Responding to his rough touch, Agri's natural bone armor receded with a soft, organic sound; melting back into the plates on her ribcage and her hips, like a tide pulling away from the shore.
In an instant, she was utterly bare before him.
Her pale blue breasts, tipped with hard, dusky nipples, jutted out. The smooth mound of her vulva was already glistening with arousal, and her toned, smooth thighs trembled in excitement.
It was a lewd, beautiful sight, and every inch of it was a mockery to the envious demoness forced to watch at the side.
Adam's hands slid down to her plump, toned ass, gripping the soft flesh.
With a grunt of effort, he lifted one of her legs, spreading her open, exposing the dripping, tight entrance of her pussy.
The subtly or decorum of preparation was non-existent.
In one powerful thrust, he drove into her.
"Hyykkk!"
Agri cried out, a sharp, ragged sound of pleasure-pain as he filled her, stretching her unbearably, perfectly around his girth.
He fell back onto the stone bed layered with thick hides, pulling her down atop him so she straddled his hips.
For a moment, she was frozen, impaled, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around his invasion. Then, a primal instinct took over. Her hands braced on his hard chest, her sharp nails pricking his skin, and she began to move.
Quickly, adapting with uncanny instinct, her body became an instrument of erotic motion.
She rose up, his length almost sliding out of her, before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt. Her thick, round ass jiggled and bounced with every frantic, desperate stroke; a hypnotic rhythm of flesh on flesh. Her speed only increasing, alongside with her euphoria.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
The slick, wet sounds of their joining filled the open room; in addition to her ragged moans and his low, growls and grunts.
She rode him with a savage grace, her head thrown back, her body covered in sweat-glazed skin and elastic muscle. Every bounce was dedicated to reinforcing her master's choice, and her own victorious ecstasy.
The chamber at the peak was a world of its own, indifferent to the cooling hellscape outside.
Adam's earlier focus, his diligence and calmness, had shattered and become replaced by a consuming, physical hunger.
In moments like this, in indulgence of this new and addictive drug, did Adam realize that he truly didn't care about anything else. His fatigue, his enemies, nor the dangerous waters he was still in; all of it was thrown into the back of his mind as he held the soft, supple body of the demoness before him.
And he knew that it wouldn't end there, for he had just opened a gate, yet had only taken a single step towards the other side.
An endless array of species, of different types of women, of which he wanted to obtain them all! His goals were no longer just on Agri nor Blair; his sight extended far beyond into the horizon. He sought to conquer, to steal, to break; to indulge in his birth right, in what was once denied to him.
To crave, to feel, obtaining anyone he sets his sights on!
Within his domain, he would be the Hegemon of Lust!
"Swoosh."
In a violent motion, Adam moved positions.
Agri was beneath him, her seductive body arching off the demon hide, her body responding to the relentless thrusting of his hips with her own insatiable movements.
Her body was a perfect vice, a slippery, suction of warmth that seemed to want to ensnare him for eternity.
With every deep, pistoning thrust, Adam could feel an incredible pull: a rhythmic, milking pressure that coiled tight around his cock, as if her very essence was trying to draw out his very soul. It was a sensation beyond mere tightness; it was a greedy, pulling him deeper, demanding everything he had.
A groan was torn from his throat.
One hand, which had been braced beside her head, moved to grab the short, silky black hair at her nape. He pull her upper body closer, arching her back until her shaking, pale-blue breasts were presented to his mouth.
He didn't hesitate.
His lips closed around one peaked, dark nipple, his tongue tasting the sensitive bud before his teeth closed around it in a firm bite.
"Nynngg!"
The effect was electric: Agri's body seized as a broken, stuttering cry ripped from her throat.
Her eyes, feral yellow orbs, were completely unfocused, seeing nothing. Her mouth hung open, slack, a continuous stream of saliva dripping from the corner to drip to her own chin and the hides beneath her.
She was utterly lost, pure sensation was her only anchor.
"M-M-Master! Ah! Ah, yesss! S'good... so g-good!" She stuttered, the words slurred and incoherent, "M-More! Please! 'S milking you... feel it? Wanna... wanna take all-nnngh!-all of you! Gonna... gonna break! Hah... haaah...b-breakinggg!"
Her moans were a continuous, desperate slurry of praises, begging him, completely surrendering to the waves of pleasure he was unleashing within her.
And Blair watched.
On her knees a few feet away, her pride and jealousy hated the scene before her, but it was being overwritten by a hotter, more urgent fire.
The same feeling as before festered within her, changing shifting thoughts and preconceived opinions on the matter.
She used to wince in disgust when she found her kin fucking wildly within hell's forrest or deep in a cavern. She had even killed off several lustful demons who had tried to take her body by force; never understanding why they would risk their lives for such a foolish thing.
She only ever thought of using her body as a transaction, like when she had first met Adam; to use her body to obtain his favor, his resources, and his protection as a result.
Yet now…
She saw the thick, veined length of Adam's cock pistoning into Agri's dripping depths with a powerful, hypnotic rhythm.
She saw the way Agri's body convulsed with each thrust, the way her expression was one of utterly shameless, melted ecstasy. The way a fountain of her 'excitement' would burst at every thrust from his cock.
Blair couldn't bear it anymore.
"Fwoosh~"
With a thought, the sleek, obsidian-like armor that usually covered her nude form retracted, folding back into the natural bone plates at her ribs and hips with a soft sound.
Her naked body was revealed, a vision of blazing perfection.
Her skin was the color of pale-red, smooth and seemingly flawless. Her breasts were high and firm, tipped with nipples the color of burnt rose, already pebbled and aching. The slender curve of her waist flared into hips made perfectly for gripping. Between her legs, a glistening, slick evidence of her arousal already gathered; a single, thick stream of her lewd liquids tracing a path down her inner thigh.
The sight of Agri's debauchery, the sounds of her pleasure, the raw display of her master's power; it had made her so wet it was an embarrassment, yet it demanded to be filled.
"Mhhhmm~"
Her hands moved to her own breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Her copper eyes were fixed on the mating pair, her breath ragged, releasing envious gasps.
She was dripping, throbbing, her desire torturous, forced to witness someone she wished was her instead.
Although, that was only her thoughts since she could have left when ever she wanted, as nobody was stopping her…
Blair was desperate for her turn, craving to feel that same possession, to be the one violated beneath their master's glorious body, to bear every ounce of his contamination, every drop of his seed.
The chamber was thick with the scent of sex.
Agri, her lithe, gleaming blue body rode Adam frantically, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her sharp claws digging into his powerful chest.
Each bounce of her hips on his cock was a masterful clenching, milking, drawing him deeper toward his peak.
Blair, driven to the edge by the raw display, by the agonizing need coiling in her crotch, instinctively brought her hand down between her legs; to 'help' her reach her own peak.
Her fingers, trembling with desire, were mere inches from touching her own dripping, virgin slit, from circling the swollen, aching, throbbing nub of her clit, when suddenly, Adam's voice cut through the heavy air...