Jax pushed the door open.
Empty.
The room was completely empty. Just moonlight streaming through curtains, casting silver shadows across expensive furniture.
’What the hell? I definitely saw—’
Before his mind could finish the thought, arms wrapped around his chest from behind. Soft. Warm. Unmistakably feminine.
Jax’s combat instincts flared. His muscles tensed, ready to deliver punishnt to whoever dared—
Then he caught her features in the mirror across the room.
Silver-platinum hair cascading like liquid moonlight. Green eyes glittering with mischief. Barely visible wrinkles that sohow added elegance rather than age. And those distinctly pointed elf ears.
She wore a short white silk royal dress with gold embroidery that hugged her waist like it was painted on. A jeweled belt sparkled at her hips. High heels. A small tiara nestled in her hair.
Jax recognized her instantly.
Aeliana’s grandmother.
’Fuck. I walked straight into a spider’s web like a dumb fly. The one person I wanted to avoid at this party. How the hell did I forget about this madwoman?’
Her hands explored his chest through his shirt, fingers tracing lazy patterns.
"I was really scared," she whispered, her voice dripping with false innocence. "A man following through dark corridors..."
Jax’s eye twitched.
"Hard to ignore when soone wraps their mana around like a leash."
She made an innocent face. Those green eyes widened with practiced confusion.
"I promise it wasn’t . Why would I do such a thing when I already have this neck in my grasp?"
Her free hand slithered up to his throat. Fingers dancing across his Adam’s apple. Teasing. Testing.
Jax grabbed her wrist firmly.
"Enough. I can’t play with you anymore. I have noble duties today."
He tried to sound professional.
"I need to ensure no one causes chaos at this party. And if they do, I have to outshine them."
She ignored him completely.
Her hand traveled past his chest. Slipped beneath his jacket. Past his shirt buttons. Down, down, down to his pants.
Then she grabbed his cock through the fabric.
Jax twitched involuntarily.
"I’ve been waiting for this one," she purred, her expression turning genuinely delighted. "For such a long ti."
"Careful, grandma." Jax kept his voice steady despite the situation. "At your age, too much excitent might stop your heart."
She chuckled. Dark. Dangerous.
"Grandma? At this age, I’ve played with more n and boys than your hair count, child. Drained them until they couldn’t walk straight for weeks."
Jax smirked.
"And I’ve made won scream my na so loud their ancestors heard it. So let’s not compare body counts or whatever degenerate statistics you’re tracking."
Her hand didn’t stop.
It reached his balls. Not hurting. Just jiggling. A gentle squeeze that sent electricity up his spine.
His cock stirred. The beast awakening despite his protests.
Her face moved closer. Jax anticipated a kiss.
But she bypassed his lips entirely. Her mouth stopped at his ear. He caught her scent. Floral. Ancient. Intoxicating.
"You really were a bad boy," she breathed. "Leaving your mama. Ignoring her."
Her grip on his balls tightened suddenly.
Pain jolted through his body.
"Therefore, mama will punish you for everything today."
Jax’s instincts of pain kicked in. He grabbed her body and pressed her against him. Hard.
She released his balls imdiately. Her hand retreated slowly. Navigating past his awakened cock. Teasing his nipples. Then finally exiting his clothes.
"Oops." She made another innocent face. "Sorry, dear. I didn’t intend to—"
She danced toward the bed. Laid herself across the silk sheets like a painting co to life.
"You said you’re on duty to inspect chaos at this party." Her voice turned silky. "So why not do your duty and calm down? I’m really frustrated. Angry at a certain soone."
She raised one leg.
Her heel dropped to the floor.
Clatter.
From this angle, Jax could see everything.
Her panties were soaked. Not damp. SOAKED. The white fabric had turned translucent, sticking to her pussy like a second skin. Her juices had completely drenched the material.
’She’s been craving this from the very beginning.’
Then it clicked.
The quest. It said to fuck Ilythra. The ti limit was absurdly short. And that na, he’d heard it sowhere before.
’Could the system have known about all this? Could everything unfolding be the predetermined route of the quest?’
Then he rembered.
Nerith’s father. The demon general. He’d ntioned this woman by na.
Queen Ilythra Sothing.
Jax gulped.
He closed the distance. Lifted her raised leg onto his shoulder. Looked down at her with calculated interest.
"May I know this chaotic mother’s na? For records, of course."
She gave him a confused glance.
"Well, that ca out of nowhere."
Then the innocent mask returned.
"That’s really rude, Jax. Forgetting your mama’s na."
She raised her other leg. The second heel clattered to the floor. Both legs wrapped around his neck. She pulled him toward her with surprising strength.
"But I’ll forgive you this ti. You can call Mommy Ilythra until my mood changes to sothing else."
Jax’s smile widened. ’The food is literally being served to without any work.’
He grabbed her hips and yanked her toward him. The motion pushed her dress up around her waist. Her drenched panties were now directly in front of his face.
Ilythra pouted, still in character.
"Hey, Jax! Dragging your mother like that? When did you beco such a rogue? Who do you hang around with? I’m going to scold your—"
"AHHH!"
[DP 1]
Jax’s finger plunged through her soaked panties and into her pussy.
"Hey!" She squird. "Don’t play with that part! That’s delicate—"
He didn’t let her finish.
His fingers hooked the wet fabric and ripped it aside. Then he pulled the panties off entirely, crushing them into a ball.
Squelch.
Fluid leaked everywhere. Drenching his hand. Dripping onto the floor.
"Looks like your company needs scolding too," Jax grinned. "Which mother craves her son this much?"
Her face flushed with genuine embarrassnt.
Jax threw the soaked panty ball at the wall.
Splat.
It hit the surface, leaving a wet stain before sliding down pathetically.
Looking at her, Jax’s mind wandered to another wicked woman. Old Lyra. The legendary granny from the races.
"Don’t tell Lyra was in the ga too," he muttered without thinking. "Transmigrated into this lusty one."
The atmosphere changed instantly.
He felt it before he saw it. The temperature dropped. Her expression twisted from playful to murderous.
’I fucked up.’
Her leg shot out.
THUMP.
The kick sent Jax stumbling backward.
"How DARE you think of another woman while—"
Tssk.
Vines erupted from the floor. One shot to the ceiling. Another wrapped around Jax’s wrists.
Within seconds, he was bound. Arms stretched above him. Body leaning backward. Completely at her rcy.
He could break free. The restraints weren’t that strong.
But curiosity kept him still.
Ilythra rose from the bed. Her eyes burned with fury as she stalked toward him.
She grabbed his pants and underwear.
RIIIP.
One rough pull. Everything ca down.
Her angry gaze t his.
Then traveled downward.
The fury evaporated instantly.
Her eyes glistened. Wide. Amazed. Like a child receiving candy on their birthday.
His cock stood at full attention. Thick. Long. Waiting.
Without a word, without warning, she dropped to her knees.
Her mouth engulfed him completely.
No hands. Just her lips wrapping around his shaft. Her tongue working the sensitive head. Her throat opening to receive more.
She pushed forward. Deeper. Deeper.
Until every inch of Jax’s length had vanished. His balls touched her lips. Her tongue peeked out to lick them while his cock remained buried in her throat.
"Glk... glk... glk..."
[DP 2]
She was choking herself on purpose. Addicted to the sensation from the very first taste that Jax gave her back then.
Her hands gripped his ass. Pulling him closer. Demanding more.
She sucked. Licked. Teased his sensitive tip with her tongue while he was still inside her throat.
Minutes passed.
Finally, she released him with a wet pop. Saliva dripped down her chin.
But she wasn’t satisfied.
She looked up at his bound form. Then jumped.
Her body wrapped around his leaning fra. Legs locking behind his back. Arms around his neck.
A gentle kiss landed on his forehead.
"Mama is really sorry, dear. But don’t you dare make mama angry, make her sad."
One hand hiked up her dress from below. The other guided his cock to her entrance.
Then she lowered herself.
Slowly.
His tip pushed past her folds. Her walls gripped him like a vice. Wet. Hot. Desperate.
"Nnnhh... nnnhh..."
"YESSSSS!"
[DP 3]
She started moving. Bouncing on him while he hung helplessly in vine restraints.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
[DP 1]
[DP 3]
[DP 1]
Her hips crashed against his with increasing intensity. She kissed his shoulder between thrusts.
"My son’s cock is the best," she moaned against his skin. "Better than even muscly orcs. In terms of both stamina and length."
’Orc?’
Jax’s mind processed the word. His quest demanded fucking multiple races. His mouth moved before his brain could stop it.
"Mother, can you introduce to an orc girl?"
Silence.
Her movents stopped.
’I fucked up again.’
The next thrust ca brutal. Deep. Punishing.
She stopped again, glaring at him.
But before either could speak, a voice echoed from outside.
"Mother? Are you in there?"
The door swung open without warning.
A won stood in the doorway.
Her expression froze. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth ford a perfect O.
She stared at the scene before her.
Her mother in-law. Wrapped around Jax. His cock buried inside her. Vines binding his arms.
"Mother... what are you—"
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