Chapter 223: Like a Toy ( R18 )
Jax’s grip on her hair tightened, a silent command that Lilith understood perfectly. She redoubled her efforts, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate to please.
At this point, Lilith wasn’t just sucking Jax’s cock, she was basically making love with his masculine throbbing member with her mouth, a devout worshipper at the altar of his masculinity.
Her tongue danced and swirled, her lips suctioned tightly, and the hand on his balls kneaded with just the right amount of pressure, coaxing the heavy churning within.
She could feel his control beginning to fray. The low groans in his chest became more frequent, his hips beginning to twitch, thrusting shallowly into her mouth.
He was losing himself to the pleasure she was providing, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of intoxicating power through her.
She, the Demon Goddess of Lust, was bringing the Demon King to his knees with nothing but her mouth.
She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, her tongue flicking rapidly against the frenulum, her hand stroking his slick, saliva-soaked shaft with a twisting motion. She looked up at him, her crimson eyes wide and pleading, a picture of sinful perfection.
"Does my King enjoy this?" she whispered, her voice a husky, breathy murmur around his cock, "Does your bitch’s mouth feel good?"
That was all it took. The last thread of Jax’s restraint snapped. He was done with being worshipped. It was time to take what was his.
"Enough," he growled, his voice a raw, dominant snarl.
With both hands now tangled in her hair, he took control. He held her head in a firm, unyielding grip and slammed his hips forward.
His cock drove deep into her throat, burying itself to the hilt in one brutal, powerful thrust.
Lilith’s eyes flew wide, a choked, guttural gasp escaping her lips as he hit the very back of her throat.
There was no pain, only an overwhelming, mind-blowing fullness that made her pussy clench and her body tremble with a dark, masochistic pleasure.
He pulled back, leaving just the tip inside, giving her a fraction of a second to gasp for air before he slammed forward again.
He set a punishing, relentless rhythm, using her mouth like a cunt. There was no gentleness, no finesse. This was a raw, primal act of domination.
He was fucking her throat, claiming it, marking it as his territory.
Lilith was in heaven. She was a fuck-toy, a vessel for his pleasure, and it was the most divine sensation she had ever known.
Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the saliva that dripped from her stretched lips.
Her hands, which had been so active before, now lay limp on her thighs, her entire being focused on the overwhelming sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of her throat.
"Fuck... yes... take it," Jax grunted, his voice a harsh, ragged panting,"Take my fucking cock, you greedy bitch. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used like the whore you are?"
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer. She could only moan and choke around his thick shaft, the vibrations of her pleasure adding to his own.
The room was filled with the obscene, wet sounds of his throat-fucking, the slap of his balls against her chin, the gurgling, choking sounds she made, his guttural groans of exertion and pleasure.
He could feel his release approaching, a familiar, tightening pressure at the base of his spine. His thrusts became faster, more erratic, his grip on her hair almost painful as he chased his climax.
"I’m going to cum," he snarled, his voice a warning and a promise, "And you’re going to swallow every last drop. Do you understand me?"
He pulled back one last time, his cock leaving her throat with a wet pop. Lilith gasped for air, her face a mess of tears, saliva, and ecstatic bliss.
She looked up at him, her mouth open, her tongue out, a silent, eager plea for his seed.
With a loud, guttural roar, Jax came.
The first thick rope of cum shot out, painting her tongue and the back of her throat.
He slammed his cock back into her mouth, burying himself deep as he exploded, an endless, massive torrent of his royal seed flooding her.
He came harder than he had in centuries, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his cock pulsing again and again as he dumped his huge load directly into her stomach.
Lilith swallowed frantically, her throat working to take every drop. It was an overwhelming amount, hot, thick, and impossibly potent, with a dark, metallic taste that was uniquely his.
It was the essence of a god-king, and she was devouring it like the most precious ambrosia.
Some of it escaped her lips, dripping down her chin and onto the sheer fabric of her bodysuit, but she didn’t care. She only wanted more.
When the final pulse subsided, Jax held himself there for a moment longer, his softening cock still in her mouth, ensuring she had cleaned him completely. Then, slowly, he pulled out.
Lilith slumped forward, her forehead resting against his thigh, her body trembling and spent. She was a beautiful, debauched mess.
Her makeup was ruined, her lingerie stained with saliva and cum, and her face was flushed a deep, beautiful crimson.
Jax looked down at the fallen goddess at his feet, a deep, primal satisfaction settling in his chest. He had claimed her. Not just her body, but her very essence. He had used her, degraded her, and she had loved every second of it.
He reached down, hooking a finger under her chin and tilting her head up. Her crimson eyes were hazy, glassy with a post-orgasmic bliss that was utterly captivating.
"Clean yourself up," he commanded, his voice rough but holding a note of finality, "And get on the bed. I’m not done with you yet."
A slow, exhausted, but utterly ecstatic smile spread across Lilith’s cum-stained lips.
"Yes, my King," she whispered, her voice hoarse and wrecked, "Whatever you desire."