Alia didn’t wait for him to respond to her confession. She took his love as a mandate and began to move.
She rose up on her knees, her hands planted firmly on his muscular chest for leverage, and began to ride him with a frantic, unhinged energy. Her hips moved in a heavy, grinding circle, her wet pussy clenching around his massive shaft with every downward plunge.
As the friction built, the mask of the composed priestess completely shattered. Her head tossed back, her eyes rolled into her head, and her mouth hung open in a silent, ecstatic scream.
Her face was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated lewdness, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and a look of such intense, primal pleasure that it was almost indecent. "Ahhnn~! Hahhh~! Mraaghhnnn~!"
Rex watched her, his eyes dark and predatory. Instead of being moved by her beauty, he felt a surge of arrogant dominance.
He let out a derisive, mocking snort. "Isn’t it disrespectful to show that orgasm face, this face, to your god?"
"Mrahhnn... haannnn... sorry..."
"Look at you," he badmouthed, his voice a low, cruel rumble. "Look at that disgusting, shaless face."
"You look like a common street walker, Alia," Rex laughed. "A high and mighty priestess, reduced to a panting, drooling slut just because a man is inside her."
"Is this what your Goddess would say? ’Look at my most holy servant, making the most pathetic faces for a man’s cock’?"
Alia didn’t care. The insults were like fuel to her fire. Every cruel word he spoke only made her feel more seen, more known.
"Yes!" she gasped, her hips slamming down harder. "Yes, Master! Call a slut! Call anything! Just don’t stop!"
"You’re enjoying this too much, you unfaithful slut!"
"Ugghhh... mmmmnnnnahhhh...."
Rex decided it was ti to turn her pleasure into a lesson in submission. He reached up, his massive hands clamping onto her hips like iron shackles.
"I’ve got to punish you by rubbing against your cervix!" He didn’t just hold her; he began to drive her down, using his imnse strength to force her hips crashing against his with a brutal, rhythmic violence.
"If you love being a slut so much, then let’s see how much you can actually take!" he growled.
He slamd her down with such force that she felt his cock hit the very base of her womb, stretching her internal organs to their absolute limit. It was a sensation of being filled to the point of breaking, a deep, heavy ache that felt like he was reaching into her very soul.
"I know how much you start drooling from both of your mouths when I do this!" Rex taunted, his grip tightening until his fingers left red marks on her skin. "You’re taking it like a greedy little bitch!"
"I’m going to punish you for that greed more and more...!" Rex laughed. "Wait... no... I have a better way!"
"I’m going to fuck the ’holiness’ right out of YOUUU!!!"
The sheer intensity of the impact, combined with his verbal degradation, pushed Alia past the point of no return. She didn’t pull back; instead, she doubled her efforts.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
She began to bounce on him with a desperate, violent ferocity, her muscles straining, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps. She wanted to prove her worth, to show him that she could handle the full weight of his "punishnt."
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Watch , Master!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Watch your worshipper! Watch how much she loves the pain!"
As she slamd herself down one last ti, a sensation like a dam breaking erupted deep within her. Her entire body went rigid, her back arching so violently that it looked as though she might snap.
"HAH~! UHN~! HOOGHH~!" Her eyes flew wide, and a guttural, high-pitched keen tore from her throat.
"You’re starting to thrust faster, can you tell?" Rex smirked. "So lewd! And so fucking disgusting for a priestess who had a husband and a son that’s going to be a hero."
Rex spanks her ass. "Go ahead and cum now, you bitch!"
SPANNKKKK!
"I’M CUMMING...! AHHN~! I-I’M CUMMINGGGHHHHHHH~!"
Suddenly, a torrential spray of clear, hot fluid erupted from her, a massive squirt that drenched Rex’s stomach and the sheets beneath them. She was pulsing, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic, violent spasms as the liquid flooded out of her, a physical manifestation of her total, overwhelming surrender.
"OHHHNNNN~! HAAHHHHHHHNNN~!"
SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~!
She collapsed against his chest, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face buried in the crook of his neck, completely spent and utterly conquered. She had not just reached a climax; she had been washed clean of everything she used to be.
Alia lay there for a mont, her body trembling from the sheer force of her squirt, her breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps.
She thought the ordeal was over, that she could finally lt into the pillows in a state of blissful exhaustion. But Rex was far from finished with his prize.
SLAP!
A sharp, stinging crack echoed through the room as Rex’s massive palm collided with her soaking wet, sensitive buttock. Alia let out a startled, high-pitched yelp, her body jolting on his cock.
"Don’t you dare think you’re done, you greedy slut," Rex growled, his voice thick with a new, even more intense hunger.
SLAP!
He struck her again, harder this ti, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and authoritative. "You don’t get to rest until I say you’re finished."
"Get your plump ass back up! And continue riding to show the faithful worshipper you are towards !"
Instead of the exhaustion she expected, the sting of the spankings sent a fresh, electric jolt of arousal straight to her core. Her clitoris, already swollen and sensitive, throbbed with a renewed, frantic need.
As she forced herself back up, her face didn’t look tired; it looked more depraved than ever. Her eyes were glazed with a dark, hungry madness, and her lips were pulled back in a dazed, lewd grin that scread of a woman who had been completely broken and rebuilt by lust.
"Yes, Master... more... please, more!" she whimpered, her hips beginning to grind against him again.
Rex reached up, his hand cupping the back of her head, pulling her face down to his.
"Kiss ," he commanded, his eyes burning into hers. "Show that you’re still my worshipper even when you’re drowning in your own filth."
Alia leaned down, her mouth crashing against his in a desperate, ssy kiss. As they locked lips, she began to pick up the pace.
She wasn’t just riding him anymore; she was attacking him with her hips. She moved faster and faster, and the wet, slapping sound of their bodies eting beca a frantic, rhythmic percussion.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Rex felt the pressure building in his loins like a volcanic eruption. He was right on the edge, his entire body tensing as he felt the familiar, heavy throb of his impending climax.
But this ti, there was a crucial difference. He wasn’t going to tease her. He wasn’t going to edge her out and leave her begging for the finish like he had the last ti.
He wanted to feel her womb stretch around his seed. He wanted to claim her most intimate depths.
"Faster, Alia! Harder!" he roared against her lips, his hands moving from her head to her waist, helping her drive herself down with punishing force.
Alia heard the command and responded with a primal ferocity. She was a woman possessed, her movents becoming a blur of tanned skin and flying hair.
She was slamming herself down onto him, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his massive shaft with every violent thrust. She was pushing herself to the absolute limit, her internal muscles working overti to milk him, to pull every last drop of his essence into her.
She could feel him thickening inside her, the head of his cock thudding against her cervix with every downward plunge, hitting that deep, sacred spot that made her entire world spin.
She knew he was close. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his muscles were turning to stone beneath her.
"Give it to !" she scread into his mouth, her voice a beautiful, unholy howl of desire. "Fill , Master! Fill my womb with your seed!"
"Don’t hold back~! Destroy ~!"
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