Adam stood over Saphira.
Shattered boulders, deep holes, and jagged slashes that turned into several-meter-long ravines decorated the area around them.
Saphira's body trembled from pain and exhaustion, while her expression was one of regret. Her seductively bruised body and innocent face filled with vivid emotions were the only things that had prevented Adam from killing her instantly.
Still, Adam's chest heaved from a mixture of exertion and from smoldering fury.
The air around him crackled with the newly solidified power of his high-tier ascension, a palpable aura of darkness surrounded him, and the very ground seemed to pull away in waves.
The still-smoking wound on his chest was a stark reminder of her betrayal, no, of her deception; it was a personal insult that demanded a heavy and immediate punishment.
The question was, how to wash himself of his negative emotions?
Adam's gaze burned and his lips curled slightly.
Beneath the rage, a primal heat was building; a demanding physical response to the adrenaline, to the victory, and the to sight of the beautiful, treacherous deviless that lay helpless at his feet.
The heat was unbearable.
His demons, along with his deviless Lyra, watched from a respectful, terrified distance. They had seen everything and had not intervened.
Their faces were filled with complex, warring emotions.
There was raw amazement at his combat prowess and sudden breakthrough. There was a deep, instinctual fear born of the overwhelming aura that now cloaked him. But overriding it all was a growing, fanatical respect that bordered on worship.
He had not just survived an assassination attempt; he had used it as a stepping stone to greater power!
Strength ruled supreme, and only with accolades and 'trophies', then could one truly be accepted as a ruler.
Now, feeling the explosive heat radiating off of their lord, they knew exactly how he was about to establish his rule.
In the most potent form of dominance that hell could offer.
With a sharp shrug of his arm, Adam ripped the tattered cloak from his shoulders, letting it fall to the now scorched and shattered earth. The battle had been short, but the damage was something equivalent to bombing site.
Adam didn't care about the encircling armies or his own watching followers.
The world had narrowed to this patch of ground, or more specifically, to the defiant, wounded deviless upon it.
Rage, retribution, and raw desire would be served here and now.
Saphira, her mind swimming in a haze of pain and disorientation, fought to regain focus. Her heart was unwilling, but her mind forced the memories of what had just transpired into an answer: she lost.
A scorching heat made her clench her teeth in pain.
She raised her hand past her bare chest and onto the smoking imprint in the center.
The vivid, throbbing fist-mark on her was akin to a brand of her failure.
A subtle shift caught her attention, her mind desperately trying to regain full clarity.
She traced the sound and saw Adam moving in.
She looked up and saw the look in his eyes; the blatant, aggressive intent in his posture, the hunger, and his manhood that was coming to life.
A cold dread, far colder than any fear of death, washed over her. She knew, without a shadow of doubt, of what he was about to do.
A surge of panicked energy, born of pure survival instinct and fear, jolted through her entire body.
Ignoring the screaming protest, the wailing of her injuries, she scrambled backward, her hands and feet scrabbling against the rough rock in a desperate, pathetic attempt to flee and increase the distance between them.
It was the undignified escape of a cornered animal.
Adam's reaction was even faster and efficiently merciless.
He lunged forward, his hand closing like a steel claw around her ankles, and with a brutal yank, he dragged her back across the ground, her bare skin scraping against the jagged stone.
"Kyaaa!"
A scream was torn from her lips, sounding pitched yet hoarse at the same time.
It was also Saphira's first time making such a noise; something she didn't even know she was capable of making.
Still, her tenacity was impressive.
She thrashed, her legs kicking out wildly, her frantic feet aiming useless blows at his torso and face.
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"
The 'soft' thuds against his chest were enough to crush rocks, but to Adam, they were merely tickles.
A grim smirk of sadistic contempt twisted Adam's lips.
"Thud!"
He swatted her frantic kicks aside as if shooing away flies. The sharp smack of his palm against her shins rang out loudly.
Then he moved in.
His powerful hands gripping her plump, muscular thighs with force. His fingers dug into her crimson flesh as he started to ruthlessly pry her legs apart, slowly spreading them wide and exposing her completely to the hellish light.
The strength was too much for her, and she could only watch as her legs were spread inch by inch.
Panic, humiliation, and regret surged in her mind.
Saphira tensed, trying to sit up, to muster some form of defense or resistance, but Adam simply shoved her back down with one hand ruthlessly; the impact driving the air from her lungs. He also took advantage of this instant to completely open her legs and position her legs around his thighs.
"Schreee!"
Then, with his other hand, he grabbed the remaining shreds of her leather clothing and, with a sound of ripping fabric that seemed especially loud in the tense silence, ripped them away.
The slight pain of having her clothing ripped off of her was overshadowed by the faint brush of wind against her most private parts.
Her most intimate parts were laid bare.
Her slit, soft and perfectly smooth, and the tight, forbidden pucker of her anus were now exposed to the air, and to his hungry, burning gaze.
Adam noticed a small, charming detail that sent a fresh, wicked thrill through him: the patch of skin above her slit was not bald, like with Lyra, but instead was a neat tuft of silken black hair.
It was a small mark of her unique beauty he was about to violently claim.
'One to maintain themselves?' The thought flashed in his mind.
But it didn't matter, as he could hardly hold himself back.
Eagerly, he positioned himself.
One hand held her breast, preventing her from moving, while the other hand held her leg, forcing her legs open. With a shift of his lower body, his monstrous, erect cock pressed against her closed entrance.
The reality of the violation finally shattered the last of Saphira's composure.
It was one thing to be violated, but the burning gazes made the situation irredeemable in her heart, not, her soul!