Chapter 352: Riding Her Master ( R18 )

Serika’s breath hitched, her purple and pink eyes widening with a mixture of shock and unadulterated desire at his command.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks when she heard Jax’s command, but she didn’t hesitate. This was what she lived for, this complete submission to the man she worshipped with every fiber of her being.

The man who had saved her and her people from despair and brought the Demon Kingdom to the highest peak it had ever seen.

With a soft whimper of obedience, she began to move. Her hips shifted, dragging her slick, cum-soaked folds along the length of his rapidly hardening cock.

The friction was exquisite, a teasing promise of the pleasure to come. Jax’s hands came to rest on her hips, his thumbs stroking the soft skin there as he watched her with dark, hungry eyes.

"Master..." she breathed, her voice barely audible as she continued to grind against him. The feeling of his thick shaft sliding between her labia, stimulating her clit without actually entering her, was driving her mad with need.

Serika had already orgasmed so many times today, but she needed more. Jax was just an addictive substance that overwrote all the rules, her body and mind were exhausted yet simultaneously eager for that pleasureful stimulus that only he could bring to her.

"Look at you," Jax murmured as he saw his beloved maid like this, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her entire body, "So eager for me and desperate to be filled by my cock,"

Serika could only nod, her movements becoming more frantic as she sought more stimulation. Her three fox-tails thrashed behind her, a clear indication of her mounting arousal alongside her fox-ears twitching.

She could feel his seed from their previous coupling trickling out of her, mixing with her own arousal to coat his cock in a glistening layer of their combined essence.

"Please," she whimpered after several minutes of this exquisite torture, "Master... I need..."

"Need what?" he asked, though he knew exactly what she wanted. He loved hearing her beg, loved seeing how desperate she became for his touch.

"You," she gasped, her hips rising slightly as she tried to align herself with his tip, "Inside me... please... I need you inside me..."

Jax chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine, "Since you asked so nicely..."

With deliberate slowness, he reached between them, his fingers wrapping around his massive cock. Serika watched, transfixed, as he aligned the thick head with her dripping entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable, her entire body trembling with need.

"Take what you want, baby," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument, "Ride your master."

Serika didn’t need to be told twice. With a soft cry of pleasure, she lowered herself onto him, her slick folds parting to accommodate his impressive girth.

The feeling of him stretching her, filling her inch by delicious inch, was pure ecstasy. Jax’s seed from their previous coupling was pushed out by his intrusion, trickling down her thighs in warm, sticky rivulets.

"Fuck... yes..." Jax groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as her tight heat enveloped him. "So fucking tight... so wet for me..."

Serika could only moan in response, her body trembling as she took him deeper. When she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, she paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely, utterly filled by the man she adored.

"Move," he commanded after several moments, his hands tightening on her hips, "Ride me like the good girl you are."

Serika obeyed, rising slowly until only the tip remained inside her before dropping back down with a soft cry of pleasure. She set a rhythm that was torturously slow at first, each movement deliberate and measured. Jax watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared into her slick heat, only to reappear glistening with their combined arousal.

"Faster," he commanded after several minutes of this exquisite torture. "I want to see you lose control for me,"

Serika obliged, increasing her pace gradually. Her movements became more frantic, more desperate as pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.

The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their coupling, accompanied by Serika’s increasingly desperate cries.

"Jax... Master... please..." she whimpered, her hands braced against his chest as she rode him harder. "I... I’m going to..."

"Not yet," he commanded, his voice firm despite his own mounting arousal. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles, "Look at me when you come. I want to see your face when you fall apart for me."

Serika’s eyes locked with his, her expression a mixture of adoration, desperation, and pure pleasure. Jax increased the pressure on her clit, his other hand coming up to pinch her nipple. The additional stimulation was all it took.

With a scream that was half pleasure, half his name, Serika shattered. Her body convulsed above him, her inner walls clamping down on his cock like a velvet vice.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless. Jax continued to stimulate her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed against his chest, completely spent.

But he wasn’t finished with her yet.

Jax rolled them over, positioning himself above her without ever withdrawing from her tight heat. He began to move then, setting a punishing rhythm that had the bed rocking violently. Each thrust was powerful, demanding, hitting deeper than before as he claimed her completely.

"Jax!" she cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist, "Too much... I can’t..."

"You can," he said firmly, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her relentlessly, "And you will. You wanted to be fucked, remember? That’s exactly what I’m doing."

Serika’s response was a muffled moan as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers.

His other hand slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before moving lower to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against him with each powerful thrust.

"Please," she whimpered when they finally pulled apart, her face buried in the crook of his neck. "I... I don’t know if I can..."

"You can," he repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will take everything I give you and beg for more."

To prove his point, he increased his pace even more, his hips snapping against hers with bruising force. The sounds of their coupling filled the room, wet, rhythmic, and utterly primal.

Serika’s fox-tails wrapped around his arm, a silent plea for mercy even as her body responded with mounting arousal.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice rough with exertion.

"You," she gasped immediately. "Always you, Jax... only you..."

"Say it again," he commanded, slapping her ass lightly.

"You!" she cried out, her body trembling. "I belong to you... body and soul..."

"Good girl," he murmured, rewarding her with a particularly deep thrust that had her seeing stars. "Now come for me again. Show me how much you missed me."

It didn’t take much. A few more precise thrusts, combined with expert stimulation of her clit, and Serika was tumbling over the edge once more. This orgasm was even more intense than the first, leaving her sobbing with pleasure as her body convulsed around him.

Jax followed her over the edge with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt inside her as his own release overtook him.

His seed filled her, warm and abundant, marking her as his in the most primal way possible. For several moments, they remained joined, both breathing heavily as waves of pleasure continued to wash over them.

When Jax finally withdrew, Serika collapsed bonelessly onto the bed, too exhausted to move. Jax lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms and tucking her head beneath his chin. Her three fox-tails curled around them both, creating a warm, furry cocoon.

"Perfect," he whispered after several minutes of comfortable silence, his voice soft now. "Absolutely perfect."

Serika preened under his praise, nuzzling against his chest. "I live to serve you, my lord," she whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

Jax held her close, his fingers stroking her back in soothing circles. He could feel himself growing hard again, his Incubus blood already recovering from their previous exertions. But for now, he was content to simply hold her, to bask in the afterglow of their reunion.

"You’re insatiable," he said with a chuckle, noting the way she was already rubbing against him, her body seeking more contact.

"Only for you," she replied, her voice soft but firm. "I’ll never get enough of you."

"Good," he said, sealing his words with a tender kiss. "Because I have a feeling I’ll never get enough of you either."

They lay in comfortable silence for several minutes, their bodies pressed together, their heartbeats gradually returning to normal. The setting sun cast long shadows across the room, bathing them in a warm, golden glow.

"I should probably get up," Jax said eventually, though he made no move to do so. "Sabrina’s probably having a fit by now."

Serika pouted playfully. "Do you have to?" she asked, her hand drifting lower to wrap around his already hardening cock. "Couldn’t you stay a little longer?"

Jax groaned, his hips arching into her touch. "You’re making it very hard to say no," he admitted, his voice thick with desire.

"Then don’t," she whispered, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "Stay with me... just a little longer..."

Jax’s resistance crumbled. With a growl, he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. "You’re going to make me lose my mind,"