The silence that followed their shared apocalypse was profound, a sacred space filled only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the frantic, synchronized beating of their hearts.
Lilith lay collapsed upon Jax's chest, a boneless, sated weight, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure.
She was a ruin, a beautiful, broken thing, and she had never felt more whole.
Jax's huge cock was still inside her, a thick, possessive plug ensuring not a single drop of his latest blessing escaped her womb.
For a long time, they remained locked together, two divine beings tangled in the aftermath of their primal storm.
Jax's hands, which had been instruments of brutal conquest, now stroked her back gently, a possessive, calming gesture.
He could feel his seed still pulsing out into her, filling her womb and leaking out of her pussy down her leg and onto the bed, and that sight made him even happier.
