Adam desired more.
More pleasure, more sex!
"Hmm~"
He pulled out, a weak moan coming from Lyra's throat at the sudden emptiness, and laid back on the soaked hides.
There was no need for words; Adam merely set his gaze towards the trembling, beautiful naked body of Lyra; her orgasms still sending shockwaves through out her body. Her small mouth pouted as she labored through stuttering breaths, her tail now limp and weak at her side, while her hand still caressing his naked body.
His eyes were drinking in her beauty greedily.
Their eyes locked onto one another, their bond, the fire, their very beings ignited with passion and lust.
Limitless agitation was forced to be slowed, time giving them the chance to breathe each other in; nothing was said, too much to convey with words.
Feeling his burning gaze, understanding his unspoken command through their newly forged bond, she moved with a dazed, yet wanton eagerness.
Her movements sluggish and clumsy: cute!
Utterly unbecoming of a devil…
Her body moved over his, her perky and pointed breast bouncing with every movement.
"Hnnggg, Ohhh~ yessss~"
Slowly dragging her thighs over his, she straddled him, lowering herself onto his erect cock with a slow, exquisite groan of fulfillment.
Her blurred eyes watched with twisted horror and excitement as her abdomen stretched to his girth in its familiar style.
Her body was adapting to his, becoming the perfect fit for his massive length.
Now she was on top, but the power was still his.
He lay beneath her, a king on his throne, his hands settling on her hips, starting to guide her rhythm as she rode him.
The feeling of consciously fucking his dick, of not being a pillow princess for the 1st time, it was thrilling, tiring, and very hot!
Her head fell back, her breasts bouncing with each rise and fall, her inner muscles clenching around him desperately, milking him with every shivering stroke of his shaft.
Her silver eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost in a sea of magical sensation.
This was self-indulgence; a filthy, glorious celebration of their dark union.
At first, the pain and inexperience had made Lyra's movements slow. But as time went on, as the pleasure overcame the pain, her hips started to lift and fall at increasingly faster rates.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"F-fuckk yeshhh! Mhmmmm~"
The sound of her ass slapping onto Adam's thighs grew louder and louder, and her moaning and seductive words fueling the rod that impaled her.
Her mind had long retreated, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure, making her only focus on one thing: sex.
Her movements were completely subconscious as she kept releasing her fluids in short burst, orgasm after orgasm with her eyes open, but no conscious thought visible in them.
It was an instinctual level of fucking, of her instincts for carnal pleasure taking over.
The sight of his queen so lost in debauchery, riding his cock in such a depraved manner, while making erotic sounds…
Adam reached out and grabbed her bare upper body, pulling her in so that her breast pressed against his chest, and sealed her lips once more while he shot his seed into her soaked cunt.
Lyra squirmed as if she had been electrocuted. Adam was able to feel her soft, sweaty body tremble against his.
Their bodies stilled, savoring the taste and warmth of each other.
Adam's cock still pulsating and releasing an absurd amount of semen to her already stuffed womb.
Lyra's insides twitched erratically as the fluids were pumped into her, like a thirsty lost soul stumbling upon an oasis.
But Adam was not finished.
The sight of her depraved face, the feeling of her tightness, drove him to a final, overwhelming peak of lust.
In a sudden, powerful motion, he flipped her once more.
As Lyra landed on her stomach, breathless and disoriented, he rose over her. He pushed her numb, dazed, and panting face down into the soaked, fragrant hides; her body flattened beneath his.
Then, he pulled her hips from behind, gripping her waist, arching her back into a perfect, erotic presentation.
Her body was like that of a broken machine; twitching and unresponsive to the actions Adam made. Like a pile of pliable clay to be molded to his every whim and desire.
Her gaping vagina, swollen and bright red, twitched and leaked. Her smooth, caramel ass was painted red and purple from the violent, relentless pounding. A fragrant sweat layered her entire body, causing her beautiful silver hair to be glued to her forehead and cheeks.
The twitching of her cunt and petite anus were a welcoming gesture to Adam.
Unable to stop himself, he took her once again; his own rough breathing and aching, overused cock aligned itself with her entrance.
With a smooth slid, his cock slipped into her well-accustomed slit.
Lyra's body was planted flat, while Adam stated his strokes into her half-conscious body. Each thrust was a deep, piston stroke, shaking and jolting her entire body.
The soft, mesmerizing jiggle of her bouncy ass, highlighted by the hellish glow, became a hypnotic sight with every powerful movement.
"Hnngfuu~ ahhnnng, huuik~ aahhmmhhm oooonngggg…"
Lyra was beyond speech, beyond thought, reduced to a whimpering, shuddering vessel of pure sensation.
The grunts and slaps grew louder, and the pain was muffled by an overwhelming pleasure.
Lyra felt his cock swell from within; it was coming again.
Her mind was blank, her world narrowed to the brutal, beautiful, divine fucking, until a final, shared, cataclysmic release shattered them both into oblivion.
Adam's cock was like a hose that kept on pumping, while Lyra's body seized and squirmed. Her ass clenching and thrusting forward slightly with every jolt of pleasure-pain.
Until finally, a shroud of darkness fell over their exhausted bodies.
For an unknown stretch of time, seconds, minutes, an eternity, his mind was blissful, blank, wiped clean by a storm of unimaginable ecstasy.
It wasn't until an unknown amount of time that consciousness returned to Adam as a slow, sluggish stumble into a void of pure lingering sensation.
The memory of it crashed back into him not as a raw, physical echo: the frantic pounding, feeling her soft ass against his hips, Lyra's vulgar words and seductive moans, the warmth and tightness of her otherworldly vagina…
The feeling of his own climax, so violent it had felt like his very soul was being ripped from his body and poured into hers.
The sex had been... transcendent.
So good it had short-circuited his higher functions, plunging him into a temporary, satiated slumber.
It had caused him to momentarily black out!
"Groan~"
A low, animalistic groan rumbled in his chest as the present world reassembled itself.
The sounds that had pulled him back were the desperate, almost sobbing, moans of Agri and Blair.
He was slick with sweat, his skin gleaming in the dim hellish light, every muscle languid and heavy.
The air was hot and fresh with their passion.