<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/11/06/e5/1106e5e7d1cdf3ff0a08a043e99df57a.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday 3rd May 2019, 00:00 ---> Thursday 2nd May 2019, 12:00<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lux, Perth ---> Gotham<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>Dress To Rule</strong>(https://assets.inmonarch.com/images/attachments/000/002/213/org/TX1735.main.jpg?1510821009)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / The Justice League / Superman / Open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The problem with being, well,<em>him</em>was that things very rarely went exactly the way he wanted them to go. Oh, his plans usually panned out for him, of course, and he was amongst the most cunning schemers you'd ever care to meet, but the simple fact was that things just seemed to happen to him. Not big things, not important, cosmos-shaking events that threw all of his plans out of the window...it was small things. Minor hiccups that ruffled up the minor details. They were easily handled and smoothed over, but it seemed that whenever he was close to getting something deliciously distracting...well, things happened to come up that either stalled or ruined them entirely. Take the Princess, for example; a gorgeous alien princess falls out of the sky and it turns out that not only does she have superpowers on par with a Kryptonian, but it's<em>also apparent</em>that she comes from a sexually liberated planet that sees no problem with truly Dionysian levels of debauched casual sex. Add onto<em>that</em>that it's a planet that in all of his wanderings he's never even heard of? For somebody like him, the combination of all of those unique, new and exciting flavours made her a dish that he just couldn't resist sampling.<br/><br/>You could say a lot about Lucifer - and many people had, repeatedly - but the one thing he would admit to was that impulse control was never one of his greater strengths. Especially not when Koriand'r herself made it obvious that she would rather like to devour him in return, too. And yet, as soon as they escalated on that first day, as soon as they got to the point where he was fairly certain he'd be using his insurance to repair the damages to his club...it turned out that she'd overestimated her tolerance for his private collection of "Time To Get Wasted" alcohol and collapsed in a drunken stupor. He, of course, ever the gentleman opted to tuck her into one of the disused apartments over the top of Lux to sleep it off, but that hadn't lasted long. Come midnight, he'd found her sleeping in a large pile of food in his kitchen, presumably having gotten the drunken midnight munchies, and gone searching for food to sate her unnatural appetite. He once again did the gentlemanly thing and carried her upstairs to put her back to bed - this time locking the door, just in case...though seeing her strength earlier on with her spaceship, he imagined it wouldn't do much but slow her down for a second or two if he was lucky - whilst his staff cleaned up her mess.<br/><br/>Of course, not before taking a picture of her drunken state, surrounded by half-eaten snacks and an empty one-gallon bottle of milk. The future possibilities for embarrassment and teasing were just too good to pass up! He was a gentleman, certainly, but he was also<em>Satan.</em>He had to extract his fun where he could, and if he wasn't going to get to welcome her to Earth properly, then the least he'd do would be to get an embarrassing picture of her for later. Of course, that was assuming that the Princess had any degree of shame, which was...looking honestly rather doubtful at this moment in time. Of course, he simply put it down to her being new on the planet and eager to get settled, but when he'd ended up getting dragged to The House Of Mysteries by Zatanna and Constantine on the Wednesday - just as they were gearing up for an evening of drinking and dancing - that was when he had to imagine that the universe was going out of its way to mess with him. He didn't feel his Fathers fingers in events, but he wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was wrong. As above it all as he claimed to be, his Father did have a habit of involving himself at random times for no clear, discernible meaning. He was halfway convinced that "Ineffable" really just meant "making it up as I go along." Not that he could throw any stones in that department, granted.<br/><br/>Thankfully for him and his libido, though, it turned out that the House Of Mystery was merely an intermission in their evening; upon being graciously allowed to leave by the Manors proprietor - a human who apparently realised a little too late just how much trouble he could have gotten himself into, if Lucifer was in a slightly less cheerful mood - they managed to get back to Lux just in time to get into the swing of the evening festivities, and...well, let's just say that he and the Princess did a lot more than dancing that evening. Honestly, after having to hold back and be careful with his conquests for so long - living on Earth meant that he had to be careful with the mortals, or they'd break and then he'd have to deal with a lot more headaches than just receiving dozens of texts a few days later - it was refreshing to tumble into bed with a woman who could take everything he gave her and dish just as much delicious power back. Of course, he got the distinct impression that she hadn't dealt with men of his calibre very often before, but...hey, that was the occupational hazard of being Immortal, and living in Hell.<br/><br/>Demons did some weird shit, after all, and when you were as devilishly handsome (Ha!) and charming as he was...well, you tended to pick up a lot of experience along the way. Honestly, though...he'd kind of been basking in the afterglow for pretty much the entire day. He and Koriand'r had gone all night and even into the morning, and he had to say...it was probably the first time in a few billion years that his body had been so tired that it had actually<em>wanted</em>to sleep despite knowing that he didn't actually need it. They'd had some pillow talk and he'd finally relented and allowed her some free information about himself, but they didn't last long before they both ended up drifting off to rest. It was pleasant, too; he'd woken up rather fresh-faced and energetic to a delightful pressure on his side and her warm, soft hands caressing pretty much every part of his body that they could reach. If that was what sleeping was like, he'd certainly be doing it again, especially with Koriand'r; she was certainly a delicious first sight in any situation, though he could think of a few rather more delightful things he could wake up to her doing. He could think up rather<em>more</em>than a few, actually, and almost all of them involved a great deal of "sleeping in."<br/><br/>But, that was in the past. That day, alas, he'd had other business than Koriand'r to attend to; as intriguing as she was, he did have a business to run and his own investigations to conduct. Pretty much the entire day had revolved around business meetings, staff reviews, conducting interviews for gaps in his workforce - especially in Los Angeles, where he was opening a new flagship dedicated nightclub for the wealthy and bored - and setting his own little agents loose to see what they could find out about his power drain. It had slowed over recent days, but when he was in the House Of Mystery, he'd realised just how much power he had let slip. Ordinarily, he could simply snap his fingers and wipe the place from the face of existence. But feeling that raw power in his newly vulnerable form...well. It was clear that it would take a lot more effort in his current shape, and that distressed him. His powers were draining slowly at the current moment, yes, but the salient point was that they were<em>still draining,</em>and he was not prepared to simply wait it out and see where the bottom of this particular cavern lay. Unfortunately, that required that some days, he simply did not have the chance to speak much to his alien Princess, and had to leave her to her own devices.<br/><br/>That even extended to the evening; though he knew exactly where she would be - the dancefloor of his very own club, probably injuring any human nearby with just how powerful her hips were when she decided to shake them - his business carried well into the night. Of course, he didn't imagine that she would mind; not only were there plenty of men eager and willing to keep her company until he freed himself, but this particular piece of business was related, in fact, to her. See, Earth Governments liked to meddle with things they didn't understand, and they liked to exploit anybody they could as long as they could avoid getting caught. This was a simple fact, easily proven and largely accepted by everybody on the planet except maybe people in North Korea, since they weren't allowed thoughts of their own in the first place (He had several times played with the idea of sorting that shit out, but...well, as soon as he started meddling in a countries politics, that would attract unwanted Hero attention, and then he'd have a whole mess of other headaches to deal with...so no thank you).<br/><br/>So what he had to do was, frankly, make messing with Koriand'r difficult enough that the Australian government wouldn't want to cart her off to the nearest blacksite to study her as soon as she revealed her presence. That required a big, grand gesture of heroism, followed by a public reveal and several high profile interviews to establish herself in the popular media. That would then be followed by introducing her to several fan-favourite superheroes and procuring their friendship and endorsement. They didn't have to be A-Listers, of course; if she got the friendship of even a couple of B-List Heroes - people like Firestorm, Ragman, that red guy with the bow and arrow over in the States or that blue and black ex-wonderkid in Gotham whose name escaped him at that moment - then suddenly...she was more trouble than she was worth, and she could start wandering about the city and - to an extent - the world without having to look over her shoulder for the men in conspicuous black jeeps. It was a simple enough affair to organise, but no real effort or difficulty involved, but the thing it<em>did</em>require was...simply time. He had to take the time to organise things, work out what nefarious plots were likely to be underway at that moment in time and - if necessary - set some of his own in motion for her to thwart in a public but safe manner.<br/><br/>So it was that it wasn't until close to midnight when he ventured out of his office to descend down the stairs to oversee his club, finally having gotten all of his business for the day out of the way. He snapped his fingers idly as he moved, and he felt reality flexing around him. Other magical effects might have involved dust or particles or little beams of light, but for something as simple as a suit change? His powers were far more immediate and less flashy than that. He could make them flashy if he wanted to, but frankly, there was no point at that moment in time. One millisecond the was wearing his simple dark blue business suit, he snapped his fingers and before the echo faded...he was standing in his tight, form-fitting black tuxedo, his shining black shoes and his trademark smirk. It might not be the right outfit to wear to a nightclub ordinarily, but he found that the girls liked it when he wore such things, it made him stand out from the crowd...and for all her protests of disliking too many clothes, Koriand'r seemed to appreciate unwrapping him from them more than enough to encourage him to continue wearing them. No doubt Kori had chosen something provocative and sexy, specifically to show off her best features, and it would be a crime to approach her and steal her from her adoring public without at least looking the part of a dashing gentleman come to sweep the lady off of her feet.<br/><br/>As always, he felt the bass before he heard it, the vibrations of the truly unholy (HA) speakers he provided for the music causing the tremors to extend even upstairs into the staff apartment hallways. Granted, he'd had the walls and floors soundproofed for this exact reason - he couldn't host a nightclub and expect his lunch shift staff to get any sleep without it - but the fact remained that the bass was powerful enough to practically shake the building even without echoing any music from downstairs. Of course, as he rounded the corner of the final staircase and stepped into the corridor, he pushed the door to the main dance floor open and the sound of pounding music, cheering crowds and the smell of human hormones flooded over him. Whereas the stairwell was relatively cool, the main room was hot and humid, the kind of enclosed temperature you get when lots of humans cluster together and press their bodies up against one another in a charging, building battery of heat. Like a furnace, with coals being shovelled into the fire that lit within these ordinarily modest and conservative people to make them act like the base, primal animals that they were, consumed by the licking flames of lust and passion. Speaking of lust and passion, despite several girls attempting to get his attention, his desires were inflamed for only one individual that night.<br/><br/>He didn't even have to look for her. At six feet tall - plus heels - despite being shorter than him, she towered above almost everybody else in the club, and the lights strobing around the dancefloor reflected off of her fire-tongue hair as it swayed back and forth to the pounding beat. He paused a moment to admire the way that even when trapped between two humans - who, frankly, Koriand'r could do better than; they were 7's, sure, but she was at least a 15 - her hips popped and bounced and ground against the music in a way that almost defied physics. Perhaps Tamaraneans had a different skeletal structure to humans? He thought back to some of the things they'd done the previous night...yeah, that would explain it. He chuckled at the thought, shaking his head as he stepped across the dance floor, ably pushing the man behind her away. He turned as if to argue, but a single glance from Lucifer quietened him; everybody here knew who he was (in regards to the business), and they knew the rules; so long as the individual agreed...Lucifer got first dibs. And tonight, he was placing his claim on the ember-skinned beauty currently sashaying her way into the fervent fantasies of every man - and many of the women - there.<br/><br/>He slipped his hands around her barely-clad body, pulling the half-naked globes of her ass against his crotch - which had already tented just at the sight of her lusciously curvaceous body undulating to the rhythm - and she seemed to know exactly who he was the moment he did so. He almost felt sorry for the other male involved; as soon as Lucifer appeared, it was obvious to the young man in front of her who her favourite was as she leaned back into Lucifers body - and away from him - and looked up at him with deliciously hooded eyes that made him almost pin her down to the nearest table and ravage her right there and then. Alas, Lux was not that kind of club (though he did own a few of those, too, a couple of them even in Australia), but the temptation was there nonetheless. Her arching back pressed her already generous chest outwards, which his eye happily devoured before she turned around to face him. His hands stayed on her ass as she pressed close, her lips opening as he leaned down to capture them; no words were necessary, no snarky, witty comments, no flirtatious remarks. They both knew how hot they made the other one, they both knew what they wanted from tonight, and neither of them were shy about going for it.<br/><br/>He simply leaned down and claimed her tongue as if he were invading a new realm, leading his armies to lay claim his dominion over everything that dwelt there, his tongue wrestling aggressively with her own. His mouth dragged across her sweetly painted, soft, plush, oh-so-deliciously-tight lips as his tongue probed further down her throat. One hand squeezed her lush buttocks, fingers sinking into the swollen globes of her perfect ass, the other sliding up her body, dragging his fingers up her skin - bunching up her bodysuit a little - before gliding over the side of the swell of her chest. His body moved rhythmically to the beat, swaying and grinding with every surge, receding and teasingly taunting her closer with every lull. He could taste her delicious desperation, so when she turned and practically dragged him from the dance floor and into the side corridor - with plenty of breaks on the way there, during which his hands strayed further down her legs and over the front of her chest - to continue their not so subtle foreplay in relative privacy. He allowed her to push him up against the wall, her hands slipping into his jacket, popping his buttons and dragging over the coarse, lightly haired flesh of his toned, firm muscles. He allowed her to press herself up against him, grinding and bucking and moaning, her heated voice echoing in his mouth as his hands explored her body, and such was his fervor that the incessant beeping - coming from her wrist, he thought, though he could be wrong; his mind was otherwise occupied, you understand - only added a slight tinge of irritation to the situation.<br/><br/>Instead, he focused on his hands, one slipping over the curve of her spine, one tangling into her scaldingly hot flaming hair...but enough was enough, and soon enough, it was her pressed roughly against the wall. He perhaps overdid it with his assertion of dominance, basically picking her up and slamming her against the wall hard enough to send plaster and brick chips raining down around their feet, but he knew from recent experience that she was into it. He felt her rapidly rising chest grinding against him, her legs slipping up to loop around his waist, his lips leaving hers to bite a trail across her jaw...his lips dragged down her cheek, tasting the salty tang of her sweat and the sweet nectar of her skin, the heat pulsing between them deliciously heated. He leaned down to her throat, then, ignoring the incessant beeping - he was tempted to find whatever was causing it and remove it from existence, but that would have been equally as distracting - and sealed his teeth around her throat. He bit down, hard, pinning her shoulder in place with a lustful growl. He remembered the two humans from earlier, those two who had thought to steal away his prize, and a sudden urge overtook him.<br/><br/>He sucked on her flesh hard, with intent; he didn't have to look to know that he'd left a noticeable spread of bruising around where his mouth had sealed, marking her with the most delicious lovebite he had ever planted on anybody. He pulled away, intending to give her a similar one on the other side - he did love symmetry, after all - but he was stopped in his machinations, much to his disdain and irritation. The beeping had become louder, more insistent, and the moment was ruined. She pushed him gently away, which he reluctantly allowed, frowning at her wrist-piece, and as annoyed and impatient as he was...he found that he, too, was curious about what had disturbed what had been promising to be another rather heated, exceptionally fun evening. He turned his head to watch her holographic display, and he felt a mixture of confusion, annoyance and intrigue; on the screen it looked like Superman was destroying Gotham. It was...out of character, to say the least, and though he didn't blame Superman for deciding that Gotham was better off as rubble...he couldn't deny that it was concerning on a mortal level.<br/><br/>Superman was one of the more powerful Mortals in existence, and if he went insane...well, a lot of people were going to die before they stopped him. OK, yes, a lot of people died every day anyway.<em>More than usual</em>was his point. Which was bad. For them, anyway. He supposed. And of course, Koriand'r - being the kindhearted woman she was - was not about to let this go. He let out an irritated sigh and shook his head.<strong>"Old Supe's simply could not wait another hour before losing his proverbial shit, could he?"</strong>He lamented to himself. It was frustrating...but it was also interesting, he supposed. And if Koriand'r was going...then maybe this could be the trick they were waiting for. He didn't need to organise some villain uprising if the princess here was seen stopping a rampaging Superman...the problem was...was she up to it? He'd probably need to go along, just in case.<strong>"Very well. Though I expect a great deal of gratitude for my magnanimity when the matter is resolved, I hope you understand."</strong>He calmed himself - and his libido - with a great deal of effort.<br/><br/>It was frustrating...but it offered several unique opportunities that simply could not be ignored. Well, ok, he<em>could,</em>very easily, but he wasn't<em>going</em>to. He reached up and ran his hand through Koriand'r's hair, feeling her fiery locks slipping through his fingers.<strong>"Simply put, My Sweet Little Princess? You've already been to Gotham,"</strong>he explained,<strong>"Last night, when we met Mr. John Constantine and Miss Zatanna, they summoned us to Gotham. I can take us there rather easily, but I would advise caution, Princess."</strong>Good Father, the memories of calling her that in the dark the previous night were delicious...but they'd have to wait.<strong>"The Kryptonian is one of Earth's most powerful denizens."</strong>And that alone meant that they had to treat him at least vaguely seriously. He wasn't certain how strong Tamaranians were in comparison to Kryptonians...he supposed that he was about to find out. He paused for a moment, enjoying the softer, sweeter little contact for what it was, before she nodded her consent. He quickly snapped his fingers - changing her out of her party gear and into the spacesuit she'd been wearing when they first met; as sexual as it was, it was more appropriate for fighting than her bootyshorts and high heels were - and with the sound of fluttering wings, they were gone.<br/><br/>They appeared a moment later - again, to the sound of large, fluttering wings that echoed across the open space - atop a large building overlooking the current battlesite. It seemed like the League - such as they were - had already arrived, and several of the members had apparently already engaged. He hummed a soft sound in the back of his throat, stepping up to the edge of the rooftop as Koriand'r levitated herself away. He gave a flick of his wrist, and a thin barrier - designed to protect against dust and dirt - appeared around his suit. He gave her a small, knowing smirk.<strong>"I shall be perfectly fine, Princess, I assure you. Just let me know if you think you could use some help."</strong>He winked at her, then gestured down to where Superman was currently fighting several other seemingly very powerful individuals.<strong>"Your debut awaits, <em>Mon Chaton.</em> It would be rude to keep your adoring public waiting."</strong>And honestly? He was rather curious as to what Koriand'r could do, too. As irritating as the interruption was...well, you take your wins where you could get them, non? He got to see Koriand'r in action, he received entertainment for the evening, he got to scout the League and their strengths and weaknesses...and when they returned to Lux, he'd have a very energetic and adrenaline-fuelled alien Princess to "entertain." Not what he'd intended, but still...not completely objectionable. The problem with being, well,<em>him,</em>was that things rarely went the way he wanted them to go. But sometimes...sometimes, they worked out much, much better. And on this occasion? He was (almost) perfectly happy with that. Even better was the thought that she was going to be fighting Superman with a Devil-Marked Lovebite on her shoulder. It was the simple things.