One by one, they came to him.
First Manaia, then Zela, and after them the line never seemed to end. Lyra, Karely, Tala once again even though she could barely stand, and the rest… every single one ended up spreading open for Jax and his clone. The refuge was drowned in screams, wet moans, and the obscene sound of surrender.
Hours passed, yet Jax never stopped. His new power burned inside him like molten fire: a demigod, inexhaustible, relentless. Every thrust, every release, every climax ripped from those women was energy he immediately recovered by moving it within his own body. His muscles knew no fatigue, his breathing never faltered. He was an eternal predator, and they were prey begging to be devoured.
When the last woman collapsed in a puddle of sweat, tears, and fluids, the ground itself was soaked with their essence. The air was thick, hot, heavy, carrying the final broken moans that melted into sweet sobs.
