SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!
Rex’s fingers worked her with a ruthless, punishing rhythm that made Elizabeth’s thighs shake violently. She clung to his thick arm, her knuckles white, her entire body vibrating with the force of another orgasm building deep in her gut.
"How dare you cling to !" Rex headbutted both her arms. "Stay on your head!"
"S-Sorry..." Elizabeth slowly pulls on her hair while trying not to do it hard.
’How did it co to this?’ her mind scread through the haze of pleasure, the mory of that afternoon playing back in agonizing detail.
She had been standing while waiting for Rex and the others to co back after facing the Legion of Anti-Reincarnators. In that mont, she saw Alexander approaching her with an earnest, adoring look in his eyes.
He had been so excited to show her the key that had been her goal throughout her ti with her mother; this key granted access to the restricted ancient manuscripts she had spent years studying and could also open the Underlayer.
It was supposed to be a romantic gesture, a way to show her how much he cared about her research.
And then he’d stumbled and dropped it.
The sound of it cracking on the stone walkway had been like a gunshot in the silence. Alexander’s face had turned pale, his hands trembling as he tried to piece together the useless shards of the key.
He’d been so devastated, so utterly broken by his own clumsiness, that Elizabeth had found herself unable to comfort him properly. She’d been too shocked, too... disappointed.
And then Rex had appeared, like a vulture circling a wound, picking up the broken pieces with a smirk that promised nothing but chaos.
’He knew,’ Elizabeth thought, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over her as Rex’s fingers ground against her clitoris. ’He knew exactly how much that key ant to .’
’He knew how precious it was. And he... he did this on purpose.’
She recalled the way Rex’s eyes had glead when he handed the pieces back to Alexander, who had been so fucking grateful, so fucking clueless. Rex had watched them, watched Alexander’s clumsy, fumbling hands grasp the broken key, and Rex had smirked the sa goddamn smirk he wore now as he fucked her senseless.
’Alexander... my sweet, incompetent Alexander,’ she thought, her teeth gritting so hard they ached. ’He broke sothing that was important more than anything, and Rex...’
’Rex turned it into a weapon. Into this fucking blackmail.’
The betrayal felt like a physical wound in her chest, sharper than any of Rex’s fingers. She loved Alexander; god damn it, she did.
She loved his gentleness, kindness, and unwavering devotion. But now... now that devotion feels like a weakness. It felt like sothing to be exploited.
’And Rex... he just took it... He saw the crack in us and he wedged himself right in.’
"What’s the matter, Professor?" Rex taunted, leaning down to whisper scalding breath against her ear as his fingers worked her relentlessly. "You’re thinking about how your precious little fiancé broke your precious little key, aren’t you?"
"How he destroy all your hard work? But in the end... it’s my hard fucking work!"
"You and he are going to be responsible for it, but it’s fine for as long as you can keep doing so shit like this for !" Rex laughed.
"He... he didn’t an to," Elizabeth gasped out, her voice trembling. "He’s not... he’s not clumsy like you..."
"No," Rex growled, his fingers suddenly plunging deeper, making her whimper. "He’s just fucking weak!"
"He couldn’t even hold onto sothing important. And now you’re here. In my hands. Getting fucking destroyed by a man who actually knows how to take what he wants."
’It’s not fair,’ her mind scread, even as her body betrayed her with another desperate contraction around his fingers. ’It’s not logical...’
’This isn’t how things work. This isn’t how love works.’
She tried to find so scientific explanation, so way to categorize this chaos, but there were none. The situation wasn’t a phenonon she could study.
It wasn’t sothing she could predict or control. It was... it was fucking magic. Dark, terrifying magic that had rewritten her entire world in a single night.
"Mmm... fuck... please," she moaned, her professionalism finally shattering completely as another orgasm began to build.
’I’m going to lose him,’ she realized with a sudden, sharp terror. ’I’m going to lose Alexander because of my own goddamn pride...’
’Because I couldn’t just forgive him. Because I wanted... I wanted him to be the man who could at least take responsibility and man up.’
And Rex knew it. Every ti he pushed her body past its limits, he was driving ho the truth: she was no longer the perfect, untouchable Professor Elizabeth.
She was a woman being broken by a man who saw every single one of her cracks and knew exactly how to exploit them.
"Say it, Professor," Rex commanded, his voice dropping to a low growl as he felt her body begin to convulse. "Say what you really think about your clumsy little fiancé now."
"He’s... he’s useless," Elizabeth finally choked out, the words tearing from her throat like shards of glass. "He... he fucking broke it... and you... you’re the one who’s going to fix us all..."
The words felt like treason in her mouth, but as the orgasm tore through her body with unprecedented violence, she realized with a terrifying clarity that she ant it. She ant every fucking word.
’Oh god,’ she thought as her vision blurred and her body slumped against Rex’s imnse fra. ’I’m done... Alexander is gone. And I... I don’t even care.’
Rex’s fingers never stopped their brutal, relentless work inside her, but his left hand abandoned her shaking thighs to roam upward, his broad palm splaying across her flat, toned stomach. He began to circle her womb with his fingertips, his touch both mocking and possessive.
"Look at this perfect little canvas," Rex growled, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "You spend all your ti studying dead languages and dusty books, but this canvas is the only thing worth teaching, Professor."
"This soft, empty space right here... just waiting for sothing real to fill it."
Elizabeth’s breath hitched as his hand traced the curve of her belly.
’No... no, not that,’ her mind scread in protest even as her body betrayed her with a fresh wave of arousal. ’He can’t know... he can’t know what he’s doing.’
"You think Alexander could even make you feel like this?" Rex continued his verbal assault, his fingers suddenly curling deep inside her, deliberately striking a sensitive spot near her cervix. "That clumsy boy couldn’t even hold onto a fucking key without breaking it!"
"You think he could handle what I’m doing to you? You think he could handle ’this’?"
He pressed his fingertips harder against the spot he’d found, finding the exact location of her womb. Elizabeth’s entire body arched violently, her eyes rolling back as a strangled cry tore from her throat.
"Aaa—Ahhh! Fuck!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a desperate wail.
"There it is," Rex chuckled darkly, his hand now pressing firmly against her lower abdon while his fingers continued their relentless, punishing work inside her. "There’s that real response you’ve been hiding behind those fucking nonchalant expressions and that tight fucking robe!"
"You’re just a fucking incubator wrapped in an academic degree, aren’t you?"
’The humiliation,’ Elizabeth thought as her brain struggled to process the sensation. ’The sheer, degrading truth of it...’
’She felt her dignity evaporate like mist in the sun, leaving only this raw, primal reality behind. ’He’s right. He’s so right.’
’Alexander... my sweet Alexander... he’ll never be able to do this to ...’
’He’ll never make feel this alive.’
"Tell , Professor," Rex whispered, his voice dropping to a predatory purr as he felt her internal muscles pulsing frantically around his fingers. "Tell you want this."
"Tell you want to fill you up with sothing that’ll make you forget that pathetic little fiancé forever."
"I... I do," Elizabeth sobbed, her voice thick with arousal and sha. "God, yes... please... fuck... I want it... consider this to fix... his mistake..."
As she admitted the truth, her body went into a full-blown convulsion. Rex didn’t let up; if anything, he pressed harder against her cervix, his fingers working with renewed violence.
Elizabeth’s legs began to shake uncontrollably, her knees buckling under the weight of her own pleasure and exhaustion. "Uggghhhh...!"
"That’s my woman," Rex cheered mockingly. "Now, let’s see if we can’t make you really lose it this ti."
The combination of the deep, deep pressure against her womb and the relentless friction of his fingers sent Elizabeth over the edge. Her entire body went rigid, her back arching so hard it looked like it might snap.
"Ahhhhhh~! Nnhhh—ahhhhhh~!" A primal, uninhibited scream tore from her throat as a massive torrent of fluid sprayed from her, drenching Rex’s hand and splashing down her thighs.
Squirt!
But her body had reached its absolute limit. As the waves of her orgasm ebbed, her legs simply gave out. Her knees buckled forward, and before she could even gasp, she fell back, her backhead almost touching the floor.
’Oh no...’
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