For a moment, an internal conflict raged.
'This was... depraved, undignified!'
Something a common, mindless demon would do, but only one without a care in the world. One lost to indulgence and addiction; spreading their ass for male or female alike in pursuit of satisfaction.
An act of pure debauchery and carnal indulgence.
Usually only done by those who run on instinct and emotion; not anchored by order or reason.
Not for a proud, refined demoness like her!
But then, hearing Adam's heavy grunts and his low, animalistic sound of pleasure as he drove into Agri; Blair's last shred of resistance shattered.
It was one thing to fuck wantonly, but to do such depraved things with a single partner; well then, it was justified… at least in her mind~
If its with him, then she was willing to do anything…
The lust overwhelmed her thoughts.
With a small gasp, she plunged a single, slender finger into the tight ring of muscle.
A small, sharp, stinging pain bloomed, but only to be followed by a strange, deep, and utterly filthy fullness.
"Mhhhaaaghh~" A shame-filled moan escaped from her lips.
The humiliation was still there, but it was tangled with an undeniable jolt of pleasure.
Her hips gave an involuntary jerk, lowering her hips onto her finger, letting it sink in deeper and deeper. She was exploring this new sensation, this new addiction that gave her pleasure unbeknownst to herself before.
Then she lifted, tilted her body slightly, giving herself more sensation, before lowering again.
She was fucking herself on her own finger, all while her eyes were glued to the powerful motion of Adam's hips, to the ripples he sent through Agri's quivering body.
It wasn't enough.
She added a second finger, stretching herself, the slight burn and the shame fueling her lust.
Slowly, she lost herself to pleasure, moaning in an unrestrained manner, her head thrown back, her body shivering as she fingered her own ass; a pathetic replacement of the penetration she truly craved.
The entire scene was carnal, lewd, and indulgent to the extreme.
Agri, pinned to the bed, was being fucked into a mindless stupor, her body merely a vessel for her master's pleasure.
Blair, on her knees beside them, with her pride in limbo, frantically fingered her own anus. Her copper eyes were squinted and glazed, a mixture of shame and desperate, perverse arousal swirling within.
Her moans joined the sound of skin slapping and Agri's whimpering.
Adam's burning gaze swept from the wrecked expression on Agri's face, to the depraved spectacle of Blair.
A slow, mocking, and incredibly satisfied smile spread across his handsome face.
Peeling his gaze from Agri's bouncing ass, his eyes locked with Blair's.
He acutely noted the shame there, the humiliation; saw how it was being consumed and transformed by the lust, the desire he had slowly cultivated in her.
A beautiful transformation indeed.
Blair was staring into his eyes as she played with herself, seeking his approval in her own self-degradation.
In that very moment, he owned her more completely than he ever had before.
Making her defile her own anus in humiliation and pleasure was a vector for deeper engraving, for invasive contamination; by understanding her nature, her weak spots, and slowly bending her will, Adam a was effectively branding Blair deeper, in a irreversible way.
The air in the chamber was thick with the musky scent of sex and their sweet sweat, an infernal perfume of damnation and desire.
Adam's pace was relentless, pumping, tracing his hands across her quivering body, licking her neck up to her full, swollen lips.
He breathed in her scent, biting her deceptively soft flesh, leaving bite marks across her body. A trail of ownership written in saliva and teeth marks.
His had would take turns slapping her ass, or grabbing her soft breast into his hands. His rough, uncaring, self-indulgent hands left plenty of bruises all over her flesh; a tingling pain that sent jolts of pleasure to Agri.
Her lithe form was bent at a desperate angle, each powerful thrust from his hips jolting through her with the force of a shockwave. Her claws were sunk deep into the hides, her knuckles taunt, her back arched dramatically; showcasing her unnatural flexibility, and extreme sexiness.
"Haahh!"
"Ahhngg!"
"Nngggg~"
Choked sounds were ripped from her throat, each one accompanied by overwhelming pleasure-pain; a small jet of liquids ejecting itself from her trembling thighs..
It was hot, addictive; it was paradise…
Adam could feel his own release building, a pressure deep within his core that demanded eruption.
Agri's animalistic instincts seemed to realize as her ass pushed deeply back into his hips; gyrating up and down even as she could barely muster energy to move.
"Bam!"
With a final, brutal slap of his hips, he buried himself in her, pinning her beneath him. A low, animalistic growl tore from his throat as his climax crashed over him.
Thick, hot pulses of his seed flooded her depths; a seemingly endless torrent of his essence. The amount was absurd even, a testament to his devilish vitality, as he quickly overfilled her.
A white stream began to seep out around where their bodies were joined even before he moved or pulled back. A trickle trailing down Agri's trembling thighs.
When he finally pulled back, the sight was obscenely erotic.
His thick semen gushed out of her, spilling over her trembling thighs and onto the dark leather below, pooling in a glistening puddle.
"Hughhh~" She only made a soft, hoarse sound.
Agri's body gave one last, violent twitch and then went completely limp. Her consciousness had been utterly and thoroughly obliterated by the intensity of the day's work and the relentless, power of their sex sessions.
Her mind was a blissful, empty void; consciousness long gone.
In the aftermath Of such extreme pleasure, her body's reactions were beyond her control.
As the last tremors wracked her frame, a sudden stream of clear, oddly translucent gray fluid flowed from her, joining the mess on the hides...
She had pissed herself.
It carried none of the strong, pungent scent of mortal waste; instead, it smelled faintly, surprisingly, of damp earth. It was a peculiarity of demon biology where such fluids were purified and transformed by their infernal metabolism.
Contaminates were usually incinerated within a fiends body before they could reach the digestive track; hence why they hardly went to release themselves.
Across the room, Blair had been a witness to it all.
She was on her knees, her hips pistoning up and down onto her own fingers, imitating the riding she desperately craved. Her other hand was pinching and twisting a nipples, her head thrown back.
Her toned body did nothing to stop the fat from her ass and tits from moving obscenely. The pale-red skin moved in a hypnotic manner, being coated in a fine layer of her sweat, shining ever so slightly as she moved her body up and down on her own hand.
Her eyes were glazed and her forked tongue was left hanging out like a dog overheating.
The moment she saw the massive, overflowing release from her master, when she saw Agri's body succumb completely, her own climax ripped through her.
"Kyunnng~"
She cried out, a sharp, moaning wail as she squirted onto the stone floor, with her body convulsing.
For a good minute, she closed her eyes and relished in the moment, feeling her body reach a modicum of satisfaction.
As the waves subsided, she slowly, shakily, slid her wet fingers out of her anus, her chest heaving and her butt trembling.
Her eyes, squinted and burning with envy, fixed on Agri's body and expression.
Agri's gaze was blank and unfocused, a thin line of drool tracing from the corner of her mouth to the hides. Occasional, involuntary spasms still shook her limbs, while her used hole kept spilling her masters seed.
It was the picture of complete and utter surrender to pleasure: a state of intoxicating depravity.
It was a drug, and watching it, Blair felt a desperate need to experience it herself, to be the one who was utterly broken by their master.
Adam, supremely satisfied, paid the various fluids no mind.
They were simply proof of his ownership, the natural aftermath of his pleasure.
Plus, if he was planning to keep doing this, which he was, then these fluids would become a common occurrence.
Adam laid back on the soiled leather bed, his body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. His sturdy chest moved up and down slightly, his abs being stretched ever so slightly with every post-sex breath.
He pulled the non-reactive, passed-out Agri onto his chest, her body limp and flexible.
One hand idly fondled her bruised and quivering breast, feeling the frantic beat of her heart begin to slow.
His sharp, red eyes, glowing with satisfaction and power, found Blair.
"Blair," He said, his voice low and commanding, "Clean us."
Blair immediately moved to obey, a flicker of her flame magic igniting at her fingertips, ready to vaporize the mess with her flame magic; she knew resistance was futile, even if she didn't want to touch that shadow rat…
Unfortunately, Adam wasn't going to make things easy for her.
Adam's smirk was devious, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
"No flames," He purred.
"Use your tongue."