"I am... not... a liar!" she gasped, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of pleasure crested over her.
Her hips were moving faster now, driven by a biological imperative she could no longer suppress. She was riding the waves of his violence, her body finding a rhythm in the carnage. "It’s just... the way you... ungh... the way you move... it’s unnatural! It’s... OH GOD!"
’Am I... feeling excited...?’
She was a wreck of contradictions, her mind clinging desperately to the tattered remains of her dignity, shouting denials into the empty air, while her body sang a loud, shaless anthem of pure, unadulterated lust for the man who was currently ravaging her.
’Am I losing my mind?’ Mireya’s consciousness was a flickering candle in a gale. ’Everything is moving too fast.’
’The world is just a sequence of impacts and heat.’
’Is this excitent? Or is it just the terror of being undone?’
’Perhaps... perhaps if I just pretend it’s sothing else, it will pass.’
’If I tell myself this is just a fever, a temporary sickness of the flesh, then the ’real’ stays safe.’
’Yes... that must be it.’
’I don’t feel like myself... This girl on the floor... she’s a stranger.’
’She’s a creature born of pain and friction. It can’t possibly be pleasure... it can’t...’
"Stop lying to yourself, Mireya!" Rex’s voice sliced through her trance, cruel and commanding.
He leaned over her shoulder, forcing her to look at her own reflection in the polished surface of a nearby cabinet. "Look at you! Look at that disgusting, perverted face you’re making!"
’Impossible...! I-I’m being raped, y’know?!’
Mireya froze, her breath hitching. In the dim light, she saw her own visage, and it horrified her. Her eyes were glazed, rolling back into her head, but her cheeks were flushed a deep, bruised crimson, and a thin trail of saliva was indeed escaping the corner of her mouth, dripping onto the floor.
She looked less like a princess and more like a woman possessed by a primal, lewd hunger. ’No... this can’t be...’
"AAHHH! HAAHH! HAAA! NOOO!!! HAAHHH! I’M NOT!!!" And now she could hear her moans clearly even though her mind was conflicted before that made her moans feel silent.
"You’re drooling like a dog waiting for a scrap!" Rex taunted, his laughter vibrating through her spine as he delivered a particularly heavy, upright thrust that made her vision turn white. "Be fucking honest!"
"For once in your miserable, sheltered life, stop pretending you’re a victim and admit you’re a slut for this!"
"Admit you want to break you!"
’No!’ her inner voice shrieked, the last fortress of her sanity. ’That’s not !’
’The girl who loves Apollo doesn’t look like this!’
’The girl who prays at dawn doesn’t crave the sting of a man’s palm!’
’Stay strong, Mireya... hold onto the lie... the lie is the only thing keeping you whole... if you admit it, you disappear...’
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
But the dam was cracking. The combination of the brutal, vertical pounding, the humiliation of his words, and the overwhelming, volcanic heat building in her womb was too much.
The cognitive dissonance, the war between her brain and her biology, reached a breaking point. The "chanical" vibrations she claid were just shocks were turning into rhythmic pulses of pure, concentrated Need.
"You should be more honest with yourself..." Rex whispered.
"Ahhh... that’s too deep..."
’There’s no way I’m feeling good...!’
"You can call what you really want," Rex continued.
"TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE! STOP THIS!"
’There’s no way I’m feeling excited...!’
"It’s okay, I’ll keep it a secret between us." Rex licks her face.
"S-STOP! DON’T HIT MY WOMB WITH YOUR HARD THINGGGG!!!"
A sudden, violent surge of pleasure erupted from her center, a tidal wave that swept away her intellect, her dignity, and her mories. The wall collapsed.
’THERE’S NO WAY I’M FEELING GOOD AT ALL!!!’ She kept repeating that thought in her mind, but eventually, it was completely replaced. ’Ahh... my insides... feels so gooooooood...’
"STOP IT!" she suddenly scread, but the word didn’t co out as a plea for rcy.
It ca out as a command of pure, unbridled lust. "STOOOOP... AND GIVE IT TO ! DEEPER! REX, GIVE IT TO DEEPER!"
The transformation was total. Her mouth, which had spent the last hour begging for release, now hung wide in a state of total surrender.
Her tongue flicked out, lolling slightly in a gesture of mindless, animalistic hunger, tasting the air as she waited for the next impact. Her face, stripped of all pretense, contorted into the most shalessly horny expression imaginable, a mask of pure, rapturous depravity.
"I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! PLEASE! sTICK IT IN AND HIT MY WOMB!!!"
"STICK IN DEEEPPPP AND STIR E UUPPPPPP!!!"
"FUCK YES! TELL THE WHOLE FUCKING TRUTH!" Rex roared, emboldened by her explosion. "And fucking finally! You said it with your innermost desire!"
"IT’S TOO MUCH!" she wailed, her voice cracking with a manic sort of joy. "DON’T TAKE IT OUT! FILL ! BREAK ! PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"UNGH... YESSS! MORE! MORE THAN THIS! HARDER, REX! JUST FUCK ! FUCK UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!"
In that mont, the "old" Mireya was gone. There was only the sensation of his massive cock tearing through her, the sound of her own shaless moans, and the glorious, devastating realization that she didn’t want to be saved; she wanted to be destroyed.
The silence that followed Mireya’s primal outburst lasted only a heartbeat, but to her, it felt like an eternity of mortification. The echoes of her own words
"FUCK UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!" seed to ring in the rafters of the room, mocking her.
Reality rushed back in a sickening wave. Her mind reeled, grasping at the fragnts of her shattered dignity.
’Did I... did I really just say that? Out loud? To HIM?’ Panic, colder and sharper than the physical pain, flooded her chest.
She had crossed a line from which there was no return. She hadn’t just succumbed to him, but she had actively invited the desecration, fully aware of the consequences and the irreversible nature of her actions.
"AAAHHH! I didn’t an it just now...!"
’What did I just say...? I’m scared...!’
Rex’s reaction was instantaneous. He threw his head back and let out a laugh so loud and boisterous it sounded like a victory fanfare. It was a laugh of pure, unadulterated triumph.
"There she is!" Rex bellowed, his voice thick with amusent and lust. "The real Mireya!"
"The one who hides behind silk and prayers!"
"Finally, the bitch cos out to play!"
"You finally admitted it, Princess! You finally owned your filth!"
"No! No, no, no!" Mireya stamred, her face burning with a heat that rivaled the sun.
She tried to scramble forward, to hide her face against the floor, her voice trembling with a frantic, embarrassed energy. "I didn’t... it was the heat!"
"The... the endorphins! It was a montary lapse of reason!"
"I didn’t an it, Rex! Please, pretend you didn’t hear!"
"Forget it! Just... erase it from your mory!"
"Forget it?" Rex sneered, his eyes gleaming with a devilish light. "How could a man forget the mont his prize finally surrendered her soul?!"
"You’re not forgetting a damn thing, Mireya! Because now, we’re going to make sure you rember it forever."
"And of course... since you begged so nicely for to hit your womb, I’ll oblige and stick it in at full force!"
’No... my body isn’t even listening to ...!’ Mireya thought while her hips and ass moved on their own.
"S-STOP... HAAHHHH~!"
"I won’t let you off easy today!" Rex licks his lips.
He didn’t offer her the rcy of a reprieve. Instead, he reached down and grabbed her buttocks with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh of her ass. He squeezed her with a bruising, possessive grip, anchoring her firmly in place before launching into a new level of savagery.
"I’LL MAKE SURE TO BREAK YOU EVEN FURTHER UNTIL THAT ICY PERSONALITY LTTSSS!"
He began to fuck her with a terrifying, frenzied speed. Each thrust was a violent, piston-like movent that sent her entire body jarring forward.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sheer force of his stamina was inhuman because he pounded into her with a relentless, staccato rhythm that left her gasping for air and her lungs burning as she struggled to keep up with the sheer velocity of his hips.
"Y-You’re moving too fast...!"
’S-Stop... don’t keep stimulating my pussy...!’
"Slow... Rex, please... slow down!" she begged, her voice a fractured lody of pleasure and overwhelm.
Her body was no longer her own, but it was a puppet being jerked around by his massive strength. Her hips were thrashing, her legs were shaking so violently they felt like jelly, and her head was tossing wildly from side to side.
"It’s too fast... you’re going to... ahhh! Too much! Slow down!"
But Rex was in the zone of pure, masculine conquest, and he had no intention of slowing. As he drove himself into her, he leaned down, his face hovering just beside hers, watching the way her features contorted in exquisite, ssy ecstasy.
"Don’t look at !" she whimpered, a final, desperate attempt at modesty as she felt his heated gaze boring into her soul.
She tried to tuck her chin, to hide her blushing, sweaty face from his predatory eyes. "Don’t look at while you do this! It’s too shaful... don’t look at my face!"
"Shaful?" Rex chuckled darkly, his thrusts becoming even more punishing, his hips slapping against her with a deafening, wet crackle. "Why would I look away from the ice I just lted?"
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