In the aftermath of it all, Adam's wrath was still not satiated.
The storm had not yet been appeased by her broken moans, or in the taking of her intoxicating flesh.
As Saphira lay listless, panting with her cherry mouth agape. Her eyes were blank and her mind a blurred haze of pain and humiliation.
She couldn't help but try to fathom, understand just what was occurring, of what had occurred.
From failure to lying limply on the ground with a torrent of sensations attacking her body. It was only expected that disorientation and confusion clouded her mind.
Then, a new, more terrifying sensation cut through the fog.
The pressure at her neck remained, but a different, more intimate and horrifying pressure began to build at her most forbidden entrance.
She suddenly felt the broad, slick, and impossibly large head of his fully erect cock, the hot, pulsing mass of demonic endowment, press insistently against the tight, virgin pucker of her anus.
A jolt of pure, undiluted panic shocked her broken spirit to life.
'No. Not there. Anywhere but there!'
His intent seemed to be carved onto her back with his gleaming red gaze.
What he wanted to do was unknown territory, disgusting, something that, in her mind, was degrading.
It was a final, profound violation she had not expected.
Her body, which had gone limp in surrender, suddenly thrashed with a frantic strength born of pure disgust and desire to escape the incoming punishment.
Her hands scrabbled against the rough furs, her back arched, and her beautiful, yet powerful legs kicked off of the ground and Adam.
Alas, Adam was like an unmovable mountain.
Her struggles were pathetic, the frantic flailing of a butterfly pinned to a board.
Ignoring her cries, he leaned his weight forward, and with a single, brutal, unstoppable thrust, he began to push.
Saphira's sharp nails dug deep into the furs and into the obsidian-like stone below.
The sensation was one of being ripped in two.
A searing, white-hot lance of pain exploded through her core as her body was forcibly, violently opened in a way it was never meant to be.
"Hiss~"
A choked scream turned into a strangled, wheezing gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head. The initial, tearing agony was so brutal, so bizarre and filling, that it seemed to short-circuit her nervous system.
Pain was there, and very potent at that, but it was the humiliation and strange feeling that made her reject this form of sex.
Uncomfortable for Saphira, but the same sight sent a shockwave of depraved arousal through the watching ladies.
Their own complex web of jealousy and rivalry was incinerated in the passionate heat of this raw display of power and dominance.
In their eyes, receiving it through the back door seemed like a more potent form of domination than regular sex.
Lyra, who had maintained a regal composure, felt the last vestiges of her dignified facade shatter.
A dark, craving pooled in her abdomen, a need so sharp it was painful to deny.
Her mercury eyes, fixed on Saphira's agonized and quivering body, glazed over with lust. She wanted it too, but she dared not disturb Adam during this branding ritual.
But she needed an outlet!
It was then that Adam's words echoed in her mind as a reminder: 'The girls are yours to use as you please.'
In that moment, she pleased to be serviced.
Her gaze drifted to Agri, who was already openly, shamelessly, frantically rubbing her own clit, her feral yellow eyes glued to the violent penetration.
'Slutty as always,' Saphira smirked in disdain… and approval.
Such lust was expected in the face of her handsome, dominating king.
"Swoosh."
The recently made fur coat fell from Lyra's sexy body, and onto the ground.
Her beautifully naked body stood upright with no shame; revealing her long and toned legs, her hardened nipples, and her happily swaying tail.
'I want you to be easy to fuck, huh?' Lyra's legs quivered slightly as she recalled Adam's command to not have any undergarments.
With a sudden wave of her hand, Lyra grabbed a handful of Agri's silky black hair and shoved the demoness's face between her own spread thighs, right into her soaking, revealed pussy.
"Lick," Lyra commanded, her voice a husky, yet powerful as her hips were already pushing against Agri's face, "Now!"
Agri, for a fraction of a second, thought of resisting, of biting the inner thigh pressed against her cheek.
Before her thoughts could fully form, a strange, pleasant, and powerful scent filled her heightened nostrils. A small trickle of Lyra's vaginal fluids made their way to her lips, and she couldn't help but stick her tongue out to lick the fluid.
"Gulp~"
It was delicious…
The intoxicating scent of Lyra's arousal and the overwhelming spectacle of Adam's dominance tied hand in hand.
To be useful, that was her path.
Although she didn't like Lyra, she couldn't deny her attractiveness. Just the taste of her nectar was enough to make this manageable.
'It's not like I can deny the mistress either way…' Agri thought as she gazed from Lyra and towards Adam.
He was ruthlessly pushing into Saphira, who was currently trying her best to not make a sound as to not appear weak, but his enchanting red eyes were spectating what his queen and servants were doing.
He was looking at her, encouraging, no, demanding that she pleases her.
If pleasing the queen pleased the master, then so be it.
Her long, slick tongue plunged into Lyra's folds with an unexpected fervor, lapping and probing with a skill born of a desperate need to belong.
She would get her to cum quickly, to get it over with fast.
Blair, watching from the side, felt a different kind of fire.
It was twisted, envious, sadistic cocktail of emotions that felt like no explanation could adequately describe.
She had turned a blind eye to her mistress and Agri, her own focus turning inward.
Her hand slipped down, past her own slit, and her fingers, slick with her juices, began to circle and press against the tight rosebud of her own anus.
Thought this time it was different.
In her mind, she wasn't herself.
She was Saphira.
She was the one being held down, her body being used and abused by their master's magnificent, brutal cock. Each imagined thrust made her quiver, her own stimulation a faint, unsatisfactory replacement of the violation she found so unbearably arousing.
She remembers and knows the agonizing pain and humiliation… and how good it felt too~
Back on the furs, Adam had found his rhythm.
Each deep, penetrating drive into Saphira's ravaged passage was a hammer blow that sent jiggling waves through the bruised, darkening flesh of her ass cheeks.
Saphira's body was no longer struggling: it was convulsing.
"Arhhh~"
"Haarrr~"
"Huuuu~"
Broken, pathetic groans were torn from her lips with every thrust.
Her mind was void of anger at this point, as she was just trying to find stability. A way to get past the dizziness, pain, and awkward feeling. Trying to get past the horrifying, alien sensation beginning to weave itself into her agony.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
Each smack went deep into her body, squeezing her plump and bouncy ass dramatically.
Her eyes grew unfocused while her mouth subconsciously grew agape; a small sliver of drool escaping her small mouth.
A deep, invasive, electric stimulation of nerves never before touched, began to react in counter to the pain.
It was a potent drug that was being injected deeply in her core, making her mind drift, and allowing her body to be honest; to betray her.
"N-noooo~ Hnnngggggg!"
Reluctance and fading in a moment when her guard was unknowingly dismantled.
Despite the tearing sensation, despite the soul-deep humiliation, past the dizzying fog that scrambled her mind; her anus clenched, and a shocking, powerful orgasm shook her body, making her scream again.
Her voice was mixed with torment and a shameful, undeniable ecstasy.
"Ahhhh yessshhhh~"
Then another followed, and another, her body betraying her will with a relentless fervor.
Feeling the divine clenching and squeezing, Adam's thrust became frantic until it culminated into a final, deep, grinding thrust. Distorting her plump, fleshy ass in the process.
She felt a hot, flooding sensation as he emptied himself deep inside her, expanding her insides in manner different to when he unleashed his seed in her womb.
"Drip."
Various erotic liquids poured out of where the two were connected, past Saphira's trembling legs, and onto the soaked furs.
Her consciousness, overwhelmed by the sensory tsunami of pain, violation, and forced, addictive pleasure, finally flickered and gave way.
Her last, coherent thought before the darkness claimed her was not of hatred, or plans for revenge, or even of her shattered pride. It was a single, bewildered, and terrifying question that echoed her mind:
'Why... why did it feel so good?'