Rex didn’t just take her; he claid her, pulling her with a sharp, singular tug that sent her flying across the narrow space of the carriage and directly onto his lap. He seated himself deeply into the plush leather of the bench, his legs spread wide, and guided her body until she was straddling him in a reverse cowgirl position.
For a heartbeat, they just stared at each other, the air between them thick and humid with the scent of her arousal and his own anticipation. Then, Rex reached up and grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her down into a kiss that was less of a romantic gesture and more of a collision.
It was a rough, starving kiss. Their teeth clashed, and their tongues fought for dominance, a desperate, hungry exchange that had been building since the mont they left the Academy.
Elizabeth’s hands clawed at his shoulders, her fingers digging into his jacket as she tried to pull him even closer, her breath coming in jagged, broken gasps. She had completely forgotten about the ledger, the docuntation, Alexander, and the nine reincarnators waiting in the damp dark of the dungeon.
The only thing that existed was the heat of Rex’s mouth and the hard, demanding line of his body beneath her.
With a low grunt, Rex shifted his grip, his hands sliding down to her thighs to hoist her higher, and in one fluid, violent motion, he guided her down onto him. Elizabeth let out a sharp, choked cry, half pain, half ecstasy, as he filled her up completely. The impact was so sudden and so deep that it stole the very air from her lungs.
"Nnnhhhaahhhnnn~!" She moaned loudly without giving a single fuck about getting caught.
She began to move, her hips grinding in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm, her body taking over where her mind had left off. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, and glazed, her pupils blown out until they were nearly black.
"On second thought... nhhhann... what if soone were to spot us here...?" Elizabeth asked.
"Nahhhh... no one will co because they’re too busy slaying monsters while here I am... slaying you until you’re fully beco my slut!"
The love and lust had rged into one single, overwhelming emotion that painted her face in a mask of pure, raw hunger. She wasn’t just giving in to him; she was surrendering her entire being.
Her eyes had beco windows into a soul that had finally found its true craving, shimring with a desperate, obsessive love that bordered on the manic. "Slurrppp... oh... Rex..."
"You’re... you’re so..." she tried to speak, but it ca out as a broken whimper.
Rex didn’t let her finish. He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her flesh, and began to thrust upward with a brutal force that made her bounce against him.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He was relentless, his pace increasing as he watched her face. He saw the way she bucked, the way her head thrashed from side to side, her hair falling in tangled ribbons around her flushed face.
"You’re mine," he snarled, his voice a low, possessive growl that vibrated through her spine. "Every inch of you... Forget the dungeon... Forget him..."
Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered shut, a moan of absolute submission escaping her as she leaned her head back, her spine arching in a bow. She was completely gone, lost in the sheer, overwhelming power of his body, the rough friction of their clothes, and the sensation of being destroyed and remade in the span of a few minutes.
She didn’t care if Alexander found them; she didn’t care if the entire world saw. All she knew was that she belonged here, trapped between his powerful thighs, being fucked into a state of mindless, happy oblivion.
The carriage swayed with the violence of their union, the leather creaking under the strain, as Rex drove her higher and higher, his hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts, molding her to him until there was no space left between them, nothing but the heat, the noise, and the beautiful, illegal ruin of her professional life.
...
The carriage had beco a chaotic wreck of discarded clothes and scattered docunts. Elizabeth lay on the floor, her back pressed against the worn carpet, her legs draped over Rex’s shoulders.
She was completely naked, her skin glowing in the dim light, her body still shaking from the remnants of her previous climax. But she wasn’t satisfied; the hunger in her eyes had only intensified, her gaze fixed on Rex with a desperate, wide-eyed longing that bordered on the feral.
Rex didn’t give her a chance to breathe. He moved over her, pinning her wrists to the floor above her head, his massive fra dwarfing her as he settled his weight down in a crushing, absolute mating press.
There was no space between them, no room for air, only the brutal, overwhelming proximity of his body.
"Do you like carriage sex?" Rex growled, his voice a dark rumble that she felt in her bones. "Even though this fucking place is cramped and your voices can be heard anywhere."
"Ahnnn~! Yesshhh..." she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Every place... I love it when we’re having sex... especially sneaky sex like this behind Alexander’s back~!"
He didn’t hold back. With a single, devastating thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock thick and unyielding, stretching her to her limit.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Elizabeth’s back arched violently, her head snapping back as she let out a guttural scream that was swallowed by the thick drapes of the carriage. He began to drive into her with a rhythmic, punishing force, his hips slamming against her with a sound like a heartbeat, heavy and relentless.
"Ahn~! AAHANN~! YOUR COCK IS SO ERECT... INSIDE MY PUSSYY~!"
"You love this, don’t you?!" Rex grinned.
"YESSHH~! THAT’S RIGHT~! IT’S UNBEARABLY GOOOODDDDD~!!! NAAHHNNN~!"
Every thrust was a revelation of power, a blunt declaration of ownership. Elizabeth’s legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back to pull him even deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him.
Her face was a picture of pure, unadulterated bliss, her eyes half closed and rolling back as she lost herself in the sheer, crushing weight of him. She was a woman possessed, her body vibrating under the onslaught of his strength.
’Alexander won’t co here... he doesn’t even suspect anything...’
’So I might as well...’
’...enjoy this too~!’
"You’re fucking mine!" Rex roared, his pace increasing, his breath coming in ragged, burning bursts against her neck. "You don’t belong to that fucking academy!"
"You belong here, under !"
The friction beca an inferno, a blinding white heat that threatened to consu them both. Rex’s muscles were taut, his veins bulging as he pushed himself to the absolute limit.
He could feel her internal walls clamping down around him, milking him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her warmth.
"PLEASE~! THRUST MORE...!"
"BLAST YOUR SEN INTO MY WOOOMMBBB~!"
With a final, agonizingly deep thrust, Rex reached his breaking point. He let out a low, animalistic sound, and his entire body locked.
"HERE! TAKE IT!!!" Rex scread.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
"AHHNN~! YESSSHHH~! GIVE IT TO ...!" Elizabeth scread, her hands clawing at his back. "HAAAHHHHNNNN~!"
Rex’s cock pulsed violently inside her, and then the floodgates opened. A massive torrent of hot, thick sen erupted from him, filling her up, spilling over, and pulsing in great, heavy waves.
It felt like an ocean was pouring into her, a tidal wave of release that seed to last forever. He didn’t pull back; he stayed buried deep, his body shuddering as he pumped every last drop into her, claiming her womb, claiming her very soul.
Elizabeth’s eyes flew open, her pupils dilated, her face flushing a deep, dark red as she felt the sheer volu of him filling her. She could feel his cock, still massive and hard, still throbbing with life even as he finished.
She hugged him tight, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him down and holding him there, unwilling to let the mont end.
’Ahhhnn... I love this... so muchhhhh...’
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