Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!

Chapter 188: With Serika ( R18 )

Her plea, a breathless whisper of absolute surrender, hung in the air between them, a fragile, beautiful thing that shimmered with unshed tears and raw, unbridled desire.

"♥ Take me Jax ♥." It was not a command, but an offering. The offering of her body, her innocence, her soul, laid bare on the altar of his bed.

Jax’s breath hitched, looking at her beautiful body as an inferno of lust ravaged him.

The Demon King quickly lowered his head, his movements slow, deliberate, and reverent. He was not a predator about to devour his prey; he was a worshipper approaching his goddess.

He pressed his lips to the delicate skin of her neck, just below her ear. The contact was electric.

"♥ Hhngg~Jax~aaahhn...♥"

A soft, trembling gasp escaped Serika’s lips, her back arching instinctively, pushing more of her skin against his mouth.

He could feel the frantic, fluttering pulse of her heart beating against his lips, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. He lingered there, his breath warm and his lips soft, simply savoring the taste of her, the clean, sweet scent that was uniquely Serika.

Then, he began to explore.

He opened his mouth, his tongue tracing a slow, wet circle against her skin before he gently, carefully, closed his lips and sucked.

He didn’t bite, not yet. He simply drew the flesh into his mouth, creating a warm, pulsing pressure that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure straight to her core.

He held the suction for a long moment, feeling the blood rush to the surface, marking her as his. When he finally released her, a small, perfect red bloom remained on her skin, a hickey to mark his territory.

"♥Ah!♥" she cried out, her hands flying from his shoulders to tangle in his hair, her fingers gripping the dark strands tightly. The sensation was overwhelming, a pleasure so sharp and intense it was almost painful.

He smiled against her skin, a low, masculine chuckle rumbling in his chest. He moved an inch to the side and repeated the process, his mouth finding a new patch of unblemished skin.

He sucked, a little harder this time, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh ever so slightly, sending a fresh wave of shivers through her body.

He was creating a constellation of his possession across her neck and collarbone, a trail of dark, reddish-purple stars that would mark her as his for days to come. Each mark was a declaration, each one a silent claim that she was his, and his alone.

"♥J-Jax...♥" she stammered, her voice a breathy, broken moan, "♥That... that feels...♥"

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice a deep, soothing vibration against her skin, "Just feel, my little fox. Just feel."

He continued his downward journey, his lips a trail of fire across her chest. He bypassed the mounds of her breasts for a moment, choosing instead to kiss the sensitive skin in the valley between them.

He could feel her heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, desperate rhythm that mirrored his own. He took his time, his mouth worshiping every inch of her, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat, his teeth nipping gently at her collarbone.

He was driving her mad. The slow, torturous pace was a delicious agony. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for more, for the harder, faster touch she craved.

But Jax was in complete control, and he was determined to draw this out, to make her first time an eternity of pleasure.

Finally, his attention turned to her breasts. They were perfect, soft, and round, with nipples that were already hard and pebbled, begging for his attention.

He cupped one in his hand, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp hiss from between her teeth.

He lowered his head, his tongue darting out to lick a slow circle around the areola, avoiding the nipple itself, teasing her, making her wait.

"♥Please...♥" she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent, desperate plea.

Jax obliged. He closed his lips around her nipple and sucked.

It was like a lightning strike. Pure, white-hot pleasure shot from her breast, arcing through her body and settling deep in her womb. Serika cried out, her back bowing off the bed, her hands tightening in his hair almost to the point of pain.

He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, laving it with wet, rough strokes. He could feel the texture of it against his tongue, the way it pebbled and hardened even more in his mouth.

Then, he gently bit down.

He didn’t bite hard enough to truly hurt, but the sharp, sudden pressure was enough to send her over the edge.

A guttural moan tore from her throat, her body trembling uncontrollably as a small, intense orgasm rippled through her. It was a preview, a taste of the pleasure that was to come, and it left her breathless and dazed.

He released her nipple with a soft pop, blowing cool air on the wet, sensitive flesh, making her shiver.

He gave the other breast the same meticulous attention, licking, sucking, and gently biting, until both nipples were red, swollen, and glistening with his saliva.

Serika was a mess of writhing, whimpering need, her mind blank, her body a vessel for the pleasure he was giving her.

And all the while, his other hand had been busy.

While his mouth was occupied with her breasts, his free hand had been tracing a slow, lazy path down her stomach, his fingers swirling through the soft, downy fur that dusted her skin.

He felt her muscles quiver under his touch, her body instinctively reacting to his nearness. He let his hand drift lower, his knuckles brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Serika tensed, her legs clamping together instinctively. It was a reflex, a last-ditch effort of her modesty to protect the most sacred, untouched part of herself.

"Easy, Serika," Jax murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble, "Open up for me. Let me in."

He didn’t force her. He simply waited, his hand resting patiently on her thigh, his mouth still worshipping her breasts.

Slowly, tentatively, she relaxed, her legs falling open just enough to grant him access. It was an act of ultimate trust, and he treated it as such.

He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers gently parting the soft, damp folds of her pussy. The heat that radiated from her was incredible, a testament to her arousal.

He could feel how wet she was, her slickness coating his fingers as he explored her. He found her clit, a small, hard pearl of flesh hiding beneath its hood, and he began to circle it with his thumb, using her own wetness to ease the friction.

"♥Oh!♥" she gasped, her hips bucking wildly. The sensation was intense, a sharp pleasure that was completely different from the diffuse heat of his mouth on her breasts, "♥Jax!♥"

He continued to circle her clit, his touch firm but gentle, his movements slow and rhythmic. He could feel her legs trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He was building her up, stoking the fire of her desire until it was a raging inferno.

"You’re so beautiful like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust, "So wet, so ready for me, "

He shifted his position, his fingers moving down from her clit to trace the entrance to her core. He could feel the tight muscles clenching around him, trying to draw him in.

He teased her, sliding one finger just inside, then back out, then in again, just to the first knuckle. He was preparing her, stretching her, making her ready for the much larger intrusion to come.

"♥Please...♥" she begged, her voice a desperate, broken sob. "♥Please, Jax...♥"

He couldn’t deny her any longer. He slowly, carefully, slid two fingers inside her, burying them to the knuckle.

The sensation was overwhelming. Serika cried out, her body arching off the bed as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

Just like the last time they had sex, Jax was giving her feelings that were simply heavenly. She couldn’t even make herself feel this good.

The feeling of being filled, of his fingers moving inside her, was exquisite. He began to move them, slowly at first, then faster, his fingers curling upwards to find that magical spot deep inside her.

He began to finger fuck her in earnest, his fingers plunging in and out of her slick, tight heat, his palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving in and out of her tight pussy.