Holy Strength

After enjoying the sight of Caleb squirming and moaning in the grip of the wild pleasure brought on by the crown-ring at the base of his cock and Jester's duplicate’s mouth, Jester sends her copy to fetch a toy, whispering an order in her ear.

Caleb felt immediate relief when the magical crown of thorns vanished from around his penis, but he didn’t even have time to let out a sigh before Jester grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him as if he weighed nothing.

People often forgot that, after Yasha, Jester was the strongest person in their group.

In a sort of satisfying humiliation, Caleb was flung near the edge of the arena, with some spectators forced to stand up and lean over from their seats to keep watching, while Jester effortlessly held him suspended in the air, lifting him so high that his cock was now at the level of her face.

Jester started savoring Caleb's cock like it was a lollipop, sucking, licking and kissing it, making the lewdest sounds she could and always creating that "POP!" noise, by smacking her tongue behind her lips, whenever she came back from taking his dick all the way in her throat, caressing his balls with her tongue.

It took less then a minute to make Caleb "pop" into his strongest orgasm ever. Not that anyone could notice. As soon Jester went down on his cock for the third time, taking it all the way to the base, he started trembling and tried to thrust his hips forward, in vain as he was held easily to the wall.

Jester managed to swallow all of his cum, only letting the audience know what had happened when she finally let Caleb slide down onto the soft ground of the arena, his cock still dripping a little semen and slowly going limp.

Just then, the second Jester was returning to the arena, with a little surprise for Caleb to end the match.