Chapter 142: In front of her ( R18 )

The air in the cell, already thick with the stench of despair and stale mana, became suffocating. Alexi’s world had shrunk to the three feet of cold stone floor between her and the man she once knew.

The man who she remembered from Earth, a presence who she had ignored compared to Killian, the man who she knew was a playboy who’d been with dozens of girls at their school.

Now, in this other world, that boy was now the Demon King.

His face was the same, yet utterly transformed. The softness of youth had been carved away, replaced by sharp, arrogant lines and the chilling, ancient wisdom in his golden eyes.

“No,” she whispered again, the word a fragile, desperate shield against the onslaught of truth. “No, you’re dead. It can’t possibly be you,”

“You’re looking right at me,” Jax said with a sadistic smile, turning his gaze back to Natasha, who stood beside him, her body radiating a sublime, willing submission.

His hand, possessive and sure, roamed over the curve of her hip, “But let’s not dwell on the past. Let’s talk about the future. Yours, hers, and mine.”

He looked back down at Alexi, who was still sprawled on the floor, her tears mixing with the grime of her prison. “You see, Alexi, you and your party always operated under a flawed premise. You believed in strength through unity, through virtue, through the blessing of your distant, absentee Goddesses. You believed your bonds were unbreakable.” He chuckled, a dark, mocking sound, “Natasha was Killian’s cousin. His closest confidant. And yet…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. He demonstrated.

With a sudden, brutal motion, he grabbed the front of Natasha’s simple tunic. The fabric, reinforced and durable, meant nothing to his demonic strength. It ripped apart with a sickening tear, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the small cell.

He didn’t stop there. He tore at her clothes with a furious, almost careless intensity, shredding them from her body until she stood before him, naked and exposed, the cool dungeon air raising goosebumps on her skin.

Alexi let out a strangled gasp, her hands flying to her mouth. She wanted to look away, to close her eyes, but she was paralyzed, a horrified spectator to her own worst nightmare.

Jax’s hands were all over Natasha’s body, not with the reverence of a lover, but with the rough, proprietary grip of an owner.

He squeezed her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his thumbs roughly brushing her already hardening nipples.

“♥ HH~Fuckk Jax~aaahhn…, Haa~Yess!~hhh…AAhhhhAhn…, AHahhhnNHn…♥” Natasha moaned out as she felt his hands roaming her body possessively, pressing all of her buttons to give her intense pleasure.

He slid a hand down her stomach, over the flat plane of her abdomen, to cup her sex, his fingers possessively pressing against her folds, which were already slick with obvious arousal.

Natasha arched into his touch, her body begging for more, a perfect, willing instrument of his pleasure.

“You see, Alexi?” Jax’s voice was a venomous whisper directed at the horrified woman on the floor. “This is what real power looks like. Not the power to command lightning or summon fire. The power to rewrite loyalty. To turn devotion into worship. To make a Hero of the Light beg to be defiled.”

He shoved Natasha hard, forcing her to her knees. She landed with a soft thud, looking up at him with an expression of utter adoration, her red eyes gleaming with a feverish light. “Now,” he commanded, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Show our guest what you’ve learned. Show her what it means to serve.”

Natasha’s hands trembled with eagerness as she reached for the fastenings of his trousers. Her movements were practiced, efficient.

Within moments, his cock was free, thick, hard, and already glistening at the tip with precum. It was a monstrous, imposing sight, a symbol of his absolute dominance.

Alexi sobbed, a raw, broken sound as she saw this, her disbelief turning to agony as she saw Natasha worshipping Jax, and then the slow creep of lust came for her, her pussy throbbing as she smelt the masculine scent of Jax’s throbbing cock.

Natasha leaned forward, not with the hesitant reverence of their first time, but with the desperate hunger of a true addict.

She pressed her lips to the head of his cock in a fervent kiss, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of fluid there. Then, without further preamble, she took him into her mouth.

She began to suck him off with a frantic, worshipful energy. Her head bobbed up and down, her lips forming a tight seal, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction.

She took him deep, her throat working as she fought to take every inch, her moans of pleasure vibrating around his thick shaft. It was a raw, primal performance, a masterclass in submission, and every second of it was a fresh dagger in Alexi’s heart.

Jax looked down at Natasha, a look of cruel satisfaction on his face. Then, he shifted his gaze back to Alexi. He watched her, his golden eyes burning with triumphant fire, as she watched the woman who was once her comrade, her friend, eagerly degrade herself for him.

“Watch her, Alexi,” he commanded, his voice a harsh, guttural rasp. “Watch and learn. This is the only loyalty that matters now. This is the only faith that has any power in this world.”

He grabbed a fistful of Natasha’s hair, forcing her to take him even deeper, his hips beginning to rock, fucking her mouth with rough, punishing thrusts.

Natasha gagged, a wet, choking sound, but she didn’t pull back. If anything, she redoubled her efforts, her hands coming up to grip his thighs, her fingernails digging into his flesh as she surrendered completely to the brutal face-fucking.

Alexi could only watch, her mind shattering into a million pieces. The image was burned into her retinas:

Natasha, the proud, noble Hero, on her knees, tears of pleasure and exertion streaming down her face as she choked on the cock of the monster they had all sworn to destroy. And the monster was Jax.

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