Chapter 170: Enjoying Each-Other ( R18 )

The words “Let’s begin” were a catalyst, a match dropped into a pool of volatile oil. The air, already thick with lust, crackled with raw energy.

Jax didn’t wait for them to move; he acted like a ruthless predator seizing the initiative. His hands shot out, gripping the arms of two witches standing nearest to him. He pulled them forward with a firm, irresistible strength.

The first was the silver-haired elder, her rune-braided hair a stark contrast to the pale, flawless skin of her face and shoulders.

The second was the vibrant purple-haired youth, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and exhilaration.

He didn’t give them time to think, only to react. He claimed the silver-haired witch’s lips first, a searing, dominant kiss that was less a request and more a statement of ownership.

She melted against him, her experienced lips parting instantly to welcome his tongue, a soft moan vibrating in her throat.

Before the purple-haired witch could feel neglected, he broke the first kiss and turned his head, capturing her mouth with equal fervor.

Her kiss was different, eager, almost frantic, her hands flying up to tangle in his hair as she poured all her youthful longing into the embrace.

He alternated between them, a slow, sensual dance of lips and tongues, tasting their unique flavors, one like aged wine and starlight, the other like fresh summer berries and wild magic.

As he kissed them, his hands roamed. He cupped the swell of the elder’s breast, his thumb brushing over her already hardened nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp against his lips.

His other hand slid down the purple-haired witch’s back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine before dipping lower to grip the firm, rounded flesh of her ass.

He pulled them both flush against his body, their soft, naked forms pressing against his hard muscle, their hearts beating wildly against his chest.

He broke from the kisses, his lips trailing down. He lowered his head to the elder’s neck, his teeth scraping lightly against her sensitive skin before his tongue soothed the faint mark.

She tilted her head back, giving him complete access, a low, throaty moan escaping her, “♥ Yes… my King… right there… ♥”

Jax sucked hard, leaving a dark, possessive bruise on her skin, a brand of his visit. His hand left her breast, moving down her stomach, his fingers easily finding the slick heat between her thighs.

“♥ Hnng!… Ah!… Ah!… ♥”

Jax plunged two fingers into her without preamble, and her knees buckled, a cry of pleasure tearing from her lips.

He held her up with his arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers pumping into her tight, wet channel, curling to find that special spot that made her see stars.

He turned his attention to the younger witch, his lips finding the pebbled peak of her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before biting down gently.

The dual sensations of his mouth on her breast and his hand kneading her ass were overwhelming.

“♥ Jax!… ♥” she cried out, her body arching, pressing herself deeper into his touch.

And while he was focused on these two, the other Witches were not idle. They were a tide of worship, a living, breathing testament to his power and desirability.

They pressed against him from all sides, a symphony of soft skin and desperate need.

Lips, soft and pliant, rained kisses down the column of his neck, across his broad shoulders, and down the powerful line of his spine.

Hands, dozens of them, caressed every inch of him they could reach, stroking his chest, tracing the ridges of his abdomen, gripping his biceps, and kneading the muscles of his back.

They held him, hugged him, as if trying to absorb his very essence through their skin.

But the most intense attention was reserved for his cock, which stood thick, heavy, and erect, a monument to his virility that they all craved. A group of witches, perhaps six or seven, sank to their knees before him, their faces alight with reverent hunger.

One with jet-black hair and eyes like polished obsidian leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum glistening on the tip. She moaned at the taste, her eyes fluttering shut.

Another witch, a curvy redhead, joined her, her full, plump lips wrapping around the head of his shaft as the black-haired witch began to lick along the thick, throbbing vein on the underside.

A third witch, this one with delicate, fairy-like features, nuzzled her face against his heavy balls, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin before she took one gently into her mouth, suckling softly.

They worked together in a beautiful, erotic harmony. The redhead began to bob her head, taking him deeper into her mouth with each pass, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction.

The black-haired witch continued to lick and kiss his shaft, her tongue tracing patterns against his heated flesh.

The fairy-like witch switched between his balls, her mouth and hands working in tandem to pleasure every inch of him.

Two more witches joined, pressing their soft breasts against his thighs, their hands stroking the base of his cock and the skin of his hips, their fingers interlacing with his.

Jax groaned, the sound deep and guttural, a vibration that seemed to spur them on. He was a man lost in a sea of pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer number of sensations.

The elder witch in his arms was trembling, her pussy clamping down around his fingers as her orgasm approached.

The younger witch was whimpering, her nails digging into his shoulders as he worshipped her breasts. And before him, a living altar of feminine devotion was working to bring him to the peak of ecstasy.

He could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening coil at the base of his spine.

He pumped his fingers faster into the elder witch, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, hard circles.

“♥ Cum for me, ♥” he commanded against the younger witch’s skin.

“♥ JAX! ♥” The elder witch screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. Her pussy gushed around his fingers, her entire body shaking with the force of her release.

At the same time, the redhead deep-throated him, her nose pressing against his pelvis, and the combined sensations were too much.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the living estate, Jax came. The first hot, thick jet of his seed exploded down the redhead’s eager throat.

She swallowed instinctively, but there was too much. His cock pulsed again and again, a seemingly endless flood of virile cum that filled her mouth and spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto the breasts of the witches kneeling beside her.

They moaned, leaning in to catch the stray drops on their tongues, their faces alight with ecstatic triumph.

He held them all, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his mind a blissful white haze.

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