Chapter 209: Being Taken Care Of ( R18 )
The sight of them on their knees before him, two perfect, powerful beings offering themselves completely, was a heady, intoxicating rush.
His cock, already thick and heavy with desire, throbbed in anticipation. He watched as their hands, one soft and warm, the other cool and firm, reached for him simultaneously.
Their fingers brushed, a spark of connection passing between them, before they both wrapped around his shaft.
But Sabrina, ever the impatient succubus, wasn’t content to just touch. With a hungry, worshipful gleam in her eyes, she leaned forward.
Her soft, full lips parted, and she pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the swollen, weeping head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the tip and lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, a soft, appreciative hum vibrating in her chest.
Then, she took him in.
Her mouth was a heaven of wet, molten heat. She didn’t hesitate or even try to tease, as the Succubus was just too eager to devour Jax’s essence, hungry for the pleasure she gives him.
She enveloped him, her lips stretching around his thick girth as she slid down, taking his length with an effortless, practiced grace that spoke of her very nature.
She was a creature of pleasure, and this was her art form.
Her tongue was a masterful instrument, swirling and flicking as she began to bob her head, creating a suction that made his eyes roll back in his head.
One of her hands remained on his shaft, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, while the other came up to gently cup and massage his heavy balls.
The sensation was incredible, a familiar, exquisite bliss that threatened to overwhelm his senses. But as he surrendered to the pleasure Sabrina was so expertly bestowing, his gaze fell upon Serika.
She was still on her knees, her hands resting on her thighs, watching them with an intense, burning focus.
Her devotion was absolute, her desire a palpable wave of heat that washed over him. She was waiting, patiently, for her command, for her turn. And in that moment of perfect, shared pleasure, Jax knew he couldn’t leave her waiting.
He wanted to taste her, to feel her, to pleasure her just as she was pleasuring him.
He reached down, his hand gently but firmly cupping Serika’s chin.
Her crimson eyes met his, and he saw the flicker of surprise, followed by a dawning, eager understanding. He applied a slight pressure, guiding her upward.
"♥Stand up, Serika,♥" he commanded, his voice a low, husky growl.
She obeyed instantly, rising to her feet in a single, fluid motion. She stood before him, her body trembling slightly with anticipation, her three fox tails swaying gently behind her.
She had already swapped into a Maid uniform, and Jax’s hands moved to the high collar of her uniform. His fingers found the small, hidden clasp and deftly undid it.
The fabric parted, and he slowly, reverently, began to peel the clothing from her body. He was unwrapping a precious gift, and his touch reflected that.
He slid the uniform from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in only a simple, white lace bra and panties.
His golden eyes roamed over her exposed skin.
She was lithe and toned, her body a canvas of lean muscle and soft curves. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, the nipples already hard and straining against the thin lace of her bra.
He leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck.
He kissed her there, a soft, lingering kiss that made her gasp and tilt her head to give him better access. His hands moved around her back, expertly unhooking her bra.
He slid the straps from her shoulders, and the garment fell away, revealing her beautiful breasts to his hungry gaze.
He cupped them in his hands, their weight perfect, their warmth seeping into his palms. He brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples, drawing a sharp, pleasured hiss from between her lips.
Then, he lowered his head, his mouth closing over one of the rosy peaks.
He sucked gently at first, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. Serika’s hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the locks as she held him to her.
A low, breathy moan escaped her, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He increased the pressure, sucking harder, his teeth grazing her nipple in a way that sent sharp, thrilling jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core.
As he worshipped her breast with his mouth, his free hand began a slow, torturous journey down her body. It slid over the flat plane of her stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of her muscles.
He could feel her trembling, could hear her breathing becoming more ragged with every passing second. His hand finally reached the waistband of her panties, and he paused, teasing her, letting the anticipation build.
He could feel Sabrina still working at his cock, her moans of pleasure a constant, arousing soundtrack to his ministrations.
The dual sensations were almost too much to bear, the wet, sucking heat of Sabrina’s mouth on his cock, and the soft, yielding warmth of Serika’s body in his hands.
He slipped his hand beneath the lace of Serika’s panties, his fingers sliding through the neat, trimmed patch of hair to find her slick, swollen folds.
She was soaking wet, her arousal coating his fingers instantly. He teased her for a moment, sliding his fingers up and down her slit, circling her clit but never quite touching it.
"♥Please... Master...♥" she whimpered, her hips bucking, desperate for more.
Finally, he took pity on her. He slid one long, thick finger inside her tight, wet heat, and her entire body jolted as if struck by lightning.
She cried out, her head falling back as a wave of pure pleasure washed over her.
He began to move his finger, pumping it in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm, while his thumb found her clit and began to rub tight, delicious circles.
He was lost in a symphony of sensation. The taste of Serika’s skin, the feel of her tight pussy clenching around his finger, the sound of her desperate moans, and the overwhelming pleasure of Sabrina’s mouth on his cock.
He was a King, and these were his devoted subjects, worshipping him and being worshipped by him in return. It was a perfect, beautiful, and incredibly erotic cycle of pleasure, and he knew the night was still so very young.