Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 73: Creampie ( R18 )

Serika’s cock clamped down on Jax’s cock like a vise, a hot, wet, pulsating grip that milked him for all he was worth. The sensation was the final, exquisite push he needed.

With a guttural, triumphant roar that was more beast than man, Jax drove himself into her one last time, burying his cock to the hilt as his own orgasm erupted.

His cock pulsed, a powerful, rhythmic throbbing as a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooded her insides. He was breeding her, marking her from the inside out, claiming her in the most primal, irrefutable way possible.

The feeling of his hot cum filling her, coating her inner walls, sent Serika into a second, even more powerful wave of orgasms. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, her screams dissolving into incoherent, sobbing whimpers of pure, unadulterated bliss.

She was no longer just a maid; she was his Queen, his vessel, filled with his essence, forever marked by his power.

He stayed inside her, his body trembling with the aftershocks, until the last spurts of his cum had subsided. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled out.

The sight was one he would cherish forever. Serika’s pussy, once a delicate pink, was now a puffy, swollen red, thoroughly used and ravaged.

Her hole, which had been stretched so wide around his cock, gaped slightly, a beautiful, well-fucked portal, and from it, his thick, white seed began to slowly, lazily leak out, tracing a path down the curve of her ass and onto the already soaked sheets beneath her.

It was a masterpiece of debauchery, a testament to his dominance and her submission. He had claimed her, and the evidence was breathtaking.

Serika lay limp and boneless, a sated, whimpering mess, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, a small, contented smile on her lips. She was completely and utterly his.

But the night was far from over.

Jax turned his head, his golden eyes finding Hydra’s. She was still on her side, her fingers still buried in her own pussy, her green eyes wide and burning with a feverish, desperate need.

She had watched the entire spectacle, her arousal building to an almost painful peak. Her flame aura was a chaotic dance of fiery orange and deep crimson, a visible manifestation of her rampaging lust.

"Your turn, my Dragoness," Jax said, his voice a low, husky growl.

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. He moved, rolling onto his back in the center of the bed, his cock, slick with Serika’s juices and his own cum, lying hard and ready against his stomach. He crossed his arms behind his head, a picture of relaxed, confident power. "Come and get it."

Hydra needed no further invitation. With a speed and agility that defied her voluptuous frame, she was on him.

She straddled his hips, her powerful thighs on either side of his waist, her dripping pussy hovering just above his waiting cock. She looked down at him, her green eyes burning with a possessive, hungry fire.

This was not the gentle, worshipful coupling he had just shared with Serika. This was a clash of equals, a battle of wills and passion.

She reached down, her hand wrapping around his slick, hard shaft, guiding him to her entrance. She didn’t tease. She didn’t hesitate. With a single, powerful downward thrust, she impaled herself on him, taking his entire length into her hot, tight, welcoming depths.

~♥FUCK!♥~

The word was a shared, guttural groan that escaped both their lips. The feeling was incredible, a perfect, seamless joining. Hydra’s pussy was different from Serika’s.

It was hotter, tighter, and more muscular, her inner walls clenching around him with a strength that was both thrilling and challenging. She was a Dragoness, and she was built to take a King.

She began to ride him, her movements a fluid, powerful rhythm. She rose and fell on his cock, her hips rolling and grinding, her large, soft breasts bouncing with each movement.

Jax met her thrust for thrust, his hips rising from the bed to meet her downward plunge, driving himself even deeper inside her. Their bodies moved in a perfect, synchronized dance, a powerful, primal rhythm that was the very essence of their passion.

As she rode him, she leaned down, her lips finding his in a searing, possessive kiss. It was not a gentle kiss. It was a battle, a clash of tongues and teeth, a desperate, hungry exchange of passion and power.

He could taste himself on her lips, a faint, salty reminder of his time with Serika, and it only fueled the fire of his desire.

They were lost in their own world, a passionate, aggressive coupling that was a stark contrast to the tender, worshipful act he had just shared with Serika. But then, they were interrupted.

Serika, having recovered from her earth-shattering orgasm, had rolled onto her side. She watched them, her amber eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a renewed, burgeoning desire.

The sight of her King and her Dragoness Queen, their bodies moving together in such a powerful, passionate dance, was the most beautiful, most erotic thing she had ever seen.

She wanted to be a part of it.

With a shy, hesitant grace, she slid across the bed towards them. She didn’t want to interrupt, to break the spell they were weaving. She just wanted to join them, to add her own brand of worship to their passionate union.

She reached them and leaned in, her face hovering just above theirs. She could see their tongues dancing, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, could hear their moans and groans of pleasure.

She closed her eyes and leaned in, pressing her soft, trembling lips against theirs.

The effect was immediate. Jax and Hydra, feeling the addition of Serika’s soft, gentle lips, broke their kiss for a moment, their eyes meeting over her shoulder. Then, with a shared, unspoken understanding, they welcomed her in. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Their three-way kiss was a masterpiece of passion. It was a tangle of lips and tongues, a messy, desperate exchange of love and lust. Jax’s dominant, demanding tongue, Hydra’s aggressive, possessive mouth, and Serika’s soft, worshipful lips all merged into a single, unified expression of their shared desire.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure: the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, their shared, passionate moans, and the soft, contented purrs of the Foxkin who had found her place in their arms. J

Jax could feel his own orgasm building, a familiar, tightening pressure in his groin.