The final, powerful spasm of his orgasm subsided, and Jax’s grip on her hair loosened. He slumped back against the Throne, a deep, satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
Natasha, for her part, remained kneeling, her lips still wrapped around his softening cock. She had swallowed every single drop, just as he had demanded, her throat working diligently to ensure not a single drop of his essence was wasted.
When she was certain he was completely spent, she slowly pulled back, her mouth leaving him with a soft, wet pop.
She looked up at him, her lips swollen and glistening, a triumphant, lustful glint in her eyes. A thin trickle of his cum escaped the corner of her mouth, and she dutifully caught it with her finger, bringing it to her own lips and sucking it clean without ever breaking eye contact.
Jax watched her, his golden eyes glowing with a renewed fire. He was sated, but not satisfied. Not nearly. The sight of her, the proud Hero on her knees, his mark on her neck, his taste on her lips, was a potent aphrodisiac.
He could feel his cock, already beginning to stir with renewed interest at the sight of her utter submission.
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice a low, authoritative rumble.
Natasha rose gracefully to her feet, her body still humming with post-orgasmic bliss and a fresh, powerful wave of anticipation. She stood before him on the dais, awaiting her next order.
"Now," Jax continued, his gaze sweeping over her clothed form with a predatory intensity. "Take those off. I want to see all of you. Now."
There was no hesitation in her movents. This was the next phase of her reward, and she would embrace it with the sa fervor she had shown the first. Her fingers went to the simple tunic she wore, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion.
It fell to the floor, forgotten. Next ca her trousers, which she shimmied out of, kicking them aside. Soon, she stood before him, completely and utterly naked.
The dim, magical light of the throne room caressed her skin, highlighting the lean, powerful musculature of a warrior. Her body was a canvas of old, faded scars, each one a testant to battles fought and survived.
Her breasts were high and firm, with rosy nipples that were already hardened into tight peaks from a combination of the cool air and her own rampant arousal.
Her stomach was flat and toned, tapering down to the neat, trimd patch of hair between her legs, which glistened with the evidence of her own desperate need. She was a magnificent creature, a perfect blend of strength and femininity, and she was all his.
Jax’s gaze was appreciative, possessive. "Co here," he ordered, patting his thigh.
Natasha moved forward, her steps sure. She understood his intention instantly. She straddled his lap, her knees sinking into the plush velvet of the Throne’s seat on either side of his powerful thighs.
His cock, now fully erect once more, stood proudly between them, pressing against the soft skin of her stomach. She braced her hands on his broad shoulders, her body hovering just above him, her core so close to his own that she could feel the heat radiating from him.
"Take what you want, Hero," Jax growled, his hands coming to rest on her hips, his grip firm and commanding. "Show how badly you need it."
With a soft, needy whimper, Natasha lowered herself onto him. She was soaking wet, more than ready, and he slid into her with one long, smooth, effortless stroke.
They both groaned in unison as he filled her completely, his thick cock stretching her inner walls in the most exquisite way. She paused for a mont, savoring the feeling of being so utterly full, so intimately connected to him, seated on his throne, the heart of his kingdom.
Then, she began to move.
She started with a slow, sensual roll of her hips, grinding herself against him, her clit rubbing against the base of his shaft with every pass. The sensation was imdiate and intense.
She threw her head back, a long, drawn-out moan of pure pleasure escaping her lips. Jax watched her, his eyes burning, as she used his body for her own pleasure, her movents becoming more confident, more demanding.
She placed her hands flat on his chest for leverage and began to lift herself up and down, sliding her slick, tight pussy along the length of his cock.
Her pace was steady at first, a rhythmic, hypnotic bounce that quickly stole the air from Jax’s lungs.
The sight of her, this powerful, beautiful woman riding him on his throne, her breasts bouncing with every movent, her face a mask of ecstasy, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.
But he held back, wanting to draw this out, wanting to push her to the very brink of insanity.
He leaned forward, his mouth finding one of her hardened nipples. He sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he gently bit down.
Natasha cried out, her movents faltering for a second as a jolt of pure, electric pleasure shot through her.
He did the sa to the other breast, lavishing it with the sa attention, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving faint, possessive marks.
His hands road across her back, down to the perfect, firm globes of her ass. He gripped them tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movents, helping her to ride him faster, harder. And then, he did what he knew she craved.
He raised one hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap on her ass.
~PAH!~
The sound echoed through the silent hall. Natasha’s response was instantaneous and explosive. She scread, a high-pitched, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around his cock like a vise. The sharp, sweet pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.
"♥Again!♥" she sobbed, her voice ragged with need. "♥Please, Jax, again!♥"
He obliged, his hand raining down on her ass in a steady, rhythmic cadence, each slap perfectly tid with her downward thrusts.
~PAH!~PAH!~PAH!~
He turned her pale skin a beautiful, rosy red, the stinging heat a delicious counterpoint to the fire building in her core.
She was lost now, a mindless, sobbing, writhing creature of pure lust. She rode him with a frantic, desperate energy, her body slapping against his, the sounds of their flesh eting mingling with her cries and his guttural groans.
The pleasure was too much, a brutal, overwhelming storm that was tearing her apart from the inside out.
"♥I’m... I’m going to cum!♥" she scread, her voice breaking. "♥Jax, please! Cum with ! Cum in my pussy! Please!♥"
Her desperate, begging plea was all it took. With a loud, possessive roar, Jax thrust up into her one last ti, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock throbbed violently, and he ca, his hot, thick seed erupting from him and flooding her womb, filling her completely.
The feeling of his hot cum pulsing inside her was the final trigger. Her orgasm hit her with the force of a supernova, a violent, explosive release that ripped through her entire body.
She scread his na, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of brutal, overwhelming pleasure washed over her.
Her vision went white, her mind went blank, and for a long, blissful mont, there was nothing in the universe but the feeling of him cumming inside her and the all-consuming ecstasy of her own release.
Finally, spent and utterly exhausted, she collapsed against him, her body limp and trembling. Jax wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, his own body spent. He could feel her heart hamring against his chest, her ragged breathing hot against his skin.
He gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair, a feeling of profound contentnt settling over him.
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