Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 103: Tasting Nulissa ( R18 )

Jax’s blood was a cascade of raw, untamed demonic energy that flooded Nulissa’s senses and set her very soul ablaze. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted, not the sweet, placid blood of a docile human, nor the ancient, stagnant blood of an elder vampire.

This was life in its most potent, concentrated form. It was the essence of a King, a God amongst Men. and a being who simply was on another level than anyone else she had encountered in the past.

The initial sharp sting of her fangs in his neck gave way to a wave of pure, unadulterated euphoria that washed over her. It was a high more potent than any alchemical concoction, a rush of energy that made her feel invincible, divine.

She could feel his strength, his vitality, his very will to dominate flowing into her, mingling with her own vampiric essence. It was a transfer of power, a sharing of life, and it was the most intoxicating experience of her long, long existence.

"♥F~UCKKK YESS!♥" Was all she could moan out

Her body, already pressed tightly against his, seemed to hum with newfound energy. Every nerve ending was on fire, every cell screaming in pleasure.

The hand that had been clutching his shoulder tightened, her nails digging into his linen shirt, her grip possessive, desperate. Her other hand slid up his chest, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place as she drank.

"More, please more ♥," She whimpered out as she became lost in this addictive sensation.

She drew another deep, slow pull, savoring the thick, hot liquid as it slid down her throat. With each swallow, she felt a change within her. It was as if a dormant part of her was awakening, a primal, queenly power that had been suppressed.

This was what she was meant to consume. This was what she was meant to be.

The pleasure built to an impossible peak, a tidal wave of ecstasy that was no longer just physical but spiritual.

It coiled deep within her, a tightening, pulsating pressure that demanded release. She moaned against his neck, the sound a muffled, desperate vibration as she continued to drink. And then, with a sudden, violent shudder, the dam broke.

Her orgasm hit her like a lightning strike. A sharp, guttural cry was torn from her throat, muffled by the flesh of his neck.

"♥NGMHMMMMMM!♥" She moaned out loudly as she began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her pussy, already soaking wet, clenched and spasmed, a gush of her hot, slick juices flooding her panties and soaking the front of his trousers.

Her knees buckled, and if Jax hadn’t been holding her, pinning her against the wall with his own powerful body, she would have collapsed to the floor in a quivering, sobbing heap.

It was an orgasm born not of touch, but of taste, of power, of the ultimate act of submission and possession.

Jax felt her tremble, heard her cry of release. He felt the hot gush of her arousal against his thigh.

He gently, but firmly, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back, breaking her hold on his neck. Nulissa’s fangs slid from his flesh with a soft, wet sound, and she stared at him, her crimson eyes wide and dazed, glowing with a faint, residual light.

A single, perfect drop of his blood, dark and gleaming, clung to her lower lip.

Without a word, Jax leaned in and kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss. He tasted his own blood on her lips, a coppery, metallic tang mixed with the sweet, unique flavor of her mouth. It was a dark, intimate sharing, a sealing of their bond.

He swept his tongue into her mouth, claiming her, tasting the remnants of his power that now thrummed within her.

Nulissa, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, kissed him back with a desperate, hungry fervor. She was his now, completely and utterly.

Jax broke the kiss and, with a strength that seemed effortless, scooped her into his arms. Her long, legs, clad in elegant silk, wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried her across the room.

He reached the edge of the massive bed and gently laid her down on the pristine white sheets.

He stood over her for a moment, his golden eyes burning as he looked down at her. She was a vision of debauched royalty.

Her lips were swollen and glistening, her face flushed a dark crimson, her eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss and a newfound, hungry power. Her elegant dress was disheveled, her chest heaving.

He knelt on the bed, straddling her, but not putting his full weight on her. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, right next to the two small, red puncture marks his own fangs had yet to make.

He kissed her there, a soft, lingering kiss, then another, and another. He began to trail a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body.

He wasn’t just kissing her; he was marking her. He sucked gently at the skin of her neck, leaving a dark, purpling hickey, a brand of his possession.

He moved lower, his lips tracing the elegant curve of her collarbone. He could feel her pulse thrumming beneath his lips, a frantic, excited beat.

His hands moved to the front of her dress, his fingers deftly undoing the intricate clasps. He pulled the fabric aside, exposing the full, heavy mounds of her breasts, her nipples already hard and erect, peaking like dark, ripe berries in the cool air of the room.

He lowered his head, his lips closing over one taut peak. He sucked, hard, drawing her nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. Nulissa arched her back, a sharp cry of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Right there ♥, Oh~fuck yes baby ♥," Nulissa moaned out as she felt her body being barraged with pleasure, her fingers tangling with Jax’s hair, holding him to her breast as he worshipped her with his mouth.

His sucking left a dark, love-bite mark on the pale skin of her breast, a mirror to the one on her neck.

He gave her other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

"Hahh... fuck." Nulissa moaned out again, writhing beneath him.

he had never felt so desired, so worshipped, so completely consumed by another’s passion.

After thoroughly marking both of her breasts, he began to kiss his way down her stomach. His lips traced the soft, flat plane of her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, making her gasp.

He could feel the muscles of her abdomen quivering beneath his touch. He could smell her arousal, a sweet, musky, intoxicating scent that grew stronger with every inch he descended.

He reached the hem of her dress, his fingers hooking into the delicate fabric. He looked up at her, his golden eyes meeting her hazy eyes, and with a single, powerful tug, he ripped the dress open, tearing it from her body and exposing her completely to his gaze.

She was magnificent. Her body was a masterpiece of pale, flawless skin and soft, womanly curves. And between her thighs, her pussy was a breathtaking sight.

The lips were swollen and puffy, glistening with her slick arousal, a beautiful, inviting shade of pink. A small, neat triangle of blood-red hair pointed the way to her treasure.

He didn’t wait. He lowered his head, his parting her folds with his thumbs. He could see her clit, hard and peeking out from its hood, begging for attention. He leaned in and blew a soft, warm breath over her sensitive flesh.

Nulissa cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily. "♥Jax!♥" she moaned, his name a desperate, broken plea on her lips.

He smiled against her skin. And then, he tasted her. He flattened his tongue and gave her a long, slow, deliberate lick from her dripping entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit.

The taste was divine, sweet and uniquely hers. He was finally tasting his Vampire Clan Leader, and he knew he was never going to get enough.