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“Alright, I think we’ve had just about enough of that.”
Lucifer snapped his fingers and Charlie felt her heart drop, the floor opened up beneath Alastor’s feet before he disappeared into the golden portal, cast away to God knew where.
“Dad, don’t-!”
Charlie grasped at Lucifer’s sleeve, desperately pulling his arm back as she reached out for the portal with the other, as if she could simply will Lucifer’s portal to stay open. It would never work, she knew that. No matter how strong she grew, it was only ever a fraction of his strength. In the end, Lucifer would do what he wanted, because there wasn’t a soul in Hell that could stop him.
The blinding gold swallowed Alastor up and Lucifer barked a joyous laugh at Charlie’s frantic fear, his hand on her shoulder as the portal closed after him.
“Please, Char! Calm down! I wouldn’t hurt your friends~” he chimed, all too chipper as Charlie frowned at the spot Alastor disappeared into, that sickening knot in her stomach growing tighter.
And just like he always did, Lucifer brushed off her concerns like they didn’t matter. Like she was still nothing more than a child with juvenile fears.
Lucifer chuckled low as he lent against his cane with both hands, eyes flicked away with a grimace of disdain as he added under his breath; “much.”
“Dad!”
Lucifer rolled his eyes with another dismissive laugh as she wheeled on him, frustrated and worried and just that little bit scared.
Charlie wasn’t blind to Alastor’s immediate animosity directed towards her father. If anything, she’d been grateful for it. For a little while, it had felt like armor. A buffer between the two of them, so just maybe Charlie could get a word in. Maybe today wouldn’t go to shit.
Off to the side was Vaggie, standing rigid and clearly nervous in the wake of the brewing argument, scared to step in with the risk of winding up alongside Alastor. She’d meant well when she suggested calling Lucifer here to help. She couldn’t have known how badly it would go. Even now, Charlie doubted she understood to what extent this was going wayside.
She should have dug her heels in deeper. Should have insisted they left him out of this and that they could do this on their own. Maybe it was the desperation from the oncoming slaughter. Maybe it was the bravery from being surrounded by friends. Maybe it was the years of distance between them that softened the memories.
Whatever way, the hopefulness she’d found in all three answers were burning down around her, and every last strip of armor was torn away as Lucifer turned his attention to Vaggie.
“If you don’t mind, Maggie? I think Charlie and I need a little ‘daddy/daughter’ time right now, if you know what I mean? Aheh~”
Lucifer winked and fingergunned in awkward charm, and Vaggie fell so simply to it, tensed up before she shot him a forced smile and fingergun back.
“Rrrright. Yes, sir. I’ll just-” Her pointed finger turned down the hallway as she inched away, “leave you to it.”
“Vaggie!” Charlie tried to cut in, but Vaggie only hesitated a moment, an apology written across her face before she slunk away.
And just like that, Charlie was left alone. With him.
“She’s a nice girl, Char! A real keeper. Pretty. Smart. And so obedient!” He barked a single laugh and Charlie’s skin crawled. “Shame I can’t say the same for you.”
Charlie brought her hands together, fingers linked and gripped on tight as she tried not to let the trembling building within her bones show. She had to steel her nerves. Had to stand tall and demand respect. He was in her home now messing with her friends, and she couldn’t just stand there and take it. But what little bravado she could build within her heart faltered the moment she turned to look at him.
Lucifer was staring her down, hands rested upon his cane and eyes hooded with a judgemental stare. He’d always had a remarkable talent in making her feel small. Charlie swallowed back the tightness in her throat and advanced with a bite to her tone.
“Dad, I didn’t ask you to come here so you could fuck with my friends!”
“No no, of course not, Char-char~” Lucifer started off with a cheery tone, only for it to drop with a bitter coldness. “You only asked me here to make all your problems disappear.”
Lucifer tapped his cane against the spot in the floor Alastor fell through twice, a twinkle in his eye as he cocked his head and crooned.
“And would you look at that?! I’ve already made one helluva start, don’t you think?”
“Alastor is not one of my problems!”
“Mhrm? So who is? Adam? The exorcists? Mom?”
“Dad, don’t-”
“Because I know it’s not ME, Charlie,” Lucifer accused, hand to his chest in a show of indignancy. “Not when you invited me.”
“I didn’t want to!” Charlie shouted back, eyes flashing red and horns protruding as emotion boiled over. A second of defiance followed so suddenly with a shiver of fear.
A chill crept into the air as Lucifer’s nails tapped along the head of his cane, eyes almost sad as he stared down at the apple. The disappointment and hurt was coupled with calm rage, the yellow in his eyes shifted red as his pupils grew slitted. His lips parted with a slow sigh and Charlie could almost feel the walls of her hotel close in around her. She could run but there was nowhere she could go where he couldn’t follow. So suddenly the halls didn’t feel like home. She was caught in a cage, trapped with something unpredictable.
“Dad-” Charlie tried, one step forward with a bleeding heart even as every nerve in her body screamed to back away. “I didn’t mean-”
“Oh, no, Charlie. You meant it. You’ve gone and made yourself a mess, and now you want daddy to make it aaaaall better. But you don’t want me to stick around. I always knew you were ambitious, Char. Too much for your own good sometimes. But I didn’t raise you to be so ungrateful.”
The word was hissed through pointed teeth, resentment seeped within the air before a glow of light sparked behind her. Charlie didn’t have time to react before snakes protruded from the walls, stretched out from golden portals before they wrapped around her wrists and pulled them behind her back.
“Stop! Dad-! Dad, don’t-!”
The snakes wrenched her back against the wall with a slam, the hiss of a dozen snakes filled empty halls as she was dragged down to her knees. They pinned her against the wall, more slithering around her waist and throat, binding her down as a tongue flicked along her cheek. Her chest heaved with short sharp breaths, panic chilling her down to the bone as Lucifer approached with slow deliberate steps.
He reached out with sickening warmth and tenderness, gentle fingers pressed under her chin to lift her head and meet him eye-to-eye. Knelt down like this, Lucifer managed to overshadow her, the hall light blotted out behind him and haloed him with an artificial golden glow. His warmth was in complete contrast to the cold scales that pulled tight around her flesh, imprinting against her skin until the marks were sure to show.
“I may not have always given you what you want. But haven’t I always given you what you needed?”
“Dad,” Charlie pleaded, tears swelling in her eyes until one finally shed along her cheek. “Please, don’t.”
With a low chuckle, Lucifer lent in and caught the tear with a hot forked tongue. He chased it up along her check with a flick, Charlie’s skin prickling with disgust. The snake pressed around her neck eased down and out of the way to make room for Lucifer’s hand, fingers like talons wrapped carefully around her throat. Her pulse quickened against the pressure, more tears spilling as Lucifer’s teeth grazed along her ear.
“And what you need, Charlotte, is a reminder.”
Snakes wound around her thighs and pried them apart, claws pressed to her lower stomach before they inched down agonizingly slow, catching on the hem of her pants as Charlie struggled to try and close her legs.
“You can have your friends. Bag yourself a pretty little lady. Fight with angels and play pretend with sinners. But at the end of the day, baby, you’re just daddy’s little girl.”
Lucifer’s claw slipped under the edge of Charlie’s pants and panties before he pulled, tearing straight through fabric effortlessly. Charlie closed her eyes and sobbed, trembling as she felt that same claw press against her cunt. It was cold and firm against her clit, pushed hard until Charlie jolted and gasped.
“There’s a good girl~” Lucifer cooed, rubbing in slow firm circles until Charlie shook, her hands pulled against the binds that only tightened. A thumb pressed against her jaw, forcing her head to cock to one side so Lucifer could nuzzle against her throat. His grip tightened until all Charlie could manage was a wheeze, teeth parted against twitching delicate flesh before a forked tongue traced along her pulse. “It’s okay. I know you’re only being stubborn because you’re desperate for daddy’s attention.”
“N-no,” Charlie croaked under the pressure against her throat.
“No?” Lucifer’s claw eased down between her puffy lips, the glide almost frictionless as her cunt drooled from stimulation. “Lying’s a sin, Char.”
“It’s not- I can’t help it. You know that.”
“Of course, baby~” Lucifer preened, two pointed claws brought to her slick entrance before they slid in so easily. “You can’t help it. All good girls love their fathers. It’s only natural.”
Lithe fingers slid smooth into her depths, curling in until Charlie yelped. The sudden sharp pain of nails pricked nice and deep made her knees press in, thighs shaking as her head drooped forward. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring her legs together. She had no control or decency, the snakes that wove around her body pushing her hips down on intruding fingers. She sobbed, fat tears rolled down rosy cheeks and dripped down upon moving scales.
The head of a serpent slipped beneath the collar of her shirt, pushing and pulsing until the buttons popped one by one. It traced down the center of her chest, curling slow around a tit before it constricted tight.
“Stop! Stop! Stop it! This isn’t right!” Charlie thrashed and jerked, cunts squeezed tight like she could push Lucifer away.
Her tantrum was cut short when Lucifer’s grip tightened like a vice against her throat, cutting off the air to her lungs and leaving purpling bruises against pale skin. His nails dug in until she felt the sting of splitting skin, head shoved back as Charlie struggled to breathe.
Lucifer’s face had pulled away from her neck, his smile so naturally calm as he violated her. His fingers pulled out from her core, a slight pink tinge to the arousal smeared along his claws. Charlie’s lips parted with a strangled breath and Lucifer took the chance to push his fingers between them. They pressed down against her tongue, the slick sweet taste tainted with the sharpness of blood vulgar on the tongue.
She hated it. Hated how her body reacted. Hated the shame that pooled in her stomach and whispered in her ear. The suggestion that she wanted this. The way he could easily twist it to fit his narrative.
His fingers pressed down against her tongue, face burning red as drool pooled beneath. She knew what he wanted. Knew he’d get what he wanted. Defiance only made it harder on herself, head dizzy as her lungs burned. So with a sob, Charlie conceded, lips wrapped around his fingers. Her tongue pressed up against him, drool seeped from the edges of trembling lips as she forced herself to suck.
Lucifer’s grip weakened in an instant, her throat spasming with a building cough, his fingers pulled free as he let her cave forward and choke on her breath. Each pull in felt like a razor in her throat, but the relief was instant to her lungs. Her body shook as she took deep breaths in, drool dripped from parted lips as Lucifer gave her a moment of peace.
It didn’t last nearly as long as she needed.
“Isn’t right, Charlie?” Lucifer asked, head dipped down to meet her eyes, his own so soft that he looked hurt. “With how much you love Sinners, I would have thought you wouldn’t care for that sort of thing.”
Charlie swallowed past the burning in her throat, eyes welled with tears as she tried to look anywhere but towards him.
“You- you know that’s- not what I’m trying to d-do here..”
“You’re not?” Lucifer cocked his head the other way, trying to force her to look in his eyes. “With that garish bar? A shameless cannibal running around? And that whore ready to fuck anything that moves?”
“Don’t-” Charlie pulled a breath through her teeth, eyes flashing red with the building of a snarl. “Don’t talk about them like that.”
Her defiance was met with immediate reprimand, fangs latched onto her chest and inner thigh as two snakes bit into tender flesh, the hissing of writhing bodies growing as they wound around her tighter. Her anger was shut down with sharp pain, tears springing back to her eyes with a cry.
“About who? Your little friends?”
Lucifer hummed a chuckle, hands moving down to her already tattered pants. He grabbed the edges and pulled, tearing down the crotch before he began to slide them down, snakes shifting and lifting enough to allow him easy passage before winding tight against warm skin.
“You are so above them, Charlie. Why do you care?” There was a genuineness to his question, like he honestly couldn’t understand. His love for humanity had died long ago.
Pants pulled clean off, Lucifer was almost tender as he worked her shoes free from her hooves, dropping them with two thuds before his hands came to the lapels of her jacket and shirt. He bunched the fabric in his hands and pulled apart sharp, the last few buttons popped free and baring her chest in a simple red bra.
Charlie squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, her lip quivering as she felt the cool air press against her body. She was so shamelessly exposed and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Is it because they think you’re so innocent?”
Lucifer’s hands moved between her thighs, soothing up along soft warm flesh as the snakes pressed up against her back. They pushed her hips up, suspended in the air as Lucifer took his place between her legs.
“Is it fun for you? Deceiving them?”
Lucifer pressed his face against her inner thigh, a kiss against her skin chased with the flick of a tongue. It traced up close to her core, the skin there jumping at contact as Charlie shook her head no violently. She bit her lip and kept her eyes screwed tight, childishly willing herself anywhere but here.
Lucifer’s hands cup under her legs, nails dug in until they threatened to pierce, faced turned to graze teeth along soft skin.
“Aren’t you a little old for playing pretend?”
“I’m not,” Charlie broke with a whimper, only to scream when Lucifer’s fangs sunk into her flesh.
“Charlie?” Vaggie’s voice called down the hall, quiet in the distance, and Charlie’s eyes snapped open wide in horror.
Blood painted Lucifer’s fangs as he let go, the broken skin raised with forming welts as crimson wept from the wounds. The muscle there twitched, her body trembling as terror settled with her bones.
“You okay?” She called again, and Charlie’s heart seized as Lucifer’s tongue traced along the wound he inflicted, content demon eyes watching down the length of her body.
“Mmm, are you, Char? You better answer her, unless.. you want her to see?”
“No,” Charlie panted, head shaking ‘no’ before she forced her voice louder. “It’s- it’s fine! I’m fine!”
Lucifer hummed, pleased as he rewarded her with a kiss to split skin.
“I don’t know what you’re so worried about,” he laughed against her thigh, nails dug in until they beaded with blood. “Sick fuckers like them. They’d probably love to watch. We could show them what sin really looks like.”
“Please don’t,” Charlie begged, knees pulled in before Lucifer’s hands pried her legs wider, face nuzzled at the crease of thigh and cunt.
“That’d be one hell of a headline, wouldn’t it, baby? I can see it now. Charlie Morningstar: daddy’s little whore~ Hazbin Hotel, the self-fulfilling prophecy.”
Charlie’s heart clenched, eyes wide in fear as Lucifer turned his face to breathe a laugh against her cunt, the warmth of his breath making her squirm.
“Sounds like a good idea, actually. If I can’t convince you to give up on your fantasy, maybe I’ll force it instead.”
Charlie choked on a sob, body pulling and tugging on the ever tightening grip of serpents as she tried to plead.
“You can’t!”
Lucifer’s eyes locked with hers, a cool seriousness to those slitted eyes sent a shiver down her spine.
“I’m the king of Hell, Charlotte. I can do whatever I want.”
With that, Lucifer’s tongue pressed against the heat of her sex, pushing in deep even as Charlie’s cunt seized around him. Her hips jerked with a shout, head hung back as snake tongues kissed her tear stained cheeks. There was no escaping him. Nothing to hide. His tongue stilted long and thick, pressing against every crevice of her cunt. It moved deep with her, curling and pushing and arching up against her most sensitive spots. His face pressed flush against her quivering lips, fangs grazed against her sensitive folds and pricked at the tips.
Charlie could close her eyes and try to shut it all out, but she could feel it all. The way his tongue purposely pushed against her sweet spot. The flicker of the fork exploring her deepest parts. The pulse and push as he reached so far within it made her head spin. The snakes slipped between the fabric of her bra, sliding beneath until her tits pushed out. Scales grazed along sensitive nipples as Lucifer fucked her with his wicked tongue.
It was all too much and Charlie didn’t even realize she had started screaming until she heard footsteps, her eyes opened wide as terror spiked within her heart.
“Dad! Dad, please!” Charlie struggled to raise her head, her world spinning around her as she tried to lock eyes with him.
He’d let her be seen and she knew it. Might even let them live to tell the tale just to teach her a lesson. Lucifer’s threats were never empty.
Charlie sobbed, eyes glassy with tears as she begged with a quiet broken voice.
“Please? I promise, I’ll be a good girl for you, daddy.”
Lucifer’s eyes widened a fraction, excitement pouring off him with scorching warmth before he pulled away, his long serpent tongue pulled from her drooling cunt with a squelch before it flicked along his lips, savouring the taste.
“Anything for my favourite girl~”
Lucifer raised a hand and clicked, the world exploding with blinding gold light as Charlie felt her stomach flip with a sudden drop. The snakes that bound her were gone, the floor opened up beneath her as she fell through the portal and hit the surface of a bed. The familiar mix of soft purples and wine reds was little comfort, the kindness of dropping her in her own bed only promised to taint what little sanctuary she’d built for herself in his kingdom.
Lucifer stepped in after her, the portal above closed as he landed over her. His knees pressed in around her hips, hands on her cheeks as he smiled down at her with a maw full of fangs.
“Don’t worry, Char-char~” Lucifer lent down and it took everything in Charlie not to jerk away. “Daddy will make it all better.”
His lips met hers with sinful hunger, his split tongue pushed past her lips and slipped down her throat until she choked on it. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered around her father’s tongue, hands balled before she felt hands pry them open.
Charlie forced her eyes to creek open enough to see through flowing tears, scared as bodies surrounded them all wearing Lucifer’s face. Clones threaded their fingers together, lifting her hands to their lips with a chaste kiss to each before their tongue’s lulled out and slipped between her sprayed fingers. They licked along her inner wrists, tugging her jacket down and slicing through with sharpened claws. Hands pulled her legs apart, fingers slipping over every inch of skin and pinching at sensitive spots. All the while Lucifer defiled her with his tongue, forcing her to taste her arousal smeared on his lips.
They lifted and shifted her anyway they needed, whispering praises and goading her until she was sobbing. Every tear was captured with a tongue, fingers in her hair before one clone jerked her head back by the roots.
Lucifer’s tongue slipped from her lips, chest heaving with breath as he lowered his mouth to her bruised throat. He nipped and sucked and lapped his tongue along her apple, hands moving down to take her breasts and squeeze.
There was a zip and hands on her hips, moving her higher until she felt her father’s cock against her cunt. The tears were dripping down her ears, jaw shaking before she felt the first push in.
Lucifer wasn’t kind or gentle, rutting in once and splitting her open. His cock sank down into her heat, his pelvis flush against hers as he panted against her throat. His hands shifted to her hips for perch, others taking his place on her small chest to pinch and squeeze. He slammed inside her and made her shout, legs trembling as he fucked her fast and brutal. There was no time to adjust. Just desperate, needy fucking as Lucifer fucked her open.
His hands gripped until they bruised, each thrust forcing a gasp from her chest. The bed rocked under his brutal need, slamming and creaking as her cunt throbbed around him. Lucifer panted, rabid as his teeth moved up against her ear and snarled.
“Say it!”
Charlie sobbed, wet and pathetic, her voice broken with a forced beg.
“Please, daddy- AH!”
Lucifer slammed in harsh, his speed erratic as he groaned.
“Keep going.”
“D-daddy! Thank- thank you, daddy,” Charlie pushed between cries, her vision swimming and face blazing hot. “I love you, daddy..”
“Oh, fuck yes!”
Lucifer pulled her hips to meet him, slamming once, twice, three times before he spilt his seed inside. He held her close as he pulsed inside her, filling her throbbing sex with his sinful heat until he’d gotten his fill.
Her body was hot and sticky with sweat, face blotted red as she sniffled and prayed it was over. He’d gotten what he wanted. She’d been a good girl, so maybe he would just leave her alone.
After a moment, Lucifer chuckled, head lifted away before he mopped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.
“Phew! Sorry, baby, I got a little carried away, huh? It’s just been so long since I saw my special little girl.”
Lucifer reached out and pinched Charlie’s cheek, winking before he pulled away. His cock slipped from her cunt, cum oozed between her legs as Charlie tried to pull her legs together.
“It’s fine,” she lied, head turned away as she sniffled and willed him to leave. “It’s over now.”
“Over,” a voice barked with a laugh to her left, another clone chasing it with a giggle as hands slid between her thighs. “It’s not over until we’ve all had a taste, sweetie.”
Charlie’s heart sunk in her chest, eyes wide with the horror of realization. A Lucifer licked up along her jaw, another sucking on the wound on her throat as another slid between her legs. He hefted her hips up by the thighs, the head of his cock pressed to her opening.
“Besides, you didn’t get off yet, and what kind of father would that make me?”
Charlie’s voice trembled, her cunt tensed up as the head kissed her hole.
“Please, don’t,” she begged with a whisper.
Next to her ear, Lucifer tutted, the original knelt at the side of the bed with his arms folded against the surface. His chin rested on top, eyes almost dreamy as he watched the terror set in her face.
“You promised to be a good girl, Charlie. And you know nothing good comes from breaking deals.”
“Relax~” the clone crooned above her, his hand on her jaw as he pried her attention back to him, his smile cruel as he lent in. “Now that we’ve got the edge off, we can take it nice and slow~”
His lips met hers as he pushed between her folds, sinking in slow so she could feel every inch of his cock. He licked along her teeth and slid along her tongue, hips moving in a slow steady rhythm. Heavy-hearted, Charlie gave in, letting the clone take everything she could possibly give as her father watched with curious glee.
The minutes he fucked her stretched agonisingly long, his hips grinding against her pelvis everytime he fucked into her. Hands moved between them, a thumb brushed against her clit as mouths latched onto her tits when the clone sat back. He sat high, horns protruding from his head as his pace finally picked up to a steady harsh rocking. Fingers flicked her clit and ground down against her until she was a whimpering mess, the golden shameful pleasure built within her core as the clone sat over her smug. He picked up faster and faster as her hips jutted and rolled, the edge hitting her so suddenly as she screamed.
The clone cursed before he bowed over her, plowing her through the worst of her orgasm as she throbbed around him. She squirmed and cried out, kicking despite the hands holding her down. She tried to pull away but he only slammed her hips back down on him, forcing a scream from shaking lips as he too spilled within her ruined cunt.
Her chest heaved with gasped breaths, head spinning and eyes stinging as her cunt twitched and oozed with seed when he pulled away. There was no respite before the next, another eager contender up to the bat.
One by one they defiled her, fucking her through orgasm after agonising orgasm. The flipped her over and pulled her by the hair. They bit and dug their claws into her flesh, marking her trembling skin and soiling the sheets with red and white. They came in her guts until her belly swelled. They roped her back in their spill and licked the tears that streaked down her face. They stained her in white and filled her head with twisted praise.
That’s my bitch.
Pretty little slut.
Daddy’s little girl.
She begged like he wanted, crying out for daddy over and over until her voice was coarse. She pulled away and sobbed when they pulled her back, fucking her open and pumping her full until it hurt. Until his seed poured like a stream from her bruised cunt. They fucked her for hours relentlessly until each and every one was sated, all while daddy dearest watched with a gleam of pride.
And when the last had his fun and pulled away, fingers scooping up the spend that spilled and stuffing it back between swollen lips like it could hope to stay, Lucifer ran his fingers through her hair lovingly.
“There’s my girl,” he cooed, his kind hand almost comforting as Charlie sobbed into the pillow.
The clones didn’t disappear when they were done, eyes still set on her, their gaze making her skin crawl. She felt disgusting, drenched in cum and nose stuffy with snot, her pillow soaked with tears. She held on for dear life, sobbing as she flinched away from his touch.
“You did so well, baby,” Lucifer praised, like it was anything to be proud of.
“Is-” Charlie sniffed, wet and thick as teary eyes peeked out over her pillow. “Is i-it over?”
“Almost,” Lucifer praised, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple like a loving father.
“I- I did what you wanted,” she complained with a whine, her body shaken with broken sobs.
“I know, sweetie~” Lucifer brushed the hair from her face, still smiling so deceptively sweet. “One more time. For old times sake, hrm?”
Charlie sniffed and turned her face away, burying it into the pillow.
It didn’t matter what she said. He’d do what he wanted anyway.
Lucifer pat her on the shoulder, voice cheery as he praised; “atta girl!”
It was easier when she didn’t have to look. When she could bury her face and hide away. When he couldn’t kiss her. Couldn’t force her to see. One more time, and then he would go. Crawl back into his solitude and leave her in peace.
Charlie swallowed back the bile in her throat, eyes closed as she tried to relax and let whatever happened happen. Not like she could stop it anyway.
She felt the bed dip as he crawled back on, a chorus of low chuckles making her shoulders tense. Lucifer lifted her hips and forced her onto her knees, spreading her wide as he lent over her. There was a small mercy to his height, her father unable to reach her ear from this far away, and yet still his soft quiet words managed to shake her to the core.
“You’ve been a good girl, Charlie,” Lucifer praised, his arms wrapped around her hips as he pushed the head of his cock between her folds. “But I still have to remind you, you’re my bitch.”
The arms around her hips shifted, the coarse scratch of dog hair pressed to her skin as the head of the cock morphed. Charlie’s eyes snapped wide before Lucifer snapped his hips forward, burying his canine cock deep inside.
Charlie screamed raw, a new level of violation reopening wounds. What numbness she’d built was ripped away, shame settling into every crevice as the dog hooked his arms around her hips and fucked her with renewed vigour.
No. Not dog. It was too big. Too heavy. Lucifer’s new body was crushing, covering her entirely as he panted behind her head.
A cream coated wolf had mounted her, his hot drool dripped along the back of her neck as Lucifer fucked her swollen pussy. It was reckless and uncaring, hammering in deep as Charlie began to babble.
“Please! Stop! Dad! Daddy, stop! You’re hurting me!”
She screamed and kicked, her deal forgotten as she tried to claw away. Her horns protruded, tail lashed out as her own claws tore into the mattress. She tried to kick and pull and beg and scream so loud and guttural that someone would come. Anyone.
Vaggie. Alastor. Husk. Angel.
In that moment, she’d accept the shame. She’d let them see her at her worst if only it meant it would stop. It was too much. His cock was beginning to swell at the base, catching and pulling as he fucked her rapidly.
Charlie tried to swing an elbow back only for a clone to grab her, another joining to pin her hands down. Someone grabbed her tail and pulled and Charlie screamed, tears pouring down her face as the wolf’s maw closed in around her neck and bit down.
Fear froze the blood in her veins, her body rigid as Lucifer slammed inside one last time, the swell of his knot forced through the tight grip of her cunt. Perfectly tied to her, Lucifer came heavy, his seed flooding her guts until her stomach distended. She felt painfully full, her belly stretched as he filled her to the brim. It was too much, cum seeping around the crease of his tie.
Lucifer rutted his hips forward a couple more times, grunting and snarling as his fangs left their mark on her purpled neck. He stayed there for a couple minutes more, pumping her with a few more spurts until Charlie could swear she could taste it on the back of her tongue.
And when he was done, Lucifer laid down on her back, spent as he shifted back.
Charlie’s legs gave with him, laid flat in the lukewarm spill of seed. The clones flickered from existence, the knot between her lips eased down slowly until Lucifer’s cock slipped free, a flood of cum drooling from her ruined cunt.
Charlie felt so uncomfortably full, and so incredibly hollow. Lucifer nuzzled between her shoulders, kissing the claw marks he’d left and fingers grazing along the seed smeared on her lower back.
“I missed this,” Lucifer sighed, happy and dreamy as all Charlie could do was lay there. Broken.
Lucifer stilled, quiet for a moment before his voice dropped with a cold warning.
“Charlie.”
Charlie sniffed and turned her head away, forcing her voice out with a waver; “I- missed this too.”
“Atta girl~” Lucifer praised as he pat her butt and slipped out of her bed.
Charlie’s clothes were in tatters, long torn off her until she was stark naked and covered from head to hoof in seed. And then there was Lucifer, perfectly put together with one zip of his pants.
“WELL! Look. At. The. Time! I’ve gotta hit the road. But, hey! I’m really starting to see the appeal of this-... Project you’ve got going on! You can count on me to help, Char-Char!” Lucifer winked and finger gunned as a portal opened, Charlie tearstained and cold as she watched him head for it.
“In fact, I think it would be better if I got my own room. Hm? What do you think? You love it? Of course you do!”
Lucifer cut her off before she could hope to answer, laughing as her heart sank.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Succeed or fail, daddy’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
Lucifer blew a kiss and stepped through the portal, the golden glow sucked out of the room and cast Charlie in cold empty darkness.