For two hours, Jax showed no mercy.

The throne room echoed with the sounds of his conquest skin slapping, muffled cries, and his own low grunts of effort.

He pushed past his limits, fueled by rage and that last stamina elixir. A body built for five, maybe six rounds, had now delivered seven. And he wasn't done.

He was sitting on the throne, the cold stone firm against his back.

On his lap was Zoe, her hair matted with sweat. He gave her a rough shove, and she slid off him, collapsing onto the floor with a weak thud.

A diluted trickle of cum dripped from her well-used pussy onto the marble.

'Pathetic. Looks like a worn-out tavern whore.'

To his right, the peach-haired girl lay on her stomach, her ass pointed toward him like some twisted offering.

From the front, her chest heaved with ragged, shallow breaths.

Her small, cute asshole was twitching violently—a tiny, tight ring stretched beyond belief.

Jax had found a dark thrill in forcing himself into that smallest hole, and the evidence was carved into her skin. Her breasts were a canvas of cruel marks: deep red bites and angry scratches from his nails. She was broken.

Zoe was worse. Her virgin pussy, once a small, tight entrance, was now a stretched, swollen ruin. It gaped open, red and puffy, looking less like a part of her and more like a brutalized wound. She looked like a whore who'd taken a hundred men in an hour.

Jax used her like a toy.

First, he bent her over the jagged arm of the shattered throne. He slammed into her from behind, each thrust driving her hips into the splintered wood until her arms gave out and her face scraped the floor.

Next, he pinned her against a cracked pillar, lifting her leg and hooking it over his arm. He fucked her sideways, the angle deep and cruel, her other foot barely touching the ground as he pounded her into the stone.

Finally, he forced her onto her knees, then pushed her chest down until her cheek was ground into the gritty marble floor.

From behind, he took her like an animal, one hand wrenching her hair, the other digging into her hip bone, his pace a relentless, punishing rhythm that left her trembling and raw.

Each position was a lesson in domination, leaving her body marked and broken, a testament to his rage.

'I've gone too far,' Jax thought, a flicker of reason breaking through the haze of lust and fury. His muscles screamed. His vision had a tired buzz at the edges. 'I should rest.'

Then the other voice in his head, the hungry one, whispered back. 'Just one more round. One won't matter. Right?'

He looked down at his dick, still hard and angry-red, glistening with mixed fluids. As if it would reply.

He knew his body was at its end. These two girls were spent—limp dolls who wouldn't move on their own.

Threatening them was useless now; they'd welcome death. The peach girl had proven that. Even while being fucked, she'd kept trying to blast his face with her weak rot magic. The green beams just tingled, like a facial cleanser.

When she realized it was hopeless, she'd turned the decay on herself. The feeble magic barely scratched her HP, and Jax had simply forced a healing potion down her throat.

He needed support. His gaze swept the room, past the wreckage, and landed on the two figures he'd completely forgotten.

Sylvie, leaning against the wall, was watching him with a fierce, curious intensity.

Beside her was Roxana, who instantly averted her gaze the moment his eyes met hers.

A slow tired smile spread on Jax's face. A plan.

"Roxana," he called, his voice rough. "Come here."

She approached slowly, her cheeks flushed.

Jax's eyes dropped, tracing the outline of her body.

The fabric of her pants around her pussy was soaked through, dark and sticky, clinging to the pronounced swell of her lips. A small, damp patch had spread, betraying her.

'Tssk. I was right. She's a horny little bitch.'

Sylvie followed his gaze, and her face twisted in a mix of understanding and profound embarrassment for her sister.

Roxana stopped in front of the throne, her breath was shaky.

Jax reached out, not for her, but for the peach-haired girl. He hooked a hand under the girl's ass, lifting her easily like a limp cat, and handed the naked, trembling body to Roxana.

"Hold her," he said, settling back into the throne with a heavy sigh. "I'm feeling tired."

He stretched his arms along the throne's arms, a king holding court. "So… can you help me out?"

Roxana's mind spun. 'Help? Me? Is he asking me to… to fuc…?' Her blush deepened, heat flooding her neck.

Jax clarified, his tone flat. "Help me fuck this girl. I'll provide the dick. You provide the thrusts. Think of yourself as… my assistant."

The meaning crashed into her. She looked down at the girl in her arms, positioned so her ravaged pussy was exposed, face lolling upward. The command wasn't for herself it was for that girl.

Which made her more confused in herself in her mind.

'Should I feel happy? Or sick?'

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, maneuvering the girl's body. She brought the girl's sore, dripping pussy closer to Jax's waiting cock. She stopped, looking to Jax for direction.

He just wore that proud, closed-eye smile, head resting back as if napping.

'This bastard.'

Roxana bit her lip. Her mind raced, but her body was moving on its own. She tried to align them, to push the girl down onto him, but the slickness made his cock slip away every time.

"Guh…" she grunted in frustration.

She glanced at Jax. He didn't move.

Finally, with a trembling hand, she reached out. Her fingers wrapped around his cock.

It was so warm. Almost feverishly hot. And slick, coated in the evidence of his prior rounds. A different kind of heat shot through her own belly.

Almost instinctively, she gave him one slow, hesitant stroke.

Then she froze, horrified at herself. 'No! Its Wrong!'

Swallowing hard, she adjusted her grip, holding the girl steady with one arm. This time, she guided his broad head to the girl's entrance and pushed.

It slid in, the overused pussy offering little resistance.

The peach-haired girl's body jerked. A voice, quieter than a whisper, scraped out of her throat. "D-Don't… please…"

Jax's eyes remained shut, but a low groan escaped him. "Ahhh…" His cock was throbbing, an itchy, demanding pain that needed release.

"Roxana," he murmured, eyes still closed. "Push her down. All the way."

Gulping, Roxana obeyed. She shoved the girl's body down, sheathing Jax's entire length inside in one brutal motion. The cockhead rammed deep, kissing the very end of her cervix.

[DP+2]

[DP+1]

[ ... ]

The girl's mouth opened in a silent scream, her body seizing.

Jax's eyes snapped open. The scene before him was a feast of degradation. He reached up, his hands finding the girl's small breasts.

There was hardly anything to hold, so his fingers dug in, nails piercing the soft flesh, claiming what little there was.

She whimpered, a broken sound.

[DP+1]

"Faster, Roxana," Jax commanded, his voice tightening. "Don't make me ask twice."

Hearing his voice, seeing his focused, hungry face, something in Roxana broke.

Her embarrassment melted into a frantic, mascotic energy. She began moving the girl's body in earnest, pulling her up and slamming her down along Jax's magic wand.

Squish. Slap. Squish.

The pace was brutal, erratic. Each downward thrust was a collision. Jax could feel his own dick protesting, the head smashing against something deep and unyielding inside her. For the girl, it must have been agony.

"Aii! Yehh!" the girl cried out, her voice finally finding volume—a sharp, pained gasp.

[DP + 4]

[DP+5]

[DP+3]

Roxana was sweating, her arms burning with the effort, her own core clenching with each lewd sound.

Jax's expression was one of strained pleasure, like a man dying of thirst finally getting a drop.

The peach-haired girl in his hands had gone utterly still, her eyes vacant. Mentally dead. Resistance extinguished.

Then Jax felt the familiar, coiling tension. "Yes… yes, I'm cumming!" he grunted, his hips lifting off the throne to meet a thrust. "Don't stop! Move more!"

Roxana, lost in the rhythm, obeyed. She pushed the girl down once more, hard.

But as she did, she noticed something wrong. The girl's legs, which had been dangling in the air, were beginning to… fade. To dissolve into shimmering blue particles.

'What the—?'

"Take this, you bitch!" Jax roared, his body bowing.

But before his release could flood her ruined pussy, the girl's body vanished completely. One second she was there, a vessel for his rage; the next, she was nothing but fading blue light.

Jax's climax didn't care. It erupted with a furious, pent-up force. A thick, white stream shot out into empty air where her pussy had been, its trajectory unimpeded.

Roxana, still leaning forward, her face etched with shock and effort, was directly in the line of fire.

The first hot, heavy spray hit her square on the cheek.

SPLAT.

The second landed on her parted lips.

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