The air in the chamber was thick and heavy, saturated with the musky scent of sex and the sweet, lingering perfume of their combined releases. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, a trio of exhausted, satisfied sighs that filled the opulent room.
Jax lay in the center of the bed, a king in his element, with his two queens draped over him like living, breathing jewelry. Serika was a warm, purring weight against his right side, her slender body curled into his, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder.
Hydra, a contrast in cool confidence, was on his left, lying on her side, her head propped up on her hand, her green eyes watching him with a lazy, predatory gleam.
For a long moment, they simply existed in the aftermath, a tangled mess of limbs and satiated lust. But Jax was a Demon King. His stamina was legendary, and his appetite was insatiable. The pleasure they had just shared was just a prelude.
