Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 143: Natasha demonstration ( R18 )

The cell was a chamber of horrors, and Alexi was its unwilling centerpiece. Her mind, once a fortress of logic and will, was now a ruin, shattered by the relentless assault of reality.

Every wet, choking sound from Natasha’s throat, every guttural groan from Jax, was a hammer blow against the crumbling walls of her sanity.

And then, Jax decided to make it worse.

He stopped his brutal thrusting, his cock still buried deep in Natasha’s mouth. Natasha whimpered in protest, her body still trembling with the need for more.

Jax ignored her, his golden eyes locked on Alexi’s horrified, tear-streaked face. A slow, cruel smile spread across his lips.

"You’re too far away, Alexi," he said, his voice a soft, terrifying purr. "You can’t truly appreciate the artistry from over there."

He grabbed a handful of Natasha’s hair, not to guide her, but to drag her, knowing she loved being treated roughly.

He pulled her forward, forcing her to crawl on her knees across the cold, unforgiving stone. Natasha didn’t resist; she scrambled to obey, her mouth never leaving his cock, her body a willing vessel for his cruel display.

He dragged her until she was kneeling directly in front of Alexi, so close that Alexi could feel the heat radiating from Natasha’s naked skin, could smell the sharp, musky scent of Jax’s arousal and Natasha’s desperate desire.

Now, the spectacle was inches from her face.

She could see every detail with horrifying clarity: the way Natasha’s lips were stretched thin around his thick shaft, the tears of pleasure and exertion tracing clean paths through the grime on her cheeks, the frantic pulse beating in the delicate skin of her throat.

"Much better," Jax murmured. He resumed his movements, his hips rocking slowly, deliberately, forcing his cock deeper into Natasha’s willing throat.

~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP!~

"♥ Hnng!... Ah!... Ah!... ♥"

The wet, obscene sounds were now magnified, filling Alexi’s ears, invading her senses. She squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh wave of sobs wracking her body, but it was no use. The image was seared into her mind’s eye.

"Open your eyes," Jax commanded, his voice like a lash. "I want you to watch."

Alexi shook her head frantically, a silent, pathetic refusal.

Jax chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. He withdrew his cock from Natasha’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving her gasping and panting for air. Before Natasha could whimper in protest, Jax moved.

He reached down, his hand closing around Alexi’s throat.

Alexi’s eyes flew open, a choked gasp escaping her lips. His grip wasn’t tight enough to cut off her air, but it was unbreakable, a band of absolute control.

His touch was cold, and a terrifying electric jolt shot through her, not of pain, but of pure, undiluted power. Her own mana, already suppressed by the cuffs, seemed to shrivel and die in his grasp.

"I told you to watch," he said, his voice dangerously low. He used his grip on her throat to force her head up, to angle her face towards the scene before her. "Don’t make me repeat myself."

Terror, cold and absolute, flooded Alexi’s system. She was completely immobilized, a puppet in his grasp. She could do nothing but obey.

Satisfied, Jax released her throat, but his presence lingered, a silent, suffocating threat. He turned his attention back to Natasha, who was looking up at him with a desperate, pleading need. "Please," she whimpered, "don’t stop..."

Jax grabbed her head with both hands, his fingers tangling in her hair. He positioned himself and then slammed his cock back into her mouth, resuming the brutal, punishing pace.

He was fucking her throat in earnest now, his hips a blur of motion, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with every deep thrust. The force of his thrusts drove Natasha forward, until her forehead was almost touching Alexi’s knee.

Alexi was forced to watch, to listen, to feel the degradation of her friend. And through it all, a horrifying, treacherous warmth began to bloom deep within her.

The masculine, dominant scent of Jax, so close, so overpowering, was seeping into her pores. The raw, primal display of power, the sight of his absolute control, was awakening something deep and buried within her.

Her pussy, which had been clenched in fear, began to throb with a slow, insistent rhythm of unwanted arousal. She hated herself for it, hated her body for betraying her, but she was powerless to stop it.

Jax could feel it. He could smell the subtle shift in her scent, the change from pure fear to a complex, heady mix of terror and burgeoning lust. It was the final confirmation he needed.

"♥Fuck, yes!♥" he roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tensing. "♥Take it all, you fucking Hero!♥"

With a loud, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time. His cock throbbed violently, and he came, his hot, thick seed pumping directly down Natasha’s throat.

Natasha’s body convulsed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she swallowed frantically, her moans of pure ecstasy vibrating around his pulsing shaft.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out of her mouth, his cock still twitching and spurting. He aimed it downward, and thick, white ropes of his cum splattered across Natasha’s face, painting her cheeks, her nose, her lips.

He continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop, his seed landing on her chest, coating her breasts in a glistening, sticky sheen.

When he was finished, he let out a deep, satisfied sigh. He looked down at Natasha, who was a beautiful, debauched mess, her face and chest covered in his cum, her expression one of utter, blissed-out contentment. Then, he looked at Alexi. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

She was still frozen on the floor, her face ashen, her red eyes wide with a mixture of horror, shock, and a dawning, terrifying lust she couldn’t begin to understand.

Jax smiled, a slow, triumphant curve of his lips. He reached down and scooped a glob of his own cum from Natasha’s cheek. He held his fingers out, inches from Alexi’s lips.

"This is your future, Alexi," he whispered, his voice a soft, final damnation. "Get used to the taste."