Agri was on fire.
Her pale-blue skin, usually the color of twilight sky, was flushed with a deeper blue, shimmering with a fine layer of perspiration.
The symmetrical, serrated black cuts on her cheeks seemed darker, more pronounced against her heated skin, accenting her face in demonic way.
Her slender, toned body was arched, every muscle taut with anticipation. Her breasts were perky, firm mounds tipped with nipples the color of dark sapphires; pebbled and desperate for his touch. Her narrow waist flared into hips that were both strong and flexible, leading down to legs that seemed to go on forever, only ending in clawed toes that dug expectantly into the furs.
Between her legs, the very core of her was on display: glistening, swollen, and leaking a continuous, thick stream of translucent fluids in anticipation; darkening the already dark hide beneath her.
It was inviting.
Adam didn't hesitate.
He descended upon her.
His mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue plunging deep into her hot and wet mouth, tasting her unique taste: a mix of sweet, spice, and something uniquely, addictively Agri.
His hands were not gentle.
They roamed her body with a possessive roughness. One hand roughly groping and kneading her breast, pinching the dark nipple until she gasped into his mouth. The other hand gripped the plump, perfect curve of her ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh, pulling her body harder against his.
Foreplay was an unnecessary delay.
He craved fulfillment, a violent claiming, to sear his ownership into her very soul.
He broke the kiss, his demonic ember eyes burning down at her.
With a single shift of his hips, he aligned the massive, throbbing tip of his length; a truly intimidating instrument of flesh and intent, against her virgin entrance.
The pause was a fraction of eternity; their gazes locked onto one another.
He pushed in hard.
A sharp, groan of pain was torn from Agri's throat, her body seizing up.
The invasion was a brutal, tearing, stretching agony that was utterly foreign.
Yet, in the same instant, a seismic wave of pleasure, so intense it was indistinguishable from the pain, exploded through her core.
Her hips bucked, her ass twitched violently against the furs, and a fresh gush of her fluids released as her body, in its insanely sensitive state, reached a shocking and immediate climax from the sheer act of having her virginity taken!
It was a paradox of sensation, of a sharp pain and the blinding, sinful ecstasy of feeling him within her, fused into one overwhelming reality.
Her thoughts were a shattered mosaic.
'Pain! It hurts! Master... it's too much!'
But woven through the pain was a golden thread of euphoria.
'He's inside me. He's claiming me. I'm his. Finally, finally, FINALLY!'
A delirious pride swelled through the agony.
'He chose me. He wanted this. He wants me!'
Though her vision swam and her mind felt fractured, her body acted on pure, instinctual need.
Her long, seductive legs, powerful and sleek, wrapped around his waist. Her elegant and lethal feet locking at his back, pulling him deeper, accepting every inch of his invasion.
She was surrendering completely, offering herself up as a vessel for his wrath and his lust.
Adam answered.
He began to move, but not with rhythm, and instead with a relentless, pile-driving force. Each thrust was burying his immense length deeper into her clutching, scorching folds.
The sounds as violent as the actual action.
Demon bodies were built for this ferocity that would destroy a mortal body. Their tenacity and adaptability long evolved to accept this form of coupling.
Agri could feel every inch of him, a stretching, filling presence that seemed to touch her very core. She could feel the bulge of him deep inside her, see her abdomen surge with a tangible proof of his impressive size.
Her eyes, wide with a mix of pain and rapture, rolled back into her head as another, even more powerful climax ripped through her.
This one was a convulsing, trembling earthquake that left her shuddering and moaning beneath him, her body convulsing around him, milking him with involuntary spasms of painful, yet intoxicating pleasure.
She was being broken and remade with every savage thrust, her very being dissolving into the singular, glorious purpose of being her master's sexual outlet.
The air in the chamber, in the cell-like room, was thick, hot, and heavy with the musky scent of sex and sin.
It was a sacred profane space of demonic indulgence.
Agri was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her world reduced to the presence of her master above her; of her master inside her.
Every powerful, relentless thrust of his hips was a claim, a reward, and a punishment she craved.
Her back arched off the stone slab, desperately offering of her body to her utmost. Her clawed fingers scrapped against the thick demon hides beneath her, tearing serrated gnashes in the leather as wave after wave of pleasure-pain coursed through her body.
"Oh, Master! Yes! Yesss!", her voice was a hoarse, broken, rising into sharp, wails with every deep penetration.
"F-fill your s-slut! Claim your r-reward! Ahnng!"
Her words devolved into slurred moans, demonic curses, and pleas.
A litany of worship for the devil who was ruining her and reforging her all at once.
"Mine! I'm yours! Only yours!"
The hides and furs beneath them were soaked dark; a shimmering testament to her ecstasy.
A distinctive sliver of her virgin blood mingled with the sweet, slick abundance of her arousal; creating a unique perfume that filled the room.
A delicious scent; Adam licking his lips, savoring the taste.
Through a narrow gap in the crude stone doorway, a pair of eyes burned with a fire hotter than any hellfire.
Blair watched, her body pressed against the cold rock, every muscle taut with an agonizing mix of envy and unbearable arousal.
'He chose her. That clumsy, opportunistic shadow-rat. Because she threw herself in front of a blade?' Her thoughts were silent, screaming.
The injustice of it was physical, a wound deeper than any weapon could inflict.
'It should be me! My grace! My control! My body wrapped around him! I am more worthy!'
Her pride was a shattered, her eyes reflecting Agri's blissful defilement.