Chapter 310: Womb Breeding ( R18 )
The sharp, demanding pull on her arms sent a jolt through Serika’s system, forcing her back into a severe, beautiful arch that aroused Jax and made his cock twitch and leak pre-cum so much.
Serika’s voluptuous breasts, heavy and the nipples swollen from arousal, were now pulled up from the mattress they were previously pressed on, all the way for Jax to see and admire.
The alluring breasts were now bouncing and jiggling with every single brutal, punishing deep thrust Jax delivered directly into the depths of Serika’s pussy.
The new position was a masterpiece of vulnerability and exposure for Serika, as her entire body was now presented to the Demon King as a canvas for his possession.
Serika’s face was turned to the side, Jax pressing it against the cool silk of the sheets while her mouth open in a silent, constant scream of pleasure.
The FoxKin’s eyes were rolled back in her head, her beautiful emerald irises almost completely obscured by the white of her overwhelming ecstasy as her body shook and trembled, constantly cumming on his cock and gushing her juices.
Jax was using her body like his personal sex toy, completely and utterly.
His grip on her arms was the only thing keeping her upper body aloft, a steel-like hold that was an unbreakable anchor in the storm of sensation he was creating inside of Serika.
The leverage it gave him when fucking her was devastating. Each inward slam was now even deeper, even more forceful.
The thick head of his cock wasn’t just kissing the entrance to her womb anymore; it was punching into it, breaching the tight, muscular ring with every powerful stroke, spreading her deepest core open for his possession.
It was allowing Jax to plant a flag of domination in the deepest, most sacred part of her body, claiming it as his own.
"♥Jax! Jax! Jax!♥" she chanted, his name a mindless, desperate prayer that was ripped from her lungs with every impact.
It was the only word she knew at the current moment, the only thought her pleasure-fried brain could form.
Currently, Jax was her entire world, basically her entire existence. Serika had been completely reduced to the intense feeling of the Demon King’s thick, throbbing cock spreading her pussy open, destroying her insides and reshaping her in his perfect image.
The pleasure was no longer a wave or a build-up. It was a constant, blinding, white-hot tsunami deep inside her that continuously washed over her.
Before when they had sex, Serika’s previous orgasms were definitely intense, but now, this was something else entirely.
At this point, Serika was cumming continuously, a series of powerful, overlapping spasms that wracked her frame without mercy.
Her inner pussy muscles were locked in a frantic, desperate clench around him, a velvet vise that milked his pistoning shaft, trying to pull him deeper, to drain him of every last drop of cum that he had.
~PAH~PAH~PAH!~
The slick, wet sounds of her overflowing pussy gushing juices every time Jax thrusted and slammed his hips against her ass grew louder and louder throughout the room.
It was a lewd, squelching symphony that was a testament to her complete and total arousal.
Jax watched her, his golden eyes burning with a fierce, predatory fire as his gaze roamed her sexy, sweaty body.
The Demon King saw the way her body trembled and shook with every sing one of his thrusts, he saw the sensual way her breasts bounced and jiggled as his cock spread her insides open, and the way her three purple tails thrashed behind her in a frenzy of pleasure.
Jax saw the bright red handprints blooming on her ass, a beautiful, violent constellation of his ownership. He could feel the frantic, desperate beat of her heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect he was having on her.
During all of this, Jax could feel his own release building, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of her expert, loving ministrations.
He could feel his cock throbbing inside her, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music. He could feel the slickness of her own arousal, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
He was close, so close to the edge, so close to flooding her with his seed deep in her womb, but not yet, not now, he wouldn’t let go when he was soo close.
He wanted to hear her beg. He wanted to hear her completely broken, completely undone, begging for his seed like her life depended on it. The sound she made when she was begging and moaning was always so sexy to Jax.
He slowed his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming longer, deeper, more deliberate. The change was almost as torturous as the relentless pounding had been. It forced her to feel every single inch of him, to anticipate the deep, invasive pressure against her womb.
"Who do you belong to, Serika?" he demanded, his voice a low, guttural growl that was a final, ultimate command,"Who owns this pussy? Whose seed do you dream of every single night?"
"♥You!♥" she cried out, her voice a desperate, breathless plea. "♥You own me, master! This pussy is yours! I dream of your seed filling this slutty pussy every night,"
"And what do you want, Serika?" he spoke, staring at her as he spanked her ass one more time, "Tell me what you want. Beg for it baby,"
"♥I want your cum!♥" she screamed, her voice a high, keening wail of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "♥I want you to cum inside me! Please, master! Please!♥"
He could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.
He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, a frantic, desperate pulse that was a constant, pleasing music. He knew she was close, so close to the edge.
"Beg for it, Serika," Jax ordered, spanking her other asscheek again this time, "Beg for my seed. Beg me to fill you up,"
"♥Please!♥" she cried out, her voice a desperate, hysterical plea of desire to Jax,"♥Please, master! Please cum inside me! I need it! I need your seed! Please fill me up! Please!♥"
Jax could see she was close. Her trembling thighs, her shaky voice, all of it pointed to one thing.
"♥I can’t wait, Jax!♥" she cried out, tears of pleasure running down her face, "I can’t survive without your seed inside me,"
"♥Please, Jax!♥" she cried out, her voice a desperate, hysterical plea. "♥Please cum inside me! I need it! I need your seed! Please fill me up! Please!♥"
Her desperate, hysterical pleas were the final trigger for Jax to decide to breed her.
It was the ultimate surrender of Serika, the complete and total abdication of her will to his, completely falling into his desires, her mind clouded entirely by Jax and the pleasure he was giving to her.
With a final, guttural roar of triumph, he slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. He rolled his hips twice, all the way until Jax’s thick, throbbing leaking cock was punching directly into her womb.
Finally, once Jax was all the way there, he came, exploding a thick, hot flood of his seed pumping deep into Serika’s womb. It was a scalding wave of possession that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.
He could feel the heat of him, the slick, sticky wetness of his cum, a constant, comforting reminder of his possession.
He could feel the frantic, desperate beat of her heart, a frantic drumbeat of life and excitement that was a testament to the effect he had on her.
He could feel the slick, sticky wetness of their combined release, a wet, hot promise that was a constant, tempting invitation.
Finally, Jax collapsed on top of her, his body a heavy, welcome weight that was a constant, comforting reminder of his possession. He kissed her neck and ear, his cock continuing to pulse inside of her all the while Jax held her in his arms.
He looked down at her, his golden eyes dark with a fierce, possessive lust. She was a beautiful, debauched mess, her skin flushed a delicate pink, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her eyes glazed with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
"♥Mine,♥" he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that was a final, ultimate command.
"♥Yours,♥" she replied, her voice a soft, sated whisper that was a final, ultimate promise.
And with that, they lay there, a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs and desire, their bodies a testament to the raw, primal passion that burned between them.
The world outside the room, the celebration, the dimension itself, could wait. For now, there was only the two of them, and the profound, bone-deep satisfaction of a love that was as fierce as it was true.