Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Anvil Ass-Rupture

Jax slammed the old dwarf woman onto the cold, hard anvil. The impact was a brutal thwack of flesh on unforgiving iron.

Her prized beer mug flew from her grip, exploding on the stone floor in a shower of glass and frothy ale.

All other movement in the room froze. Every eye was wide, every mouth agape.

Before the old hag could even draw breath to curse him, Jax’s hands were on her. His fingers hooked into the waist of her rough-spun skirt. With one brutal, grating rriipp, he tore the garment down to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a pair of stained, grimy underwear.

”What in the fiery hells are you doing, you son of a bitch!” she screeched, her voice like grinding stones.

Jax leaned in, his hot breath fogging in the cool air. ”Oh? So you admit it? You are a bitch.”

His face dipped toward her damp underwear. He was going to lick the old pussy waiting for him. But he stopped. He needed the real thing. He hooked a thick finger in the waistband and ripped them down.

And he saw what traumatized him.

There was no pussy. There was a forest. A dense, matted, grizzled jungle of white and grey hair. It was a fucking uncharted territory. A defensive wilderness that looked like it could snag and trap a man forever.

Jax froze. ’By the Goddess’s saggy tits...’

The old dwarf used his moment of horror. She bucked and rolled, trying to scramble off the anvil. But Jax’s hand snapped out, clamping around her thick ankle like a vice and dragging her back.

He couldn’t back down. A crude, single-minded thought hammered in his skull: ’If there’s a hole, there’s a goal.’

Then he thought of Granny Lyra. ’This screaming hag will get the vengeance meant for you. Consider it a delivery to the wrong address.’

He slammed her back onto the anvil, this time spinning her so her front was pinned against the cold iron. Her ass—two pale, surprisingly firm mounds was now aimed at him. And between them, nestled at the very edge of that hairy jungle, was a tight, wrinkled, and utterly unprepared asshole.

Jax grinned. A predator’s smile. ”Found it.”

He spat into his palm, slicking his hard, thick cock. He pressed the swollen head against her tiny, clenched hole. It was a terrible fit. His dick’s girth was an insult to her small opening. He pushed. She screamed.

”SCREEEEE—!”

[DP +4]

It was a raw, grating shriek of pure agony. Her whole body trembled violently, her legs kicking, making the impossible task even harder.

”Stop fighting, you old hag!” Jax snarled, his frustration boiling over. ”If you shake one more time, I’ll ram that fucking hammer up your ass!

He pointed at the heavy, menacing blacksmith’s hammer on the table. The old dwarf gulped, her body going stiff with a fear that finally overpowered the pain. Jax took the chance. He pinned the back of her neck to the anvil, holding her down like a stubborn piece of metal.

He used his free hand to guide his dick, forcing the angle, applying brutal, steady pressure. The ring of muscle screamed in protest, stretching and tearing.

Then the black-haired wife, her face a mask of panic, cried out, ”Grimly, stop! Please! What’s wrong with you? Did you swallow some cheap, cursed aphrodisiac?”

Jax turned his head, his eyes burning with a hellfire that wasn’t his own. ”You! One more fucking word! One more sound, and this hag gets the hammer! And I’ll use the pointed end to ream a new hole in whichever one of you disturbs me!”

A collective, terrified whimper was the only answer. They were frozen statues of fear.

Jax turned back to his work. He pushed. Slow. Inexorable. Her asshole was a tight, searing ring of fire. He felt it give way, taking the head of his cock, then an inch, then another. The old dwarf was sobbing now, her tears making dark spots on the sooty metal.

”NOOOO! PLEASE! BY THE FORGE, NO! IT’S TEARING! MOURN—!”

[DP +3]

Finally, he was inside, buried to the hilt in the tight, convulsing channel. He groaned, not from pleasure, but from the violent, primal release. He started to move, a brutal, piston-like rhythm. No finesse. Just the wet slap of his hips against her flesh and her choked, guttural cries with every thrust.

”Ahhh! Nngh! Stop!”

[DP +2]

He fucked her ass with a single-minded purpose, his mind a red haze. He felt his climax boil in his balls. With a final, deep, grinding shove that made her entire body seize up, he emptied himself into her bowels, a hot, thick flood that made her gag and sob uncontrollably.

[DP +5]

He pulled his slick, cum-covered dick out with a wet, sucking pop.

The old dwarf shuddered violently. With the pressure gone and her body utterly wrecked, her control vanished. A hot, sudden stream of piss cascaded down her legs, splattering onto the floor with a drip, drip, drip.

Mixed with the yellow stream were thick, white globs of his semen, oozing from her ruined asshole.

Jax looked down. ’I was this close to an entertaining night turned into a terror show. If she’d pissed on me, I would’ve lost my damn mind.’

He walked around the anvil to look at her face. It was a mess of tears, snot, and despair. He felt nothing. No sympathy.

Instead, he smiled. Because another, darker fantasy clicked into place. He looked at her mouth, open and gasping. Her teeth... were no where to be seen. Just pink, receding gums. He’d always had a morbid curiosity about a mouth like that.

He moved to the head of the anvil. He shoved his still-wet, softening dick between her lips. He felt the warm, stale spit. It was perfect. No teeth. No sharp edges. Just a wet, open, toothless cave.

He started to fuck her face, his hips pumping, driving his length deep into her throat. Her eyes bulged, desperate for air. She gagged and choked around him, the desperate struggle the best lube he could ask for.

”Ghk! Gkgh!”

Out of pure, suffocating instinct, she pressed her gums together, clamping down on his dick in a pathetic attempt to bite.

She had no teeth, but the pressure of her bony jaws sent a sharp, surprising pain through him.

Instinctively, Jax’s hand cracked across her face. Smack! ”You dare?” he hissed. ”Do that again, and you’ll be gargling molten steel.”

He resumed, rougher, faster. He plunged deep into her throat, holding himself there, feeling her convulse and struggle for breath. He fucked her face like it was just another hole to be used, and finally, with a guttural roar, he came again, pumping his cum not into her mouth, but straight down her esophagus.

It wasn’t a swallow; it was an internal drowning. When he pulled out, she didn’t cough up cum, just a long string of spit and bile. She gasped like a fish on land, then went completely limp.

[DP +6]

Jax felt a massive wave of exhaustion. His mind cleared for a second. ’Fucking is stupid. I know it feels stupid when we run out of semen.’ He discreetly pulled a stamina elixir from his inventory and chugged it.

Fire erupted in his veins. The clarity vanished, replaced by a red fog of pure, undiluted lust. It screamed at him: ’Ravage. Everything.’

He stumbled to the bed where the three younger wives were huddled. He grabbed the redhead by her fiery ponytail and yanked her to the floor. He forced her onto her hands and knees. Her pussy was still sticky with his old cum, but he didn’t care. He slammed into her without a second of preparation.

”AAAAHHH! GODS, NO! IT BURNS—!”

[DP +4]

He used her ponytail like a rein, yanking her head back with every savage thrust. Her face was a painting of pure terror. The other two women watched, silently praying to any god that would listen for his balls to shrivel up and die.

While he mercilessly fucked the redhead, he felt an emptiness. His wild eyes landed on the brown-haired milf, trembling violently in the corner.

”You!” he barked. ”Get over here! Now!”

She crawled over, sobbing. Jax shoved her directly underneath the redhead’s ass, positioning her so only her terrified face was visible, right under his swinging, slapping balls.

”Make them wet,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.

Terrified, she obeyed, licking and sucking his testicles, her tears mixing with her spit. The bizarre sensation, combined with the redhead’s tight, protesting pussy, drove him over the edge. He came inside the redhead with a final, brutal thrust that made her scream, then he unceremoniously shoved her aside.

[DP +5]

He grabbed the black-haired woman and dragged her into the same position, on her hands and knees above the sobbing, ball-licking brown-haired one.

He entered her with one tearing, brutal thrust. This was worse. More frenzied. He fucked her with a punishing, frantic rhythm, his hips a punishing blur.

”STOP! PLEASE, I BEG YOU! IT’S TEARING ME APART! AHHH! MOURN—!”

[DP +5]

He leaned over, his fingers digging brutal bruises into her hips as he pounded into her, the sound a wet, savage slap of flesh. Her screams were shattered, broken things. He was a machine of pure depravity, and when he came, it was with a savage snarl, dumping another massive load deep inside her trembling body.

[DP +5]

He collapsed back, breathing in ragged gasps. Only the brown-haired one was left. She looked up at him from the floor, her eyes wide with absolute terror, her face glistening with his sweat and her tears. He reached for her, a final conquest in mind.

His vision blurred.

The world twisted and went black.

His senses returned. He was sitting on a cold, wooden bench in a dim hallway. He looked around. He was outside the forge. The guard whose body he’d stolen was standing a few feet away, pale and sweating, staring at the door in sheer horror, listening to the muffled cries and sobs from within.

”Shit,” Jax muttered. ’Soul Thief has a time limit. Barely two hours.’ His own thoughts were back. And with them came a strangely persistent, stupid thought. ’I couldn’t give that brown-haired milf her justice. She’ll think her ’Honey’ showed partiality again.’

He stood up, his mind made up. He would use his ability on the guard again. He’d march right back in taking control of mayor and finish the job. Deliver the impartial, brutal fucking she deserved.

A stark, blue notification burned in his vision, stopping him cold.

[Soul Thief Locked. Time Remaining: 23 hours, 59 minutes.]

”No way,” he whispered, a genuine frustration twisting his gut. He looked at the forge door, from which a low, collective weeping could still be heard. ”Goddess, please! Just once more! She needs her justice! It’s only fair!”

[Current DP Balance: 1,299]