Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!

Chapter 283: Riding ( R18 )

All of Alexi’s sexy, desperate whines were a sweet, intoxicating music in Jax’s ears. They were like a symphony of need that he had composed himself.

Each "♥Please♥" was a note in that symphony and each whimper a chord, building to a crescendo of pure, unadulterated submission where Alexi would cum, her entire body trembling as she clung onto him for dear life.

The intense pleasure barraging her body and mind, completely dominating her.

Jax watched all of this happening, his golden eyes burning with a fierce, predatory fire, as she continued to grind against him, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate as she felt soo needy, so desperate to feel the thick, throbbing cock of the Demon King inside of her, spreading her out, hitting her sweet spots and poking into her depths.

She was a beautiful, desperate creature, and he was the sole architect of her pleasure and her pain, having all the power in his hands.

Jax could feel her slickness coating his throbbing cock, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.

Her folds were parted, sensitive and swollen as it was begging for him to spread her open with that cock, and Jax could feel the frantic, fluttering pulse of her arousal against his hard length.

She was trying to impale herself on him, to take him inside her, but he held her still, his hands on her hips, his grip a firm, unyielding command.

He was in control. He would decide when she would be fucked. He would decide when she would be allowed to feel the pleasure she so desperately craved.

"♥Please, Jax...♥" Alexi begged again, this time her voice a soft, desperate cry that was a final, ultimate testament to her complete and utter submission, tears of desperate desire pooling in her eyes as she stared at the Demon King, "♥I need you... I need you inside me...♥"

Jax heard those sweet words from Alexi and smiled, a slow, predatory smirk that was a promise of things to come.

He especially enjoyed seeing the desperation in Alexi’s eyes and tone of voice. He had savored the power, the control, the complete and utter submission of the beautiful, powerful warrior who was now his to command.

If anything, Jax thought about what the remaining heroes would think if they saw how much of a slut Alexi was now for him.

But he didn’t have all day to think about that, after all, he was a king, and a king knows when to bestow a gift upon his most devoted subject.

"♥As you wish, my little toy,♥" he growled, his voice a low, husky rumble that was a command, an order, a promise.

He shifted his hips, a subtle movement that was nonetheless a display of his immense power. He reached down, his large, powerful hand wrapping around the thick, hard shaft of his cock.

He positioned the swollen, weeping head at the tight, slick entrance to her pussy, a slow, deliberate act that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.

He could feel her trembling, a mixture of fear and a reluctant, unwilling arousal. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her, a wet, welcoming promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.

And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to lower her onto his cock.

The initial penetration was a slow, inexorable pressure that was a masterful, possessive invasion.

The sensation was overwhelming, a slow, burning stretch that was a torment unlike any she had ever known aside from the previous times Jax had fucked her.

In this position, Jax felt even more intense. He was so big, so thick, that he was pushing her to her absolute limits, forcing her body to accommodate his impossible size in a place it was never meant to be filled.

"♥Oh, gods!♥" she screamed, her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. It was a pain so intense it was almost a pleasure, a burning, stretching agony that was a final, ultimate act of submission.

She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge, a slow, sensual exploration that was making her tremble with a mixture of terror and a strange, unwilling ecstasy.

He slid deeper, his thick shaft a slow, deliberate journey that was pushing her to the very brink of sanity.

He was a relentless, merciless force of nature, a primal predator claiming his mate, and he was not going to stop until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, he was fully inside her, his heavy balls resting against her ass, his thick cock a hot, heavy, pulsing presence that was a constant, comforting reminder of his possession.

He held still for a moment, letting her get used to his size, letting her body adjust to the sheer, overwhelming fullness of him. He looked down at her, at the beautiful, powerful warrior who was now a pliant, adoring creature in his arms.

Her red eyes were open now, burning with a feverish, obsessive fire, her lips parted in a silent, desperate plea for more.

"You feel that, Alexi?" he murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that was filled with a deep, undeniable affection,"You feel me inside you?"

"♥Yes,♥" she breathed, her voice a soft, desperate whisper. "♥I feel you.♥"

"Good," he said, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips, "Now enjoy it, this is your life from now on,"

And then, he began to move.

His hands on her hips, his grip a firm, possessive command, he began to guide her. He lifted her up, his thick, hard cock sliding out of her in a slow, agonizing drag.

The sensation was a strange, hollow ache, a profound sense of loss that was immediately followed by a sharp, stinging impact as he lowered her back down onto his lap.

She was a puppet, and he was the puppeteer. He was in complete control, his every movement a deliberate, possessive act that was designed to bring her to the very brink of ecstasy.

He began to bounce her on his cock, his movements slow, deliberate, and incredibly sensual.

He was guiding her, teaching her, showing her how to take him deeply, how to please him, how to find her own pleasure in his possession.

Her movements became more fluid, more confident.

She was a quick study, a natural, a creature who had found her true calling, her true purpose, in the worshipful service of his magnificent member.

She was riding him, her body a perfect, undulating rhythm that was a testament to her incredible, natural talent.

He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clamping down on his thick, hard cock, a hot, tight, milking vise that was a constant, demanding pressure.

He could feel her pleasure building, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.

He reached up, his large, powerful hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, which were already hard, pebbled points, begging for his attention. He squeezed gently, his touch a masterful blend of pleasure and pain that was his signature.

"That’s it, my little toy," he growled, his voice a low, husky rumble that was a command, an order, a praise, "Ride me. Take all of me,"

She answered him with a renewed fervor, her movements becoming faster, more desperate.

She was a woman possessed, a creature driven by a single, all-consuming purpose: to please her master, to bring him to the pinnacle of pleasure, to take his seed and make it a part of her.

He could feel his own release building, a tight, coiling knot of pleasure in his balls that was growing tighter and tighter with every passing second.

He was going to cum, and he was going to fill her with his seed, a final, ultimate act of possession that would cement her place as his forever.

With a final, guttural roar, he came. He exploded inside her, a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooding her womb, a scalding wave of possession that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.

She came with him, a silent, shuddering scream, her entire body convulsing, a massive, seismic wave of pleasure ripping through her. Her vision went white, her mind went blank, and she collapsed onto his chest, a limp, sated, and utterly conquered wreck.

He held her close, his arms a possessive, protective circle around her trembling body. He stroked her hair, his fingers gently tracing the silken strands, his touch a loving, possessive caress that was a silent, unspoken promise of his love and protection.

Jax looked down at her, at the beautiful, powerful warrior who was now his completely, utterly, and unconditionally. A slow, loving smile spread across his lips as he knew he had completely conquered her today and the night before.

Finally, Jax slid out and laid her on the bed, kissing her forehead before standing up, ready to begin his day.