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Lute leaned down, letting her wet hair fall into her eyes. She pulled her towel off the rack, the fluffiest, whitest, most absorbing towel she’d ever felt. Only the best for Adam’s general. Although she thought the golden embroidered L was a bit overkill. She dried her hair and wrapped her body in the fluffy bathrobe that perfectly matched the towel. The mirror had fogged up, but she didn’t bother to wipe it off and look at herself. She always looked the same. One of the details not everyone knew about being an exorcist, their bodies never changed. Human souls in heaven and other heavenborns didn’t age, but did grow hair and fingernails, exorcists were the exception. It was a blessing and a curse, she thought. Having to cut her hair all the time would be aggravating, but sometimes she saw humans with different wild haircuts and wished she could experiment with her appearance like that. Not that she could with the strict exorcist dress code, but it didn’t hurt to wonder.
She left the bathroom in a hurry, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air that hit her. She smiled. There was no dirt in heaven, and she never accumulated sweat as long as she was there, but she still loved the feeling of a refreshing shower. The best part was the cold air of her apartment tingling her warm skin.
There was a fresh uniform set out on her bed, next to her phone and mask. She rarely wore her mask out when she wasn’t working, but she always kept it on her, just in case. The most use it got was when she threw it on to mimic Adam, which never failed to crack him up after a few drinks.
As she pulled on the elastic leggings of her uniform, she saw her phone screen light up on the bed. Leaning over to read it, she saw Adam’s name and profile picture (one he took himself and sent to her to make sure it captured him perfectly) show up saying she had 3 unread messages. She rolled her eyes, despite no one being there to see it. Another message pinged up. She grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head, not bothering to pick up the phone. What could he want at this hour? It was still early, and he usually wasn’t awake for a while after her. She tightened her belt and put on her gloves and boots before finally unlocking her phone to read the messages.
Adam
Meet me in the presentation room
That room with the projection thingy
Hey
Are you fucking ignoring me?
Lute scoffed and typed out a quick reply.
Lute
Be there soon.
She had been planning on reaching out to him anyway. It was Saturday, when they usually went to a bar that did Bible trivia nights every week. If they were meeting up this soon, they could go out for brunch at that waffle place he was obsessed with. She had no doubt he’d beg her to go, and then ruthlessly flirt with the red-headed waitress there. Something about that always grinded her gears. It wasn’t the flirting, really. It was the fact that he never acted on it that bothered her. It was always easier for her when the girls he liked fucked him, realized they hated him, and then never talked to him again. At least then the pain wasn’t prolonged.
She refused to acknowledge why his constant exaggerated stories of hookups made a pit form in her stomach. She shook her head, trying to chase the thoughts from her it. There was no reason to analyze it, it meant nothing. It couldn’t mean anything.
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The hallway leading up to the room was dark, despite the light outside. The hall was on the first floor of the large building dedicated to housing exorcists. The first floor consisted mostly of meeting and extermination planning rooms, each nearly identical but with their own specific use. Adam must not have known that over half those rooms had projectors, but Lute didn’t mention it. She knew he must have been talking about the room where she’d shown him the photos of the dead exorcist. She tensed her shoulders to hold back the shudder that ran through her when she imagined seeing those pictures again.
She opened the door to the “presentation room”. Light streamed into the hallway from the massive windows that lined the walls. The last time they’d been in here, it’d been in the dead of night. She had barely noticed the windows then. They were unavoidable now. She squinted at the contrast coming out of the dark hall. She walked in and closed the door behind her.
One of Lute’s eyebrows quirked upwards in confusion. Adam wasn’t there. The room was big, hosting a large table, projector, and screen. But he was nowhere to be seen. She reached for her phone in her pocket to call him, but before she could, the projector flickered on. She twitched, surprised by the sudden sound. The old machine whirred as it produced an image.
Lute turned to look at the screen and her eyes widened. Her heart stopped.
It was her and Vaggie. That night, years and years ago. They were in the hallway outside of Vaggie’s apartment in the exorcist housing. Vaggie leaned against the wall, and Lute pinned her there. Their mouths were interlocked in a dangerous passion that permeated through the image. Vaggie’s hand was on her face, holding her jaw delicately.
Lute twitched, still able to imagine that feeling of warmth on her skin.
The image flicked away and she let go of her held breath. Her chest felt tight and her stomach hollow. Her next breaths came strained and quick. Another image appeared on the screen. She couldn’t look away.
The same scene, but now Vaggie’s hand had travelled down to press against Lute’s breast over her uniform’s dress. One of Lute’s hands remained on the wall beside Vaggie’s shoulder, while the other disappeared under her skirt.
Red heat filled Lute’s face. She felt something lodged in her throat as if she was choking, but knew it was just the tight feeling that preceded her tears. She’d only ever cried in front of others once. It had been after a long night on the town with Adam. They’d gone back to his place and watched Old Yeller. He never let her live it down, despite his own tears. This feeling was familiar, reminiscent of that time, but also wholly different. She felt pain coursing through her body. She never thought negative emotions could cause physical pain, but she could feel it now.
That had been the only night she’d gone all the way with Vaggie. The only night she’d done that with anyone. It wasn’t something they planned, but after several secret make-out sessions, they both knew it was bound to happen. She’d regretted it so many times since Vaggie’s fall, but never more than now. She never thought anyone would know. How did anyone know?
She felt a presence form behind her.
“Well look what we have here!”
An intense pain rose in her gut, as if she had been punched, just at the sound of his voice.
No.
No, he couldn’t know.
Adam grabbed her shoulders from behind. His grip was tight and allowed her no movement. Not that she tried. She was frozen to the spot, staring at the screen with horror.
“I had the same reaction,” he said. He leaned his face down next to hers and she could feel the fabric of his collar brush against her cheek. “I mean, crazy right!” He let go of one of her shoulders in order to spread his hand out towards the screen. “Can you fucking believe this?”
Lute grinded her teeth together, trying to hold back from snapping at him. He was just toying with her, she knew. He wanted her to feel embarrassed, and she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. She stayed still in his grasp.
When she didn’t respond, he pushed her shoulder to spin her around and face him. A wide smile stretched across his mask, but his eyebrows were angrily downturned. She kept her expression neutral, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. He leaned in closer to her, so they were face to face.
“Who would have guessed my perfect general was just a horny fucking dyke this whole time!”
That shocked her. She felt her face contort into a sneer and she took a step back. Her hips hit the table and stopped her, but she pressed herself further, trying to move away from him. He closed the distance easily. His strides were so much wider than hers, something she rarely noticed due to his lazy walking gate.
He smirked at her and pressed in closer, his feet landing on either side of hers. He grabbed each of her upper arms, holding her securely in place. She felt her heart rate pick up in a panic. What was he doing, holding her like this? She darted her eyes around the room. If she ducked out of his arms she could run for the door, but he was faster than her flying, she wouldn’t get far. Wait, why was she thinking like that? Adam wasn’t just her boss, he was her friend. She didn’t need to escape from him.
The weight of his heavy robes pressed against her body, and for a second she thought she could feel the outline of his underneath it. His hands were warm on her arms, even through his gloves and her dress. There was a time when she remembered her heart fluttering at his touch, but not now. Why had he called her that word? It played over and over again in her head. How could he say that if he respected her as a general and friend?
“How did it feel, huh? Boning the traitor.” He spit out the word with disgust, but his smirk quickly re-appeared. “I bet she was tight. She’s even smaller than you!”
Lute turned her head, not wanting to be so close to his face anymore. She clenched her jaw hard, trying to prevent the warm blush rising in her cheeks and failing.
He let go of one of her arms and grabbed her face under her chin.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, bitch!” He ordered. His voice was loud and sharp. His grip on her face forced her back towards him.
“Leave me alone,” She snarled, her mouth only opening slightly due to his strong grip around her jaw.
He let go of her jaw, pulled back his hand, and smacked her hard on the cheek. She gasped at the burning, bruising pain that shot through her face.
“Don’t tell me what to fucking do!” Adam yelled. His smirk was gone, replaced with a twitching glare that bored deep into her heart. Lute had seen that look on his face before, but never thought it would be directed at her. She glared back at him through the corner of her eye, but didn’t turn her face towards him again.
Adam inhaled deeply through his nose and returned his hands to hold her shoulders still. When he breathed out, his expression softened. As soft as Adam’s pointy masked expressions could be. Lute felt hot pain rise to her cheek and into her eye. A cold tear ran down her cheek, which she gladly attributed to the pain, and nothing else.
“Listen babe, I am a-okay with whatever lesbo shit you wanna do, but with her?!” He pushed her further against the table as he talked, forcing her to bend her front half backwards. He brought his face within inches of hers. “I mean,” he laughed. “You could do way better.”
Despite her better judgement, something within Lute felt pleased at the compliment. She swallowed and tried to push the feeling down.
“Did she even fuck you? With what, those dainty little fingers?” He barked out a laugh, right next to her ear, and she winced. One of his hands wandered from her arm and pressed against the side of her chest. “How many times did you cum?” He splayed his fingers so his hand covered her breast and squeezed gently.
Lute strained her neck to turn her head further, as if looking away from him would stop him.
The fabric of Adam’s mask brushed against her ear as he whispered into it.
“I asked you a question, bitch.”
Lute let out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to talk about this, sir,” she said. She added the honorific subconsciously, and immediately regretted it.
He chuckled, his voice low and menacing. “I think you do. I bet you’re wet just thinking about it.”
She wasn’t, but at the mention of it, she felt a twitch of pleasure down there. She swallowed to try and get the lump out of her throat and ignored the brief pleasant feeling.
Adam cupped her tit and ran his thumb over her nipple, somehow knowing exactly where it was. “How many times?” He repeated.
Lute’s lips were pressed together hard and she had to force them open to speak. “Once,” she said quietly.
Adam leaned away from her and laughed uproariously. “What?! I thought dykes were supposed to be good at sex?!”
Lute saw the opportunity to move and took it, pulling her arms from his grasp and ducking away from him. She was able to lunge two running steps away before he caught her. His wide hand held her by the throat and dragged her back to the table. Her throat tightened at the pressure against it, and she felt saliva burst into her mouth with the instinct to prevent choking.
“What are you doing, babe?” Adam asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. The smirk on his face she used to love now disgusted her.
He lifted her so she stood on her toes and then threw her down onto the table. Her back landed on the hard plastic, but her hips and ass were still off the edge, pulling her down. She started to slip off the edge, but was caught when Adam pressed his body against her, holding her up. She tried to bring her upper half up, but his hand, still wrapped around her neck, pressed down with vigour. He had placed his hips between her legs, now catching her in a position where she was forced to hold her legs around him or her hips would dig into the corner of the table. She didn’t notice she was doing it at first. Not until he moved his free hand to hold her thigh where it was clenched tightly around his hips. He gently massaged the flesh there, slowly moving up towards her crotch.
“Adam!” She blurted out. She grabbed at the hand around her throat desperately, trying to pry his gloved fingers away.
Adam leaned over her. “That’s “sir” to you, general,” he sneered.
“I don’t want this,” she choked the words out.
“Oh trust me.” His hand wandered further, now under her skirt and dangerously close to the heat between her legs. “You’ll love it.” He looked into her eyes as his hand finally touched her pussy through the thin fabric of her uniform leggings. His fingertips found her clit immediately, even through the cloth, and gently rubbed around it.
“That’s it. I knew you were wet, babe.” His voice teased her just as his fingers did, touching her ever so delicately.
Lute hadn’t realized she was wet, she wasn’t turned on by this, she couldn’t be. She didn’t want it. She thrashed her head back and forth, her eyes squeezed shut. The aroused feelings rising in her stomach were strong, but she knew she could ignore it if she needed to. Countless nights sleeping on Adam’s couch next to him taught her that.
“All you need is some good dick, maybe then you’ll calm down,” Adam said. He sounded frustrated, and she opened one eye without thinking to see him. He was staring down at where his own hand played with her. The skirt of her dress had ridden up to display the seam of her leggings where he pressed against her. She closed her eyes again. The image of him touching her like that threatened to build those deep satisfying feelings. She didn’t want them to build. She didn’t want this.
Adam’s hand let go of her neck, but he quickly trapped her by propping his elbow next to her shoulder and leaning his body over hers. Like this, his hips pushed harder into her, causing his fingers to move against her with more pressure. She bit the inside of her cheek. She had to ignore the feeling, she couldn’t let him win.
He pulled his hand away suddenly, and a small, almost silent whimper pushed its way out of Lute’s lips. Her eyes shot open.
“Ha! I knew it!” Adam laughed. “I knew you liked it, bitch. Now stay still.” His fingers grasped the seam of her leggings and pulled, tearing the stitching.
“No!” She exclaimed. She tried to sit up futilely and only managed to press her body closer to his.
“That’s my girl,” he said. The arm he’d been resting on went under her slightly raised back and held her up, keeping their bodies pressed together. She squirmed, trying to go back down, even though she was the one who had put them in this position. His fingers reached under the tear of her pants and rubbed against her damp underwear.
“Please stop,” Lute said, her voice weak. She hated hearing herself like that, but couldn’t bring any more passion into it. Her head was over his shoulder now, with how she’d accidentally brought them together. She took small joy in the fact that he couldn’t see her face anymore.
Adam shrugged and she could feel it under her chin. “Whatever you say babe.”
Relief flooded through her as he gently let her down onto the table and moved his body away. It didn’t last. She sat up and watched as he dug his finger under the crotch of her underwear and pulled. She yelled unintelligibly as it pulled with bruising tension against her hips. The sound of ripping fabric echoed through the empty room for the second time. She tried to push herself off the table to stand, but Adam’s hands were already on her thighs, pushing her legs apart. He knelt down in front of her and his smile grew ravenously.
“Stop!” She yelled, grabbing one of the horns of his mask. She couldn’t move her legs, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t put up a fight.
“No can do, girly.” Adam said. He threw his head back violently, and her grip on his horns pulled his mask off for him. “Not before I get a taste.” He licked his lips as his eyes fixated on her now exposed pussy. His hair was tousled, as it always was when he first took off his mask. A strand fell into his face and he ignored it. He leaned into her.
Lute felt a strangled sob escape her throat. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t do a thing.
The slick warmth of his tongue pressed against her clit with surprising pressure. She sucked in a breath and held it, not wanting to risk any sound coming from her. She didn’t want this.
Adam’s tongue circled the sensitive bud with expert precision, hitting that sweet spot perfectly each time. He didn’t stop, keeping the same pattern for longer than she could hold her breath. Something pressed against her entrance, rough and warm. His fingers, no gloves, he must have taken them off when she was distracted. One finger circled her vagina a few times before sinking into her wetness. As much as she hated to think about it, as his calloused finger entered her slowly, she could tell how much bigger he was than Vaggie. Just one of his fingers stretched her as the two Vaggie had gotten her off on. The idea that Adam may be able to make her cum with just a finger burst into her mind and wouldn’t leave. She sobbed.
Adam’s lips closed around Lute’s clit and began to suckle gently on it as his finger dug deeper into her. It bent upwards, rubbing against the rough upper wall of her vagina. Shocks of pleasure exploded through her, seeming to connect the space between where he sucked her clit and rubbed her inner walls. She lay limp on the table, her breath coming in heaves that pushed her chest up and down. Her hands clenched in empty fists, desperate to grasp something and squeeze. Anything to get the building pressure out of her gut.
Another finger prodded at her vagina. Adam slowly withdrew the first one, and when it entered again, the second came with it. The thickness stretched her, but it didn’t hurt. The digits slipped inside her easier than she thought. She must be so wet from his touch, she thought, ashamed and scared of what was happening to her. But that pressure continued to build. And now, with twice the thickness spreading and pushing against her most sensitive spots, she felt it growing even faster.
Adam’s teeth grazed against her clit and she almost screamed. The small yelp that did escape sounded meager and she cursed herself for allowing it. She felt Adam’s lips pull back in a smile, still pressed against her wet flesh. He licked around her clit a few times and then returned to sucking, this time with his teeth running against it with each movement. Each breath ran out of her with a small noise, and she couldn’t bring herself to hold it back. She focused everything she had on pushing down that horrible, amazing, pleasure building down below.
Adam’s fingers started to pull out slightly, then push back into her in time with his teeth on her clit. He continued rubbing upwards on her g-spot, but now pulled against it with each outward movement. The pressure grew. Lute’s hips grinded down into him, meeting each of his thrusts. A vibration ran through her clit as Adam laughed low in his throat.
The pressure burst like a broken dam and cascaded over Lute’s body. She squirmed violently against Adam’s face and hands as she came, her legs tightening around him and pulling him even closer to her. She bit into her lip to avoid moaning, and felt warm, golden blood fill her mouth.
Adam pulled away from her and stood up. She sighed at the loss of his thick fingers inside her. He was on top of her before she could recover from the arousal still pulsing through her body. His face hovered just above hers, now without his mask. She always thought he was handsome, but would never tell him. She knew his ego was too big for him already.
“Better than your dyke girlfriend?” He sneered. The light of orgasm fled from her mind as she remembered what was really happening.
She looked into his eyes, hoping to find a glimmer of mercy within him. His face did soften as they stared at each other silently.
“It was only once, sir,” Lute said, careful with her words so as not to anger him further. “It wasn’t serious.”
“Too bad,” Adam said, his smirk reappearing. “I would have loved to watch you two go at it again.” He grinded his hips forward and Lute could feel the hard bulge of his erection even through his thick robes. “Oh well, guess this’ll have to do.”
Adam pushed a hand into her hair and grasped it tightly, keeping her head secured down to the table. With his other hand he fiddled with a button keeping his robes closed and let it fall open. Lute couldn’t see him, but could imagine what he looked like, his open robes revealing his half-naked body. She’d seen him like this before, on those long drinking nights. His skin was so smooth to the touch. The few times she’d been able to touch his bare skin, it had felt illegal and exhilarating.
Adam leaned over her again and she felt the tip of his cock nestle against her pussy. It slid up against her clit and Adam moaned, his head hanging limp over her, his lips parted with his heavy breaths. In a last-ditch effort, Lute pushed her hands against his shoulders, pressing with all her strength. She knew she would have been strong enough to push him off her if he wasn’t also pressing down, and she hadn’t been so soon post-orgasm. But now, she was helpless. A hand touched her thigh and pulled it up, opening her legs even further for him.
He ran his cock up and down her vulva a few times, humming and savouring the feeling of her slick, swollen clit against him.
“You ready for your life to change forever, baby cakes?” Adam asked, pressing his tip against her pussy entrance.
She shook her head feebly. She didn’t want this.
He ignored her and began to ease his thick tip into her. She whined at the burning stretch. She felt like she was being pulled apart from the inside out. Adam groaned above her, pushing slightly harder. The flared edge of his cock-head slipped past the tight barrier, lodging itself inside her. She hissed. Her hands flew up to grasp at Adam’s back, trying to dig her nails into him. Through her gloves and his robes, she doubted he even felt it.
In one powerful thrust, Adam forced the rest of his dick into her, pressing deeper inside her than anything had ever been before. She felt him tap against her cervix and she yelped. Adam laughed and thrust forward again. He hit that spot again and she whined. It didn’t feel good, it hurt, but he didn’t stop. As he continued to thrust in and out of her, her entrance burned from the friction and her cervix ached from the continuous bombardment.
“Please, sir,” she breathed out, barely able to form coherent words.
“Please what?” Adam asked. He continued without waiting for a response. “Harder? No problemo baby.”
True to his word, the incessant pounding somehow strengthened. Lute cried out in pain. Tears burst from her eyes and fell cold down her face.
One of Adam’s hands massaged her tit through her dress. She tried to focus on the soft pleasure there instead of the burning pain in her vagina. His mouth was just beside her ear now, and each hot breath from him struck her neck. In time with his thrust, he nipped at the skin just below her ear, trailing down her neck until he was stopped by the high collar of her uniform.
Just then, something struck her from within. She gasped. A wave of pleasure crashed over her body as Adam’s dick, moving hard and fast within her, rubbed against the spot again. Fuck, it was the same spot his fingers had found. That spot on the upper wall that made her cum within minutes.
“There you go babygirl.” Adam said, he shifted the angle of his hips, and hit the spot again. It kept going, each thrust pressing into her pleasure center in a horrifyingly good way.
The dam in her lower stomach started to build again. She squirmed underneath him, trying to thrash her legs away from his cruel grinding. Something touched her clit, rough but gentle, and circled around it just as he had before. The bud was so sensitive, she almost came as soon as he touched her, but she pushed the feeling away.
“So close,” Adam groaned. He pulled his head away from her neck and looked down at her. Lute saw him then, the truth of him in his yellow eyes. And she thought she loved him. She thought that maybe she wanted this.
Her body exploded in mind-numbing ecstasy. Wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure washed over her. She grabbed Adam, pulling him close. She felt his cock stop moving, pressed against her cervix. He moaned loudly and hot cum spurted from him and into her tight channel. She moaned breathily with each exhale, unable to control herself anymore.
She laid there for a long time, thoughts racing but not going anywhere. Adam eventually pushed away from her, his soft dick slowly pulling out of her wetness. She whined as he left, hating how empty she felt without him. She heard him shuffling to close his robes and return his mask over his face, but then he returned to her. He pushed a hand under her back and lifted her to a seat, then wrapped her legs around him and picked her up. She fell limp against him, her muscles twitching and exhausted from orgasm.
Adam hummed a pleasant tune as he carried her out of the room and back to her apartment.