Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island Chapter 138: The Birth of the Divine Clone 18 check this

Jax slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, the golden cloud condensed, swirling faster until it solidified into a body. The silhouette shaped into muscles, skin, hair... and finally, there it was: identical to him. The clone.

The duplicate took his first deep breath, his gaze empty like a shell, or a machine waiting for orders. The only strange thing was that he was completely naked.

Jax smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well... if you’re gonna walk among mortals, we can’t have you looking like a savage."

He pulled out a dark robe from his ring and draped it over the clone’s bare body. Then he raised his voice.

"Tala. Co here for a mont."

The blacksmith appeared from the shelter, arms stained with soot, still holding a hamr. Her eyes widened at the sight of another identical Jax.

"What the hell is...?"

"My clone," Jax said flatly. "He needs an outfit worthy of a god. Forge him a majestic armor, golden details, silver gems embedded in it. And a long golden sword. I want people to look at him and feel like a god has descended to earth."

Tala stared at him with a mix of shock and pride. A slow smile curled on her lips as she crossed her arms.

"You don’t need to ask. I already have what you’re looking for."

Jax arched a brow. "What do you an?"

She wiped her hands on a rag and nodded.

"These past five years, while you were floating in the sky, I worked nonstop. Rember the armor you wore when you faced Kalamus? It was shattered... but I rebuilt it. Improved it, even. I have it in my new forge."

Jax’s eyes glead with interest.

"You’re telling you already have armor worthy of a god... just waiting?"

"Not just waiting for you," Tala smirked. "Waiting for this exact mont."

The clone remained silent, motionless, yet his presence was overwhelming. Jax gave a satisfied nod and reached out his hand.

"Show ."

Tala turned on her heel, signaling for them to follow. Jax and his duplicate walked behind her through the halls of the refuge until they reached a new section lit by glowing embers. Tala’s forge slled of iron, fire, and sweat.

There, on a pedestal, rested the armor. Gleaming, dark plates edged with gold, silver gems embedded into the chest and shoulders, and a helt that radiated pure authority. Beside it lay a long sword, its golden blade shining as if it captured the very light of faith Jax commanded.

Tala crossed her arms proudly.

"There it is. Forged and restored by my own hands. It’s not just resistant... it’s a symbol. With this, your clone won’t look like a man. He’ll look like exactly what you claim: a god descended."

Jax smirked, glancing first at the armor and then at his clone.

"Perfect. Then... let’s dress him."

Tala licked her lips, brushing her fingers over the armor.

"And what do I get for all my hard work, huh?"

Jax locked eyes with her, calm and commanding.

"You already wanted your reward before asking, didn’t you?"

She tilted her head, teasing.

"And what if I say... I want both of you inside ?"

A dark chuckle slipped from Jax, his clone watching like a twisted reflection.

"Then that’s exactly what you’ll get."

Testing his control over the duplicate, Jax closed his eyes. The clone’s gaze shifted, lips curling into a wicked grin.

In a swift motion, the clone lifted Tala like she weighed nothing while Jax ripped away her clothes in one brutal pull. They left her naked on the forge table, surrounded by tools and gems, like an offering.

"Shit... they’re... huge..." Tala gasped, breathing heavy as she stared at the two hard cocks pointed at her.

Jax lowered his mouth to her neck, biting hungrily, while the clone spread her legs and buried his tongue into her soaked pussy without warning. The moan she let out echoed through the forge.

"Ahh! Fuck, yes... deeper! Harder...! "

The clone’s tongue worked rcilessly, twisting inside her while Jax sucked her hard nipples. Tala arched her back, lost in the sensation.

"Two perfect n... and both mine... fuck !" she scread.

The real Jax didn’t wait. He grabbed her hips and slamd his cock into her in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Tala cried out, her voice breaking.

"Too much... it’s so deep!"

The clone pulled her back, spreading her ass, and without warning drove into her too. Tala’s scream turned into a strangled moan of raw ecstasy.

"Gods! You’re tearing apart... you’re splitting in two!"

"This is what you asked for, isn’t it?" Jax growled, pounding her rcilessly.

"Exactly what you wanted... two cocks filling you at the sa ti."

The clone slamd even harder, synced with Jax, each thrust making her body quake. Tala’s mouth trembled as words broke into gasps.

"Yes... yes, don’t stop! Fill ... cum inside !"

The rhythm turned savage. Tala was moaning, begging between ragged breaths.

"Harder! Break my pussy... mark forever!"

The three of them slamd against the table, the wood creaking under their weight. Sweat dripped, their bodies crashing in perfect rhythm, her cries bouncing off the forge walls. Tala shook through orgasm after orgasm, her body unable to take it all.

Jax grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him as he fucked her.

"You’re our slut now, Tala. Say it."

"I’m... yours! I’m the slut of both of you!" she scread, just before shattering in another brutal climax.

They filled her at the sa ti, spilling inside her while she writhed, exhausted, dripping, completely broken by pleasure.

In the end, Tala collapsed in Jax’s arms, trembling and barely conscious.

"Now that... that’s a worthy paynt..." she whispered with a shaky smile.

Tala lay sprawled on the forge table, her body trembling, sweat dripping down her flushed skin. Jax pulled out slowly, watching his own seed drip from her used pussy as she whimpered softly, already too exhausted to move.

The clone stepped back, his expression blank again, like a puppet waiting for its strings. Jax smirked, closing his eyes as he pulled his awareness back into his true body.

A rush of sensation hit him—the connection, the control, the pure power of commanding another version of himself. His lips curved into a dark grin.

"This... is way too interesting."

The golden glow still shimred faintly around his clone, like a divine aura refusing to fade. Jax adjusted his robe, glancing at the broken, panting Tala on the table, and then at the silent copy of himself standing tall and perfect.

Two Jaxs.

One body and one shadow.

And endless possibilities.