Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP-Chapter 211: Sexual Performance Destroys Marriages Across the Ballroom

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Sexual Performance Destroys Marriages Across the Ballroom

More than an hour had passed.

Jax had fucked both queens into oblivion.

Made them scream. Made them moan. Made them flood his devotion points counter until the numbers blurred together.

Past One Hour in a nutshell?

Tia had transformed completely. In the beginning, her cries begged him to slow down. To be gentle. To give her time to adjust.

Now?

"Harder! Don’t you dare stop!"

Every time Jax showed signs of slacking, she demanded more. Her voice had shifted from hesitant noble to desperate whore craving her next fix.

And after filling her cunt for the third time, Ilythra couldn’t hold back anymore.

She had forced herself onto him. But this time, Jax was in control.

He threw her face-first onto the bed. Stood on the ground behind her. Grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs wide. One hundred eighty degrees. Maybe even more.

"Wait— that’s too— AHHHN!"

Just before her screams turned from pleasure to genuine pain, he stopped spreading.

Then brutally fucked her.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

His hips pistoned forward with savage rhythm. Each thrust drove the former queen’s face deeper into the mattress.

Meanwhile, Tia had positioned herself on the cold floor beneath them. Her naked ass felt the chill of the stone, but her body heat and the madness consuming her didn’t register such trivial sensations.

She sat directly under Jax’s swinging balls.

Her tongue extended, attempting to lick them as he pounded her mother above.

Slrp... slrp...

Amateur. Completely amateur.

She couldn’t follow his brutal rhythm at all. Her tongue missed more than it connected. And worse, his heavy sack kept slapping against her cheeks with every forward thrust.

Fwap! Fwap!

Her face was being used as a percussion instrument for his balls.

This absurdity had continued for over an hour now.

Jax had been churned dry by these mad women. Every position he could imagine, he had tried. Well, that was true for Tia specifically. Ilythra didn’t care about positions. She just wanted a dick rubbing her insides, giving her the best sensations possible.

He had banged them pinned against the wall, thrusting from behind.

He had laid on the bed with Ilythra in cowgirl position while simultaneously spanking Tia’s raised ass.

He had positioned Tia on the small sofa, elevating her hips, then proceeded to destroy both the furniture and her gorgeous pussy.

Crack!

The sofa leg had given out halfway through.

Neither of them cared.

Multiple loads had been deposited into their wanting holes.

And still, the winner was clear.

Ilythra: 5. Tia: 3.

The former queen had claimed five of Jax’s cumshots while asserting complete dominance over her daughter.

Even now, she was getting railed by his cock.

Jax was exhausted. His dick actually itched from overuse. He had just finished loading Ilythra’s pussy in a butter churner pose, her legs folded over her head while he drilled straight down.

After that, Jax collapsed in surrender.

But she wasn’t done.

Her pussy still leaking his seed, Ilythra positioned herself above him for a socket pose. This time targeting a different hole.

She tried lowering herself onto his cock, attempting to take it in her ass. But the angle was wrong. She couldn’t adjust properly.

Her eyes found Tia.

"Help your mother."

Tia crawled over obediently. Her fingers wrapped around Jax’s shaft and guided it to her mother’s puckered entrance.

Ilythra felt the head press against her ring.

"Perfect."

She slowly descended, taking his cock inch by inch into her ass.

"Oh gods... this feels incredible..."

"Ogooohhh...!"

Shlorp~ Shlorp~

"This is the best..."

Her face twisted into that familiar expression of pure depravity.

Then she turned around with an angry glare.

"Son, why aren’t you moving? Fuck your mother hard!"

Poor Jax.

His body screamed for rest, but he followed her command anyway. Forced thrusts pushed upward into her tight hole.

Their rhythm synchronized perfectly. Each time he thrust up, Ilythra would slam down with her own force, banging her ass against his pelvis.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Then Tia, still trapped in her horny phase, positioned herself above Jax’s face. She faced her mother, their eyes meeting as both rode the same man.

She lowered her pussy until it pressed against his mouth.

Jax had no choice but to taste the hole he had marked in countless ways tonight.

Slurp~ Slurp~ Chupon~

Pla-plap-plap-plap!

Creak-creak-creak!

The slurping. The fucking. The bed protesting beneath their combined weight.

All of it echoed through the room until Jax stopped licking.

His body tensed. His hips bucked involuntarily. A guttural groan escaped his throat.

"Nngh... fuck..."

His back arched off the mattress as the last reserves in his balls prepared to launch.

Then he came.

Plop.

Jax pulled his cock free. The cum didn’t flow out this time. It wasn’t thick enough. Wasn’t plentiful enough.

What little remained simply hugged her asshole ring, visible from behind like a creamy decoration.

Ilythra panted heavily.

"Daughter. Put it back in. I’m not done."

Before Jax could protest, Tia’s finger poked inside her mother’s cum-filled asshole.

"Ahhn!"

"Mother, that’s enough."

Tia’s voice carried unexpected authority.

"I want it too. You’re taking everything for yourself."

Her finger stirred the deposit inside.

"You were the one who said you’d share. You even convinced me to join. So at least let me have a proper share. Please."

Ilythra clicked her tongue in annoyance.

But Tia wasn’t waiting for permission anymore.

She positioned herself over Jax’s cock, facing him directly.

"Wait!"

Jax’s voice cracked with exhaustion.

"I really can’t continue. I—"

Tia’s expression shifted. Pleading. Desperate. Those white eyes glistened with need.

"Just once. After this, I won’t ask for more. Just fill me one last time."

Jax stared at her for a long moment.

Then sighed.

He reached down, grabbed her feet, and lifted them toward his face. His nose pressed against her sole. Inhaling. Smelling. Examining.

Tia’s eyes sparkled.

That was a yes.

In that position, with her feet being worshipped, she began riding his cock.

Her hips rose and fell. His shaft, despite its exhaustion, somehow remained hard enough to penetrate her soaked pussy.

Schlick-schlick-schlick!

Her wetness made the entry smooth. Her walls, already loosened from hours of abuse, welcomed him back like an old friend.

"Ahhn... yes... finally..."

She bounced faster. Grinding. Rolling her hips in circles while Jax continued sniffing between her toes.

Fwap! Fwap! Fwap!

The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room once more.

Then Jax noticed something.

The faint glow from the runic stone had disappeared.

And above them, through the ceiling, he could hear a commotion. Many footsteps. People running.

’Something’s happening up there.’

He cursed internally. Something entertaining was occurring, and he was missing it.

But then he decided.

’Fuck it.’

He released Tia’s feet, spread her legs wide, raised his hips slightly, and thrust upward with renewed force.

"Kyaaaah!"

Her scream pierced the air.

He was fucking her so hard now specifically to drown out the sounds from above. If he couldn’t enjoy the chaos upstairs, he would create superior chaos down here.

Schlick-schlick-schlick!

Clap! Clap! Clap!

His flesh pounded against hers with brutal intensity. The wet sounds of their fucking dominated everything else.

And finally, Jax came inside her pussy.

Tia didn’t let him pull out.

She collapsed onto his chest, keeping his spent cock buried deep within her. Her body weight pinned him to the mattress.

They lay there together, breathing heavily, thoroughly satisfied.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall.

Lysandra exhaled with profound relief.

The sounds of horror had finally stopped.

But within seconds, she realized the silence was worse.

The hall erupted again. Not from the speakers this time. The guests themselves had transformed the elegant ballroom into a fish market.

Couples argued everywhere. Voices raised. Fingers pointed.

Lysandra moved through the chaos, catching fragments of conversation.

Her ears locked onto one particularly loud exchange.

"You were hard too! Look at your pants!"

Countess Echidna jabbed a finger at her husband’s crotch.

"That doesn’t change the fact that you were staring at other men’s dicks!"

"And why wouldn’t I?"

Her voice rose with fury.

"I was horny! Just like you! Don’t you dare talk to me like that when you were staring at other ladies too!"

She took a breath.

"You know what? Screw it. I’m going to say it."

Her husband’s face paled.

"You had the smallest bulge here tonight."

The words hit like physical blows.

"Not only did you embarrass me, but you made me realize how much fun I’ve been missing my entire life!"

She wasn’t done.

"What was your time last night? Three minutes? Maybe four? And that includes taking off both our clothes!"

Her laugh was bitter. Cruel.

"That boy lasted ninety minutes straight. Ninety!"

Her husband’s voice came out broken. Defeated.

"I can... I..."

Nothing coherent followed.

Countess Echidna delivered the final blow.

"Maybe I should adopt a child. Or maybe find that same guy."

She paused.

"Because your genes would fail there too."

Lysandra felt a part of her soul die listening to this.

She looked around at other couples engaged in similar arguments. Who was staring at whom. Whose bedroom performance was lacking. Whose bulge was bigger.

The entire nobility had descended into mutual destruction.

Then her gaze caught movement.

Two women emerged from a hallway.

Queen Tia and former Queen Ilythra.

Their faces glowed with satisfaction. Their hair remained slightly disheveled despite obvious attempts to fix it. Their walks carried a particular wobble that spoke volumes.

As they passed, Lysandra bowed deeply.

"I am so sorry, Your Majesty. For everything that happened tonight."

Tia blinked in confusion.

"For what?"

Lysandra’s brain short-circuited.

Ilythra spoke up with a radiant smile.

"My dear headmistress, this was the best banquet I’ve attended in my entire century of existence."

She patted Lysandra’s shoulder warmly.

"Hold this event every month. I will personally donate to such a noble cause."

They walked away, leaving Lysandra frozen in complete bewilderment.

Then she saw him.

Emerging from the same hallway.

Jax.

Looking around with barely contained excitement, as if searching for whatever chaos he had missed.