Jax stood at the foot of the colossal bed, a conqueror surveying his spoils. The amber-eyed witch lay sprawled across the furs, a masterpiece of satisfaction, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her brutal pleasure.
A thick, creamy river of his seed trickled from her well-fucked pussy, staining the silver moss beneath her.
The sight was intoxicating, a testament to his power, but it was only the first brushstroke on a much larger canvas.
His feral grin never faltered as his eyes, burning with an insatiable fire, swept over the remaining witches.
They were a writhing sea of need, their bodies flushed, their eyes pleading, their hands already beginning to explore each other in their desperate impatience.
They were a banquet, and he had a voracious appetite at the moment.
He took two steps forward and reached down, his hands closing around the arms of the nearest witches, pulling them to their feet with effortless authority.
