Chapter 428: 428. It’s Not Being Forceful If The Body Enjoys It More Than The Mind**

"Just breathe, Mireya," Rex whispered, his voice dripping with a condescending sweetness that made her skin crawl. "Feel how perfectly you fit around me."

"Feel how your body is welcoming the man you actually need, instead of the boy you pretend to love."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Think about Apollo."

"Think about how he’d tremble if he saw you like this spread wide, weeping, and stuffed full of a real man."

"He’d probably faint at the sight of his ’pure’ lady being ruined so thoroughly."

’He wants a statue, but we both know you’re a fucking animal underneath all that silk."

Inside her mind, Mireya was a battlefield of conflicting emotions. ’Shut up! Shut up, you arrogant beast!’ she yelled internally. ’He is kind... he is gentle... he honors me! This is a sin! This is a nightmare!’

Yet, as Rex spoke, his words acting as a psychological lash, she couldn’t ignore the traitorous response of her nerves. ’But Apollo hasn’t ever made me feel this alive... even if it’s through pain.’

’Why does my womb ache for him to stay?’

’Why am I craving the very thing that is destroying me?’

’Am I truly becoming the slut he calls me?’

’Is my virtue just a lie told to cover up this hunger?’

The conflict was agonizing. Part of her wanted to die of shame right there on the floor, to vanish so she wouldn’t have to face the reality of her betrayal.

But another part, the part Rex was currently conquering, was beginning to revel in the sheer, overwhelming power of his occupation.

"You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?" Rex teased, a cruel glint in his eyes as he noticed the way her internal muscles twitched around him. "Trying to conjure his face to shield you from the pleasure."

"But you can’t, can you? Because all you can feel is me."

"All you can smell is me. And all you can think about is how much you want me to start moving."

’He knows,’ she thought, a sob catching in her throat. ’He sees right through the lies.’

’God help me... he’s right.’

’Even as I hate him, my body is begging him to destroy me completely.

"That reaction... is this the first time it reached your womb?"

"Please... Rex... enough," Mireya whimpered, her voice trembling as she felt the immense, heavy pressure of him anchored deep within her.

The sensation of him resting against her womb was overwhelming, a constant reminder of her loss of innocence. "Take it out... just for a moment... let me breathe... please, let me catch my breath before you..."

Rex didn’t obey. Instead, he gave a low, mocking chuckle, pulling back just a fraction of an inch only to press the head of his cock against her most sensitive spot again, teasing her with the promise of movement without delivering it.

"HNNGGGHH!"

"Take it out?!" he taunted, his eyes burning with lustful triumph. "Why would I take it out when you’re holding me so tightly?!"

"You’re like a glove, Mireya. A perfect, soaking wet little glove."

"And of course... we’re just getting started~! So, there’s no way I’m pulling out now!"

Before she could protest again, the teasing ended and the onslaught began. Without warning, Rex lunged forward, driving his hips upward with a savage, unrestrained force.

"SUCH A TIGHT RAW PUSSY NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED WELL ENOUGH!" He transitioned from stillness into a brutal, rhythmic pummeling, slamming his pelvis against hers with the ferocity of a predator.

"AHHH! REX! OH GOD!" Mireya shrieked, her head snapping back. ’HE’S ABSOLUTE ROUGH!!! AGGHH!’

The roughness was unlike anything she had ever experienced. There was no tenderness, no courtship, but there was only the raw, primitive friction of his massive girth sliding in and out of her, stretching her limits with every violent thrust.

Desperate to regain some semblance of dignity, Mireya squeezed her eyes shut tight, biting her lip and pressing her hand against her mouth to muffle the sounds escaping her.

"You’re making such a nice face after I stuck it in~!"

But it was useless. Every time he bottomed out, hitting her cervix with a heavy, thudding impact, a loud, unbidden moan escaped her fingertips.

"N-NO! I’M NOT!"

The pleasure was too sharp, too deep, and far too intense to be contained. Her body was reacting to the violence of his movements by tightening around him, her internal muscles milking him with every lunge.

"AHH! HAA! HAHH!"

’Gross... it hurts...’

"Then why are you making this sound here?!" Rex said while reminding her pussy and mouth that were making lewd noises. "Is it from feeling guilty to Apollo?"

"Haaahhhh!!!" Mireya tries so hard not to moan, but she can’t control it at all. ’I-It’s supposed to hurt..."

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Don’t hide it!" Rex commanded, his voice a gravelly roar.

He reached down and grabbed her hips, his large hands digging into her flesh like talons. He hauled her hips upward, tilting her pelvis at the perfect angle to allow him to drive even deeper, his thrusts becoming faster and more punishing.

"Let me hear you! Let everyone know who owns you!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He fucked her with a singular, focused intent to ruin her, his movements calculated to maximize the sensation of his size. From his vantage point, Rex had a perfect view of her face.

Despite her attempts to maintain a stoic mask, she was a vision of ecstatic ruin. Her eyes were rolled back slightly, her brow was furrowed in a mix of concentration and overwhelmed bliss, and her lips were parted in a continuous stream of breathless gasps.

She looked beautiful in her undoing, a goddess brought low by a mortal’s hunger.

"Ahhh! Haaannnn... nnnhhhhh!"

"You’re moaning while shaking your big tits! I can’t believe that you’re this kind of girl~!" Rex laughed.

’No...! It’s starting to feel... different...!’

"Stop... please... you’re... you’re killing me..." she gasped out, her words slurred and broken. "It’s too much... Rex, stop... ahhh! Nnngh!"

Even as her lips spat out denials, her body told a different story. Her hips were unconsciously rising to meet his strikes, her legs were wrapping partially around his waist to draw him even closer, and her entire countenance radiated a primal, submissive joy.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Your mouth says, ’stop,’ but your face... your sweet, beautiful face tells me you want me to never let go," Rex growled, his pace accelerating into a blurring frenzy of skin slapping against skin.

He watched her, fueled by the sight of her delicious contradiction, enjoying the way he could make the proudest woman in the land beg for mercy while her soul surrendered to the pleasure of his wrath.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The tempo shifted from a rhythmic pounding to a chaotic, violent blitzkrieg. Rex grew increasingly feral, his thrusts becoming shorter, sharper, and significantly more forceful. He wasn’t just fucking her anymore, but he was attempting to hammer her into the very floorboards.

The sound of his pelvic bone colliding with her ass echoed through the room like a drumbeat of war, a wet, slapping cadence that signaled her complete disintegration. "Stop hurting yourself and let out a lot of moans, hahaha!"

"AHH! AH! REX! PLEASE! YOU’RE AAAHH!" Mireya’s attempts to stifle her voice failed spectacularly.

The sheer velocity of his movements turned her moans into uncontrolled, musical shrieks of pure sensation. Every time he bottomed out, her entire frame jolted, her vocal cords vibrating with a frequency of pleasure that betrayed every word she had ever spoken about her virtue.

"Listen to those sounds!" Rex barked, a sadistic grin splitting his face.

He leaned down, his chest heaving against her back, whispering venomously into her ear. "Is that how a princess moans?!"

"Does Apollo make you sound like a goddamn animal?!"

"You sound like a bitch in heat, Mireya! A filthy, needy, beautiful little bitch!"

"NO! DON’T CALL ME THAT!" she wailed, though the way her hips bucked instinctively against his groin suggested otherwise. "It’s... it’s not... because I want it! It’s just... ugh! AAAHHH!"

’No...! I must deny him..."

"Ahhh... ugghhh... i-it’s because you’re forcing it on me!" Mireya managed to speak while holding her moaning. "I’m screaming and moaning because I’m being raped...!"

Deciding to escalate the carnage, Rex suddenly shifted his weight. He didn’t let her settle, but instead, he maneuvered her body with practiced ease, flipping her over so she was on her hands and knees in a primal doggy-style position.

He kept a firm grip on her waist, his thumbs digging into the dimples above her hips to anchor her for the coming assault. From this angle, he could see everything: the way her breasts swung wildly with each strike, the flush creeping up her neck, and the way her vulva was drenched, glistening with the overflow of her arousal.

"It’s not rape if your body enjoys it, hahaha!"

"Now, let’s really show you what you’ve been missing," Rex growled.

He reared back and drove himself into her with a ferocious, lunging motion that nearly lifted her off the ground.

PLAAPPP!!!

"UGGGHHHH!"

The change in angle allowed him to hit her even harder, his cock sliding in at a trajectory that scraped along her vaginal walls with unprecedented intensity, and the impact was deafening.

"OH MY GOD! STOOOOOP!" Mireya screamed, her forehead slamming into the floor as she struggled to keep her balance.

Her hair was a tangled mess, soaked in sweat, and her eyes were blown wide with a terrifying cocktail of sensations. "This is wrong! This isn’t love! This is... this is being taken forcefully!"

’You’re raping me, Rex! You’re stealing my soul! Someone... someone save me!"