Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 61: Claiming Natasha! ( R18 )

Jax’s grip on Natasha’s throat was firm but not crushing, a clear statement of ownership rather than a threat of immediate harm.

Her resignation was a fragile thing, a thin sheet of ice over a turbulent sea of despair and rage. He could see it in her eyes, the flicker of a fight not yet extinguished. He intended to shatter that ice completely.

"Obedience," Jax mused, his voice a low, calm rumble that seemed to absorb the very sound in the cell, "It’s a concept you seem to struggle with. But don’t worry. I’m an excellent teacher."

He released her throat, and Natasha slumped back against the cold stone, gasping for air. She watched him with wary, bloodshot eyes, expecting a blade, a spell of agony, something final and brutal. Instead, Jax simply raised a hand.

The air in the cell began to hum, a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in Natasha’s bones. The rough, grimy floor at the center of the cell began to soften and flow like dark water, rising and reshaping itself under Jax’s will.

Stone and grime coalesced into smooth, black silk, forming a large, plush bed that seemed to absorb the meager light of the dungeon. It was a thing of obscene comfort in a place designed for suffering.

Natasha stared, her mind struggling to reconcile the act of creation with the man she knew as a monster. "What... what are you doing?" she whispered, a tremor of genuine fear in her voice.

Jax didn’t answer. With another flick of his wrist, the air shimmered again.

A collection of objects materialized on a small, ornate table that appeared beside the bed. Phallic shapes carved from polished obsidian and gleaming, enchanted ivory.

Silken cords that shimmered with restraining magic. Vials of oils that glowed with a soft, inner light. Each item was a work of dark art, designed for one purpose alone.

To completely sexually torture Natasha until she was broken beyond repair.

Jax snapped his fingers again, and a new scent immediately began to bloom in the room. A faint, floral fragrance that swiftly dominated the prior stagnant air of the dungeon.

It was intoxicating, impossibly sweet, with a musky undertone that seemed to bypass Natasha’s conscious thought and speak directly to her biology. She felt a sudden, unwelcome warmth spread through her limbs, a tightening in her nipples, a dull, throbbing ache beginning deep in her core.

Her breath hitched. It was an aphrodisiac, potent and magical, and it was already working, fogging her senses and stirring a traitorous response in her body.

"No," she choked out, shaking her head as if to clear it. "Get that... that filth away from me."

Jax simply smiled, a cold, predatory curve of his lips. He moved to the bed, his movements fluid and confident.

He sat on the edge, patting the black silk beside him. "Come here, Natasha."

"Go to hell," she spat, but her voice lacked its earlier venom. The scent was making it hard to think, hard to focus on her hatred. Her body felt heavy, yet strangely sensitive. The rough fabric of her tunic suddenly felt abrasive against her hardening nipples.

"As you wish," Jax said with a shrug. He raised his hand again, and the silken cords shot from the table like vipers. They wrapped around Natasha’s wrists and ankles with impossible speed, the glowing runes on them flaring to life.

They didn’t pull her towards the bed. Instead, they yanked her from her feet, suspending her in the air a few feet off the ground, her limbs spread wide in a humiliating, vulnerable X-shape.

"Let me down, you bastard!" she screamed, thrashing against the magical bonds. They were unyielding, holding her fast.

Jax rose and approached her slowly. He was in no hurry. He reached out and, with a single, decisive gesture, ripped her tunic from neck to hem. The fabric fell away, leaving her upper body exposed to the cool dungeon air.

Her skin prickled, and she shivered, a mix of cold and rising heat. He tore away her trousers and undergarments with the same brutal efficiency, until she was hanging naked, her pale, athletic form completely exposed to his gaze.

"Look at you," Jax said, his voice a low murmur as he circled her suspended form.

"A Hero right, Killian’s cousin," Jax said as his eyes roamed her body, lingering on the firm curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the neat patch of hair between her legs,

"But you’re just a woman, aren’t you? Just like Killian’s mom, I can break you beyond repair with pleasure,"

Natasha squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block him out, to retreat into the fortress of her hatred. But the aphrodisiac-laced air was eroding its walls. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, could feel the traitorous moisture gathering between her thighs.

He picked up one of the obsidian phalluses from the table. It was cool to the touch, smooth and unnervingly perfect. He traced it up the inside of her thigh, and Natasha jolted as if struck by lightning.

"No!" she gasped, her body trembling.

"Shhh," Jax commanded softly. He pressed the cool tip of the toy against her swollen, sensitive folds. Natasha bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, determined not to make a sound.

But when Jax activated the toy with a whispered word, a deep, resonant vibration shot through it. It was a pleasure so intense, so alien, that it shattered her resolve. A choked moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"That’s it," Jax purred, a dark satisfaction in his tone. He moved the vibrating toy in slow, torturous circles around her clit, never quite giving her the direct stimulation she craved, yet driving her mad with need.

Her body, now an enemy, arched towards the touch. Her breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Stop... please..." she whimpered, the words a pathetic betrayal of everything she stood for.

"You don’t want me to stop," Jax corrected her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Your body is begging for it. It’s screaming for it. Listen to it."

He slid the vibrating toy down, teasing her entrance, before slowly, inch by inch, pushing it inside her. Natasha’s head fell back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

The vibration was relentless, filling her, stimulating her from the inside out. Her mind was a battlefield, her righteous warring with the overwhelming pleasure flooding her senses.

She tried to block it out, to think of Kayle, of her duty, of Killian, but the images were hazy, distant, powerless against the raw, physical reality of what was being done to her.

Jax watched her face, the play of emotions across her features. Defiance, despair, shame, and finally, a dawning, horrified pleasure. He picked up another toy, a smaller, ivory one designed for more delicate stimulation. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

While the obsidian phallus pulsed within her, he began to trace the ivory toy over her body, circling her areolas, flicking her engorged nipples.

Natasha was lost. Her moans were no longer muffled; they were loud, desperate cries of pleasure she couldn’t contain. Her body writhed in the silken bonds, no longer fighting to escape, but fighting for more of the sensation.

The aphrodisiac had completely clouded her judgment, breaking down her will until only the primal need for release remained. Tears of shame and ecstasy streamed down her face as she felt an orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that promised to obliterate everything she was.

"Look at me," Jax commanded, his voice cutting through her haze of ecstasy.

Natasha forced her eyes open, her vision blurry with tears. She saw him standing before her, his golden eyes burning with a triumphant, possessive fire. He was the author of her pleasure, the master of her breaking.

And as the orgasm finally crashed over her, a screaming, convulsing wave of pure, unadulterated bliss, she knew, with a soul-crushing certainty, that she was becoming his.