At the side, Agri's initial, scalding envy had undergone a terrifying transformation.
At first, she was envious, knowing that her master had chosen Blair over her.
But as she watched Blair's brutal taking, a primal fear had seized her, witnessing first hand, and understanding of the pain being inflicted.
Her angle made it so she could vividly see the expressions that Blair had tried to hide from her master.
The blood and tremors made Agri pucker her ass and anus in fear of receiving the same attention.
But that fear had then curdled into something darkly thrilling.
Seeing the proud, beautiful Blair reduced to a broken mess, her body used in such a humiliating and painful way, sent a jolt of twisted arousal through Agri's.
The suffering was a spectacle, and her own horniness, far from fading, became intertwined with a sadistic thrill.
Blair's agony had become Agri's aphrodisiac.
She had used her suffering to reach climax after climax; her groin turned sore, while her body trembled from exhaustion and over stimulation.
Adam paid no mind to his depraved audience.
He reached down and grabbed Blair by the back of her neck, and then hauled her limp, trembling body up.
He brought her face close to his, her exhausted, pained expression and glazed eyes were inches from his burning, merciless gaze.
The various emotions and sensations had caused her demonic mind to ache as if she were struck in the head. Too much surged through, that even her physique as a demon was not enough to shake the aches.
"You put on a good show, my little flame," Adam whispered, his low voice forcing her attention onto him, "All that perfect submission... but I could smell the lie on you. I could feel your body's refusal. Do you think such actions should go unpunished?" He gave her a slight, cruel chuckle, not allowing her to answer, "This is only the begging. You are going to learn to truly submit. You are going to learn to like it. You are going to learn to crave the feeling of my cock tearing your ass open."
Blair closed her eyes, surprisingly expecting his words, and his future actions.
Such was his nature, for she had been with him shortly, but he done nothing to hide his 'unique' personally.
Still, words hit Blair like a physical blow.
He had known, he had seen through her desperate facade at the very beginning.
Her acting, her calculated obedience, had been a pointless play. One she knew that he would use as an excuse to punish her.
'Punish~'
Her as trembled while her sore anus subconsciously clenched once again.
She opened her eyes and her gaze met his; fear, obedience, and lust…
"Yes master~ I will learn to obey, to make you happy. That is my desire." Blair said with an exhausted, yet sexy expression.
Her body weakly held on, trembling and sweating, while her gaze was glazed and her tongue was out like a parched dog.
Oh how her body craved to be punished.
Adam grinned at her response.
It was the result he wanted from training Blair so thoroughly.
He planted her face down into the soaked hides again, her bruised cheek pressed against the cooling dampness.
Feeling herself shoved into the same position, she groaned as she leaned in further, arching her back as her hardened nipples were pressed against the hides. She strenuously moved her head to the side, allowing her to glance back towards her master; her trembling eyes filled with various emotions as she reached back and grabbed her ass once more.
Presenting herself fully to her tormentor.. towards her source of pleasure.
She gently swayed her hips as a subtle signal, an invitation for him once more.
His cock, still slick and sore from the constant fucking, aligned once more with her torn, gaping entrance.
He could feel the inflamed, tender flesh quivering around the tip.
Blair's mind, in that final second before the violation recommenced, was a whirlwind of shattered thoughts.
There was no more fight.
No more deception.
To learn to like it.
To twist her own mind until this agony became pleasure, until this humiliation became worship.
As he began to push back inside, a fresh wave of searing pain making her vision whiten, a single thought formed in her broken mind.
'I… love this.'
With a strong push, the 'punishment' commenced.
The chamber was quickly filled with the raw, unadulterated carnality from before.
The air, thick and heavy, was saturated with the pungent aroma of sex, sweat, and the faint, floral scent of a certain fluid.
Adam's powerful body was the epicenter of the storm, a machine of unrelenting demonic vigor.
Before him, Blair was bent over, her body quivering in ecstatic suffering.
Adam's hips pistoned with a brutal, wanton force; each deep, penetrating thrust into her ravaged asshole drawing a choked, whimpering cry from her lips.
Yet, her expression was one of pleasure.
Her rear entrance was a vice around his monstrous cock; a sensation of exquisite, punishing, pushing and suction.
Her body was moving more in response to him, adjusting to the pain, and pushing itself to seek more.
"Smack!"
Adam couldn't but slap her jiggling ass, garnering a moan, and increasing her clenching force.
Despite the overwhelming stimulation, Adam's hellish eyes, burning with predatory awareness, turned to his queen.
Lyra lay on her back nearby, her body a beautiful wreck.
Exhaustion painted dark circles under her silver eyes, and a deep, pleasant soreness radiated from her well-used cunt.
Yet, even in her dazed, sore state, a familiar, insistent heat began to coil deep within her inner thighs.
She had passed out from the intensity of his earlier fucking, but her devilish body, craving his dominance, had already awakened, hungry for more.
"Mhmm~"
A soft, almost needy whimper escaped her, a silent plea lost in the cacophony of Blair's moans, but not to Adam's ears.
Her hand was slowly traversing her own sore entrance, finding pleasure in watching him corrupt Blair.
A wicked grin touched Adam's lips.
He didn't stop his relentless thrusting within Blair, but he raised his hand, and crooking a finger.
Agri, who had been watching from the periphery with a hunger that made her thighs slick, needed no further invitation.
She had been waiting.
Her body seemed to slithered forward, her naked, blue-tinged body pressing against his side, her hard nipples scraping against his arm in almost an instant.
'If only she could have moved as fast when running from Blair...' The thought couldn't help but surge in his mind momentarily before he cast it aside.
Grabbing her slim waist, Adam pulled her in and captured her mouth in a deep, invading kiss; his tongue plunging past her several sharp teeth, tasting her squirming, long tongue.
His hips were simultaneously slapping against Blair's fleshy ass.
He pulled back, breath mingling with hers.
"The queen looks neglected," He growled, his voice a husky command over the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, "Take care of her while I'm busy… taking care of this one."
Agri's feral yellow eyes glinted with immediate, fervent obedience.
Any lingering envy or hatred she held for Lyra was incinerated in the furnace of her desire to please her master.
Had Lyra requested it, she would have had reluctance, but for her master?
To her, his words were law, a command that she wouldn't hesitate to achieve.
The branding Adam had carved into her was by far the most complete, and the most perfect.
Agri moved seductively as she crawled over the bed with a predatory grace, her focus absolute.
She positioned herself between Lyra's spread, trembling thighs. Agri's pale-blue ass spread and pointed upwards, while her head dove down low.
Without a hint of hesitation, she lowered her head and her long, slick, and agile tongue darted out, delivering a broad, flat lick to Lyra's swollen, sensitive folds and her swollen clit.