"Did I give you permission?" It was lazy, almost indifferent, but it carried the weight of absolute command.
The words froze Blair solid.
Though confused, her hand jerked away as if she was shocked, her copper eyes, glazed with lust, snapped to his face, wide with a mixture of shock, shame, and deep-seated want.
Her entire body flushed a deeper shade of red.
"Your mind, your body, your everything... is it not mine to command?" He continued, his voice a low, hypnotic echo even as his hips thrusted, "Do you think you can just do as you please with what belongs to me?"
Blair struggled; humiliated and shocked at his words.
Yet, even more shocked at her own thoughts and bubbling lust.
She felt a surge of heat radiate throughout her body as he kept on stating that she was his, that she belonged to him!
She knew rationally that she shouldn't like it, even hate it, but her body felt hot, her eyes glued to his figure as he said such words.
Words that indirectly stated her position: his!
"Hmm?" Agri, hearing their words through her moaning, slowed her movements as a smug, possessive purr escaped her mouth.
Blair's unsightly display added a unique spice to her already delicious 'meal'.
Even then, Blair's want overpowered, eclipsed her rationale.
"N-no, Master," Blair stammered, her pride lowered under his gaze, "I... I'm sorry. Please. Please, may I... may I touch myself?"
Words that have never crossed her mind were released, yet alongside the pain of having her dignity trampled, a bubbling excitement rose…
"Beg," Adam commanded, his voice dropping to a thick whisper, "Beg for the right to pleasure what is mine."
Something like the mix between pain and pleasure escaped Blair's lips when she heard his words. A dark pleasure in belittling herself for her lord; the sight was exquisite, as the proud, elegant flame demoness, was brought so low, yet her body was still quivering: turned on.
It was a kink blossoming.
"Please, Master! Please, let me touch myself! I need it! I need to cum! I'll be good, I promise! Please, please let this bitch please herself, for you!"
Blair's words, her humiliation, her sin and emotions, seem to manifest into a physical pleasure as it coursed into Adam's body, through her brand.
This too was another form of pleasure.
The twisted pleasure of her begging, combined with the perfect, tight warmth of Agri milking his cock, sent Adam over the edge.
Grabbing her tightly, a groan was torn from his throat as he erupted inside Agri; his release a hot, thick flood that seemed to go on forever.
The sensation of his seed shooting deep into her was the final trigger for Agri.
"Hngggyaaaghhh~"
Her body seized, her back arching violently as a vicious, squirting orgasm ripped through her. Her cries were not moans, but indistinct, animalistic shouts; her own cum splattering across Adam's thighs and groin in the process.
But Adam was not done, his breath hot and his eyes hotter.
With a strength that belied his tired state, he flipped the delirious, trembling Agri onto her hands and knees, putting her into the familiar doggy position.
He positioned them both so that their faces were directed toward Blair, who was still kneeling, her hand hovering pathetically near her forbidden cunt; her eyes taking in the scene with a mixture of agony and intoxication.
He guided his still-hard cock back into Agri's slick, gapping slit from behind while he gave a mocking, dismissive wave toward Blair.
"Since you begged like a good little bitch," He said, his voice thick with sadistic condescension and renewed lust as he began to thrust into Agri again, "You may satisfy yourself."
A wave of relief washed over Blair, her fingers darting downward; at least until his next words iced her blood and sent a fresh thrill of submission, confusion, and anxiousness through her.
"But remember," He growled, each thrust into Agri's body barely quieter than his voice, "That cunt is mine. It is for my enjoyment, my use. Your fingers do not belong there. They are for my pleasure. Find another way, Blair..."
Blair was momentarily stunned.
The command was a cruel paradox; permission to climax, but denied the action to do it.
Her mind and body, her pride were being used as a toy; for his sadistic entertainment… and she liked it~
As she watched Adam thrust into Agri with recklessness, her own hands moved to obey his command.
She started tracing her thighs, her stomach, her breasts and nipples. Anywhere but the aching, dripping epicenter of her fire; her moans now a mix of frustration, agonizing obedience, and twisted lust.
It was a performance for her master's enjoyment.
The chamber was a display of true carnal pleasures.
Adam's powerful body moved over Agri with relentless flesh slapping. Each thrust was a deep, invasion that buried his entire length within her clutching folds, sending shockwaves through out her entire body.
Her body was aching from before, but now it was pushed to the deep end.
The pleasure was a constant, high-intensity current, an electricity that short-circuited Agri's senses. Her orgasms were inseparable from one another at this point. Every inch of her body trembled and her mind was fried.
'It was too much!' Her body screamed at her to flee the overwhelming sensation.
"Nnggg~"
A subconscious, terrified whimper escaped her lips as her hands scrambled against the demon hides beneath her, her claws tearing the leather as her body instinctively tried to crawl away from the destructive pleasure.
Her ass and hips raised in a futile attempt to unsheathe herself as she subconsciously pulled up and forward.
Adam saw it.
He saw the instinctive fear in her dazed, feral yellow eyes; the way her muscles tensed in subconscious panic from feeling too much.
A dark thrill shot through him.
He would not allow retreat!
His hands, which had been gripping her hips, slid down to cup the full, pale-blue globes of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a brutal possessiveness. He held her, pinned, a butterfly on a display board, and answered her attempt to flee, to not serve him fully, with a savage increase in ferocity.
His thrusts became deeper, harder, each one a deliberate act of conquest against her very instincts.
"Hnngg!" "Hnngg!" "Hnngg!"
Agri's whimper was driven from her, replaced by a choked cry of surrender as she was forcibly held in place and utterly ravaged.
Her body was pressed flat against the hides.
On her knees, before them, Blair watched; the sight was exquisite torture.
The violent, rhythmic jiggling of Agri's flesh, the way her entire body shook with force; it stoked a desperate, frantic desire straight in her core. She ached to be used, to be filled, to have that same devastating pleasure bestowed upon her.
Alas, she knew that it wasn't her turn.
Now, she needed to find a way to release at least an iota of her pent up frustration.
'But how?'
Her vagina, her virginity, her most prized 'offering' was a barrier she could not cross without his command.
The morning's memories came to her; being ignored, watching him fuck her, him coming before her and making her cum… it echoed in her mind.
Silently, a war between her want and her pride sparked, but only for a fraction of a second.
Swiftly, the 'want' won.
One of her hands came up to knead her own breast, her thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling at the rosy nipple until it was aching. But it was a pathetic imitation of the fullness Agri was experiencing.
It wasn't enough, but she already knew it wouldn't be.
"Mhmm~" A sigh left her trembling lips.
Her other hand trembled as it trailed down the smooth plane of her own stomach, over the mound of her vulva, past her slit, and further back.
Her breath hitched as her fingertips graced the tight, quivering pucker of her own anus…