Lustful Demon King: Summoned by the Demon Goddesses!-Chapter 146: Taking him fully ( R18 )

The feeling of his hardening shaft in her mouth was a revelation to Alexi.

Every throb of his cock against her tongue sent a corresponding jolt of electricity straight to her aching core.

She was lost in a haze of sensation, her world narrowed to the taste, the scent, the feel of him. Her movements were becoming more fluid, more purposeful, driven by a primal instinct to please Jax.

All of her womanly instincts were telling her that this was her duty, to please Jax as much as possible, to become his woman, and her mind couldn’t hold back those instincts.

Jax watched her, his golden eyes glowing with a cruel, triumphant light. He saw the way her body trembled, the way her own hips began to rock subtly in time with the bobbing of her head, a silent, desperate plea for a stimulation she was too broken to ask for.

He saw the truth in her every action: the proud, untouchable Elemental Mage was a myth. In her place was a quivering, needy slut, just like all the others.

A low, mocking chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Look at you," he said, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade that sliced through her lust-fogged mind. "All that fire, all that righteous fury. All that talk of purity and duty."

He tightened his grip on her hair, just enough to make her pause, to force her to look up at him with his cock still filling her mouth. "And here you are. On your knees. Licking another woman’s cum off my cock like it’s the finest meal in the world,"

A huge amount of shape pierced through the haze of her arousal.

A fresh wave of tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t. The humiliation was just another spice in the intoxicating cocktail of her submission.

"I always wondered what was hiding underneath that prudish armor," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"You always acted like a good girl, especially around Killian," Jax said with a laugh, "Wonder what he’d think if he saw you were just a cock-hungry slut who needed a real man to show her her place,"

His words were venomous, each one a deliberate poison meant to degrade and destroy her confidence, and those words worked.

They broke something final inside her, shattering the last remnants of her self-image. He was right. She was a slut. A pathetic, dripping, cock-hungry slut who was getting off on the very act that was meant to be her ultimate humiliation.

Her pussy throbbed in agreement, a fresh gush of her slick arousal soaking her trousers, a physical testament to his words.

"♥Mmmph...♥" she whimpered around his shaft, the sound a pathetic mixture of shame and need.

"Ah, ah, ah," he chided, tapping her cheek lightly with his free hand, "None of that. If you’re going to be a slut, Alexi, you might as well be a good one. And you’re terrible at this."

The cruelty of the words was a fresh sting, but they were laced with a dark promise of instruction, of his attention, and her treacherous body craved it.

"Watch your teeth," he commanded, his tone shifting from mocking to instructional,"Lips over your teeth. It’s a sheath, not a grinder."

She obeyed instantly, pulling her lips back to cover her teeth, creating a softer, wetter tunnel for his cock.

"Good girl," he praised, the condescending words sending a thrill of pleasure through her. "Now, use your tongue more. Don’t just let it sit there. Lick the head. Explore the ridge. Worship it. This cock is your new God,"

She did, her tongue becoming more active, swirling around the sensitive crown, tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. His groans of approval were her reward, and she found herself working harder, eager for more of that validation.

"That’s it," he grunted, his hips beginning to rock slightly, pushing his cock a little deeper into her mouth. "Now, relax your throat. You’re going to take me all the way. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen."

Panic flared in her chest. Take him all the way? She had seen him do that to Natasha, had seen the way Natasha’s throat bulged with his size. It was impossible. She would choke. She would die.

But as he began to apply a gentle, firm pressure on the back of her head, guiding her down, a strange calm settled over her. The panic was still there, but it was overshadowed by a desperate, all-consuming need to obey, to succeed, to be the good slut he wanted her to be.

She felt the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat. Her gag reflex immediately kicked in, her body convulsing, her throat constricting.

"Relax," he commanded again, his voice firm but steady. "Breathe through your nose. Submit to it, Alexi. Let my cock own your throat."

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming from the corners, and forced herself to obey. She took a shaky breath through her nose and consciously relaxed the muscles in her neck.

It was the hardest thing she had ever done, a act of will that went against every instinct for self-preservation.

And then, he pushed through.

With one firm, steady push, the head of his cock popped past the tight constriction of her throat and slid deeper. The sensation was alien and overwhelming, a fullness that was both suffocating and strangely, perversely satisfying. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

She could feel him stretching her esophagus, a living, throbbing intrusion that was the ultimate symbol of his possession.

"Fuck, yes!" he roared, his voice thick with triumph, "That’s it! All the way down!"

He held her there, her nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base, his entire cock buried in her throat. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Her world was reduced to the feeling of him inside her, the absolute, undeniable proof of his dominance. She could feel the frantic, useless fluttering of her own walls around his thick shaft.

He pulled back, just enough to let her gasp for a single, ragged breath, before pushing back in, just as deep. He began to fuck her throat in earnest, using her mouth as he had used Natasha’s, a tight, warm hole for his pleasure. There was no artistry, no technique, just pure, brutal possession.

And with every deep thrust, with every gag and choke, with every fresh tear that stained her cheeks, Alexi’s pussy throbbed with an ever-growing, desperate ache. She was being broken, remolded, and in the fiery crucible of her own degradation, a new, darker self was being forged.