Chapter 365: Sight ( R18 )

Then, after sliding all the way down, Ashanti began to move.

It started as a slow, sensual undulation of her hips, a gentle rocking that was designed to feel every inch of him inside her.

Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back, a look of intense concentration on her face as she reacquainted herself with the feeling of being so completely, deliciously full.

Her dark wings, spread wide behind her, gave her the look of a mythical creature, a goddess of the night mastering her consort.

Jax lay beneath her, his hands resting on her thighs, content to let her set the pace.

He was mesmerized by the sight of her, by the way the candlelight played across her dusky skin, by the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on her face.

He could feel her inner muscles rippling and clenching around him, a silent, intimate conversation that was more potent than any words.

But the slow, gentle rhythm didn’t last. The fire that had been banked in her blood began to roar back to life. Her movements became more deliberate, more powerful.

She rose up, letting his cock slide out of her until only the head remained inside, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt in one swift, fluid motion.

A sharp, cry of pleasure escaped her lips, "? Ah! ?"

Ashanti began to ride him in earnest.

Her hands came up to press flat against his chest, her palms bracing against his hard pectoral muscles.

This gave her the leverage she needed to really move.

She started to bounce, her body rising and falling in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.

Her breasts, full and perfect, jiggled with every downward plunge, a mesmerizing sight that Jax couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

The sound of their bodies meeting was a loud, rhythmic slap that echoed in the quiet room.

~PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!~

Each impact sent a jolt of pleasure through them both, a percussive beat to their symphony of passion.

"? Oh, gods... Jax... you feel so good... so deep inside me... ?" she whined, her voice a high, breathy moan of unrestrained delight.

Her eyes were open now, locked onto his, burning with a feverish intensity.

She was no longer just riding him; she was using him, using his cock to chase her own pleasure, and the sight was the most empowering, arousing thing he had ever seen.

Jax was no longer content to be a passive participant. He was a man driven by instinct, by a primal need to give as good as he was getting.

The Demon King leaned up, his abdominal muscles flexing as he rose from the pillows. His hands left her thighs and went to her breasts, cupping their heavy weight, his thumbs brushing against her hard, pebbled nipples.

Ashanti gasped, her rhythm faltering for a moment as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her, "? Yes... Jax... touch me... ?"

He didn’t need any further encouragement. He leaned in further, capturing one of her dark, erect nipples in his mouth. He wasn’t gentle.

He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it lightly. The taste of her skin was clean and slightly salty, a taste that was uniquely Ashanti.

"? JAX! ?" she cried out, her hands pressing harder against his chest, her nails digging into his skin. Her bouncing became more frantic, more erratic. She was losing control, her body taking over, driven by a desperate need for release.

He switched to her other breast, giving it the same lavish attention. He licked, sucked, and nibbled, worshipping her tits with his mouth as she worshipped his cock with her pussy. It was a perfect, symbiotic rhythm of giving and taking, of pleasure and passion.

He could feel her tightening around him, her inner walls clenching and spasming in a way that he now recognized as the precursor to her orgasm. She was close.

Her moans became louder, more desperate, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her head was thrown back, her raven hair a wild, sweat-dampened curtain around her shoulders.

"? Don’t stop... please don’t stop... ?" she babbled, her hips grinding down against him, trying to take him even deeper. "? I’m so close... I’m going to... I’m going to... ?"

He released her breast, leaning back just enough to look up at her face. "Let go, Ashanti," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Cum for me. Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

His words were the final push she needed. With a final, powerful downward slam, she shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her with the force of a tidal wave. Her entire body went rigid, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her back arched into a perfect, tense bow.

Her wings flared wide, a dramatic, beautiful display of her ecstasy.

Her pussy convulsed around him, a series of powerful, rhythmic clenches that milked his cock, pulling at him, demanding his own release.

Jax roared, his own climax triggered by the violent spasms of her body. He gripped her hips, holding her down against him as he erupted inside her, his hot, thick seed flooding her already-filled womb for the second time that night.

He pulsed, spurt after spurt, marking her, claiming her, completing the circuit of their shared ecstasy.

Ashanti collapsed against him, her body limp and trembling, her face buried in the crook of his neck. They were both slick with sweat, their hearts hammering against their ribs in a frantic, synchronized rhythm.

The golden light of the Pure Cleansing Art, which had been a gentle, warm presence, flared one last time, a soft, contented sigh of a job well done, before receding completely, leaving them in the warm, flickering candlelight.

Jax wrapped his arms around her, holding her trembling body close. He could feel her tears against his skin, but they were tears of release, of overwhelming joy. He stroked her back, his hands tracing the lines of her wings, his own body sated and replete.

For a long time, they just lay there, the only sounds in the room their ragged breathing and the soft crackle of the candles. It was a moment of perfect, peaceful silence, a sacred space they had created together.

Finally, Ashanti stirred, pushing herself up to look at him. Her eyes were soft, luminous in the dim light, a lazy, satisfied smile on her swollen lips.

"I can see," she whispered, as if still marveling at the fact. "I can really see."