Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 123: Anal ( R18 )

For an eternity, or perhaps only a few minutes, they lay in a tangled, sweaty heap. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint, contented hum of the divine chamber.

Lilith was a dead weight on his chest, her body limp with satisfaction, her heart a frantic drum against his ribs. Jax could feel his own seed, warm and thick, leaking from her, a physical claim that resonated with the primal part of his soul.

He had conquered her once more, thoroughly and completely, but the game was not over.

Lilith stirred, a soft, cat-like sigh escaping her lips. She pushed herself up, her silver hair a wild curtain around her face.

A lazy, sated smile curved her lips as she looked down at him. She felt like a queen who had just tamed a dragon, reveling in the power she had wielded, the pleasure she had commanded.

❤"Well, my king,"❤ she purred, her voice a husky whisper. ❤"I trust you enjoyed your reward?"❤

Jax’s golden eyes, which had been soft with post-coital bliss, hardened in an instant. The predator was back. He didn’t answer. Instead, he flexed his wrists.

The shadow ropes, which had seemed so unbreakable, strained. The obsidian thorns of the bedframe groaned. With a sound like tearing fabric, the ropes snapped. Jax was free.

Lilith’s eyes widened in shock, her lazy satisfaction evaporating in a puff of icy fear. Before she could even process what had happened, Jax moved.

He moved with a speed and force that was utterly terrifying. In a blur of motion, he rolled them, pinning her beneath him on the bed. His weight was immense, crushing, his muscles like iron bands around her.

❤"Jax! What!"❤ she gasped, but her words were cut off by a sharp, stinging slap.

~PAH!~

His hand came down hard on her ass, the sound echoing like a whip-crack in the silent chamber. Pain and a shocking, illicit pleasure shot through her.

❤"You thought that was it?"❤ he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through her entire body. His hand came down again, on the other cheek, leaving a matching red handprint.

"You thought you were in control? You dumb slut."

The words, so degrading, so utterly possessive, hit her like a physical blow. And a part of her, the deep, hidden part she kept secret even from herself, rejoiced

. This was it. This was what she had truly wanted. Not the teasing worship, not the controlled pleasure, but this raw, unbridled domination.

"You bind your god,"❰ he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. "You ride my cock like a common whore and think you’ve won? You forget your place."

He hauled her off his body, forcing her onto her hands and knees on the bed. He kicked her legs apart, leaving her ass high and vulnerable, her glistening pussy and tight asshole completely exposed to his gaze.

She trembled, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through her.

She felt him move behind her, and then something hot, hard, and impossibly thick was slapped against her folds. His cock. He was rubbing it up and down her slit, coating it in their combined fluids. She moaned, pushing back against him, desperate to feel him inside her again.

But then he moved higher.

He slapped the thick head of his cock against her tight, puckered asshole. A jolt of pure panic shot through Lilith.

❤"No! Jax, not there!"❤ she whimpered, her body tensing. That was a place no one had ever been, a final bastion of her self.

"Silence," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He grabbed her hips, his grip like a vise.

"I am your king. I conquered your mouth, I claimed your womb. I own all of you, Lilith. Every single hole. This one," he said, pressing his thumb against her tight entrance, making her flinch, "belongs to me too."

Before she could protest further, he began to push. The head of his massive, slick cock pressed against her unyielding ring of muscle. The pressure was immense, a burning, stretching sensation that bordered on pain. She cried out, her hands fisting the blood-red sheets.

"Relax," he growled, his tone unyielding. "Take your king’s cock."

He pushed harder, and with a sudden, sharp pop, the head of his cock breached her tight ring.

Lilith screamed. It was a sound of pure, shocked agony, but underneath it, a new, terrifying, and utterly exhilarating sensation was blooming.

The pain was intense, but it was mingled with a dark, perverse pleasure, a feeling of being utterly and completely possessed, of being taken in a way no one ever had.

He didn’t stop. He pushed into her slowly, relentlessly, inch by thick, agonizing inch. Her body was forced to accommodate him, stretching to its limits. It felt like he was splitting her in two, and the thought sent a fresh wave of liquid heat to her core.

Finally, he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against her ass. He held himself there, letting her adjust, letting her feel the full, overwhelming reality of his possession.

"Whose ass is this?" he demanded, his voice a low growl as he spanked her.

❤"Yours!"❤ she sobbed, tears of pain and pleasure streaming down her face. ❤"It’s yours, my king! It’s all yours!"

He began to move.

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, before sliding back in, just as slow. The friction was incredible, a burning, intense pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever felt. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, lighting up nerve endings she never knew she had.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. He was fucking her ass now, truly claiming it, using her for his pleasure. And the pleasure he was giving her was astronomical. It was a high so potent, so addictive, that it made all her previous experiences seem like pale imitations.

❤"Oh, gods! Jax! YES!"❤ she shrieked, her body rocking with the force of his thrusts. The pain had receded, replaced by a mind-numbing, all-consuming ecstasy. ❤"Fuck my ass! Fuck your slut’s ass! It’s yours! It’s all yours!"

He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took.

The world exploded.

Lilith’s orgasm was a cataclysm. It wasn’t a wave; it was a tsunami. A silent scream tore from her throat as her entire body convulsed, her pussy and ass clamping down simultaneously.

Her vision went white, her mind wiped clean of everything but the overwhelming, all-encompassing pleasure of being utterly and completely claimed by her king.

The feeling of her ass spasming around his cock was Jax’s undoing. With a final, triumphant roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. He pumped her ass full of his hot, thick seed, a final, definitive mark of his ownership.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight a welcome, crushing pressure. They lay there, a panting, sweaty, trembling mess. Jax slowly pulled out of her, and a trickle of his cum leaked from her ravaged ass, a final, possessive sign of his conquest.

Lilith was broken. She was shattered. She had been used, degraded, and claimed in the most primal way imaginable. And as she lay there, drifting in a sea of blissful exhaustion, she had never felt more complete, more worshiped, or more loved.