It was as the turbulent emotions were clouding Agri's judgment that she saw Blair's slight, almost imperceptible shake of the head.
A warning for caution.
"Hmph~"
Agri's snorted, washing away all of her discontent emotions instantly, as if they were never there in the first place.
Rash and not one to think too deeply about certain matters, but that didn't mean she was stupid.
She was venting what little she could; letting her emotions run amok for a brief moment, as she knew that taking any action was impossible.
The mere difference in Lyra's and her strength dictated that she couldn't fight back. That wasn't even taking into account Adam's wrath, a deeper terror that doused her fiery rage.
To attack Lyra was to attack Adam's property.
So, Agri forced her body to move as she sat and sulked in the corner. Her posture that of resentful obedience.
She sat down on a rough chunk of stone, not looking at Lyra, but staring at the opposite wall opening with her feral yellow eyes, her entire body uncaring and unmoving.
Just like Lyra was uninterested in her, she would be the same; her master was the only one she was trying to please in the end. She only had to listen to her commands while doing the bare minimum.
She would obey, for now.
The hierarchy was clear, but the cold-war within it had just begun.
The rough, unfinished stone of the corner bit into Agri's thighs, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the annoyance within.
She sat with her back straight, every muscle coiled like a spring, her hands clenched into white-knuckled fists on her knees.
Before, she had submitted to Adam's will with a thrilling mixture of fear and excitement.
His dominance was a force of nature, a terrifying and addictive power that made submission feel like a privilege, a dangerous dance she was honored to be part of. When he commanded, it was an electric current that ran through her, a reaffirmation of her place at the foot of a god.
His every word and decree were blindly followed by her in such a state.
But this… this was different.
Lyra's command felt like a chain.
It was cold, entitled, and devoid of the raw, charismatic power that made Adam's rule exhilarating.
Without Adam present, Lyra's authority felt hollow, like a borrowed crown.
She would obey because Adam willed it.
But the moment his back was turned, the hierarchy she acknowledged began and ended with him.
Slowly, the trio sat in an awkward silence, high above in their tower.
Blair was indignant, but was forcing herself to attend to Lyra as best as she could. Agri's didn't care for Lyra, and would only appear willing in the presence of her master. All while Lyra didn't care for either of them, only lazily waiting for Adam.
In her mind, they were already her property.
Lyra's gaze occasionally sweep over them like they were furniture she was deciding how to arrange. Her innate ability to sense emotions, because she was a devil, made it so the hidden thoughts of the two demonesses weren't so hidden after all.
Though, she couldn't care less for their little schemes or plans.
Yet, as time slowly passed by, Lyra's thoughts started to shift slightly.
Why was waiting, no, what was she waiting for?
In her state of laziness, she didn't give much thought to what she wanted.
Sex?
Well of course, but what else?
Her sensual body moved from a side laying position, to lay completely flat on her back as she then started to stretch her stiff and tired body. Her body curved into a seductive arch as she stretched and thought, her small mouth letting out a small moan of comfort while her perky breast were pointed to the skies.
For the first time since that morning, she felt as if her mind started running again; taking in her current state.
What she discovered was faint hunger hidden by her physical aches, a heat and dryness that made her skin slightly uncomfortable, and most importantly, a stickiness that came from sweating and laying on the stained hides.
"Sigh~" She released reluctantly.
With more effort than it should have taken, she lifted her naked body off the bed and stood, her tall, powerful, and beautiful body shadowing that of Lyra's and Blair's. How she wished to wait for Adam to serve her, but she thought that taking advantage of these demons was the next best option.
"Clean the bed… you," She pointed to Agri with halfhearted wave of her hand, "And you, clean my body with water and cloth." She said to Blair.
Then she stood with her back, and her plump ass, turned to them as she waited for them to serve her.
"Yes, mistress." Blair, having already mentally prepared herself, moved to her as she retrieved the goblet filled with water.
Her hand move without restraint as she wiped the sweat off of Lyra's perfect body, each movement of her hand following the natural curves and valleys of her intoxicating figure.
Even she had to agree and understand as to why Adam was so infatuated with this devil; even as a female herself.
Not that same sex relationships were rare in hell…
Hearing the order, Agri stood up with a calm, profession expression as she made her way to the bed.
It wasn't that Agri was not annoyed or insulted, as she didn't extinguish her emotions; it was just that she compartmentalized them.
Any hesitation or anger would get her nowhere at the moment, so only by moving forward to please this mistress of hers could she hope to gain something.
Within her eyes, the storm was gone, and in its place was an eerie calm.
Suddenly, as Agri was adjusting a fur, that the air within the room shifted.
A power, familiar, presence washed over them.
Unknowingly, all 3 girls stilled as their anticipation rose up.
Adam has arrived.
Reaching the peak, Adam's mind was still a whirlwind of calculations; the complex schematics of the teleportation array and the dangerous deal with Kaelgor vying for his attention.
He ascended the final steps to the terrace, the weight of his risky ambitions were a tangible pressure that bore down on him with threat and hope.
But as he emerged into the open air of the peak, the scene before him acted like a key turning in a lock, shifting his focus entirely.
There they were.
His eyes glued to the beauties before him.
His collection…