Rating: M | Warnings: Adam is Adam, Sinner Adam, and Adam has Tits and a Vagina
Insecurity slithered and twisted in Lute’s gut like a snake, suffocating the tender happiness that embraced on her heart as she followed Adam into V tower. He had changed so much. He had once been the most handsome angel. Now, he was a mockery of his former self, with bat-like wings, ram horns, unruly fur all over his body, and tits.
The tits were the easiest change to overlook—Lute had always appreciated a good rack. However, everything else reeked of sinner. Her existence had been dedicated to eradicating sinners. She had taken pride and joy in their demise.
It was difficult to reconcile that Adam was one of them now.
She would, though, because Adam was Adam, no matter how his body changed.
She loved that arrogant asshole. Loved him and trusted him, which was why, even as her skin and nerves pricked with apprehension, she followed him through the lobby of V Tower. She garnered stares from everyone they passed, but they quickly looked away when they spotted Adam.
Lute couldn’t help but smile at that. Even as a sinner, no one fucked with Adam.
“Just let me do the talking, babe.” Adam jabbed his finger into the elevator button. “I’ll get you the best room here, even if I have to choke on Voxtrot’s blue dick.”
Lute choked on air. “S-sir!”
“Don’t get your titties in a twist.” Adam rolled his eyes. “Not like it’s the first dick I’ve sucked.” Adam puffed up his chest and hooked his thumb at himself. “I’m the dick master for a reason! Even Lucifer admitted that I gave better head than him.”
Lute winced. Centuries ago, Adam had bet Lucifer that he could suck dick better than him. Lucifer had agreed to the competition. Hours of dick sucking later—because they had to try different positions and techniques—Lucifer had declared Adam the winner. Ever since then, Adam liked to bring up his victory whenever someone questioned his skills.
Lute didn’t have the heart to tell him that Lucifer had been the real winner that day. She just hoped there wouldn’t come a day when Lucifer challenge Adam to a rematch. She didn’t know if she could keep silent if Adam fell for Lucifer’s trick a second time.
The elevator arrived. Adam and Lute shuffled inside. Adam whistled a cheerful tune as he tapped his foot to the beat.
“You don’t have to suck his dick, you know,” Lute said.
Adam’s grin was all teeth. “Oh no. I’m definitely sucking down that blueberry’s juices. You should join us. Guy’s got two dicks.” Adam winked.
Lute grimaced.
“Oh!” Adam reached down and touched his crotch. “I got a vagina now too! We can totally ride him together! If we face each other, we might even get our titties to rub together! It will be awesome!”
Heat curled low in Lute’s belly. She mentally chastised herself for being turned on at the thought of rubbing titties with Adam while riding some guy, but she’d always had a weak spot for Adam and tits.
“I’ll think about it,” Lute answered in a clipped tone.
Adam punched his fist in the air just as the elevator doors opened to a large office where a TV-headed sinner was hunched over a desk and typing on his computer. “Fuck yeah! We’re gonna get double dicked down while playing with our titties!”
The TV demon’s head shot up at Adam’s declaration.
The TV sinner opened his mouth to speak, but Adam’s stride was huge; he covered the distance between the elevator and the desk in an instant. He slammed his palm onto the desk, shaking the lamp and pens on it. “Whip out your cocks, Vox. My best friend is moving in, and we’re going to give her the best fucking house greeting ever.”
