Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 139: The Next Morning ( R18 )
The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains, painting golden stripes across the tangled black and crimson silks.
Jax finally woke up, stirring not to the loud morning noise outside the room, but to a slow, pleasureful warmth spreading through his groin and sending shivers down his spine.
It was a familiar, pleasant feeling, the heavy, insistent throb of a morning erection, but there was something more that the Demon King was feeling. A rhythmic, wet heat wrapped around that morning erection.
He opened his eyes, his golden gaze slowly focusing.
Astra was on top of him. Her pale body was straddling his hips, her silver-white hair a wild cascade down her back, partially obscuring the delicate curve of her spine. Her head was thrown back, her face a mask of pure, concentrated pleasure, her violet eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent ’o’ of ecstasy.
She was rising and falling on his cock, her movements slow, sensual, and utterly mesmerizing. She was riding his morning wood, her slick pussy gripping him like a silken glove with every downward roll of her hips.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Jax’s face. He lay perfectly still, his hands resting on the bed beside him, content to watch, to enjoy the wake-up call his little dragon was so enthusiastically providing.
He could feel the soft tremors running through her thighs, see the way her breasts bounced with each movement. The room was quiet, save for the soft, slick sounds of their coupling and her breathy, almost inaudible moans.
She was still tight, still deliciously snug around him, but the soreness from last night’s brutal claiming had clearly faded, replaced by a hungry, insatiable need.
She was taking her pleasure from him, using his cock to chase her own bliss, and the sight was one of the most erotic things he had ever witnessed.
He decided it was time to participate.
His hands moved, slow and deliberate, coming to rest on her hips. His touch was electric. Astra’s eyes flew open with a gasp, her rhythm faltering for a second as she looked down at him, a flicker of shyness warring with the lust burning in her gaze.
"Don’t stop on my account," he rumbled, his voice a deep, husky morning growl. He tightened his grip on her hips, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there, "Ride me, babygirl. Take what you need."
His encouragement was all it took. The shyness vanished, replaced by a renewed, fiery determination. She placed her hands on his chest for leverage, her fingers splayed across his hard muscles, and began to move again.
This time, her movements were more confident, more powerful. She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every downstroke, her movements becoming faster, more erratic as her pleasure built.
"♥ That’s it... just like that... ♥" she whimpered, her head falling forward, her silver hair curtaining their faces. She was chasing her release, a beautiful, desperate creature of pure need.
Her thighs trembled as she felt that thick cock stretching her open over and over, and soon, Jax began to meet her thrusts, his hips rising from the bed to slam his cock deeper into her as she came down.
The new angle made her cry out, a sharp, pleasure-filled sound that went straight to his head. He watched her face, captivated by the play of emotions across it, the concentration, the pleasure, the desperate, building tension.
He could feel her getting closer. Her inner walls began to flutter around him, her movements becoming more frantic, less controlled. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into high-pitched whimpers.
"♥ Jax!... Jax, I’m... I’m close!... ♥" she sobbed, her nails digging into his chest.
"Let go, Astra," he commanded, his voice firm and sure. He slid one hand up her back, tangling it in her hair, and pulled her down for a searing kiss. He swallowed her cries as he slammed his hips up, hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot with a perfectly aimed thrust.
That was it.
Her body went rigid, her back arching like a bow. A scream tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release.
Her pussy convulsed around his cock, a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms that milked him relentlessly. Her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm, a wave of pleasure so intense it left her gasping and breathless.
When it was over, she collapsed onto his chest, her body boneless and spent. She was a trembling, sweaty mess, her heart hammering against his ribs. She lay there for a long moment, just breathing, her face buried in the crook of his neck.
Jax wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his cock still buried deep inside her. He stroked her back, his touch gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to the brutal passion from the night before.
After a moment, she stirred, lifting her head to look at him. Her violet eyes were soft, hazy with bliss and a deep, burgeoning affection. She leaned in and kissed him, a soft, sweet, reverent kiss that was full of unspoken emotion.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. She kissed him again, her lips brushing against his. "Thank you... for everything."
Jax looked up at the beautiful, sated woman in his arms, the dragoness who had come to him demanding to be claimed and was now looking at him with an expression of utter devotion.
"You’re mine now, Astra,"he said, his voice a low, possessive rumble. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact.
"Yes," she breathed, a serene smile gracing her lips. "I’m yours."
She settled back onto his chest, her body relaxing completely into his embrace. The sun climbed higher, bathing the room in a warm, golden light, but for the king and his dragoness, the world outside their bed had ceased to exist. They were exactly where they were meant to be.
In each-other’s arms.
