Lyra, sensing the shift, looked up, her silver eyes searching his.
She saw the familiar ember glow, but now it burned with a different, more concealed light. His thoughts were layer, hiding his inner working beneath an abyss of darkness.
He didn't speak the thought aloud.
To do so would be to shatter the useful illusion of the caring patriarch he had just crafted. But the seed was planted deep within him, and he knew it would grow in the darkness.
The gender of the child no longer mattered in the way Lyra feared.
But if it was a girl… it presented an opportunity far more delicious, far more his, than a mere son ever could.
The reassurance he had given her was true, but for twisted and dark reasons.
He did not care about the gender.
He only cared about the potential it offered for his own, twisted gratification; a truly selfish devil to the core.
The air in the chamber, thick with the aftermath of passion and the chilling new direction of Adam's thoughts, was suddenly split by the sound of the heavy and quick footsteps coming from the stairs.
The sound pulled both Adam and Lyra from their private thoughts.
Lyra struggled to understand Adam's hidden thoughts, but her instincts told her that it was something of importance.
Only his words of support, stating that the gender didn't matter and insinuating that such matters wouldn't affect her position, held truth.
She could only choose to temporarily ignore the matter.
Adam, meanwhile, slowly reorganized his thoughts.
In the end, those things would be for future contemplation.
He relaxed his body as he moved his arms around Lyra to get more comfortable; his lazy red eyes briefly scanning over Lyra's satisfied, resting face.
'Tsk~ this two way mirror is somewhat… troublesome.' He thought in the deepest parts of his mind.
Noticing that every time he feels or thinks, Lyra is able to grasp some key information out of him.
Soft, barefoot steps gently tapped across the floor.
Agri walked in; her arms carrying a fresh pile of demonic black leathers, thick, soft furs, and a platter of smoked hell-boar meat that steamed faintly in the red-tinted air.
She was playing obedient servant again.
Her feral yellow eyes darted around the room, taking in the scene of Lyra's lazy posture, Adam's playful smirk.
A flash of blatant desire and envy crossed her demonic gaze.
She wished that she was the one snugging in his embrace.
"Go on~" Adam's words broke her silent dream before she could voice them.
"Yes Master~" She purred, not caring to hide her reluctance and desire as she moved.
Her naked seductive figure moved beautifully as she worked.
A casual, almost offhand thought flickered through Adam's mind as he watched her dutifully, yet lustily, begin to arrange the new furs on the bed.
'She's probably pregnant, too.'
The realization was devoid of sentiment. It was a simple biological fact, another potential asset or variable in his expanding empire.
If his seed was strong enough to force impregnation upon Lyra, then Agri's body wouldn't be able to resist either.
'Plus, would she even reject such an idea?' Adam mused internally.
Having been with him longer, and having received his 'favor' multiple times, she should have been pregnant for a short while now.
Yet!
She made no mention of that matter; probably hoping that he wouldn't bring it up?
'It would have worked too, as I seemed to have over looked this matter.' Adam subtly realized.
Had it not been for Lyra mentioning it first, then he wouldn't have thought about potential children. So, although her reasons were unclear, Agri's plan seemed to have worked.
Although it was all for naught now.
Agri, sensing his gaze, looked up and offered a timid, hopeful smile, her entire being radiating a desperate desire to please her master... her masters.
The plural was a bitter pill she had learned to swallow; completely unaware that her attempt to hide her pregnancy had just been uncovered.
The reason was simple: some devils were selective about who was allowed to bear their children. Some wanted total control: wanting everything to happen according to their plans and expectations.
Where unexpected events were rage inducing.
She didn't know how Adam would react, so she decided to not mention the matter to him.
Then, when her appearance gave it away, she had hoped that their connection would be enough to make Adam allow her child to be born.
For, with a child of their master, would one have reason to get closer to him.
It was plan that Agri put into motion the second she gave herself to him.
A moment later, Blair slipped back into the room.
Her entrance was more subdued, her movements stiff. Her face, usually held high with pride or with blatant lust, was pale, and her jaw clenched.
She had just returned from a deeply humiliating, necessary retreat.
The feeling of expelling what seemed like buckets of Adam's seed from her ravaged rectum was a degradation that scraped at the very core of her being. It was a physical reminder of her utter submission, and a process so barbaric and undignified that she would have rather died than have anyone, especially Adam, witness it.
'If his to continue to use me as such,' Blair thought with fear, humiliation, and a twisted thrill, 'Then I need to figure a way to… clean myself better.'
If she had to do such a humiliation cleansing every time, then she wouldn't know how to live alongside her master any more.
She avoided eye contact, slinking towards a corner to make herself small, trying to disappear and regain some semblance of composure.
Adam looked around at the three, a smirk crossing his lips.
His pregnant queen, no longer caring about her pregnancy and instead enjoying the warmth of his embrace.
She didn't care much for the child, but instead on how Adam would react to it. Therefore, after discovering that there was no downside on his part, no longer cared either.
If he requested it, she would have aborted the thing, but carrying it wasn't that big a deal either.
Only relief was left as her child was no longer an unstable and unknown factor.
At the side, Agri was bustling to please, likely carrying his child as well in a false sense of deception.
Her thoughts were on when she would receive his care.
Blair, broken and ashamed, having just cleaned up the physical evidence of his dominion, tried her best to forget and move on.
And at the center of it all, was Adam himself.
His mind filled with plans that stretched from the deal he made with Kaelgor, to the soft bodies of his women and the prospect of future children.
Within the storm of silent emotions, new undercurrents were unfolding, building, and ready to snap like thunder.