Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 121: Mutual Pleasure ( R18 )

Lilith was lost in her worship, her world a haze of divine musk and the weight of her king on her tongue. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his formidable size, her nose brushing against the base of his shaft as she swallowed around him, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.

Her own arousal was a dizzying tide, her pussy clenching, slick and empty, aching to be filled. She wanted him inside her, every part of him, but she had a duty to perform, both to herself and to Jax as the one who she has dedicated her body to.

The Demon Goddess of Lust could feel his power thrumming under her hands, a coiled serpent of raw masculinity, his cock twitched in her hand and his tip was becoming soaked in pre-cum.

The Goddess was ignoring her status. All she wanted to do was to please him, to serve him, to show him the depth of her devotion to him and his cock.

A new idea, a more intimate way to worship, sparked in her lust-fogged mind. She wanted to taste him while he tasted her.

Slowly, carefully, she pulled her mouth from his cock, a thin string of saliva connecting them. She looked up at his bound form, his golden eyes watching her with a predatory, knowing gaze, already reading what Lilith was about to do.

She saw no objection, only a silent, expectant command, so she smirked, blowing him a kiss and then getting to work.

She shifted on the bed, her movements fluid and graceful. She swung one leg over his chest, then the other, until she was straddling his face, her back to him.

Her dripping pussy hovered just above his mouth, and his magnificent, saliva-slicked cock stood erect before her, a silent invitation to continue. The new position sent a thrill through her, this was a shared act, a mutual consumption.

Now, she can finally feel his heavenly tongue pleasing her while also being able to suck his cock and take his delicious seed down her throat.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his powerful thighs, and took him back into her mouth. Just as her lips wrapped around his crown, she felt it.

His mouth was on her.

A sharp gasp escaped her, muffled by his thick shaft. He didn’t tease or hesitate. He flattened his tongue against her swollen, soaking folds and licked her from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow, possessive stroke.

The sensation was absolutely electric. A jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through her, making her entire body tremble. She had to fight the urge to collapse onto him.

He did it again. And again. Each long, deliberate lap of his tongue was a claim, a statement that this part of her, this most intimate place, belonged to him.

He explored her with a masterful precision, his tongue delving into her entrance, fucking her with it, before returning to circle her clit.

He was tasting her, savoring the sweet, divine nectar that leaked from her pussy, his groans of appreciation vibrating directly against her sensitive flesh and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

Lilith, her mind reeling from the dual assault of sensation, redoubled her efforts on his cock. Her blowjob became frantic, eager. She bobbed her head, her lips and tongue working feverishly, driven by the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.

She could feel his own arousal building, his hips starting to thrust up, fucking her mouth in time with the grinding of her hips on his face.

They were a single, writhing entity of lust, lost in a feedback loop of shared ecstasy, the shadow ropes at his wrists and ankles a constant, thrilling reminder of his captivity.

He found the rhythm that drove her mad. A quick, fluttering barrage of strokes directly on the sensitive nub of her clit. It was too much, too intense, too perfect.

Her hips began to rock involuntarily, grinding her pussy against his face, seeking more of that exquisite torture. Her body was no longer her own; it was an instrument, and Jax was its master conductor.

The pressure inside her was building to an impossible peak. His tongue was a blur on her clit, his lips sucking, his teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves just enough to send sparks of pain-pleasure shooting through her. She was close, so terrifyingly close.

Jax could feel it too. He could feel her walls fluttering, her thighs trembling against his head. He doubled his efforts, his tongue becoming a relentless, focused weapon of pleasure, determined to push her over the edge.

And then, she broke.

With a silent scream, her entire body seized. A massive orgasm ripped through her, so powerful it whited out her vision.

Her pussy convulsed, and a gush of her sweet, clear nectar flooded his mouth. He drank from her greedily, his tongue continuing its assault, prolonging her climax, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her quivering body.

The feeling of her cumming so violently on his face, the taste of her essence, was the final push for Jax. With a muffled roar against her spasming flesh, he bucked his hips up violently, the ropes straining.

His cock throbbed, and a huge, thick torrent of his cum erupted, spraying directly down her throat.

Lilith, lost in the throes of her own orgasm, swallowed instinctively. She felt his hot, thick load filling her mouth, coating her tongue, sliding down her throat in pulse after powerful pulse. The sheer volume of it was staggering, a testament to his divine nature.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, a tangled, trembling mess of limbs and shared release. Slowly, the tremors subsided. Lilith collapsed bonelessly against him, her face resting on his thigh, his softening cock still in her mouth.

Jax lay still, his chest heaving, his head resting between her legs. The chamber was silent, save for their shared, ragged breaths.