Chapter 174: Giving Her What She Wants ( R18 )

Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut against the blinding onslaught of pleasure, fluttered open.

The world that came into focus was a dizzying kaleidoscope of cosmic light and primal darkness. The shimmering auroras swirled in the vast ceiling above, and Jax’s face, a mask of raw, untamed dominance, filled her vision.

The connection was instantaneous, a lightning strike of pure, unadulterated power. She saw not just a man, but a force of nature, a king, a conqueror, and the sheer, overwhelming rightness of it sent a fresh gush of arousal flooding her core.

“♥ That’s it… ♥” she breathed, her voice a husky, broken whisper, “♥ That’s my King… ♥”

Her words were a catalyst. The last vestiges of his control, the careful restraint he’d shown even while brutalizing the others, shattered.

This was Willow. The First Witch. She wasn’t made of glass; she was forged in the heart of a dying star. She could take anything he could give, and she would beg for more.

A guttural growl ripped from his chest, a sound of pure, predatory intent.

He pulled his cock out of her until just the throbbing head remained, a moment of agonizing emptiness that made her whimper.

Then, he drove forward, not with a thrust, but with a full-bodied slam of his hips.

His cock, a spear of hardened flesh, punched through her tight channel, past the barrier of her cervix, and breached the very entrance to her womb.

“♥ AAAAAH! ♥” The scream that tore from Willow’s lips was not one of pain, but of profound, earth-shattering revelation.

It was a sound of pure, unbridled ecstasy, a sonic boom of pleasure that made the liquid starlight in the pool beside them churn and froth.

Her entire body seized, arching violently, her glowing skin flushing with a brilliant emerald light as her magic responded to the ultimate penetration.

Her inner walls clamped down around him like a vice, a desperate, instinctual attempt to trap him, to hold him in this sacred space forever.

“♥ FUCK! You’re so deep! You’re in my womb! ♥” she sobbed, her nails leaving bloody trails down his powerful back as she clung to him.

“I told you, ” Jax snarled, his voice a ragged, triumphant roar, “I’m here to breed and break the First Witch, ”

He began to move again, his rhythm a punishing, deep-grinding stroke that was designed for maximum penetration.

With every thrust, he hammered against the deepest part of her, his cockhead kissing her womb with bruising force.

The pleasure was so intense it was almost agony, a white-hot fire that burned away all thought, all reason, leaving only the primal, animalistic need to be fucked, to be claimed, to be bred.

He wanted more. He wanted to see her break completely.

He released her legs, letting them fall to his sides. Before she could adjust, he flipped her over with a rough, effortless strength.

She landed on her hands and knees, her emerald hair spilling over her shoulders, her perfect ass high in the air. He immediately delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her right cheek

. The sound echoed in the vast observatory, a sharp crack that was followed by Willow’s sharp, pleasured gasp.

“♥ Again! ♥” she demanded, pushing her ass back towards him.

He obliged, delivering another stinging slap to her other cheek, leaving a perfect, red handprint on her glowing skin.

He grabbed a fistful of her wild, verdant hair, winding it around his fist and pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her spine. The position was submissive, vulnerable, and utterly intoxicating.

“You wanted this,” he growled, his voice a dark promise in her ear as he guided his cock back to her dripping, swollen entrance, “You wanted to be fucked like a queen, not another one of your subjects,”

“♥ Then do it! ♥” she spat back, her voice thick with lust. “♥ Stop talking and FUCK ME! ♥”

He slammed into her, his cock sinking even deeper in this new position, his thighs slapping against her ass with a wet, meaty sound.

He held her hair tight, using it as a rein as he began to piston into her, his strokes long, hard, and devastatingly deep. He was riding her, using her body for his pleasure, and she was reveling in it.

The room was a symphony of their raw, primal coupling. His guttural grunts, her ecstatic screams, the wet, slapping sound of his hips against her ass, and the low, thrumming hum of the magic that swirled around them.

The pool of starlight was no longer just rippling; it was boiling, its light pulsing in time with his thrusts.

Willow could feel another orgasm building, far more powerful than the first. It wasn’t just a physical release; it was a cosmic one.

It was the culmination of centuries of waiting, of watching, of wanting.

She could feel the magic of the dimension itself flowing through her, into him, and back again, a feedback loop of unimaginable power.

She began to tighten her muscles deliberately, her expert, magical control allowing her to milk his cock with every pull and clench down with every thrust.

She was no longer a passive recipient; she was an active participant, trying to suck the cum from his balls, trying to force him to fill her, to complete the ritual they had started.

“♥ That’s it… ♥” she panted, her voice a siren’s song. “♥ Give it to me, my King. Give me everything. Pump your seed into my womb. Breed me. Make me yours. ♥”

Her words, combined with the vice-like grip of her magical pussy, were his undoing. The pressure at the base of his spine became an unbearable, explosive force.

With a final, triumphant roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the dimension, he slammed into her one last time, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go.

His cock throbbed, and then it exploded. A massive, volcanic eruption of hot, thick seed flooded her womb, so much that it immediately began to gush out around his cock, running down her thighs in creamy rivers.

The feeling of being so completely, so utterly filled with his life-giving cum triggered her own cataclysmic release.

Willow screamed, a sound of pure, unadulterated power and pleasure that seemed to make the very stars outside flash brighter.

Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on him like a bear trap, her magic exploding outwards in a visible wave of emerald energy that washed over the observatory.

Her vision went white, her mind dissolving into a blissful, infinite void of ecstasy.

Jax held himself there, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his cock still pulsing inside her.

He slowly released her hair, his hands coming to rest gently on her hips. He stayed inside her for a long time, letting the waves of their shared climax wash over them, their combined power filling the room with a palpable, electric hum.

Finally, he slowly, carefully pulled out. His cock came free with a soft, wet sound, and a veritable flood of his cum poured from her, a testament to the sheer volume of his release.

Willow collapsed onto the floor, her body glowing with a soft, internal emerald light, a blissful, sated smile on her face. She was no longer just the Witch of the Stars. She was his.

Jax stood over her, his chest heaving, a deep, profound satisfaction settling over him. He had conquered the coven, and he had claimed their queen. He looked down at the breathtaking, powerful woman he had just bred, and smiled.

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