Alright my honey biscuits, this chapter picks up where Gilgash left off. Because he left instead of continuing to watch. Because he's not super hella fucking weird. SO BEHOLD. Some porn that makes me feel bad bc 'aw, Crowley? You okay, bud?'

(From Bobby's POV)

I did not feel entirely clear conscioused about kissing the angel to whom I had just promised Crowley's throne and was Lucifer. But Hell was saved. And he was kissing me so needily. And by all the gods of Greece he smelled good. He was so much taller than I was, and so muscular. I could feel the muscles of his stomach through his shirt and it made butterflies blossom in my gut.

It felt a little like revenge, for Crowley's failed fling with Aphrodite, which made my skin tingle under his long fingered hands. I felt a surge of power at how much Lucifer shook underneath my touch. It was clear he had never done any of this before, but I was starting to think he had hardly been touched before, even platonically. I scraped my fingernails down his stomach, appreciating his warrior's physique and he shivered, letting out little whining mewls and arching into my hands.

I thought that if I was going to do this, I might as well do it right. And I looked up at him, his nearly white blonde hair falling around his shoulders, pale grey eyes lidded. I touched his high, sharp cheekbone and scraped my fingernail up the length of his ear, which made him buck. He was so damn sensitive.

I started backing him up toward a pillar, so I could get a little leverage. His breathing was coming awfully fast. He broke away from me and tried to get ahold of himself. When he spoke he sounded like a little brother, "Michael...Michael says this is a human distraction."

I put my hand on the soft skin on the indents above his pelvis and pushed him softly against the pillar. "You are a king." I said to him, feeling him press into my hands, small noises escaping from his lips, "It doesn't matter what Michael thinks of what you do. You have no orders to follow." I saw his head tilt a little and his eyes darken. I kept in mind that this was the first time he had ever not had orders. "What do you want?"

I waited, going entirely still. I wasn't going to spoil his first decision by making it for him. He took his time. He touched my skin beneath my shirt and felt along the waistband of my pants. He trailed his hand down my torso, lingering slowly against the soft curve of my breast. He lifted his hand to my chin and cupped it softly. He was looking at me with intensity. His touch was not like Crowley's, who burned with heat and claimed what he wanted. Lucifer's skin was almost cold, soft, but for the calluses across his hands. His thumb felt across my bottom lip and I gave him my softest eyes.

"I didn't-" he started, then trailed off, staring at my lips, "You are so soft."

I acted, touching him through his thin pants. He was long and hard against my fingers. As I ran my fingers down him he shouted and bucked wildly. He gripped my cheek more harshly and looked at me, there was hunger in his eyes.

"I want-" His voice broke into a moan as I squeezed him gently, then he continued, voice pleading, "I want you to continue. Keep making my body feel like this." I ran my thumb over his tip and he shuddered, "Persephone."

It was strange, hearing that name moaned into my ear, but his shaking need, his muscle bound body, his sweet smell, those creeping hands were having their effect. My pants were becoming uncomfortably damp and I was losing my feelings of guilt.

Figuring I had one chance to make a good first impression, I locked my eyes on his, "Let me give you a gift, King Lucifer." He shivered when I called him king.

I let my hands trail down his sides and lowered myself to my knees. He tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. I hooked my fingers on the waistband of his pants and I lowered them off of him. His hands rested in my hair but he continued to look confused.

I lifted him in my hand and licked up his length, from the base to the tip, before slowly wrapping him in my mouth. His knees almost buckled and his body shook. I glanced up and his head was thrown back in a noiseless scream.

Swirling my tongue around him, I drew him in and back out, touching him with my fingers where I could not reach with my lips and tongue. His hands wrapped tightly in my hair and he had started to make noise again. His body shuddered and he growled and moaned, his fingernails biting in my my scalp.

"Pers - eph-oh-nee" he moaned between breaths, his head was pressed back against the pillar and all I could see of him when I glanced up was his sharp chin and hair that now tumbled freely around his shoulders, the binding in the back entirely undone.

I scraped my fingernails down the inside of his thighs and he released a long, low moan.

"Persephone," he breathed, fingers twisting nearly painfully in my hair, "Something is - I -"

I continued, my tongue dancing around him and sucking gently. He pulled my face against him and rolled his hips, thrusting further into my mouth and released an animal's growl that transformed into a throaty shout as, pulsing and twitching, he finished.

His legs really did go out as I released him and he fell to his knees to the floor beside me, his wings beating languidly. He dropped his head on my shoulder, his breath still heavy. His hands were still in my hair, but he was not gripping so tightly, petting instead smoothing out the knots left from the battle. He turned his head against my neck and kissed my throat contentedly, his wings wrapped around us. Considering that the angel nuzzling me was literally the devil, this was turning out unbelievably sweet.

"Sephone," he breathed, still petting my hair, "That felt," he interspersed his sentence with kisses, "Like fire."

I turned my head and kissed him and touched the muscles of his chest, "There's more to show you."

He tossed his head back and laughed a beautiful laugh, "I should never have feared falling."

I got up from the floor, regardless of it being Lucifer, I couldn't let his first time be on a stone floor. I smirked, remembering that mine had been on the ground in the woods, but pulled him to his feet nonetheless. He rose compliantly. I waited for him to right his pants then I took his hand and led him out the side door of the throne room and through the halls. As we walked I focused on the trappings of a guest room. I wasn't very well going to take him to mine and Crowley's room, nor my own sanctuary, so I transformed a guest room into something befitting of a being I had just crowned.

I was excited in a bodily way that I had not been in some time. I longed to hear his voice call out my name again, albeit, not my real name. I shivered in anticipation of his long fingers touching me and those well forged muscles writhing against me. I tugged him harder and he chased after me until we were running down the halls like children. I opened the room's door and pushed him through it into a no longer guest room bedecked in golden trappings, a large soft bed dominating the center of the room.

He pressed the door closed and turned to me, smile playing on his beautiful face, "So, what is it you plan on showing me?" Excited to reveal what was underneath, I untied the leather cord at the neck of his shirt and started to pull it over his head. He flinched, "My wings!" he twisted so I could almost see and said, "There are ties beneath them."

I kissed him languidly and untied the tethers beneath his wings successfully freeing him from his shirt. Underneath lay a sculpture of pale skin taut over the physique of a commander of an army. My heart fluttered looking at him. He was the most beautiful thing. I ran my hands down his chest and he shivered. Not passive by nature, he mimicked me, deftly untying the leather cords at my neck and wrists and pulling my under armor shirt over my head. Not slowing down, he unfastened the bindings on my underclothes and tore those from me as well.

He ran his thin fingers down my torso again, uninhibited by clothes and tilted his head, a smile playing at his pale lips. "I'm curious." he said softly, his voice was like bells. His thumbs grazed my nipples and my back arched. He stopped and lingered over them, continuing in his soft tone, "Can I coax the same noises from you as you have from me? I find I'd very much like to hear them."

His fingers continued to circle my nipples and I shivered, mewling. He perked up happily. I tilted my head back and said in a low whisper, "Pinch them."

He stopped, his body going rather rigid, the frown returning to his brow, "I - Persephone - I don't want to hurt you."

I stared up at him, there was a point that I should explain that it wouldn't really hurt, and that even if it did, occasionally a little bit of pain moved things along nicely. But he smelled so sweet and his eyes were so concerned. His hands had retreated to my shoulders and remained there, unwilling to do me any damage.

I thought of Crowley and our fierce and often rather painful coupling, the animals we became in the dirt that first time. I thought of him letting me bleed out in the cave while he was crafting Hell. I thought of him hiding in the palace when I went to battle. I kissed Lucifer.

His shoulders relaxed and his hands slipped down to my waist, his wings wrapping themselves around me, the feathers soft on my back. I knew how this would eventually end. I knew the creature he was to become. I knew Michael would be successful, would lock him in a cage, I knew that someday he would torment my uncle to madness, knew he would fight for the death of humanity, twist human souls into demons. I knew that sometime he would turn into a dark and unlovable thing.

But now he was soft in my arms, and sweet upon my breath. Now he looked at me with dew filled eyes and touched me delicately. Right now his wings beat against me gently. Right now his large hands fell upon me like I was made of the petals of flowers.

I took a few steps back as I kissed him and he followed, then, understanding my motive, lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me like I was nothing. His kiss was becoming confident and possessive, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. He bore me to the bed and laid me softly upon it.

He situated himself so he was kneeling over me, he pulled his hands over the curve of my waist to the clasps on my pants, undoing them methodically. His hair was falling forward, catching in the candlelight and almost glowing. "May I," he said, slowing pulling my pants down my legs, relishing each inch of skin as he exposed it, "Do as you did?"

I nodded and he swiftly relieved me of my underpants, looking upon me in curiosity. His eyes raked up my flesh, devouring me, his hands hesitating above me as though he was not sure on what place to begin. His fingers dropped to my newly exposed flesh and he dragged his fingernails languidly through the hair that grew there. He watched my face with narrow eyes as he drew two of his fingers through my folds, feeling the moisture that was accumulated there between his fingertips. I wriggled against his fingers and he looked pleased with himself. Slowly and exploratorily he traced the flesh all the way down, his fingertips glanced off that sweet spot and I jolted, releasing a strained moan. He smiled and paused, returning to the spot and teasing it with his fingers.

He resituated his hand and pressed his thumb against it with slow firmness. Fire curled up my spine and I arched slowly, his name tumbling languorously off my lips, "Luuuucipher."

I saw a shudder run down his spine and the predatory smile that had slit across his face on the battlefield returned, "I was right," he said in his bell tones, "It is nearly as enjoyable to hear the noises I can coax from you as it was to have them coaxed from my own lips."

He continued pressing unhurriedly with his thumb and tentatively pushed a slim finger inside of me. I groaned. He paused and seemed unsure how best to continue. I had only done this, of course, with Crowley who had hundreds of years of experience tormenting female bodies. For sweet young Lucifer, this was all unfamiliar.

I looked at him with hooded eyes and offered instruction, "Two fingers, Luce, now curl them upwards -AH" I gasped pushing against his hand, "Yes. There. Do you feel that ridge. Press there."

He dexterously followed my instructions and soon I was rocking into his hand, my breath becoming labored, "Lu-ci-PHER!" I gasped between breaths.

He stretched his wings over us and bared his teeth in a smile, "I do enjoy when you say my name like that. I don't think I have ever heard it sound so sweet. When you say it so, I can nearly taste it."

I pulled him down to me by the shoulder and kissed him fiercely, one hand weaving through his silky hair, the other dragging through the feathers at the base of his wing. I tugged on the feathers lightly and he bucked and gasped into my mouth. He pushed himself up on his hands and stared down at me, "Do that again."

I grinned at him and ran both of my hands down the feathers of this wings, pulling at them gently, nestling my fingers into them until I touched the flesh. His wings stiffened and spread to their full, and quite impressive, span, the ends twitching. Every muscle of his body was rigid and shaking, his fingers clawed into the sheets. I ran my fingers down the breadth of his wings, pulling at the long bottom feathers. He called out and his head dropped forward.

I clawed my fingers and ran them up the muscular apex of his wings. His elbows buckled and he collapsed on top of me, his arms wrapping around me securely. He whimpered into my ear, sounding not at all like a conquering king. I found that having that effect of an angel such as Lucifer thrilled me. "Seph -oh-neee" he struggled to say, "I need - I need"

He did not need to articulate further, unresistingly he allowed me to maneuver his hips until they were straddled in mine. I rolled my hips upward and slowly impaled myself upon him as I, once more, pulled at the feathers along that particularly sensitive muscle along his wings. He nearly sobbed, he buried his face in the crux of my neck and kissed the sensitive skin of my throat between his shaking whimpers and devastating moans.

I rolled my hips sinking in and off of him in a steady rhythm, all the while touching his wings as far as I could reach. I couldn't very well roll him over without considerable maneuvering of his long wings, so I pushed him back until he sat on his knees, following him up, I sat atop his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Leverage thus improved in increased my pace, clenching around him as I drove myself down. His entire body and stiff, trembling thing he was not contributing much by way of expertise, but the noises he was making were of a caliber I had never heard and they drove me toward the edge as good as any touch. He could only cling to me and I increased the pace, rocking into him as fast as I was able.

"Seph!" He groaned desperately into my ear, "Sephone, I- I am - Sephone!"

My name, groaned tremorously in hot breath into my ear, knocked me over the edge and I ground down on him trembling and clenching around his shaft, my hands gripping his wings, pulling the feathers and I bit at his ear, exhaling slowly and moaning, "Luce! Ah! Lucifer."

As the last syllable of his name spilled from my lips a shudder ran down his body, his wings shaking from the base until the tips of them shivered, extending mightily. He screamed out, hands gripping me by the hair. His eyes were locked on mine and shining with white light. I felt him finish inside my in ragged pulses.

His shuddering began to subside and he twisted and collapsed onto the bed, his wings stretched out underneath him. He pulled me down on top of his chest and I felt feminine and minute cradled on his broad and muscled chest. He wrapped his defined arms around me and curled his wings about us until I was engulfed in him, his sweet scent pervading my nostrils. He held me securely and kissed my hair.

"Persephone," he said in a tender voice. He spent time enunciating each of the syllables, as though it were a treat to say each of them. Wrapped up in him, saying my name so sweetly, his scent so engulfing, it was difficult to remember that he was to be the father of demons. I could hear his heartbeat slowing beneath his ribs and I pressed my lips against the soft skin beneath me.

He ran his hands, the only coarse part of his skin, over my arms and back, touching lightly every piece of me that he could reach. I kissed my hair again and inhaled, smelling my skin, "Sephone, I should have fallen centuries ago."

I recognized that I ought to feel some measure of guilt, not only for sleeping with Lucifer, but for so thoroughly enjoying myself. I only felt warm and young. The crushing weight of my duty seemed lifted from my shoulders and it was easy to neglect to think about the world outside of his dark wings. I wanted to remain there for the next millenium, listening to his whisper in his voice that rang like harp strings, sweet sweet things. To hear him linger over my name and touch me with the reverence one might show a Goddess.

"Sephone," he murmured into my hair, "You are the peak of creation. Your flesh is embowed with the softness of the flowers that bloom at your touch. Your hair woven from the finest silks." He breathed my scent in again and ran his fingers up my spine. His adulations fell from his mouth with barely a pause, as though he could not restrain himself. "Sephone," he said again, and I was beginning to like the shortened form of my newest name. "Sephone, your scent is the Spring itself. Even your flowers cannot stand to be apart from you. Look."

He parted his wings and I looked up. My golden flowers had crept up the posts of the bed and spread themselves above us in a canopy, the golden blossoms hanging heavily down, like the ripest fruit. He lifted his hand, curled his fingers slowly and released them in a flick, as though ridding them of water. White drops of light whisped from his fingers and landed amongst the petals, making them glimmer and sparkle, like gold in the sun.

They glittered above us and his wings beat lightly. His arms wrapped around me and his melodious voice did not relent in his litany. I laid my head against his chest, my fingers trailing into the valleys of his muscles.

I had ruled Hell for many years, I had worn a crown and answered to 'Queen.' But for the first time I felt as though I was a Goddess. And I felt as though I lay atop a God.

AN: Thanks for reading guys! Does this spell trouble for her and Crowley? Is she being tricked by Lucifer's fabled silver tongue or is he as enraptured as he seems?! Leave a review pretty please and let me know what you thought!