Her eyes widened in genuine, frantic shock. She scrambled backward, her hips sliding against the sweat-slicked sheets, her heart beginning to race with a new kind of terror.
Her husband was lying right there, re inches from her, his breathing deep and even, looking as though he had been sleeping peacefully beside her all night.
She looked down at her own body, the stains on the sheets, the soreness in her womb, and the lingering sensation of being filled to the brim and then back at her husband’s innocent, dreaming face.
The sheer impossibility of it made her head spin. She was a woman caught between two worlds: the holy, dostic life of a wife and the depraved, animalistic reality of a woman claid by a god of lust.
Rex didn’t even glance at the sleeping Cassius as he reached out, his large, calloused fingers gripping Alia’s chin. He tilted her head up, forcing her to look directly into his dark, hungry eyes.
He didn’t just want her body; he wanted her soul, her will, and her future.
"Don’t worry about him," Rex murmured, his voice a low, commanding rumble that seed to vibrate through her entire being.
He slid his hand down from her chin, his fingers trailing slowly, possessively, along the sensitive line of her neck. His touch was searing, marking her, claiming her even as her husband lay inches away.
"He’s drifting in a dream I gave him..."
"He’s dreaming of you... and a new child." Rex grinned. "He thinks the Goddess has blessed him with a second son."
Alia’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow gasps. "W-what...?"
"But... that’s not true," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and yearning.
Rex’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "That’s right... It’s not..."
"When he wakes up and finds out you’re pregnant, he’ll believe it’s his."
"He’ll cherish that child, raise it as his own, and never know the truth." His fingers tightened slightly on her neck, pulling her closer until their lips almost touched. "But you and I will know..."
"You’ll carry my seed, and when you look at that child, you’ll see ." Rex smirked. "You’ll know that I’m the one who claid you."
The sheer audacity of his words, the blatant desecration of her marriage, should have repulsed her. Instead, it lit a fire in her that burned away every trace of her religious devotion.
She didn’t care about the temple, the Goddess, or even her husband’s feelings. All that mattered was the man before her, the dark, powerful force that had broken her and then rebuilt her in his own image.
"I... I don’t care," she breathed, her voice now thick and heavy with a desperate, aching need. "I don’t care what he thinks..."
’I want it... I want your child."
She leaned into him, her body molding itself against his firm, unyielding fra. She was no longer the High Priestess; she was nothing more than a woman driven by a primal, animalistic urge to be filled and claid again.
As she stared up at him, a transformation took place in her eyes. Gone were the clarity and intelligence that had always defined her, replaced by a glazed, lustful devotion.
Two shimring, deep red hearts manifested in her pupils, glowing with an intensity that signaled her total submission. She wasn’t just accepting his proposal; she was worshipping it.
"Yes," she moaned, her head tilting back to give him better access to her neck. "Make yours..."
"I’m yours... Do whatever you want to ..."
"I want to carry your child... I want to be your slave."
Rex’s eyes flared with satisfaction. He had completely broken her, stripped away every ounce of her dignity, and replaced it with a singular, overwhelming purpose: to serve him.
He leaned down, his mouth pressing against her ear, his voice dark, promising, and terrifying.
"Then let’s get started," he whispered, his hand sliding down from her neck to the swell of her breast. "I’m not done with you yet."
...
The atmosphere in the master bedroom had reached a fever pitch of sacrilegious ecstasy. The air was thick, almost visible, with the heavy scent of sex and the electric tension of the forbidden.
Minutes had passed, yet the intensity had only escalated. Rex sat regally on the edge of the bed, his massive fra positioned right beside the sleeping, blissful Cassius.
Alia was perched precariously on Rex’s lap, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her body a trembling vessel of pure lust. She was kissing him with a desperate, starving ferocity, her tongue dancing with his in a rhythmic, wet cadence that sounded like a continuous, sloppy caress.
She wasn’t the poised priestess anymore; she was a woman possessed, a creature of pure sensation.
The proximity of her husband was the ultimate aphrodisiac. Every ti she felt the warmth of Cassius’s breathing just inches away, a jolt of pure, unadulterated adrenaline shot through her.
The danger of being caught, the sheer wrongness of the act, only served to fuel her arousal, making every touch from Rex feel ten tis more intense. She was fucking him in the most blatant way possible, her hips grinding against his in a frantic, uninhibited rhythm, all while the man she had sworn her life to lay in a blissful, manufactured dream just a heartbeat away.
Then, the dynamic shifted from the seated frenzy to a more primal, devastating display.
Rex maneuvered her, laying her back onto the bed. For a mont, she lay there, panting and flushed, staring at the ceiling as she rested beside her sleeping husband.
But the respite was short-lived. Rex moved between her legs, his presence looming over her like a dark god.
He reached down, his massive, tanned hands gripping her thighs with a strength that left faint red marks on her pale skin. He pulled her legs wide, spreading her completely open, exposing her swollen, dripping, and utterly wrecked pussy to the dim light of the room.
With a sudden, powerful surge, Rex drove himself into her.
PLAPPPPPPPPPP!
"AHHHHHHNNNNNN~!"
The scream tore from Alia’s throat, loud and unbridled. Gone were the days of stifled moans and suppressed cries.
She no longer cared about the "studying" lie or the sanctity of the room. She let out a long, piercing wail of pure, agonizing pleasure as Rex’s massive cock buried itself deep within her, hitting her cervix with the force of a sledgehamr.
He began to thrust with a brutal, unrelenting tempo. Each lunge was deep, heavy, and devastatingly precise.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound of his pelvis slamming against her was rhythmic and animalistic, echoing in the quiet room.
"Rex... Rex! Oh gods, Rex!" she shrieked, her head tossing wildly from side to side on the pillow.
Her voice rose in a crescendo of moans and high-pitched, lodic screams that filled the space between her and the sleeping Cassius. ’Ohhhh... I can’t believe... there’s pleasure that goes beyond it all...’
’I’m literally cheating and having an affair with my son’s friend... right next to my sleeping husband...’ Alia thought. ’There’s no coming back from this... all of my sins... can’t be purified anymore.’
’But I don’t care anymore...! I devoted myself only to this man now...!’
She was coming in waves, her body convulsing with every heavy thrust. The friction relentlessly hamred her clitoris, while her internal walls clenched around him in desperate, rhythmic spasms.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"AHN~! OHOHHHHHH~! I’M CUMMING NEXT TO MY HUSBAND WHILE GETTING BRUTALLY FUCKED~!!!" She scread while cumming nonstop, her juices spraying and mixing with the sweat on the sheets, her entire being dissolving into a singular, pulsing sensation of pleasure.
She was a ss of beautiful, holy degradation. She was screaming his na, her voice cracking with the intensity of her release, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him filling her, over and over again, with the seed of the man who had truly conquered her soul.
In that room, there was no Goddess of Life; there was no High Priestess. There was only the sound of a woman being utterly unmade by the man she now worshipped.
"You’ve been waiting for this, huh?" Rex grinned. "All that ti... I’ve made you so fucking frustrated."
"You’ve kept waiting for fucking days, and I know damn well that must have been lonely!" Rex laughed. "But don’t worry..."
"I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget about it!"
’I-if this doesn’t stop..."
"AHHNNNNNNN~! OHHHHH~! I CAN’T STOP CUMMINGGHHH~!"
SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~! SQUIRT!
Rex didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. With a final, guttural snarl, he surged forward one last ti, burying himself to the hilt and locking his arms around her, pinning her against the mattress.
PLAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!
"We’re going to do so real baby-making!" He shuddered violently, his entire body tensing as he unleashed a torrent of hot, thick sen deep inside her. "I’ll put all my baby juice... INSIDE YOU!!!"
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
It was a flood, an endless, impossible amount of seed that seed to defy the laws of nature. Alia’s eyes flew open, her body arching in a final, convulsive spasm as she felt her womb fill to the point of bursting.
"HUOOOGGHHHNNNNNNN~!!!"
The seed flowed into her, filling every corner, spilling over the sides of her opening and drenching the sheets. Even as he finished, the flow didn’t stop; it continued to gush out of her, a relentless tide of his essence that made her feel like she was drowning in him.
’I’m really going to beco... his devoted worshipper that’s going to get pregnant by him... oh god... this is the best day of my life... to carry a real god’s baby...’
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