Chapter 44: Jax and Hydra ( R18 )

The silence in the treehouse was heavy, filled only by the sound of their breathing and the faint, rhythmic pulsing of the enchantments woven into the walls.

Hydra stood with her back pressed gently against the smooth, living wood, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

Jax’s presence was a gravitational pull, overwhelming and absolute, and the weight of her own desire, crystallized over centuries of isolation and longing, was suddenly terrifyingly real.

She hadn’t felt this way before, but now finally, being alone with him in such a perfect environment, it sent her into overdrive, the years of being alone, the lack of pleasure for so long, her crush on him, all of it overwhelmed her.

“Jax,” she whispered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, “Please my King! I want this. I want you. As a reward… for saving me, for allowing me to be here with you,”

Jax stepped closer, the distance between them vanishing until his heat seeped into her skin. His eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her knees weak.

He raised a hand, his fingers grazing her cheek, tucking a strand of emerald hair behind her ear. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pure mana through her nervous system.

“There is no debt between us, Hydra,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest, “But I accept your gift. And I will take care of you.”

He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. It wasn’t the tentative press from before; this was a claiming. His mouth moved against hers with a mastery that stole the air from her lungs, his tongue sweeping in to taste her, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate pressure.

Hydra moaned into his mouth, her body arching instinctively against him. Her hands, trembling slightly, found their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his clothing.

As the kiss deepened, the dormant magic within her surged. Her emotions were a roiling storm of affection, lust, and gratitude, and with them came the poison.

A thick, cloying scent of crushed venom and ozone filled the air, her body’s natural response to high stimulation. To anyone else, the air would have been lethal, a toxic cloud melting flesh and seizing lungs.

But Jax didn’t flinch. He simply inhaled, his power flaring subtly around them. A translucent, dark violet barrier snapped into existence, encapsulating them in a private sphere. He neutralized the toxins instantly, converting her deadly output into harmless sparks of mana that drifted around them like fireflies.

“Let it out,” he commanded softly against her lips, “Don’t hold back. I can handle you babygirl,”

The permission broke something inside her. Hydra gasped, breaking the kiss as her head fell back, exposing the slender column of her throat. Jax didn’t hesitate; his lips traced the line of her jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive skin of her neck.

He found the pulse point there and sucked hard, drawing a ragged cry from her.

“♥ Ah … hah …. hnn …. nhh … a, ah …♥” Hydra moaned and whimpered from the pleasure Jax was imposing onto her.

His hands moved to the fastenings of her top. With a casual flex of his strength, he rended the fabric aside, the material tearing away to reveal her to the warm, dim light of the room.

Hydra shivered, the cool air kissing her heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jax’s gaze.

Her bra dug into her breasts, allowing Jax’s eyes access to both the underside and the side, and he swiftly removed them, allowing him to see her in fully glory.

Her breasts were heavy, voluptuous mounds that seemed far too large for her sexy frame, pale and glowing faintly with the inner light of her dragon nature.

They had been constrained by a tight undergarment that was clearly struggling to contain them, and now that it was gone, they spilled free, bouncing slightly with her ragged breaths.

Her nipples were a deep, verdant green, hardening rapidly in the open air, standing out prominently against the pale flesh.

“♥ F~uckk, right there, My King ♥,” Hydra squeaked out through whimpers, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“Call me Jax when I’m here with you, my beautiful dragoness,” Jax said, dipping his head to take a nipple into his mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming. His tongue was rough and hot, swirling around the sensitive bud before he bit down gently, sending sharp shocks of pleasure-pain straight to her core.

Hydra’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as if he were her only lifeline, ” ♥ Jax… please…♥”

Her arousal was spiking dangerously high. As her breathing turned into pants, the physical manifestations of her heritage began to emerge.

Small, emerald scales, hard and glistening like polished jade, rippled across her shoulders and down the sides of her neck. They matched the ones forming on her forearms, shimmering under the ambient light.

Jax released her breast with a wet pop, admiring the sight of her, flushed, scaled, and trembling.

He reached for her waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her pants. He dragged them down, along with her undergarments, in one smooth, deliberate motion. Hydra stepped out of them, kicking them aside clumsily.

Now she stood bare before the Demon King. Her hips were wide, flaring out into a distinctly fertile, child-bearing curve that framed her core perfectly.

Her legs were long and shapely, trembling visibly. But it was the center of her that drew his eye, the soft, verdant curls of her pubic hair were matted and dark with slick, her arousal evident even without touch.

Her pussy was soaking wet, the fluids dripping down her inner thighs in a steady, viscous stream.

It wasn’t just normal lubrication; mixed with it was the faint, greenish tint of her concentrated toxins, her body preparing itself in the only way it knew how. The scent of her musk, sweet, earthy, and deeply poisonous, permeated the air, but Jax’s wasn’t affected.

If anything, it made him want her more.

“Look at you,” Jax growled, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her glistening sex. “So ready.”

He placed a hand on her hip, guiding her backward until her legs hit the edge of the wide sleeping platform. He urged her down, and Hydra sat, then lay back, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Jax knelt between her parted legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs wider apart. He leaned in, inhaling her scent deeply, unconcerned by the lethal nature of it. He looked up at her, his eyes locking onto hers.

“Relax,” he ordered, though his tone was laced with dark promise, “I’m going to taste all of you.”

He lowered his head. Hydra cried out as she felt his hot breath ghost over her sensitive folds. Then, his tongue was on her, lapping a long, slow stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit.

He groaned at the taste, sweet nectar laced with fire. He did it again, and again, his tongue delving deeper to fuck into her entrance, collecting her slick before moving up to circle her aching bud.

“♥ Nnh …. nh …. mh ….. ah …. nnh …F~uck Jax! ♥” Hydra moaned out, body trembling as her back arched off the bed, hands flying to Jax’s head.

Meanwhile, Hydra hadn’t realized her own horns had manifested. Two long, curved horns, shimmering like dark emerald crystal, now erupted from her hairline, framing her face in a draconic crown. Her eyes had shifted, too, the pupils slitted and glowing with a predatory, neon-green light.

“Oh gods, Jax!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the sound-proofed room. The pleasure was intense, white-hot and coiling tight in her belly. Every drag of his tongue felt like he was lighting a fire under her skin.

The toxins were pouring off her skin now, a visible green mist rising from her body, but the Demon King just drank her down like fine wine, his power swallows the poison as fast as she could produce it.

He pushed her higher, his lips sealing around her clit and sucking hard, flicking the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue in rapid, merciless succession.

Hydra’s thighs quivered, clamping around his head, but he forced them open with a grip of iron on her soft flesh, holding her vulnerable and exposed for him.

The pressure built to a breaking point. Her vision blurred, the world narrowing down to the sensation of his mouth on her most intimate place.

With a hoarse shout, she came. Her body seized up, hips jerking wildly against his face as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, gushing a fresh wave of fluids, thick and potent, coating his chin and lips.

Jax rode her through it, his tongue lapping up everything she gave him, prolonging the ecstasy until she collapsed back onto the silken sheets, gasping for air, her chest heaving.

As she lay there, twitching with the aftershocks, Jax rose up over her. His lips and chin were slick with her essence, glistening in the dim light. He looked feral, powerful, and entirely in control. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Just the beginning, Hydra,” he said, his voice deep and rough with lust. “We aren’t done yet.”

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