Chapter 126 : Zoe is Doomed

Zoe saw her chance. Jax was turned away, his focus split, his body still trembling from his climax. A flicker of hope ignited in her chest.

’He’s vulnerable. Distracted. Now!’

With a desperate gasp, she triggered her teleportation. Her form flickered, a blur of motion that was painfully obvious to everyone watching especially to Jax, whose senses were hyper-tuned even in his lust-drunk state.

Her blade aimed for the space between his ribs.

She was wrong.

Her knife never touched flesh. Before the momentum of her lunge could complete, a fist like a piston slammed into her gut her solar plexus.

"OOF!"

All the air left her lungs in a painful rush. The knife clattered to the stone floor. Her vision swam.

Before she could crumple, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight against a hard sweat-slicked chest.

"There, there," Jax cooed into her ear, his voice a dark parody of comfort. "I know you can’t wait for your turn. But what can we do, sweetheart? There are others in queue."

His hand slid down her back, over the curve of her ass. One finger teased the tight ring of her asshole, making her jerk, before dipping lower to stroke her exposed pussy. His chest pressed against her soft breasts flattening against him.

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He turned her face and claimed her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. It was a messy, dominating invasion. She bit down in a final act of defiance, her teeth sinking into his lower lip until she tasted blood.

He didn’t even flinch. The pain was a distant buzz, drowned by the roaring river of his lust.

He kissed her harder, his fingers working deeper into her pussy, his other arm tightening around her waist to feel every shudder, every curve, especially the warm, soft weight of her breasts against him.

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He was lost in the sensation, the struggle, the taste of copper mixing with her saliva until a voice cut through.

"Jax! The girls!"

It was Roxana. Jax pulled back from the kiss, a thin string of blood and saliva connecting his torn lip to Zoe’s. He followed Roxana’s frantic gesture.

The red-haired and black-haired champions were across the room. The black-haired one’s body was already dissolving into faint, blue particles, fading from existence. The red-haired one stood defiant, Zoe’s dropped knife in her hand.

She looked straight at Jax, a vicious, triumphant smile on her face.

Then she raised her other hand, middle finger extended.

Before Jax could move a muscle, she drew the knife across her own throat in one swift, brutal motion.

"Ah—!"

The sound was a wet, choked gurgle. Her smile never faded as her body, too, began to pixelate and vanish into nothingness.

They’d chosen deletion. They’d chosen oblivion over him.

"TSSK!" Jax’s rage was instantaneous, white-hot. His hand flew to Zoe’s throat, squeezing. "Damn it! It’s all because of you, you useless whore! I wasn’t even done with them! They didn’t even give me enough points!"

The women watched, confused. ’Points? What points?’

"Fine," Jax snarled, his grip tightening. "You’ll take their places. I’ll fuck you three more times. No—I’ll fuck you until your body gives out and the system auto-eliminates you from the pain."

He released her throat. Zoe collapsed to her knees, gasping for air, her hands flying to her bruised neck.

He didn’t give her a second to recover. He hauled her up by her hair and forced her back to her knees in front of him. His cock, still glistening and slick with a mix of his cum and their juices, bobbed heavily before her face. A sticky, pearly string of his release clung to her lower lip.

"Open," he commanded.

She kept her mouth shut, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line. Rage flashed in Jax’s eyes. He wanted to beat that defiance out of her. But a colder, more logical thought slithered through the heat.

’Letting them suck my cock... or my balls... is a risk. They could bite. One good chomp with that force...’

He gulped. The mental image was vividly painful. Even with his massive HP pool, the agony would be catastrophic. And the damage...

’Not worth it.’

With a frustrated grunt, he shoved her chest instead. She fell backward onto the cold stone, her knees still bent. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her away from the messy, blood-cum and squirt smeared patch of floor.

He pulled her right to the base of the Meridax throne.

He roughly spread her legs wide, the obscene display making Sylvie, the rightful queen, look away in shame. Jax tilted his head and spat. A glob of saliva landed directly on Zoe’s exposed pussy lips.

’Lubrication. Check.’

As he looked around, deciding his angle, Zoe tried to crawl away, her movements weak and pathetic.

Jax saw it. A fresh wave of anger surged. He grabbed her by the waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and slammed her body face-down across the seat of the throne.

The throne of Meridax. The seat of Queen Sylvie’s power.

Now it was just a piece of furniture for Jax’s use.

He pinned her with a hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest into the plush cushion. Her breasts flattened against the royal fabric.

’Perfect. Another woman willingly giving me her hole.’ The thought was pure, dark sarcasm that almost made him laugh.

He rubbed his palm over her pussy, spreading his spit. It wasn’t enough. She was too dry, too tight from fear and resistance. He spat again, directly onto his fingers, and worked them into her, loosening her up.

"Ahh... nngh... stop..." she whimpered, her voice muffled by the cushion.

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He ignored her. When he felt her muscles reluctantly give way, he positioned himself. The broad, swollen head of his dick pressed against her tight entrance. It wouldn’t go in. Her body was resisting, clenching shut.

He pressed harder, one hand on her back, the other moving to her stomach, trying to force a different angle. It was a clumsy, brutal struggle.

Finally, with a sickening, wet pop, the head forced its way past the ring of muscle. Zoe screamed.

"FUCK! IT HURTS! YOU’RE TEARING ME!"

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Jax groaned, a mix of pain and intense pleasure. "Hhhk... so damn tight..."

He pushed further, sinking half his length into her. Her inner walls stretched obscenely around him, burning and tight.

He started to move. Short, brutal thrusts. He was pissed—at the escaped girls, at the interruption, at the world. He took it out on her with his hips.

When he felt this angle wasn’t delivering enough force, he changed tactics. He released his grip on her body and instead grabbed both her wrists from behind, pulling them back. It arched her spine, lifted her hips, and gave him a deeper, more punishing angle.

"AHHH! GOD, NO! SLOW DOWN PLEASE I--!"

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The sounds filled the room. The wet, rhythmic

slap-slap-slap

of his thighs and balls hammering against her ass and pussy. The slick, squelching

shlick-shlick

of her forced wetness with every thrust. The muffled cries she couldn’t suppress.

Slap! Squish! Slap! Squish!

Sylvie watched, her vision blurring with disgust and horror. This room... where she had held council, planned her kingdom’s future, celebrated victories... was now a brothel. A stage for a monster’ show.

Her eyes drifted to her sister. Roxana’s cheeks were flushed deep red. Sylvie saw her hand twitch, start to move toward her own pants, then stop. Instead, Roxana pulled the peach-haired girl she was guarding closer, hugging her from behind as if to better restrain her.

But Sylvie saw the truth.

Roxana was pressing her lower body her pussy against the other girl’s ass. The subtle, then not-so-subtle, rocking of her hips. She was rubbing herself against the captive, her eyes glazed and fixed on Jax’s pumping form. She was so focused, so aroused, she didn’t even notice her sister’s horrified gaze.

Even the captive was so scared then this scene behind her, she knew what was happening and then said ’WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?’

Back on the throne, Jax’s rhythm became frantic, animalistic. Sweat dripped from his chin onto Zoe’s back. Her cries had faded to broken, sobbing gasps.

"Ah... ah... ah... I’m... I will die..."

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He couldn’t hold back. With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. A hot, pulsing flood filled her, his cock twitching violently inside her clenching channel.

He pulled out, expecting a gush. Nothing came. Just the twitching, gaping hole of her overused pussy.

"Tch."

He wasn’t satisfied. He hooked his hands under her ass, lifted her hips, and flipped her onto her back over the arm of the throne. He positioned her so her head and shoulders hung off one side, her ass on the throne’s arm, her pussy tilted downward toward the floor.

He waited.

A moment later, a thick, white trickle of his cum began to seep out of her. It dripped slowly, deliberately, from her pussy onto the polished arm of the throne, then down to the floor below.

Drip... drip... drip...

Jax stood back, watching the obscene display with a twisted sense of pride.

’What was I thinking, questioning myself? I am still worthy. No. I will always be.’

He turned his head, his gaze landing on Roxana and the peach-haired girl. "Bring that one here," he ordered, his voice rough. "And feed the healing potion to Zoe. I’m not done. I won’t be done until our potions run dry. Until then, I’ll see just how much that little hole of hers can take."

The peach-haired girl gulped, shaking her head as Roxana pushed her forward. "No... please, no..."

Jax’s hand shot out, not to hit her, but to pinch one of her small, pert nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted, just enough to make her cry out.

"AH... Please I Beg You!"

"Adelina would have said ’please’ too, when you tormented her," Jax said, his smile utterly devoid of warmth. "Did you listen did you gave her the mercy?"

He pulled her closer by the nipple, the cruel grip making her whimper and stumble toward him.

Roxana turned away, busying herself with finding a healing potion in Jax’s discarded coat. As she bent over, her gaze accidentally met Sylvie’s.

Sylvie’s eyes were not on her face. They were fixed lower, on the dark patch clearly visible on the front of Roxana’s pants. The fabric clung, transparent with wetness, betraying her arousal.

Sylvie sighed, a sound of profound exhaustion and despair. She leaned her head back against the cold wall.

’She was always the unique one. The wild one. And now... now she’s fallen for the guy who makes the Demon King look like a gentleman.’