With every passing minute, the King's grip on his staff weakened.

He had closed his eyes. He couldn't witness this. Couldn't watch his own mother being defiled by some random human.

But the sounds.

Oh, the sounds told him everything.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

The relentless slapping of flesh against flesh.

SPLCH. SPLCH. SPLCH.

The obscene wet squelching of a pussy being ruined.

The King hissed through clenched teeth.

Meanwhile, Jax had pinned the former Queen beneath him.

Her pencil skirt was torn straight down the middle. The ruined fabric hung loosely around her waist—present for formality, serving no actual purpose.

She lay face-up. Jax towered over her. His hips moved like a machine built for one singular purpose.

His cock ravaged her pussy with brutal efficiency. Each thrust produced a symphony of depravity.

SMACK. SPLCH. SMACK. SPLCH.

And his hands? They weren't idle.

Both palms came down on her ass simultaneously.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

The impact sent ripples through her flesh. Her cheeks jiggled with each strike, reddening beautifully under his assault.

The fluids inside her—his cock mixed with her endless arousal—splashed with every thrust. The wet, churning sounds were pornographic.

SQUELCH. GLRCH. SQUELCH.

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[DP +2]

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The devotion points flooded his system like a broken dam.

And the King's mother?

She was in heaven.

Her eyes had rolled back. Her mouth hung open, releasing an endless stream of moans and whimpers. Her body trembled with each impact.

"Ahhhnn—! Yes—! Harder—! Ngh—!"

Then Jax felt it.

The familiar pressure building at the base of his cock. The tightening in his balls. The electric surge racing up his spine.

"Professor—" His voice came out strained. Desperate. "I'm gonna cum—ahhn—!"

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. Her hand gripped the tie she had wrapped around his neck like a leash, pulling him closer.

Her voice was commanding despite her breathlessness.

"Cum inside your professor. That's an order for being a bad child."

The King's eyes snapped open in terror.

'No—!'

But it was too late.

Jax's thrusts slowed. His body began to shake. Every muscle tensed.

"Fuck—! Professor—! I'm—!"

His hips stuttered forward one final time.

Deep.

Deeper than before.

His cock twitched violently inside her as the first rope of cum painted her walls.

"AHHHNN—! YES—! FILL ME—!"

[DP +5]

Her pussy clenched around him, milking every drop. Her entire body convulsed in orgasm, back arching off the bed.

Jax was exhausted. The grip on his tie pulled him forward.

He collapsed face-first into her tits.

Soft. Warm. Perfect cushions for a post-nut landing.

His cock slipped out of her with a wet pop.

And then came the flood.

Her pussy contracted once. A thick stream of white cum gushed out.

It relaxed. The flow stopped.

Contracted again. More cum spilled onto the ruined bedsheets.

The cycle continued—clench, release, clench, release—until every drop of his seed had been expelled from her well-used hole.

She patted his hair gently. Lovingly. About to resume their roleplay.

But the King had reached his limit.

CRASH!

He kicked his chair backward with explosive force.

"You FILTHY MONGREL!"

His voice thundered through the room.

"How DARE you defile my mother with your gutter-born seed?! You worthless, lowborn piece of human GARBAGE!"

He was shaking with rage. Veins bulged on his neck and forehead.

"And Mother—! What is WRONG with you?! Have you gone completely INSANE?!"

His voice cracked.

"Taking a human commoner's seed—do you have ANY idea what consequences—"

He never finished that sentence.

Something flew toward his face.

Specs. Her role play professor glasses.

The King barely dodged.

The glasses shattered against the wall behind him. But the silver earpiece—the decorative arm—kept going.

THUNK.

It embedded itself in the stone wall. Deep. Creating a visible hole.

Silence.

The King gulped.

His wife moved to his side, equally horrified. If he hadn't dodged... that would have pierced his skull.

His mother hadn't just gone insane.

She was serious.

Jax had expected ten minutes of tedious family drama. Mother and son screaming at each other. Threats. Negotiations. The usual royal bullshit.

But one look. One action.

She had put her son in his place without a single word.

'Note to self: Don't piss off grandma.'

Then her eyes turned to Jax.

The rage melted away instantly. Replaced by something softer. Poutier.

"Look what you've done."

She pointed at his cock.

It was softening now, glistening with a mixture of her juices and his own cum. A few drops of white still clung stubbornly to the tip.

"You've made yourself dirty."

Her voice dropped to a purr.

"Let your teacher clean it."

She made him stand on the bed.

She sat before him, eye-level with his cock. Her hand wrapped around the base, holding it steady.

And then she froze.

'What the fuck did I just say?'

Regret flooded her immediately.

Her ego. Her pride. The one thing she had never done in her centuries of life.

Suck a man's dick.

She had been sucked. Licked. Worshipped. But never—NEVER—had she lowered herself to put a cock in her mouth.

And now she had volunteered.

Her face inched closer to his dick. Stopped. Inched closer again. Stopped.

Her heart screamed: 'Taste it. You want it. Just do it.'

Her mind screamed back: 'DISGUSTING. You're royalty. You don't suck. You GET sucked.'

The internal war played out on her face.

Jax watched with amusement.

Then he took matters into his own hands.

He gathered her hair. Wrapped it into a makeshift ponytail. Gripped it firmly.

And pushed his cock forward until it touched her lips.

The smell hit her.

Musky. Salty. Intoxicating.

Her mouth opened automatically.

His cock slid inside.

GOK.

She wasn't slow.

She wasn't skilled either.

This was her first time, and her horniness had reached critical mass. Patience wasn't an option.

She took him too fast. Too deep. Too sloppy.

Her teeth scraped against his shaft.

"OW—! Fuck—!"

Jax's grip on her hair—originally meant to force her deeper—now desperately tried to slow her down.

"Professor—! Stop—! It hurts—!"

She froze. Looked up at him with his cock still stuffed in her mouth.

Wide eyes. Confused. Like a puppy that didn't understand why its owner was upset.

"Take it slow," Jax instructed through gritted teeth. "Use your lips. Keep your teeth away."

She adjusted immediately.

Slower this time. Her lips formed a proper seal. Her tongue began to explore.

GOK. GOK. GOK.

She wrapped her tongue around his shaft, swirling it as she bobbed. Tasting every inch. Learning the texture.

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[DP +1]

Still sloppy. Still amateurish. Occasional teeth scraped him.

But the enthusiasm made up for technique.

And Jax was already on edge.

"Professor—ahhn—I'm cumming again—"

His balls tightened.

"I don't want to—ngh—make you clean again—"

His hips twitched.

"Can I—ahh—can I cum inside your mouth?"

She said something.

It was completely unintelligible with nine inches of cock blocking her throat.

Jax took it as yes.

He gripped her ponytail harder. Pulled her head forward while thrusting his hips.

His cock plunged deep.

Past her tongue. Past her gag reflex. Straight into her throat.

GOK—GLRK—!

She choked. Eyes bulging. Hands slapping against his thighs.

The King watched. His fist clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.

And Jax came.

Hot ropes of cum shot directly into her throat. No need to swallow—he was already deep enough to bypass that entirely.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Her throat convulsed around him, involuntarily milking more out.

[DP +3]

The King and Queen watched in horror.

Jax didn't care about their stares.

He knew he had fucked up. Made an enemy of the King. In his own kingdom, no less.

'Death is probably waiting for me. Might as well make it worth it.'

The moment he finished cumming, he pulled out.

Spun her around.

Forced her into doggy style.

Her ass presented to him. Her ruined pussy dripping and swollen.

He pressed his cockhead against her entrance. Felt the heat. The wetness. The sticky remnants of his previous loads.

And pushed in.

"AHHHNNN—!"

[DP +3]

He started slow. Building rhythm.

Then faster.

His hands grabbed her shirt from behind. Twisted the fabric into a makeshift leash.

And pulled.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

His hips became a blur. The sound of flesh destroying flesh echoed off the walls.

The roleplay was gone.

Professor and student had ceased to exist.

What remained was pure, animalistic fucking.

And somewhere behind them, a son's heart shattered further.

A daughter-in-law's breath quickened.

Everything was broken.

But the bed?

The bed remained unbroken.

It had witnessed everything. The kicks. The jumps. The violent shaking. The brutality inflicted upon it.

And it endured.

Not just now.

But for the next ninety minutes.

An hour and a half had passed.

Jax had fucked her in every position he knew.

Filled her pussy with load after load.

Broken the already broken son even further.

And somewhere in between, when his balls felt completely drained, he had secretly downed a stamina elixir.

Reset himself. Continued the carnage.

Now he was trying something new.

She lay on her back. He pushed her lower body upward. Her legs folded over until her feet touched the bed beside her own ears.

She was practically folded in half.

Jax positioned himself above her, almost sitting on her upturned ass. His cock buried inside her pussy from this impossible angle.

And he thrust.

"YES—! PROFESSOR—! JUST LIKE THAT—!"

[DP +4]

Her face was exhausted. Dark circles forming under her eyes. Makeup completely ruined.

Her pussy was in agony. Swollen. Abused. Stretched beyond its limits.

But her hunger?

Still burning.

"Break me—! Wreck me—! Fill me again PROFESSOR—!"

She had abandoned the roleplay entirely. Called him by his actual profession.

But the King was too mentally destroyed to notice.

And behind him stood his wife.

The Queen.

She had moved from his side to directly behind him. Using his body as a shield.

Her hand had slipped inside her royal dress.

Fingers pressed against her soaked panties. Rubbing slow circles over her clit.

She was watching. Biting her lip. Suppressing her moans.

This display, this monstrous, relentless fucking had awakened something in her.

The risk of being caught?

It only made her wetter.

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