Chapter 138: Forever ( R18 )

“Then cum for me,” Jax commanded, his voice a raw, guttural snarl against her ear, that deep masculine voice making her tremble, “Cum on my cock, Astra. Now.”

His permission was the catalyst. The world shattered. Astra’s orgasm broke over her not like a wave, but like a cataclysm. A silent scream tore from her throat as her body seized, every muscle locking in a paroxysm of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, a series of violent, rhythmic contractions that milked his thick shaft, trying to pull him deeper, to drain him of everything he had.

Her vision dissolved into a blinding white flash, and for a moment, she ceased to exist, becoming nothing more than a vessel for the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

He rode her through it, his powerful thrusts never ceasing, drawing out her climax until her limbs went limp and she collapsed, a panting, sobbing, trembling mess beneath him. She was utterly spent, her mind a blank slate, her body buzzing with the sweet, painful aftershocks.

But Jax was not done. He had promised to fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name, and he was a king who always kept his promises.

He slowed his pace, giving her a moment’s respite, his cock still buried deep inside her, a throbbing, possessive anchor.

She whimpered softly, her body too weak to even twitch. He leaned down, kissing her shoulder, her neck, his lips a surprisingly gentle contrast to the brutal fucking he had just given her.

“Shhh, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble, “We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”

Before she could process his words, he moved. With a strength that was both terrifying and exhilarating, he hooked an arm under her waist and flipped her over.

She cried out in surprise as her world spun, her face pressing into the cool, silken sheets, her ass raised high in the air. He adjusted her, positioning her on her knees, her chest pressed low, her back arched in a position of complete, wanton submission.

She felt so exposed like this, so vulnerable. She could feel the cool air of the room on her dripping, swollen pussy, and she knew he was looking at her, at her most intimate place, still gaping slightly from his possession.

He knelt behind her, his powerful thighs bracketing hers. He took his cock in hand, still slick with her juices, and rubbed the head up and down her slit, from her clit to her entrance, coating himself in her wetness.

“Look at this perfect ass,”he growled, his free hand coming down to grip her cheek, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He gave it a sharp, stinging slap that made her yelp and clench. “And this pussy… all mine.”

He lined himself up with her entrance and, without warning, slammed forward.

The force of the thrust stole her breath. He was deeper than before, the new angle allowing him to hit her cervix with brutal, unerring accuracy.

“♥AHH!♥”

A guttural, animalistic moan was ripped from her throat, a sound of pure, mindless pleasure. The pain was a distant echo, completely drowned out by the heavenly, overwhelming sensation of being so completely, so utterly filled.

He set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against her ass, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with every powerful thrust. There was no more gentleness, no more teasing. This was a raw, primal breeding. He was fucking her. He was claiming her.

“♥ Jax!… Ah!… Ah!… Too deep!… So good!… ♥” she sobbed, her words dissolving into incoherent, pleasure-drunk babbling.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body rocking helplessly with the force of his thrusts. She was drooling, her mouth open, her eyes rolled back in her head as she lost herself completely to the sensation.

He was hitting her deepest places, his thick cock head punching against the tight entrance to her womb with every thrust. It was a pleasure so intense it was almost agony, a feeling of being impaled, of being taken, of being owned in the most fundamental way possible.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growled, his voice a harsh, dominant panting. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips next to her ear, “To be fucked like the dragon you are? To be taken and bred by your king?”

❰”♥ Yes!… Yes!… Breed me!… Please!… ♥” she screamed, her body begging for it even if her mind was too far gone to form the words.

He could feel his own release approaching, the familiar tightening in his balls, the fire racing up his spine. He wanted to mark her. He wanted to fill her so completely that she would carry his scent, his seed, his claim, for the rest of her life.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise, holding her in place. He pulled her back onto his cock as he slammed forward, one final, brutal, gut-wrenching thrust.

And then he roared.

His cock buried itself to the hilt, the head forcing its way past the tight ring of her cervix, pushing deep into her womb.

Astra’s entire body went rigid, a silent, breathless scream tearing from her lips as a sensation so intense, so profound, it was beyond pleasure or pain, shot through her.

He exploded.

His cock pulsed, a thick, hot, endless torrent of his royal seed flooding her deepest, most sacred place. He came and came, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his roar of triumph echoing through the chamber.

He was marking her from the inside out, claiming her womb as his territory, breeding her full of his essence.

The feeling of being so completely filled, of his hot cum bathing her insides, triggered one final, devastating orgasm in Astra. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping and spasming around his spurting cock, milking him for every last drop.

They collapsed together, Jax’s heavy body pinning hers to the bed, his cock still twitching inside her, a final, possessive pulse. They were both panting, their bodies slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of their sex.

He stayed inside her for a long time, his weight a comforting, possessive blanket. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, his lips soft and reverent.

“Mine,” he whispered, the single word a final, irrefutable declaration.

And Astra, floating in a haze of blissful exhaustion, could only agree. She was his. Completely and Forever.

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