The command hung in the air, thick and potent, a declaration of intent that was both a promise and a threat, "Get on your back or on your knees, it's time to breed all of you."
For a moment, the only sound was the frantic panting of the witches, their voluptuous breasts heaving up and down as they walked, their bodies still trembling from the explosive release they had just experienced.
The scent of Jax's deeply manly, virile seed was now saturated in the air, and with his Primordial Incubus God Body, his cum was the most powerful aphrodisiac, just the scent alone already shattering any inhibitions they could've had and making them deeply aroused.
Then, a slow, wicked smile spread across the face of the silver-haired witch, the one who had first tasted him. She was still on her knees, her face and chest glistening with his seed.
Without a word, she gracefully lowered herself onto all fours, arching her back in a gesture of pure, unadulterated submission. Her position was an invitation, a clear declaration of her readiness to be claimed.
Her action was the catalyst. A wave of movement rippled through the dozens of women. They scrambled to obey, a beautiful chaos of limbs and eager bodies.
Some, like the silver-haired witch, dropped to their hands and knees, presenting their glistening, swollen sexes to him.
Others lay back on the soft, mossy ground, spreading their legs wide, their hands reaching down to part their slick folds in a desperate invitation. The air filled with their soft whimpers and pleas, a chorus of need that was music to Jax's ears.
"F~uck Me, My King!"
"NO! She's a loser, breed me please my King!"
"Surely it's my turn, I'm the oldest here,"
"Get in line old hag,"
"I look younger than you bitch,"
The women all pleaded their cases, begging for Jax to fuck them first. Meanwhile, the Demon King himself just scanned the scene like a predator surveying its prey.
He stepped forward, his gaze landing on the golden-haired witch who had first guided him from his chair. She was on her back, her amethyst eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation, her large breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath.
She was the first to offer him reverence, so she would be the first to receive his reward. He knelt between her spread thighs, the head of his massive cock nudging against her entrance.
She was soaking wet, her juices coating his tip, but he could feel the incredible tightness of her untried passage. He could feel the tremors running through her body, the sheer, overwhelming reality of the moment.
He didn't give her time to think. With a powerful, deliberate thrust of his hips, he slammed into her.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
A scream, not of pain, but of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, tore from her throat. It was a sound that echoed through the dimension, a sound so filled with pleasure that it seemed to make the stars themselves flicker.
For Jax, the sensation was mind-blowing. Her pussy was a furnace of liquid silk, so incredibly tight it felt like it was trying to milk him with every inch of its length. It clenched around him, a series of rhythmic, involuntary spasms as her body, for the first time in its existence, experienced true, penetrative pleasure.
Her back arched off the ground, her hands fisting the grass as a massive orgasm ripped through her.
"YES! YES! MY KING!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back into her head.
Jax didn't pause to allow her to savor that pleasure however, as he began to move, long, powerful strokes in and out of the Witch, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her depths.
Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her, causing her to cum again and again, her screams dissolving into incoherent babbling.
But it was more than just physical pleasure. As his Primordial Incubus, the very essence of his demonic power, began to mix with her mana, a profound change occurred within her. It was as if a locked door deep within her soul had been blasted open.
Centuries of enforced numbness, of aching loneliness, were washed away in a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. She was experiencing a complete sexual rebirth, her mind now shattering and reshaping itself around the truth that she needed his cock and his seed deep inside her.
After a few more punishing thrusts, he pulled out, his cock slick with her juices. She lay on the ground, a twitching, smiling mess, a thin trickle of his cum already leaking from her thoroughly fucked pussy, her eyes glassy and lost in a new world of sensation.
His gaze immediately found the next one. The voluptuous redhead, her massive breasts still shiny with his seed, was on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass invitingly.
Jax moved behind her, gripping her wide hips. He lined up his throbbing cock with her dripping entrance and drove into her in one smooth, powerful motion.
"FUCK! IT'S SO BIG!" she howled, her voice muffled as she buried her face in her arms. Her pussy was just as tight, just as greedy, clutching at him like a second skin.
He established a hard, fast rhythm, his hips slapping against her round ass with a lewd, wet sound that was soon joined by her cries of pleasure. He reached around, his large hands engulfing her swinging breasts, his fingers pinching her hard nipples as he pounded into her from behind.
He moved from witch to witch, a tireless engine of primal lust. He took a tall, slender Elf missionary, her long legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her, her face a mask of sublime ecstasy as she whispered his name over and over.
He took a Beastkin with soft, tiger-like stripes from behind, her claws digging into the ground as she pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with a desperate hunger of her own.
He took a curvy witch with skin like dark chocolate, laying her on her side and lifting one leg over his shoulder as he pistoned into her, his angle allowing him to hit even deeper, causing her to squirt violently with every other thrust.
The scene became a blur of flesh and ecstasy. The air grew thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and cum. The ground became littered with the satiated, passed-out bodies of the women he had already claimed.
They lay in heaps, their bodies twitching, their pussies leaking a steady stream of his seed, their faces frozen in expressions of blissful oblivion. They were broken, but in the most beautiful way possible. They were remade to be his sluts.
However, all of them had his seed leaking from their pussies like a waterfall. Currently, Jax was banging a slim thick Witch from behind, his huge cock slamming into her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"F~uckk YESS, THERE, RIGHT THERE, FUCK!" The woman moaned as her pussy was rearranged by Jax's huge cock, feeling the walls or her vagina pushes aside over and over as she perpetually gushed out her juices.
Finally, Jax's huge cock pressed into her womb and came, a hot flood of his virile seed pulsing inside her, causing the Witch to screech and thrash about wildly.
The cum sloshed around in her womb, thick and hot, stimulating her massively and causing her to twitch constantly like all of the other women Jax had fucked.
After that, Jax saw the raven-haired witch, the one with the constellation of freckles, watching him with wide, hungry eyes. He had taken her from behind, but now he wanted something different. He pulled out of the witch he just finished fucking and strode over to the raven-haired beauty.
He grabbed her, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and he impaled her on his cock right there, standing up. She cried out, burying her face in his neck as he bounced her up and down on his shaft, his strength allowing him to use her body like a personal fucktoy.
His eyes then fell upon the silver-haired witch, the first to taste him. She was on her back, watching him, her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit as she waited for her turn to come around once again.
He saw the look in her eyes, a look of complete and utter devotion. He walked over to her, his cock glistening with the juices of a dozen other women. He knelt, but instead of aiming for her pussy, he pressed the slick, swollen head of his cock against her tight, puckered asshole.
Her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. She had never even conceived of such an act. He pushed forward slowly, insistently, his massive head stretching her virgin ring.
The initial discomfort was quickly overwhelmed by a new, darker, more intense pleasure as he sank into her tight, hot channel. "Oh... oh gods... yes..." she whimpered, her body shaking as he began to fuck her ass, the taboo nature of the act sending her spiraling into an even deeper abyss of pleasure.
He took them anally, too. Those who were bold enough, or those he chose, experienced the ultimate violation, the ultimate surrender. He stretched their asses, filled them with his cock, and pumped them full of his seed, marking them as his in the most primal way possible.
The pleasure was just as intense, just as reality-shattering, and it broke them all over again, forging their devotion in a new, darker fire.
Soon, he was completely alone in the center, hundreds of women on the floor, fucked and bred all around him, and he turned to Willow, who was watching all of this, her legs were spread wide, one draped over the arm of the chair, her fingers slowly stroking her own glistening pussy.
Her green eyes were blazing, fixed on him with an intensity that could burn through steel. She had watched him breed dozens of her fellow Witches, watched him break them with pleasure and remake them in his image. She had seen the truth. He was the one.
Jax pulled out of the witch he was fucking, her body slumping to the ground. He stood, his chest heaving, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and juices. His cock was still rock hard, a monument to his demonic endurance.
He walked toward Willow, his steps deliberate, his golden eyes locked with hers.