A/N: Here's the new Chapter! Which also means the next four chapters are up on my Patreon for early access as well as the chance to vote on the direction of the story!

Lucien and Death, sittin' in a tree~

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The meadow they meet in swirls and changes after a moment, prodded by both of their conscious minds and transforming into a stately royal bedroom, complete with a massive four poster canopy bed.

Meanwhile, Lucien and Death run their hands along one another's bodies, which despite being clothed mere moments before, are suddenly entirely naked. His fingers glide over Death's porcelain skin and soft, supple flesh, while she runs her own hands down across his chiseled abdomen before diving lower to grasp his cock.

Lucien's breath hitches as their lips meet and he kisses her while she continues to stroke his shaft with her hands. At the same time, his own hands fall to her hips and he begins walking her backwards. As they reach the end of the bed, Lucien pushes Death back and she lets go of his cock, falling down.

For a moment, he just… stares. She's so beautiful, with her pale white breasts rising up and down and her raven black hair spread out all around her head. Her legs dangle off of the end of the bed and Lucien… Lucien drops to his knees without a second thought.

His hands curl around chalk white thighs as he spreads Death's perfectly sculpted legs nice and wide. He places kisses along those inner thighs of hers, much as he did with Claire. And then, just like with Claire, Lucien eventually comes to a stop at Death's slit… before diving in and beginning to eat her out.

However, he hadn't gotten the idea from his encounter with Claire. Rather, what he'd done with Claire had been influenced by his experiences with Death. This past year, every time they met, he and Death had pushed the boundaries of pleasure with one another. Even if he couldn't make her cum, he could still make her moan.

And moan she does, shuddering as his tongue drives deep into her pussy. One of Death's hands comes down atop his head, causing Lucien to flick his eyes up to see her arching her back and tossing her head about. He smirks around his snaking tongue, even as he winds it in and out of her quim.

The muscle is far longer than it should be, of course, elongated to push deep into Death's insides and explore every last crevice that she has. Lucien… isn't limited by human expectations at this point. Even in the real world he's so far beyond where he started, but here and now in this world, he can do and be whatever he wants.

Of course, what he wants is for Death to be happy. What he wants is for her to know that she's loved and that he cares about her… endlessly.

It's funny thinking about his past life at this point. He was all alone back in the original timeline. Sickly, unloved, forgotten and abandoned. Even Mercy had been nothing but a band aid placed over a gaping wound. With his death at an early age all but inevitable, Lucien could look back now and recognize that his old self had just been waiting to die.

Not anymore though. He finally had a life worth living and ironically it was all thanks to Death. Through her, he lived again. Through her, he had the power to take charge of his own life. It was thanks to her that he got to meet and get to know Blackfire and Starfire and all the others.

He would never not be grateful. He would never not be totally, completely in love.

Rock hard and at the point where his arousal was becoming a little painful, Lucien extracts his elongated tongue from Death's cunt and rises to his feet. She looks up at him with lidded eyes, even as he grabs her by the hips and slides her further up onto the bed before climbing up himself.

Her legs spread for him automatically and his cock feels like it's found the place where it fits perfectly as he presses the bulbous head against her slick entrance. With a shuddering breath, Lucien pushes forward into Death's sex. And just like that… he's home.

Out of all the women in his life, he's definitely fucked Death the most. To be fair, 'time' for them could be somewhat… relative in the end. After all, here in this dream world, a single night of sleep could be stretched on almost endlessly. More than that though, Death was everywhere all at once. She couldn't not be. As the embodiment of death, the Endless was present for every single living thing's demise always, at every moment of every day, all the time.

It was a bit daunting for even him to think about, but the way Lucien liked to see it was that he was downright lucky to have so much of her attention focused on him during moments like these. As he thrusts in and out of her, Death's moans filling the air along with his grunts and groans, Lucien… feels truly blessed.

Leaning forward, he sucks one of her teats into his mouth and pinches the other between his fingers. Death moans a little louder, even as he works his tongue, teeth, and lips all over her snow white breast. At the same time, his cock slides in and out of her, pistoning back and forth as its done a thousand times before.

Just like he always does with Death, Lucien loses himself for a bit. Time falls away as they enjoy one another's company in the most carnal, intimate manner possible. Eyes drifting shut, Lucien's whole universe becomes about Death and this moment between them.

Of course, like has always happened before, his own pleasure builds and builds. He can hold off his release for quite a long time at this point, but not forever. With any other woman out in the normal world, Lucien would be able to do so indefinitely, but not here, not with Death.

Eventually, he can feel himself closing in on the end. He can feel himself beginning to come undone. It's happened a thousand times before and it will happen a thousand times more. And each and every time, he's the only one who cums. He's the only one who-

"A-Ah~"

Lucien's eyes shoot open. Just as he's about to tip over the edge, he feels something he's never felt before while hearing a noise from Death's lips that he can barely even comprehend. This isn't a simple moan or cry. And the way her inner walls squeeze down and clench around his cock, milking him of his release… that's not ordinary either.

Pulling his head back, Lucien gasps as Death's cunt grips and squeezes and pulls every last drop of his seed from his cock. At the same time, he's watching the Endless' eyes flutter back in her head, her lips forming into a perfect 'o'… and he realizes then and there that he's seeing Death's O-face for the first time.

Is he… imagining things. As he empties his balls into the beautiful pale white woman, Lucien can only stare down at her until she finally manages to recover enough to look back at him. He sees the same wonder and awe in her gaze that he himself is currently feeling.

"Did you just…"

Death, very uncharacteristically, blushes as she looks down at where they're joined together.

"I think… I think I did, yes. You made me cum, Lucien."

His first instinct is to call her a liar. Was she trying to deceive him? Had she faked it? But no… there were no lies between the two of them. No secrets or deception, not anymore. And Death had no reason to do something like that anyways. After everything they'd been through together, Lucien had long accepted his own limitations and he knew that she knew that.

Maybe once upon a time if he'd taken a different path back near the start, she might have felt compelled to fake it in order to placate him. But here and now? There was no point to it.

But then, that made it real. That meant he'd actually made Death orgasm. For a long moment, Lucien stares… and then he cracks a rueful grin, tilting his head to the side.

"I hope we didn't just make a galaxy explode or something like that."

Death's blush intensifies just a bit and she reaches up, smacking him lightly on the chest.

"Ridiculous. You're utterly ridiculous, Lucien."

He finds himself grinning a little loopily back at her. He was ridiculous, wasn't he? Ever since he came back in time, came back to life, Lucien had been chasing this goal. To make Death cum had been his one true motivation for almost two years now.

And yet… here they were. He'd done it… by accident? No, that wasn't quite the way to describe it. Obviously he'd been just as focused on her pleasure as ever. It was always about her when they fucked, at least in his mind. He wanted her to feel good so he did his best to make that happen.

So this was no accident… but it felt strange, nevertheless. He hadn't been gunning for it specifically, so to have it happen at random just because they were with one another felt weird as hell.

Still, he's happy. And he's not going to let the strangeness of the situation ruin that happiness. Leaning down, he pulls Death into an embrace, wrapping her in his arms and turning her so that they're both on their sides. With his cock still tucked inside of her, Lucien holds her close.

"I love you."

Death's eyes widen slightly… and to his surprise, she looks vulnerable as she glances down for a moment.

"… I worry that now that you've accomplished your goal, you might come to love me less."

That catches him off guard, making him furrow his brow. Death smiles wistfully.

"It was an errant fear of mine, but a fear, nonetheless. That you might… drift away."

Scoffing, Lucien presses his forehead against Death's.

"Drift away where? It's you and me, Death. To the end of time. I'm not going anywhere."

Death shivers at the surety of his words. She looks at him for a long moment before finally smiling and melting into his comforting embrace.

"… I love you too, Lucien."

They stay like that for quite a while, just holding one another. Funny, when Lucien pictured making Death cum, it was always as this great big event. For one, he would be trying for it of course. And so, when he finally succeeded, it would be this huge thing, a moment of triumph. Hell, early on he'd thought it would be a moment of conquest, of domination, before he'd fully understood what he and Death had with one another.

But this… this was more fitting, in the end. A quiet affair, one of love and affection, rather than anything else. Lucien realizes this was always how it had to happen. Anything else… would have cheapened the experience.

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Everything was taken care of, in the end. Cadmus and its leadership had been taken down by the Justice League and ripped out by the roots once and for all. And Lucien… had barely had anything to do with it.

As he stands in the elevator, watching it climb floor after floor towards his office at the top of LexCorp Tower, he has a smile on his face. His mood this morning truly can't be beat. Not only had he made Death cum, not only had Cadmus been beaten… but Claire had reached out to let him know that she was taking Wonder Woman up on her offer to visit Themyscira.

Lucien really hoped that Claire could connect with at least part of her lineage, though the clone had made it abundantly clear in her message that she would be back 'soon' and she might even bring some 'company'. He didn't quite know what that meant, but he wasn't too worried about it. There would always be a place for Claire at his side, just as there was for Tea, who at this point had decided to join his security detail full time.

That said, as the elevator doors open and he steps out onto the top floor, Lucien's eyes naturally gravitate towards his secretary's desk… where nobody currently sits. He's reminded then that he will actually need a new personal assistant going forward, seeing as the last one isn't likely to come back into work.

He doesn't mind though. In the end, Kara's employment had always been a temporary thing, given that he'd known who she was from the moment he hired her. Really, Lucien wished her all the best in her next endeavors.

Smile still on his face, the absence of his Kryptonian Secretary not putting off his good mood even slightly, Lucien strides past Kara's empty desk and makes for the doors to his office. He throws them open with a bit of flair, mostly for himself since it wasn't like anyone else was around to see him… only to freeze up, because there actually is someone in his office.

Kara Danvers, aka Supergirl, also freezes up at his somewhat grandiose entrance, looking at him with wide eyes from where she's putting some papers down on his desk. For a long moment, they both stare at each other, Kara looking like a deer caught in headlights and Lucien more confused than anything.

"… I wasn't expecting you to stick around, Supergirl."

Blushing a little, Kara steps away from his desk.

"Please sir, call me Kara or Ms. Danvers when I'm not… in costume."

Sir? What the hell was going on? Lucien blinks rapidly, even his rather intelligent brain struggling to catch up to the implications here. Finally though…

"… You want to keep working for me? After everything?"

Shrugging, Kara stops just a foot away from him, blushing harder and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Well… a girl has to make a living somehow, right? Unless you're firing me, sir?"

Lucien opens his mouth… and then closes it, shaking his head rather numbly. He'd be a fool to fire her. After all, she was the best damn secretary he'd ever had, not least of which because of her ability to do the work of ten normal human women without so much as breaking a sweat.

Seeing him shake his head, Kara smiles… and suddenly closes the gap between them, stepping up to him and placing a hand on his chest.

"I'm happy to hear that, sir. Now that there are no longer any secrets between us… we can finally do as we like… with one another."

Wait… what?!

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The Vote:

[ ] Well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted... - 30%

[X] Hang on, where is this coming from? - 69%

[ ] Nope, he doesn't want to know, keep things professional - 1%

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