Chapter 210: Serika’s Pleasure ( R18 )
The symphony of pleasure reached a crescendo. Sabrina’s mouth was a vortex of exquisite, wet heat, her tongue a masterful artist painting strokes of pure bliss along his shaft.
Every time she sank down, taking him deep into her throat, a guttural groan was torn from his chest. The suction was relentless, the pressure perfect, and the way her hand worked in tandem with her lips, stroking and twisting, was pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
"Fuck, Sabrina... your mouth..." he moaned, his voice thick with lust.
The words were barely coherent, a raw, unfiltered testament to the skill with which she was worshipping his cock.
He could feel her hum of satisfaction around him, the vibration adding yet another layer of intoxicating sensation.
Simultaneously, his hand was buried in Serika’s slick, aching core.
He had added a second finger, stretching her tight, velvety walls as he pumped them in and out, curling them just so to brush against that sensitive, rough patch deep inside her.
His thumb was a relentless torment on her clit, rubbing tight, firm circles that had her hips bucking wildly against his hand.
Her moans were high and breathy, a beautiful, desperate music that mingled with his own and Sabrina’s wet, rhythmic sounds.
He was the center of their universe, the source of their pleasure, and the conduit for their own.
The dual sensations were overwhelming, a perfect, hedonistic feedback loop that was rapidly eroding his control. He wanted more.
He needed to taste her, to feel her quiver and quake against his tongue, to consume her pleasure as she was consuming his.
With a growl of pure, primal need, he made his move.
He reluctantly withdrew his fingers from Serika’s clenching heat, drawing a sharp, disappointed whimper from her.
Before she could process the change, he hooked his arms behind her knees and around her back, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as the world suddenly tilted. Her arms flew around his neck for balance, her three fox tails fluffing out in shock.
He adjusted his grip, lifting her higher until her legs were draped over his shoulders, her thighs framing his face. The sheer, intimate strength of the position sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her.
She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, her dripping pussy level with his mouth. He held her there, his powerful arms supporting her entire weight with ease, his golden eyes burning up at her.
"♥Master...♥" she breathed, her voice a mixture of awe and trepidation.
He didn’t answer with words. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, the intoxicating scent of her arousal flooding his senses. Then, he flattened his tongue and gave her a long, slow, deliberate lick from her dripping entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit.
The effect was instantaneous and explosive.
"♥ Hnng!... Ah!... Ah!... ♥" Serika moaned out, the loud sharp cry ripping from her throat as her entire body convulsing as if struck by a lightning bolt of pure pleasure.
Her hands tightened in his hair, her legs clamping around his head as she arched her back, pushing herself harder against his mouth.
He began to eat her out with a focused, relentless intensity. His tongue delved into her folds, exploring every inch of her, tasting her sweet, musky essence.
He fucked her with his tongue, mimicking the rhythm his fingers had just used, before moving up to capture her clit between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive nub.
Serika was lost. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of overwhelming sensation. The feeling of his strong arms holding her so securely, the absolute power he exuded, combined with the wet, expert onslaught of his mouth on her most sensitive flesh, was more than she could bear.
Her moans became continuous, a high, desperate symphony of ecstasy that echoed in the room. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure he was so generously giving her.
"♥Ah! Master! Yes! Right there! Please don’t stop!♥" she cried out, her voice breaking with pleasure.
Jax had no intention of stopping. He could feel her trembling violently, could feel the rhythmic fluttering of her walls against his tongue. She was right on the edge.
He could also feel Sabrina increasing her pace of sucking him off, and his load building up in his shaft.
He doubled his efforts, sucking her clit harder, flicking his tongue faster, pushing her, demanding her release.
With a final, strangled scream of his name, Serika shattered.
Her orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave. Her entire body seized up, her back arching into a perfect, taut bow as a powerful, overwhelming convulsion wracked her frame.
A fresh gush of her juices flooded his mouth, and he drank her down greedily, savoring the taste of her release. Her thighs clamped around his head like a vise, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure peaked, then slowly, gradually, began to subside.
She went limp in his arms, a boneless, panting, utterly sated mess. Her grip on his hair loosened, and her head fell back, her chest heaving as she struggled to draw breath.
Jax held her for a moment longer, placing one last, gentle kiss on her oversensitive clit before carefully lowering her back to the floor. Her legs were shaky, and she would have collapsed if he hadn’t steadied her, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed.
She looked up at him, her crimson eyes dazed and unfocused, her face flushed a beautiful crimson, a look of pure, blissful adoration on her face.
He had claimed her mouth, and now he had claimed her essence. He turned his gaze back to Sabrina, who had been watching the entire display with rapt, hungry attention.
Her hand was between her legs, her fingers moving furiously as she pleasured herself to the sight of her King dominating their companion, still sucking him off eagerly as Jax felt his cock twitching.
With one final growl, he held Sabrina by her horns and slammed his cock as deep down her throat as he could, unleashing a huge load of cum down the Succubus’ throat that she eagerly swallowed.