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Adam looked up at the building that he has made to be his new church here in Hell. It was another wonderful day that he would have mass for the demons of Hell.
It's been years since that failed extermination day, but Adam has been making quick work of trying to make a new life.
And keeping the Devil in his heart.
He sighed softly as he thought of Lucifer, most people would think that he would be upset about what happened, that he would hate Lucifer but that couldn't be farther from the truth.
Adam had loved him since the early days of Eden, but he could never catch his eye.
One day he will and when he does he'll never let him go.
Priest Gordon: Father Kadmon, are you ready to start service?
Adam smiled and turned to his friend: Yes I am. Open the doors and let the people in.
QWhat if, instead of demons, it's the angels who take control of humanity?
Lucifer, the seraph and morning star, is the ruler of the earth, since he is the one from heaven.
Then there's a group of rebel humans, and the angels capture their leader and take him to Lucifer. It turns out that the leader of the rebels is the long-lost father of humanity, Adam
He fights for the earth to belong to humans so they can make their own decisions.
Lucifer is surprised, and well, that's where their romance stems from, where Adam tries to explain to the angels, or rather Lucifer, that humans should be treated as equals or be free.
And I don't know if Adam gets pregnant during that time and marries Lucifer
Ohhh! This sounds good! Oh! Oh! Oh! What if Lucifer takes Adam on as a pet and uses him in whatever way he wishes~
Either that or Lucifer and Adam marry for an alliance and now humanity is equal to the humans
Lucifer was worried because his daughter was worried, and that worry was Adam.
They didn't know that the former angel, now a sinner, was staring intently at a painting; Emili had brought it to motivate the sinners at the hotel.
Adam said that at some point he painted it to remember something, that's what he said, and now two months later he's been looking at it in a sick way. Charlie just found him standing there two days ago. He hasn't moved, eaten, gone to the bathroom, or even drunk water. He just stares at the painting, and if someone stands in front of him, like Vaggie already did, it seems like he doesn't see you.
Lucifer spoke to him and all he got was a "there's something"
Angel coaxed more words out of her: "A past I don't remember, something I should remember. What is it?"
They were all scared, which was what fascinated Adam so much.
CLucifer doesn't know how he managed to convince him to sleep, but he took him there and let him sleep.
.
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YIn the morning Adam was not there; they searched everywhere for him, but it wasn't until Alastor pointed to the picture that said in large letters that he was there.
Adam is an ordinary man with an ordinary job and his lovely family: Lucifer and his 3 sons Cain, Abel and Charlie.
One day, Angel, the son of one of the most prominent mafias in the city, arrives at his door. Adam helped him rise to the top by killing his father and brother.
Angel allowed him to leave because Adam had fallen in love with Lucifer.
Now Angel occupies it because her husband Husk was taken away by some Russian gang members.
Adam used to be the exorcist, a hitman, the best, but now he's retired, recently relieved of his pregnancy with Charlie and with a husband furious after learning about his past.
But the infant didn’t listen as she continued to sob.
To be honest the devil felt like crying himself. He had been up with her for hours now, well actually days technically.
Not having one second of sleep for himself or for his daughter since…..since…….since she left.
It was as if Charlie sensed her absence, knew that without her she was alone, even with her father close to her.
To be honest Lucifer felt pretty alone himself, having to do every single thing on his own with only a clone or two to rely on.
Honestly if he didn’t have such big trust issues he would be out looking for a nanny.
But even then he probably wouldn’t because while he wanted nothing more than to finally sleep he didn’t want to place his daughter in the care of a complete stranger.
It was true that the devil needed help, but what he needed wasn’t a nanny or a servant.
What was needed was the gentle care of a mother.
But unfortunately it wasn’t like mothers were falling from the sky-
……….
A glance towards the largest window in his room where Heaven’s light shined down on him and his daughter.
The gears in his head were twisting and whirring, he suddenly had an idea.
He just hoped that it would work.
—
Lucifer tapped his fingers along the surface of the table as he awaited the arrival of the angels.
They should be here any minute now.
He was right of course and smirked when out came Sera and Micheal followed by another angel he had longed to see.
Adam huffed and crossed his arms: What's this about?
When Lucifer had asked for an audience he had requested that Adam be there because it was important and in regard to the first man.
Sera: You said this was important.
Lucifer: Wow not even a "hello" back?
Michael: Get to your point, some people are busy.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes, he's had too little sleep to tolerate being talked to like what he doesn't do isn't important. A clone is with his baby girl right now and he's exhausted!
But at least Charlie finally fell asleep, tiring herself out the poor little thing was as exhausted as I am.
Lucifer: Fine. I know you're aware of my current living situation without Lilith.
Adam was, the fucking bitch apparently just had a kid and no more recovered from shitting her out left the newborn with Lucifer. He knows because Lilith wouldn't shut the fuck up about it.
Adam: What about it?
Lucifer took a deep breath, asking for help was very hard for him but he really fucking needed it.
Lucifer: She needs a mother or at the very least a mother figure in her life. And I want that to you.
Adam: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Oh FUCK that’s a good one!
Lucifer stared at him deeply irritated as he continued to holler.
Adam: FUCK!! Holy fuck! That is just….its hilarious it really is! You want me, the first man and father, to be a mother? Not only that but to your kid? Okay I know that this is a joke! A really good one! You got me man! You really had me for a moment!
Lucifer: …….Adam I’m not joking.
Adam: Pfft yeah okay, and I’m Gene Simmons.
Lucifer: I genuinely am serious.
Adam: And sinners can be redeemed to Heaven! What else is new?
Lucifer: Adam, listen to the words and tone that is coming out of my mouth. I. Want you. To be. Charlotte’s. Mother.
Adam: …….W, Wait hold up a minute, your…..you’re not shitting us?
Lucifer: Why would I ask you all here just to…shit with you?
Adam: ………I’m sorry just to make things clear you want me to help raise your kid? The one you had with Lilith. Aka not only not my kid, but my ex wife’s brat? No thanks.
Lucifer: Not even a consideration?
Adam: Nope!
Lucifer: I see, well then if there is nothing I can do to make you change your mind then that is that. Have a good day to you all, sorry for wasting your time, oh and do be prepared for a declaration of holy war in the morning.
Adam's eyes went wide: You can't fucking do that!!
Lucifer: Actually I can, as you're aware I have more power then you could possibly imagine and numbers that would make you lose count.
Adam: You're lying
Lucifer: Am I? I know I haven't been sleeping so maybe I'm a little crazy, but I'm not lying.
He might have been, but he would prove his point if they called his bluff.
Sera: And Adam being in Hell as the princess's "mother" is the only thing stopping you? You can't be serious.
Lucifer: Do you think I'm kidding? Because I will blast the fucking gates off right now to make it easier. I am not joking. Either he comes with me or Heaven gets war, I don't know how else to spell it out for you.
The look in his eyes made them all stand back as they flashed red with crazed fury.
Adam swallowed down the thick strand of saliva down his throat.
Adam: You……you’d do that…..to force me to be your daughter’s caretaker?
Lucifer: Not just a caretaker, but to be her mother. As well as…..something else.
Adam was too scared to ask what exactly that something else was.
Fortunately, or unfortunately as some might see it, Sera asked it for him.
Sera: And what is the other thing you wish to make the first man?
Lucifer: ……My wife.~
Adam took a step back, as if the mere idea had slapped him hard in the face.
Adam: What!? Wife!?
Lucifer: Or husband as the case may be, my daughter isn’t the only soul that needs to be taken cared of.
Adam: You cannot be serious!? Sera!
Sera: Morningstar does it have to be Adam specifically? There are plenty of souls that would be much more adequate and appealing to you I'm sure.
Usually Adam would take offense to that bit for once he kept his mouth shut.
Lucifer: Unfortunately I only want the first parent, and don’t think of this as a prison sentence but rather……a peace treaty!
Michael: Treaty?
Lucifer: Should Adam choose to become my bride then that would mean he’s the new queen, which would signify peace between our two realms.
He smiled at the archangel in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.
Lucifer: I can guarantee you that life as my bride is more comfortable than anything Heaven can offer. All you need to is play your role as devoted mother to Charlie and loving wife to me.~
Adam thought maybe Lucifer just needed a good night's fucking sleep and to think about this more clearly when he was well rested. Because obviously the stress of being a first time parent was getting to him.
There was no way he actually wanted him to be his wife. Husband. Whatever.
Adam: I doubt that. I would literally be in Hell.
Lucifer: But at the top! No one would dare cross you and they would fear you for their lives.~
Adam did like the sound of that......
Adam: And you SWEAR that no harm comes to Heaven or anyone in it.
Lucifer: I do.~
Sera turned to Adam: This is ultimately your choice Adam.
Of course. Because Lucifer knew what he would pick, he wasn't going to let innocent people in Heaven be hurt. He might not have any real worries down there other than fending off the devil and his dick.
Hear me out, Cow sinner Adam 👀 (I feel like I've seen this idea before but imma say it just in case)
Basically Adam is just living in the hotel like normal, however his tits start to lactate like crazy so he has to secretly milk himself. He realized he could sell his milk and so that's what he does and the hotel starts to notice all this new shit Adam keeps buying. So Lucifer gets suspicious and sneaks into Adams room and is very surprised to see 2 fridges, one was provided to the guests while the other is new.
Lucifer opens it to reveal breast milk in those baggys. Lucifer basically starts stealing some after realizing how good it tastes and Adam starts to notice some missing milk.
I’ve done a bull Adam before, I can totally picture a cow Adam.
@sir-tater-of-the-tot
Milk snake
They were truly top-tier tits. The best fucking pair Adam had ever seen or squeezed. Firm, large, and perky. He could spend all day fondling them, rubbing the nipples, holding them. Adam wanted to bury his face in them. Just go to fucking town on them. Their only problem was that they were his.
He dropped his tits and sighed, watching how well they bounced in the mirror.
It wasn’t fair. He finally found a pair of tits better than Eve’s, and they were his own.
Playing with them got him hard, but not because he found them attractive. Oh no, nothing as great as that. In fact, he didn’t find them sexually attractive at all. They were hot, he could appreciate how perfect they were, but seeing them didn’t get his dick hard. Nope. Nothing. Instead, playing with the sensitive breast and nipples did.
Adam had even cum a couple times from just fondling his tits. Groping them, squeezing them, rubbing and pinching the nipples. It was just supposed to be a little foreplay before getting to the good stuff, his dick, instead, he found himself unable to stop playing with them. He followed his needs, stimulating his breasts until he came.
He lay there in the afterglow, slowly coming to his senses that his hands never left the glorious pair of milkers he’d been gifted when he fell. That he lay there on his bed, legs spread, cum dripping, and his tits aching to be touched again, and never once laid a finger on his cock.
They had been so hard to hide as well. It wasn’t so bad when he had worn robes. He was rather shapeless in the robe. But then Angel started asking why he always wore a dress, and it seemed pants were in order.
So he started muzzling his sweater puppies down with tape and a few large hoodies.
It hurt. Like a shit ton. Eventually he stopped and ended up just buying a sports bra. It stopped him from jiggling, and no one seemed to notice his tits. Not even the princess of pep, who once noticed he changed his shampoo from honey and milk scented to almond and milk scented.
It could be that at his size they simply weren’t saying crap to his face about his sinner form. Maybe coming in near nine feet tall with sharp horns, big, thick hooves that easily crushed anything he stepped on, and generally being a bull in a China shop got most folks to back off.
At least the majority of his golden spots were hidden under his clothing. There was only the one over his left eye that showed. The one covering his back, wrapped around to his sides and thighs, shaped annoyingly much like his wings used to be, was always covered. Along with the random splotches on his legs and arms.
His breasts had been aching like crazy lately, though. Just soreness. Like he had a knot but in his tits.
He looked at them in the mirror again.
It just hurt. Right along the side of his tit. He pressed with his thumb against a hard node. Rubbing it towards the nipple, but that didn’t help as the breast moved too easily. He grabbed the breast by the underside to hold the tit and pressed again. It was definitely what hurt. Some sort of bump. He rubbed, pushing his thump towards his large areola, and watched as a thin stream of milk sprayed the mirror. The pearly, shimmering white milk beaded on his nipple, and he nearly cried.
His breasts ached so badly because they were full of milk.
Adam tried to ignore his breasts after that, but they hurt so fucking much.
They made it hard to sleep. The aching was constant and edging into pain.
He felt the instinct to relieve his heavy chest constantly.
The nodes were hard, and he eventually gave in. He did it in the shower so he wouldn’t have to clean crap up and could just pretend it never happened.
As he massaged his breasts and expressed his milk, Adam recalled vaguely that the little lumps were clogs. Eve got them sometimes when a baby was latching poorly or weaning from milk. They came from not expressing the milk out enough.
Adam remembered what happened to Eve when the clogs became a problem. Ignoring his breasts was going to give him an infection.
Expressing the milk felt so good. His heavy, aching tits felt relief for the first time in a couple weeks.
He stood there in the shower, hot water running down his back, steam in the air, and milked himself until nothing else would come.
Adam liked to claim he was a bull sinner, but the truth was he was a cow. One that had desperately needed to be milked.
For a few weeks, Adam showered about three times a day, expressing the milk from his breast by hand. He was starting to fucking hate the shower.
One day as he was procrastinating a shower, and looking up ways to express milk faster, when he got an ad for a breast pump and realized breast pumps fucking existed. He would be saved from multiple daily showers, and the hotel’s water bill would go back to normal.
He ordered some to be delivered discreetly and waited an agonizing three days for the free delivery. The only kind he could afford after splurging all his savings on the pump.
Following the instructions, he sterilized the components, sat properly, hooked himself up, and moaned in relief as his tits were sucked dry.
“Oh yeah. That’s the shit right there.”
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t ache.
As Adam watched the bottles that came with the machine fill up, he kind of felt guilty. In the shower, he didn’t see how much it was, but looking at it, there was a lot of milk being wasted.
‘Fuuuuck!’
He thought the W-word.
His old anxieties from Earth kicked in. The hard winters when they didn’t have enough, and he wonder how he would feed his wife and children. The warm summers filled with times of plenty when things went to waste because they didn’t know how to preserve things yet and it hurt to let things go to waste.
Adam hated waste.
He hated wasting food. Even in heaven, he made sure to finish off whatever he took.
He hated wasting time. There was always stuff to do.
He hated the wastes of sperm the sinners were, wasting their shot into heaven in order to harm others.
A fucking waste!
And now, here he was, wasting precious milk. But what could he do? He had no babies to feed it to. He checked on that situation as soon as he fell and realized what was going on up top. The fact that he was all male below the waist had given him a mixed bag reaction. Relief but also a sense of longing he hadn’t felt since being alive.
So he went to the only place weird enough for answers. The internet.
He found recipes and art, but he didn’t want to eat his own titty juice, and he wasn’t interested in making art. Adam liked music, but he never had the sit stillness for painting and drawing.
Giving up, he moved on to sinstagram. Half-heartedly thinking that maybe there were some ideas there.
Normally he just paid attention to the imps and succubi posting pictures of their tits when one of his favourite actresses came up. She wasn’t in her usual revealing outfit, and he almost kept scrolling when he caught the word breastmilk in her post.
He scrolled back up to the beginning, and the video started to play.
“Hey guys! I’m working with the Pentagram City Hospital as this month’s charity of the month. They’re looking for things like baby hats, blood donations, and even breast milk donations. And as per usual, I’ll be working with them to personally donate my time and money. For every donation of hats, blood, or milk, you’ll receive fifty dollars from me. And this is throughout the month.”
You can donate milk?
This stuff would probably go to waste today, but he could still go down and get signed up.
He cleaned himself up and the pump up, puttered around with one of the princess’ exercises before excusing himself and taking the city bus down to the hospital.
Possibly the worst part was the surprised look on the imp nurse’s face when he told why he was there.
“You’re a… a… well… a sinner though.”
So it actually wasn’t too bad. He expected more judgement, but he supposed this was hell.
They were far more surprised by a sinner producing breast milk than him being male. The nurse immediately clocked him as a cow instead of a bull, and he’d be offended, but she just shrugged, “I lived on a ranch.”
They asked him some questions and ran some tests, and he was good to go. Since he was full again, they pumped him and were amazed by the volume.
For the rest of the month, he kept the milk in his personal fridge and then took it down to be donated and to get pumped down there. Collecting fifty bucks every day.
It got annoying quick though. If he wasn’t getting paid, he wouldn’t do it at all; he bitched once to the nurse.
Adam didn’t really mean it. But likely he’d just freeze it or something and take it down every few days instead. Breast milk was only good for a couple days; after that, it needed to be frozen. He didn’t want to waste it, not when there were a bunch of hell-born babies that could use it. But once they were no longer paying him, he wouldn’t be down every fucking day.
Well, the nurse must have said something to someone, because next thing he knew they were offering him four hundred a week to keep coming. Adam was a golden cow to the neonatal ward.
With no babies to feed of his own, which gave his heart an envious twinge when he saw the little ones go by, the milk bank wasn’t just getting the leftovers of the few hellborns that were overproducing. And oh boy was he overproducing. He could definitely fully feed a set of year-old twins with his milk every few hours.
All the pumping had a downside. He had to up the pumping from just three times a day to six to relieve the ache and had to buy a fridge/freezer combo to keep it all in. On the days he donated the milk, he didn’t bother freezing it.
Other than the inconvenience of having to pump, it was a pretty sweet gig. Babies in the hospitals around hell got breast milk. He got four hundred bucks a week for something he could do while scrolling on his phone or watching TV.
He looked antisocial as fuck, always having to go up to his room to pump during the day.
And getting the breast milk out of the hotel undetected was a nightmare. Lucifer was always in the lobby with one of his projects, making ducks, doing crosswords to help stop him from just making ducks, or painting ducks on canvas because he was bad at crosswords but promised to stop making so many duck toys after they started spilling out of his own room, to asking where he was going.
But four hundred bucks was four hundred bucks.
He was enjoying having the extra cash on hand too.
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Angel was the first to notice, and Charlie was the first to suggest Lucifer talk to Adam.
He had no job but suddenly had money to burn, and everyone now wondered if he’d gotten mixed up in some criminal, even if not actually a crime in hell, activity.
Charlie kept gasping and listing some horrible mortal crime.
“Ah! What if he’d dealing drugs? Ah! What if he’s burying bodies at night?” She paced back and forth in his office. “Dad! What if he runs a gang?”
Lucifer had quite enough of her theories. He was trying to do one of the crosswords from the book Charlie had given him, and it was hard to concentrate with her freaking out over what was likely nothing.
It didn’t matter how much he assured her that Adam likely just picked up some part-time job; she still fretted.
Of course he was secretly worried that Adam had some sort of criminal job by accident. Adam wasn’t an innocent man by any means, but he’d been tucked safely away in heaven when people really started to sin. He could be getting tricked by someone.
So Lucifer agreed to check it out. Every third day Adam left with a large backpack and the least believable excuses in the realm.
“Going on a private picnic, my skinny white ass.” Lucifer muttered to himself.
Adam hadn’t left yet for the day, so whatever he was hiding was still in his room. Charlie was keeping everyone busy with an exercise, so he had about half an hour.
Shapeshifting into a snake, he easily slipped under the door. He slithered through the messy room. Flicking his tongue as he went to try and get a taste of some sort of drugs or gunpowder, unusual dirt, anything out of place.
All he got was milk. Lots and lots of milk.
He moved among the dirty clothing and discarded junk, past the mini fridge, the counter, the full-sized fridge, and the potted plant that had seen better days, making his way towards-
Wait.
Lucifer picked his head up and looked back. He twisted his head to the side in confusion. Residents only got one mini fridge, not a full-sized fridge. What could he need a second fridge for?
Transforming back to his regular form, he went back to the small kitchenette area. Each room had one. Just a place people can use to store little food items and prep snacks or such.
A mini fridge, a small sink, cupboards, a little electric range, and a microwave. Enough that someone doesn’t have to go down to the hotel kitchen to make some instant noodles or something.
The large fridge isn’t supposed to be there. Whatever’s going on is being stored in that fridge.
On one side were a couple dozen strangely flattened bags, frozen. On the other side were a few unfrozen bags standing up.
He pulled one out, and the bag had measurements on them. Lucifer opened it and sniffed. It smelled like milk.
Sticking his finger in, Lucifer gave it a taste. It was definitely milk. But it had a flavour he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was rather good.
The lock on the door suddenly clicked, and he could hear Charlie shout Adam's name suddenly.
Lucifer quickly closed the fridge and shifted back, but he still held the bag he had grabbed from the fridge. He slithered into a pile of laundry.
Waiting, nestled among Adam's dirty boxers and sweaty t-shirts, Lucifer tried not to flick his tongue absentmindedly lest he lick something he’d rather not or smell something he definitely didn’t want to.
He watched as Adam managed to get away from Charlie and shut the door.
Adam rubbed his chest and grimaced as he walked to the kitchenette. There was a lot of shuffling of metal pots, some water running, and Adam turned on the stove.
Pulling his sweater off, Adam tossed it on the dresser, and Lucifer stared at Adam’s chest.
If his little snake jaw could drop, it would. At first Lucifer thought Adam was wearing some sort of crop top, but when Adam pulled the garment off, Lucifer realized it was a bra, and that bra was hiding a lovely pair of breasts.
Lucifer could see the spots as golden as Adam’s wings from when he’d been an angel. How Adam’s fingers absentmindedly petted the patch that crossed his back and hips.
With the beasts freed from their cage, Adam seemed to breathe easier. He leaned against the counter as he scrolled through his phone until a timer went off and he started doing something Lucifer couldn’t see at the counter.
As Adam went to walk by, Lucifer ducked a little into the clothing and accidentally flicked his tongue.
‘Ugh.’ All he could smell was sweat and old milk. Not a pleasant combination. That was it; he was putting washing and drying machines in each room. Lucifer drank a bit of the milk in the bag to get rid of the taste and smell in his mouth of Adam’s dirty laundry.
God, it tasted really good. It reminded him of- something. Just right there on the tip of his forked tongue. Where did he get this?
He watched Adam sit down in his chair, turn on the TV, and hold some weird-looking devices to his breasts. As Adam turned them on and it made a sucking noise, Lucifer was even more confused.
The fuck was Adam doing? It was like those ads Lucifer would see on TV before he stopped watching television for penis pumps. Was that some kind of breast pump? Was he trying to make his tits even bigger?
Why? Unless he was showing them off for money, why would he want bigger breasts?
Oh god!
Was Adam a stripper? Is that why he has so much money now? Was he trying to earn more by making his breasts bigger? Did he like his job, or was he just desperate for money? Did he make a deal with someone? Were they forcing him to strip? Forcing him to make his breasts bigger?
It took close to a minute of Lucifer trying to wrap his mind around the whys and the thousands of questions and the brewing anger that someone was probably taking advantage of his normally so modestly dressing frie— guy who lives at the hotel, who actively avoids his body being seen. A guy whose tits were going to be featured in every one of Lucifer’s sex dreams from now on, which was its own set of issues in Lucifer’s brain. It took him that long to realize he could hear a spraying noise.
Looking back at Adam, the copious amount of milk in the fridge and freezer, and the strange bags, it started to make sense.
It was a breast pump, but not for what Lucifer had thought.
This answered the questions Lucifer had about the milk in the fridge but not what he was doing with it. And he still didn’t have an answer for why Adam could afford the things he was buying. Lucifer suspected both things were related; he just didn’t know how.
Lucifer waited half an hour or so until Adam was done and he got up.
Once Adam was in the kitchenette and had his back to Lucifer, he slithered out of the pile of dirty laundry. Moving quickly but trying to stay hidden as he slithered through the room, Lucifer made his way into Adam’s backpack.
There was a side pocket on the backpack, and Lucifer had to shrink down a little, but he was able to coil up inside of the pocket.
It took patience, but once Adam washed and put away his breast pump, then dressed again, he grabbed the backpack. Lucifer stayed very still to not draw attention to himself as Adam filled the bag up.
The backpack was slung onto Adam’s back, and Lucifer poked his head out just in time to see the now empty fridge being closed.
Adam sounded fidgety. Lucifer could hear him playing with the strap and pacing from foot to foot as they waited for the elevator to descend. They pass through the lobby quickly, and Lucifer pops his head out just enough for Charlie to see him before ducking back in.
Hopefully that will reassure Charlie that he had everything well in hand.
He didn’t; right now he didn’t even have hands. But he wasn’t worried either.
Lucifer was the devil. Whatever weird fucking shit Adam has gotten himself mixed up in, he could handle it.
They took the bus, and Lucifer moved carefully from the pocket up to Adam’s hood. It was a bit of a risky move, but Lucifer didn’t want to get left behind with the backpack if Adam set it down or gave it to someone.
He peeked out as they got to their stop, and Lucifer nearly twisted all the way around in confusion when he saw that they were at the hospital.
Adam spoke to the nurses like he knew them all personally; he even stopped to chat with a couple about some upcoming concerts he was saving up to go to.
“Tickets in the nosebleed section cost like two weeks worth of milk.” He lamented. “But it’ll be worth it. And I have a couple months to save up.”
"I know the feeling." The nurse sighed. "I went a few decades ago when they were last in Pentagram City. The ticket cost me an arm and a leg, both right for some reason, but it was so worth it."
"You'd think they'd come to the capital city more often." A different nurse said. "Shouldn't we get all the cool shit? The king lives here."
Adam scoffed, "As if he'd go to something as cool as a rock show. Guy's an old man with his ducks and crosswords. Totally lame."
Lucifer almost bit him.
"Besides, the band broke up for like twenty years. This is a reunion tour."
One of the nurses just snorted, “Old man or not, the king is still cute.”
Oh, he liked that one.
"Hey, Adam!"
Someone new had come up, and Lucifer desperately wished he could put a face to the voices. See what was going on a little. But if he poked his head out, he'd be caught.
"Hey, Helen. Good to see you."
"Weren't you just here the other day?" Helen teased.
Adam laughed, "What can I say? I love visiting with you ladies."
"Flirt." Helen laughed. "I'll take everything down to the milk bank and be right back with your check for the week."
"Thanks, Helen."
So Adam was selling his milk to the hospital. There was nothing illegal or criminal about that. Not even unethical. Honourable even. The bastard might just make it back to heaven doing this sort of thing.
Adam continued to chat with the nurses until Helen returned with his check and he left. The rest of the trip was fairly boring. The bank, he stopped to get some ice cream, which just made Lucifer think about breastmilk ice cream, and finally back to the hotel.
Lucifer dropped to the grass outside and waited for Adam to go inside before turning back. He immediately fell as he went to move forward because he'd been a snake for a couple hours and forgot for a moment that he had legs.
With the information he gathered, he put Charlie and everyone else's minds at ease but didn't tell them what he knew. Just that it was fine and safe, and obviously Adam didn't want them to know.
For the most part, people were content with that. Secrets around the hotel had a way of biting everyone in the ass. If Adam wasn't mixed up in some criminal type of activity and they wouldn't be going into battle again, then people were mostly happy to let sleeping hellhounds lie.
Lucifer couldn't let things lie, particularly not as he lay in bed at night, remembering Adam's breasts. He wished he hadn't left what was left of that baggie of milk in that pile of Adam's dirty clothing. That flavour was bothering him. It tasted familiar.
He lay there remembering it and it clicked. The milk tasted like how Eden smelled.
He wanted more.
Ignoring the craving he'd developed didn't help.
Just being around Adam was giving him urges he couldn't explain. Not to a sane person anyway.
Lucifer wanted to drain Adam dry in more ways than one.
He could smell the milk on Adam now. The hint of milk when he started to look uncomfortable, before he left to go up to his room for a bit.
Lucifer hadn't been paying attention before, but now he was.
After a couple weeks, he couldn't take it anymore and snuck back into Adam's room. He opened the fridge only to find it empty.
Adam had frozen every last drop.
So he waited. Lucifer didn't even leave Adam's room.
All night he watched Adam sleep and resisted the desire to slither between those tits.
It was apparently delivery day, as Adam didn't freeze the batch he pumped that morning.
As soon as Adam was gone, Lucifer stole a bag from the fridge. Promising himself it was just this one time.
-
Either he was going crazy or someone was stealing his milk.
Adam had just finished his fourth pump of the day, and each tit filled their own bag; even he could figure out that he should have eight bags of milk. But counting the ones in his hands that he just pumped, there were only seven bags.
Someone was definitely stealing his milk. Worse, they were stealing it from fucking babies. The preemies in the NICUs across hell were fed his fucking milk to help them grow.
He was going to fucking murder someone.
But first, Adam was buying a camera and setting it up in his room. Once he caught the bastard and tore them a new hole, Adam was going to be strictly freezing the milk and putting a lock on the fridge.
Of course it took a few more days, but Adam saw what he was looking for.
Lucifer.
The fucker was at least drinking it. If Lucifer had been dumping it or something, then Adam would have ripped him two new holes instead of the one Adam owed him.
Adam decided it would be best to catch Lucifer red-handed instead of just accusing him. So he waited.
It took until early afternoon a few days later for Lucifer to show up in Adam's room. As soon as Lucifer opened the fridge and started pulling out a bag, Adam burst in with a triumphant, "AH HA!"
Lucifer dropped the still closed bag and froze in shock. He fumbled over his words and Adam interrupted him.
"Cut the crap, asshole. I have you on camera. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Turning golden, Lucifer admitted to stealing the milk to drink.
“Fucking, why?”
“It- it tastes good.”
Adam could have strangled the man. “That’s not a fucking excuse to steal from babies! You know how many babies one of those bags can feed. Like fucking eight newborns!” Scooping up the dropped bag, he put it back in the fridge and slammed the door shut.
He boxed Lucifer in at the counter. The bastard king of hell barely came up to his elbows, so Adam had to lean down to loom over him properly.
Adam was livid. “You sick little bastard.” He jabbed Lucifer in the chest. “I know you’re a fucking sin and all but to steal from babies is a new low.”
“It-!”
“I don’t want any of your shit!”
“I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Oh is that so? You want milk so bad? Fine!” Adam tore off his hoodie and bra without so much as a second thought. He grabbed Lucifer and pulled him to his chest. “Drink up, if you want it so fuc-!”
Lucifer did just what Adam told him to do. He latched onto the breast and suckled.
Adam’s knees felt weak and started to buckle as pleasure ran through him. They crashed against the counter as Adam’s legs gave out on him. He went from enraged to horny like the flick of a switch, or the flick of Lucifer’s forked tongue over his nipple.
He rutted against Lucifer and whimpered. The urge to moo was insane. Adam could feel what little had replenished in his breast draining, and he could hear Lucifer swallowing.
Lucifer’s hands held onto Adam as they sank to the floor together.
They ended up with Adam on top, just keeping himself up by his forearms, while Lucifer switched breasts.
Adam let out a whimpering ‘moo’ as he came.
His whole body thrummed with every draw of milk from his breast.
Kneading the empty tit with one hand, Lucifer drank from the other to his satisfaction. Coming off with a pop, Lucifer continued to pay attention to Adam’s breasts. Groping them, pinching the nipples as the pearly white liquid beaded up slowly, and lapping up the milk until Adam couldn’t stand the attention anymore and rolled off of Lucifer onto his back.
The man tried to follow, but Adam pushed him off.
“Cut it out.” Adam groaned, holding the little milk snake back by the face. “Too much stimulation. I need a break.”
Lucifer’s long tongue licked around Adam’s wrist, and he let go of Lucifer’s face, wiping the saliva onto Lucifer’s jacket.
“If I tell you to stop drinking the donor milk, am I going to catch you in here again?”
Looking stricken, as though he was trying to tell Adam he wouldn’t be back but knew in his heart he would, Lucifer let out a little whine.
Adam sighed and got up onto his hooves. “You do not touch the milk in that fridge, got it?”
Lucifer muttered a half-hearted agreement.
“Good.” He held out a hand and helped Lucifer to his feet. “Then you can come back at midnight. My chest should be full again by then.”
He had to shield his eyes as Lucifer burst into excited flames.
The flamed died down and Lucifer’s eyes deadlocked onto Adam’s tits as a goofy grin spread across his face. Adam covered himself as he flushed and shoved Lucifer towards the door and out of it.
The rest of the day was a long one. Adam still did everything he normally did. Pumped, dropped off the milk, ate dinner, got ready for bed, pumped some more.
Adam wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this as he showered again to make sure he was clean for when Lucifer came over. It felt important even though it was his third shower of the day.
Restless, he’d turn on the television only to turn it off again. Adam scrolled on his phone only to keep jumping from app to app, too impatient to even wait for a load screen half the time. He tried reading and playing guitar, but nothing distracted him from the clock and the looming knowledge that he’d invited Lucifer over to practically come suck on his tits.
He tried to placate himself by telling himself that Lucifer coming over was for selfish reasons. That his breasts hurt in the mornings since he didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to pump. That he was just staying up later than normal and getting that extra pump in to keep Lucifer out of the stuff for donating.
Midnight hit, and Lucifer knocked as soon as the clock rolled over to the next day.
Adam barely let Lucifer in the door, and the devil was wrapped around him. Lucifer pressed his face against Adam’s abdomen and was lost under Adam’s tits.
He muffled a horny moaning moo and shut the door.
“Okay,” Adam peeled the gluttonous king off him. “Let me pump, and you can have it.”
Lucifer frowned before shooting Adam a coy smile. “Or, instead of getting the pump all dirty and it needing to be washed again, how about I just drink the milk from the source?” Lucifer’s hand reached up and kneaded Adam’s heavy breasts, full to burst with milk. His thumbs ran over Adam’s sore nipples, and Adam’s knees weakened as he bit back another mooing moan.
He remembered how good it had felt and how he came with little effort. It was very different from the pump. But Eve had said something similar when they were alive. That when she fed the babies, it was different than when Adam would stimulate her breasts and nipples during sex. The pump was clinical. Its purpose was to draw the milk from Adam’s breasts, and Adam didn’t find it anymore sexy than he found his own chest attractive. But Lucifer drinking from him was sexual and arousing.
That snake was pressing Adam back across the room, down into the armchair, and climbing into Adam’s lap.
Lucifer had barely touched his breasts, and Adam’s cock was hard. It was too difficult for Adam to tell Lucifer no, so he told him yes.
Adam had forgone the bra.
To avoid leaking too much milk he had avoided pressing on his breasts, they still leaked, just not as much. Not for the first time, he considered buying a few maternity bras.
Since buying the breast pump, the ads in his feed were full of things like that. But he’d been afraid a maternity bra, something made to absorb the milk that naturally leaked out during the day, especially when full of milk, would accentuate his tits instead of hiding them.
Pushing up Adam’s hoodie, Lucifer helped himself to Adam’s tits.
Lucifer rocked his own dick against Adam’s as he drank. Adam had tried just holding onto the armchair, but his hands found Lucifer’s hips and ground them together as a moo escaped his mouth.
As Lucifer finished draining him on one side, Lucifer kept fondling and sucking on the breast. Kissing it, lapping at the large nipple, and giving the tit small nips.
A hand went down the waistband of his sweatpants and gripped him firmly. Lucifer stroked Adam’s cock, lavished attention on the drained tit, and teased the full one with release as Lucifer squeezed it to encourage the breast to letdown.
Adam could only hold onto Lucifer and try not to be too loud as he came. He wasn’t sated. There was the other breast left, and Adam’s legs were spread as wide as the chair would allow. He needed Lucifer between them. In him. He desperately needed Lucifer to cum in him.
Lucifer pulled his hand away from Adam’s cock, and Adam stopped him. Not wanting to admit what he needed out loud, Adam guided the fingers dripping in cum further down between his legs.
The wet stroking and teasing was frustrating. Adam just wanted Lucifer to fuck him.
“Let’s go to the bed.” Lucifer suggested. “Then I can really spread these pretty legs of yours.”
Adam didn’t need anymore persuading and quickly found himself stripped and on all fours on the mattress as Lucifer teased him.
“Does the pretty cow need to be bred?” Lucifer thrusted his lube and cum-covered fingers in and out of Adam.
Adam whimpered. It was good, but he needed Lucifer’s cock inside him or he would go nuts. “Yes, oh god. I need it so bad.”
“What was that?” Lucifer slowed his fingers to rub against Adam’s prostate. “What does the pretty cow say?”
Adam moaned out a moo, and Lucifer praised him for his answer.
As a reward, Lucifer pulled his hand out and pushed the tip of his dick in.
“Come on, Adam. Does the pretty cow want more?”
“Moo.” Adam had to force himself to answer correctly instead of saying yes.
“Good girl.” Lucifer sank in another couple of inches, and Adam caught onto the game. He mooed, and Lucifer fucked him deeper.
Adam mooed again desperately. He’d seen Lucifer’s dick when they’d undressed and knew Lucifer had a ways to go. But the teasing bitch just pulled out and waited for Adam to beg again.
He mooed over and over as Lucifer teased him. Thrusting in a little deeper each time and pulling nearly all the way out. Slowly, so Adam could feel every inch of dick in his ass. Lucifer praised him, calling him a good girl and whispering how he was going to bred Adam so fucking good.
Adam was living for it. He was a good girl. He wanted Lucifer to bred him. He needed to be fucked by Lucifer so badly.
It was a shame that Lucifer wasn’t a bull. Adam bet that would feel amazing. Lucifer pushing down on him, Lucifer with ears like his, big horns, fucking Adam until he filled Adam with cum. Adam needed to be breed. He needed their little calves growing in his belly. Put the milk in his tits to work.
He must have spoke mindlessly as he heard Lucifer chuckle that deep laugh of his and go, “Oh, you want to be fucked by a bull, do you? Alright.”
Adam choked out an “OH GOD!” As he felt Lucifer’s dick widen and spread him more. Looking over his shoulder, it was just what he wanted.
Lucifer with cute little cow ears and bull horns. And apparently a cock to go with it.
A hand yanked a little on Adam’s little cowtail, and Adam mooed, “Bred me. Please!”
“Of course. So long as I get some of that milk too.”
“Yes. Just please! I need calves.”
“If that’s your desire.” Lucifer kissed Adam’s back, and a warmth spread through him. “Let’s get you pregnant, Adam.”
Oh god, it was really going to happen? Fear spiked through Adam as he realized he was going to get pregnant, then disappeared as he realized he was going to get pregnant!
He rocked on Lucifer cock and mooed. He wanted it so fucking badly. Adam felt like he would die if Lucifer didn’t fill him with cum and give him a baby.
Lucifer fucked him hard and fast. A hand on Adam’s back easily pushed him into the mattress, and Adam just had to brace as Lucifer screwed his brains out.
His mind was a melty mess that could only focus on two things: Lucifer’s wondrous cock and the pleasurable sensation of it setting off his nerve endings until he could taste electricity and his brain tingled, and that he was going to have a baby.
He couldn’t fucking wait.
Adam really couldn’t wait. “Cum in me already, you bastard!”
“You’re so impatient, Adam.” Lucifer wrapped a hand around Adam cock and stroked him as Lucifer fucked him. “Cum for me first, my pretty golden cow, and I’ll be able to get off too.”
It wasn’t hard for Adam to cum. His cock was already leaking as much as his still full tit; in only a few strokes, Adam was mooing into the mattress as his legs finally gave out. Only a few good fucks into him, and Lucifer moaned his own moo before slumping down onto Adam’s back.
Lucifer laughed as his breath came back to him. “Fuck. Really can’t help that moo, can you? I was kind of wondering if you were playing that up. But fuck. No. That just slipped out of my mouth.” He pulled out, and Adam moved out of the wet spot on the bed to lay on his back.
He ached so good. In all the most satisfying ways.
While almost. Adam’s one breast was still full and ached. Normally he was asleep by now, and it wouldn’t bother him. Adam groaned and started to get up when Lucifer snuggled up to him.
Adam figured he could probably wait a couple more minutes to pump and closed his eyes.
He’d been having a nice dream about being in a field of flowers with a cute little baby with his own little golden spots and flicky cow ears while an unusual sensation woke him up.
Opening an eye, he groaned at the brightness of the room. Adam had fallen asleep with the lights on. As he woke, he realized the sensation was his breast being drained.
His brain was still waking up, and it took him embarrassingly long to realize he hadn’t fallen asleep while pumping, but Lucifer has helped himself.
Pulling off, Lucifer licked Adam’s nipple before he nuzzled Adam’s breasts. “Did I wake you?”
“Hmm.” He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “How long was I asleep?”
“Not long. Fifteen minutes, maybe?” Lucifer rubbed his face on Adam’s tits again as though he wanted to get back to drinking the milk inside.
Adam ran his hand through Lucifer’s hair, then held the breast up. “You might as well finish, asshole.”
Lucifer licked the sensitive nipple and smirked, “Is that any way to speak to the father of your child?” He ran a hand down to Adam’s belly and rubbed the soft skin.
“Am I actually pregnant?”
“The spell is foolproof.”
“Oh good, so not even you can mess it up.” Adam teased.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and kneaded Adam’s breasts before taking the half-empty one in his mouth and continuing to drink.
Adam groaned. It felt good, but he was too tired to actually enjoy how horny it made him. At least he’d be able to sleep comfortably soon.
Pulling off again, Lucifer looked at him quizzically. “You think your tits will get even bigger with the baby?”
Adam groaned. He hadn’t thought about that. “If they do, I’ll never get rid of you.”
“Sorry, but I do believe we had a deal; you get calves and I get milk.” Lucifer licked Adam’s breast. “You’re definitely not getting rid of me.”
He just hmmed and petted Lucifer's soft little ear. “Perhaps you should have gotten that in writing. Because I don’t recall any such deal.”
Lucifer opened his mouth and shut it again. He knitted his brows together and looked fit to be tied. Because Adam was right, verbal deals were worth the paper they were written on.
“Being pregnant, I don’t have use for a bull anymore.” Adam continued to stroke Lucifer’s ear. “You’re pretty cute like this, though. I suppose I’ll keep you around.”
He perked back up at that.
Adam tugged Lucifer’s face up to his, and Lucifer leaned in and kissed him. It was everything their sex wasn’t. Soft and short.
Yeah. He’d keep Lucifer around.
-
They were still top-tier tits. Firm, even larger, but it was hard to tell if they were still perky as they sat on his large pregnant belly. Lucifer seemed to like them. He spent all day fondling them, rubbing the nipples, holding them. He would bury his face in them. Just went to fucking town on them whenever he could.
Adam put a hand on his stomach and felt a kick. He watched the skin across his tight stomach move as the baby rolled. It wouldn’t be long now. The baby had dropped the other day, and Adam could breathe easier again as his son was no longer taking up residence against his lower lungs.
The downside was that it made his waddling worse as the baby settled into his pelvis. The bed seemed so far away now that he couldn’t move very fast.
Sinking down onto the bed felt good. Getting off his feet after a long day and settling into bed was heaven. Adam rolled over onto his left side, towards the empty side of the bed.
Something coiled around his ankle under the covers. Winding its way up his leg. Squeezing itself between his thighs and into Adam’s boxers. Up the waistband and across his firm belly and nestled its head between his tits.
Giving Lucifer’s snakehead a pet first, he shooed the devil out of his maternity bra and to his side of the bed.
Lucifer turned back into himself with a couple bullish changes and reattached himself to Adam. “How about a roll in the hay, my pretty cow?” He fondled Adam’s breasts through the absorbant bra.
“Roll in it by yourself. I’m tired and sore.” And cranky.
He’s spent all day doing last-minute baby stuff and had to be up early for an appointment in the morning with the OB.
Adam felt guilty about it, but he was a bit glad his milk had slowly gone dry over the first months of his pregnancy. He didn’t need to pump anymore, so that was one thing off his plate. The little bit of colostrum he leaked now wasn’t anything worth trying to pump.
Lucifer scooted up to kiss him on the cheek as Adam yawned. “Okay. I’m going to stay up a bit and wind down with a crossword then, if you don’t mind.”
“No, go ahead.” The light never bothers him. It was barely after nine anyway. Adam was just too wiped to stay up any longer.
Besides, it was nice drifting off to the sounds of Lucifer’s pencil scratching on paper and muttering to himself.
He pulled the covers up to his face and closed his eyes while Lucifer got out his crossword book and pencil.
“A nine-letter word for a serpent thought to have drunk milk?” Lucifer grumbled, annoyed. “How the fuck am I supposed to know that? Humans keep changing the names of animals.”
Adam chuckled to himself and snuggled down under the covers a little more. Of course the little milk snake wouldn’t recognize himself. It was a good thing Lucifer was cute, cause fuck, he sucked at figuring shit out. At least he was going to give Adam cute little calves.
