novelraw Chapter 228: Rode by a Goddess ( R18 )
Chapter 228: Rode by a Goddess ( R18 )
The command hung in the air, a direct, unchallengeable order from her king. It was not a request; it was a summons. And for the Goddess of Lust, now utterly and completely devoted to her new master, it was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.
Lilith looked up at him, her crimson eyes hazy with a cocktail of exhaustion, bliss, and a fresh, rapidly igniting hunger.
She saw him leaning against the headboard, a god of conquest and power, his body a magnificent landscape of muscle and scars.
His cock was still glistening with the remnants of her saliva and his seed, was already hardening again, rising like a divine serpent ready to strike.
A slow, languid smile spread across her face, a smile of pure, unadulterated adoration. She didn’t need words. Her body would be her response.
With a grace that was both innate and born of eons of seductive practice, she began to move.
She pushed herself up from the bed, her limbs trembling slightly from the brutal punishment they had endured.
She rose to her knees, her body a canvas of his possession, the faint red handprints on her ass, the bruises on her hips from his grip, the bite marks on her neck and shoulders.
She wore these marks not with shame, but with a fierce, possessive pride that she was Jax’s personal Divine whore.
She crawled towards him, her hips swaying with a hypnotic, predatory rhythm. Her movements were fluid, sensual, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. She was no longer just a goddess; she was a panther, sleek and dangerous, approaching her master, her king, her everything.
She reached him, her hands coming to rest on his powerful, spread thighs.
She leaned forward, her silver hair cascading around them like a curtain of moonlight, and pressed a soft, worshipful kiss to his chest, directly over his heart.
It was a gesture of absolute submission, an acknowledgment that he now owned not just her body, but her very soul.
Then, she began her ascent.
She swung one long, slender leg over his hips, straddling him.
Her dripping, swollen pussy hovered just above his erect cock, the heat radiating from her core a palpable force.
She looked down at him, her eyes locking with his, a silent question, a final, desperate plea for permission.
Jax’s golden eyes burned with a dark, hungry fire. He didn’t speak. He simply gave a single, sharp nod, a gesture of regal, absolute approval.
That was all she needed.
Lilith reached down, her small hand wrapping around the thick, formidable shaft of his cock.
She guided him to her entrance, the flared head nudging against the puffy, sensitive lips of her pussy.
She was already soaking wet, her body responding to his presence with an instinctual, desperate need.
This was the physique of a Succubus Goddess, always eager to take Jax’s cock.
Lilith took a deep, shuddering breath, and then she lowered herself onto him.
The penetration was slow, deliberate, an act of pure, unadulterated worship. She sank down inch by glorious inch, her body stretching to accommodate his formidable size.
The feeling of him filling her, of his thick, hard cock claiming her most sacred place once again, was heaven. A long, loud moan was torn from her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.
She didn’t stop until she was fully impaled, her ass resting on his powerful thighs, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
She could feel him pressing against her cervix, a deep, full, satisfying pressure that made her entire body tremble. He was so deep, so big, a perfect, divine fit.
"♥ YES!... ♥" she cried out, her voice a raw, emotional sob, "♥ OH, MY KING!... YOU’RE SO DEEP!... ♥"
Feeling Jax deep inside her and stretching her pussy out almost made her collapse, but the Goddess barely managed to keep her bearings and began to move.
At first, her movements were slow, experimental. She rolled her hips, grinding against him, his cock stirring her insides in a way that made her see stars.
She placed her hands on his chest for leverage, her fingers digging into his hard muscle, and began to rise and fall, her movements becoming more confident, more assured with each passing second.
She found a rhythm, a steady, hypnotic bounce that was both incredibly sensual and intensely powerful.
She was no longer just being used; she was an active participant in her own pleasure, and in his.
She was riding her king, and the feeling of empowerment, of being the one to control the pace, even as she was completely and utterly his, was intoxicating.
"THAT’S IT... RIDE ME..." Jax growled, his hands coming to rest on her hips, his grip firm and possessive.
He wasn’t forcing her, but guiding her, his touch a constant, electrifying reminder of his dominance, "SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE YOUR KING’S COCK..."
"♥ I DO!... I LOVE IT!... I LOVE YOU!... ♥" she screamed, the words tearing from her throat without thought or hesitation.
The confession, raw and true, hung in the air between them, a final, absolute surrender of her heart.
Her movements became faster, more frantic. She was bouncing on his cock now, her body a blur of motion, her breasts jiggling with every powerful thrust.
The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling—the wet, slapping sound of their flesh meeting, the creaking of the bed, and her loud, proud, unashamed moans of ecstasy.
She was a goddess in her element, a divine being of lust and pleasure, and she was putting on a show for her king. She wanted him to see, to feel, to know how much he pleased her, how completely he owned her.
She shifted her angle slightly, and the next downward thrust sent his cock head punching directly against her cervix.
"♥ AHHH!... ♥"
A blinding, white-hot jolt of pleasure shot through her entire being. It was a pleasure so intense it was almost agony, a feeling of being impaled, of being taken in the most fundamental way possible. It was the feeling of him kissing the very entrance to her womb.
She repeated the motion, again and again, deliberately targeting that deep, sensitive spot.
Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, building a pressure deep inside her that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
She could feel her womb clenching, aching, desperate to be filled again, to be blessed with his seed.
"♥ RIGHT THERE!... ♥" she sobbed, her words dissolving into incoherent, pleasure-drunk babbling. "♥ YOU’RE POKING MY WOMB!... ♥ MY KING!... YOU’RE POKING MY WOMB!... ♥"
The words were a depraved, beautiful prayer, a testament to the raw, primal pleasure he was giving her. She was no longer just riding him; she was using his cock to fuck her own womb, a desperate, wanton act of self-pleasure that was entirely for his benefit.
Jax watched her, his golden eyes burning with a feral, predatory hunger.
The sight of her, the beautiful, powerful Goddess of Lust, bouncing on his cock, screaming about how he was fucking her womb, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could feel his own release approaching, a familiar, tightening pressure in his balls.
He tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to thrust up to meet her downward bounces.
He was taking control now, their bodies moving in a perfect, brutal rhythm, his cock driving into her with renewed, punishing force.
" YOU WANT MY BLESSING AGAIN, LILITH?" he roared, his voice a thunderous command that shook the very air, "YOU WANT ME TO FILL THAT WOMB UNTIL IT OVERFLOWS?"
"♥ YES!... PLEASE!... ♥" she screamed, her body convulsing around his thick shaft. "♥ BLESS ME AGAIN!... BREED ME!... FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!... ♥"
The words were her undoing. The combination of his deep, powerful thrusts and the depraved, beautiful promise of his blessing sent her over the edge.
Her entire body seized up, her back arching into a painful, beautiful bow.
A silent scream tore from her throat, her eyes rolling back into her head until only the whites were visible.
Her wings shot out, wide and rigid, and a wave of pure, raw divine energy exploded from her, a smaller but still potent echo of the previous night’s apocalypse.
Her pussy clamped down around his cock like a vice, a series of violent, rhythmic contractions that milked his thick shaft, pulling his very soul into hers.
The feeling of her convulsing around him, of her body begging for his seed, was too much for Jax to bear.
With a loud, guttural roar that was part triumph, part pure, unadulterated pleasure, he slammed his hips up, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go.
His cock pulsed, and a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooded her womb. It was another massive load, a fresh, potent wave of his essence that filled her to the brim and beyond.
The feeling of his hot cum flooding her womb triggered a second, even more intense orgasm. Lilith’s entire world dissolved into a blinding white flash of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was no longer a goddess, no longer a demon. She was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, a willing, eager receptacle for his divine seed.
He held himself there, his body locked, his cock pulsing again and again, as Lilith collapsed onto him, shuddering from the intense pleasure.