Chapter 45: Chapter 45 : Breaking Point[2]**
Jax’s eyes scanned the shop interface, categories glowing in his vision. His mind was laser-focused, searching for one specific item.
He scrolled past the usual offerings—stamina boosters, temporary enhancements, skill unlocks. None of them were enough. Not for what he needed today. The quest demanded endurance, raw staying power to bury his cock inside Jennifer for fifteen cumulative hours. Without the right tool, he’d burn out and shrink to a pathetic one-inch nub forever.
Then he found it.
[Eros Surge]
[Cost: 100 DP]
[Description: Upon activation, the user receives an intense boost called Eros Surge. For one day, his stamina and sexual prowess skyrocket: his body rapidly refills and recycles, allowing for unlimited endurance and instant recovery between rounds.]
’Perfect,’ Jax thought, his pulse quickening. ’This is made for today. The quest lines up exactly—endless fucking without breaking. And with the fucking I can farm pool of DP? I’ll drown in points by the end.’
He had just enough from the fisting breakthrough. He confirmed the purchase.
[Eros Surge Purchased]
[DP Remaining: 1]
[Activating...]
A rush of fire exploded through his veins, not pain but pure, throbbing energy.
The burn in his wrecked cock faded, replaced by a hot, pulsing revival. His balls churned, heavy and full again, churning fresh semen like an endless factory.
Below his waist, the limp, dead meat twitched, then swelled—veins bulging as it hardened, curving straight and proud at seven inches, thick and veiny, ready to ruin.
’Fuck yes,’ he thought, flexing his hips. ’No more limits. This beast won’t quit.’
He looked up. Jennifer had staggered to her feet, her body a sticky mess of cum and sweat. White globs leaked from her gaping pussy and asshole, trailing down her thighs . She ignored it, grabbing a comb from her dressing table and yanking it through her tangled brown hair
"If you’re finished," she said flatly, her voice dripping ice, "I have work to do."
She snatched a towel from the rack and strode toward the attached bathroom, her hips swaying despite the soreness. The door swung open, steam already curling from the hot water she cranked on.
Jax smirked, slipping in behind her like a shadow. The shower hissed to life, water cascading over her naked curves.
As she stepped under the spray, he closed the gap, his hands shooting forward to grab her heavy tits from behind. His fingers sank into the soft, slick flesh, thumbs roughly pinching her hard nipples.
Jennifer stiffened but didn’t pull away. "What the—"
"The reward isn’t complete," Jax growled into her ear, his hardening cock pressing against her ass crack. "One full day, Jennifer. All holes. Every minute. You lost the bet—now pay up."
She sighed, long and defeated, water streaming down her face. "Fine. Do what you want. Just make it quick."
His grin turned feral. He gripped her hips, yanking them back, and shoved his revived cock straight into her sloppy pussy. The tight, cum-lubed walls gripped him like a fist, still raw from the earlier abuse.
the thick head speared deep, stretching her folds wide as he bottomed out, balls slapping her clit.
Jennifer bit her lip, standing rigid under the pounding water. She didn’t moan, didn’t buck—just kept washing herself, soaping her arms and neck like he wasn’t balls-deep in her cunt, thrusting slow and hard. The steam thickened, hot spray drumming on their skin, mixing with the wet slaps of his hips against her ass.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily around his pistoning shaft, but her face stayed blank, enduring the burn as his veiny length dragged along her inner walls.
Minutes dragged on—five, ten—his cock churning her guts, the friction building that familiar pressure in his balls.
He felt it rising, unstoppable. With a grunt, he slammed deep and unloaded, hot ropes of thick cum blasting into her womb. Spurt after spurt flooded her, overflowing her stuffed pussy, white cream bubbling out around his buried cock and swirling down the drain with the water.
Jennifer shook—just a twitch, her knees buckling slightly. The scrub in her hand slipped, clattering to the wet tile. "Damn it," she muttered, bending to grab it. Her ass cheeks spread wide in the motion, her cum-dripping pussy winking at him, semen gushing out in a lewd cascade, splattering the floor.
Jax didn’t miss a beat. The Eros Surge hummed in his veins, his balls already refilling, churning fresh seed like they were bottomless.
His cock—still rock-hard, throbbing hotter than before—twitched inside her, veins pulsing against her spasming walls. He grabbed her waist, steadying her as she straightened, and rammed back in without pulling out fully.
The sloppy squelch echoed louder now, his shaft gliding through the fresh cum-lube.
This time, Jennifer felt it—the fire in his eyes reflecting off the fogged mirror, the unnatural steel in his thrusts.
His cock wasn’t softening; it was swelling thicker, harder, battering her cervix like a jackhammer. She gripped the wall, water pounding her back, but controlled her gasp, jaw locked tight.
’Keep fighting,’ Jax thought, his upgraded technique flowing like instinct—hips rolling in perfect rhythm, grinding her g-spot with every plunge, his hands kneading her tits to heighten the torment. ’I’ll break you yet. This power’s just the start.’
He pushed to his limits, body a machine: faster snaps, deeper angles, his balls smacking her clit until it swelled red and needy. Her pussy betrayed her, gushing slick around his invading cock, walls fluttering wildly.
"Ah—ngh," she hissed, a crack in her armor.
He exploded again, cum erupting in thick jets, painting her insides white once more. His balls clenched empty... then surged full, the Eros Surge recycling every drop for the next load.
[Devotion Point +2]
Panting, Jax checked the quest.
[Time Remaining: 19 hours]
[Cumulative Time Inside Jennifer Reed: 3 hours 20 minutes / 15 hours]
’About eleven and a half hours to go,’ he calculated. ’Nineteen total—doable, but I’ll need every second. No breaks.’
His stomach twisted then, a loud growl ripping through the steam. Hunger clawed at him, sharp after the marathon fuck. ’Shit, haven’t eaten since yesterday. All this pounding took a toll...’
He tsked, water cooling on his skin. ’Bath and food first. But I can multitask—stay buried the whole time. Wasting zero minutes.’
He shifted, embedding his cock fully but holding still—no thrusts, just the thick stretch filling her pussy. Jennifer jolted, soap suds sliding down her curves.
"What the hell?" she snapped, twisting her head. "Get away from me, you filthy animal!"
Jax’s grip tightened on her hips, voice low and commanding. "For the rest of the day, these holes are mine. Have you forgotten? You’re my slave now—its the bet’s terms. I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you have to obey. No questions."
Her eyes blazed fury, but the fight drained under the weight of her loss. "Fine. What now?"
"Listen good," he said, grinding just enough to make her gasp. "I’ll use your body however I crave—cock in deep, milking me dry. You won’t deny a thing. You’ll beg if I say. And Right now? Wash me clean. Rub every inch. While my dick stays locked in your sloppy cunt."
Jennifer’s face twisted in humiliation, but she grabbed the soap, lathering it between her palms.
"You’re disgusting," she muttered, hands sliding over his chest—rough circles on his pecs, thumbs flicking his nipples despite herself.
[Devotion Point +1]
"Better," Jax groaned, the warm friction sparking heat through his skin. "Arms. Back. Don’t miss a spot."
She complied, soapy hands gliding down his biceps, then around to scrub his shoulders and spine.
The motion rocked her subtly on his embedded cock, her pussy lips stretched taut around his base, inner walls twitching. "This is insane," she hissed, fingers digging into his abs. "You’re treating me like a whore."
"You are my whore today," he shot back, smirking. "Keep going. Lower."
Her hands hesitated at his hips, then dipped, soaping his thighs—but avoiding the join where his cock speared her. "I can’t... not like this."
Jax chuckled darkly. "Then bend and reach. Earn your keep."
She glared but twisted, one hand bracing the wall as she lathered his ass cheeks, fingers grazing his crack. The angle ground his shaft deeper, her clit rubbing his balls. A soft whimper escaped—stifled quick.
[Devotion Point +1]
"Legs now," he ordered. "And don’t forget the cock when I pull out."
Minutes later, clean and steaming, they stepped from the shower. Jennifer snatched a towel, wrapping it tight around her dripping tits and hips, slick hair pinned back. Jax kept his cock buried—no withdrawal, no wasted time—his arms locked around her waist as she moved.
She shuffled awkwardly toward the wardrobe, his thick length dragging inside her with every step, stirring her cum-stuffed pussy. "This is ridiculous," she grumbled, yanking open the doors.
A fresh towel flew at his face. "Fix yourself, you brute."
Jax caught it mid-air, tossing it aside. "I don’t have to. I’ve got a servant right here, Dry me off. Now."
She hissed, nails biting her palms, but snatched the towel back. "Bastard." Her hands yanked through his wet hair, rough and vengeful, then down his chest—scrubbing abs, hips, thighs with angry vigor. When she reached lower, she froze, his cock still plugging her.
"Cant wipe it while still locked," she spat.
"Fine." He pulled out with a wet pop, cum immediately drooling from her gaping folds down her inner thighs. She knelt coldly then, toweling his ass, calves, even gripping his slick shaft to wipe it—fingers squeezing the veiny length, smearing residual cream.
[Devotion Point +1]
She rose, slamming the towel away, and dressed: crisp blouse hugging her braless tits, nipples poking through; tailored pants clinging to her bare pussy, no panties to catch the leaks.
Jax pulled on his clothes quick, eyes raking her. "No undergarments today, remember?" His hand shot out, cupping her mound over the fabric—fingers pressing the seam into her swollen clit, rubbing slow circles. She jolted, a fresh gush of mixed juices soaking the crotch.
"Stop," she breathed, voice cracking.
A knock echoed from the door. A female voice called, "Madam, breakfast is ready."
Jax’s grin sharpened. "Perfect. I’m starving too." He leaned in, breath hot on her neck. "Don’t worry about food today, Jennifer. I’ll feed you plenty—straight from the source. My hot milk, pumped deep down your throat."
Her cheeks flushed crimson, but she said nothing, storming out.
They descended to the dining room, a grand space of polished oak and crystal. The long table groaned under platters: golden croissants flaking buttery, crusty baguettes sliced thick, fluffy sourdough rolls steaming warm.
Scrambled eggs piled high, poached ones glistening yolky, fried with crispy edges. Strips of bacon curled crisp, sausages fat and herbed. Bowls overflowed with sliced mango dripping sweet, ruby berries tumbling, pale melon chunks. Pitchers sweated condensation—tart orange juice, crisp apple, deep cranberry.
A silver pot bubbled coffee, rich and black.
At the far end sat Zinnia, pale and hollow-eyed, picking at a roll. Her pink hair hung limp, uniform rumpled like she’d slept in it.
Footsteps echoed. She looked up, face lighting with fragile hope. "Mother—"
Then she saw him, glued to Jennifer’s side, hand possessively on her lower back.
Her fork clattered. Eyes widening in horror, she whispered, "No..."