Jax was a maestro, and Orianna’s body was his instrument.

He played her with a devastating, masterful skill, his every movement designed to elicit a symphony of pleasure and he was finding a massive amount of success at the current moment.

The dual assault of his mouth and his hands was a relentless, overwhelming barrage that shattered her defenses and scrambled her senses.

All Orianna could feel was that mind-bending pleasure, the pleasure she’d heard about from the others who’d been sexually involved with Jax, the mind-bending pleasure she was desperate to experience.

His fingers, buried deep inside her, became the focal point of Jax’s pleasure focused attack onto Orianna.

He curled them just so, pressing firmly against that rough, sensitive patch deep within her, a place she knew existed but had never been able to reach herself, but it was a place that would destroy her with the pleasure.

The Demon King began a slow, deliberate stroking motion, a "come here" gesture that sent bolts of pure, white-hot lightning shooting up her spine.

Each stroke was a fresh wave of ecstasy, building upon the last, creating a rising tide of pleasure that was already threatening to drown her, her pussy juices beginning to leak as Jax worked his sexual magic.

"♥Hnng!...OH YES!!.. Ah!♥" The cry was torn from her throat, a raw, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Her hips bucked wildly, a desperate, instinctual movement, trying to increase the pressure, to take his fingers deeper, to grind her clit against his talented tongue.

But Jax was in complete control of the situation. He matched her frantic movements effortlessly, still giving her exactly what she and he wanted as his mouth never leaving her, his fingers never ceasing their relentless stimulation.

He intensified his efforts, his tongue now flicking rapidly back and forth across her clit, a quick, staccato rhythm that was the perfect counterpoint to the slow, deep strokes of his fingers.

The combination was exquisite agony, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, a type of pleasure that warped her mind.

She’d never be able to please herself again, always needed Jax to do it for her, that was the intensity that Jax was putting her under currently with his mouth and fingers.

His other hand was not idle. He continued to toy with her nipple, his fingers pinching, pulling, and twisting the sensitive bud in a rhythm that matched the movements of his mouth. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The dual sensations, the sharp, pleasurable pain in her breast and the overwhelming, building pleasure in her core, were a sensory overload that threatened to short-circuit her brain.

"♥Jax!... Jax!... Don’t stop!... Please don’t stop!♥" she begged, her voice a high, desperate keen.

Her hands, which had been tangled in his hair, now flew to her sides, her fists clenching and unclenching in the sheets, a desperate attempt to ground herself as she was lifted into the stratosphere of pleasure.

He had no intention of stopping. He could feel her inner muscles beginning to clench around his fingers, a tell-tale sign of her impending orgasm.

He doubled his efforts, his tongue now lashing her clit with a renewed, brutal intensity, his fingers pumping into her faster, harder, deeper.

He was pushing her, driving her, forcing her towards the edge, towards the precipice of a pleasure so great it would surely destroy her.

The world began to dissolve for Orianna. The grand chamber, the ornate bed, the very concept of time and space, all of it faded away, replaced by a blinding, all-consuming white light of pure sensation.

There was only Jax’s mouth, Jax’s fingers, Jax’s touch.

There was only the pleasure, a massive, overwhelming tidal wave that was building, building, building, threatening to crash over her and wash her away completely.

"♥I... I’m... I’m gonna...♥" she gasped, her words a choked, fragmented warning. Her body was a bow, drawn taut, every muscle straining, every nerve ending screaming. Her back arched into an impossible angle, lifting her hips off the bed, pressing her core harder against his face.

And then, it happened.

The dam broke.

A silent, guttural scream tore from her throat as her entire body exploded in a cataclysmic orgasm. It was a detonation.

A massive, seismic wave of pleasure ripped through her, starting from her core and radiating outwards in a shockwave that stole her breath and shattered her mind.

Her pussy clamped down around his fingers like a vise, a series of powerful, rhythmic contractions that milked his hand, her body trying to draw him deeper, to keep him inside her forever.

Her entire body went rigid, a full-body convulsion that was so intense it was almost painful. Her toes curled, her legs trembled, and her eyes rolled back in her head, showing only the whites.

Jax didn’t stop.

He rode her through her orgasm, his mouth and his fingers continuing their relentless assault, drawing out her pleasure, prolonging her ecstasy until she was a babbling, mindless, twitching wreck.

He drank down her juices, which flowed from her in a sweet, tangy flood, a tangible proof of her overwhelming release.

Finally, when he felt her body begin to go limp, when the convulsions began to subside, he slowly, gently, eased his assault.

He softened the strokes of his tongue, withdrew his fingers, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her swollen, sensitive folds.

Orianna collapsed back onto the bed, her body a boneless, trembling heap. Her chest heaved, her lungs burning as she tried to draw in a ragged breath.

Her mind was a blank, white canvas, wiped clean by the sheer, overwhelming force of her orgasm. She was utterly spent, a beautiful, shattered ruin, a canvas of blissful exhaustion.

Jax rose up, his face glistening with the tangible proof of her pleasure.

He looked down at her, at the Dragon Queen, a being of immense power and strength, now reduced to a quivering, sated mess by his touch. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He had worshipped her, and now, he was going to claim her.

He was going to fuck her. And he was going to enjoy every single second of it.