Bottom Adam Week Day 7: Free Day/Oviposition
(Adam/Lute)
At the Exorcist HQ, Lute was waiting patiently by Adam’s office for her commanding officer to arrive. While the work day began quite early in the a.m hours, Adam often came in late due to his slacker nature.
But when the clock struck noon and there was no sign of him, Lute began to get twitchy. This was unusual, as Adam always made an attempt to get into the office before Sera’s automated email came in asking if he’d clocked in.
But just before Lute was about to pull the fire alarm, Adam came stumbling through the elevator.
Overcome with relief, Lute couldn’t help but exclaim, “Where the fuck were you!?”
“Calm your fucking tits, bitch. I just got here.”
Adam’s mask betrayed nothing, but Lute knew him well enough by now to know that something was off. There was a pained shuffle in Adam’s gait, a wince in his shoulders, and he was trying to cradle his stomach stealthily but there was no subtlety in the man.
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With a grunt, Adam pushed open the doors to his office, and the doors closed behind her with a resounding bang as Lute watched him make his way to his grand desk with effort. The chair creaked under his weight as he flopped onto it with a relieved groan.
“Sir,” Lute began, exasperation lacing her words, “did you try to beat the Horn of Armageddon challenge at the Spice Shack again?”
“No,” Adam moaned, clutching his stomach. “Wasn’t anything I ate.”
Concerned, Lute stepped closer to assess his condition. It was obvious from the way Adam was hunched over that something in his belly was weighing him down.
“Don’t,” Adam tried to wave her away, but Lute slapped his hand away and pressed her hand to his stomach.
It was oddly firm, even through the robe Lute could tell that there was a denseness that wasn’t there before. Then, something underneath the skin moved and Lute’s hand shot back as though it had been burnt.
“Sir?!”
Adam covered his face and tried to shrink in on himself, his wings spreading around himself protectively.
Lute sighed and deftly removed her helmet. Clearly Adam knew what was going on and was being insecure about it.
She grabbed him by the collar and stared him down until he cracked.
“Okay okay! Jeez, you’re such a moody bitch today,” Adam scratched the back of his neck nervously. “So I took this wasp looking chick back to my place last night, and the bitch laid her freaky wasp eggs in me! And like, they were kinda small going in, but when I woke up this morning I looked like this!”
Adam gestured to his distended belly.
“I look fucking pregnant!” he clutched his head in despair.
Lute’s heartbeat quickened, thundering in her chest as the image of her commander swollen with child entered her mind. She fought the urge to rub her legs together in arousal as her brain conjured up more scenarios with Adam nursing an infant that had her eyes.
“But also, it kinda fucking hurts and I don’t really want to go to Raphael for something like this.”
With a shuddery inhale, Lute steeled herself. “Sir, let me help.”
It took a bit of coaxing to get Adam to take off his robes and mask, but eventually Lute got him to spread eagle on the desk.
Lute ran her fingers over his taut belly, feeling the muscles underneath flutter at her touch. Warmth spread across her face as Lute imagined her own children inside of Adam, instead of some other bitch’s wretched brood.
Adam was blushing fiercely, his face painted in golden hues. His eyes watered as another contraction hit.
“Lute… you said you were gonna help,” he whined pitifully, lower lip trembling.
Swiftly lubing up her hand, Lute crouched between her commander’s thick thighs and swallowed. Below an impressive pair of balls Adam’s pink hole twitched enticingly. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Lute pressed her thumb into the tempting heat.
Adam jerked at the touch, wings flaring out before a few gentle caresses to his leg calmed him down.
“It’s alright, Sir. I’ve got you,” reassured Lute.
His feathers unruffled and Adam relaxed enough for Lute to push her thumb fully inside. She cursed under her breath as Adam’s greedy hole swallowed around her, warm and slick.
Gently she tucked the rest of her slim fingers inside, taking care to stop whenever Adam tensed up.
The way his walls clenched around her fingers, trying to pull her in deeper was utterly intoxicating. A strange feeling surged within Lute as she carefully watched Adam’s face, observing how his expression pinched when she scissored her fingers inside him.
He was enjoying it.
Lute was enjoying it.
Spurred on by the knowledge that Adam was getting off on her hand penetrating him, Lute brought her fingers together into a fist and sheathed herself up to her wrist. And twisted.
Adam’s jaw dropped as he looked down and saw the vague outline of Lute fucking her petite fist in and out of his ass. The slide of her knuckles against his walls felt so fucking good for some reason and the ugly insecure part of Adam wanted to buck away from her, to deny himself the pleasure of getting turned on by being fisted.
Instead he tossed his head back and moaned pitifully. It felt so good and it was so hard to think straight. Adam’s cock twitched and jumped as it grew to full hardness, his balls aching with the need to cum with every pump of Lute’s fist.
“Lute… hah… it feels… full,” panted Adam, his swollen belly heaving with his deep breaths.
Lute’s wings shot up and she gritted her teeth as her pussy clenched and slick dampened her panties. Focus.
Adam let out a gasp as the something shifted in the mass of eggs in his belly. The pressure was increasing, his stomach muscles squeezing against the hard swell of his guts. Adam whined and squirmed on the desk, panting harder as his fingers scratched insistently against the ornate finish.
“They’re coming!”
Biting back a curse, Lute twisted her fist out of her commander’s considerably loosened hole, watching the flushed rim gape weakly with an unexpected sense of pride.
Wiping off the lube on her arm, Lute turned her attention to Adam, who was currently hyperventilating and spreading his legs wider to accommodate the eggs.
And yet despite his panic, his cock was still hard. Lute tried to ignore how the engorged head twitched and dribbled, drooling precome over his foreskin and down the lengthy shaft.
A harsh shudder rolled through Adam’s body and jolted Lute out of her impromptu reverie. Instantly she was flooded with guilt, her poor Adam was suffering and she was letting herself get distracted instead of relieving his pain.
Lute placed her hands on Adam’s belly, feeling the eggs jostling under her palms as the muscles contracted in quick spasms. His breaths were shallow and rapid, and Lute knew that Adam was scared. What would she do if he was giving birth to her eggs?
“You’re doing good, you’re doing so good,” Lute peppered him with praise as she massaged his tight belly. “You’re so wonderful and amazing, so handsome and perfect.”
“I– I am?” Adam’s voice was spacey and a quick look at his face showed Lute that his unfocused eyes were looking at her expectantly for guidance.
It was like getting struck by lightning, and it felt so unfair the way Adam looked at Lute like a lost puppy. Something in her core tightened, she was unbearably wet right now.
“Yes, you are.” Lute dug the pads of her fingers into the firm mass of eggs, feeling them move as Adam’s eyes rolled back and he keened. Ducking her head down, Lute could see a dull white egg crowning out of his hole.
Gasping, Adam’s toes curled and tears fell from his lashes as he pushed the egg free, cum spraying from his untouched cock as it rolled out. His release decorated the underside of his belly and his thighs, Lute being forthwith enough to shield herself with her arms.
“Good job, Adam, that’s one.” Lute spoke to him softly, wiping the cum off her arms. Whimpering, Adam drew his shaking legs in closer and shook his head.
“No, don’t wanna do anymore,” he said with his lips drawn in a pout.
Lute ran her fingers through his hair and Adam melted under her touch with a heady blush. “Don’t you want to be my good boy.”
“Yes! I wanna be a good boy.” His words came out slurred and thick, but his voice was earnest in his declaration.
“Then we keep going, can you be a good boy and keep pushing?” Patting Adam’s head soothingly, Lute gave him a tender look.
Adam whined and his lower lip trembled, but he nodded and spread his legs again.
“Good boy, that’s my good boy,” in the heat of the moment, Lute pressed a kiss to his forehead. She jerked back when she realized what she had done, but Adam seemed too focused on laying his eggs to notice.
Another egg dropped from his stomach, moving through his guts and setting Adam’s nerves on fire as it stretched him open wide. Adam swallowed loosely and arched his back the best he could in his condition. His lips were shiny with drool and his dazed expression tightened as it plopped out of his gaping ass.
Lute continued to shower Adam with compliments and praise with every egg that passed through his hole, holding him down when the pleasure got too much and he thrashed uncontrollably on the desk.
“Luuuuute, hic, its too much,” Adam cried, wailing as his spent cock twitched and spat up the remnants of what was left in his balls. Lute pressed down on his stomach and he choked on his spit as the last egg squeezed out of him.
“Shhh, it’s okay sir, I’ve got you.” Lute whispered, wiping away the sweat on his brow. Adam looked at her fuzzily and slowly closed his eyes as his shaking legs finally gave out and collapsed.
Lute brushed her lips against his warm cheek, wishing that she had the balls to confess her feelings for him. At least she would always have this memory to rub off to late at night.
“–and we’re so happy you’ve decided to officially support the Hazbin Hotel—”
That damned devil spawn never stopped talking, her inane chatter grating on Lute’s ears. The fact that she even had to maintain an air of civility among the freaks that took everything from her was abhorrent.
Abel and Emily seemed all too happy to play nice with the filthy sinners milling around the hotel, offering polite smiles and friendly shakes of the head when asked if they wanted to touch someone’s parts. Disgusting.
Lute wanted to throw up. Adam was dead and no one cared. His murderers stood right in front of her and the fact that they continued to breathe made her sick.
Keeping her active bitch face squarely in place, Lute scanned the throng of sinners and imagined their heads on pikes. And then someone familiar stood out to her.
Her heart dropped and time seemed freeze. It was Adam.
He looked… different, but there was no mistaking it. Even with the charcoal skin and white hair, Lute knew that face anywhere.
Adam clearly noticed her looking at him, because he started running.
A powerful gust threw sinners and angels alike to the ground as Lute spread her wings and tore after him like a bat from Hell. Adam ducked and wove through the alleys of Pentagram City with terror etched on his face, Lute darting in close on his heels, locked in on her target.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fu-AACkk,” Adam didn’t even have time to scream when familiar hands grabbed hold of him with tremendous strength and carried him off.
Gasping for breath, Adam squealed as he dangled in his former lieutenant’s arms.
“Ha ha, hey Lute, bet you weren’t expecting to see me again huh.” Laughing nervously, Adam’s stomach flip flopped as the ground got further and further away.
Lute said nothing, her expression stony and unchanged, but her arms tightened around her squirming prize as she flew into the top floor of the embassy.
An “oof” left Adam as his body hit the bed, the heavy layer of dust on the duvet exploding into the air. Hacking and coughing into his fist as the cloud of dust settled, Adam watched Lute stare at him through the corner of his sulfur eyes.
“Cough cough, is that a new arm I see?” Adam put on his most charming smile through his sniffles. He scurried backwards on the bed as Lute advanced on him, the talons on her golden arm slicing through the duvet as she crawled forward.
“Looks really cool Dangertits, err, Lute. I’m digging it,” awkwardly Adam brought his thumbs up as he backed into the wall.
Lute’s prosthetic hand pounded into the backboard and Adam’s blood ran cold.
“….I thought I’d lost you.”
The words came out low and mournful, the first time Adam had heard her speak since Extermination day. Her eyes looked down at him, creased in despair.
“But I’ve found you again.”
There was a hideous cracking sound as spiralling black horns broke out of her skull, golden ichor running down Lute’s unmoving face. Adam’s hands flew to his mouth in shock, heart jumping as the feathers in her wings darkened to pitch.
“And this time, I’ll finish what I’ve started.”
The whites of her eyes bled into red and Lute’s other hand became charred and tipped with claws. Adam yelped as she ripped off his jeans with a heady growl.
Lute gripped Adam’s chubby thighs and pushed them up against his chest, squeezing the plump flesh possessively. Even in this form, Adam was still incredibly sexy, his lips parted and breath coming out in quick bursts as she lined her leaking ovipositor up with the twitching rim of his hole.
“Just sit back sir, I’ve got you.”
Adam took to motherhood surprisingly well. While Lute spent the days carving out their territory and slaughtering those who crossed their borders, Adam tended to the home and nurtured their children. And even though Hell would never be Heaven, it was close enough.
