Chapter 164: Creampie Sabrina ( R18 )

The plea hung in the air, a raw, desperate prayer that seemed to ignite the very oxygen in the room.

Sabrina’s eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of terror and absolute ecstasy, her body trembling beneath him like a leaf in a hurricane. She was his. She had given him everything—her pleasure, her submission, her soul—and now she was begging for his mark.

Jax didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The Demon King understood the language of possession, and he was fluent.

A low, guttural growl tore from his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated dominance. His eyes flashed with a malevolent, predatory light. He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of her with a wet, obscene *pop*, the friction sending a fresh wave of shivers through both of them.

“You got it, little succubus,” he growled, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated against her skin, ready to give her exactly what she wanted, “You want to be bred? I’ll breed you. I’ll fill you so full you’ll taste me for a week.♥”

With a roar that shook the very bed frame, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one single, brutal motion.

The impact was cataclysmic. His pelvis crushed against her ass, his cock spearing her open, filling her completely. It was the final thrust, the ultimate claim, and it was timed to perfection with the explosion of his control.

“♥GAAAAHH!♥” Sabrina screamed, her voice cracking as the sheer force of his entry drove the air from her lungs. Her body seized, her muscles locking up tight around him, a vice of pure pleasure that sucked him in deeper, pulling him into the very center of her being.

And then, he released.

Jax felt the pressure building in his loins, a tidal wave of energy that had been gathering for eons. As he ground his hips against her, driving his cock into the soft, vulnerable opening of her womb, the dam broke.

He roared again, a sound of triumph and release, as he began to pump.

It wasn’t a slow, gentle trickle. It was a deluge. A flood of hot, heavy, viscous seed erupted from him, exploding against the walls of her pussy. He pumped and pumped, emptying himself into her, filling her up until she was overflowing.

The sensation was blinding. Sabrina felt as though she was being filled with liquid fire. The heat of his cum was scorching, searing her insides, marking her from the inside out.

It coated her walls, coating her cervix, flooding her womb with a thick, heavy tide that threatened to drown her. It felt like a physical weight, a tangible proof of his possession, a physical manifestation of his claim.

“♥Jax!♥” she sobbed, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face. “♥It’s so much!♥ It’s so hot!♥”

He didn’t stop until the last drop was spent, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his climax. His cock throbbed inside her, pulsing with the last few spurts of his seed, adding to the growing pool of warmth deep inside her.

Slowly, the frenetic pace slowed. Jax’s arms trembled, his strength finally giving out. He collapsed forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his chest pressing against her back. He was a heavy blanket of heat and masculinity, pinning her to the bed, sealing her fate.

He remained buried deep inside her, keeping the connection alive, keeping his seed inside her where it belonged.

“♥That’s it…♥” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy. “♥Take it. Keep it all.♥”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her on the neck and ear.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, his hand slowly moving around her skin and caressing her.

Jax’s body was a warm, heavy weight that anchored her to the bed. He was still inside her, his cock a thick, throbbing presence that pulsed with the last few spurts of his seed, a constant reminder of his claim.

She could feel his heart beating against her back, a steady, powerful rhythm that matched the frantic, fluttering pulse of her own heart.

His breath was warm against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin in a soft, tender caress that was a stark contrast to the brutal, primal passion that had just consumed them.

She was a mess. A beautiful, broken, blissful mess. Her body was a canvas of sweat and sex, her hair a wild, tangled mess, her skin flushed a deep, rose-petal pink. But she had never felt more alive, more complete, more… his.

He slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of her, the loss of his presence a sudden, aching void that made her whimper in protest. A thick, warm trickle of his seed leaked from her, a sticky, intimate reminder of their union, a physical proof of his possession.

He rolled her over, his movements surprisingly gentle, and positioned her on her back. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and possessive, a look of raw, unadulterated hunger that made her stomach flip. He was a god, and she was his most devout worshipper.

He leaned down, his face hovering over hers, his breath warm against her lips.

He captured her mouth in a slow, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the brutal, primal passion that had just consumed them. It was a kiss of ownership, of possession, of a promise that this was only the beginning.

He pulled back, his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes burning into hers.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body, that masculine voice such a charm for her, “You’re mine now,”

Sabrina looked up at him, her eyes shining with an adoration so pure it was almost painful. She was his. She was his to use, his to please, his to breed.

Sabrina could confidently say that she had never been happier than she was now, in the arms of the made who gave her such a primal desire, the King who had given her people a better future.

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