The first light of dawn was a timid intruder, filtering through the heavy drapes of the chamber and casting long, soft shadows across the scene of decadent destruction.
Jax stirred from a sleep deeper than any mortal could achieve, a slumber born of absolute satiation and conquest.
Jax's consciousness rose from the depths slowly, like a leviathan surfacing from the abyssal plain, and the first thing he registered was not the light, but a sensation.
A wet, warm, and utterly exquisite sensation.
It was a feeling of being enveloped, of a soft, velvety tunnel sliding up and down his cock, a slow, rhythmic pressure that was coaxing him from his slumber with a promise of profound pleasure.
His cock, even in his semi-conscious state, responded with a will of its own, thickening and hardening within that delicious warmth. A low, involuntary groan rumbled in his chest.
