Chapter 160 : When Your Son Watches You Get Railed and All He Can Do Is Sit

"Who... who are you?"

The King’s voice cracked. Broken. Shattered like his entire understanding of reality.

His mother. The former Queen. The woman who raised him. The pillar of the royal family.

Currently bouncing on some random human’s dick. Whip raised mid-air. Face flushed with pleasure.

Jax just smiled.

The mother—still mounted on him—lowered her whip and glared at her son. "What the hell are you doing here, Oakryn?"

Her hips didn’t stop moving. Instinct had taken over.

The King struggled to form words. His eyes kept darting between Jax’s face and the point where their bodies connected.

"Mother, I... I was reported that my soldiers captured a human boy. The one given to you."

He swallowed hard.

"When they brought him back, they spotted a vampire boy crawling out toward the main door. Then this man of yours—"

He pointed at Aldric, who stood frozen behind him.

"—was found stunned. In poor condition. On the ground."

His voice grew steadier, clinging to the formality of a report.

"My men reported everything. It felt suspicious. So here I am."

He pushed forward the human boy Jax had freed earlier.

"Mother, this was supposed to be the boy we fetched for you."

Silence.

The mother’s expression shifted. Calculating. Her eyes moved from the trembling human boy to Jax’s face.

She stared at him with murderous intent.

Jax responded with the cutest puppy face he could muster.

’Bark bark, bitch.’

She knew. This bastard had orchestrated everything. The escape. The switch.

She rose from his lap. His cock popped out of her pussy with a wet, obscene sound.

Schlick.

She adjusted her pencil skirt, smoothing it down with practiced elegance. Then walked toward Oakryn with the dignity of a woman who hadn’t just been caught mid-fuck.

"Just forget it all," she said calmly. "I am fine. And this one—"

She pointed at Jax without looking back.

"—I like this one. So leave us. You’re interrupting my time."

Oakryn’s jaw tightened. "But Mother, he is a human. He looks suspicious. We need to interrogate him first before—"

Her gaze turned lethal.

"Now you will oppose your mother’s decision?"

The temperature in the room dropped.

"Just get the hell out of—"

She never finished that sentence.

Because someone behind her lifted her skirt.

Before she could turn, before she could react, Jax shoved his dick into her from behind.

One thrust. Balls deep. His nine-inch cock splitting her royal elven pussy wide open.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

’Fuck the consequences. Fuck diplomacy. I need to fuck.’

"What are you doing?!" she gasped.

But her voice betrayed her. That wasn’t anger. That was a moan dressed as a question.

"Ahhhnn—!"

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Jax’s face moved close to her ear. He meant to whisper. But his voice carried across the entire room.

"Professor... remember? I won."

His hips pulled back slowly.

"Which means I can do anything."

He slammed forward.

SMACK.

"Fuck you wherever I want."

His lips pressed against her neck. Kissing. Biting. Marking.

His hands gripped her waist from below. His hips delivered a thrust so powerful that her mind went blank.

"Ahhh—! Ngh—!"

Her hand flew to her own cheek, steadying herself against the overwhelming pleasure.

"I will... ahhn... punish you for this... afterwards..."

But her voice wasn’t threatening. It was dripping with need. With hunger. With absolute surrender.

Jax grinned against her skin.

’That’s more like it.’

He continued his assault. His cock pistoned in and out of her sensitive walls. Each thrust reaching deeper than the last.

Her pussy clenched around him. Desperate. Greedy.

Three consecutive thrusts kissed her cervix.

"AH—! There—! Right there—!"

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Her juices dripped down his shaft, coating his balls, splattering onto the floor with each impact.

Then the King snapped.

His hand shot forward and wrapped around Jax’s throat.

"You insolent—!"

His grip tightened. Veins bulged on his forehead.

"How—how dare you do this?! In front of me?! And to—to my mother?!"

His voice cracked with rage and disbelief.

"I am going to kill you!"

But his mother’s voice cut through.

"I said... ahhn... leave us..."

She was still moaning. Still feeling every thrust. Still riding the waves of pleasure even as her son threatened murder.

"I know him... ngh... just get out..."

The King’s grip faltered.

Betrayal. Pure, undiluted betrayal flooded his eyes.

His own mother. Choosing some human’s dick over her son’s concern.

Jax spoke through the strain of both the choking and the fucking.

"Sorry... Your Majesty... I am not at fault here..."

He thrust harder.

SMACK.

"This is... my punishment... for being a bully..."

The King understood nothing.

Behind him, the Queen’s face had turned crimson. She couldn’t look away. Couldn’t move. Just stood there, watching, blushing furiously.

The mother turned her head, wondering where this bastard found the audacity to antagonize her own son--the king while balls-deep inside her.

That’s when Jax kissed her.

Full. On the lips.

His tongue invaded her mouth without permission.

She was disgusted. A kiss with some unknown man. A human, no less.

But the heat of the moment consumed her.

Her tongue moved on its own. Wrestling his. Tasting him. Swallowing his saliva as he swallowed hers.

They separated with a wet, obscene string of spit connecting their mouths.

The King’s world went blank.

He stumbled backward. Would have fallen if his wife hadn’t caught him.

His eyes—hollow, broken—returned to the scene.

Jax had lifted his mother from behind. His arms wrapped around her belly. His cock still locked inside her. He carried her toward the bed.

Then laid down.

His mother rested on top of him, her back against his chest. His dick still buried in her cunt.

She sat up. Ready to ride him properly this time.

Then she noticed her son.

"You didn’t leave?"

She asked it casually. Like she was asking about the weather.

"Do you want me to—"

"Mother, I am not leaving!"

Oakryn’s voice was desperate now.

"I am not leaving you with this dangerous man! I know he’s manipulating y—"

She cut him off.

"Fine."

Her voice was cold. Final.

"Do whatever you want. Watch your mother get fucked in front of your eyes."

She lowered herself onto Jax’s cock with a satisfied moan.

"It doesn’t matter."

The King’s soul left his body.

He stared at the man beneath his mother. At those lust-filled eyes. At those hands now gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks, guiding his thrusts from below.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

The sounds filled the room.

Finally, Oakryn slapped both his own cheeks. Hard.

The pain grounded him.

He walked to a nearby chair and collapsed into it.

"Aldric."

His voice was hollow.

"Get out of here. Don’t let anybody else come in and witness this... absurdity."

The old servant bowed deeply. Grabbed the human boy. And left without a word.

The door closed behind them.

Silence. Except for the rhythmic slapping of flesh.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

The Queen placed a gentle hand on her husband’s shoulder.

He looked up at her with glistening eyes. A king reduced to a weeping child.

He gestured weakly.

She understood immediately.

From her side, she pulled out his magic staff and placed it in his trembling hands.

His grip tightened around it.

His tear-filled eyes turned back to Jax.

Burning with fury. With hatred. With murderous intent.

But all he could do was watch.

And wait.