CHAPTER 34: ABOUT TIME

"Yes... yes... oh God..." she cried, rolling her hips.

Dax joined her rhythm, thrusting upward to meet her downward strokes. Their movements quickened, the clash of their bodies echoing in the hall.

"Ahhh... ahhhhhhh!" the queen yelled, climaxing hard and wet. She slowed, satisfied, but Dax had not yet come; his body still burned with unfinished hunger.

She rose unsteadily from him, her feet trembling.

"Stevon," she gasped, voice cracked and raw, "you are a beast. Your gift awaits you..." Her sex still dripped as she wrapped her gown around herself and left the hall.

Dax calmly pulled on his pants. He was still hard. He still wanted more. That ass, he would devour it if that’s what it took to finish.

And then:

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[You have maxed the orgasm of a sex beast]

[Devil essence unlocked: 89%]

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"I DON’T FUCKEN CARE"

Dax didn’t let the insidious voice in his head finish. He sprang up, a predator unleashed, and chased after the queen.

The irony was a bitter tang in his mouth. Funny how a sex beast who beheaded men for failing to please her couldn’t make him cum. Dax, the pathetic nerd, the weirdo hiding inside the body of the poor Stevon.

Well, he wasn’t that man anymore. Not after this... encounter. And now he was scurrying with quick, silent steps to the queen’s room. She can’t be the only one satisfied, right?

Her door was ajar. She was already dressed in a silky, silver gown, the kind she wore into her steam-filled bathroom.

She stood beside her colossal bed, trying to pin her hair up for a bath, a picture of post-coital repose.

’But was she truly satisfied?’ Dax’s enhanced senses could still make out the wet, pearlescent traces of their union glistening as they ran down her inner thighs.

His eyes, however, were locked on her ass. The delicate silver silk of the gown clung to it, hinting at the sublime roundness beneath, the curve that made his mouth water. It called to him, a siren’s song of flesh and sin.

Just then, she noticed his presence, turning her head slightly.

"Hey, Stev," she called, her tone already rasped and ruined from her screams, leaving Dax to wonder if he had been both cruel and magnificent.

"Hey," he replied back, his voice tight, his smile a forced grimace. His cock was a rigid, angry bar against his stomach, screaming its neglect.

"Do you need anything?" she asked, just as the hairpin she was holding slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.

"Damn," she snapped, bending over to search for it.

The motion was his undoing. It made her ass stand out, alluring, round, and so utterly seductive it short-circuited the last of his control.

’Fuck.’

The snarl was animalistic. He shoved his pants down again, quickly, quietly, a lion stalking its prey. He launched forward, his hand snaking out to draw her gown up above her waist, baring the magnificent twin orbs to the cool air.

He was right. She had positioned her ass perfectly for him.

A feral smile touched his lips as he claimed his gift. He leaned forward, positioned his weeping cock at her tight, unseen entrance, and then, with a steady, relentless pressure, he entered her ass.

"Huhhhhhhhhh!" Her moan was a guttural punch of air forced from her lungs.

The feeling engulfed her. The stretch was immense, unbelievable, a full, burning invasion. She had never been taken this way before, not even by her beast of a husband. Dax was the first. The glory, the eight wonder of the world, was all his.

It was tight. So incredibly tight her inner walls pressed against his cock like a silken, unyielding fist, massaging every screaming nerve ending.

Slowly, he pulled outwards, then slid back in, a bit harder this time.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Daddy! God, you are big... easy...!" The queen cried out, her eyes slamming shut, the hand she used to brace herself on the bed trembling violently with a confusing mix of shock and white-hot anticipation.

Dax ignored her plea. He set a rhythm, each thrust becoming smoother, severer, fueled by a bottomless urge. Then he lost all control. He started pistoning into her, in and out, a brutal, driving pace.

The sound of her ass cheeks slapping against his bare hips filled the room...

kpa kpa kpa...

a lewd, rhythmic percussion that drove him wild. He grabbed her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, increasing his thrusts, going deeper, hungrier.

Her breasts, freed from her gown, dangled huge and massive, swaying with the violent force of his possession.

The queen moaned, a continuous, mindless sound of overwhelmed pleasure.

"Are you my queen?" Dax breathed, the words ragged through the haze of his motion.

"No! No, daddy!" She moaned, her body slamming back against him.

The next thing she felt was a sudden, sharp whack as his palm connected with her ass cheek. It jiggled at the impact, the sting reverberating through her, instantly converting into a shocking bolt of pleasure that made her clench around him.

"Who are you?" Dax demanded, slapping her other ass cheek.

"I’m your bitch! Your dirty little whore, daddy! Uhhhh!" she moaned, the humiliation and ecstasy mixing into a potent drug.

Dax was climaxing. He became faster, thrusting deeper and hungrier, a machine of pure pleasure. And then he came, a white-hot, seemingly endless torrent spilling into her with one final, bone-deep thrust that locked their bodies together.

But as his orgasm ripped through him, something else tore at him. A dizzying, disorienting pull. The world started to spin, the opulent room tilting on its axis, about to tumble into blackness.

It was as if everything paused, the sound cutting out, the sensation freezing. He saw himself as though pulled through a fractured pane of glass. He was out, floating, a spectator to his own body.

He could see Stevon’s form, still buried inside the queen’s prone body, now utterly still.

And then...

Darkness.