CHAPTER 99: CHAPTER 99: FUCKFEST (3)

Jax was exhausted, leaning against the window as he watched the sunrise paint the sky in shades of orange. The room still reeked of sweat and sex from the night before.

The door opened softly, letting Anya in. She wore a dark green elegant dress that hugged her curves, and underneath, the thin fabric revealed light green lace lingerie that highlighted the paleness of her skin. Her lips trembled, but her eyes gleamed with determination.

"Jax..." she whispered, closing the door behind her. "Would you... come with me?"

Jax slowly turned his head, scanning her up and down. He was drained, almost at his limit, but the sight of that mature woman—sensual and vulnerable at the same time—lit him up once again. With a faint smirk, he nodded.

Anya led him to her room. Unlike the others, hers was quite simple: just an extra bed and a few toys. It looked like she hadn’t had time to decorate it.

"Give me a moment, I need to use the bathroom."

"Of course... take your time."

Once inside, Jax leaned on the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were tired, but deep down, the same fire still burned. He clenched his fists, wondering how he could push for another round when he was completely drained.

The image of the moon goddess flashed in his mind as he went over his skills, searching for something useful.

"Got it..." he muttered to himself. "If that skill heals all my wounds and resets me... then there’s no reason it can’t refill my balls too."

[Sanctuary of Life]

A shiver ran through his entire body. Fatigue vanished as if it had never existed. His muscles surged with strength, his breathing became steady and firm, and his erection returned with brutal force, as if the night had only just begun.

"Interesting..." Jax murmured, glancing down at his crotch as he positioned himself to piss.

At that moment, Anya appeared behind him, wrapping her warm, delicate arms around his waist. Her perfume surrounded him.

"Need some help...?" she whispered into his ear.

Jax chuckled darkly.

"If you want to serve me that badly... then do it."

Without hesitation, she knelt down, pulling his pants down with trembling hands. She freed his cock, hard and throbbing, helping him relieve himself. But when he finished, instead of pulling away, she brought it straight to her lips. Her cheeks flushed as she sucked him with devotion, making sure to leave him spotless, while Jax looked down at her with a sadistic grin.

Once he was satisfied, he grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

"That was nice..." he said with a crooked smile. "But this is just the beginning."

He helped her to her feet and walked out of the bathroom first, calmly adjusting his pants. Anya followed a few seconds later, her cheeks still flushed and her lips glistening.

As they crossed the threshold into the room, she stopped him, grabbing his wrist. Before he could say anything, she hugged him tightly, pressing her body against his as if afraid he might vanish.

"Jax..." her voice shook, breaking with emotion. "Thank you for saving Ren. He means everything to me... if something had happened to him, I don’t know what I would’ve done."

Jax raised a brow, watching her calmly, but didn’t return the hug immediately. He simply let her cling to him, as if enjoying her vulnerability.

"It was nothing," he said in a low, almost paternal voice. "That boy is family now. Just like you... just like all of you. I won’t let anything happen to you, ever."

Tears welled up in Anya’s eyes. She looked at him with trembling lips, and after a moment, she took a deep breath with newfound resolve.

"Then... the only thing I can offer you is myself."

She pulled away from the hug, walked to a drawer beside the bed, and opened it.

Jax’s eyes followed her, curious, until he saw her pull out a set of polished iron chains, a spreader bar with rings, a velvet blindfold, a collar with a leash, and a leather gag.

The silence grew heavy for a few seconds. Jax narrowed his eyes and smirked in disbelief.

"And where the hell did you get all this?" he asked with amusement, crossing his arms.

Anya’s face turned crimson, but she didn’t look away.

"I asked Tala... the blacksmith."

Jax let out an incredulous laugh.

"No way. You wouldn’t have had the guts."

She clutched the chains to her chest, trembling, but stayed firm.

"It was her idea. Tala... told me that if I truly wanted to give you something, I had to be brave."

For the first time that night, Jax went silent. His smile slowly spread as he licked his lips.

"Well, well... looks like that blacksmith is having way too much fun giving you girls ideas."

The air thickened, electric. Anya lowered her head, biting her lip, waiting for his response.

Jax stepped forward and snatched the chains from her hands, making the metal clink.

"Alright then... let’s see how far your gratitude goes."

Jax picked up the leather leash and snapped it in the air, enjoying the sound. Then he hooked it firmly around Anya’s neck, as if it had always belonged there.

"On all fours," he commanded in a deep tone.

Anya obeyed instantly, placing her hands and knees on the floor, her face burning with shame and arousal. Her dress bunched against the floor, her ass perfectly outlined by the tight fabric.

Jax tugged the leash, forcing her to crawl forward. He paraded her around the room like an obedient pet, guiding her with sharp, firm pulls. The clinking of the chain mixed with her quickened breath, and every time she looked up, she saw him walking tall, imposing, absolute master of the moment.

"Good... that’s what I like," he said with a twisted smile, stopping next to the bed.

Suddenly, Jax yanked the leash hard, pulling her face right to his crotch. Without a word, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock, hard, throbbing, still glistening from her earlier attention.

"Now... clean it again. But this time, I want more than just your tongue."

Anya wrapped both hands around him, closing her eyes as she slowly slid him into her mouth. Her lips traveled down to the base, her throat vibrating with a muffled moan. Jax held her by the leash, setting the pace of her bobbing head, pulling her deeper whenever he wanted.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixed with Anya’s muffled gasps and Jax’s deep breaths. He arched his back slightly, savoring the tight, wet heat around him.

"That’s it... good bitch," he murmured, caressing her hair with one hand while keeping the leash taut with the other.