Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Breaking Point[1]**
Jax’s body moved on instinct now. His mind was fractured between desperation and calculation.
His throbbing cock pushed into her ass, the impossibly tight ring of her asshole resisting like a vice before finally yielding with a lewd as well as sucking pop. Inch by inch, he sank deeper into that scorching that tight grip.
Her hole clenching around his Cock like it was trying to strangle the life out of him. Jennifer’s body got tensed, her hands gripping the corner of the desk for support.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. Her face remained blank.
Bored.
’Shit,’ Jax thought, his jaw slightly clenching. ’This bitch. Why won’t she feel anything? Why is she resisting so hard?’
He adjusted his angle pulling her hips back roughly trying to find something or anything that would crack her composure.
His balls slapped against her dripping pussy with each desperate thrust, the obscene wet smacks filling the room as he buried his cock balls-deep in her ass, stretching her forbidden depths to their limit.
He shifted positions.
Bent her over the desk fully his hands pinning her wrists above her head, her tits flattening against the cold surface as he pounded into her asshole from behind, his hips slamming forward with brutal force.
Then he dragged her to the bed, laying her on her side, one leg hooked high over his shoulder to open her up wider his cock spearing into her clenching ring at a deeper angle, the friction burning like fire along his length.
Then back against the wall, her palms flat against the surface, back arched like a bow as he rutted up into her from below, her ass cheeks jiggling with every savage plunge, his cock disappearing into that greedy, semen-slicked hole.
Each position, each angle, he searched for a reaction thrusting harder, grinding his hips to rub against her inner walls, feeling her asshole flutter and spasm around his invading cock.
Nothing.
Her breathing stayed steady. Her expression stayed cold.
His frustration mounted with every passing second, his balls aching from the relentless pounding, sweat dripping down his back as he fucked her ass raw.
Minutes blurred. His body screamed at him to stop, but he couldn’t. The quest timer ticked down in the corner of his vision, mocking him.
Finally, he felt it building again. The pressure in his core, the tension coiling tight like a spring about to snap.
He gripped her hips harder, fingers bruising her pale skin, thrusting deeper, faster this time and his cock swelling impossibly thicker inside her ass. His release hit like a wave, balls contracting as he erupted.
Hot semen poured into her, thick ropes of cum blasting against the extreme depths of her hole, flooding her ass with scorching heat that painted her insides white. The sheer volume of his load made her belly feel full, the overflow bubbling back around his pistoning shaft in creamy spurts.
And then a sound.
Barely audible. A soft exhale. A hitch in her breath. Something between a moan and a gasp, quickly stifled a faint mournful whimper of twisted pleasure that escaped her lips like a secret betrayal.
[Devotion Point +2]
Relief flooded through him. ’Finally.’
But then reality crashed down.
’Two points? After three releases of my semen? Are you kidding me?’
He pulled back, breathing hard, his spent cock slipping free with a wet feeling, strings of cum connecting them for a moment before snapping. His body ached. His muscles trembled.
’My body’s going to break before I even hit ten points. And I can’t use the elixir again for another day.’
Frustration ignited into anger. Raw, burning anger.
He shoved forward again, same position, same hole.
Jennifer leaned against the desk, her body still slick from earlier, her asshole gaping slightly from the abuse, leaking a thin trail of his previous load down her thigh.
His palm cracked against her skin. The sound echoed sharp and loud, a meaty smack that rippled through her flesh. Red marks bloomed across her pale ass cheek her skin welting up instantly under his assault.
He didn’t hold back. Another slap. Then another more harder, leaving handprints of his brutality, her ass jiggling from the impacts as he lined up and rammed his hardening cock back into her cum-lubed asshole, the sloppy seconds making every thrust glide in with filthy ease.
She hissed through her teeth but didn’t cry out. Didn’t beg him to stop—just that sharp hiss of pain-laced defiance as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping her swollen pussy lips.
He moved harder, faster, pouring every ounce of frustration into each motion, his cock churning the mess inside her ass into a frothy cream that squelched obscenely with every plunge.
When his release came again, it was violent.
Seed flooded her completely, so much that it didn’t drip it overflowed like a fountain, gushing out around his buried shaft in hot, pearly jets that splattered her thighs and the desk below, her asshole clenching around him as if milking every last drop.
[Devotion Point +2]
’Damn it. Not enough. I need more.’
His body refused to cooperate now. His cock was softening, exhausted, the strength draining from him, wilting inside her even as he tried to grind deeper.
But he couldn’t stop. The quest loomed over him like a guillotine.
He forced himself forward again. Pushed through the pain, the exhaustion, the numbness spreading through his core—willing his cock to stiffen one more time in that abused, cum-stuffed hole, thrusting sloppily as semen slurped out with each withdrawal.
Another release. Weak this time. Barely anything left—just a pathetic dribble of thin cum oozing into her overflowing ass.
[Devotion Point +2]
He collapsed onto the bed, dragging Jennifer with him. She sat above him, her body was unresponsive, her asshole still twitching and leaking his loads onto his groin.
He gripped her hips and forced movement, his body screaming in protest. Everything hurt.
His cock felt like it was on fire, pain replacing every other sensation as he shoved upward into her pussy this time, the switch to her slick, neglected cunt a momentary relief—her folds parting greedily around his battered cock, walls were so hot which was already soaked from the earlier abuse.
Another release. This one pulled from the very bottom of his reserves—a weak spurt of semen coating her pussy depths.
[Devotion Point +1]
He lay there, gasping, staring at the ceiling.
’I should’ve focused on her other entrance from the start. She can’t resist there as easily.’
His body had given up completely now. He couldn’t feel anything below his waist except searing pain, his cock a limp, throbbing ruin.
’If I don’t have the strength left... then I’ll use something else.’
He pulled her to the edge of the bed, positioning her carefully, legs splayed wide.
His hand moved lower, fingers pressing against her slick entrance—her pussy lips puffy and glistening, still quivering from the cum he’d dumped inside earlier.
The heat shocked him. She was trembling, her body shaking from pain, from exhaustion, from everything—her inner thighs slick with a mix of sweat, pussy juices and drying semen.
He pushed two fingers inside, then three, her walls clenching around him like a furnace, wet and burning hot.
He moved his hand faster, ignoring her shivers, ignoring the way her body tried to reject the intrusion—thrusting deep, knuckles grinding against her clit, her pussy farting out bubbles of his old cum with each plunge.
No points appeared.
’Come on. Let it out. How long can you resist?’
Minutes passed. His wrist ached. Still nothing—just the wet, rhythmic motion of his fingers fucking her sopping cunt, her hips twitching faintly despite her iron will.
He glanced at the timer again. Time was slipping away.
’This isn’t working. I’m wasting time. And my body still isn’t recovering.’
Desperation clawed at him.
He pressed his entire hand forward. Wrist-deep into her greedy pussy, her lips stretching obscenely around his knuckles as he forced his fist inside, the tight heat enveloping him up to the forearm in a vice of slick muscle.
Her walls rippled and fluttered wildly around the intrusion, hot cream gushing out in response.
He moved fast no just too fast, his hand pumping in and out with frantic urgency, fisting her ravaged pussy like a piston, the lewd, sloppy sounds echoing as her juices sprayed with each withdrawal, coating his arm in shiny filth.
Jennifer’s composure finally cracked.
"Ahh—stop—!"
[Devotion Point +1]
Her scream tore through the room. Her walls clenched violently around his invading fist, pussy spasming in betrayal as a gush of her own slick arousal squirted out, soaking the sheets.
He didn’t stop. He pushed harder, faster, chasing every point he could squeeze out—twisting his wrist to grind against her deepest spots, her clit throbbing under his thumb as he railed her with his whole hand.
[Devotion Point +1]
[Devotion Point +1]
A devilish grin spread across his face.
’There it is.’
He pulled his hand back, breathing hard, strings of her cream and his old semen clinging to his skin like obscene jewelry. His body was wrecked, but his mind was sharp.
He opened his status screen.
[Quest Progress: Endurance Challenge]
[Time Remaining: 21 hours]
[Cumulative Time Inside Jennifer Reed: 2 hours 30 minutes / 15 hours]
[Total Devotion Points : 101]
He exhaled slowly. ’Ninety-nine percent done. The rest is easy.’
His eyes flicked to the screen again.
’System. Open shop.’
The interface glowed to life in his vision, categories spreading out before him.
His grin widened.