Disclaimer:
No underage characters are written or implied in this or any future chapters of the series. All characters are 18+ no matter what shape or form they are in.
This chapter contains themes violence and non consensual sex. The fantasy aspect of the story is implied yet the main character Eva with her superhuman abilities isn't permanently harmed in any way causing lasting damage and though not explicitly stated enjoys her relationship with Jax even with the non-con sexual aspects. The act of being forced to have sex for the sole pleasure of Jax is what turns her on.
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Erik woke up as the heat of the sun touched his feet coming through the window. Still feeling tired after having barely slept last night; he got to his feet feeling exhausted. Dragging his feet he opened the door to his bedroom and stepped out into the hallway. The house was quiet which wasn't anything out of the ordinary as Jax usually left either right after his night of passion with Eva or early in the morning before anyone woke up. His mother on the other hand is normally a morning person but whenever Jax visited like last night; she tends to spend some time in her room recovering.
Pulling a box of cereal out of the kitchen cabinet he poured some milk in the bowl. He rarely got to eat the usual full breakfast that he used to enjoy with his mother by his side these days and he sorely missed those days. Munching on mouthful of cereal he tried his best to push away through ya of his mother from last night; her screams to be more precise as every time he did he couldn't get his cock to go back down. Finally before pouring himself a cup of coffee he decided to ask his mother if she needed one as well.
He went to knock on her door only for the door to swing open slightly as his knuckles made contact with the wood. Jax must have left the door open while sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night. Erik felt his heart starting to beat harder into his chest as the door swung open more and the room came into full view for him. Pillows were thrown everywhere on the ground, sheets were hanging off the bed as if a huge struggle had taken place. Huge wet spots covered those sheets with some specks of red strewn across it. But nothing drew Erik's attention more than his mother sleeping naked, face first into the uncovered mattress. There were lightly faded red hand prints on her ass cheeks and almost healed fingernail marks on her back. Her usually smooth long hair now were a total mess, covering her face.