Chapter 182: First Time

Nerith stood before him. Completely naked.

Well, almost. Her panties still clung to her hips—the last fortress of her modesty.

One hand covered her nipples while the other shielded the thin fabric protecting her pussy from Jax’s hungry eyes.

Her face was the color of ripe tomatoes. Jax couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing.

"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!"

Nerith’s blush intensified. "That’s UNFAIR!" She charged at him, pressing her nearly naked body against his still-clothed form. "Remove yours too!" Her pout was devastating and it only made Jax laugh harder. His bladder was in genuine danger.

"Okay, okay—" he wheezed, "—you horny demon."

Her eye twitched dangerously. "If you say that ONE more time—"

She lowered her head and drove her horns directly into his chest.

"OUCH!" Jax screamed as genuine pain exploded through his torso. "That HURTS! For REAL!" He stumbled backward, clutching where two horn-shaped indentations now throbbed with agony.

But Nerith’s anger vanished instantly. She lifted his shirt and froze. His body was a canvas of violence—purple bruises layered over angry red welts, swollen patches of flesh that looked agonizing to even look at.

Her voice broke. "You’re... you’re badly hurt."

Jax shrugged dismissively. "What did you expect? That those kicks and punches would leave love bites?"

"Didn’t the healers heal you?!" Panic crept into her voice as she traced the bruises with trembling fingers.

Jax hissed as he adjusted his position. "Yeah, your healers tried. But their magic felt like they were rubbing salt directly into my wounds."

"Why would they do that?!"

Jax stared at her with disbelief. "Dummy. Don’t be stupid. Do you think DEMON magic works properly on a HUMAN body?"

Realization dawned on her face, then shifted to indignation. "Stop mocking me over and over!" But her eyes returned to his wounds and her expression softened. "We shouldn’t continue. It will hurt you too much—"

Before she could finish, Jax stood up. Removed his shirt. Then his pajamas. Then, in one swift motion, his underwear—all tossed aside like they’d personally offended him.

"For THIS mission," he declared, standing completely bare with his cock already hardening, "my body would rise from the GRAVE to complete it."

Nerith stared. "Creep." Then her eyes dropped to his manhood and she immediately spun around, her wings fluttering nervously.

’That’s... that’s what a cock looks like?!’ Her mind was racing. ’It’s so... long. And thick... and...’

She glanced down at herself, at the thin fabric still covering her. She stretched the panties slightly to peek at her own pussy and thought it should fit... right? The question was... would it hurt? Then she remembered his words—’I don’t do gentle.’

’I’m going to die tonight.’

She was so lost in her spiraling panic that she didn’t notice Jax approaching until his chest pressed against her wings.

And something ELSE pressed against her lower back, right below where her wings connected. Hard. Warm. Pulsing. His cock was nestled against her, throbbing with need.

She trembled and spun around, seeing exactly what had been touching her. "DON’T touch me with that DISGUSTING thing!"

Jax’s expression went dangerously flat. "Disgusting? You call my cock DISGUSTING?" His voice was ice. He crossed his arms. "Setting aside the fact that half of humanity would KILL to experience what you’re calling disgusting—let’s focus on the night ahead. How exactly will you take it in your MOUTH if you feel that way?"

Nerith’s brain exploded. "M-MOUTH?!" She stumbled backward. "No WAY am I putting that thing in my mouth!"

Jax shrugged casually. "Fine then." He turned, bent down, and started collecting his discarded clothes. "Looks like you don’t need me OR my cock. I should just leave—"

"WAIT!" She grabbed his arm. Jax paused, hiding his victorious grin. ’Too easy.’

"I was just... not ready so suddenly." Her voice was small and defeated. "I’ll... I’ll do as you say."

Jax spun around so fast she almost toppled over. His hands gripped her shoulders and his cock bounced with the sudden movement. "REALLY?!" His eyes sparkled like a child promised unlimited sweets.

Nerith sighed from the depths of her soul. "How can you be so DUMB?"

Jax tilted his head innocently. "Ask my opponents. They’d say otherwise."

"That’s EXACTLY what I mean!" She threw her hands up. "How can you be so twisted sometimes? So SCARY that even enemies forgot about fighting because they were terrified? Even I was scared of you!" Her voice softened as she looked away. "And sometimes you can be this... umm... cute."

Jax’s hand slipped downward, found the fabric of her soaked panties, and began rubbing the wet spot over her pussy. "The cute side is reserved for special people only." His fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles against her sensitive folds through the thin barrier. "Everyone else gets to discover whether I want to kill them or just break their bones."

She wanted to scold him for such evil words but his hand was making thought impossible. Pleasure built in waves she’d never experienced as his fingers pressed and circled her clit through the drenched fabric.

"Mmmhn—!"

[DP +2]

Jax withdrew his hand. His fingers glistened with her arousal, strings of her juices connecting them. "See?" He showed her the evidence. "You really ARE a horny one." The panties were completely soaked through, the outline of her pussy lips visible through the wet fabric.

Nerith’s face contorted with embarrassment and fury. She lunged and Jax fell backward onto the bed.

She crashed on top of him, her soaked pussy pressed directly against his hard cock with only her ruined panties between them. Her bare tits crushed against his wounded torso as neither moved for a moment.

Then Jax spoke. "Umm... does your husband deserve one last chance?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "All the chances I gave you are OVER." She leaned down. "Now you deserve PUNISHMENT."

Her lips crashed into his. This kiss was different from before—longer, deeper. Her tongue invaded his mouth, exploring every corner, tasting him completely. Their lips pressed and played, neither willing to surrender as she ground her wet heat against his throbbing cock.

When she finally pulled back, she didn’t stop. Her mouth traveled down and found his neck. She sucked the skin between her lips, then bit down HARD.

"Nngh—!" Jax winced as his hand automatically tangled in her white hair. She held on for several long seconds, marking him, before releasing.

She admired her work with satisfaction. "Now it’s done." Her smile was triumphant. "You’re mine FOREVER."

Jax’s eye twitched violently. "Please don’t tell me that’s ANOTHER ritual. Please don’t tell me I can’t marry other women now."

Nerith sat up, straddling him with hands on her waist—the posture of someone about to deliver a lengthy lecture. But Jax flipped them. She yelped as her back hit the mattress.

Suddenly he was above her, pinning her down with his cock hovering near her face. "Now it’s MY turn to claim." He positioned the swollen head at her lips.

She hesitated, then opened her mouth with a nervous but willing smile. He pushed his cock forward into her warm, wet mouth. Deeper. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could barely breathe as he filled her throat.

[DP +3]

She clearly wanted to say something—probably another complaint—but Jax didn’t give her the chance. He knew if he stopped, she’d throw tantrums and waste precious time. So he continued thrusting into her mouth, her lips stretched around his girth. Deeper. Faster.

[DP +2]

Until her face showed she truly couldn’t take anymore. He pulled his cock out and she coughed violently, turning to the side to gasp desperately for air. Then she shot him the most murderous glare in demon history.

"WHAT THE—"

"What?" Jax shrugged with perfect innocence. "You agreed to my terms. And I TOLD you—I don’t do gentle."

She hissed at him. Actually HISSED. Like an angry cat. ’Adorable.’

"I can’t hold back anymore." He repositioned her on her hands and knees, then positioned himself behind her. The view was magnificent—her wings folded against her back, her curves presented perfectly, her soaked panties pulled aside to reveal her glistening pussy.

As he pressed his cock against her entrance, her voice came out broken. "It’s... it’s my first time." She was trembling. "Please don’t go rough. And I don’t know if it will even fit..."

Jax paused. His voice softened just slightly. "Don’t worry." Then immediately ruined it. "And about the fitting—I once heard a demon tale that said a princess’s pussy can adjust perfectly to accommodate her prince’s cock."

Silence. Then—

"I will KILL you."

"Don’t believe me? Let me prove it." He pushed his cock forward slowly. The heat of her virgin pussy engulfed him instantly. The tightness was beyond anything he’d ever experienced—demon genetics, perhaps, or simply her complete purity. Her walls gripped him like a vice as he pushed deeper into her wet folds.

"AHHHN—!"

[DP +4]

"Don’t worry," he murmured against her ear as he bottomed out inside her. "It hurts at first. But by the end, you’ll be begging for more."

She didn’t respond, lost somewhere between agony and ecstasy as his thick cock stretched her virgin pussy.

Jax’s hands searched for something to grip. Found her wings. Grabbed them.

SLAP.

Her hand smacked his wrist away violently. "That’s too SENSITIVE! Don’t hold them like THAT!"

’Noted. Wings are off-limits.’ His eyes scanned for alternatives and found them—her horns. Curved backward, twisted elegantly, almost DESIGNED to be gripped. Like handlebars made specifically for fucking. His hands wrapped around them firmly.

Before she could voice another protest, he thrust HARD.

"AHHHHN—!"

[DP +4]

She screamed as his cock plunged deep into her tight pussy. Jax was lost in her warmth, in the impossible tightness gripping him from every angle, in the pressure surrounding every inch of his throbbing cock.

He moved again, using her horns as leverage to pull her back onto his shaft.

[DP +2]

"Jax—! It’s too—AHHH!"

[DP +3]

Again and again he pounded into her virgin pussy. Her screams filled the chamber as her body trembled beneath him. Her wings fluttered involuntarily with each thrust, and her inner walls clenched around his cock desperately.

Jax was consumed by sensation—by her tight folds milking him, by the warmth enveloping him, by the tightness that seemed designed to drive him insane. His entire length was wrapped in the pressure of her pussy as he claimed her completely.

Then he looked down and paused.

Blood.

On his cock.

Dripping from where they were joined.

Trailing down her pale thighs.

The proof of what he’d just claimed.