The symphony of pleasure Jax was conducting reached a fever pitch for Willow, her hands clenching and her mind breaking under the concentrated barrage of pleasure Jax was giving her.

The Demon King’s mouth was a relentless, pulsing vacuum on her clit, his tongue a tireless, flicking demon of ecstasy.

His fingers, now two thick, possessive mini-members, were a pistoning engine of pure bliss deep inside her sensitive pussy, driving into her slick, clenching heat with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful.

These fingers constantly grazed against these sensitive pussy walls, making her tremble with pleasure as she simultaneously ached and begged for more.

At this point, in Willow’s mind, she didn’t care that she was a Witch, a ruler of her people, she was a vessel, a living, breathing conduit for the overwhelming pleasure that Jax was bestowing upon her, and she was very happy in this role.

To her, nothing was better than being used by Jax for his pleasure, experiencing the heavenly pleasure he’d also provide herself.

The sounds coming from her were incoherent, a stream of broken sobs, desperate pleas, and primal screams that echoed in the vast, starlit observatory.

Her body was no longer her own, now it acted as a marionette whose strings were pulled by the god between her thighs.

Her hips bucked and thrashed, grinding against his face with a desperate, instinctual need, seeking to deepen the contact, to merge with him completely and receive more of what he was doing.

Jax could feel her inner walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers, a frantic, rhythmic squeezing that told him she was once again on the precipice.

But this time, he was going to push her over the edge in a way she had never experienced.

He curled his fingers inside her, the pads pressing against her front wall, searching for that one spot, that magical epicenter of sensation.

He found it.

It was a slightly rougher, more textured patch of tissue, deep within her channel, a place that made her gasp and writhe with every accidental brush.

Now, he targeted it with deliberate, merciless precision. His fingers, still thrusting in and out, began to rub that spot in a firm, "come here" motion, stroking it with every pass.

The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic.

"♥ AHHHH! ♥" Willow’s scream was one of pure, shocked discovery. It was a pleasure so intense, so alien and overwhelming, that it bordered on pain.

It was a deep, internal pressure, a blooming heat that radiated outwards from her core, consuming everything in its path. It felt like she needed to pee, but a thousand times more intense, a dam of pleasure about to burst inside her.

Jax felt the change immediately. He felt her entire body tense, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers like a steel trap.

He doubled down, his assault on her clit becoming even more aggressive, his sucking harder, his licking faster. His fingers stroked her G-spot with unrelenting force, pushing her, demanding her surrender.

"♥JAX! JAX! I... I CAN’T...♥" she sobbed, her mind fraying at the edges. The pressure was unbearable, a coiling spring of pleasure so tight it was painful.

She felt like she was going to explode, to come apart in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating, "♥PLEASE!♥"

He didn’t let up. He was a force of nature, a tidal wave of sensation, and she was the shore about to be obliterated. He could feel it building, the tell-tale quivering of her inner muscles, the high-pitched, desperate whine that escaped her lips.

And then, it happened, the dam broke.

With a final, guttural scream that was half his name and half a primal cry of release, Willow’s entire body seized. A violent, shuddering convulsion wracked her from head to toe. And then, she exploded.

A gush of clear, hot fluid erupted from her, a powerful, spraying jet that soaked Jax’s face, his chest, the silken sheets beneath them.

It was a mind-bending, soul-shattering orgasm, a release so profound it felt like her very essence was being poured out of her.

Her vision went white, her hearing faded to a dull roar, and for a moment, she was utterly weightless, floating in a sea of pure, unadulterated bliss.

Jax didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away.

He welcomed it. He closed his eyes, opening his mouth to catch as much of her sweet, tangy release as he could, his tongue lapping at her flowing juices, savoring the taste of her ultimate surrender.

He continued to stroke her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm, drawing out every last drop of her pleasure until she was a limp, quivering, sobbing wreck beneath him.

Slowly, gently, he eased his fingers from her still-clenching heat and lifted his head. His face was glistening, a beautiful, debauched mask of her desire.

He looked at her, at his queen, sprawled bonelessly on the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, a blissed-out smile on her lips. She looked utterly wrecked, utterly sated, and utterly beautiful.

He crawled up her body, his movements fluid and predatory. He loomed over her, his massive, throbbing cock bobbing between his legs, the head already leaking a steady stream of precum. He was more than ready. He was desperate.

Willow’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, but they locked onto his, and a fresh wave of desire, hot and potent, surged through her. She saw the raw, primal hunger in his golden eyes, the possessive pride, and the overwhelming need. She saw her king, ready to claim his queen.

"♥ I’m going to fuck you now, Willow, ♥" he growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact, a declaration of intent.

"♥ Please, ♥" she breathed, her voice a husky, pleading whisper. She spread her legs wider, an open, inviting gesture of complete submission. "♥ Please, my King. Take me. ♥"

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his massive cock nudging against her still-sensitive, swollen entrance.

He paused for a moment, his gaze burning into hers, a silent, final claim. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter her.