Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

The taste of her skin was still on his tongue, a mix of salt and something uniquely her. Before Zharina could process the strange intimacy of him licking her hand, Jax moved.

He grabbed her, his arms locking around her body in a vice-like grip. In one fluid, powerful motion, he fell backward onto the bed, pulling her with him. The world spun for Zharina, and she landed on top of him, sprawled across his chest.

For a single, glaring moment, the reality was undeniable. She was bigger than him. Her frame, toned and muscular from a life of discipline and combat, completely overshadowed his leaner form. She was a warrior pinned by a strategist.

'He's so much smaller... how is he this strong?' The thought was a desperate flash in her mind.

Then he closed the gap. His hand snaked up to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, and he forced her face down to his. The kiss wasn't romantic. It was a brutal invasion.

His lips crushed against hers, his tongue demanding entry. She clenched her teeth, a final fortress, but he bit her lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her gasp in shock.

"Mmpphh!"

It was the opening he needed. His tongue plunged into her mouth, dominating the space. She struggled, her hands pushing against his shoulders, but he was an immovable rock.

Her lungs burned, screaming for air. Just as black spots began to dance at the edge of her vision, he released her.

She gasped, dragging in a desperate, ragged breath. "Hah... ahhh..."

It was a mere moment of respite. She saw his eyes, dark and hungry, already scanning for a new playground.

They landed on her neck, where soft, delicate scales met smooth skin. He licked a stripe up the column of her throat, a disgusting, wet preview.

Then he dug his teeth in.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, a sharp cry of genuine pain.

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But the monster didn't let go. He worried at the flesh, sucking and biting as if trying to taste the very muscle beneath.

He finally released her, leaving a throbbing, red mark. She panted, tears of pain and frustration welling in her eyes.

Again, a few seconds to breathe. Again, a cruel illusion of mercy.

With a sudden, violent shove, he flipped their positions. Now he was on top, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his knees pinning her thighs. The predator was in control.

"I will destroy you, you bastard," Zharina spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of fury and fear.

Jax smiled, a slow, wicked curl of his lips. "Well, destroying me will have to wait for sometime. As first, the thing that will be destroyed is..." He looked down, his gaze burning through the fabric of her clothes. "...this."

His hand found the junction of her legs. He rubbed her vagina through the fabric, a rough, circular motion that sent a jolt of unwanted sensation through her.

"This place," he whispered, his voice a dark promise, "will be destroyed for today, professor."

He continued rubbing, He showed no pleasure, only the focused intent of a craftsman preparing his tools. With his other hand, he didn't bother with buttons or zippers. He lowered his head and his teeth caught the collar of her top.

Rip.

The fabric tore from her neck down to her chest, creating a jagged opening. He tried to go further, but the material resisted. It didn't matter.

He had his access. He buried his face in the opening, ignoring the torn edges scratching his cheeks like a wild animal.

The last barrier was her bra. He didn't unhook it. Instead, he nuzzled against the fabric, smelling her skin, feeling the softness of her breasts with his nose and mouth through the material. It was a bizarre, intimate violation.

Then his free hand came up. He didn't search for a clasp. He simply grabbed the cup of her bra and pulled, stretching the elastic band to its limit.

"Stop... Its hurting me.." she pleaded.

The elastic dug cruelly into her back and shoulders, leaving fiery red lines. Jax pulled harder, his muscles straining.

Snap!

The bra gave way, the elastic breaking with a sound that seemed to shatter the last of her dignity. The torn garment hung loosely, and he ripped it away, tossing it aside.

Now his hand and mouth went to work in earnest. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the peak.

"Muah... slurp..."

His hand found her other breast, kneading it roughly. The fabric of her pants below was now damp, her own traitorous moisture making the material cling to her pussy.

He pulled his sticky fingers away and held them in front of her face. "Look at this, professor. How wet you are. I guess you were craving for it but couldn't tell with a straight face. But it's alright. Now I got this."

"Shut up, fucker!" she snarled, turning her face away.

His response was immediate. He shoved his wet, sticky fingers into her mouth, gagging her. She could taste herself—salty, musky—and the sheer humiliation was worse than the physical violation.

"Ghk! Nngh!"

While she choked, his mouth returned to her breast, sucking and then biting down on her tender nipple.

"Ahhh!" The scream was muffled by his fingers.

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He finally pulled his hand from her mouth, letting her gasp for air. "Ah, sorry professor," he said, his tone mockingly casual. "I went too hard in the flow."

As Zharina, dazed and hurting, tried to push herself up on her elbows, Jax placed a single hand flat on her stomach and pushed. It wasn't a violent shove, but it was firm, absolute. She fell back onto the bed, all fight momentarily gone.

The wildness vanished from his actions. He took the torn remains of her top and pants and removed them with slow, almost clinical precision. He did the same with her underwear, revealing her fully.

For a moment, she dared to hope. 'Is it over? Is the wildness of his gone?'

It was a foolish thought. The professionalism was just another form of teasing. He was savoring the unveiling.

Then he removed his own clothes, his movements hurried and frantic now. His underwear came off, and his cock sprang free. Nine inches of hard, veined flesh stood at attention, aimed directly at her. It seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a promise of the wrecking to come.

Jax looked down at her exposed pussy. It was clean, and where others had hair, she had a delicate pattern of small, soft scales.

"How thoughtful of you, professor," he smirked. "You even shaved it only for me."

She just glared, her eyes burning with pure hatred. But as she saw him stroking his dick, the anger in her eyes melted into desperate pleading.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please don't do that. I beg you." Then, a horrifying idea struck her. She forced a fake, eager expression onto her face. "I can please you with my hands! Or even my mouth! Or even my boobs! Just... just don't fuck me. Please, just leave my vagina alone."

She felt a wave of disgust at her own words, but survival was a powerful instinct.

Jax didn't even acknowledge her offer. He just got closer, his cock hovering mere inches from her pussy. In a final, helpless act of defense, she brought her hands down, covering herself.

Jax smiled. "What do you account me for, professor? I am not so wild that I will go directly for the main thing. I have my morales. I follow some professional pornstars procedures." His voice hardened, laced with absolute authority. "Now, remove your hands."

Her grip loosened, but her hands remained, a feeble shield.

He reached down and easily pried her weak fingers away. She didn't dare try to block him again. Tears of helplessness finally spilled over and traced lines down her temples into her hair.

But then, Jax adjusted his dick. He didn't push inside. Instead, he placed it right beside her pussy, rubbing the length of his shaft against her outer lips.

"See? Civilized."

He then moved his cock away, rubbing the head against the soft scales on her mons. A shiver, entirely unwanted, ran through her.

"Mmm... it feels like heaven, professor," he groaned. "And we have just started."

After a few moments of this torturous teasing, his dick returned to her pussy. He rubbed the tip against her slit, gathering her wetness, making lewd, slick sounds.

Then he pulled back and slapped his dick against her pussy.

Splash! Splash!

The sound was wet and degrading.

"Professor," he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "It looks like you are holding that holy water of yours too much. I won't mind seeing you squirt all over."

Before she could reply, he changed tactics again. He gently pulled her up, making her sit naked on the edge of the bed. The gentleness was a trap, and she knew it- she knew again some wildness will come up, but her body was too confused to resist.

As she sat there, exposed and vulnerable, he jumped onto the bed, kneeling in front of her.

He held his dick in one hand, and he maneuvered himself so that his heavy balls swung forward, coming to rest against her lips. The scent of him, musky and male, filled her nostrils.

"Let's start the night with you worshiping my balls first," he commanded.

She kept her mouth tightly shut, her lips a thin, stubborn line.

Jax wasn't angry. He just looked at her with that same casual, infuriating smile. "Come on, professor," he coaxed, his tone light. "Why are you making it hard for yourself?"

As he spoke, he lifted his cock and slapped it against her forehead.

Splat.

A drop of his precum, warm and sticky, landed on her eyebrow. His balls, meanwhile, pressed insistently against her sealed lips, her nose buried in the coarse hair at their base. The threat, the promise, and the humiliation were all perfectly aligned.