warmth his touch left, along with the tickling electricity that waved towards her lap. She shivered and Lucifer brushed his fingers widely spread across the sides of her thorax. Anna leaned her head back, gasping, as he continued licking the lines of her neck, nipping the skin, pressing his chest against hers, rubbing her nipples with his skin. She pressed her covered eyes shut, embarrassed that she could feel her arousal running town her inner thighs.
His parted tongue ran up her throat as his hands reached her waist and she quivered beneath his fingertips. Still she felt partly disgust mixed up in her arousal. Like chocolate that was a hint too bitter to be perfect. Just like he knew that she was thinking Lucifer pressed himself against her again. Like every time. Reminding her of the heat that pushed against her stomach, and of the fact that this would be inside her again in the end, filling her up. Anna panted and gasped with a high noise, feeling ashamed how her body reacted to this thought: that she wanted to feel it again. Her head leaned backwards again, forced into that direction by his tongue, and her mouth was slightly opened. Lucifer’s hands rested on her hips and she know that he was looking down at her, feeling his burning gaze inside her. Anna’s knees were weak and somehow she ironically was glad about the bonds that held her up straight.
“What do you feel know, Anna?” his rusty voice whispered, pausing between the sentence and her name, like he had been thinking of calling her differently. She couldn’t think about it, she didn’t want to. “Need”, she answered hoarsely, panting out the world like a plead. “Desire.” Her heart fell into her stomach. “Lust.” It was merely a whisper. Anna wanted to say more, to make him take her. She could feel herself blush heavily and felt like she almost fainted, this prickling in her veins and on her skin. But she couldn’t, she was too afraid that he simply would do the opposite, just to punish her for even daring to ask for it. So she continued breathing though her mouth, staying like she was, waiting.
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Wake - part 9
Anna shivered. She knew that he was right. to outsmart Lucifer was next to impossible, but still it had been worth a try, hadn’t it? His tongue distracted her again, licking across her neck and suddenly she felt the difference. Why hadn’t she before? It was more like two tongues now and she simply couldn’t say is she felt disgust or arousal. It was most definitely nauseating that she knew she felt both. “So, as you wish”, he whispered devilishly. “I will try … harder.” Lucifer grabbed her shoulders and pushed them away from him, just to move his hands to her chest, roughly brushing across her breast and down to her hips, making her arch her back. Anna gasped loudly and she simply knew that he grinned. She held still while he moved and there was something strange about his touch, almost as if he really enjoyed it. His hand suddenly moved further, across the cheeks of her butt, slightly spreading them. Anna suppressed a whimper. Her shoulders ached again.
As Lucifer pushed himself inside he didn’t go slow this time and Anna inhaled sharply, feeling a burn inside her that strangely affected her. “Better?” he asked mockingly. She pressed her lips to a thing line, gritting her teeth. “So instead of lying”, he said while he slowly moved back again, “you decide to keep silent?” Again he prodded back inside her, making her gasp again. “Well there are other methods to make my little bird sing.” Anna clenched her fists. He could try as hard as he wanted, she wouldn’t give him the victory, she wouldn’t like it. She exhaled through her nose and even though she wasn’t able to muffle every sound he forced out of her, here were no noises of lust. It didn’t take long for him to loose interest in that. Before Anna really was aware of it, he was gone and she straightened up, still blinded by the fabric across her eyes.
Just as quickly he was in front of her, one hand at her neck, forcing her head to lean back, probably so that he could take a look at her. As he placed his other hand at her neck Anna felt a warm feeling in her stomach and the reaction of her body changes without her will. Lucifer brushed his thumbs along her jaw. Why did he have to be that gentle again? She expected him to say something, but he didn’t. She waited for him to become rough again, but there wasn’t a change. Lucifer simply continued stroking her cheek and she could only tell that he came closer through the breath on her skin. “Anna”, he said lowly in such a strange tone that the heat inside her grew again. There was longing, almost pleadingly, tenderness, almost fragilely. Instinctively her lips parted slightly and she could sense the heat of his body against her skin, when he came closer. “I won’t take no for an answer”, he whispered and he was close. “I will make you…”, his lips brushed across hers, making her flinch slightly - and his voice lost sound, “… love me.”
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Wake - part 8
Even though she had experienced this before, it felt so completely different, because a part of her knew that this was more than wrong and that very part of her was screaming silently for this to stop, just when Anna could hear herself whine loudly. It felt so terribly wrong but so utterly good. All she could do was feel, arching her back, instinctively positioning her, so that he could enter her wholly, as the grip of his hands tightened at her hips, moving lowly as if he tried to understand the effect of all of this. Lucifer, she reminded herself, although Anna was still aware of this, and froze, holding her breath, as for a brief moment the shame in her was stronger. But through silencing herself she suddenly heard. These little sounds that were not hers. A gasp, a forcefully suppressed, muffled moan, that forced her to exhale, to move, creating a despair that took over her body. Anna, who had experienced this before, remembered that he most certainly hadn’t. This thought turned her mind upside down. Her body suddenly felt like ice when Lucifer was nothing but purest fire.
Cautiously she let out little gaps and high moans, trying to hold back every sound that would overlay his. Anna forgot her conscience almost entirely, as his low noises scrambled her mind down to instinct. She arched her body towards him as far as he could, bringing her despair into her voice. Anna could feel the pleasure he created with his cruelly slow movements in every vein, but it wasn’t enough. Thoughts and words were tumbling in her head. She needed more, wanted more, not knowing what was right to say, to make him give it to her. Lucifer was too controlled, but his muffled sounds were revealing his lies. He wanted to make her feel, to understand what she felt, but without feeling for himself. Anna had warned him that this wasn’t possible and since he just continued moving like this, she slowly managed to think again. She would turn his torture against him.
Anna tried to silence herself, even though she wanted to tell him to go faster, harder, she knew that Lucifer wouldn’t listen, always rebelling. It was almost painful to straighten up her body, going against his movements and she could only draw out strength of her conscience, since it was more than wrong. Yes, she had fallen, she had been human, but all she had done as a human had been no sins. This, right now was so wrong because she was an angel and he Lucifer was one too, even more: a banished one, the Devil. She wasn’t tainting him, he was tainting her. Her plan was working way to good. “You don’t like this anymore?” Anna could hear him whisper hoarsely, stopping his movement being inside her, pushing into her a little deeper, forcing her to gasp and frown, fighting against the electricity he created, against a moan, against the knowledge that it did feel good. “You”, she panted out, “like this way too much.” “Am I?” he brought sound to his voice and suddenly moved his hands upwards across her chest. This time it didn’t feel calculated, examining. It was much more like he caressed her skin. His hands cupped her breasts again, forcing her to suppress a sigh.
His left hand quickly moved to her throat, stroking it softly, before her grabbed her jaw, pulling her head backwards, forcing her to arch her back again. “You like this way too less, Anna”, Lucifer pulled out of her, making her gasp whiningly. “You are lying again.” He brought down his right hand, placing it around her waist, pressing her against his body and she breathed out in relieve, feeling her back ache a little. But Anna tensed up immediately, feeling him against her, completely. Her clothes had vanished. “Is this… the cage?” she asked, trying to change the subject, even though the very situation was a constant reminder. “No”, Lucifer’s mouth was at her right ear. “But it’s almost like it”, there was a spark of anger in his voice. “You have your senses, but there’s nothing to perceive, you have a form, but there’s no room to move. You have your mind, but there’s nothing to focus on.” Anna gritted her teeth and swallowed dryly against the lump in her throat, feeling tears burn in her eyes. She could feel him tense up and the air seemed to change, making her tremble, scared.
“You will not lie, not with words or behavior or this will be your cage”, Lucifer growled lowly and her answer was a shivered nod. Anna wasn’t able to speak. “How delightful that we do finally agree”, he commented sarcastically. Still he held her head pulled back, now slowly moving his hand on her throat, resting it there lightly. “Let me try this”, Lucifer murmured and Anna felt the chapped lips of his vessel on the side of her neck, brushing them downwards to its base. She could feel it right into her bones and inhaled sharply, as they seemed to become warm. When he moved up again, his tongue darted out of his now smirking mouth and Anna whined, not daring to suppress anything any longer. “How can a human even survive a day being so sensitive?” he pondered, not really longing for an answer from her. Anna knew that partly he was teasing her. Then he sucked at her skin and she couldn’t help but moan highly and instinctively squirmed slightly. Yet she noticed that her noises still had an effect on him. “If you want me to let you hear, what I feel”, she hesitantly brought out. “You should …” Anna didn’t dare to go on. “Try harder?” Lucifer continued chucklingly. “Suddenly you become impatient.” He moved his mouth to her ear again. “Don’t try to manipulate me, Anna”, he brushed his hand from her throat downwards again. “You know you can’t.”
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Wake - part 7
Of course he didn’t stop, going on instead, reaching the spot his fingers had brushed across, now using his tongue, to lure out a moan of hers. Anna couldn’t restrain or compose herself as he moved across her most sensitive skin, setting fire to her nerves. Lucifer teased her, playing with her, just touching her briefly and playfully. Just when she thought that she was losing her mind, Lucifer suddenly started to suck on her skin. Anna couldn’t help it. She moaned without restrain, moving her hip forward, against him. There was no doubt in that she encouraged him to continue that special treatment. His tongue licked her as if she was a conch to clean. Anna’s head dropped back and an even louder moan escaped her lips as he finally exchanged her veins through lava.
Anna could feel how she was losing it. Even worse: she didn’t care. Her veins and nerves were burning. All she could feel in this very moment was the movement of his tongue and how it did send waves of heat though her body, playing it like an instrument, forcing her to make noises she never had heard before. “Please”, she whispered hoarsely, knowing that she didn’t beg for him to stop anymore but for him to continue. Anna could feel him sucking on her, making her eyes roll backwards, inhaling the air with a hiss, his hands on her but-cheeks. This was much too human and Anna couldn’t care less. All that mattered was his tongue between her. How she wished that she was unbound so that she could bury her fingers into his hair. Yet she didn’t even know how his vessel looked like. “Yes”, she could hear herself exhale. And she regretted it immediately, because he stopped, moved away from her, leaving her with nothing but the cold air.
Anna inhaled loudly and fought against her bonds. She felt like a hot and wet mess right now, like she had lost her mind. Without Lucifer torturing her, she could almost think straight and feel her bad conscience. Yet she didn’t want to feel bad, she wanted to feel good again, like he did make her. Still she didn’t dare to ask or beg. Anna’s mouth was opened for pleading, but she didn’t make a sound. Even though she neither could feel him nor sense him Anna knew that Lucifer was there, looking at her, at his work, since she was melting.
Suddenly she could hear him a gain, a ripping noise that made her tremble and lean into her bonds. Anna froze, since her pants where pulled down and her blouse and bra weren’t in order. But she didn’t bother about that. She listened into the darkness, trying to find out where Lucifer was and what he was about to do. Anna’s arousal was to strong to let her speak and she squirmed a little, trying to recreate the pressure he had had on her, listening, waiting. Anna eased and tensed as she could feel his hands on her hips again. Lucifer was standing behind her. Knowing this she could feel herself losing firmness. His hand moved up from to her breast again, cupping them without tenderness, stroking across her skin as he just needed to examine her. Anna didn’t dare to ask if he wanted to stop here and right now. Before she could stop herself, she felt her body move backwards, pressing her pelvis into his direction and she blushed.
Anna couldn’t tell, just imagine his thoughts. She felt shame and still couldn’t care less. Her tongue slid across her lips and she waited for that very moment to come, even though she couldn’t believe it until it happened, until he felt this firm, hot staff of flesh at her cheeks that made her arch her back, stretch her back out. One of his hands were at her hip, the other, she could imagine, since she felt him. Anna couldn’t believe that this was happening, even more she couldn’t believe that she wanted this so desperately, or him. Lucifer placed himself at her hot, wet entrance, making her shiver briefly in anticipation.
With one simple movement he broke the barrier, entering her, spreading her tightness and slowly, cruelly slowly entering her, opening her inch per inch, playing her like an instrument, while her moans and wines were the sounds she was able to make. Anna felt every single slight movement as Lucifer slowly entered her, opening her up, sending electricity through her body, filling her up. Anna let out a loud and long moan, when he fully pressed himself inside her. She could hear him moan lowly, stealing a little smirk of hers. After a moment she waited, trying to get used to his size, being relieved that right now he seemed to be satisfied just being inside her. And then when she just was about to inhale air to ask him, he started moving.
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