"Haha~"
A short silence, the building tension, was soon cut short by Adam's amused chuckle.
Her arrogance, her effortless entitlement to privilege, was not an insult, instead it was a delight!
In the same way demonic females were twistedly attracted to strength, dominance, and even forced subjugation; the male side was most attracted, or more lenient, of females with strong personalities and attitudes.
It also proved that his branding, his promise, was taking root; that she was embracing her new role at his side.
"Of course, my little queen," He cut the silence, his voice rich with amusement and approval.
In one smooth, powerful motion, he bent and scooped her back into his arms, arranging her in a princess carry against his chest.
He adjusted his long cloak, bundling her within its folds so that only her head and the slender, elegant bare feet and calves were visible.
Cradled against him, she seemed both protected and proudly displayed.
A flash of surprise crossed her gaze as she subconsciously loosened her taunt muscles; an expected strike that wasn't needed anymore.
Agri and Blair, who had been standing by with the massive hide, watched the exchange with faces carved from stone.
Their expressions were expressionless masks, but the depths of their eyes churned with a maelstrom of intense shock and burning envy.
They had fought and bled for scraps of his attention. They had endured punishments and humiliations.
They had earned their place!
Yet here was this new devil, this tanned-skinned elf devil, being carried like a precious treasure up towards the obelisk for no other reason than she had asked.
The injustice of it was a physical pain; the disparity of their places within his heart had shown just how painfully vast the chasm was.
Adam began the ascent.
His powerful legs carrying them effortlessly up the carved steps. Lyra let one arm drape around his neck, while her small and delicate bounced up and down with his every stride. A smug, lazy contentment welled up in her heart as she waved her lithe feet, dangling outside the cloak; an unintended, silent, gloating taunt to the two demonesses who followed closely behind.
Blair and Agri trailed them in silence.
Their minds lost in bitter daydreams; imagining a future where they were the ones being carried, where their every whims were met with such indulgence.
A dream that seemed too far from reality…
Adam, for his part, paid the envious duo no mind, widening the distance between them as they were lost in a daze.
His focus was on the bundle in his arms.
He could feel the softness of her body through the cloak, the gentle weight of her against his chest. The lingering scent of sex, mixed with her unique fragrance; her flora aroma, mixed with a touch of sweet-blood, was an intoxicating perfume.
He wasn't just carrying a prize; he was enjoying the physical proof of his conquest, the living, breathing embodiment of his power and her submission.
Each step upward was a pleasure, a king ascending to his throne with his greatest treasure secured in his arms. The captured spoils of his conquest.
The climb was swift for Adam.
Once they reached the room overlooking the half-built portal and the bustling basin below, Adam gently set Lyra down.
Her bare feet, elegant and slender, met the warm, smooth stone. Hell's constantly high temperature was made sure by the scorching light constantly bathing the peak.
The moment they were out of view from the prying eyes below, the display of modesty ended.
With a shrug of his shoulders, the large cloak slid from his body, pooling at his feet. He stood before her, fully revealed.
At 2.5 meters tall, his body was a masterpiece, an embodiment, of a devil's perfect bloodline and power.
Every corded muscle, the faint silvery lines of his healed wounds, the proud, dark horns, and the thick, impressive length of his cock, already stiffening again and saluting out with blatant intent.
Lyra's own nakedness was unveiled as his cloak fell away.
At 2.1 meters, standing half a head taller than the demoness's, her seductive body was a mixture of elegance and lethal power.
The light brown skin accentuated the subtle shadow veins that manifested occasionally as physical proof to her affinity towards shadows. The delicate curve of her hips and the pertness of her breasts seemed to have been perfectly carved by a master. Between her thighs, her regal appearance was challenged, as a thin, glistening trail of his seed was already leaking from her tight slit; a visceral testament to the hours of raw, animalistic claiming they had just shared.
Lyra's gaze drifted downward, then back up to his face, her liquid mercury eyes widening slightly.
A complex cocktail of emotions warred within her.
There was a hint of sheer exasperation.
A silent 'again?!' that echoed in the back of her throat.
There was a thread of genuine fear for her already sore and thoroughly ravaged body.
Yet, coiling beneath it all, to her own shame, was a subtle, unwelcome pulse of anticipation. It was a deep, physical longing that his brutal possession had awoken within her.
"There is no way you can be ready again," She said, her voice a mix of disbelief and slight hesitation, "We just... it has only been a few… w-we did 'it' for hours~"
The memory of those hours, a blur of sweat, pain, and shocking, overwhelming pleasure, made her thighs tremble slightly. Her tail subconsciously carcasses her thigh as a tingle of pleasure ran through her.
Adam just chuckled in pure amusement.
Her excitement and fear only fueled his desire more.
He stepped forward, making Lyra instinctively take a half-step back, before she realized her action and stood forward in defiance. Her proud face revealed itself once more as she didn't want to appear weak or fearful in his presence.
Adam closed the distance, his body head mingling with hers, their gazes locking into one another as both of their breaths became increasingly heated.
"Pa!"
Then, his hand shot out suddenly, delivering a sharp, stinging slap to her ass that made her jump and gasp.
The slap to her ass was exactly the same as before; it caused Lyra's mind to short-wire for a moment, before she fought the lingering confusion and lust.
Adam smiled, for contamination was to set triggers, routine… to find a weakness and slowly corrode it, transform it...
Branding had endless avenues of approach...
"Are you telling me what I can and cannot do, little devil?" Adam purred, his fingers digging into the flesh he'd just struck, "Or are you telling yourself you don't want it again?"
Lyra's cheeks flushed with a mix of indignation and that traitorous arousal. She looked away, her pride wrestling with the undeniable truth her body was screaming.
"I...", She started, then her voice dropped to a whisper, the fight leaving her in a resigned sigh that was itself a form of submission, "...It is just a lot to take."
She accepted him, and her desires, it was just that she didn't, or couldn't, get used to the humiliation and degradation that was 'paid' in order to get her sexual desires fulfilled.
'Whatever… it is only this beast that will get to do this to me~' She thought in acceptance, her eyes alighting with lust at the thought.
Before Adam could press his advantage, the sound of footsteps announced Agri and Blair's arrival. They stepped onto peak, a massive leather hide carried by both of them.
Their eyes immediately took in the scene: their master, fully erect and clearly on the verge of taking his new prize again, and Lyra, standing there with his seed visibly leaking down her thigh, and an undeniable look of anticipation poorly hidden in her eyes.
A fresh wave of bitter envy washed over them, so potent it was a tangible force.
Adam didn't even look at them, his gaze still locked on Lyra.
"Cut the hide," He commanded, his voice leaving no room for discussion, "Make it fit your queen."
His own lust was barely suppressed as he stepped back.
Lyra had a flash of annoyance and disappointment flash in her eyes too, but said nothing.
The word queen hung in the air, a branding on both the listeners and the recipient. The word 'Queen' had underlying, mystical, and hidden affects to those who listened.
Agri and Blair stiffened, but bowed their heads, "Yes, Master," they murmured in unison, their voices semi-strained.