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.
