"Save your efforts, slut," Adam's voice lashed out, cold and sharp.
His every ounce of strength was use to resist from opening the barrier and jumping onto the tempting deviless.
"Your cheap tricks might work on the mindless brutes you run with, but they are beneath me. The only thing you'll be swallowing here is your pride. Now get away from my wall before I decide to test my new defenses on live targets."
The insult hung in the air, brutal and final.
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked away, his stride long and deliberate, with the black hide cloak waving as he widened the distance.
He didn't look back, pouring every ounce of his will into suppressing the rapid beat of his heart and the frustrating, persistent heat in his loins.
Any longer and he felt that his resistance would crumble…
Behind him, the female devil's sultry mask shattered.
The pinkish gleam in her eyes faded away, replaced by shock, and then hardened into a glittering, venomous hatred. Her lips peeled back to reveal sharpened teeth in a silent snarl.
She had not expected this!
Not the refusal, and certainly not the conviction behind it; to shake off her allure so completely... this was no ordinary newborn.
"Nyx, he's a mid-tier devil." Letras, the devil with cracked clay skin and roots weaving around his body spoke.
In their urgency to scout the area, they had alerted Adam.
Initially, they didn't care much, seeing as they felt a weak aura on him, but it was only know, after Letras used his hells gaze on him, that he saw that Adam was actually a newly advanced mid-tier devil.
If they had used hell's gaze off the bat, then all chances of discussion would have been thrown out the window, as using such a technique among devils was hated.
Regardless, now that he blatantly dismissed them, Letras no longer held back.
Nyx's, the female deviless, expression returned to calm, thinking about how they should deal with the shift in their plans.
Borog, the golem demon with the massive frame, yawned and moved his had to the distracted Nyx's ass; giving it a squeeze as he spoke.
"Let's head back and use that back up plan for now… no need to rush~"
"Shing!"
Nyx's expression was cold, "Yes, I agree… but don't touch me you mutt!"
Borog looked at his arm that was almost cleaved in half, with faint green and black smoke raising.
His expression was uncaring as he pinched the hard skin back together, "Now, was that necessary?"
But when he looked up, Nyx and Letras were already melding into the basins shadows.
"Yawn~ I just wanted to pass the time…"
Though, in the back of their minds, this 'weak' devil was already far more dangerous than any of them had initially assumed.
The coalition's plan of theirs had just become infinitely more complicated; their differing personalities and little trust in one another was constantly under strain.
As Adam turned his back on the devils, the energy within him didn't dissipate; it transformed.
The calculated, warlord's focus melted away, replaced by a rising, primal heat that coiled in his gut. The sight of the two demonesses entered his vision. Their bodies were healed and radiating a desperate, willing energy.
Time to cash in his investments.
"With me," he commanded, his voice a low growl that allowed no discussion.
He didn't look back, striding with purposeful, powerful steps towards the solid stone building that housed his elites.
The towers peak was too far.
Blair and Agri scrambled to follow, their earlier rivalry forgotten in the face of his tangible, lustful intent; the air around him seemed to thicken, charged with a raw, predatory desire.
He shoved the heavy stone door open, the interior dim and cool compared to the hellish glow outside.
The common room was empty, the other peak-tier demons outside still overseeing the labor.
Without breaking stride, he turned down a narrow corridor. He stopped before an empty chamber, a cell-like room meant for recovery or solitary discipline.
"Blair. Keep watch. Let no one disturb us," he ordered, his voice rough, his gaze fixed ahead.
Blair froze, her blazing eyes widening for a split second before a wave of pure, physical envy washed over her. A twist of agony in her chest.
She could smell his intent in the air, the musk of pure, undiluted lust, yet he was choosing Agri again!
Her claws dug into her own palms, drawing faint beads of crimson blood.
But she obeyed, her pride forcing her to stand rigidly by the door, a guard of her own humiliation, awaiting for sounds she both dreaded to hear and desperately wished were for her.
Adam grabbed Agri's arm, his grip firm, and yanked her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them; the sharp sound echoed in the small space.
Before Agri could even process a thought, Adam spun her and with a casual, powerful flick of his wrist, tossed her onto the rough pile of hides that served as a crude bed.
"Mmmh?"
She landed with a soft gasp, more of shock than pain, her lithe body splayed out before him.
With a single shrug, he let the heavy hide cloak drop from his shoulders. It pooled at his feet, revealing his full, magnificent form.
His appearance had changed.
The steady refinement of his demonic prowess and devilish bloodline, of his power, was sculpting him to perfection.
His once short horns now swept back from his temples like a crown of slick, black obsidian, nearly five inches long. His skin, once pale, now held a subtle, warm red hue, as if lit by an ember from beneath his seemingly tender flesh.
He stood at 2.5 meters tall, a giant of perfectly sculpted muscle and beguiling, terrifying grace.
A long, powerful tail, tipped with a spade-like tip, swayed slowly behind him. His face was otherworldly handsomeness, sharpened by a demonic flair.
His eyes burned with hellfire. His blond hair was darkening at the roots, streaked through with veins of jet black.
And between his powerful thighs, his cock, already intimidating, had thickened and lengthened, a proud; already over a foot long!
He was the embodiment of corrupted desire in flesh.
Agri's breath hitched.
Her feral yellow eyes were wide, not with fear, but with overwhelming, dizzying excitement.
She trembled, but it was the tremble of a bowstring pulled taut, ready to release.
Her skin flushed a deeper shade of cobalt blue, her nipples pebbled into hard, eager points. A soft, wanton whimper escaped her lips as she saw the sheer, girth of his need.
This was it; the reward, his claiming!
And she was ready to be devoured.
Adam's mind was a blank white noise of pure, screaming lust.
All plans for the portal, all strategies against Kaelgor, all thoughts of the outside world were incinerated in this all-consuming desire.
He needed to vent.
He needed to dominate, to claim, to lose himself.
He looked down at the trembling, willing demoness beneath him; a sacrificial lamb and his release.
With a sound that was more beast than devil, he descended upon her.