Jax walked toward Willow, his steps deliberate and heavy, each footfall sinking slightly into the grass, now soft and damp from the combined juices of dozens of conquered witches and his own cum mixed with it.
The air around him was a miasma of sex, a thick, palpable cloud of sweat, feminine arousal, and the overwhelmingly potent scent of his own cum. He was like a primal god striding through the aftermath of his own creation, a battlefield of pleasure where every soldier lay vanquished and blissful.
Willow watched him approach, her hand never ceasing its slow, deliberate circles over her clit. Her breathing was shallow, her magnificent breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.
She had seen it all. She had felt the collective psychic wave of ecstasy as each of her fellow Witches had been utterly and completely broken and remade by the man now standing before her.
She had felt their minds shatter and their loyalties realign to serve the magnificent creature between Jax's legs, and now, it was her turn.
slow, confident smile graced her lips, a smile of a queen about to meet her king, a goddess about to be defied and defiled in the most divine way and she couldn't wait for it.
Jax reached the table, his golden eyes burning into her. Without a word, he swept the porcelain tea set aside. It clattered onto the marble pathway, the delicate shatter a stark contrast to the raw, organic sounds of the clearing.
He gripped the arms of her chair, his muscles bulging, and Willow didn't resist. She let him pull her to her feet, their bodies colliding. His skin was hot, slick with the sweat and essence of her coven, and the sheer, animalistic reality of it sent a fresh jolt of pure lust through her.
His hand tangled in her long, green hair, gripping the back of her head. He didn't ask as he immediately kissed her, not in a gentle way, in an aggressive, dominant manner, claiming her as his property.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth, dominating hers and consuming her, while Willow's arms wrapped around Jax's neck, her body pressing against his, feeling the iron-hard length of his cock, slick and still throbbing with the need for her, pressing against her stomach.
She could taste the others on him, and it only fueled her desire.
With a growl, Jax lifted her off of her feet, his powerful arms easily supporting her weight as Willow immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, her dripping pussy pressing against the base of his cock.
He took two steps forward and then dropped to his knees, laying her back onto the soft, damp grass. The cool ground was a shock against her fevered skin. He loomed over her, his massive frame blocking out the twinkling stars, his golden eyes the only sun in her twilight world.
He positioned himself, the swollen, purple head of his enormous cock nudging against her entrance.
She was the First Witch, the most powerful of them all, and her body was a reflection of that. Her pussy was drenched, her lips swollen and dark with arousal, but he could feel the concentrated power, the millennia of contained magic, that made her tightness feel different, more significant.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Willow's green eyes, hazy with lust, locked onto his. She held her breath and then, Jax drove his cock into her, absolutely shattering her world.
"AHHHHH~FUCCCCCKKKKKKK!"
Willow screamed as she felt that huge cock slam into her, her back arching into a perfect curve, her mouth as wide open as possible as her body was seized with pleasure.
The sensation was beyond anything she had ever imagined, beyond anything she had felt vicariously through her coven. His cock was a pillar of divine fire, splitting her open, rearranging her insides to fit his monumental shape.
The sheer, overwhelming fullness was an agony so exquisite it transcended into pure, unadulterated bliss. Her magic, the very essence of her being, roared to life inside her, not in a controlled spell, but in a chaotic, ecstatic storm.
The ground around them glowed with a soft green light as the grass beneath them grew at an accelerated rate, flowers blooming and dying in seconds, before reverting to their original forms, all reacting to the raw, untamed power of her orgasm.
Jax didn't let her recover as he immediately began to move, deep long strokes slamming into Willow. He pulled out until just the tip remained inside, pausing to let her feel the emptiness, the loss, before slamming back into her cervix, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
Each thrust was a fresh wave of soul-searing pleasure, each withdrawal a moment of desperate craving.
"YES! MY KING! YES!" she finally found her voice, her cries high and keening. "FUCK ME! BREAK ME! MAKE ME YOURS!"
Her words seemed to fuel his primal nature. He hooked his arms under her knees, pushing her legs back until they were pressed against her shoulders, folding her in half. This new angle allowed him to go even deeper, to batter against the very entrance to her womb.
The change in angle made her eyes roll back into her head, her body convulsing as she squirted a massive gush of fluid, soaking his abs and the ground beneath them.
He fucked her like that for what felt like an eternity, a relentless, pistoning assault that reduced the First Witch, the Witch of the Stars, to a drooling, babbling, orgasming mess.
Her mind, once a vast library of spells and ancient knowledge, was now a blank canvas, being painted over and over with the single, burning image of his cock claiming her.
But he was far from done. He pulled out suddenly, leaving her gaping and empty, her pussy clenching around nothing. He flipped her over with ease, pulling her hips up until she was on her hands and knees.
He mounted her from behind, his powerful body covering hers, his chest against her back. He slammed back into her, his cock hitting a new, devastating spot inside her.
"AAAAHHHH!" she screamed, her face burying into the grass as she came again, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he used her as his personal fucktoy, his thrusts so powerful they pushed her across the ground.
He reached forward, grabbing a handful of her green hair and pulling her head back, arching her spine as he continued his relentless pounding.
He wanted to possess every part of her. He pulled out, his cock leaving her pussy with a loud, wet slurp. A whimper of loss escaped her lips, but it was quickly replaced by a gasp of shock and dark intrigue as she felt the slick, massive head press against her tight, untouched asshole.
"Jax..." she breathed, a note of hesitation in her voice for the first time.
"Every part of you is mine, Willow," he growled in response, his voice leaving no room for argument.
He pushed forward. The pressure was immense, a burning, stretching sensation that was on the knife's edge of pain and pleasure. He was relentless, pushing inch by inch until his swollen head popped past her tight ring, sinking into her hot, forbidden channel.
"OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she chanted, her knuckles white as she gripped the grass. The discomfort was immediately washed away by a new, darker, more intense pleasure as he sank deeper, burying his entire length in her ass.
It was a primal, taboo act of ultimate submission, and it sent her spiraling into an abyss of depraved ecstasy she never knew existed.
He began to fuck her ass, his movements slower at first, letting her adjust to the incredible invasion. But soon, his rhythm picked up, becoming just as hard and fast as it had been in her pussy.
The lewd, slapping sounds filled the air, mingling with her broken cries and his low grunts. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pounded her backdoor.
The dual stimulation was too much. With a final, ear-piercing shriek, Willow's entire body went rigid. Her vision went white. She felt his cock swell inside her ass, and then a hot, thick flood of his seed pulsed deep into her bowels.
The sensation of being so completely claimed, so thoroughly filled in her most forbidden place, was the final blow. Her consciousness fractured, her mind finally giving way to the overwhelming pleasure.
Her arms gave out, and she collapsed face-first into the grass, her ass still held high in the air by his grip on her hips. He gave a few final, deep thrusts, milking every last drop of his cum into her before finally pulling out.
Willow was done. She lay there, a twitching, smiling mess, just like all her sisters. His seed leaked from both her well-fucked pussy and her thoroughly bred ass, a testament to her complete and utter taming.
She was no longer just the First Witch. She was his. His woman, his slut, his queen.
Jax stood over her, his chest heaving, his body glistening. He looked around the clearing at the hundreds of women, all in various states of blissful unconsciousness, all marked by his seed. He had solved their problem.
He had broken their curse. And he had claimed an entire coven for his own. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. The night was still young, and he could sense more Witches who had rushed back, eager to be fucked by the Demon King.