Adam had promised them a reward, and his own 'growing excitement' was a testament to the need for release.
His cock, even in its semi-softened state, was heavy, throbbing, and sore from relentless use; yet it still pulsed with a deep, insatiable hunger. A hunger that could swallow the host full, into an eternity of depraved desire…
Nestled within the slick, warm confines of the unconscious Lyra's groin, like a possessive flag marking its territory and planted deep within, was his hardening cock.
He shifted slightly, and felt the miraculous, responsive flesh around him twitch.
"Urghhhmm~"
Lyra, unconscious from extreme exhaustion, emitted a faint, groaning sigh as his member, still buried within her, began to stir, to swell, to thicken and lengthen against her sensitive inner walls once more.
The sensation of his reawakening erection blossoming inside her was a perverse, soul-stirring thrill and pleasure; even as she was lost in her dream-like state.
Adam had 'fed' his queen, sating his initial, ravenous hunger with her seductive, elegant body and her smooth, caramel skin.
Now, it was time to 'feed' his servants, to reward their loyalty with a 'taste' of their master's favor.
His burning gaze lifted from Lyra's silver-haired head, finding Blair's eyes across the dimly lit room; the only light coming from the faint runes and bloody moons high above.
The meaning in his look was unmistakable; a silent command that crackled with shared connection, and promised addicting pleasure within depravity.
'Your turn.'
A dark, teasing smile played on his lips as he began to move, to further taunt the lustful demon.
Slowly, almost languidly, he started to stroke inside of Lyra, his movements a lazy, possessive glide. He wasn't fully withdrawing; he was sliding his incredible, hardening length in and out of Lyra's sensitive passage with a torturous slowness.
Each motion was a violation of her unconscious body, yet already so engraved into Lyra, that it needed no conscious participation.
Her body responded instinctively.
A weak, helpless shudder ran through her with every move; her hips making tiny, involuntary circles against his hips and shaft. Her soft lips releasing small pants while her tail, arms, and legs quivered and clutched on to anything for the slightest semblance of stability in her thumping mind.
Seeing her plump ass squish against his thighs, deforming, feeling the softness and warmth…
The desire to abandon all else and lose himself in fucking his little queen once again was a powerful, seductive pull. She was perfect, warm, and the urge to spend another hour, no, another day, buried inside her felt like a fundamental, essential need.
Like breathing itself…
But alas, a promise was a promise.
"Hais~"
With a groan of genuine reluctance, Adam began the slow, deliberate process of withdrawal. His girth, now fully erect again, stretched her tender flesh as he pulled back.
The sensation was too much for Lyra's overwhelmed and overheated system.
Lyra lay sprawled across the thick demon hides, her body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, every exquisite curve trembling from the relentless, torturous pleasure Adam had just subjected her to.
Her mind was a blissful and numb, with her silver eyes unfocused, opened ever so slightly and gleaming with hazy tears of overwhelmed sensation.
As the broad head of his cock finally popped free from her entrance with a wet, soft sound, her body went into a sudden, violent spasm.
"Uhhhhnnnngggg!"
The climax was so intense that it made her body betray her.
A warm, shameful release soaked the furs beneath her as a gush of clear, warm liquid erupted from her; and it was not the thick nectar of her orgasm, but a startling, hot stream of her urine!
It pooled beneath her trembling thighs, its scent surprisingly pleasant, almost floral scent mixing with the heavy aromas of sex, sweat, and Adam's cum.
She groaned, a sound of utter, helpless release, her body convulsing in the aftermath as Adam stood over her, his magnificent, glistening cock now pointing directly at a trembling, wide-eyed Blair.
The reward was ready to be administered.
As Adam glanced down at the mess, his expression one of utter indifference.
He didn't care about the urine; it was merely another testament to his absolute domination over her.
His gaze, instead, was drawn to the magnificent sight of her ass, the beautiful brown skin now scarred with deep, hand-shaped bruises, while the flesh was sore and red from his pounding.
It jiggled seductively with her every ragged breath.
'Smack!"
With a casual, almost subconscious thought, he raised his hand and brought it down in a resounding, sharp 'crack' that echoed off the nexus walls.
"Mhmmmm~"
The impact sent a fresh, delicious wave of pain-pleasure through Lyra's overloaded system. Her flesh rippled, and a broken, whimpering gasp was torn from her lips; a sound of utter pleasure.
It was in this moment of post-coital teasing that Blair, who had been watching from the shadows with a hunger that bordered on agony, had finally reacted to Adam's command.
Her super-horny mind, overtaken by lust, completely edited out the sight of her queen's humiliation.
All she saw was her master, and the gaze that had bestowed a chance upon her.
'Her master had remembered his promise!'
The week of forced submission, the humiliating deference to Lyra, the bitter jealousy: it all melted away in the face of a primal, all-consuming need.
This was it.
This was her moment!
She practically launched herself from the corner, her naked body a pale-red blur.
As she neared, she didn't walk.
No, she scurried on her knees, her movements frantic and seemingly panicked, until she pressed herself against Adam's leg; her hot, trembling skin searing against his. Her appearance seemed as if she wanted to melt into him.
Her blazing golden eyes were wide, pupils dilated with desperate lust, fixed on his face like a servant before a god.
Adam looked down at her, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across his handsome face. Her desperation was a perfume more intoxicating than any sin.
"Well?" He purred, his voice a low, teasing rumble, "What is it, my little flame? You look… hungry."
Blair's breath hitched, for she had long become familiar to her masters… special nature.
She clutched at his thigh, her nails pricking his skin; unlike before, not a second was wasted on her 'useless' pride. No, having pride before a devil was akin to a beggar showing off in front of a rich man.
A lesson learned in humiliation.
"Please, Master," She begged, her voice hoarse, devoid of any pride or cunning, reduced to pure, raw want.
She knew that her succumbing, begging like a bitch in heat, was exactly what her master liked.
And, for some unknown reason, a dark pleasure burned at her groin when she degraded herself before her master…
"Please, I need it. I need you. I've been so good, so patient. Please, let me serve you. Let me feel you. I need your cock, Master! Please, fuck me! I'll do anything!"
She was babbling, a true bitch in heat, her words tumbling out in a desperate, obscene begging.
Adam's smirk deepened.
Her wretched begging was a symphony to his ears, but mere begging was too simple.