She lay there, her legs still spread wide, gasping for air. The sheer volu of his load was staggering. It leaked out of her in thick, white ribbons, staining the bed, the sheets, and her own thighs.
She felt heavy, weighed down by the sheer mass of him inside her, her pussy dripping and overflowing, unable to contain the vastness of what he had given her. ’Both my body and my heart... were completely at his rcy...’
Her vision began to blur. The room spun, and the sounds of her own labored breathing beca a distant hum.
She was fading, the intensity of the orgasm and the sheer physical toll of his body against hers pushing her to the brink of unconsciousness. She was slipping away, ready to give in to the darkness.
But then, Rex moved.
He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, searing kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth, demanding and dominant, tasting of iron and salt.
At the sa ti, his thumb found her clitoris, his calloused skin rubbing against the swollen, sensitive bud with a precision that made her jump. He flicked his thumb back and forth, a slow, cruel, and perfect movent that brought her back from the edge of darkness.
"Stay with ," he murmured against her lips, his voice a dark command. "Don’t you fucking dare close your eyes."
He continued to tease her with his thumb, a slow, deliberate torture that kept her consciousness tethered to the physical world. She whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body trying to pull him back in, even as her mind scread for rest.
Finally, Rex pulled away. He withdrew himself from her with a wet, suctioning sound, leaving her gaping and empty, yet still overflowing.
Alia collapsed. She slid down the bed, her body going limp as she lay there, sprawled out next to her sleeping husband.
She was like a dead frog, her limbs heavy and unresponsive, her breath coming in ragged, shallow heaves. She couldn’t even move her arms; she simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes.
And she leaked.
SCHLOPH~! SQUEAK~! OOZE~!
The sen began to pool beneath her, a sticky, white lake that seeped into the fabric of the bed. It dripped from her, a constant, slow trickle that reminded her of exactly what had happened.
She lay there in a state of total, crushing defeat, her body completely spent, her dignity long gone, and her husband sleeping soundly beside her, oblivious to the fact that his wife was currently filled to the brim with another man’s seed.
...
Minutes later, the room was thick with the heavy, humid scent of a finished conquest, but Rex wasn’t done playing with his prize. He sat upright on the edge of the bed, his massive, dark chest heaving slightly, looking every bit the king of this den of sin.
Alia, still trembling and utterly spent, was pulled back onto his lap. She sat there like a broken doll, her legs draped over his thick thighs, her head leaning back against his shoulder.
Her arms, weak and shaky, reached up to wrap around the back of his neck, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing left in a world that had been turned upside down.
Rex’s large, calloused hands wandered over her body, finding her breasts. He began to roll and pinch her nipples between his fingers, his touch a mix of affection and casual dominance.
Alia let out a soft, broken moan, her eyes rolling back as the sensation sent tiny jolts of electricity through her sensitive, overstimulated nerves.
Rex leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot and slling of lust. But his voice wasn’t sweet; it was dripping with a cruel, mocking venom.
"Look at him, Alia," Rex whispered, his eyes darting to the sleeping Cassius.
"E-eh...? Why is that...?" Alia asked with her stupid, fucked expression.
"Just do it! If you complain too much, I’m not going to fuck you until you’re pregnant!"
"S-Sorry...!"
He let out a low, derisive chuckle. "Look at this pathetic, little man."
’He’s lying there, dreaming of ’divine blessings’ and ’holy unions,’ completely unaware that his wife is nothing more than a vessel for a real man."
He squeezed her nipple a little harder, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "He thinks he’s the protector of this house, the head of this family... but he’s just a spectator in his own life."
"He’s a man who sleeps while the beast ravages his most precious treasure."
Alia shivered, a strange, masochistic pleasure blooming in her chest at the way he insulted the man she had once honored. The more Rex degraded Cassius, the more Alia felt her own devotion to Rex swell.
"Tell him, Alia," Rex commanded, his voice dropping to a dark, seductive growl. "Tell him the truth... or at least, the truth he wants to hear."
"Tell him how much he’s going to love his ’second child.’"
"Tell him how much ’baby-making sex’ you’re going to have..." Rex licks her earlobe. "Make him feel proud of his little dream while you’re underneath , getting brutally fucked until you’re heavy with my seed."
He leaned back, forcing her to look at him. "Mock him with your happiness!"
"Let him enjoy his beautiful, lying wet dream while you lie here, being used, being filled, and being claid by a man who actually knows how to handle a woman like you!"
"Let him think he’s winning, while you and I are the ones truly living."
Alia looked at Cassius, then back at Rex. A dark, intoxicating sense of superiority replaced the sha she should have felt. She leaned into Rex, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, her voice a sultry, mocking caress.
"Yes, my lord..." she breathed, a wicked glint in her eyes. "He’s so happy in his little dream... he has no idea how much ’love’ we’re going to make."
"He’ll be so proud of his ’blessing’... while you’re busy making sure I never forget who my real master is."
She let out a soft, lodic giggle that sounded almost like a taunt, a sound that drifted toward the sleeping Cassius, who only smiled more deeply in his sleep, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was currently celebrating his inadequacy in the arms of the man who had just conquered her.
"My new god... Rex Rexilion and I are going to start having hot, baby-making sex..."
"Rex is going to cum inside while we kiss..."
Rex laughed and then pinched both her nipples hard. "You’re such a slut! Your nipples are so hard!"
Rex’s eyes flashed with a predatory hunger. He wasn’t finished with the psychological tornt; he wanted the physical desecration to be as close to the "victim" as possible.
"Lay down," Rex commanded, his voice a low vibration of authority.
He laid Alia on the bed, but not in a way that allowed her any comfort. He positioned her sideways, her body stretched out in a vulnerable, exposed sprawl.
He sat up, looming over her, but he positioned himself so that his face was re inches away from the sleeping Cassius. He wanted to be able to watch the man’s peaceful, lying face while he tore his wife apart.
Rex reached down and grabbed Alia’s left leg, hoisting it high up toward her chest. This angle was devastating. It opened her up completely, tilting her pelvis upward and presenting her most sensitive depths to him.
"Watch him, Alia," Rex whispered, his gaze fixed on Cassius’s serene expression. "Watch the man who thinks he owns you, while I take what is truly mine."
Without a mont’s hesitation, Rex drove himself back into her. The way she pulled up her leg didn’t just allow him to enter her; it impaled her.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Each thrust was a violent, deep invasion that slamd directly against her cervix.
"HNNGGGHHHNNN~!!! OH GODS! REX! AHHH!" Alia’s head snapped back, her eyes rolling into her skull.
The sensation was overwhelming, a brutal, deep-seated pressure that sent waves of agonizingly perfect pleasure crashing through her. She was a slave to the cervix orgasm, her entire body convulsing with every heavy, rhythmic slam.
"Is it deep enough, Alia?" Rex mocked, his voice a dark rumble as he increased the speed. "Does it feel like a blessing from the Goddess? Or does it feel like a man’s mark?"
"It feels... AHH!... it feels like... YES!... like you’re breaking !" she shrieked, her voice a jagged edge of ecstasy. "GWAAAGHHHHNNNN~!"
"I’M ALREADY GOING TO CUM AGAIN~! YES~! YES! YES! YES! YES! SOOO GWOOOGGHHHDDDD~!"
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"Hahahahahaha!" Rex laughed. "That’s not what a mother should sound like!"
Rex wasn’t satisfied with her lying there. He wanted more movent, more sound, and more raw, animalistic display.
He reached down, grabbing her by the hips, and hauled her up. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, forcing her into a primal doggystyle position.
"You’re loving that cervix orgasm, huh?" She was now arched, her rear thrust toward the ceiling, positioned directly beside the sleeping Cassius’s head.
The sound in the room was deafening. The wet, slapping sound of skin hitting skin, the heavy thud of Rex’s pelvis, and Alia’s unhinged vocalizations filled the room.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"REEEEEEX! DEEPER! PLEASE, DEEPER!" she wailed, her fingers digging into the mattress, her back arching violently with every lunge. "HE’S RIGHT HERE! HE’S RIGHT NEXT TO US, AND YOU’RE... YOU’RE FUCKING SO HARD! AHHHNNNN!"
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