Jax didn't give her a break. The moment he finished cumming inside her, he pushed her back down on his still-hard cock.

"Did you think we were done? No, little priestess… your god doesn't get tired."

Seraphina could barely moan, her body trembling, but she obeyed, clinging to him as he fucked her again.

"Ahhh… too much… I can't…" she panted, but her hips moved on their own.

Jax grabbed her throat, forcing her to look at him. "Yes, you can. You're going to give me everything. You're going to cum for your god until there's nothing left in you."

She cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she rode him frantically, her pussy dripping and oversensitive.

"Say it," Jax growled, pounding into her. "Tell me who's fucking you."

"My god… the God of Dreams!" she screamed, broken with pleasure.

"That's right… good little devoted slut."

Jax grunted and held her tight, lifting her and slamming her down on the seat to fuck her from above. Each thrust made her tits bounce, her cries filling the carriage.

"Your pussy squeezes me like it worships me… feel how you milk me? You love being used by your god, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, I love it!" she screamed, losing herself.

Jax fucked her mercilessly until he spilled his second load inside her, flooding her with his hot seed again. Seraphina arched back with a devastating orgasm, her face twisted with a mix of pain and absolute ecstasy.

But Jax didn't stop. He flipped her, putting her face down on the seat, and took her from behind. His thrusts were brutal, the wet slaps echoing through the carriage.

"Your body is mine. I'll mark you with my seed until you understand what it means to be my priestess."

She could only moan and scream, her voice raw, her throat dry, her body exploding in yet another orgasm.

"Ahhh… I'm cumming again!" she shrieked, completely undone.

Jax growled, slamming deeper as he released a third hot load inside her, leaving her trembling and spent.

Seraphina's face was wrecked with pleasure, mouth open, eyes rolled back as she passed out mid-moan, her pussy dripping with their mess.

Jax pulled her against his chest, smirking. "That's it… that's what a priestess of the God of Dreams should look like. Ruined… and completely mine."

Her body was destroyed, her breathing shallow, her skin glistening with sweat and her face still frozen in bliss. Holding her close, Jax gave a dark smile and snapped his fingers.

A wave of energy spread through the carriage. Every drop of seed, sweat, every stain vanished in an instant. At the same time, Seraphina's body was wrapped in a soft glow that brought color back to her cheeks, restored her strength, and erased every trace of exhaustion.

"Ahhh…" she gasped, clutching her chest. "I feel… brand new… what… what power is this?"

Jax caressed her face calmly. "The power of the God of Dreams doesn't just destroy… it restores. Never forget you belong to me, Seraphina."

She lowered her head, trembling, crying in pure devotion. "Yes… my god."

At that moment, the carriage stopped. Outside, the city walls loomed. The butler, who had been completely cut off by the silence field, panicked.

"My lady! What's happening?! Why couldn't I hear anything?! Answer me!" he shouted desperately, pounding on the door.

Jax lifted the seal and stepped out first, calm and imposing. He descended gracefully, holding Seraphina's hand as he helped her down like a princess. Her dress was spotless, her body radiant as if untouched.

The butler froze. The scene made no sense: the blind maiden who could barely move was now walking, radiant, holding the arm of the so-called divine envoy. His heart filled with fear and rage.

"Damn… impostor!" he thought, ready to spit out his curse.

But before he could open his mouth, Seraphina stepped forward. She turned sharply and slapped him with all her strength. The sound echoed.

The butler collapsed to his knees, stunned, cheek burning.

"How dare you! How can a mere mortal insult a divine being!" Seraphina shouted, her voice burning with fervor.

The man tried to speak, but words died in his throat at the fire in her eyes.

She turned back to Jax, tears in her eyes, and knelt before him in the street. "Forgive him, my god… I beg for mercy. Don't execute him… let me discipline him myself. I swear he'll never disrespect your greatness again."

The butler couldn't understand. His mind shook as he saw the girl he had served his whole life bowing before this man. Her devotion left no room for doubt.

And Jax, calm, almost compassionate, stroked Seraphina's hair as if he truly were a god.

The butler's eyes widened, ignoring the pain in his face… and then he realized. She hadn't stumbled, she hadn't reached out blindly—she had walked straight to him and slapped him. That wasn't chance. That was a miracle.

"M-my lady…" he stammered, collapsing into tears. "You… you can see!"

Seraphina looked at him with calm eyes that now shone with the strength of a miracle.

"Yes," she said firmly. "Thanks to the God of Dreams."

The man broke down completely. He had raised Seraphina since she was a child, loved her like a daughter, and seeing her regain her sight shattered his heart. With his forehead pressed to the ground, he cried out:

"Forgive me, my lord! I'm unworthy! I didn't recognize your divinity and deserve death. If you command, I'll drive my own blade into my chest right now!"

Jax watched in silence, his hand still stroking Seraphina's hair as if calming a loyal dog.

"Rise. The God of Dreams has seen your faith and sincerity. You were ignorant, not guilty. You need not humiliate yourself further."

The butler sobbed harder, kissing the ground before Jax's feet, broken and reborn in the same breath.

That day, something new was born.

The Dark Guardian of the God of Dreams.

The one who would raise his blade against anyone daring to challenge his lord's authority.

A killer who never doubts, never questions… and never fails.

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