Adam's eyes were lazily half-opened.
Satisfaction ran through every fiber of his being.
Adam and Lyra were covered in fresh cuts, bruises, and scratches: passion written in blood and sweat, evidence of a struggle that had ended in surrender.
His gaze, drifting lazily, found the sliver of light from the door crack, and the single, eager and bright feral eye peering through it.
He didn't need to see more, as hе knew those eyes belonged to his Agri.
He also knew what she was doing...
In that moment, an instinctive command, born from his will and the brand that already connected them, drifted from him and into her lust-soaked mind.
It wasn't a word, instead it was a pure, compelling intention.
'Come in.'
The thought slammed into Agri's consciousness, bypassing all hesitation, all fear, all residual jealousy and potent lust.
It was a summons from her god.
Her fingers stilled inside herself. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away, dripping with her own fluids, and without a second thought, she pushed the door open.
She stood there on the entrance, naked, trembling, her body glistening with sweat and her own vaginal fluids. Her eyes were wide and worshipful, fixed on the tangled, bleeding, and sated forms of her master and his new toy.
She awaited her next command, ready to be used in whatever way he saw fit, her place in the new hierarchy accepted.
The game was indeed different, but she was still a player!
Adam let his head drift back against the demonic hides; the intense, satisfying fatigue of conquest settling deep into his bones. His muscular chest rose and fell steadily, a powerful and soothing motion beneath Lyra's limp, sleeping body.
Exhaustion had taken her sight.
His hellish gaze, still burning with a low ember-like glow, drifted from the silver hair across his chest to the doorway.
There, frozen, awaiting, were Agri and Blair.
Blair's face masked her jealousy.
Her hand subtly, shamefully, retreating from where it had been tucked between her legs, her fingers still glistening.
She had been watching, listening, and the scene had made her envious.
A lazy, possessive smirk touched Adam's lips.
"Clean us." His voice was a low, satisfied rumble that vibrated through the quiet room.
To emphasize his ownership, his hand, which had been resting on Lyra's smooth back, slid lower.
His fingers possessively caressed the smooth, perfect curve of her bare ass, before teasingly tracing the delicate, dripping slit and her back door; a blatant display of the pleasure they had just indulged in.
His fingers spread to show off Lyra's leaking slit, the testament to his domination manifested: the flag that he had planted.
Hearing his words, for a moment, a mere second of hesitation, Blair remained stunned; her pride warring with the direct order.
But Agri, ever the opportunist, ever desperate to prove her devotion, moved immediately. There was no hesitation, nor no shame.
A dark, eager light shone in her feral yellow eyes.
She recalled with vivid clarity the time her master had forced Blair to clean her with her tongue, an act of profound humiliation and dominance. An act meaning to demean and belittle.
Now, the roles were reversed, and Agri was eager to embrace her place.
The choice of gaining his favor through sexual, physical submission and 'humiliation' seemed infinitely better than fighting for honor; risking her life in the process.
Agri was more than willing to be a devil's bitch, no…
To be 'His' bitch.
She got on her hands and knees, her movements seductive yet submissive.
Her long, slick tongue extended.
It was warm and wet as it first swiped over Adam's muscular thigh, collecting the mixed residue of his and Lyra's union: the salty sweat streaks of their combined release.
The taste was intoxicating to her, a potent cocktail of her master's power and the new deviless unique essence.
Seeing Agri's immediate, eager submission broke Blair's paralysis.
A fresh wave of competitive envy washed over her, drowning her pride. She couldn't let Agri outdo her in devotion!
She joined Agri on the floor, her movements slightly stiffer, but no less determined. Her own tongue, forked and hot, joined Agri's, cleaning him meticulously and slowly.
Adam watched and didn't say a word. Instead, he gently slapped Lyra's ass cheek, getting the girls' attention. The unspoken command was clear to them; both demonesses glanced at each other for a moment.
Reluctant, Blair was about to move her face to clean the deviless in the same manner that she was just cleaning Adam, but surprisingly, Agri beat her to it!
Her tongue worked to clean the new mistress of the house, but she still made sure to have her rear pointed high to the sky and sway as she had her gaze linger on Adam.
'I am doing this because you asked' Her gaze seemed to tell.
Lyra stirred slightly at the sensation but didn't fully wake. A lazy, almost regal indifference settled over her.
They were demons while she a devil; it was only natural that lesser beings attended to her.
"Hmm~"
When Agri's tongue accidentally brushed against her drenched, sensitive folds, Lyra only gave a slight, involuntary twitch, a faint sigh escaping her lips at the lingering echo of pleasure.
She didn't open her eyes; she simply accepted the service as her due.
Adam watched, his satisfaction deepening into a profound sense of power. Agri's eager demeanor, her complete lack of hesitation, pleased him immensely.
He wanted to reward it, to solidify the new hierarchy he was starting to build.
As Agri's tongue worked, he suddenly moved.
His hand shot out, but not to attack, but to capture.
He cupped Agri's face, his fingers firm against her cheeks, his finger tracing the serrated black line on her face. He then gently, but firmly, brought her face up close to his and the snoozing Lyra.
"Look here, at my little pet," He said in a low tone, his voice akin to an intimate whisper.
Lyra's eyelids fluttered open.
Her pool-like liquid silver eyes, hazy with lingering ecstasy and drowsiness, focused lazily on the demoness whose face was held in their master's grip.
There was no malice in her gaze, only a vague, indifferent curiosity.
But to Agri, that gaze felt like a physical weight. The difference in their bloodline made Agri feel like a mouse being stared at by a snake.
This was no longer just a rival; this was her master's chosen, a queen whose authority was now an extension of his own... someone who could contend against her master.
Agri felt a shiver of awe and terror.
After what felt like an eternity, Lyra's lips, still slightly swollen from Adam's kisses and bites, curved into a faint, sleepy smirk.
"She's cute." Her voice was a soft, silky murmur.
Then, as if dismissing a interesting trinket, she snuggled back into the broad, solid warmth of Adam's chest, closing her eyes once more.
Her earlier adversity to the whole ordeal, the fact that she had been tricked and assaulted and then violated, were all put in the back of her mind.
For she has never felt such comfort and pleasure since her rebirth, and now, she was indulging in the flavor.
Of course, for Agri, it was different: her verdict had been delivered.
Agri was left kneeling, her heart pounding, her master's hand still cupping her face, the words "she's cute" echoing in her mind.
A blessing and her life's decree all at once.