A deep, profound sense of satisfaction coursed through Adam's chest.
He looked down at the beautiful deviless beneath him.
Her eyes were closed, deep in slumber from the overwhelming sensations, while a cute frown furrowed her eyebrows. Her cheeks were blushed, while her ass was bruised. Drool spilled from her parted mouth, while liquids leaked from her violated holes.
Faint bruises and cuts still painted her body from their initial conflict; her broken arms being the most obvious.
Feisty, stubborn, and most importantly: strong!
Even during all she had just gone through, not a single tear escaped her eyes, not a flame of defiance faded.
He could feel through the nascent brand that was starting to take form, that she still held resistance to him, disgust to being used, and the faintest of understanding, of acceptance, that she had indeed liked certain aspects of this unwelcome ordeal.
Pleasure.
"Rhmmm~"
A faint moan escaped her lips as she moved slightly; most likely feeling the duality of her aching body fighting against the tingling sensations.
Her slow moving body was captivating in its own right.
With a grip that was both possessive and rough, he hooked a finger under Saphira's chin and pulled her face up towards his.
Her eyes were blank, empty pools of molten brass, all the cunning and fire extinguished; at that moment she struggled to find the energy to fight back.
A small part of her mind already knew that she was beyond violated, that anymore wouldn't change anything.
So why fight?
Only if her life was threatened would she be forced to awaken.
'…So for now, let me gather my energy…' She half-consciously thought.
But why would Adam give her what she wants?
"Such a tight ass," He pulled in close to her ear and whispered.
As he said so, he gave one of her bruised buttocks a rough, possessive squeeze.
"It felt amazing, clenching around me like a starving wench," A flicker of light reappeared in Saphira's mind as she heard his insults.
Just a flicker though, as she resigned herself to humiliation after the briefest of moments; he had already done it, why argue.
Especially now that she was exhausted.
Adam smirked, seeing that she was making calculated concessions. No longer caring about a battle that she had already lost. Cutting off a limb that was no longer useful.
It would be a lie if he said he wasn't fond of her tenacity and wit.
Unable to resist her dull, almost cold gaze, he leaned down and captured her small mouth with his own in a deep, invasive kiss.
His tongue plunged past her lips, asserting dominance, violating the last intimate sanctuary of her body; the last 'unclaimed hole'.
"Mhmm~"
She offered no resistance, only emitting weak moans that were muffled against his mouth.
The taste of her saliva was strong, yet sweet and intoxicating. Her smaller tongue weakly and awkwardly moved around his; unwillingly entangling into a dance of passion.
Feeling his lips on hers, with his tongue licking and caressing her tongue, she couldn't muster the disgust or reluctance that she wanted to.
It felt… alright?
Good even?
Lost in the kiss, Adam's tall and strong body pressed deeper into her voluptuous and toned body.
She felt his heat more clearly this time, the strength in his muscles, and subtle pleasure of his dick still inside of her.
Before, Adam was fucking her doggy style, giving her no sense of closeness or warmth. He was just venting his anger and desire on her body like a toy or doll.
Therefore, she was unaware of his smoldering, smothering heat…
In the same way Adam was evaluating her, or how Agri, Blair, and even Lyra assessed him, she to was doing the same.
The primitive, instinctive part of her mind, the part that was completely fiendish, had accepted Adam as the stronger male who had subjugated her; not finding the loss of battle, or her virginity, to be in vain.
He had proved himself worthy in strength, appearance, and 'prowess'.
Her hazy thoughts were disturbed as Adam stopped in invasion of her mouth.
"Plop!"
When he finally pulled back, he withdrew his massive, glistening cock from her ravaged body with a wet, obscene sound.
Released from his strong grip, Saphira's body flopped bonelessly onto the furs, laying sprawled and exhausted.
Her 6-foot frame, which had not long ago moved with proud, predatory grace, was now listless and battered. His tall height, now 3 meters tall after having reached the high-tier of the lesser realm, dwarfed her seductive body.
His size had been too much; her ravaged holes slowly closed, appearing as if they were mending themselves from the damage that they had endured. His copious amounts of thick seed were leaking onto the dark hides.
Luckily she was a devil, as the delicate tissues were undoubtedly damaged; her supernatural healing would recover not only her injuries sustained during her fight, but also those gained from Adam's ravenous sex.
Only her broken arms and chest, adorned by an imprinted fist mark, refused to heal properly. The demonic energies Adam had struck her with were still subtly corroding and preventing recovery to those sections of her body.
"Hmm~ hmm, ahhh!"
A sudden, lewd and unexpectedly cute sounding moan, and a series of wet, frantic slurping, snapped Adam's attention away from admiring Saphira.
He turned his head to see Lyra, at the cusp of her own climax.
She was seated, her back arched elegantly, one of her hands tangled in Agri's silky black hair, holding the demoness's face firmly buried between her thighs.
Agri's long, soft tongue was the source that was driving Lyra over the edge.
Lyra's head was thrown back, her slender revealed in its entirety, and her eyes were squinted in pleasure.
"Mhmmmmm~"
A soothing sigh escaped her lips as her orgasm washed through her.
Her silver eyes squeezed shut, her expression a mixture of intense pleasure and haughty entitlement.
Her pride was stoked by forcing Agri to pleasure her. The feeling was completely different from Adam, and she was the one in control, the dominate one, in this situation.
Finally, a full-body tremor caused her enticing pointed breast to jiggle as Lyra's climax subsided.
Her eyes fluttered open, the liquid silver pools now sharp and focused.
With a gesture of utter contempt And carelessness, she released Agri's hair and shoved the demoness aside as if discarding a used napkin. Then, with the innate, predatory grace of a hunting panther, she rose and strode towards Adam.
At 2.1 meters tall, she was elegant, devilish power manifested.
Her light-brown skin seemed to glow in the hellish light, her body a perfect hourglass figure with long, powerful legs, wide child-bearing hips that swayed with a hypnotic rhythm, and a narrow, elegant waist that accentuated the erotic bounce of her full, heavy breasts with every step she took.
Adam's lust, momentarily sated by Saphira, roared back to life at the sight of her.
He knew he should be focused on the several powerful devil signatures waiting just beyond the barrier, ones he reluctantly noticed during his 'exercise', but his insatiable, primal desire for his little queen said otherwise.
It was a need to reaffirm his ownership of her as well.
Yet, before he could move to pin her down and lose himself in her familiar heat, Lyra bypassed him entirely.
Her gaze was fixed on the listless Saphira.
In one swift, vicious motion, she leaned down and grabbed a fistful of Saphira's tangled black hair, yanking her head up from the furs with a brutal jerk that made the semi-unconscious deviless gasp in pain.
"Has this little slut had enough?" Lyra's voice was cold, dripping with condescension and a surprisingly fierce, territorial possessiveness.
She shook Saphira's head slightly, like a cat with a captured mouse. Saphira winced in pain as the pain demanded focus, making her open her eyes to this unexpected deviless.
"Because that's all you're getting, you useless sack of meat."
This was her domain, and Adam was hers.
She had let Adam vent his rage and dominance on the one who dared to assassinate him, but now that he had his fun, she decided they no longer needed her!