Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 70: Dual Pleasure ( R18 )

The dual sensation was absolutely perfect. It was a great contrast of soft and firm.

Serika’s small, pink tongue traced delicate, worshipful patterns around the sensitive ridge of his cock head, while Hydra’s more assertive mouth suckled and teased, her sharp teeth occasionally grazing his skin in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to his core.

Jax’s hands found their way into their hair, one hand tangling in Serika’s soft locks, the other gripping Hydra’s thick, emerald hair. He guided them with a gentle pressure that they both immediately understood and obeyed.

"Good girls," he groaned, his voice a low, husky rumble of approval, "Just like that."

His praise was like fuel to a fire. Serika, emboldened, took him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his impressive girth.

She had been nervous before, but now, with Hydra beside her and Jax’s encouraging words in her ears, a new confidence took hold. She wanted to be good for him. She wanted to be the best maid imaginable.

~GAG~GAG~GAG!~

The FoxKin maid began to bob her head, her movements slow and deliberate initially as she found a rhythm, taking the entire cock down her throat and gagging constantly.

"Just like that baby," Jax moaned, and Serika continued.

Her tongue, which had been timid, now became more adventurous, swirling and lapping at the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper and deeper.

She could feel the heavy weight of him in her mouth, the thick veins pulsing against her tongue, and a deep, primal sense of satisfaction settled in her chest. This was where she belonged.

Hydra watched for a moment, a predatory glint in her green eyes. Then, she moved. With a fluid, serpentine grace, she released his cock and rose from her knees. Jax watched her, curious, as she slithered onto the bed behind him, her powerful, voluptuous body moving with the lethal elegance of her namesake.

She pressed herself against his back, her large, soft breasts molding perfectly to his muscular frame. The feeling was incredible, a warm, yielding pressure that enveloped him from behind.

Her arms wrapped around his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin as she leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder.

She began to kiss him there, her lips hot and demanding, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Jax let out a sharp hiss of pleasure, his head tilting to the side to give her better access.

"Don’t forget about me, my King," she purred, her voice a low, vibrating hum against his ear. "Serika may be good with her mouth, but I know how to make you feel... everywhere. You taught me well after all,"

As if to prove her point, one of her hands slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs before joining Serika’s at the base of his cock.

Her hand was larger, her grip firmer, and she began to stroke him in time with Serika’s sucking motions, her thumb rubbing circles on his sensitive perineum.

The combined stimulation was almost too much. Serika’s warm, wet mouth on his cock, Hydra’s soft breasts against his back, her hot breath on his neck, her clever hand stroking him...

He was being assaulted from all sides by pleasure, a symphony of sensation conducted by two very different, equally talented musicians.

Serika, feeling the added pressure from Hydra’s hand, redoubled her efforts. She took him as deep as she could, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat.

She fought her gag reflex, her determination to please him overriding her body’s natural response.

She could feel herself getting wetter with every passing second, her pussy throbbing with a desperate, empty ache. The sheer act of worshipping him, of being used for his pleasure, was the most intoxicating thing she had ever experienced.

She pulled back, gasping for air, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

"♥ My King ♥ ," she breathed, her voice thick with lust, "You taste... so good." She looked up at him, hereyes shining with adoration and a desperate, hungry need.

Then, she did something she had only ever read about in forbidden texts. She straightened up, cupped her breasts, and leaned forward, enveloping his slick, hard shaft in the soft, warm valley of her cleavage.

Jax groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. The feeling was incredible, a soft, yielding pressure that was completely different from her mouth or her hand.

She began to move, sliding her breasts up and down his length, her hands holding them together, creating a tight, warm channel for him to fuck.

She even leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock as it emerged from the top of her cleavage with every upward stroke.

All the while, Hydra continued her assault from behind. She kissed and nibbled at his neck and ear, her moans a constant, erotic soundtrack to their debauchery.

"That’s it, little Fox," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal.

"Use your body to please our King. Show him how much you want him." She could feel her own pussy dripping, her inner walls clenching with need. The power of this moment, of sharing this man, this King, of dominating him together, was a potent aphrodisiac.

Her flame aura, which Jax used to contain her poison, flickered slightly, the colors deepening from a pale gold to a richer, more fiery orange, a visible manifestation of her rampaging emotions.

"You’re the best King," Serika moaned, her voice muffled by his cock as she continued to tit-fuck him with earnest devotion. "The best we could have ever hoped for."

"The only King," Hydra corrected, her voice a possessive growl in his ear. "The only one strong enough to handle us. To deserve us."

She bit down gently on his earlobe, her hand still stroking his balls, her fingers rolling them with a practiced, teasing touch. "We’re so wet for you, my King. So ready for you."

Jax was in heaven. He was the center of their universe, the object of their worship, and he reveled in it.

He could feel Serika’s soft breasts wrapped around his cock, her eager tongue lapping at him, and Hydra’s powerful body pressed against his back, her hot breath on his neck, her hands exploring his body. Their moans and groans filled the room, a symphony of lust and devotion that was music to his ears.

He could feel his orgasm building, a familiar, tightening pressure in his groin. He was close. So close.

"I’m going to cum," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Swallow it, Serika. All of it."

Serika’s eyes lit up with a feverish excitement. She released his cock from her breasts and immediately took him back into her mouth, her lips sealing around him like a vacuum. She sucked him with a desperate, hungry urgency, her head bobbing frantically, her sole focus on bringing him to completion.

With a final, guttural groan, Jax came. His cock pulsed, and a thick, hot stream of his seed flooded Serika’s mouth. She swallowed greedily, her throat working as she drank down every last drop, her moans of pleasure vibrating around his sensitive shaft.

Hydra held him tight, her lips pressed against his temple, whispering words of praise and encouragement as he emptied himself into the willing, eager mouth of his devoted Foxkin maid.

When he was finished, Serika continued to suckle him gently, cleaning his softening cock with her tongue, not wanting to waste a single drop of his essence. Finally, she released him, looking up at him with a look of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Hydra chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "Well," she purred, her hands still roaming his chest. "That was a good start. But I think... I think it’s my turn now."