Chapter 335: Domination ( R18 )

The sharp, stinging slap echoed in the quiet room, a lewd, percussive counterpoint to the ragged sound of their breathing.

The sound was followed by a searing, electric jolt of pain and pleasure that shot through Astra’s entire system, a delicious, intoxicating cocktail that made her head spin and her body tremble with a dark, thrilling arousal.

It was a shocking, possessive act, a raw, primal brand of ownership that sent a fresh, lazy wave of pleasure through her exhausted frame.

She loved that feeling of Jax roughing her up, and absolutely craved more, and as the initial sting began to fade into a warm, throbbing glow, she knew, with a certainty that thrilled her to her very core, that her morning was going to be very, very long.

Before she could fully process the sensation, his hand came down again.

~SMACK!~

This time, it landed on her other cheek, a perfect, stinging blow that was a mirror image of the first.

The fresh wave of pain and pleasure was even more intense, a shocking, exquisite agony that made her cry out, a sharp, guttural moan of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Her ass was on fire, a warm, throbbing glow that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his dominance.

"You like that, don’t you?" he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her very bones, "You like it when I spank you, like the little slut you are, isn’t that right baby?"

Astra could only moan in response, her body a live wire of pleasure.

She could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.

She could feel his hands on her body, his touch a gentle, possessive brand that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his ownership.

Jax spanked her again, his hand a firm, possessive brand that marked her as his. Each slap was a perfect, stinging blow that sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her.

The pain was a sharp, exquisite counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure of his cock pounding into her, a delicious, intoxicating cocktail that was driving her insane.

Then, his hand was in her hair, a rough, possessive grip that tangled in her white locks. He pushed down, a firm, undeniable pressure that forced her face into the mattress.

The silk was cool against her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks, a stark contrast to the heat blooming on her ass.

The position was one of complete and utter submission, her face buried, her ass lifted high in the air, a lewd, erotic offering to the Demon King who owned her.

"Stay," he commanded, his voice a low, firm order that brooked no argument. "Stay just like that for me baby,"

Astra whimpered, a soft, desperate sound of compliance and desire. She was his, completely and utterly his, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She could feel him shifting behind her, his movements a blur of power and grace.

She could feel his gaze on her, a possessive, hungry caress that roamed over the curve of her ass, the sensitive skin of her thighs, and the glistening, swollen folds of her sex, now exposed to him in this new, lewdly intimate way.

Then, she felt it.

The thick, hard head of his cock pressing against her entrance, a hot, insistent pressure that made her tremble with anticipation.

He was teasing her, rubbing his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her slick, sweet juices. She 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.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a muffled, desperate plead "Please, master. Fuck me."

With a low, guttural growl, he thrust into her.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect, invasive fullness that was both a challenge and a reward.

He was huge, a thick, hard length that stretched her to her limits, a delicious, intoxicating ache that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his possession.

He buried himself to the hilt in one powerful, brutal thrust, his cock punching deep into her womb, a scalding wave of possession that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.

Astra cried out, a sharp, guttural moan of pure pleasure that was muffled by the mattress.

She could feel the thick, hard head of his cock hitting the deepest part of her, a place that was a direct line to her soul.

It was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, a delicious, intoxicating agony that was slowly, surely, driving her insane.

He began to move, his hips rising and falling, a slow, deliberate rhythm that was designed to overwhelm, to possess, to dominate.

He was fucking her, his movements a powerful, primal rhythm that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his dominance. He was claiming her, marking her, ensuring that she remained his, a constant, sticky reminder of his ownership.

Each powerful thrust of his hips sent a shockwave through her system, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that was both a blessing and a curse.

It was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, a delicious, intoxicating agony that was slowly, surely, driving her insane. She thrashed and writhed as she experienced all of this, her body a live wire of sensation.

He spanked her again, his hand a firm, possessive brand that marked her as his. Each slap was a perfect, stinging blow that sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her.

The pain was a sharp, exquisite counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure of his cock pounding into her, a delicious, intoxicating cocktail that was driving her insane.

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her very bones. "Now and forever baby."

Astra could only moan in response, her body a live wire of pleasure.

She could feel the pleasure building within her, a slow, simmering heat that was a direct result of his expert, loving ministrations.

She could feel his hands on her body, his touch a gentle, possessive brand that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his ownership.

He increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more demanding, more desperate.

He was fucking her now, his movements a powerful, primal rhythm that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his dominance.

He was claiming her, marking her, ensuring that she remained his, a constant, sticky reminder of his ownership.

The storm that was brewing deep within her core was no longer just a storm; it was a full-blown hurricane, a chaotic tempest of sensation that was threatening to overwhelm her completely.

It was the echo of her own nature, the wild, untamed power of a Storm Dragon, but instead of lightning and wind, it was pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

He reached down, his hand wrapping around her throat, a firm, possessive brand that was a constant, pleasing reminder of his dominance.

He squeezed gently, a subtle, yet undeniable threat that made her head spin with its sheer, unadulterated dominance.

"You’re going to cum for me," he commanded, his voice a low, firm order that brooked no argument. "You’re going to cum all over my cock, like the little slut you are."

That was all it took for Astra to be pushed over the line.

Astra’s entire body went rigid, a powerful, convulsive spasm wracking her frame as a blinding, white-hot flash of pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

A silent scream tore from her throat and her entire body convulsed due to the pleasure.

A gush of her hot, sweet juices flooded his cock and her insides were as tight as possible around him, leaving her trembling and breathless beneath Jax, collapsed as she had totally surrendered due to the intense pleasure that still was ripping through her body.

Jax continued to fuck her, his movements a powerful, relentless rhythm that was designed to push her to her limits.

He was claiming her, marking her, ensuring that she remained his, a constant, sticky reminder of his ownership. He was a master conductor, and her body was his orchestra, playing a symphony of ecstasy that she had never known possible.

He was pushing her to her limits, testing the boundaries of her endurance, and she was passing with flying colors.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock punching deep into her womb.

He exploded, a thick, hot torrent of his seed flooding her core, a scalding wave of possession that was a final, ultimate brand of ownership.

It was a massive, copious load, a testament to his virility and his desire for her.

The sheer volume of it was staggering, a thick, viscous flood that was a constant, sticky reminder of his potency.

Astra cried out, her back arching off the bed, a beautiful, scene as she felt her womb being completely filled by that viscous seed from the Demon King, her master.