The heavy stone door slammed shut, sealing the two royals from hell in the dim, intimate gloom of the swiftly built chamber.
The only light came from the faint, hellish glow that filtered through the narrow slits in the wall; painting everything in shades of crimson and shadow.
The air was thick with the scent of coarse leather, dusty stone, and the metallic, yet faintly sweet, scent of their blood.
Yet all gloomy scenery, distracting sounds, and scents were ignored by Adam; his gaze solely on his prize.
With a grunt of impatience, Adam let the hide cloak fall from his shoulders.
It piled on the floor behind him, revealing his naked form in all its powerful, terrifying glory.
Every cut on his chest and arms gleamed like dark nectar or jewels, her ferocity still present as her insidious dark mana ate away at his wounds. Faint demonic smoke rose as the openings healed with his own perpetual tenacity.
Between Adam's legs, his cock stood rigid and throbbing; a thick pillar of flesh that seemed to pulse with the same hellish energy that fueled the obelisk outside.
An obelisk, a 'tower' of its own.
It was a blatant, undeniable declaration of his intent.
Lyra, struggling to push herself up on trembling arms, froze.
Her dizzy, pain-fogged mind struggled to process the sight.
The sheer, intimidating size of him, the raw, predatory hunger in his burning eyes… it sent a jolt of pure, primal fear through her that cut through the nausea.
'No... no, not like this... not him...' Her thoughts were a mess.
In all of his scheming, in their earlier provocations that lead to the fight… it was only now that she was understanding why Adam had put so much effort into capturing her.
He sought to claim!
As Adam took a step forward, her dazed mind snapped.
A surge of adrenaline, fueled by terror and defiance, shot through her. She scrambled backward, trying to get her feet under her.
"Don't you touch me!" She snarled, tiny fangs revealed, her silver eyes wide with a wild light; like that of a prey cornered and desperate.
She knew exactly what he wanted.
His raging erection was a flag of conquest she would not let him plant in her!
Her petite feet scrambled to find ground, her desperate frantic movements caused her torn clothes to reveal more of herself in the process; enticing the already fervent Adam.
Suddenly, Lyra lunged, not away, but at him, as a last, desperate act.
Her hands, cloaked in weak, flickering shadows, clawed at his face.
But she was injured, disoriented, and, most importantly, he was expecting the attack.
Adam caught her wrists with effortless ease, his grip like iron. Then he used her own momentum to spin her around and slam her face-down onto the thick furs of the stone bed.
A short, fierce struggle ensued.
Lyra bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs kicking, and her cries muffled by the hides.
But Adam was immovable.
One hand pinned both of her wrists at her back. With the other, he grasped the fabric of her garment, a simple dark leather hide that was all she wore; or at least what was left of it.
"Shriek!" With a single tear, he ripped it from her body, the sound obscenely loud in the small room.
He shredded it away, followed by the soft undergarments beneath, until she lay utterly bare beneath him. Lyra was completely defenseless against his degrading actions.
The dim light caressed her naked form, and the sight stole the air from Adam's lungs.
Her skin was the color of rich caramel, smooth and seemingly flawless; the faint, elegant traces of shadow that whispered beneath its surface, like faint, ethereal lacework that came and faded into existence.
Her back was a long, graceful sweep that narrowed into an impossibly slender waist before flaring out to the perfect, round curves of her hips and butt. Her legs were long and toned, like a dancer's legs, yet now they trembled with fear, humiliation, and rage.
As he shifted his weight, he could see the side of one small, pert breast, its tip a tight, rosy bud. Her silver hair was fanned out around her head like a halo of moonlight on the dark, demonic furs.
A beautiful contrast of ethereal and demonic.
He leaned down, his chest pressing against her bare back, his mouth close to her pointed elf-ear. His breath was hot on her skin.
"You fought well," He murmured, his voice a low vibration that felt like it was inside her very bones.
"You have the fire of a true devil. But this..." He ground his hips against her, his hard length pressing against the ravine of her buttocks, "...this is where your rebellion ends."
He adjusted his position, his hand leaving her wrists to grip her hip, holding her firmly in place.
She was trapped, completely exposed.
He used his other hand to guide himself, the broad tip of his cock seeking and finding the entrance it craved. It pressed against her virgin slit; he was a hot pressure against her most intimate part.
Lyra stiffened, a gasp caught in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the pain, her entire body tensing in a final, futile act of resistance.
'Just get it over with, you animal!' She thought.
Her precious primordial yin was not something she cherished, rather it was the way it was being forcibly taken away, her humiliation and defeat, that made her angry.
Adam paused, the head of his cock just barely pressing into her entrance. He savored the moment, the ultimate conquest.
The addictiveness of victory spoils.
His voice dropped to a husky, possessive whisper that was both a promise and a threat.
"This is my reward for catching you, my little devil," He breathed into her ear, "And also your punishment for being caught."
He moved in a flash, his hands flipping her onto her back effortlessly.
The sudden movement made her head spin anew.
He loomed over her, his cut and bleeding chest heaving, his expression a terrifying mix of lust and absolute ownership. He leaned in quick and captured her lips in a spontaneous claiming kiss.
It was not an act of passion, but of domination, a seal upon his prize.
Lyra's silver eyes flew open wide in shock, the metallic pools reflecting his own gleaming red eyes...
"Mhhmmmm!" Lyra released a muffled scream.
Because, in that moment of stunned surprise, he pushed, and he had entered her!
There was no tenderness, no preparation.
He shoved his thick, rigid shaft into her in one ruthless stroke, tearing through the physical manifestation of her primordial yin in the process: her hymen.
"MffphMmphmMhhh!"
A muffled, agonized scream was trapped in her throat, swallowed by his relentless oral assault.
Her body went rigid, then bucked wildly beneath him, a frantic, involuntary response to the 'filling' invasion.
Her inner muscles clenched around him, the feeling painful, odd, and definitely new to her.