Caught under his grasp, Saphira's colorful expression was enough to rouse desire.
Adam gripped her smooth, soft neck subconsciously.
"Mffmmhh~"
A whimper escaped Saphira's lips, though it did not evoke pity in Adam. Instead, it ignited a fire of arousal within him.
Her humiliation gave him the ultimate pleasure.
The power to grant or deny her request was intoxicating.
To hold her life, her body, her very soul in his grasp was a drug he didn't know existed.
It's taste was addictive.
His desire, the cardinal sins that flowed through his veins like blood, fought with his rationale. His mind, turbulent with wrath and hunger, struggled to find a quick decision.
The safest, most pragmatic path was clear: use her, break her completely, enact all of his hatred onto her, and then extinguish the threat she was.
A dead enemy was a safe enemy after all.
This was something that even Saphira thought would occur.
But greed and lust, intertwined in his devilish nature, roared in protest.
To destroy such a prize felt like a waste.
This high-tier deviless, with her stunning crimson skin, her voluptuous curves, and that fiery spirit now thrashed into submission… it was beautiful.
The thought of keeping her, of making her part of his permanent harem, of playing and toying with her defiant pride, of bending it to his will every single day; it was a temptation too potent to resist!
The risk, for now, felt manageable.
She was beaten and her spirit was seemingly shattered, for the moment at least.
An irrational hunger boiled within him. The desire to ignore all logic and give into his primal desires won over.
Knowing that it was impulsive, he acted.
He didn't speak nor verbally acquiesce to her demands or pleas. He simply released her neck and, in one swift, unceremonious motion, hauled her up from the ground, and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of plundered goods.
"Eeek?" A small noise escaped Saphira as she was spontaneously thrown on his back.
Adam began the march back towards the heart of his domain.
The eyes of his demon horde were upon him as he paraded the 'trophy' to the nexus; their gazes a mix of awe, fear, and excitement.
Their lord had not only survived an assassination attempt, but he had also miraculously ascended before their very eyes!
He was now a high-tier lesser devil!
His aura was a tangible, demonic force that radiated raw power and overwhelming authority onto the demons.
Feeling the worshipful stares, feeling the weight and softness of the defeated beauty over his shoulder; a surge of pride and excitement overwhelmed him.
The feeling was amazing!
"RAHHHHH!"
Needing to vent his euphoric emotions, he stopped, adjusted his grip on Saphira, and raised his free fist to the bloody sky, letting out a roar of dominance that echoed across the entire basin.
The roar vibrated in ones bones and pierced far and wide.
It was the roar of a king, a conqueror, of a devil who had taken what he wanted and dared anyone to challenge him.
Adam, stood at his full height of 3 meters.
His body was a masterpiece of chiseled muscles that gleamed with sweat and power. His skin was a smooth crimson that seemed to be like flowing blood. The pitch-black hair and horns appeared as if the night itself was sprouting from the blood of his body. His tail was long, solid, and black; missing the typical spade at the end that most devils had.
Faint, beautiful and mesmerizing, demonic magical patterns were parallel on his back shoulder blades as a sign of what is to come: wings!
Draped over his shoulder was Saphira; her complexion not far off from Adam in terms of color. Her skin was a beautiful crimson shade, while her hair was black and long. It was only her amethyst ram-like horns that differed.
Both having human traces, they both unexpectedly, yet predictably, followed a similar route… except.
Saphira was now bare; her bruised back and the swaying curve of her hips were a public display of Adam spoils!
Her tail was limp, and her arms looked like they had no bones. Streaks of blood gave her red skin a different shade, while the purpling bruises looked like splashes of paint.
Beaten, yet still beautiful.
From the sidelines, Lyra watched, her silver-mercury eyes were a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.
A hot spike of anger burned for the bitch who had dared to harm her king. Then there was a fierce, possessive pride in his strength; strong devils were, after all, undeniably handsome. Yet, within was tangled a confusion at the sheer speed of his growth.
A cold thread of fear slithered in her mind.
His power was intoxicating, but she knew that it, no, He was also volatile and unpredictable.
She knew that she had to be his favorite, lest she wanted to go back to being a wild, roaming devil.
Yet, looking at Adam with his 'prize', her fear was drowned out by a bitter envy.
This new deviless was powerful and beautiful.
She was someone qualified of challenging her position~
Blair and Agri felt the ground shift beneath them once more. No, the carpet was pulled right from under their feet.
Another rival.
At this point, their desires had been worn down into merely serving Adam a couple of times a week…
How pitiful?
Then again, the virility of hell's inhabitants wasn't something the mortals could keep up with.
Blair only looked on, her mindset shifting as she started to understand that her initial pride had never been challenged before. She was comparing herself with mortals of other realms, or with her fellow demon kin.
Seeing her lord's talent and strength, she realized that she had never compared herself with royals of hell.
On the other hand, Agri, ever the opportunist, saw a chance to re-ingratiate herself.
She scurried forward, scooping up Adam's discarded cloak from the ground before darting after his retreating body, like a silent, eager servant hoping to be noticed.
Her goals had never changed much from beginning to end; serve her lord, receive his blessing, be in a higher position than most others, and receive benefits without having to do much.
Basically, he was a thigh to grab a hold of.
Plus, she had her 'secret' plan…
Adam paid them no mind.
His focus was on his prize.
He carried Saphira, but not towards the peak of the obelisk, and instead towards the newly constructed balcony room.
It was the terrace that had been built when Lyra had asked for it.
It was Adam showing her his strength, while also spoiling her at the same time.
Except, Lyra was watching him carry the other woman towards the room that was meant to be for her.
She felt a new fresh wave of conflicting emotions.
A part of her screamed to stop him, to assert her place as his queen.
But.
The anger and raw, predatory lust radiating from Adam in his ascended state was intimidating and, she had to shamefully admit, deeply arousing.
Watching his tall naked body, just having gone through a violent growth spurt, move through the worshipful crowd of demons, with the deflated deviless in his grasp…
Twisted by her own initial, brutal experience with him, a violation that had been transformed into a dark, addictive sensation, she found a strange thrill at the scene.
The thought of him doing to this powerful, prideful deviless what he had done to her, of witnessing that same hot, cardinal, animalistic act…
It was a dark interest.
Instead of protesting, she chose, her heart pounding with a mix of fear, envy, and excitement, to turn a blind eye.
Just this once.
She would let him ravage the girl in her own chamber.
Heck, she might as well stay and enjoy the show!
Her bare feet patted rapidly as she chased after the trio.