The door clicked shut, sealing them in the guest room.

One moment, Beatrix was the world's idol, a goddess of grace and composure. The next, her composure shattered as Jax's mouth crashed down on hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claim. His tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting the sweet wine on her lips and stealing her breath.

A low, helpless moan vibrated in her throat. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly at his chest, now clutched his shirt, pulling him closer.

While she was still hesitating, his hands went to the zipper of her elegant gown. He pulled it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. The expensive fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

She stood before him in nothing but a black lace bra and panties, her skin pebbling in the cool air. "Jax, wait... the kids... the party..." she tried again, her protest weak.

He ignored her, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss as his hands roamed her body. One hand cupped her breast through the lace, his thumb flicking over her nipple until it was a hard peak. The other slid down her flat stomach, past the waistband of her panties, and pressed directly against her dampening cleft.

She gasped into his mouth, her body jolting.

He broke the kiss, his gaze dropping to where his fingers pressed against the soaked lace. "Look at that," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is leaking for me already. Dripping through your panties like a slut."

A fresh wave of wetness soaked his fingers at his words. Her cheeks burned, but her hips gave an involuntary twitch.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice sharp. Her wide eyes snapped back to his. "Not at the door. Not at your phone. Me."

Her hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her nails scraping against the hard muscle of his chest. "You're... you're too much. I can't think..."

"Good. Don't think. Feel." He made quick work of her bra, letting her full, heavy breasts spill free. He palmed one, his thumb circling the areola before he leaned down and took the stiff peak into his mouth, sucking hard.

She cried out, her head falling back. "Oh, god..."

"Tell me you don't want this," he growled against her skin, his teeth grazing her nipple. "Say the words, and I'll stop right now. I'll walk out that door."

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She couldn't lie. The raw need in his eyes, the commanding tone—it was stripping away decades of control, and it was the most intoxicating thing she'd ever felt. Her hands slid into his open shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, pulling him closer.

A small, unwelcome notification flickered at the edge of Jax's vision.

[DP +2]

His face darkened with immediate fury. 'Don't you dare,' he mentally snarled at the system. 'I swear I will burn you to ashes if you showed up again.' The notification vanished, cowed by his will.

He didn't give her another second to overthink. He backed her toward the plush couch and pushed her down onto it. He stripped off his pants, his cock springing free—a thick, veined nine inches of rigid flesh, already glistening at the tip.

Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and pure hunger. "Jax... it's so big."

"Worship it," he commanded, standing before her. "All of it. Start with my balls. Show me how much you crave this."

Swallowing hard, Beatrix slid from the couch to her knees between his legs.

Her soft, elegant hands, hands that had held a million awards, cupped his heavy sac. She rolled his balls gently, feeling their weight. Then, leaning forward, her tongue flicked out, lapping at the skin.

"Like this?" she whispered, her voice husky.

"Harder. Suck them. Like you're starving for it."

She obeyed, parting her lips and taking one orb into her mouth, suckling firmly. She lavished it with her tongue before releasing it with a wet pop and moving to the other.

Her free hand stroked the length of his dick, her thumb smearing the pre-cum over the swollen head.

"You like that?" she murmured, her confidence growing with his groans. "You like me on my knees, serving your balls like a common whore?"

"Fuck yes," Jax hissed, his fingers tangling in her dark hair. "Tell me how they'd feel, slapping against your ass when I'm buried deep in your cunt."

"They'd... they'd be so heavy," she moaned, nuzzling into his groin, inhaling his musky scent. "Slapping my skin, making me wetter with every thrust. It makes me want to beg for it."

"Then beg," he growled, pulling her up by her hair and tossing her back onto the couch. He ripped her ruined panties off with a single, sharp tear, exposing her glistening, pink folds. Her pussy lips were swollen and parted, dripping with her arousal.

"Please, Jax," she begged, her composure utterly gone. "Please fuck me. My pussy aches for your cock. I need it inside me. Now."

He didn't make her wait. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. Not slowly, but with a single, relentless thrust that buried him to the hilt.

Beatrix screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound of pleasure and shock as he stretched her impossibly wide. "God! You're splitting me open!"

"Take it," he grunted, pinning her wrists above her head. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, folding her almost in half, and began to piston into her. Each deep, powerful stroke rubbed directly against her G-spot, lighting her nerves on fire. "This married pussy is mine now. You feel that? My cock owning you."

"Yes! Yours! Ah, god, right there!" she cried, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. The wet, slapping sounds of their coupling filled the room. Her breasts bounced wildly, and her eyes were glazed with primal need.

He leaned down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her yelp. "You're gonna cum for me. Soak my dick like the desperate milf you are."

The command, the sensation, the overwhelming dominance—it was too much. Her back arched off the couch as a violent orgasm ripped through her. "FUCKKK! I'm cumming!" Her inner walls clamped down on his pennis in rhythmic pulses, her juices gushing out around his pistoning cock.

Jax was close, his own release building like a thunderhead. But just as he was about to spill inside her, the door creaked open.

Kai poked his head in, his face a mask of innocent confusion. "Mom? Jax? I heard noises... thought anyone of you might be here."

Time froze.

Beatrix was splayed beneath Jax, naked, sweating, her body still quivering from her orgasm. Jax was shirtless, his body covering hers, his cock still buried deep inside her. The smell of sex was thick in the air.

Kai's eyes went wide. "Mom?! What—why are you—is Jax hurting you?!" he yelled, taking a step forward. "Jax, get OFF her!"

Beatrix made a strangled sound of pure horror, trying to scramble away, but Jax's weight held her firm.

"Kai, relax," Jax said, his voice remarkably calm despite the situation. He didn't pull out. "Your mom asked me to help her."

"Help her?" Kai's brow furrowed in total confusion. "With what? Why does she look like she's in pain? And why is she naked?"

Jax's mind worked fast. "She's preparing for a role. A very demanding physical role. It requires intense body control. Endurance. Flexibility."

Beatrix, catching on through her mortification, stammered, "Y-yes! A film... very physical... Jax was... helping me train."

"But why do you look so uncomfortable?"

"Because it's hard, Kai," Jax interjected smoothly, subtly flexing his cock inside Beatrix, making her gasp. "She has to hold difficult positions. Build stamina. It's exhausting."

"Like... workout training?"

"Exactly like that," Jax confirmed, his voice a model of patience. "Very specific muscle training. Core strength."

"Mom, but why are you naked?" Kai pressed, his eyes fixed on the compromising scene.

Beatrix opened and closed her mouth, speechless.

Jax answered, his tone matter-of-fact as he pointed to where their bodies joined. "It's because she's training a particular muscle right now. See? Her pussy needs direct work. Can't do it with clothes on. It has to breathe and stretch properly."

Kai squinted, his innocence a perfect shield. "Oh... It looks really intense. Is Jax being too rough?"

"Your mom specifically asked me not to go easy on her," Jax said, looking directly at Beatrix. "She wants to be perfect for this role. Right, ma'am?"

Tears of shame and unwanted arousal welled in her eyes. "R-right," she choked out.

"See?" Jax told Kai. "She's a professional."

Then, holding Beatrix's horrified gaze, Jax began to move again. Slow, deep thrusts that made her bite her knuckle to keep from crying out.

"Hold position," Jax whispered into her ear, his voice for her alone. "Don't disappoint your son by giving up."

She obeyed, her body trembling violently, her pussy clenching wildly around his invading length. She was being fucked in front of her son, and the twisted, forbidden thrill of it was pushing her toward another climax.

Jax was trembling, his own control fraying. "Ah... ah... I'm close," he grunted.

"Does this hurt, Jax? It looks like it hurts," Kai observed, tilting his head.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jax pulled out. His cock, slick with her juices, pulsed in his hand. He aimed at her face.

Thick, white ropes of cum erupted, the first shot landing on her tongue as she instinctively opened her mouth. She swallowed desperately, sucking the head clean as more cum splashed across her lips and chin.

Kai gasped. "Jax! What have you done? You peed on my mother's mouth!"

Breathing heavily, Jax shook his head. "No, Kai. It was a potion. It comes out after a long workout and pain. It helps with recovery. Builds endurance."

"Oh," Kai said, blinking. "Cool. Gross, but cool." He looked at his mother, who lay utterly wrecked, cum on her face, her body glistening with sweat. "You should rest. That looked brutal." He turned to Jax. "Thanks for helping her, man. You're a good friend."

"Anything for you my bestie," Jax said, his face a perfect mask.

Kai nodded. "Ok, you guys rest. I'll go."

"Wait, dear!" Beatrix croaked, sitting up and clutching a cushion to her chest. "Don't tell anyone about this. Even your sister."

Kai smiled a bright, genuine smile. "About what?"

"About the... training."

Kai laughed. "Mom, you are so dumb. You can't get my humour here. I was saying I already forgot it." He puffed out his chest with pride and left, closing the door behind him.

The moment the latch clicked, Beatrix exploded. She shoved Jax away with surprising force. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Jax calmly stood and locked the door. "That was me saving us."

"SAVING US?! You made me—you made him WATCH!" Her voice cracked, hysterical. "He was standing right there! While you were... while I was... oh my god..." She bent over, dry heaving from the shock and shame.

Then, slowly, she looked up. A wild, unhinged smile spread across her cum-stained face. "But it was so crazy. So insane." A dark laugh bubbled out of her. "And I loved it. I will remember this night forever."

Jax smiled, a predator seeing his prey willingly walk back into the trap. "Why stop at remembering?" he said, closing the distance between them. "Let me give you more to remember."

He kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting his own cum on her lips. At the same time, his hand slid between her legs, two fingers plunging deep into her slick, used pussy.

Her back arched, and a guttural moan escaped her as her own hand wrapped around his already hardening cock, stroking him back to full, throbbing life.

And this night continued until Jax ran out of his gas and of course elixirs. He completely forgot he had a system from which he could go on till the morning but beatrix made him loose all his senses.

And on another corner, a lonely system well now a rich balance system watched all this without uttering a single word

[Total devotion points 455]

[Quest Complete]

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