Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 135: Taking Him ( R18 )

With a soft, eager moan, Astra leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

The first sensation Astra felt was overwhelming. He was hot, impossibly hard, and thick enough to stretch her lips to their limits. The taste of him, salt, musk, and the sharp, clean flavor of his precum, exploded on her tongue, a potent aphrodisiac that made her head swim.

Astra immediately felt dazed, the intense taste warming her insides and making her legs tremble, her pussy beginning to leak as she whined on his cock.

She had heard stories, whispers among the maids who’d heard what was going on about Jax’s prowess, and she also heard from Hydra, but all of what she heard was pale imitations of the reality now throbbing between her lips.

She was clumsy. There was no denying it. Her inexperience was obvious in the hesitant way she moved, the uncertain pressure of her lips.

But what she lacked in technique, she made up for in sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm. This was not a chore; it was an act of worship. She was the White Storm Dragon, and she was on her knees, paying homage to her god.

Jax settled back against the pillows, his posture one of regal relaxation. He watched her, his golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure, a faint, satisfied smile gracing his lips. He didn’t thrust, didn’t force the pace.

He simply let her explore, let her learn his shape, his taste, his texture. His hand remained tangled in her silver-white hair, not gripping, not guiding, but simply resting there, a possessive, comforting weight that was a constant reminder of his control.

Astra swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, tracing the sensitive ridge, flicking against the slit.

She was rewarded with a low groan from deep in Jax’s chest, the sound vibrating through his shaft and directly into her mouth.

The encouragement was intoxicating. She grew bolder, taking him a little deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she applied suction.

Her moans were constant, soft, muffled sounds of pleasure that vibrated around his length. She loved this. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, the weight of him on her tongue, the power she felt in giving him this pleasure.

Her hands, which had been resting on his thighs, began to roam.

One drifted up to caress the hard, muscle of his abdomen, while the other ventured lower, her fingers gently cupping his heavy, sac. She fondled his balls, rolling them in her palm, her touch light and teasing.

Encouraged by his soft groans and the gentle stroking of his hand through her hair, she tried to take more of him.

She pushed forward, easing him deeper into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, a sudden, reflexive contraction that made her eyes water. She pulled back slightly, coughing, but she didn’t stop.

She was a dragon; she didn’t back down from a challenge.

She tried again, this time tilting her head, relaxing her throat as she had heard whispered about. She took him deeper, and deeper, her eyes widening as she realized what she was doing.

She was taking him into her throat. The feeling was intense, a fullness that bordered on pain, but it was also exhilarating.

She could feel his thick cock stretching her esophagus, a claim so deep and primal it made her pussy clench with desperate need.

"Fuck... yes, just like that," Jax growled, his hips finally bucking just slightly, a tiny, involuntary thrust. His hand in her hair tightened, his fingers massaging her scalp in silent praise.

The praise was all she needed. She began to find a rhythm, a slow, sensual bobbing of her head.

She would take him as deep as she could, hold him there for a moment while her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, then pull back until just the head was in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before plunging down again.

Saliva mixed with precum dribbled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the act, in the worship.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate. The sounds she made were wet, messy, and utterly obscene, a symphony of gagging and slurping that was the most beautiful music Jax had ever heard.

Her hands were never still, one stroking his thigh in time with her movements, the other continuing its gentle, worshipful massage of his balls.

Jax could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a familiar, tightening coil of pleasure.

Her clumsy, eager enthusiasm was more erotic than the most skilled courtesan.

The sight of her, the proud Storm Dragoness on her knees, her face a mess of tears and saliva, her purple eyes glazed with lust as she worshipped his cock, was a vision that would be burned into his memory for eternity.

"Astra," he groaned, his voice thick with impending release, "I’m going to cum."

Instead of pulling back, she doubled her efforts. She took him as deep as she could, her nose pressing against his pelvic bone, her throat constricting around him in a way that made him see stars. She wanted this. She wanted all of him.

With a guttural roar that was more beast than man, Jax exploded.

His cock pulsed, and a thick, hot jet of cum shot directly down her throat. Astra’s eyes flew wide in shock.

It was more than she expected, a powerful, forceful torrent. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working to take every drop.

Pulse after pulse of his thick, potent seed filled her mouth, and she swallowed it all, her body trembling with a secondary, smaller orgasm of her own.

The taste was incredible, a rich, salty, masculine flavor that was the very essence of Jax.

When he was finally spent, he slowly relaxed his grip on her hair. Astra pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a soft, wet pop.

She looked up at him, her face flushed, her lips swollen and glistening, a single drop of his cum at the corner of her mouth. She licked it away with a slow, deliberate motion of her tongue, her purple eyes never leaving his.

She was a mess. She was breathless, her throat was sore, and she had never felt more powerful, more worshiped, or more complete in her entire life.