Hell's Dance

His Forever

Aria lay in her brothers arms, his naked chest pressed against her back, and his arm across her's. She could feel his breathing and she smiled to herself.

"Why are you happy?" Lucifer asked her. "Because of this you are cast down forever."

"It doesn't seem so bad down here," she answered truthfully. It seemed like earth, not quite heaven, but not bad. And he was here.

He pressed his lips against her neck. He eyelids fluttered and she turned to kiss him. He rolled out from under her and gazed at her bare breasts, smiling like...well, like the devil. He pinned her arms on either side of her chest and kissed her collarbone. She sighed with pleasure watching the muscles in his back move. He brought his mouth back to hers and put his hands on her waist. Even a touch like that sent butterflies through her. He licked her lip and she kissed him harder. She bit down a little on his lip and he gave a low moan. She was glad she could have that effect on him. But then he pulled away.

"This can't go on you know," he said. She was shocked.

" Why?" she asked, hurt by the sudden mood swing.

"Because what would everyone think if they knew I was sleeping with my sister?" he asked, looking almost pleased about hurting her.

"It can be a secret," this seemed enough for now, because he kissed her again. He then got up and Ariadne admired his lean muscled body. He was getting dressed. "Where are you going?" Aria asked.

"I'm king of Hell, I have business to attend to," he stated simply.

Ariadne wondered where this sudden coldness had come from. She hoped he would be home soon and affectionate as before.

He left and Ariadne curled back up under the sheets, and slept.

~~~

Dina had been waiting. She knew what Lucifer had done, and just because she was only his consort, didn't mean she was going to let him get away with it. She was fallen angel of manipulation. She would get why he had done it out of him.

He arrived late, as usual, letting himself into her home. He wore a black shirt and dark red jeans with a worn leather jacket with slits for his wings. His face was beautiful as always with high cheekbones and full lips. Dina scoffed at how easily he got to her.

"Sex with the sister," Dina greeted him.

"Always a pleasure," he replied.

"Is it though?" Dina asked him. She didn't want him to say yes. She wished he cared for her most, but she was a consort. The only angel Lucifer might actually care for was Calixte. She told him that Calixte would never love him back, but if it was possible, he must have been struck by her beauty. Maybe Calixte did care for Lucifer. Dina would never ask because she hated Calixte, because Lucifer loved her more.

"My lovely Dina, why would you even ask? You know why I keep coming back here," Dina smiled seductively at him. He came over to her and pulled her curled black hair from its braid. She looked at him with demon like brown eyes. Then, finally he kissed her. She felt the familiar burst of pleasure from their lips meeting and she leaned into him. He pulled back. "Was Dina jealous?" He asked almost laughing.

"Never," Dina responded. She knew he liked her looks better than Ariadne's. Her dark beige skin was in contrast to Ariadne's pale, angel looks. But unfortunately, she could not rival Calixte when it came to Lucifer.

Lucifer pulled her to him again but before their lips met, Dina turned her head and made him follow her to the bedroom. He smirked. She loved that smirk. She slid his jacket carefully off his wings and put her hands under his shirt. He helped her slide it off and she ran her fingers over the planes and contours of his chest. She was at the right height to kiss right where his heart is, and feel it under her lips. It wasn't beating very fast. It probably beat faster for Calixte. Dina internally grimaced.

Lucifer slid his hands under her shirt and gently pulled it off her. He led her to the bed by his lips, and they fell onto it. He reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She slid it off. He smirked again at the sight of her breasts. He ran his fingers over them and she groaned. She unfastened his pants. He unfastened hers. She slid her jeans off easily and she kissed Lucifer as he got his off. As he slid her underwear down, a shot of jealousy went through her as she realized, hours ago, he was doing the same thing to his sister. But she forgot all about it as his fingers slid between her legs. She gasped then as his tongue went too. She closed her eyes, letting pleasure course through her. She skid his underwear off and stared at him, loving the sight of him, even though she had seen it countless times. She smiled to herself. Ariadne probably didn't even know about her.

~~~

Ariadne waited hours for him, wondering where he could be. She was thinking of possibilities when a thought came to her. Perhaps he was with someone else. No, she thought, he wouldn't. She thought about what had happened between them and how if he was truly with someone else, he couldn't live with the guilt. But of course he could, he was Satan.

When he finally did come home, he came to her and gave her a soft kiss. It wasn't until he had left her room that she realized that he smelled of wickedly exotic women's perfume. And when she realized she had been right all along, it hurt her more then she could possibly imagine.

"Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever"