"Ahhgnnhgg!"
Agri's choked cry was one of pure, unadulterated rapture.
The angle was deeper and more invasive.
Each of his thrusts was a piston of perfect, brutal friction; rocking her entire body forward. Her face rubbed against the hides with every drive, her arms trembling as she struggled to hold the position.
The sound of their bodies meeting, of wet flesh slapping against flesh, echoed in the chamber: a raw and primal music.
He gripped her hips, his claws pricking her skin, holding her immobile as he took his pleasure, driving into her with a pace that was partly punishing and subtly a blessing.
A gift of god to his devotee.
Agri could only take it, her mind dissolving into a storm of sensation, her voice reduced to a continuous, blissful moan, chanting his name like a prayer into the leather beneath her.
But Adam's attention was not hers alone.
His hellish gaze, burning with possessive, insatiable fire, locked onto Blair over his shoulder.
Her pride was in tatters, her body coiled with a desperate, envious ache as she witnessed her rival being so thoroughly claimed.
She met his stare, her copper eyes wide, her lips parted as her own hand frantically worked between her legs, a poor substitute for the blessing he was exerting on Agri.
A sadistic smirk touched Adam's lips.
"Myyy Lorrddd Addd~"
With a final, deep thrust that made Agri scream his name to the obelisk's ceiling, he withdrew from her quivering body.
The fresh new load spilled out of Agri and onto the 'sheets' below.
Agri collapsed onto the furs, like a boneless, gasping wreck of bliss.
He turned, his own desire a raging inferno, and advanced to Blair.
There was no gentleness in his approach, only intent.
He grabbed the wrist of her hand that was pleasuring herself and pinned it above her head against the cold stone wall.
"Did I give you permission?" He growled, his voice a low rumble that went straight to her core.
Blair shook her head from side to side; breathless, beyond words. Her chest heaved, her peaked nipples hard and begging for attention.
"No," He agreed, his free hand sliding down her seductive body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip.
"You watch. You learn. And you wait for your turn."
His fingers found her wetness, and she cried out, her back arching off the wall.
But he didn't give her what she wanted; instead, his touch was teasing and torturous.
He circled her clit with a maddening slowness, his eyes watching every flicker of frustration and need cross her face.
"This is what you want?" He murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "To be used like she was? To be taken until you can't remember your own name?"
"Yes, Master! Please!" She begged, the words torn from her, all pride incinerated in the fire of her desires.
"Then beg better," He commanded, his tone absolute, even as his fingers finally, mercifully, plunged his tips into her tight folds.
"Hnngg!"
Blair's world exploded into sensation.
Her head slammed back against the stone, a scream ripped from her throat as he filled her. It was different from Agri's taking, laced with a cruel, exquisite torment.
He had a shallow rhythm, each stroke hitting a spot within her that made her see stars.
His other hand, however, did not continue its torturous circles on her clit. Rather, it slid down over the curve of her ass, his thumb pressing against the tight, forbidden pucker of her anus.
A jolt of shock and profound humiliation went through Blair.
This was an act for lesser demons, for broken, utterly depraved things.
It was a violation of the pride she wore like armor.
But as his thumb pressed insistently, a slickness, one she didn't know she was capable of providing, eased the way!
The shock was seared away by a bolt of blinding, unexpected pleasure.
A broken, shuddering moan was torn from her, a sound utterly unbecoming of a demoness with her pride.
He pushed.
One finger, slick with her own arousal, breached her there.
Blair's body went rigid for a split second, a final, futile stand of her pride. Her anus clenched tight around the intrusion, a reflexive, faux attempt to pull away, to deny this ultimate surrender.
Adam stilled his movements within her, leaning down so his lips were at her ear.
"Does my proud little flame not like this?" He whispered, the question a taunt, "Should I stop? Leave you empty and unsatisfied?"
Below them, Agri had pushed herself up on weak arms, her yellow eyes gleaming with vicious, taunting delight at Blair's humiliation.
Her mocking gaze was a knife at her heart, going against the pleasure spearing her.
Blair was trapped.
The pleasure was a tidal wave, too immense, too good to deny.
The humiliation was a fire burning her pride to ash.
Caught between the two, her body betrayed her.
"Mmhhm~"
A pathetic, desperate whimper escaped her. She shook her head, her face turned away, unable to meet his eyes or Agri's.
"Words, Blair," Adam demanded, his voice hardening.
He began to move his finger inside her again; a slow, torturous corkscrew motion that made her toes curl.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me what your body is begging for."
Shame and overwhelming sensation collided as she let herself go.
"N-no... don't stop..." She gasped.
"Where don't you want me to stop?" He insisted, his movements within her anus beginning again, matching the rhythm of her own clenching.
She spoke in humiliation, the words a final, crushing defeat.
"M-my... my ass... please... I like it... I like your finger in my ass..." The admission was the most humiliating moment of her existence
Yet, it sent a fresh, violent shudder of pleasure through her, much to her distress.
The feeling of doing such a humiliating action for her lord… it gave her a sense of euphoria she couldn't explain!
"Good girl," He purred, and the praise, earned through such degradation, was more potent than any drug.
He worked her with ruthlessness, his finger stroking that deep, secret pucker, and his free hand on her swollen clit until the dual sensations became one overwhelming wave.
Against the black wall, Blair was pressed as she let her hands fall to her side, with her master playing with her body as he saw fit.
"Ummmphhh~"
Her orgasm was immense!
It ripped through her with a force that was a deeply humiliating, yet exquisite, violation of her most private entrance.
The physical pleasure mixed with the mental excitement to make her reach a previously unknown high.
She screamed, her body convulsing around him, her vision whiting out completely.
As her cries subsided into ragged, broken moans, Adam smiled in deep, twisted delight.
He withdrew his finger from her used body, watching her tremble in the aftermath of her shameful peak.
She was broken, remade, and branded more deeply than ever.
The feedback from her mental state feeding into his body in a way that was both delicious and addictive!
The erotic pleasure of having her beloved pride trampled by the one she sought to please, conflicted with who Blair was, with her dignity.
Her soul warped and struggled to find stable ground in this new and terrifying territory
Adam observed with delight.
Adam's mastery over emotions, feelings, and thoughts reached greater heights through this little 'experiment'.
A mastery of sin.