Lilith was lost in her worship, her world a haze of divine musk and the weight of her king on her tongue. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his formidable size, her nose brushing against the base of his shaft as she swallowed around him, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.
Her own arousal was a dizzying tide, her pussy clenching, slick and empty, aching to be filled. She wanted him inside her, every part of him, but she had a duty to perform, both to herself and to Jax as the one who she has dedicated her body to.
The Demon Goddess of Lust could feel his power thrumming under her hands, a coiled serpent of raw masculinity, his cock twitched in her hand and his tip was becoming soaked in pre-cum.
The Goddess was ignoring her status. All she wanted to do was to please him, to serve him, to show him the depth of her devotion to him and his cock.
