Agri's small mouth opened momentarily, her protest dying in her throat before it could form.
With a whimper, she hurried down the tower's shoddy steps; the echoes of Blair's muffled moans chasing her down the stairs.
Every step was agony, her gut aching with an unsatiated desire and her mind scarred with images of Blair serving Adam burned into her mind.
Those were things that she should be doing instead!
The black bone armor quickly covered her delicates before her figure darted away; a small trail of clear liquid flowed down her thigh as she ran off.
Other demons saw the agitated and anxious Agri running through the waking crowd, stealing meals and fruits that they had scavenged or cooked, but didn't dare to say anything.
Even newer demons to the horde could smell the distinctive scent of Adam, a devil, on Agri's body. An instinctive hierarchy had established itself, even without out the reinforcement of Roh.
Because of this, the task was done swiftly.
She returned quickly, her arms filled with various fruits and smoked meat. Her eyes immediately darting to Blair, who was still between Adam's legs as she bobbed her head up and down with increasing desperation.
The sight punched the air from her lungs.
Blair's body was limp with pleasure, her head moving between Adam's thighs and her own fingers buried between her legs. Her moans and sounds of slurping blurring into a single sound.
Adam smirked, one hand lazily toying with Blair's body, his fingers curling inside her, drawing out erotic whimpers.
Adam's gaze finally settled on Agri, and with a lazy tilt of his head, he beckoned her forward with a single finger.
Adam's simple gesture was what Agri had been waiting for, instantly shattering the wall of frustration she was trapped within.
Her agitation, which had been suffocating her immensely moments before, vanished entirely and was replaced by a sense of profound relief.
It felt as if a rope had been thrown to her just as she was about to drown, or as if a sunbeam had finally pierced through a storm that had lasted for years.
Without a second of hesitation, she sprang forward, throwing the food to the side, her entire body responding to his command, her every muscle screaming with a singular purpose of being at his side.
Agri was on him in an instant, her lips crashing against his, her tongue plunging into his mouth with a hunger that bordered on violence, born of starvation.
Adam groaned into the sudden kiss, his grip tightening in Blair's hair, making her moan.
Agri's pale-blue body was hot to the touch, her nipples rock hard against his chest, her hips grinding against him as she sought to satisfy herself.
She needed more!
Adam pulled back, his breath ragged.
Sensing her lord's growing arousal, Blair's movements grew even more frantic, her throat working around him, her nails digging into his thighs.
This new sensation was overwhelmingly intoxicating; the duo demoness beauties working hard to serve him not only gave him a physical satisfaction, but also a mental one.
With a deep groan, unable to hold back any longer, he came and released a flood into Blair's mouth in thick, pulsing waves.
Blair's eyes rolled back, her body seizing as she swallowed greedily, her own climax crashing over her in tandem, her juices spilling over Adam's fingers.
Agri ached in envy.
And her tangible envy was a beautiful sight.
Adam's grin was pure sin as he dragged the dazed Blair up, her lips still glistening with his seed and, before either could react, crashed their mouths together.
Agri stiffened at the unexpected kiss.
Her hatred for Blair made the thought of even hugging her make her reel with loathing; but then the taste hit her.
Bitter, intoxicating, and most importantly, His.
Her resistance melted, her tongue delving into Blair's mouth, as if she was working to steal every single drop.
Blair's weak struggles only fueled her, the rivalry momentarily forgotten in the primal need to consume.
When Adam finally pulled them apart, Blair collapsed against him, boneless and partially sated.
Agri panted, her lips slick, her eyes dark with hunger.
"Clean it up," Adam ordered as he delivered a sharp smack to Agri's ass.
She obeyed without hesitation, her tongue wrapping over the mess between his legs, her fingers trembling as she wiped him down with a fur cloth.
Every stroke seemed to be begging, her eyes flicking up to his face as she searched for permission. Her agitation and desire made Agri quiver, her every breath releasing a hot breath. Every fiber in her being was screaming 'I Want'. Her envy tearing at her heart, making her want to throw caution into the wind and mount her master.
It was so close, yet so far.
A soft chuckle escaped Adams lips, denying her and pulling her head away with a hint of sadistic amusement.
Her gaze became devastated and longed for more.
Blair, still limp, managed a smug smirk, already forgetting of the disturbing sensation of Agri's tongue invading her... or at least trying to.
"Enjoying my leftovers?"
Agri's jaw clenched, but she didn't stop, her hands lingering a second too long before Adam finally pushed her away.
She knew that, for now, any more intimate actions with her master were cut off.
The disappointment was immense.
Adam stretched, his body tingling with satisfaction; his bare shaft still glossed with Blair's saliva.
Both demonesses had their demonic gazes glued to Adam's naked body. Their longing and lust had sealed their future, they were putty in his hands now, and their rivalry was now twisted into something far more... intriguing.
Adam stood and walked to the edge of the obelisk for a moment, enjoying the hellish lights as they got brighter, casting long shadows across the tower floor.
A satisfied grin glued on his lips.
'Time to get to work.'
With that, Adam leisurely made his way down the jagged steps of the obelisk, his body feeling more rested and energized than it had since his rebirth.
For the first time, the demonic energy within him felt less like a chaotic storm and more like a tamed river under his direct control. The oppressive weight of his duties hadn't vanished, but he now felt fully prepared to face them head on.
On either side of him, the tension between Agri and Blair was a palpable animosity.
Their shared memories of what had just transpired was fresh; fueling an unspoken, desperate competition to earn his favor.
Both demonesses were now wholly, solely focused on him; making them a potent resource that Adam intended to harness and exploit.
But there was more.
Within their surging spirit, Adam had felt something new, something that hadn't existed before now. It was a connection that hung subtly around their bodies, like a faint hint of his own presence or aura.
The air around them crackled with desire and jealousy.
Their auras, once their own distinct colors of shadowy rage and smoldering flames, now twisted and morphed, subtly mirroring one another.
The knowledge of hell that Adam possessed, was finally reaching its limits.
He only had a vague, intuitive understanding of what this connection was, what it meant, and what had caused it, but no definitive answer.
He pulled their slightly limp bodies closer, his hands resting on the curves of their backs. His fingers traced where their soft, toned skin met with the hard, natural body armor of their demonic bodies.
His senses and mind slowly studying the phenomenon as his hands did their own exploration.