Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 133: What she really wants!

The duo moved to another location, this time a balcony on a building high in the sky, allowing them to see the last silver of the sun bleeding out across the horizon, leaving the sky in a state of beautiful, bruised twilight.

Below them, the Demon Capital transformed, the last rays of light giving way to a galaxy of man-made stars.

The lanterns, a sea of warm, floating embers, cast a gentle, romantic glow on Astra’s upturned face.

Her purple eyes reflected the countless points of light, and for once, the boundless energy in them was stilled, replaced by a deep, quiet contentment.

"...I’m glad I asked for this," she whispered a second time as they stood together, her voice barely audible over the faint hum of the city and the whisper of the wind at this height.

Jax rested his hands on the cool obsidian railing as he looked out onto the sunset, thinking of the date they had together.

Having gotten to know her better, all Jax could describe Astra as was a tempest contained in the form of a beautiful woman, a warrior of the storm who found delight in the simplest of things.

He turned to face her fully, his golden eyes glaring into her violet ones. The illusion veil still clung to them, a thin shimmer that muted his divine presence, but it couldn’t hide the intensity in his gaze.

"Me too," he said, his voice a low rumble.

Before she could react, before she could even process the simple, honest admission, he closed the small distance between them. He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin just below her ear. He leaned down and captured her lips.

The kiss was not what she expected from a first kiss. It wasn’t a chaste kiss like a-lot of her friends had spoken about, it was deep and slow, claiming her completely.

Astra froze for a split second, her entire body tensing in shock. Then, with a soft sigh, she melted against him. Her hands, which had been clasped behind her back, came up to rest tentatively on his chest.

She could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart through the thin fabric of his shirt, a rhythm that seemed to call to her own. She had never been kissed like this.

It wasn’t a fleeting touch of lips; it was a possession, a brand, a merging of essence that made her head spin and her knees feel weak.

When he finally pulled back, it was only by an inch. They were still close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips. Her eyes were wide, dazed, and filled with a swirling storm of emotions—surprise, desire, and a burgeoning hope.

"♥ Jax...♥" she breathed, his name a reverent whisper on her lips.

He simply watched her, waiting. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the shy hesitation warring with the dragon’s bold desire. He saw her take a breath to speak, then falter, then try again.

"Can... can you..." she started, her voice trembling slightly. She couldn’t meet his gaze, her eyes dropping to the intricate silver clasps on his shirt, "Can you do to me... what you do to Hydra?"

The question hung in the air, fragile and fraught with vulnerability. Jax felt a primal thrill surge through him.

He decided to push, just a little. He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted the White Storm Dragon to beg.

"What I do with Hydra?" he asked, his voice a low, innocent rumble. He tilted his head, a picture of feigned confusion, "What are you talking about?"

A blush, so deep and furious it was visible even in the dim twilight, spread across her cheeks and down her neck. She shook her head, her white hair swaying.

"No... not that," she mumbled, still refusing to look at him, "The... the other thing."

Jax’s hand moved from her cheek to her chin, gently but firmly forcing her to look up at him. His golden eyes were burning with an intensity that made her pussy clench.

"The other thing?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a husky, predatory growl, "Astra, you’re going to have to be more specific. I do a lot of things."

She swallowed hard, her throat working. The shyness was battling with the dragon’s pride, and for a moment, he thought she might retreat. But then something shifted in her eyes. The desire won.

"You... you bed her," she whispered, the words so quiet they were almost stolen by the wind. "You claim her. You make her... yours."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, "And you want me to claim you?"❰he murmured, his voice a silken threat, "Is that what my little dragon is asking for?"

A full-body tremor ran through her, a mixture of fear and raw, unadulterated need. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Yes," she breathed, "Gods, yes."

He pulled back, his expression unreadable, "Then ask me properly."

Her eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief, "What?"

"You heard me," he said, his voice flat, commanding, "You’re a dragon. A queen of the skies. You don’t mumble and whisper. You demand what you want. So ask me, Astra. Beg me."

The words were a challenge, a gauntlet thrown at her feet. She stared at him, her purple eyes blazing. The shy, bubbly girl was gone, replaced by the proud, powerful storm dragon. She saw what he was doing. He wasn’t being cruel; he was testing her, forcing her to claim her own desire.

And she passed the test.

She straightened her shoulders, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt. She pulled him closer, her eyes locked on his, a fiery determination in their depths.

"Please, Jax,"she said, her voice clear and ringing with power, though it still trembled with lust. "Fuck me. I want you to take me to your quarters, throw me on your bed, and fuck me until I can’t remember my own name. I want you to claim me. I want to be yours. Please... my king... fuck me."

The last word was a raw, desperate plea that shattered the last of his restraint.

With a low growl of satisfaction, Jax swept her up into his arms. She let out a surprised yelp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. He held her effortlessly, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back.

"As you wish," he rumbled.

The world around them dissolved. The observation terrace, the sea of lanterns, the entire city vanished in a swirl of prismatic light.

The teleportation was instantaneous, a violent folding of space that would have sickened a lesser being. To Astra, wrapped in Jax’s arms, it was merely a breathtaking, stomach-dropping lurch.

They reappeared in a flash of dim, atmospheric light. They were in his personal quarters. It was a vast, circular chamber, dominated by a monstrously large bed draped in black and crimson silks.

He didn’t waste a second. He strode to the bed and gently, but firmly, laid her down upon the soft silks. He loomed over her, his golden eyes burning in the dim light, his presence no longer veiled or restrained.

It washed over her, a tidal wave of pure, demonic power that made her heart race and her body ache with need.

"You asked for this, Astra,"he growled, his hands moving to the hem of her flowing top. "Now you’re going to get it. All of it."