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Lilith should have expected something like this to happen after she returned from her time away. She had known there would be questions about why she had left and where she had been all this time. She had been gone for eight years, and while that wasn’t all too long compared to how long she had been alive, not even a drop in the ocean that had been her life, it had still felt like forever because of the circumstances surrounding her disappearance. She had been away from her people, away from her daughter, away from her husband, and she hadn’t been able to tell any of them a thing about the reason why she had left them. She had suffered every day from the heartache of being away from them and not being so much as permitted to speak to them. However, it was something she had to do, and she had to because the alternative was unthinkable.
She had known that things wouldn’t return to normal immediately. After eight years of being away, she couldn’t simply go back to being the same woman - the loving queen, wife, and mother she was known to be. Everyone would have questions: her people, her daughter, and her husband, but, as much as she might want to answer them, she still couldn’t, not yet. So while she understood that she wouldn’t be able to pick right back up where she left off, she had expected confusion, concern, and sadness, not this.
The moment Lilith had returned to Hell, presenting herself before her husband, she had been forced into their bedroom and locked away, unable to go outside or so much as see her daughter. She had been caught off guard by his actions, but had gone along with them all the same because she realized that this was what he needed. She could understand the possessiveness and the desire to keep her safe, sound, and where he could keep an eye on her. She had left eight years ago without a word, and she still couldn’t tell him where she had gone or why. This hadn’t been something she had been expecting upon her return, but she would stay put, for a little while anyway.
Lilith had told herself that she was fine with this, and she was, but as the hours turned to days, turned to weeks, she began to wonder how long she was going to be stuck here. She knew she could leave if she truly wished to; there was nothing actually keeping her here. Lu could never hurt her, not only because he was physically unable to, but also because she knew he’d never wish to either, but even so, she stayed put. She had been imprisoned for the past eight years; at least now she was being kept locked away by the man she loved.
It wasn’t something she had expected from him once she returned to him, but she should have. He had called her every four days during her time away. That wasn’t the kind of devotion just anyone was able to freely give out. Instead, it was the devotion of a man who loved her wholly and completely, who felt as though he couldn’t survive without her at his side, and now that she had returned, he wasn’t going to let her go so easily. He would keep her safe no matter what it was he had to do. If that meant locking her away, it seemed that was something he was willing to do.
As much as Lilith knew that she should protest, should explain to him why he couldn’t keep her prisoner, she found herself enjoying being confined to their bedroom. Her Luci took care of her. He fed her, clothed her, and took care of her other needs. She didn’t go without when she was with him. Anything she desired, she got. She’d be pampered no matter what, whether she was his prisoner or not, but she loved being the sole focus of his attention, of him wanting nothing more than to give her everything she could ever desire, at least for a time. He would eventually let her go, that much she realized, but a few weeks filled with only the two of them wasn’t all too bad, all things considered. It was like a private getaway, a vacation where they could forget about everything outside of these four walls. Reality would catch up with them sooner or later, but she could put off her duties for a little while longer.
The only reason why Lilith didn’t entirely enjoy being confined to this room was that her husband hadn’t allowed anyone but him to visit her, not even her daughter. She longed to see Charlie and ease the worries she was more than likely feeling, but she had at the very least been allowed to call her, to talk to her, and she had. That was more freedom than she was afforded in Heaven. She had told Charlie how much she loved her, how she was so proud of her and everything she had been able to accomplish, and how she would be able to see her soon enough.
The fact that she was able to talk to her daughter again was enough to keep her here, even if she did long to see her as well, to hug her, to hold her in her arms and reassure her that she was never leaving her again, not for anything. However, whether she did that this very moment or in a couple of weeks didn’t change much for her, not when she hadn’t known for how long she would be stuck in Heaven, unable to leave. Whether she would be there for much longer than she had or never be able to return at all. She knew she wouldn’t be here forever, that her husband wouldn’t keep her from seeing her daughter for the rest of eternity, so if this were what he needed to be reassured that she wasn’t going to leave him again, she would gladly be his prisoner.
Lilith was sitting in a dark brown mahogany chair with a plush purple backing and seat at a small, matching table as she sipped at an intricately decorated cup filled with Earl Grey tea when she heard the sound of the bedroom door being unlocked, and she immediately knew who it was before they so much as opened the door. There was only one person who it could be, the only person who was allowed to enter her private chambers, her husband. She found it adorable that he locked the door whenever he left, as if she couldn’t break down the door if she so desired. There was nothing keeping her here, as there was no prison that could hold her if she was truly unwilling and her captor was unable and unwilling to harm her. Even so, she stayed.
She glanced toward the door, and when it opened, she saw exactly who she was expecting to see on the other side: the king, her loving husband, the wonderful father of her daughter, Lucifer. A small smile graced her lips upon seeing him, but she didn’t stand from her chair to greet him, simply staying seated as she watched him close and lock the door behind him, both of them keeping quiet the whole time. It was only when he was done, ensuring that she wouldn’t have an easy escape route, that she spoke up.
“You can’t keep me in here forever, you know,” Lilith said, keeping her voice as casual and neutral as possible. She took another sip from her tea, acting as though none of this phased her in the slightest, but there was a reason for it. They did the same song and dance day after day, and, as such, she knew the reason he was here.
While Lucifer had been spending much of his time with her after her return, it normally wasn’t without reason. They chatted while he delivered her food, cuddled at night when it was time to sleep, and he stayed if she invited him to. He didn’t need a justification to spend time with her; he was her husband, after all, but as he was keeping her prisoner, he had made a point to do something for her whenever he stopped by in exchange for staying put and spending her time with him. Usually, it was through food or gifts, but when he came empty-handed, like he had this time, she knew the present wasn’t something tangible. There were other ways to please her, and as her husband of the past several millennia, he knew them all too well.
“I know I can’t,” Lucifer replied as he looked wistfully down at the hardwood flooring of their bedroom. Slowly, cautiously, he glanced up at her, as though feeling guilty for his actions. However, she knew any remorse he may have felt wasn’t going to lead to him letting her go, not until he felt ready to do so. “But, just bear with it for a little while longer, alright?”
“If that is what you wish,” Lilith responded as she crossed one leg over the other under her dress. “At the end of the day, you are the king of Hell. Who am I to deny you what you so desire?”
Lucifer crossed the room over to where Liltih was seated, the heels of his boots clicking against the floor with every step he took. When he was standing in front of her, her legs just barely grazing against his own as he stood over her, he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the back of the chair and effectively caging her in. There was very little room between them at that point as he leaned over her, not towering over her even with her being seated, but that was alright. What he lacked in stature, he more than made up for in other ways, and, in this moment, his domineering presence was certainly one of them.
“You know I love you, right, my dearest wife?” Lucifer asked, his voice taking on a dark quality as he looked at her as though she were the center of his existence.
“I know,” Lilith answered with a small nod of her head, and she did. She felt his love with every fiber of her being, and his actions from the moment they met had reminded her of such again and again. There wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t feel loved by him, even when they were forced to be apart.
“And you know I only do this because I can’t bear the thought of you leaving me again, right? I want to keep you here so I can watch over you, so I can make sure you’re safe and sound. Every day without you was torture. I couldn’t stand being apart from you, and I need to know you’ll never go somewhere I can’t be by your side. Even if that means I have to do things I’d rather not, even if it means I have to keep you trapped here forever,” Lucifer continued, and each sentence he spoke contained more of that darkness, more of that possessiveness, more of that obsession.
Lilith knew she and Charlie were the only things that kept Lucifer going most days. His girls were the reason he got out of bed in the morning, the reason he was able to stand being cast down into this pit that didn’t let the sun through, and the only ones who gave him the strength to do anything, and she had been forced to leave him despite her wishes or those of her family.
Lilith set her teacup down onto its matching saucer before bringing the same hand that had been holding it to the side of Lucifer’s face, gently cupping his jaw. She watched as his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into the touch like a contented cat. The sight made her heart feel full as she understood the calming effect her touch was able to have on him.
“I know, Luci, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you these past eight years. It’s been tough on me as well, but understand this: I love you and never once did I stop thinking about you or our daughter during my time away. If I can help it, I’m never leaving either of you again.”
Lucifer let out this small sigh that spoke of his relief of having her back, of knowing that she wasn’t going anywhere he couldn’t reach her. She could feel his warm breath against the palm of her hand, causing her fingers to tighten ever so slightly, conveying her own desire to never let him go. She needed him just as much as he did her because while she was able to act strong even in the most awful of situations, this was where she felt the most comfortable. She felt as though she could be her full, authentic self when she was with her family, something she couldn’t do anywhere else. She was the queen of Hell and had to act as such. She had to be unfazed in the face of conflict and uncertainty, never letting anyone see that she wasn’t the perfect ruler she presented herself to be, but here, when there was nobody else around, she could be Lilith, the woman, not the queen.
After a moment of peaceful silence, Lilith saw that her husband was slowly leaning forward, his face inching closer to her own, and she knew just what it was that he wanted. When their lips were brushing against each other’s, right when he was able to close the gap completely, she let her eyes fall shut, waiting for the moment he kissed her. The press of his lips was soft against hers, a loving, sweet embrace. She had missed this; she had missed him so much, and she was grateful that she would never have to go a day without kissing the man she loved ever again.
The kiss was chaste, lasting only a few seconds, and when Lucifer pulled back, Lilith opened her eyes, only to find his red and yellow eyes staring back at her. He didn’t pull away any further, clearly wanting to be as close to her as possible, and she didn’t find herself minding all too much, not when she craved his presence, his love, his everything as much as she did. However, she didn’t let this affectionate moment last for too long, as she had realized the reason he was here the second he graced her with his presence. If they continued on like this, they would never get around to it, and she couldn’t have that, seeing as she longed for the same.
“Now tell me,” Lilith began, her voice hushed but taking on an obvious salacious edge. “What brings you here?”
Lucifer smiled at her, this wicked little thing that gave her a flash of his sharp teeth. “You know exactly why I’m here,” Lucifer growled, and if she hadn’t seen it a thousand times before, she’d almost be surprised at how quickly he changed from her sweet, loyal husband to this beast who craved nothing more than the feeling of her body against his.
“That I do, my loving husband.”
Taking his hands off the back of the chair, Lucifer took a step back, giving Lilith enough room to stand up, and she did. Unhurriedly, teasingly, she took off the long, deep-purple gloves she was wearing, one after the other, and placed them down on the table, revealing the skin of her forearms to Lucifer’s hungry gaze. She stepped out of her matching heels before then, and only then, moving her hands behind her to find the invisible zipper of her floor-length dress. She unzipped it purposefully, letting the tension build, the sound of it the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. She wanted to make him wait, to let his desire build until he couldn’t take another second of it. She could sense his impatience and the way his eyes lingered on her body as if trying to will away her pesky clothing, and just as she thought he might throw caution to the wind and strip her himself, she let the dress fall to the floor in a heap.
She didn’t bother to pick it up, fold it, or put it somewhere that it wouldn’t get dirty. They were the only two people here; nobody else was going to see her, and so she didn’t see much of a point in it, especially as anything she did do would only force them both to wait a bit longer to do what her husband was jumping at the chance to and what she not-so-secretly wanted to as well.
Lilith walked the short distance to their marital bed in nothing but her lacy bra and underwear dyed a color that matched the rest of her ensemble. She placed her knee on the edge of the bed, feeling the mattress shift under her weight, and climbed onto the bed. She lay down on top of the covers, her head cushioned by one of the comfy pillows that adorned their bed. It hadn’t felt as though even a second had gone by before her husband was scrambling in after her, desperate and hasty in his attempts to join her in this intimate moment.
The second time Lucifer kissed Lilith, it wasn’t as tender and gentle as their first, but filled with much more passion and heat. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that could or should be displayed for the world, but one that should be done in private, in times such as these. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongues as their lips moved in harmony together, as though trying to devour one another. She wondered briefly what it would be like to take a nibble out of her husband. What would he taste like? Would he enjoy the pain or pull away? She had a few conversations over the years with her… business partner, about such things, but she had never tried it for herself. She and Lucifer had been married for thousands of years, but even so, there were still plenty of things they had never tried together, whether it be more mundane things or kinks that could spice up their sex lives. She wasn’t all too fond of the idea of hurting her precious Luci, especially after the emotional toll her absence had left on him, but perhaps someday she could convince him to give it a try.
As Lucifer kissed her, he stripped himself of his clothing, shedding himself of article after article until he was down to nothing but his briefs. Lilith didn’t need to look down to know what they looked like. There were very few different designs he owned, all of which were covered in a duck pattern. The only question was what the base color was. Red tended to be his go-to, but he had ones of every color of the rainbow and more tucked away in his underwear drawer.
Lucifer parted from the kiss, his chest heaving slightly with every panting breath he took, but he paused for only a second before beginning to kiss his way down her neck. Lilith tilted her head to the side to give her husband better access to her pale skin, and she was rewarded almost instantly by him nibbling lightly at her pulse point. Quiet, pleased noises sounded at the back of her throat, clueing him in on how much she was enjoying herself. Her hand trailed up her husband’s back, coming to rest at the back of his head, and she let her fingers tangle in the short, golden locks that she so adored.
It was one of the first things that had captured her attention when they first met, as it was so similar to the color of her own hair. She found it to be a cute detail at first, but now that they had been married for thousands of years, she wondered whether it was a sign that they had always been destined to be together like this. She wasn’t sure how much she believed in soulmates and the like, but if anyone were to be hers, it would be him. He was the only man she had ever loved, and nobody could ever replace him in her heart. If something were to happen and they were unable to be together, she would prefer to be alone than to try to love another. It would only remind her of the future she and her husband could have had together. Thankfully, she didn’t see a need to worry about that, not anymore, at least, not when she was finally back in his arms after years of being away.
Lucifer’s hands trailed down her body, groping and squeezing anywhere he could reach as he bit and sucked at the flesh of her neck and shoulders, leaving his own brand of possession on her. She was his. She always had been, and she always would be. Even back in the Garden of Eden, when she was supposed to have belonged to Adam, she had been his. There was nothing, not fate, not Heaven, nothing, that could keep them apart. Wherever he went, she would follow if there was even the tiniest possibility that she could go with him, and she knew he felt the same. They might not have been created to be together, but they would spite everything and everyone else if they could be together. He and her daughter were all she needed to be happy.
Lucifer was quick to discard her of her bra and panties, and when he did so, he ran his hands along the newly exposed parts of her body as well. Lilith gasped and shuddered as he lavished her with attention, and when he ran his fingers through the wetness between her thighs, she was unable to stop her hips from flexing upward instinctively, a low, shaky moan falling from her lips. It seemed even after all these years, her beloved was still able to get her ready for him with ease and surprising speed. Most couples, were they to be together for this long, would likely grow bored with each other, but not them. Even if it hadn’t been a while since they had consistently been able to engage in such activities, she would still be reacting to his touch, to him, in much the same way. He turned her on more than anything or anyone else could.
“It seems my captive is already prepared for me,” Lucifer noted with a dark chuckle, one that sent a shiver up her spine.
“What does the big, bad king of Hell plan on doing with an innocent woman like me?” Lilith asked with a smile, turning the situation the two of them found themselves in into a fun and naughty game they could play together. She knew he wasn’t keeping her here because he was evil or had nefarious purposes, and she also understood that she was far from innocent, but it added to the excitement to play this game of pretend.
Lucifer leaned forward once more, bringing his face close to hers, and just as she thought he might kiss her once more, he responded. “I’m going to show you how much I love you, how much I need you.”
Reluctantly, Lucifer extracted his hands from Lilith’s body, bringing them to the waistband of his underwear. He hooked his thumbs beneath the fabric and pulled his underwear down just far enough to let his hard, aching cock spring forth, freeing it from its cloth prison. For as small and cute as the rest of his body was, this was one part of his body that didn’t disappoint in that regard. He was more than big enough to satisfy her.
Not wasting any time, Lucifer gripped his dick with one hand, lining the head of it up with the entrance to her pussy, and his other hand came to rest on her hip, keeping her steady. He notched the tip of his cock against her, causing a soft gasp to escape Lilith, but he didn’t stop there. In one, quick, fluid motion, Lucifer pushed forward, burying every inch of himself deep inside her. Lilith’s gasp turned into a languid moan as her back arched up and off the bed.
Lucifer took her hard and fast, holding her down by her hips as he did so. His desperation was clear in the way he rutted against her, like he was an animal finally allowed to have what, or in this case, who, he wanted. For her part, Lilith wrapped her body around her husband, her legs circling his waist, pulling him more firmly against her, and her arms wrapped around his back, holding him close. He wasn’t the only one who needed this. Her body craved him just as badly, and she was thankful every time she was allowed to have him like this. She had missed this so much, and she would never let herself go without this, without him, for as long as she did ever again.
The air between them was filled with moans and their panting breaths during their coupling. They raced toward their orgasms, their fucking rough and needy. Lucifer didn’t hold back on her body, knowing what she could take and how much abuse her body could suffer, and pushing her right up to it. If she wasn’t so lost in the feeling of her husband’s body against hers, of his cock stretching out her tight, wet cunt, she wouldn’t been surprised that the bed didn’t break underneath them.
It wasn’t long until they found themselves on the edge, on the cusp of reaching their peaks. It wouldn’t be long, and when they did, Lilith wanted them to fall over together.
“Lilith, I-” Lucifer panted out, his voice rough with sex.
“I know, Luci, me too,” Lilith replied, knowing exactly what her husband was going to tell her. “It’s okay, you can let go.”
With Lilith’s approval, Lucifer didn’t hold back any longer, letting himself reach his peak with a shuddering gasp. He came deep inside her, his seed flooding her womb. The feeling of it pushed Lilith over the edge as well, her pussy clenching hard around Lucifer as she came, milking him for every drop of his cum. Her body wanted it all, everything he had to give her, and so he did. He stayed inside her, pumping every drop of his thick seed into her cunt. She kept her legs locked around his waist all the while, not letting him leave her just yet. If something happened as a result of them going at it like this, well then, they’d take care of it, even if it meant welcoming a new member into their family. Their daughter could do with a little sibling anyway, and nobody could blame them for her getting pregnant after such a long time apart from each other.
Lucifer collapsed on top of Lilith when he had filled her to the brim. She continued to hold him tightly against her, not wanting to let him go just yet. They panted and gasped for breath as they came down from their highs. As they slowly began to recover, he looked up at her, a mixture of love and satisfied lust in his gaze, and she knew her eyes were filled with much of the same. There was a silence that stretched between them as they simply looked at each other, taking in the sight of the other fucked out and contented.
“I love you, Lili,” Lucifer said, his voice coming out like a purr, one that rumbled in his chest.
“I love you too, Luci,” she responded, and she meant every word of it. She loved him with her whole heart, and there was nothing that would ever change that. There was no time or distance apart that could keep her from adoring him.
Lucifer leaned up and placed a soft kiss against her lips, and she kissed him back. The kiss was filled with the love they had for each other, and there was nobody who could take that away from them. They belonged together, and now that she was back, she would make sure that they would be forevermore.