Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 148: Fucking Alexi! ( R18 )
The word "mine" echoed in the chamber of her mind, a final, damning pronouncement. Panic, cold and primal, clawed at her throat. Her body, a moment ago a vessel of willing submission, now went rigid with a new, sharper terror.
Her sphincter clenched into a tight, panicked knot, a last, futile defense against the unthinkable invasion. Her eyes, locked on her reflection in the mirror, were wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful.
Jax felt her resistance, and it only seemed to amuse him. He chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated through her body, "Still a little fight left in you, huh? Good. I like it when they struggle a little."
He leaned back, and Alexi braced herself for the brutal, dry entry she was certain was coming. Instead, she felt a sudden, shocking wetness. He had spat on her asshole.
The act was so lewd, so deliberately degrading, that it sent a fresh jolt of humiliating heat through her core. The warm saliva trickled over the tight ring of muscle, a slick, obscene promise of what was to come.
But he wasn’t done. He placed his thumb against her slickened entrance, and she felt a strange, tingling warmth spread from his touch.
It was magic. A deep, resonant hum filled the air, and she felt her own body respond to his will. The tight, panicked muscles of her ass began to relax, not by her own volition, but by his command.
A slick, internal lubrication coated her passage, a magical preparation that bypassed her body’s natural defenses and left her feeling even more violated, more controlled. He wasn’t just going to take her; he was going to make her body betray her, make it welcome its own defilement.
"Please," she whimpered, the word a pathetic, broken thing. She didn’t even know what she was begging for. For him to stop? For him to get it over with?
"Please what?" he mocked, positioning the thick, slick head of his cock against her now-spit-and-magic-lubed asshole, "Please fuck your tight, virgin ass? Say it, Alexi. Beg me for it."
She couldn’t. Her pride, a ghost of its former self, wouldn’t let her. She just shook her head, a silent, tearful refusal.
"Suit yourself," he grunted, and began to push.
The pressure was immense. For a terrifying moment, it felt like he was trying to shove a stone into a keyhole. Her body, despite his magic, fought him. The pain was sharp, a burning, stretching sensation that brought fresh tears to her eyes.
She watched in the mirror, a morbid spectator to her own violation, as his powerful hips flexed, as the muscles in his thighs corded with the effort.
And then, with a sudden, sharp pop, the head of his cock breached the tight ring of her sphincter and slid inside.
"♥AHHHHHHH!♥"
The sound that tore from her throat was a strangled, primal scream. It was a symphony of agony and ecstasy. The pain was blinding, a white-hot fire of being stretched beyond her natural limits, a tearing, burning sensation that stole her breath.
But woven through that agony was a thread of intense, shocking pleasure. A deep, full, forbidden sensation that resonated in a place she never knew existed. It was the pleasure of being utterly filled, of being taken in the most forbidden way imaginable.
For a few seconds, the pain was dominant. She trembled uncontrollably, her hands clenching into fists against the stone floor. But Jax didn’t move, giving her a moment to adjust to the monstrous intrusion. He just held her there, the tip of his cock nestled just inside her ass, a claim staked.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Tighter than I imagined. This ass is going to be mine forever."
He began to push again, slowly, inexorably. He gripped her waist with his powerful hands, his fingers digging into her flesh, and used the leverage to pull her back onto his cock as he pushed forward. It was a double assault, a pincer movement of pure possession.
The pain began to fade, receding like a tide, replaced by a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated sensation. Every inch he sank into her sent a new shockwave of pleasure through her system.
The feeling of his thick, veiny shaft sliding deeper and deeper into her most forbidden place, stretching her, claiming her, was the most intense thing she had ever felt. She could feel every ridge, every throb of his cock inside her.
He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. His heavy balls rested against the slick, swollen lips of her neglected pussy, and she felt a profound, shocking sense of completeness. He was all the way inside her. He had conquered every part of her.
In the mirror, she saw herself. Her mouth was open in a silent ’O’ of shock and pleasure. Her eyes were rolled back, her expression one of mindless, deranged bliss.
The pathetic, broken girl from moments before was gone, replaced by a creature consumed by a pleasure so intense it bordered on madness.
Then, he began to thrust.
He pulled out slowly, drawing a long, guttural moan from her lips as her ass clung to his retreating shaft, before slamming back in, his hips slapping against her ass with a loud, wet smack.
"♥YES!♥" she screamed, the word torn from her soul.
He set a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a deep, powerful stroke that sent shockwaves through her entire body.
The cell was filled with the obscene, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, a rhythm that was now the beat of her heart. He was fucking her ass, and it was the most glorious, terrifying, and pleasurable thing she had ever experienced.
Her mind shattered. The Elemental Mage, the Hero, the virgin, all were gone. There was only this. Only the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of her ass, only the overwhelming pleasure that was building into an unstoppable crescendo.
Her body was no longer her own; it was his instrument, and he was playing it with masterful, brutal skill. She was deranged with pleasure, a mindless, moaning, writhing thing, lost in the storm of her own defilement and the ecstatic bliss of her absolute and total surrender.
