Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP-Chapter 248 : Reminder of her Sins

Cleenah’s mind was drowning in two currents at once. The searing pain from the blow across her chest and the growing horror of what Jax was planning.

She pressed her breasts tightly with both hands. Blood still pooled beneath her, a small dark lake spreading across the cold stone. The torn runic gear hung open just enough to free her tits from its hold, the fabric split and useless.

But her healing was already at work. The cuts were closing. Slowly. Painfully. But closing.

Jax didn’t care.

He dug his sword into the ground and walked past her. His grin widened seeing the cycle play out.

Pain, then healing. Damage, then restoration. Whether it was her celestial power or Jenny’s blessed shielding doing the work didn’t matter. Either way, it made his revenge infinitely more satisfying.

A body that fixes itself is a body that can be broken again.

He stopped beside one of the glowing trees and ran his hand across its bark. His voice carried across the dungeon like a blade being dragged across stone.

"I won’t forgive you for what you’ve done. For ruining a happy family. For making a girl’s life a living hell." His fingers wrapped around a thick vine hanging from the branches. "I’m not naive like that girl who forgave you so easily."

He planted one foot against the trunk, gripped the vine with both hands, and pulled. His muscles strained. The vine resisted. Then surrendered. It tore free from the tree with a sound like tendons snapping.

He walked back toward Cleenah, dragging the vine behind him.

"And I won’t let you forget what sins you’ve committed. I will carve a pain so brutal into you that every time you close your eyes, you’ll remember exactly what you’ve done."

He stopped in front of her.

"Now strip off completely. Before I have to do it myself." His sword gleamed in the lantern light. "And just so you know, when I’m angry, my precision in swordsmanship tends to suffer. The more you test my patience, the more accuracy I lose. And the more accuracy I lose, the more skin and blood comes off with the fabric."

She didn’t test him.

Her trembling hands reached for the torn gear at her chest. She pulled the fabric apart, tearing it further, then dragged it off her shoulders. The runic material slid down her arms and pooled at her waist, leaving only the bottom half.

Her healed breasts were immediately hidden behind her crossed arms. Shame burning hotter than the wounds had.

Jax stepped beside her. Deliberately. His boot came down in the pool of blood beneath her feet.

Splash.

The dark liquid scattered outward. Droplets hitting her ankles. Her knees.

"Look at this blood." His voice was quiet. Dangerous. "What do you feel when you see it?"

She didn’t answer.

"It’s the same. The same blood you spilled blindly. Not just Lilith’s mother. Not just your own brother. But countless others. Demihumans whose full stories you never bothered to learn before ending their lives."

He crouched. Dragged his finger through the red pool. Held it up.

"Can you spot the difference between yours and theirs?"

Silence.

Jax stood and reached for the zipper of his own runic gear. The sound of the fabric parting cut through the quiet. He pulled the gear off from the bottom, letting it drop to the ground. Leaving nothing but his underwear.

Cleenah didn’t see it. Her eyes were locked on the blood beneath her. Her mind spiraling through faces she had forgotten. Families she had never considered. Lives she had stamped out with the certainty of someone who believed they were saving the world.

Her fist clenched.

"I will pay for my sins." Her voice was raw. Broken but resolute. "Punish me to your heart’s content. If that’s what it takes for forgiveness."

She looked up.

And found Jax standing before her. Underwear gone. His cock free, hard, the tip aimed at her like an accusation.

The realization crashed through her like a wave through a paper wall. The stripping. The pussy. The price of freedom. She understood now exactly where this was heading.

She swallowed. Then spoke.

"I accept it. I surrender my body to you. Punish me however you want until your anger cools down. I promise I won’t resist. I don’t have the reason to."

Jax’s face remained cold. Carved from something colder than the dungeon walls.

"At least you know your place."

His hand found her breast. Gripped it. Pulled her downward with enough force to make her knees buckle and hit the stone floor. She knelt before him, eye level with the cock that was about to become her penance.

He positioned himself at her lips. The swollen head pressing against her mouth.

She opened.

He pushed in. Deeper. And deeper. His length sliding across her tongue, filling the warmth of her mouth, pressing past the resistance at the back of her throat until the bulge was visible on the outside of her neck.

Then his hand found the back of her head. Fingers locking into her hair. And the rough deepthroat began.

His hips drove forward at a monstrous pace. His cock hammering across her tongue, plunging into the deepest depths of her throat which squeezed tighter and wetter and softer with every brutal thrust.

The gagging sounds erupted from her involuntarily. Wet. Thick. Obscene. Mixed with the slapping of his balls against her face.

GLKK. GLKK. GLKK.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Her airways were blocked. Her lungs screamed. Her hands twitched at her sides but she kept her promise. She didn’t resist.

Her face was turning colors when he finally pulled out.

She collapsed forward. Coughing violently. Long ropes of saliva hanging from her lips to his cock. Gasping. Choking on the air that rushed back in.

She thought he had shown a sliver of mercy.

She was wrong.

Jax had only pulled out to grab the vine.

Before she could finish her first full breath, his hand grabbed her jaw and tilted it upward. His cock plunged back inside her mouth. Back into the throat that was still recovering from the first assault.

Then the vine wrapped around her neck.

One loop. Two loops. Pulled tight like a leash on a dog. He yanked the vine backward while thrusting forward, the dual force compressing her throat around his cock from the outside.

The sensation was immediate. Her throat, already struggling to accommodate his length, now pressed even tighter due to the vine’s compression. Her muscles clenched involuntarily around his shaft, refusing to release him.

Every thrust met resistance that squeezed and milked him as if her body was trying to swallow him whole.

GLRK— HKKK— 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Do you feel the pain?" His voice came from above. Cold. Measured. "The same pain you gave to Lilith’s mother. To the others."

He pulled the vine tighter. "Cutting their throats like it was nothing. Now do you feel what they felt?"

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Whether from the suffocation, the pain, or the weight of his words, she couldn’t tell anymore. All three had merged into one indistinguishable agony.

He released her.

She fell forward onto her hands. Spitting long threads of saliva onto the stone floor. Coughing so hard her ribs ached. Her voice came out in fragments between gasps.

"I was... a fool. I’m... sorry..."

Jax didn’t turn around. "Your apologies mean nothing. They won’t bring them back. Won’t erase the terror they felt in their last moments. The pain. The understanding of what would happen to their loved ones."

He walked toward the edge of the dungeon wall. Stared at a lantern burning with quiet, indifferent fire.

"The difference between them and you is vast. They died without knowing what they died for. And you’re still here. Breathing."

A pause. "They didn’t get the mercy that you got."

He spoke without turning.

"Strip off completely. I will show you the true meaning of atonement through pain. The pain that innocents felt after you burned their families apart."

Her hands found the zipper of the bottom fabric. Pulled it down. The runic pants slid off her hips. Then her panties followed. Dragged down her trembling thighs until they hit the floor.

She stood naked. Her pussy dry and swollen. Exposed to the cold air and the eyes of a man who had no intention of being gentle.

She walked toward Jax. Slowly. Each step an act of surrender that went beyond the physical.

She stopped behind him. Facing his back as he stared at the flame.

"I understand." Her voice barely held. "I don’t deserve mercy. Not after what I did. The lives I ended. The families I shattered. I’ll never forgive myself."

"Mercy?" Jax echoed without turning. The disdain in his tone could have curdled blood. "You think this is about mercy? This is about making you feel a fraction of what you inflicted."

He turned.

One hand slid behind her back. The other hand found the space between her thighs.

Three fingers drove inside her.

She screamed. Raw. Unprepared. His digits plunged deep into her dry folds, forcing their way through the tightness with zero patience. He curled them inside her. Rotated. Scraped across her inner walls with deliberate roughness that turned her legs to liquid.

She bit down on her own hand to muffle the screams. Her teeth sank deep enough to draw blood, the crimson mixing with the saliva still coating her chin.

Jax worked his fingers mercilessly. Twisting. Stretching. Pressing against spots that made her body betray her mind. Until the dryness gave way to something else. Until her walls clenched around his knuckles not from pain but from a response she couldn’t control.

He pulled his fingers out. Glistening. Coated in her juices.

Then he grabbed her shoulders. Spun her around. And slammed her face-first into the cold stone wall.

Her tits crushed against the surface. The chill of the rock biting into her nipples. His hand found her right leg and lifted it, pushing it up, up, until her ankle rested at her own shoulder level. Splitting her open in a position that left nothing hidden.

He spat. The saliva landed precisely on her puckered asshole. His cock, still slicked with her throat’s contribution, pressed against the tight ring and rubbed the lubrication in with slow, deliberate circles.

Then he pushed in.

Her backdoor resisted. Then surrendered. His cock stretched the tight entrance and sank inside, the hot inner walls clamping down on his shaft as the rings of muscle desperately tried to adjust to his girth.

SHLPP—

He didn’t wait for adjustment. Didn’t wait for her body to accept what was happening.

He thrust.

"This one is for Lilith’s mother." His hips slammed forward. Her entire body was driven into the stone wall. "The woman you left bleeding in that alley."

CLAP.

Another thrust. Harder. Deeper. Her flesh colliding with his. Her bones meeting the wall.

"This one is for every person you backstabbed."

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

"Now take it in your back door. Feel the pain."

Her whole body rocked with each brutal slam. The wet slapping of his flesh against her ass echoed through the dungeon in a rhythm that was anything but merciful. And beneath that sound, the dull thud of her body impacting the stone wall over and over and over.

THUD. CLAP. THUD. CLAP.

Five minutes. Continuous. Relentless. Each thrust reaching depths that made her gasp and sob simultaneously.

Cleenah could no longer control her moans. The sounds escaping her mouth were no longer screams of pure pain. Something else had crept in. Something her mind rejected but her body embraced.

As Jax drove into her again, a stream of juice leaked from her pussy. Just a trickle. Then it stopped.

Another rough thrust. Deeper. Angrier. More leaked. Dripping down her inner thigh.

It continued. Each merciless pound forcing more out of her. Thrust by thrust. Leak by leak. Her body responding to the relentless stimulation despite every conscious thought screaming against it.

Until she came. Full. Hard. Her walls clenching around nothing while her ass clenched around everything. Her juices ran freely down both thighs as her body shuddered and convulsed against the cold stone wall.