""You are sitted with the devil... and you are afraid of a demon:""

Daxen, a brilliant but bad-minded young boy, finds himself in a parallel world where everything seems to be linked with havoc.

At first, he thought he was dreaming, that his mind was playing tricks on him. But not until it had dawned on him.

Growing up, Daxen believed the world belonged to the strong, because he had always been at the mercy of bullies. Constantly beaten, mocked, and pushed aside, he began to lose faith in kindness.

 Over time, his heart hardened. He stopped caring. He developed a cold, calculating mindset, one that thrived on revenge. Pain; once something he feared, became something he delivered. 

Especially to bullies.

He started learning how to play smart, how to always pay back, how to get revenge in a cold way. His feelings for when someone is in pain died, since he now draws pleasure in giving pain to bullies.

Mercy faded from his heart, replaced with a twisted satisfaction in seeing his tormentors suffer.

But something had happened. He had been assessed and was picked to join a force to defend his world.

How can someone as bad-minded as he is do that?

Still, the choice was made. And now, Daxen must fight. Train. Endure brutal trials to grow stronger, to survive, to rank up and eventually, defend his world, and himself.

But the path wasn’t easy. The trials were something else, merciless. The journey tested his very soul. It made him do things, think things, see things that weren’t sensible to any mere being.

He had to slay what he never believed existed, to him they were bullies of the bullies and that was what he hated the most.

But as he advanced, he changed. With each step he became a better version of what he was, a darker version, some might call it an omen, a bad one.

For He became…

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"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.


[You have maxed the orgasm of a sex beast]


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


Chapter 34 - ABOUT TIME