Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 69: Threesome ( R18 )

Jax, his arms still loosely around Serika, raised an eyebrow as he heard that question.

He pulled back slightly, his golden eyes narrowing as he turned to face Hydra, who was now leaning casually against one of the bedposts, a knowing, challenging smirk playing on her full, green lips.

Her green eyes glinted with mischief as she met his gaze without an ounce of shame. She had asked the question as a gauntlet thrown down, a test of his new role as the master of two very different, very powerful women.

Jax felt Serika stiffen in his arms. The Foxkin, who had just found the courage to accept a place in his life, was now immediately thrust into a new, more terrifying arena.

He could feel the faint tremor that ran through her slender frame, a stark contrast to Hydra’s unshakeable poise. He knew he had to tread carefully. A wrong answer could ruin the confidence he just spent building up for her.

He let go of Serika and looked at Hydra, "I don’t know, you’re both quite good, and neither of you were that experienced. It was pretty cute," Jax said, making sure to tease them as Serika blushed, embarrassed as her dirty laundry was out in the open.

Hydra on the other hand, her smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued.

"You don’t know?" Hydra pushed, pushing off the bedpost and taking a slow, deliberate step towards them.

"How could you not know? It’s a simple comparison. Was it the eager, devoted servant, or the powerful, passionate Dragoness?" Her voice was a silken taunt, each word designed to provoke him.

"Because it’s not a competition," Jax replied, his tone firm. "You are not opponents, Hydra. You are both mine. Each experience was unique, and both were... unforgettable. To rank them would be to cheapen them."

"A diplomatic answer," Hydra purred, circling them slowly like a shark. "But not a satisfying one." She stopped behind Serika, her gaze falling on the smaller woman.

Serika tensed, feeling the Dragoness’s presence like a heat at her back, "But perhaps you’re right, my King. It’s not a competition." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Maybe it’s a collaboration."

Before Serika could react, Hydra’s hands were on her shoulders. The Dragoness’s touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm, an undeniable command.

She pulled Serika back against her lush body, her arms wrapping around the Foxkin’s waist. Serika let out a soft gasp, her eyes wide as she stared at Jax, a silent plea in her gaze.

Hydra leaned down, her lips brushing against Serika’s ear. "He said he doesn’t know," she murmured, her voice a low, hypnotic hum. "So maybe... we should help him find out."

Serika’s breath hitched. Her mind, already reeling from the emotional whiplash of the last few minutes, struggled to process the implication. Her? With Hydra? For Jax?

The thought was thrillingly arousing. She had never even considered such a thing, doing that with Jax alongside other women.

Hydra’s hands began to move, tracing the curves of Serika’s sides through her maid uniform. "Look at him," Hydra commanded softly, her eyes locked on Jax.

"Our King. He deserves a proper answer, don’t you think? He deserves to be worshipped by the two of us together. To see what we can do when we’re not... competing."

Serika’s gaze met Jax’s. She saw no shock, no anger on his face. Only a deep, burning interest, a primal heat that set her blood on fire. He was enjoying this.

He was enjoying the sight of them, the powerful Dragoness and the timid Foxkin, coming together for his pleasure. The realization sent a wave of heat pooling in her core, washing away the last of her fear.

Slowly, hesitantly, Serika nodded. "Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible. "My King."

Hydra smirked, a triumphant glint in her eyes. She released Serika and took her hand, their fingers intertwining.

Together, they turned and approached Jax, a united front of feminine power and seduction. They moved with a newfound, shared purpose, their earlier apprehension replaced by a bold, daring confidence.

They stopped in front of him. Serika, with her innate grace and training, sank to her knees first, bowing her head in a gesture of utter submission. Hydra, ever the proud Dragoness, did not kneel immediately.

Instead, she stood for a moment longer, her powerful, voluptuous body a testament to her strength. Then, with a slow, deliberate grace that was even more potent than Serika’s devotion, she too sank to her knees, her green eyes never leaving his.

"Sit, my King," Hydra said, her voice a low, husky command. "And let us serve you."

Jax didn’t need to be told twice. He sat on the edge of the plush bed, his posture relaxed, his golden eyes burning with anticipation. He was their God now, and they were his acolytes, ready to worship at the altar of his body.

Their hands, so different yet united in purpose, reached for him. Serika’s small, delicate fingers began to work on the laces of his tunic, her touch reverent and careful.

Hydra’s stronger, more confident hands went to his belt, her movements efficient and sure. They worked in silence, a perfect, synchronized team.

They removed his tunic, revealing his hard, muscular chest.

Serika leaned in, pressing her soft lips against his skin, her tongue tracing the lines of his abs. Hydra, not to be outdone, nipped at his shoulder, her teeth sharp enough to leave a faint mark, a possessive brand.

They undressed him completely, their hands and lips exploring every inch of his body as they revealed it. They were not just undressing him; they were worshipping him.

They treated his body like a sacred temple, their touches a form of prayer, their kisses a sacrament. Serika’s worship was one of pure, unadulterated devotion, her caresses light and adoring. Hydra’s was one of passionate, possessive hunger, her touches more demanding, her kisses more aggressive.

When he was fully naked, his cock already hard and throbbing with anticipation, they both paused for a moment, their eyes drinking in the sight of him. He was magnificent, a perfect specimen of male power, and he was all theirs.

Serika was the first to move. She leaned in, her small hand wrapping around the thick base of his shaft. She stuck out her tongue, giving the broad, flared head a slow, tentative lick.

Hydra watched for a second, then joined her. Her larger hand covered Serika’s, and she leaned in, taking the other side of his head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive slit.

Jax let out a low groan, his head falling back as the dual sensations overwhelmed him. They worked together, their tongues and lips moving in a dance of shared pleasure.

Serika’s gentle, lapping caresses and Hydra’s deep, sucking kisses combined into an experience more intense than anything he had ever known.

They were no longer two separate women, but a single, multi-limbed entity of pure, unadulterated lust, and he was their sole focus.