Chapter 74: Into Heaven ( R18 )

The three-way kiss was a chaotic, beautiful mess of shared breath and tangled tongues, a physical manifestation of their new, unified dynamic. But Jax, ever the King, was still in control of the rhythm below.

He could feel his orgasm building, a hot, tight coil in his gut, and he knew Hydra was right there with him. Her movements on his cock were becoming more frantic, more desperate, her powerful hips grinding down with an almost frantic need.

He broke the kiss, his lips pulling away from theirs with a wet smack, leaving them both breathless and panting. He looked up at the Dragoness, at the woman who had once been so proud, so reserved, so terrified of her own desires. The change was staggering.

“Look at you,” he grunted, his voice a low, rough growl of approval as he thrust up into her, hard and deep, making her cry out.

“Hydra… my Dragoness Queen.” He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her firm flesh, holding her steady as he pistoned his cock up into her dripping heat. “I told you I would teach you. I told you I would break you.”

A shudder ran through her entire body, a convulsive wave of pleasure at his dominant words. “You have, my King,” she moaned, her head falling back, her emerald hair a wild cascade down her back. “♥Oh gods, you have…♥”

“And to think,” he continued, his voice a husky taunt as he slammed into her again, the sound of their bodies meeting a sharp, percussive beat in the room. “This is only the second time I’ve fucked you. The second time I’ve had this perfect, tight Dragoness pussy wrapped around my cock.”

He watched her face, a mask of ecstasy and disbelief. “And you’ve already learned. You’ve lost all those nerves. You’re not a shy, frightened girl anymore, are you?”

Her eyes, glazed with lust, struggled to focus on his. “No,” she whimpered, her hips bucking against him, trying to take him deeper. “I’m not.”

“You’re not,” he confirmed, his tone a possessive growl. “You’re a slut. My slut. A greedy, hungry Dragoness slut who lives to ride her King’s cock.”

The words were degrading, but to Hydra, they were the highest form of praise. They were a validation of the transformation she had undergone, a testament to the power he held over her.

“♥YES!♥” she screamed, the admission tearing from her throat as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. “♥I’M YOUR SLUT! YOUR DRAGONESS SLUT!♥”

Her inner walls clamped down on him, a series of powerful, rhythmic spasms that milked his cock, trying to pull his seed from him. Her flame aura erupted, a blinding flash of crimson and gold that filled the room with its intense heat.

“That’s right,” Jax roared, his own control finally snapping. Her admission, her unrestrained sluttiness for him, was the last straw. He drove himself into her with one final, brutal thrust, burying his cock as deep as it would go, the head pressing against the very entrance to her womb. “Then take your King’s claim!”

He came with a force that made his vision blur. His cock erupted, a thick, endless torrent of his hot seed flooding her deepest parts. He was breeding her, just as he had bred Serika, but this was different.

This was a conquest. He was claiming the powerful Dragoness, not just with his body, but with his essence, marking her womb, filling her so completely that there would be no doubt who she belonged to.

The feeling of his hot cum pumping directly into her womb sent Hydra into a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She had never felt anything so primal, so possessive, so utterly right.

She screamed his name, a long, guttural cry of surrender and fulfillment, her body convulsing atop him as she was overwhelmed by the sheer force of their shared release. She was no longer just a Dragoness.

She was his. His Queen, his slut, his everything.

Slowly, the tremors subsided. Hydra collapsed against him, her voluptuous body a limp, heavy weight, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her hot breath panting against his skin.

Jax lay beneath her, his chest heaving, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. He could feel his own heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, triumphant beat.

A moment later, a soft, warm presence pressed against his other side. Serika, having watched them with wide, adoring eyes, had slid over and curled up next to him. She didn’t speak, but she didn’t have to.

She gently rested her head on his shoulder, her hand finding his and lacing their fingers together. She was a comforting, steady presence, a gentle anchor in the storm of passion he had just shared with Hydra.

They lay there in a comfortable, sated silence, the only sounds their slowing breaths and the faint crackle of Hydra’s dying aura. The room was a wreck, a testament to their raw, unbridled lust, but none of them cared. They were in their own world, a small, perfect kingdom built of sweat, seed, and shared pleasure.

Jax looked down at the two women in his arms. Hydra, the powerful, passionate Dragoness, now purring contentedly against his chest, her usual emotions replaced by a soft, possessive affection.

And Serika, the gentle, devoted Foxkin, her amber eyes shining with a love so pure and unwavering it was almost painful to behold. They were his. His Queens. His lovers. His everything.

He tightened his arms around them, pulling them closer. He pressed a soft kiss to Hydra’s forehead, then turned his head and pressed another to Serika’s silvery hair.

“I love you,” he said, his voice quiet but clear, carrying a weight and sincerity that none of them had ever heard from him before.

Both women stiffened slightly, a collective intake of breath. Then, Hydra lifted her head, her green eyes, no longer burning with lust but shining with a soft, vulnerable light, met his. Serika looked up at him, her own eyes welling with tears of pure, unadulterated joy.

They simply snuggled closer, their bodies pressing against his, their hands finding his, holding on tight.

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