Chapter 8 18+

She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she continued to ride me.

"Come on, darling," she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. "Just one more time. I know you have it in you. Give me everything you've got."

Her words were relentless, her body never slowing or showing any signs of stopping. She seemed determined to wring every last drop of pleasure and life force from me, and she wasn't going to stop until she got it.

I gasped as I came again, the sensation of my life force being pulled down into my groin sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

It was an overwhelming feeling, like every ounce of my energy was being channeled into my groin, keeping me hard and ready for her.

The excess cum poured out of her, covering both of us in a sticky, white mess.

Despite the mess, she continued to ride me, her body glistening with sweat and cum as she took pleasure in my helplessness.

"Yes that's it baby! Keep shooting your loaf. I want it all!"

As my body finally stilled, my last breath leaving my lips, I felt a sense of defeat wash over me.

I'd been completely at her mercy, my body and soul completely under her control.

As my consciousness faded away, I couldn't help but feel a mix of bitterness and longing. I'd wanted nothing more than to teach her a lesson, to show her that I wasn't some helpless plaything for her to use and discard.

But now, as I lay there, spent and drained, it was too late. My last thoughts were filled with regret and unfulfilled desire.

As I felt my consciousness slipping away, my vision began to blur.

The room around me faded into darkness, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

For a moment, there was nothing but blackness. And then...a blinding white light filled my vision.

"Am I…dead?"

I shielded my eyes from the brightness, trying to adjust to the sudden change in light.

As my eyes adjusted, I saw a figure standing before me, surrounded by the light. It was difficult to make out any features, but there was an air of power and authority about them.

I took a step back, instinctively wary of the figure before me.

But as I looked closer, I realized that they were looking at me with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Ah, you're awake," they said, their voice echoing through the void.

I nodded, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Where...where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse from disuse.

The figure chuckled, a low, melodious sound that seemed to reverberate through the air.

"You're in a place between life and death," they replied. "A limbo, if you will."

The figure explained my fate, telling me that I had been revived by him or her to become the demon king.

"You've been given a second chance at life," they said, their voice serious. "But with great power comes great sacrifice. You must use your newfound strength wisely."

I listened intently, absorbing their words.

The idea of being a demon king was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation.

"What do I have to do?" I asked, my voice filled with determination.

The figure smiled, seemingly pleased with my eagerness.

"You will be given power beyond your wildest imagination," they replied. "You will have control over the forces of darkness, the ability to command demons and wield unimaginable magic. But remember, with power comes temptation."

"Why are you, a being of light, giving me demonic powers?"

"I am not just a being of light," the figure replied cryptically. "I am the god of balance. I represent both light and darkness, good and evil. And it is my duty to maintain the balance between them."

"The demons you will command are beings of chaos and destruction," they continued. "They seek to sow discord and spread darkness wherever they go. It is your responsibility to keep them in check, to use their power to keep those pesky adventurers and other worlders in line."

"I have sooo many questions." I said, taking a step forward.

"Yes, yes, all in due time Jack Horner. But now you need to return to the mortal realm and be awoken in your new body." They proclaimed, lifting their hand towards me.

"No wait. Can I smack around that succubus? Why was I chosen? What happens if I fail?"

As the god of balance gave me their blessing, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body.

Suddenly, my vision blurred again and the world around me began to fade.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the warm but wet bed, feeling a strange power coursing through my veins.

As I sat up, I realized that my appearance had changed. I had grown horns and my eyes had turned a deep, blood red.

"Finally, I was wondering when you were going to wake up master." Izzy sighed with relief as she hung herself around me.

That same intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, but I noticed there was a subtlety that wasn't present before. A sweet scent which smelled a little like cotton candy.

She moaned in my ear and kissed my cheek and the memories came flooding back.

This bitch KILLED ME!!!!

I straight up smacked her across the face and made her fly across the room and smash into a nightstand. She laid there in a daze.

"That's for killing me BITCH!"

Thus began my long reign as Demon King.