Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 147: Laying Claim ( R18 )

The brutal rhythm of his face-fucking became Alexi’s new reality. Time lost all meaning, measured only by the relentless cycle of his cock burying itself in her throat and the brief, desperate gasp for air he allowed her.

The initial panic, the sharp, stinging humiliation, began to fade, replaced by a strange, detached sense of purpose. She was an instrument, and he was the musician. Her body was learning the music.

Each thrust, once a violation, became a familiar beat. She stopped fighting her gag reflex and instead learned to ride it, to use the convulsive clenching of her throat to massage his shaft. The sounds she made changed, too.

The choked, panicked sobs were replaced by wetter, more rhythmic gurgles, punctuated by the low, guttural moans that she could no longer suppress. Her body, once a rigid cage of resistance, was now a pliant, eager vessel.

"♥ ACK~ACK~AGH~AGH!... ♥" Alexi groaned out as she felt his cock constantly slamming into the back of her throat.

Her pussy was a constant, throbbing ache, a dripping, neglected fire that cried out for a touch she knew was not yet hers to receive.

Jax felt the change. He felt her submission deepen with every plunge into her throat. Her frantic, inexperienced efforts were being honed by his ruthless tutelage into a skilled, if unwilling, act of worship. Jax was remaking her into his perfect image of debauchery.

"That’s it, you fucking slut," he growled, his voice a harsh symphony of lust and triumph, "Take it. Take every fucking inch. This is what you were made for,"

His thrusts became faster, more erratic. The grip on her hair tightened, his control becoming more absolute. He was using her now with a singular, punishing focus, chasing his own release. She could feel his cock swelling, throbbing with an impending explosion that was both terrifying and desperately anticipated.

With a final, guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cell, he buried himself to the hilt one last time. His cock pulsed violently against the back of her throat, and a hot, thick torrent of his cum erupted directly into her esophagus. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The sheer volume of it was overwhelming, a direct, scalding injection of his essence. She had no choice but to swallow, her throat working convulsively around his spurting shaft, milking him for every last drop as he had trained her to do.

He held her there, his body rigid, as the last spasms of his orgasm subsided. Then, slowly, he pulled out. His cock slid from her lips, leaving a trail of spit and cum that connected them for a brief, obscene moment before breaking. Alexi collapsed forward, coughing and gasping, her body trembling uncontrollably.

But he wasn’t done with her. "Look at me," he commanded.

She slowly raised her head, her vision blurry with tears. His cock, still semi-hard and glistening with a fresh coat of his seed and her saliva, was inches from her face.

"Clean it," he ordered. "Every drop."

Without a moment’s hesitation, she leaned forward. Her tongue darted out, licking the length of his shaft, cleaning him with a reverent, worshipful devotion.

She took him back into her mouth, sucking gently, swirling her tongue around his sensitive head to ensure no trace of his release remained.

She tasted herself on him, the tang of her own throat mixed with his salty-sweet cum, and the flavor was the ultimate seal of her new identity.

When she was finished, he pulled away, leaving her kneeling on the cold stone, a used, trembling, but strangely satisfied mess. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable, then his gaze shifted to the empty space beside them.

He raised a hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the air shimmered and warped. A tall, full-length standing mirror materialized out of thin air, its ornate silver frame gleaming in the dim light. It was positioned perfectly, angled so that Alexi, still on her knees, could see herself clearly.

Her breath hitched. The reflection was a stranger. A girl with tear-streaked, grime-smudged cheeks, swollen, glistening lips, and wide, red eyes that burned with a mixture of terror, shame, and a dark, flickering lust she no longer tried to deny.

Her hair was a tangled mess from his rough grip. She looked pathetic. Broken. And undeniably, terrifyingly, his.

"Look at that, that’s you, now almost a proper whore," Jax said with a smile as he stared at her reflection.

"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice soft but laced with steel. "Face down, ass up."

The order sent a jolt of fear and excitement through her. This was it. The moment she had been both dreading and craving. She slowly, shakily, rose to her hands and knees, then lowered her upper body until her cheek rested against the cold, gritty stone.

She arched her back, pushing her ass up into the air in a gesture of pure, vulnerable submission. From her position, she could still see herself in the mirror, a pathetic, offering tableau.

Jax moved behind her. She could feel his presence, a suffocating heat that promised both pain and pleasure. She braced herself, expecting to feel the heavy, hot weight of his cock slapping against her dripping, aching pussy.

She clenched her thighs in anticipation, her body ready to finally be claimed in the way she had been fantasizing about, however unwillingly.

But the slap never came to her pussy.

Instead, a wet, heavy thud landed squarely on the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.

Alexi’s entire body went rigid. A shock, cold and sharp, shot through her, momentarily overriding the haze of her arousal.

Her eyes, fixed on the mirror, widened in pure panic. That was... not right. That was forbidden. That was an act of ultimate degradation, of conquest she hadn’t even conceived of.

Jax chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. He rubbed the head of his cock, still slick with her saliva, against her clenched sphincter, the intimate contact sending a bolt of horrified electricity through her.

"You thought I was going to claim your pussy?" he mocked, his voice a low, predatory rumble. "No, no, Alexi. That’s too simple. That’s what Killian would have done. That’s what any common man would do."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a venomous whisper that she saw reflected in her own terrified eyes in the mirror.

"I’m going to lay claim to you in a way you’ll never forget. I’m going to take your ass. And when I’m done, you’ll never be whole again. Every part of you will belong to me."

Panic warred with a horrifying, twisted surge of arousal. The thought was so depraved, so utterly wrong, that a dark, hidden part of her soul thrilled to it.

Her pussy, which had been aching for his touch, clenched violently, and a fresh wave of her slick arousal trickled down her inner thigh. She was terrified. And she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.