Chapter 201: Sabrina x Jax ( R18 )

Jax’s predatory gaze never left her. He watched her, a beautiful, trembling offering of submission and desire, and the possessive fire in his gut roared to life.

He saw the glistening slickness of her folds, the desperate clenching of her empty hole, and heard the breathless plea in her voice.

He was going to ruin her completely, imprint himself so deeply within her that she would feel his presence for days, corrupt her brain until all she could think about in her free time was being used by Jax.

He moved with a fluid, predatory grace, positioning himself directly behind her. He knelt on the bed, his powerful thighs bracketing hers, his shadow falling over her trembling form. He took his still-hard cock soaked with saliva and cum into his hand, the weight of it heavy and familiar.

He was already recovered from his orgasm, his demonic stamina and the sheer, intoxicating sight of Sabrina ensuring he was more than ready for round two, and round three, and any rounds after that.

There was still a couple hours before he had to meet with Elyndra, so he was going to use all that time to completely dominate Sabrina.

Jax held his cock but didn’t enter the Succubus Saintess as yet, he was going to make her feel every moment of this.

He brought the thick, swollen head of his cock to her entrance and began to stroke it slowly, deliberately, up and down her slick, sensitive folds.

He used his length to tease her, coating himself in her abundant wetness. He dragged his shaft over her clit, the friction making her whole body jolt and a loud, desperate moan escape her lips.

“♥Jax… please…♥” she whimpered, pushing her hips back, trying to impale herself on him.

“Patience, my little whore,” he growled, a dark, teasing note in his voice. He continued his slow, maddening torture, sliding his cock up and down her slit, pressing the head against her entrance but never quite pushing in.

He was watching her, watching her fall apart from just this simple touch, her composure dissolving into a puddle of pure, desperate need.

He could feel her trembling, could see her knuckles turning white where she gripped the sheets. He had her exactly where he wanted her: teetering on the edge of sanity, her entire being focused on the single point of contact between them.

Then, without another word, he stopped teasing.

He lined the head of his massive cock up with her dripping entrance and, with one powerful, brutal thrust of his hips, he slammed inside.

~PAH!~

The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic.

His entire, massive cock spread her open, stretching her tight, succubus pussy to its absolute limits in a single, heart-stopping moment.

He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against her clit.

The thick, blunt head of his cock drove deep, breaching her cervix and poking directly into her womb, a possession so complete and absolute it stole the air from her lungs.

A sound ripped from Sabrina’s throat, a guttural, orgasmic moan that was part pleasure, part pain, and all ecstasy.

It was a deep, primal cry of being utterly and completely filled. Her entire body seized up, her back arching violently as a sudden, overwhelming orgasm crashed through her, triggered by the sheer, forceful intrusion.

Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, a series of intense, rhythmic convulsions milking his thick length as a fresh gush of her juices flooded his cock and balls.

“♥F~UCK!♥” she cried out, her face pressed into the sheets, her muffled scream of pure bliss echoing in the room. “♥YES! YES!♥”

She was tighter than anything he had ever felt, a hot, wet, velvet vice that gripped him like a second skin.

He groaned, his own head falling back at the sheer, exquisite sensation of being buried so deep inside her.

He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her body still in the throes of the orgasm he had just given her with a single thrust.

But he didn’t give her time to recover, he had promised to pound her, and a King always kept his promises.

He immediately began to move, withdrawing almost his entire length before slamming back into her with bone-jarring force.

He set a brutal, punishing rhythm from the very start, his hips moving like a piston, driving his cock into her again and again with raw, unfiltered power.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a loud, rhythmic ~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~ that was punctuated by Sabrina’s increasingly incoherent moans and cries.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled, his voice tight with exertion and lust. He brought his hand down again, spanking her ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin “You wanted your King to fuck you like a whore?”

“♥YES!♥” she screamed, pushing her hips back to meet his brutal thrusts, her body moving in perfect sync with his, “♥FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR WHORE!♥”

He obliged her, his thrusts becoming even harder, even deeper. He was a man possessed, driven by a primal need to claim, to possess, to dominate.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as he pounded into her.

He rained down sharp, stinging spanks on her ass, alternating cheeks, turning her pale flesh into a beautiful, rosy red that glowed in the soft light of the room.

Each spank made her clench around him, each thrust made her cry out his name. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, her mind completely blank, unable to form a single coherent thought.

There was only the feeling of his massive cock splitting her open, the stinging heat of his hand on her ass, and the overwhelming, all-consuming love and lust she felt for the man who was so completely and perfectly ruining her.

He was giving her exactly what she had begged for, and it was more intense, more pleasurable, more real than anything she had ever dared to imagine before he was in her life.

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