Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 124: Farewell Wishes!
The next morning, the first thing Jax could feel around him was the intimate warmth that surrounded him.
It wasn’t the ambient, velvet heat of Lilith’s domain within the Divine Realm, but a living, breathing warmth that pressed against his entire side.
The second thing was the scent of Lilith, a heady mix of vanilla, dark chocolate, and the musky, satisfied aroma of their night of raw, primal fucking that clouded his nose greatly.
He opened his eyes. The crimson crystal walls of the chamber were soft with the gentle light of a divine dawn.
He was lying on his back, and Lilith was nestled against him, her head on his chest, most likely listening to his heart-beat, and one leg thrown possessively over his own.
Her beautiful hair was a tangled, glorious mess across his shoulder, and her skin, usually flawless, was peppered with the faint, fading marks of his possession that he laid onto her the night before, the bite marks on her breasts and the red handprints on her ass the most notable.
And then, as he was getting his bearings, Jax felt it, the slow, but very deliberate clench around his cock.
"F~uckk," He groaned as his cock twitched, realizing he was already inside of Lilith.
He looked down, lifting the sheet slightly. She had somehow maneuvered them in their sleep, or perhaps she had woken earlier and done this deliberately. His thick, morning-hard shaft was buried to the hilt within her, her pussy holding him in a warm, wet, intimate embrace.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt him stir. She tilted her head back, her crimson eyes, soft and hazy with sleep and adoration, meeting his.
A slow, beautiful smile spread across her face, a stark contrast to the wild, lust-crazed goddess of the night before. This was Lilith, serene and content.
❤"Good morning, my king,"❤ she whispered, her voice husky and tender.
She shifted her hips, a slow, undulating roll that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through him. Her inner walls rippled around his length, a deliberate, loving caress. He was still buried deep inside her, and she was using her body to wake him up in the most exquisite way possible.
❤"I hope you slept well,"❤ she murmured, her hand coming up to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his muscles. ❤"I know I did. I don’t think I’ve ever slept so soundly."❤
She moved again, a slow, sensual grind that was not about chasing an orgasm, but about savoring the connection. It was a dance of pure intimacy.
Every movement made her tremble, not with the frantic desperation of last night, but with a deep, resonant pleasure that seemed to emanate from her very soul.
❤"I could stay like this forever,"❤ she breathed, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the sensation of him filling her. ❤"Just like this. Connected."❤
Jax wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, his hand resting on the small of her back. He said nothing, content to let her set the pace, to simply exist in this perfect, peaceful moment with her.
He could feel the love pouring off her in waves, a stark, beautiful contrast to the raw lust and degradation they had reveled in hours ago. It was a duality he was coming to understand was the very essence of their bond.
❤"Last night..."❤ she began softly, her eyes opening to meet his again. They were clear, without shame or regret. ❤"Last night was everything I needed. Thank you."❤
She leaned up, her lips finding his. The kiss was slow, deep, and impossibly tender. It was a kiss of gratitude, of love, of profound, unshakeable devotion.
There was no hunger in it, only a quiet, overwhelming affection. She poured all of her feelings into that one kiss, her body trembling gently against his as she did.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes were shining. ❤"But the sun is rising,"❤ she said, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy. ❤"And the world needs its king."❤
She gave him one last, slow, grinding roll of her hips, her pussy clenching around him one final time as if to memorize his shape. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips. Then, with a reluctance that was palpable, she began to pull away.
She lifted her leg, and slowly, carefully, she dismounted him. His cock slid out of her, followed by a trickle of his seed, a final, tangible reminder of their union. She lay beside him for a moment, her body still humming with the afterglow, before propping herself up on her elbow.
❤"Go now,"❤ Lilith said, her voice firm but full of warmth. ❤"Go and wage your war. Go and be the king they all need you to be. Go and show them what a true god of conquest looks like."❤
She leaned in and kissed him again, a quick, firm peck on the lips.
❤"Be strong,"❤ she whispered, her crimson eyes burning with a fierce pride. ❤"Be merciless. And come back to me."❤
She watched as he rose from the bed, his powerful form a sight she knew she would never tire of. He didn’t bother with clothes; in his own domain, he needed none. He simply gave her a final, knowing look, a silent promise that he would do exactly as she asked.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked toward the center of the chamber. Reality bent to his will. The air shimmered, and with a soft fold of space, Jax vanished, returning to Terra to face the destiny he had forged.
Lilith lay back on the bed, her hand resting on the still-warm spot where he had been. She could still feel him inside her, a ghost of a feeling that brought a smile to her lips.
The Goddess of Lust was alone again, but she was not lonely, snapping her fingers and bringing up a broadcast of what was going on, eager to see Jax take down the Heroes and all the others who stood in his way.
