Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 12 - Top/Bottom (Lute/Lilith)

Day 12 - Top/Bottom (Lute/Lilith)

Lilith stood before the grand mirror in her lavish quarters, her long, honey-streaked hair flowing behind her like a golden waterfall, her pale-lilac skin shimmering in the dim, flickering light of the chamber. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the form-fitting magenta gown she wore, the fabric clinging to every curve as she stared at her reflection with a knowing smile. Her sparkling eyeshadow caught the light, making her violet eyes gleam with hidden intent.

Behind her, the heavy door creaked open, and Lilith's smile widened as she saw the figure step into the room. Lute, tall and imposing, stood in the doorway, her one remaining arm crossed over her chest, her pale yellow eyes glinting beneath her dark, asymmetrical bob of white hair. Bloodstains still marred her white dress from the last Extermination, but the stoic angel didn't seem to care. Her eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on Lilith with a mixture of disdain and something darker.

"I don't have time for games, Queen," Lute growled, her voice low and dangerous as she stepped further into the room, her boots clacking against the polished floor of Heaven's hidden room. "What do you want?"

Lilith chuckled softly, turning to face the Exorcist with a coy smile. "Oh, Lute," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm. "Always so serious. I thought perhaps you could use a distraction from all your... grim duties."

Lute's eyes narrowed, her fingers flexing slightly as she stepped closer, her presence commanding and dangerous. "I didn't come here for distractions," she spat, her voice filled with disdain. "I came to remind you that your daughter's plans—your plans—are foolish. They will fail. And when they do, you'll be thrown from Heaven and killed in Hell, just like the rest."

Lilith's smile didn't falter, her sharp magenta lips curving upward as she stepped closer to the angel, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "Oh, Lute," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she reached out, her long fingers brushing lightly over the Exorcist's cheek. "I think you're underestimating me. And besides... wouldn't you rather stay and... enjoy yourself?"

Lute's jaw clenched, her eyes darkening as she grabbed Lilith's wrist, her grip firm and unyielding. "I'm not here to play your games," she growled, her voice low and filled with warning. "Don't think for a second that I'm like the others. I'll make you regret underestimating me."

Lilith's smile widened, her body pressing closer to the Exorcist's as she tilted her head, her breath hot against Lute's skin. "Oh, I don't underestimate you, darling," she whispered, her voice soft and teasing as her fingers trailed down Lute's chest, brushing over the bloodstains on her dress. "In fact, I think you're exactly what I need tonight."

Lute's eyes flashed with anger, but before she could react, Lilith's hand slid lower, her fingers curling around the hilt of the sword Lute always carried at her side. With a swift, fluid motion, Lilith unsheathed the weapon, the blade gleaming in the dim light as she held it up between them, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"You see, Lute," Lilith murmured, her voice dripping with seduction as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Lute's ear. "I think you've forgotten who I am. I am the Queen of Hell. And tonight... you will bow to me."

Lute's breath hitched, her body tensing as Lilith's words washed over her. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, her mind racing with a mixture of anger and arousal as she met Lilith's gaze. There was a dangerous gleam in the demoness's eyes, one that spoke of power, of control—and it sent a shiver down Lute's spine.

"You talk too much," Lute growled, her voice low and filled with warning as she ripped the sword from Lilith's hand, tossing it to the ground with a loud clatter. "If you want control, you'll have to earn it."