-warning for Adam and Lucifer Smut and Impreg-
—a commission I bought from @libby-for-life! Art from @sir-tater-of-the-tot!
The first thing Adam felt was the heat. He wasn't awake to process it, but his skin was still affected by it. The hot air whipped at his hair and face, mind too clouded to realize he was falling. Claws gripped him hard as he felt the heat increase the further they fell. His veins felt like they were dipped in lava, his forehead aching like it was being split in two. Adam couldn't even cry out as they hit the unfamiliar terrain with enough force to crack the ground.
Those clawed hands dug deep into his side, a piercing pain that jolted Adam from his disoriented fall. He blinked slowly, his mind struggling to piece together the fragmented memories of Lucifer’s abduction. What had transpired in those chaotic moments? His surroundings swirled in a haze, the air thick with humidity, clinging to his skin like a suffocating shroud. Something slivered out of the corner of his eye and in a panic he looked up.
Adam let out a panicked scream as he was confronted by the unmistakable eyes of Lucifer, piercing him with an intensity that sent chills down his spine. The smile that followed was both unnerving and captivating, revealing a set of sharp, glistening teeth that seemed to gleam in the dim light. "Adam...you're awake," Lucifer purred, his voice a low, melodic tone that dripped with both faux sweetness and menace. He was oozing sexual desire.
Adam, heart racing and his breath coming in jagged gasps, found himself frozen on the ground. Each ragged inhalation intensified the fear coursing through him as he took in Lucifer's transformed visage. The figure before him was more formidable than he remembered—his horns had grown exponentially, twisting upward in a dark, imposing crown that emphasized both his power and his malevolence. Deep crimson eyes glowed like coals, full of anger and malevolence yet carried a soft look, locking onto Adam with a predatory intensity.
He had large fangs that reminded Adam of a snake, the largest dragon wings he'd ever seen, and pale red scales dotting his white skin.
A sharp tail, sinuous and agile, writhed behind Lucifer as if it were an extension of his will, driven by a restless energy that mirrored the tension in the strange place he woke up in. Adam's body felt heavy and uncooperative as if the weight of his own fear and the surreal reality before him had rendered him helpless. It was a terrifying moment, suspended in time, where Adam could only watch as the embodiment of darkness loomed ever closer.
"I'm relieved to see that you're finally awake," Lucifer whispered, his voice low and edged with an intensity that sent shivers down Adam's spine. He leaned closer, a predatory glint in his eyes, as a clawed hand reached out to grasp Adam's face. The tips of the claws grazed his skin, sharp enough to threaten but not quite breaking through the surface; there was an undeniable tension in the air as Lucifer held back as if wrestling with some inner turmoil.
Adam's heart raced, a mixture of fear and confusion swirling within him. ‘This was all wrong!’ his brain struggled to come to terms with reality. His Eden, his triumph- But shroud of the last of Lucifer’s blues burned the last his denial like wisps in Hell’s forever red skies. They both had Fallen. He could hardly form words as he whimpered, the sound escaping his lips before he could check himself. Lucifer's expression twisted in a disquieting blend of possessiveness and rage. "You were going to leave me? Abandon me?" he hissed, his breath hot against Adam’s cheek. "Who gave you the right, Adam?"
As the demon drew even nearer, his eyes darkened to a deeper shade of crimson, a vivid reflection of his simmering anger that intensified with every word. Adam could only shake his head, paralyzed by fear and desperation, aware that the fragile line between affection and violence was ready to snap in an instant.
"You have no idea how much I want to hurt you for doing that," Lucifer growled before sighing. He smiled at Adam as if he didn't just threaten him. "But no matter...now we're together. Like it was meant to be." He said it with such a firm voice that Adam knew he would never be able to argue with the demon. The clawed hand holding his face harshly let go, gently brushing the skin. "And my...you've certainly changed...I like the look."
Adam's eyebrows furrowed but he didn't get to speculate those words as Lucifer grinned down at him. "It seems the Fall burned your clothes. Lucky me~." Adam tried to stop Lucifer but a swift bite to his neck made him cry out in pain. "No. You're not going to take what's mine, Adam." Adam could only whimper as the strong clawed hand wrapped around his dick, massaging it roughly. Adam cried out, not having the energy to even muffle the noise he was making.
"How dare you try to leave? And for that harlot?" Lucifer growled between peppering his face with kisses, his lips feeling like coal on his already hot skin. "That woman doesn't know the first thing about you, Adam. Not like I do." A sharp bite on the cheek made Adam cry out. "She doesn't understand what you need. What we need. Someone like her doesn't deserve you."
"And you do?" Adam managed to get out. Lucifer's eyes darkened as he snarled. "Yes. I do deserve you. How can you even ask me that?!" He pinned Adam down, not caring that he was agitating Adam's injuries. "I gave you my first time, Adam! I don't want anyone else to have you and I don't want anyone else either!"
Adam struggled to get out of the vicious hold but this only seemed to make Lucifer angrier. He let another growl, smoke leaving his mouth as he said, "Enough talk. Perhaps I just need to prove it to you." That's when Adam noticed the appendages hanging from Lucifer's crotch. His eyes widened at just how big and girthy it was, far too heavy to do anything other than hang low. To make matters more horrifying, there were two. Lucifer had two dicks and a dripping pussy to match.
Lucifer smirked down at him, hot saliva dripping out of his maw as his sharp teeth started to grow. Adam wasn't prepared for what happened next. He was flipped onto his stomach, the wings he didn't even realize he had flapping wildly at the sharp turn of his body, and he felt a wet thick tongue slip inside him.
It was then Adam realized he also had a pussy.
Adam cried out at the intrusion, not prepared for such a thing but let out an involuntary moan as the tongue brushed a particular bundle of nerves. He tried to force himself not to rock into that tongue but judging from the deep and mean chuckle leaving Lucifer, Adam was failing miserably.
"See? That woman you tried leaving me for could never do this." Lucifer said before biting the large globes of flesh in front of him. Adam moaned harder, tears spilling over at how rough Lucifer was being. He loved what he was feeling, even if a part of him still wanted to run as fast as he could. To get as far away from the twisted version of his former friend.
Lucifer, as if reading his thoughts, bit his thighs in retaliation. "You're mine! You can run Adam. You can try. You might even manage to escape for a little while. But I will never stop hunting you because of this. You. Are. MINE!"
The demon plunged one of his dicks into him and Adam yelled, screaming at the stretch but moaning all the same. Lucifer took him rough and fast, not giving him any time to adjust before adding in the second cock. "Lucifer!" Adam slurred out, a sizable bump appearing in his stomach as the demon fucking him bruised his cervix.
"Don't try to deny it!" Lucifer growled as he noticed the pain-filled pleasure in Adam's eyes. "I can feel your desires! You want this! But you're afraid to allow yourself to want it." Lucifer's claws pierced his hips as the demon continued to fuck him.
"You're mine Adam! Say it!"
"I'm yours!" Adam cried as Lucifer came into him. The First Human could feel the dicks blow its load inside him, coating his womb in fertile seed. Lucifer finished off with one more bite to his throat before slipping out of him. He shoved the semen back in, determined to tie Adam to him in the most intimate way possible. Adam moaned, his oversensitive pussy quivering as those fingers entered him.
Adam sighed when they left him. Despite feeling satisfied, Adam was tired and could feel his muscles burn at the thought of moving at all. He half expected Lucifer to shove the same forbidden fruit between his lips. To desert him in their shared fluids as he once done.
But Lucifer wasn't done with him. Adam groaned as he was rolled onto his back and Lucifer's grinning face came into view. "It's my turn now, Adam." His turn? Adam moaned, tears picking his eyes Lucifer began to rub his dick back to full mast.
"My turn...to think that I could have lost this. That you would have taken it away..." Lucifer growled before showing Adam his dripping honeypot. Adam's was bigger and more fatter while Lucifer seemed leaner like the rest of him.
He smiled as he gently lowered himself onto Adam, still pinning the First Man to the ground in case he got any ideas of leaving. Lucifer threw his head back, eyes burning red as he felt Adam enter him. "Yes! I missed this!" Lucifer's wings flared around them as he bounced on Adam's cock. Adam grunted at the feeling of a tight pussy around him. It had been so long since he felt like this.
Lucifer was stirring up old emotions within Adam, feelings he had long buried and convinced himself didn’t exist anymore. He had believed he could escape the weight of those emotions in the Garden, naively thinking he could embrace his time with Lucifer without any deeper attachments or complications. Yet, that illusion was quickly shattering. Beneath the surface of his fear, a fragile seed of hope began to take root, quietly blossoming in the depths of his heart. A gentle, persistent voice echoed in his mind, coaxing him to consider the possibility, "Maybe this time it would be different." It was a whisper that ignited a flicker of optimism, challenging the walls he had built around himself for so long.
Adam shoved it back down.
Lucifer continued to fuck himself on Adam, and the First Man was meeting him halfway now until he came inside Lucifer. The demon came around his cock and they both breathed heavily, staring at each other as they climbed down from their high.
Adam didn't know what to do, but he supposed his body did it for him. He passed out.
Adam stirred from a restless sleep, the darkness of the night wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. He took a slow, deliberate breath, focusing on keeping his breathing steady and calm. In his mind, he had meticulously crafted a plan, rehearsing every detail with a determination that bordered on desperation. Tonight was the night he would make his escape.
The opulence of the palace, a grand structure that Lucifer had designed to dazzle and delight, felt suffocating to Adam. Each exquisite ornament and shimmering surface served as a painful reminder of his confinement. It had been six long months since he had been thrust into this realm of torment, and during that time, he had attempted to break free on three separate occasions, each endeavor thwarted by Lucifer’s fierce protectiveness and unyielding fury.
Every time Adam tried to leave, Lucifer's wrath descended upon him like a storm, leaving him feeling more trapped than ever. The combination of anger and possessiveness in Lucifer's eyes shattered any hope Adam had for a future outside the palace walls. Adam could feel the weight of despair creeping into his heart, and it was becoming an unbearable burden.
This immense pressure was taking a toll not just on him, but also on the precious life growing inside him. Adam placed a hand on his abdomen, anguish flooding through him as he thought about the risk he was taking. How could Lucifer be so blind to the damage he was causing? The constant turmoil and fear were toxic, and he knew, deep down, that such relentless stress couldn’t possibly be good for his baby. A sense of urgency pulsed through him; he had to find a way to escape this gilded cage before it was too late.
Adam stared at the sleeping form of the demon sprawled beside him, his heart a mix of frustration and bewilderment. Lucifer, the King of Hell, whose very presence commanded fear and respect from countless souls to come. Yet here he was, seemingly at peace, yet undeniably pregnant as well, a state that only added to Adam’s tumultuous emotions.
Every hour that ticked by felt like a prison sentence. Adam was acutely aware of every moment spent in the lavish confines of the demon's expansive palace, with its opulent furnishings and dark, oppressive beauty. The silence of the room only intensified his irritation. It was maddening to be locked away in this hellish world, forced to play house with a being who was used to having his way with everything and everyone, and who had no concept of the word "no."
Despite the bond that was forming through their impending parenthood, Adam couldn't shake the feeling of being held captive. It was a twisted kind of irony; the man who was to become a parent alongside him was also the very force that kept him from his freedom. Adam’s resolve hardened as he looked at Lucifer, snoring softly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in Adam’s heart.
Tonight would be different. Tonight, he would make his move. He had a plan, and he was determined to execute it. He would break free from this gilded cage, redefine his destiny, and reclaim his life. No longer would he allow himself to be a reluctant participant in Lucifer’s game.
That night, under the shroud of darkness, Adam had subtly laced Lucifer's drink with a carefully concocted mixture of plants during their dinner. It wasn't anything harmful, not to the powerful demon nor to the life still nestled within him, but rather an expertly mixed elixir designed to lull a creature like Lucifer into a deep, undisturbed slumber. As the hour grew late and the flickering candlelight danced across the room, Adam could see the signs of the concoction taking effect; Lucifer's eyes, usually so full of mischief and fire, began to droop heavily and Adam had suggested they go to bed.
With soft, deliberate movements, Adam slipped out of bed, his heart racing at the thought of what he was about to do. He took care not to disturb Lucifer, who now lay sprawled peacefully, the calm surface of his face a stark contrast to the turbulent waves of anxiety stirring within Adam. He reached for the hastily hidden sack he had prepared—a sturdy leather satchel he had made filled with the essentials for his escape. Inside were the few possessions he could not leave behind: a worn cloak and some provisions.
As he gathered his belongings, Adam cast a lingering glance at the sleeping figure beside him. The drink was doing its job well, weaving a cocoon of tranquility around Lucifer, allowing Adam just enough time to slip away undetected. Quietly, he gathered the last of his things, every rustle of fabric echoing in the stillness of the room, before finally stepping softly toward the door. Adam took a deep breath, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders, but he knew he had to seize this fleeting moment of freedom.
Adam should have known that escaping from the palace would not be a simple task. A sense of urgency weighed heavily on him as he navigated the opulent halls, each step feeling more precarious than the last. The echoes of his footsteps reverberated through the corridors, suddenly interrupted by a low, menacing growl that rolled through the air like thunder. Adam's heart raced, panic surging through him as he realized that Lucifer was already awake, and the window of opportunity for his escape was narrowing rapidly.
Despite the considerable burden of six months of pregnancy, a fierce instinct propelled Adam forward. He sprinted down the lavishly adorned corridor, its walls lined with intricate tapestries and gilded mirrors that reflected both his fear and determination. Just as he thought he might make it, a voice pierced the tense silence, filled with emotion. “ADAM!”
He flinched at the sound, spinning around to see Lucifer standing at the far end of the hall. The sight sent a jolt of mixed emotions through him. Lucifer's breath came in ragged gasps, his presence imposing and intense. His eyes—deep pools of swirling anger, fear, and pain—locked onto Adam, creating an electric tension in the air. Adam stood frozen for a moment, torn between the instinct to flee and the pull of the demon he had once known.
Lucifer stepped forward, the weight of his own pregnancy evident in the way he moved, each step slow and deliberate as he approached Adam. The tension hung in the air, thick with anticipation, but Adam felt an unsettling certainty settle in his chest—he had failed in his attempt to escape. He braced himself for the familiar sounds of rage that usually accompanied their encounters: the guttural growls and the fierce, possessive tones that marked Lucifer’s wrath.
To Adam’s shock, however, the scene before him unfolded in a way he had never anticipated. In an unexpected outburst, Lucifer fell to his knees, his large, crimson eyes brimming with tears that shimmered in the dim light around them. His hands clutched desperately at his swollen stomach, as if trying to hold onto something precious yet intangible.
“Why? Why won't you love me?!” he wailed, his voice cracking under the weight of his despair. Each word resonated with a vulnerability that disarmed Adam, leaving him speechless. His heart raced as he took in the sight of this powerful demon, usually so commanding, now reduced to a figure of anguish.
“Haven't I shown you how much I love you?!” Lucifer’s voice carried desperation, echoing through the silence that followed his outburst. Adam’s mind raced, grappling with the depth of his own shock and the turmoil he felt as he looked down at Lucifer. Love had always been a complicated weave between them, but seeing this raw display of emotion turned everything he thought he knew upside down.
"Please... don’t abandon me..." Lucifer pleaded, his voice trembling as he knelt on the ground, desperately crawling toward Adam. Each move was laborious; the weight of his pregnant belly made it difficult, but he pushed through the discomfort, his heart heavy with longing. Finally, he reached Adam’s feet, resting his forehead against the cool ground in a show of vulnerability.
Adam gazed down at the demon, his own feelings swirling in a tumultuous storm. He felt confusion, sorrow, and an undeniable pull toward Lucifer. The sight before him was heartbreaking: Lucifer, usually so proud and formidable, was reduced to this state of desperation, tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to sob.
"I’m so sorry for keeping you here..." Lucifer continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "But please... I just didn’t want to be alone! I—I love you! You opened my eyes to wonders I never thought were possible in Eden, and yet, time and again, you keep leaving me!" There was a raw honesty in his words, an aching plea that echoed in the silence around them, a testament to the bond they shared, and the fear of losing it all.
A chilling realization swept over Adam as he stood frozen, confronted with the intense emotions radiating from Lucifer. The sight before him stirred something deep within—a haunting echo of his own past in the lush, vibrant expanse of Eden. In that paradise, he had felt an agonizing desperation as he pleaded with Lucifer not to forsake him for Lilith. Now, in this moment, it was as if he was witnessing Lucifer transformed before his very eyes; the mighty being reduced to a quaking shadow of his former self, tears streaming down his face.
Lucifer clung to Adam's legs, his grip fierce and unyielding, a desperate man seeking comfort from him. The vulnerability displayed in that moment struck Adam to his core. He could recall the searing loneliness that had once plagued him, a profound ache that now mirrored Lucifer's own torment. The demon's cries echoed in the silence, a haunting melody of despair that resonated with Adam's understanding of loss and yearning.
Never before had Adam experienced such profound sorrow during his time in Eden, a place where joy usually reigned supreme. But now, witnessing Lucifer in this way, as fragile as freshly fallen leaves trembling in the wind, illuminated a shared pain he never thought he’d recognize in another. The realization filled him with a sense of empathy and understanding, bridging the vast chasm that had once separated them. In that moment, both their hearts bore the weight of their respective histories—bound together by the poignant thread of longing and heartache.
"Oh...oh, Lucifer... it seems we're quite the pair, don't you think?" Adam murmured softly, sinking down to meet Lucifer's gaze at eye level. The demon looked up, his usually fiery eyes now shimmering with vulnerability and regret, his cheeks stained from the tears he had shed moments earlier. Adam was careful to keep their delicate, rounded bellies apart as he pulled Lucifer gently into his embrace, wrapping his arms around him with a tenderness that spoke volumes.
Lucifer gasped in surprise at the sudden warmth of the hug, his breath hitching as he felt the weight of Adam's affection. "Please... please, Adam... don’t leave me," he pleaded, his voice trembling, the sincerity lacing his words evident in every syllable. "I know I messed up. I was wrong to... to act the way I did. To leave you first." The admission hung between them, heavy with the pain of their shared history. As more tears slipped silently from Adam's eyes, he held Lucifer closer, the bond between them pulsing with unspoken understanding and the hope of forgiveness.
In that pivotal moment, a profound revelation washed over Adam like a tidal wave. He understood that he had unwittingly replaced the role of Lucifer’s partner, usurping Lilith’s place by his side in a cosmic dance of power and influence. The weight of this realization sank deep into his core: it was he who had taken the fateful plunge into the abyss, not Lilith, who had long been cast aside.
As he stood there, locked in the dark intensity of Lucifer’s sad gaze, Adam felt a surge of something mixed with an unsettling twinge of happiness. He was the one destined to share in the dominion of chaos and rebellion—a stark contrast to Adam’s silent suffering, his bitterness festering from the betrayal of being left behind. The shadows of their new reality loomed large, yet Adam could not shake the exhilaration of his newfound place.
In this altered timeline, he was no longer a mere pawn; he would become a ruler alongside Lucifer. Together, they could forge a new legacy, one that eclipsed the painful memories of abandonment. He reveled in the knowledge that it was he, not Lilith, who strode beside the Morning Star.
Adam remained silent, his expression a mixture of concern and tenderness, as he carefully gathered Lucifer into his arms. The demon, his body feeling heavy with exhaustion, allowed himself to be cradled, the turmoil of emotions swirling within him like a tempest. Adam's heartbeat echoed softly in his ears, a steady reminder of the warmth and safety found in this moment of closeness.
As they reached their shared bedroom, the familiar scent of soft linen and the dim glow of Hell's light wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. Adam gently laid Lucifer onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling his tired frame. With a deliberate and soothing motion, Adam tucked the sheets around them, ensuring that Lucifer felt secure and protected in their sanctuary.
Looking down at Lucifer, who was struggling to contain the tears welling in his vibrant eyes, Adam's voice broke the silence, gentle yet laced with vulnerability. "I know you love me," he began, his gaze steady and sincere. "But at this moment, I can't say the same." The admission hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet truth that elicited a faint tremor in Lucifer’s chin as the weight of his heartbreak threatened to spill over.
Lucifer’s heart ached, and fresh tears brimmed in his eyes, shimmering like the last rays of sunlight filtering through the window. Yet, before despair could take hold, Adam's hand came up, gently shushing him as if to calm the storm within.
"But," Adam continued, his tone shifting to a hopeful whisper, "I could learn to love you if we do this the right way... okay?" His words wrapped around them, laced with unspoken promise, inviting Lucifer to believe in the possibility of a future forged through understanding and patience.
"Thank you, Adam..." Lucifer whispered, his voice barely rising above the soft rustle of the sheets. As Adam tenderly wiped the tears from Lucifer's cheeks with his thumb, a wave of comfort enveloped them both. Their spirits, worn from the night they had faced, found solace in this quiet moment.
The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as the light of Hell surrounded them. They were curled together on the bed, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Adam's heartbeat drummed steadily against Lucifer's side, a soothing rhythm that lulled him into a peaceful state.
Lucifer’s lips curled into a gentle smile in his sleep, the weight of worry lifting from his shoulders. For the first time in months, he felt a flicker of hope that Adam was truly there to stay, that he wouldn't vanish into the pits of Hell.
Adam, too, succumbed to a deep slumber, his brow unfurrowing and the tension in his shoulders easing as he breathed in the familiar scent of Lucifer’s hair. In that intimate embrace, the world outside ceased to exist, and both men drifted off into a serene night, cocooned in each other’s warmth.
-Chapter 2
-warning for Adams x Lucifer smut-
-commissioned art by @sir-tater-of-the-tot and story by @libby-for-life! A gift for myself.
I wanted to post this so badly. So I’ll post the finished colored page of Tater’s work afterwards. Living in America, I will be very busy in the next two days with Thanksgiving.
then I have some of my smaller pictures up for it.
