After that, both of them went to sleep, and the next morning came quickly. The first light of dawn filtered through the enchanted leaves of the treehouse, casting the room in a soft, ethereal green glow.
Jax eventually stirred, feeling a heavy warmth draped over his side, which he knew was Hydra, her scaled form curled against him, her breathing soft and even.
His body ached in the most pleasant of ways, a testament to the previous night's activities. He could still feel the phantom grip of her around him, the memory of her desperate pleas echoing in his mind.
But there was something else he was now feeling, a new, slow sensation pulling him out of his sleepy haze.
The Demon King's eyes eventually fluttered open, and he shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down the length of his body. The sight that greeted him sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his groin.
