"U-um, Master~"
Agri's sultry, begging voice broke the silence.
She had been 'abandoned', 'forgotten', while Blair and Lyra had been attended to.
To make matters worse, it seemed as if her master was ready to call it a night!
Therefore, risking angering him, she called out to him in a desperate plea; hoping that she could receive a fraction of his attention.
Adam, hearing her faint plea, feeling her longing, glanced over; his eyes changed slightly, as a glint of amusement glossed over.
The girls, trained to his observe his every micro-expression, sensed a subtle shift in his intent.
A barely perceptible tilting of his head, a slight relaxation in his shoulders, the way his hand moved caressingly on her seductive caramel skin… it was a delegation of authority.
Adam's soft, yet heavy, devilish gaze fell onto his queen.
The unspoken message was clear: the judge in this matter would be Lyra.
'You want something? Ask your queen for permission.'
It was Adam's quick thinking that allowed him to manipulate the situation perfectly.
He had felt the faint ripple of caution in Lyra after his last thought; a subconscious recoil from the debauchery and twisted emotions she had faintly glimpsed into.
Although he didn't care for her opinions in the matter, he still decided to divert her even more; to reinforce her authority, shift her focus away from any lingering thoughts, getting the demon girls used to their roles, while also satisfying a dark desire.
Four birds, one stone.
He was making her the queen of the bedroom, allowing her to dictate the next act of their carnal play.
It was a potent distraction, a reminder of the power she wielded now. Also a method to open a door of sexual exploration; hoping that his little queen would use these 'toys' more too.
Lyra, feeling the weight of his gaze, of his unspoken command, rose to the occasion.
Her laziness and uncaring expression was washed away by a surge of regal authority.
Her silver eyes, still soft from her own orgasms, now hardened with a haughty sense of command.
If there was one thing she has grown to like in this short amount of time, besides the sex, then it would be the spoiling Adam gives her: how he allows her to be the boss in many situations.
Authority and command were something that even humans would struggle giving; much less a cunning, greed, and sadistic devil.
But because of that reason, because it was Adam, it made it all the more satisfying!
She looked from Blair's pathetic embarrassed expression, to Agri's tense, jealous body language.
A slow, possessive smile touched her lips.
At this moment, it was her domain!
"Blair," Lyra said, her voice nonchalant and cool, "You have served your purpose for tonight. You may sleep... on the floor at the foot of the bed to... watch over your 'Masters'~"
It was a subtle and cruel humiliation; relegating her to the status of a loyal hound.
Although pained by the 'decree', Blair didn't change her expression as she awkwardly shuffled to her 'spot'.
She was in pain, and lingering ecstasy?
Her mind was weary, while her body didn't want to move anymore.
She was tired; too tired to try to fight, and decently satisfied with the outcome of today. Even if it was rather brutal.
'I'll get used to it~' She thought as her eyes slowly shut.
Even for a demon who could go days, weeks, without sleep; she felt utterly exhausted at the moment and only desired to rest.
Seeing Blair so obedient, Lyra smirked in satisfaction before her gaze shifted to Agri, and her smile turned slightly wicked.
"And you... you have been so patient. So obedient." The words were laced with a mocking awareness of Agri's true feelings.
"Since you desire your master's attention so keenly, you may have it…" Agri's eyes brightened up for a second before Lyra continued mischievously, "Clean him with your tongue. Clean up Our mess and perhaps... if your service is satisfactory... he may grant you a taste of what you truly desire."
Agri's face stalled awkwardly as she heard Lyra finish her demands.
A wisp of humiliation and anger were quickly doused as she moved forward; her head hung low as she moved to work. Her inner thoughts desperately fighting the urge to erupt.
Seeing this, Lyra sat back, a queen who had orchestrated it all, her former thought of train derailed, forgotten in the fun of toying with Agri's emotions.
Adam watched from beneath heavy-lidded eyes, satisfied.
Then, to further mock Agri's, Lyra moved her body closer into Adam's; pressing her soft swells deep against him. She caressed his naked body with her arms, legs, and even her sleek black tail.
Her lips and tongue lazily, yet possessively licked and kissed him on his neck and face.
Though, the entire time, her beautiful silver eyes gleamed mockingly as they looked down on Agri.
She was so close, yet so far.
She was inches away from his flaccid member, but she couldn't do anything as the warden eyes kept her at bay.
Seeing her try to hold her emotions, Lyra felt like laughing. To her, Agri's was too cute: that's all she thought of her devotion, her rage, and humiliation.
Lyra was possessive of Adam, but she still doesn't see Agri's as a threat. She toys with her for the enjoyment. She teases her to get a reaction out of her.
"Indeed~ just a pet after all, right darling~" Lyra spoke as she nibbled at Adam's nape while she whispered into his ear.
Her words loud enough for Agri to hear…
For a fleeting microsecond, the shadows around her coiled instinctively, a physical manifestation of her urge to strike, to lunge across the room and show this silver-haired queen a slash across her perfect face.
But only for a moment.
The rage simmered silently, yet, beneath the fury, a colder, more pragmatic voice whispered.
It was the voice that had learned the hard way of the unbreachable hierarchy of hell.
Lyra was a devil.
She was not; simplicity and cruelty melded into a single dark, and infallible truth.
Yet, most importantly, Adam had placed Lyra above them.
Her gaze then flickered to Adam.
He merely smirked with his eyes closed as he firmly squeezed and held Lyra's butt. He seemed indulgent and unaware, but Agri knew that she was being scrutinized.
To defy Lyra was to defy Adam's will, and the memory of his wrath was a chilling deterrent. Her thoughts churned, a chaotic storm of resentment and forced submission.
'Just hold it in.'
A glimmer of frost seemed to bathe her indignant fury within her core as a sigh of defeat and determination escaped her red lips.
She would obey, but her obedience would be limited to Adam's orders, and to his desires. Only with his consent.
She had already decided not only to act with the bare minimum towards this mistress, but also with an undercurrent of malice that would drive every obedient action of hers now.
A factor that Lyra might soon come to regret…