Nyxian was ruined.
Completely.
Gloriously.
Absolutely ruined.
Two full days.
That was how long she had insisted she could last.
Two full days of "no holding back."
Two full days of proving that she—Nyxian, succubus, temptress, chaos incarnate—could match Jax Darquebane in a one-on-one honeymoon.
She had been wrong.
Not in spirit.
Never in spirit.
But in scale.
Her voice was gone.
Reduced to a rasp that barely carried across the room.
Her body—normally fluid, controlled, confident—refused to cooperate with even the simplest commands.
Standing?
Optional.
Walking?
Unreliable.
Sitting?
A mistake she learned not to repeat.
And yet—
She smiled.
Because every ounce of it…
Was exactly what she wanted.
For anyone else, it might have looked like too much.
Too intense.
Too overwhelming.
For Nyxian?
It was perfection.
She had led when she wanted.
Taken control.
Pushed boundaries.
Tested limits.
And Jax had met her there.
Every time.
Other times—
He led.
And she followed.
Willingly.
Eagerly.
Curiously.
There were moments she lost control.
Moments where she gave it up entirely—
And trusted him to take her wherever he chose.
And he did.
Not recklessly.
Not cruelly.
But with a confidence that left her breathless.
It wasn't domination.
It wasn't submission.
It was balance.
And it broke her.
In the best possible way.
Mornings
Jax woke first.
Every time.
The first morning, Nyxian thought she was dreaming.
The second morning…
She realized she wasn't.
Even the smallest movement—
A shift.
A stretch.
An adjustment—
Sent her spiraling all over again.
"…you're doing that on purpose," she rasped one morning, barely able to lift her head.
Jax smirked.
"Am I?"
She tried to glare.
It came out more like a half-lidded, exhausted stare.
"…I hate you."
"No, you don't."
She exhaled.
Collapsed back into the bed.
"…don't stop."
He didn't.
Eventually—
Eventually—
He would pull himself away.
Carefully.
Slowly.
Like removing himself from a trap he didn't entirely want to escape.
Nyxian would remain there.
Body trembling.
Mind somewhere far away.
Not asleep.
Not awake.
Just… floating.
The Routine
Jax would step outside.
Every morning.
Coffee in hand.
Watching the sun rise over the lake.
Calm.
Centered.
Grounded.
A stark contrast to what he left behind in the bedroom.
He'd cook for himself.
Simple.
Clean.
Focused.
Eat.
Enjoy.
Reset.
Then—
Without fail—
He'd go back.
And Nyxian would feel it.
Even before he touched her.
"…you came back," she whispered once, barely audible.
Jax leaned down slightly.
"Of course I did."
That was all it took.
Round… whatever number they had reached by that point—
Began again.
Midday
Nyxian's "morning" started closer to noon.
Jax would bring her food.
Prepared exactly how she liked it.
Placed gently beside her.
She'd eat slowly.
Half-dazed.
"…you're spoiling me," she murmured one day.
"You earned it."
She laughed.
Weak.
Happy.
"You say that like I survived something."
Jax raised an eyebrow.
"You did."
She considered that.
Then nodded.
"…fair."
While she ate—
He'd sit beside her.
Hands working along her legs.
Calves.
Thighs.
Careful.
Measured.
He avoided her feet entirely.
Nyxian noticed.
Smirked.
"…still not touching those?"
"No."
"…coward."
"Absolutely."
She laughed again.
Then winced slightly.
Then laughed anyway.
The Lake
Vel had arranged everything.
Of course she had.
The lake.
The boat.
The privacy.
It wasn't quite what Jax remembered from his old world—
But it was close enough.
Nyxian stood at the edge of the boat.
Sunlight catching her just right.
"…this should be illegal," Jax muttered.
She glanced over her shoulder.
Smirk already forming.
"Then arrest me."
A pause.
Then—
"Or remove the evidence."
Jax laughed.
"You're unbelievable."
"You married me."
"…fair point."
She stepped closer.
Lowered her voice.
"I can fix the 'illegal' part."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"…don't you dare."
She grinned wider.
"Only if you match me."
A beat.
"…deal."
The lake was quiet.
Still.
Music drifted softly across the water—
One of Jax's creations playing from the small enchanted stone beside them.
The iRock.
Nyxian had laughed at the name.
Then immediately demanded one.
They drifted.
Relaxed.
For about ten minutes.
Then Nyxian leaned against him.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
"…this is boring."
Jax sighed.
"…of course it is."
She tilted her head up.
Eyes half-lidded.
Voice soft.
"Fix it."
He did.
Time Breaks
At some point—
Time stopped meaning anything.
Day blended into evening.
Evening into night.
Night into something else entirely.
Nyxian tried to keep track.
She really did.
At first—
It was easy.
Then—
It wasn't.
Inner Thoughts (Nyxian):
Okay… that was twelve.
No—
No that was earlier—
She lost count.
Again.
Twenty?
She blinked slowly.
Tried to think.
Was that twenty?
Her body answered before her mind could.
…or did it just never stop?
She laughed.
Then immediately forgot why.
The End of It
By the third day—
Nyxian didn't walk.
She existed.
Draped across him.
Head resting against his chest.
Completely spent.
Completely satisfied.
"…I think I broke," she whispered.
Jax looked down at her.
Calm.
Steady.
"You're fine."
"…I'm not fine."
"You're smiling."
She paused.
"…I am smiling."
A beat.
"…I hate how much I like this."
Jax chuckled softly.
"Liar."
She didn't argue.
The Return
The ride back was quiet.
Nyxian curled into his lap.
Fell asleep almost instantly.
No teasing.
No games.
No challenges.
Just rest.
For once—
The succubus had nothing left to prove.
Jax watched the road ahead.
One hand resting gently along her side.
Thinking.
Smiling slightly.
Because for all her confidence…
All her boldness…
All her chaos—
Nyxian Darquebane had found exactly what she was looking for.
And so had he.