Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 171: Pleasing the Witches ( R18 )
The waves of his orgasm receded slowly, leaving Jax floating in a sea of blissful satiation. The air was thick with the scent of sex and magic, a potent cocktail that was both intoxicating and invigorating.
The witches around him were still humming with pleasure, their hands and mouths continuing their reverent worship, lapping up every drop of his release as if it were the finest drink in the entire world.
The redhead who had taken the brunt of his load was being cleaned by her sister witches, their tongues gently tracing the lines of cum on her chin and breasts, their actions a mixture of eroticism and tender care.
For a moment, Jax simply basked in it. The sheer, overwhelming devotion was a drug, and he was a willing addict. But as the last tremors of his climax faded, a new, more primal need began to stir deep within him.
The pleasure had been immense, but it was merely an appetizer. His body, already recovering with supernatural speed, craved more.
He craved the tight, clenching heat of a pussy wrapped around his cock. He craved the desperate cries of a woman impaled on his length. He needed to fuck.
His eyes, dark and predatory, swept over the sea of beautiful, naked bodies before him. They were all aching for him, their eyes glazed with lust, their bodies trembling with need.
Who to choose? The elder, with her experienced, knowing gaze? The youth, with her frantic energy? He could have them all, but he had to start somewhere.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. Let fate decide.
His hand shot out, not with purpose, but with randomness, closing around the wrist of a witch standing just to his left. She gasped, her eyes flying wide as she was plucked from the crowd with effortless ease.
She was a willowy thing, with skin the color of warm honey and a cascade of tight, dark curls that framed a heart-shaped face. Her eyes, the color of rich amber, were wide with a mixture of shock and unadulterated excitement.
Before she could even process what was happening, Jax moved. He released the two witches he had been holding, who stumbled back with soft whimpers of protest. In one fluid, powerful motion, he scooped the amber-eyed witch into his arms.
She weighed nothing to him. He turned, his back to the crowd, and slammed her back against the seamless crystal wall of the bedroom.
The impact knocked the breath from her lungs in a sharp
"UGH!"
But the sound was instantly replaced by a high-pitched keen of anticipation. Jax didn’t wait. He didn’t tease. He positioned her, her legs wrapping instinctively around his powerful waist, and with a guttural groan, he drove his hips forward.
His massive, still-hard cock, slick with the saliva of his previous lovers, split her folds and plunged into her in one single, devastating thrust.
"♥ FUUUUUCK! ♥"
The scream that tore from her lips was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and shock. He was impossibly deep, a thick, hard pillar of flesh that seemed to touch her very soul.
The penetration was absolute, a complete and total claiming that stole her breath and shattered her thoughts.
Her head fell back against the cool crystal, her mouth agape, her eyes rolled back in her head as her body struggled to process the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly, so completely filled.
Jax gave her no time to adjust. He began to move, his hips pulling back until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, before slamming forward again, burying himself to the hilt.
He set a brutal, punishing rhythm, his powerful body driving into hers again and again, the wet, slapping sound of their flesh meeting echoing in the cavernous room.
"So... tight." Jax muttered, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "You feel that? You feel how deep I am?"
"♥ Yes! ♥" she sobbed, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body a vessel for pure pleasure. "♥ Yes, my King! So deep! It’s... it’s too much! ♥"
"It’s never too much," he snarled, his pace quickening, his cock hammering into her cervix, the slight pain only intensifying the pleasure, "You’ll take all of me "
And as he fucked the chosen witch against the wall, the other witches redoubled their efforts, their worship becoming a frantic, desperate frenzy. They were not left out; they were part of the act.
They pressed against his back, their soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing against his skin as they rained kisses down his spine. Hands reached around to caress his chest, his stomach, his thighs.
Two witches knelt at his feet, their tongues lapping at his balls as they swung forward with every thrust, their moans of pleasure adding to the symphony of lust.
Another witch, the one with the constellation of freckles, stood on her toes to kiss and bite his ass, her hands gripping his muscular cheeks.
The purple-haired youth he had abandoned earlier pressed herself against his side, her lips finding his nipple, sucking and biting as her hand snaked down to pinch the clit of the witch he was fucking, adding a new layer of sensation to the already overwhelmed woman.
The amber-eyed witch was lost. The world had narrowed to the thick, relentless cock pistoning inside her, the hands and mouths of her sisters pleasuring her King, and the possessive growls in her ear.
She could feel another orgasm building, far more powerful than the first, a tidal wave of ecstasy that threatened to drown her completely.
"♥ Please... my King... I’m... I’m going to... ♥" she babbled, her voice broken by his powerful thrusts.
" Then cum, " Jax commanded, his voice thick with his own rising pleasure, " Cum on my cock. Let me feel you,"
His words were her undoing. With a silent, strangled scream, her body seized. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vise, spasming violently as a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through her.
Her entire body went rigid, her back arching off the wall, a fresh gush of her slick warmth coating his shaft and dripping down his thighs.
The feeling of her tight, convulsing pussy milking him was his undoing. With a final, brutal roar, Jax slammed into her one last time and came.
His cock throbbed, pumping a huge, hot load of his seed deep into her womb, flooding her until it trickled out around his shaft, mingling with her own juices on the floor below.
He held her there, pinned against the wall, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The other witches moaned in collective triumph, their hands still stroking, their lips still kissing, basking in the reflected glory of their King’s pleasure.
Slowly, carefully, Jax pulled out, a thick river of cum following his withdrawal. The amber-eyed witch went limp in his arms, completely spent, a blissful, sated smile on her face.
He carried her to the massive bed, laying her down gently amongst the cloud-like furs. He stood for a moment, his chest heaving, his gaze sweeping over the remaining witches.
His grin was feral, his eyes burning with renewed fire. There were still more Witches waiting, And he was just getting started.
