It was a short walk towards the elevated platform.
The walk reinforced Saphira's regret and humiliation with every step, satisfying Adam sadistic desire in the process.
As Adam carried Saphira's weakened body, his grip was more than just holding her in place.
A torrent of his demonic mana pulsed from his hands and into her body. It was a deliberate, calculated invasion, a mana invasion that kept her powerful energies from regaining a form of stability.
Although Saphira had voiced her submission, her body, that of a high-tier lesser devil, possessed its own primal, instinctual defenses.
It fought back.
Her nerves and muscles screamed in protest as the foreign energy, saturated with Adam's ruthless will, coursed through her veins.
It felt like a river of flaming, dark needles flooding her body; seeking out every secret corner of her being, trying to map her, claim her, and subdue the very essence of her power before he even defiled her.
She writhed in his grasp in a series of agonized, involuntary spasms. The feeling of having him inside of her in this way was bizarre and extremely uncomfortable.
Her mind, already reeling from defeat and humiliation, was now under a different, more intimate assault. It was a violation of her spirit, a forced 'bonding' more profound and terrifying than anything physical.
Ones body was merely a vessel.
Higher realm devils could even regenerate from a single atom, from their mere will, a thought or belief, or even the prayers of dark worshipers: hence why devils were so feared.
Therefore, although not at that realm yet, Saphira was reluctantly ready to sacrifice her body.
But her mind, spirit, and soul were different, and Adam was slowly invading her most private sanctuary...
Adam found a dark, twisted pleasure in it, in feeling his will overwhelming hers, of feeling her powerful devil core tremble and resist under his touch.
But still, his primary drive was colder, more pragmatic: survival!
Saphira was the most powerful opponent he had ever faced.
Even beaten, bloody, and begging, she was still a high-tier devil.
He could not afford a moment of vulnerability, a second of lowerIng his guard.
He would not be caught mid-fuck; her feigned submission switching to another precise assassination attempt at his life.
Although his confidence and pride told him: 'At the mid-tier, I was able to turn the tables. Now at the high-tier, it would be a piece of cake!'
Regardless, the spiritual subjugation was a necessary precaution, a way to ensure the prize was truly pacified before he indulged in the fruits of his victory.
Tire the mind and body, only then would there really be no energy to resist.
Thus, Saphira's thoughts were a chaotic mess of agony and discomfort.
'He's... inside me, everywhere!'
The sensation was a profound defilement, a subtle pollution of her very soul, feeling it in real time.
Her body was a battlefield, and she was losing on every front.
She could feel his intent: not to enslave, for she knew the grim truth that a devil could not truly chain another's mind without a vast chasm in power, but to weaken, to disorient, to shatter her remaining resolve and energy into dust.
It was a brutal, psychological weakening, ensuring less complications.
Soon, after what felt like an eternity of humiliation to Saphira, but was only a short walk for Adam, they reached the nearby stone structure.
Demonic structures, the proper ones, were built in a fashion that used interlocking joints and molten slag that hardened into something stronger than diamonds.
It was a dark gray elevated platform that had smears of abyssal black on the connecting points. With a height of around 10 meters above the pedestal and dimensional gate, it allowed a vantage point over the small, budding territory.
Away from the prying eyes, and into the same building that was built to accommodate Lyra's demands.
Adam carried Saphira, her teeth clenched and her body trembling slightly from his constant psychic invasion.
There was plenty of space in the currently empty terrance.
The roof was simple and had made of stone and wood. A simple stone wall served as their only source of privacy from those below looking up, but the wall was more of a short fence as it only stood a meter and a half tall.
Though unadorned, the demons seemed to know of Adam's character well, since there was a single massive stone bed in the center of the room was layered with hides and furs.
At the side, a stack of more 'blankets' was placed…
Once inside, Adam threw her onto the massive stone slab that served as a bed, its surface layered thick with the hides of powerful demonic beasts.
Saphira landed on the bed slab, her body filled with bruises and blood, her black hair fanned out wildly around her.
The harsh impact caused her wounded body to instinctively shudder, but Adam's spiritual assault had left her far too dazed and emptied out to react to the impact.
He stood over her, his newly ascended high-tier aura running rampant in the small chamber. He didn't even try to control his newfound power up to this point, instead enjoying the surging energy that the new realm had brought.
The raw, predatory lust that had been simmering beneath the surface of his anger now shone in his hellish eyes.
Her defenses, both physical and spiritual, had been breached.
A cruel, triumphant smile touched his lips as he began stride forward.
Now, it was time to enjoy her body, his prize.
Adam went forward and forced her down onto the thick demon hides, her face pressed hard into the coarse fur; the scent of beast and blood filling her nostrils.
Unknowingly, her body was bent over, her full, voluptuous ass raised high in the air; a perfect, plump target. Her black hair was a black curtain over her face, but she could feel eyes burning into her exposed back, making her thighs tremble in humiliation.
Lyra, Agri, and Blair silently raced after the two, and were now spectators to this dark 'ritual'.
Adam merely acknowledged their gazes before moving back to Saphira.