Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 115: Eager Hero ( R18 )

The festivities celebrating the finishing and naming of the new Capital finally ended late into the night, the last echoes of the crowd’s adoration finally fading, leaving the vast, cavernous Throne Room in a state of profound silence.

The grand doors were shut, sealing Jax within the heart of his new kingdom. The air still thrummed with the residual energy of a million hopes and the raw, untamed power of the Throne of Dominion.

Sitting on the Throne, Jax could feel its true power.

He could feel the lifeblood of mana flowing through its veins, the hearts of its citizens beating in a thousand different rhythms, the collective consciousness of a people reborn. He was the city, and the city was him. It was an intoxicating, god-like sensation.

He sat in the quiet, his golden eyes closed, simply... being. He let the power wash over him, accepting the mantle of leadership.

~CLICK!~

However, his peace and quiet was interrupted by the scuff of a boot on the polished floor.

He didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was. He could feel her presence, a familiar, bright spark of defiance and desire that stood out against the dark, ambient energy of the room like a star in a moonless sky.

Natasha.

She stood a few feet from the dais, still in her simple, unadorned clothing, but the chains were gone. The only remnant of her public humiliation was the faint, glowing mark of his sigil on her neck, a brand that pulsed in time with his own heartbeat.

She stood with her arms crossed, her posture relaxed, but her eyes, when he finally opened his to meet them, were burning with an unnerving intensity.

"The show went well," she said, her voice a low, slightly husky timbre that cut through the silence. "They bought it. Every last, bloodthirsty one of them. The ’captured Hero’ playing her part for the glorious King."

A wry, knowing smile played on her lips, "I did exactly what you asked, Lord Jax. I played the perfect, broken prize for your rabble."

Jax remained silent, watching as Natasha’s smile faded, replaced by a raw, untamed hunger.

She took a step closer, her movements fluid and deliberate,"I held up my end of our bargain," she continued, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "I let them brand me, I let them drag me through the streets like a dog."

"I stood there and let a million demons bay for my blood, all for you." She stopped at the bottom of the dais, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Now... I want my reward."

Her body language was an open book. The slight parting of her lips, the way her breathing had quickened, the subtle shift of her hips.

Jax’s senses, amplified by the Throne, could detect the physiological changes in her body with crystal clarity. He could hear the frantic, accelerated beat of her heart. He could smell the sharp, intoxicating scent of her arousal, a sweet, musky perfume that hung in the air around her.

He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and, most distinctly, the faint, rhythmic throbbing of her pussy, a desperate, clenching pulse that screamed her need. Her eyes were wide and eager, a silent plea that was far more potent than any spoken command.

A slow, dangerous smile finally curved Jax’s lips., "Very well, Hero. You shall have your reward." He shifted on the throne, spreading his legs slightly in a gesture of absolute command, "But you will take it on my terms. Come here and kneel."

Without another word, Natasha ascended the few steps to the dais. She walked to the space between his spread legs and, with a grace that was both humble and incredibly sensual, she sank to her knees.

The polished marble was cold against her skin, a stark contrast to the fire burning within her. She looked up at him, her expression one of utter worship, her hands resting submissively on her thighs. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Good girl," Jax murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Now, show your King the gratitude he is owed."

Her hands trembled slightly with anticipation as she reached for the intricate fastenings of his royal trousers. Her fingers fumbled for a moment out of excitement. Finally, they came undone. She pulled the heavy fabric down, just enough to free him.

His cock sprang forth, already semi-aroused, thick and imposing in the dim light of the throne room. It was a symbol of everything he was: powerful and dominant. Natasha’s breath hitched, her eyes widening with a mixture of awe and primal desire. This was the reward she had craved.

She leaned in, not with haste, but with a slow, deliberate reverence.

She didn’t take him into her mouth immediately. Instead, she pressed her lips to the very tip of his cock in a soft, worshipful kiss.

It was a gesture of complete submission, an acknowledgment of his absolute authority over her. She held the kiss for a long moment, her eyes closed, savoring the connection, the feel of his hot skin against her lips.

Jax let out a low groan, his hand coming down to rest on the top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. The gentle pressure was both a caress and a command.

Encouraged, she began. Her lips parted, and she took the head of his cock into her warm, willing mouth. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the sensitive ridge, lapping at the bead of precum that had gathered there. The taste was salty, masculine, and intoxicatingly real.

She began to take him deeper, her movements a stark contrast to the clumsy eagerness she might have shown before. This was a performance, a tribute.

She established a slow, sensual rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, her lips forming a tight, perfect seal around his shaft. Her tongue was in constant motion, licking and stroking the sensitive underside as she took him deeper and deeper with each pass.

The only sounds in the vast, silent throne room were the soft, wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth on his flesh, and the low, guttural groans of pleasure escaping Jax’s lips.

He watched her, his golden eyes burning with lust, as the Hero of the Goddess of Light knelt before him, her lips wrapped around his cock, her body trembling with the sheer force of her own desire.

She was lost in it, in the act of pleasuring her king. She could feel him growing harder, thicker in her mouth, his hips beginning to rock slightly in time with her movements.

She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, taking him as deep as she could, fighting her gag reflex until the head of his cock was nudging the back of her throat.

"♥Fuck, yes...♥" Jax groaned, his grip tightening in her hair. "♥Just like that. Take it all.♥"

His praise was the final push she needed. With a final, determined plunge, she took him to the hilt, her nose buried in the coarse hair at his base. She held him there for a moment, her throat convulsing around him, before pulling back and resuming her frantic, worshipful rhythm.

He could feel his orgasm building, a tight, hot coil in his groin. "♥I’m going to cum,♥" he warned, his voice a strained growl.

Natasha didn’t pull back. If anything, she sucked harder, her hand coming up to grip the base of his shaft, stroking him in time with the frantic bobbing of her head, eager to receive every last drop.

With a loud, guttural roar that echoed through the silent hall, Jax came. His cock pulsed violently, and his hot, thick seed flooded her mouth. She swallowed frantically, her throat working as she drank down his essence, her moans of pleasure vibrating around his twitching cock.