Despite her verbal claims of violation, her body worked overtime to accommodate him. Her clit was rubbing frantically against his pubic bone with every lunge, sending sparks of electricity through her nervous system.

"AHH~! HAHHHH! NNHHAAHHH!" She was panting, her voice cracking as she drifted in and out of coherent thoughts.

Rex laughed, a deep, resonant sound of pure dominance. He leaned over her, his massive shadow swallowing her petite form, his hands moving from her hips to grab her hair, pulling her head back so he could watch her face as he hammered into her.

"Call it whatever you want, princess!" he mocked, his voice thick with lust. "Call it theft, call it rape, call it a sin! But call it what it really is, which is your salvation!"

"Just take a look at yourself!"

’You’re shaking, you’re leaking, and you’re begging for more even as you cry ’help’! Admit it! Admit you belong to the monster!"

"NEVER!" she lied, a loud, high-pitched moan erupting from her throat as he delivered a particularly brutal, deep thrust that made her toes curl and her vision swim. "It’s... it’s not... AHHH! YES! DAMN YOU, REX! STOP! DON’T STOP! AAAAAGH!"

Rex’s laugh was a thunderous, victorious roar that shook the very air in the room. That slip of the tongue, that accidental, desperate command to not stop, was the final seal on her defeat.

He had heard it. He had tasted the truth in her voice.

"There it is!" Rex crowed, his eyes flashing with a predatory brilliance. "The truth finally breaks through the lies!"

"You don’t want to be saved, Mireya!"

"You want to be consumed!"

He knew he had conquered her body, her womb, and her pride.

But there was one bastion of her identity remaining, one sacred temple of her grace that had yet to be desecrated, which was her mouth. Her voice was her weapon, her elegance was her armor, and he intended to strip it all away.

"It’s funny that you’re still denying the real fact!" Rex laughed. "No matter how you look at it, we’re having lovey-dovey sex, right?"

’Ggghhh... he keeps talking like that, I hate it so much! I really need to reject him!"

While continuing to drive his hips into her with a relentless, punishing rhythm, Rex reached up and cupped her face. His large hands were warm and demanding, his fingers digging into her flushed cheeks as he forcefully turned her head to face him.

"Alright then, since I’ve conquered every part of your body, then there’s one thing you’ve kept protected..." Rex smirked. "The mouth that almost was going to be my downfall, but now... it reverses to your own downfall!!!"

Before she could even gasp, he crashed his lips against hers. It wasn’t a kiss, but it was a collision with a violent, territorial claim.

’K-Kiss?! I can’t..!!!’

’This monster isn’t my lover! I can’t kiss him...!’

Mireya’s eyes flew wide in shock. The sudden intrusion of his mouth was a lightning bolt to her senses.

She tried to pull back, her hands flying up to push against his rock-hard chest, her entire willpower focusing on rejecting this final indignity. ’No! Not my lips!’

’Not the mouth that speaks prayers! Not the mouth reserved for Apollo’s kisses!’

But Rex was a force of nature. He groaned deeply into her mouth, his tongue acting like a battering ram as he forced his way past her teeth.

He swirled his tongue around hers with a rough, hungry aggression, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her arousal. He bit her lower lip just hard enough to elicit a whimper, asserting his dominance over her very breath.

’Get off! Get away!’ her mind screamed, a panicked chorus of denial. ’This is madness!’

’He is invading the last part of me!’

’If he takes my breath, if he takes my tongue, there will be nothing left of the old Mireya!’

’I must fight him... I must push him away... but... why won’t my arms work?! Why is my head spinning?!’

As the kiss intensified, the mental wall began to crumble. The friction of his tongue against hers was intoxicating, creating a secondary wave of heat that traveled straight down to her core, syncing with the brutal pounding of his cock inside her.

’No... if I do this with him...’

’Wait... no... stop...’ her inner monologue faltered. ’His tongue... it’s so warm... so dominant...’

’Oh gods, why does it feel so right?’

’No! Deny it!’

’Tell yourself it’s just reflex! It’s just the oxygen deprivation!’

’It’s not... it’s not because you like the way he tastes...’

’My body... will end up misunderstanding this feeling...!’

But her body had stopped listening to her logic. As Rex deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue in a masterful, carnal dance, Mireya’s resistance melted into a helpless, rhythmic response.

Her hands, which had been trying to push him away, instead found purchase in his thick hair, her fingers curling into the strands as she subconsciously pulled him closer. Her tongue, once defensive, began to coil around his, meeting his aggression with a desperate, starving passion of its own.

’Help me...’ she thought, though the plea lacked its former conviction. ’Someone help me...’

’Because if he doesn’t stop... if he keeps kissing me like this... I’m going to forget how to be a lady entirely.’

’I’m going to forget everything except the taste of him...’

She was drowning in him in his scent, his heat, and the overwhelming, delicious cruelty of his touch. The distinction between "being raped" and "being cherished" merged into a singular, overwhelming sensation of complete possession.

Rex finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to leave a thin, silver string of saliva connecting their lips. He hovered just inches from her face, his eyes dancing with a wicked, knowing mirth.

He watched her dazed, swollen lips tremble, her eyes unfocused and swimming with a confusion that bordered on delirium. "Y’know, you don’t have to be so stubborn about it."

"Don’t try to play the martyr now, Mireya," Rex teased, his voice a low, velvet purr that vibrated against her skin. "Your mouth was just singing a very different song."

"If you just admit it, if you just say, ’yes, Rex, take me,’ maybe I’ll be merciful," Rex said, and of course that was a massive lie coming from the man who loves rough sex. "Maybe I’ll slow down just a little."

Mireya swallowed hard, her throat feeling tight and scorched. "Gggghhhh..."

"Never..." she wheezed, her voice a pathetic, fluttering ghost of its former strength. "It was... it was just the shock... the chaos... it means nothing..."

"We’ll see about that," Rex chuckled, the sound brimming with masculine confidence. "Just relax and enjoy having sex with me, okay?"

"I’m not like you... I’m not that kind of frivolous person!"

"Here we go again with that bullshit, hahaha!"

He didn’t give her time to regroup. Moving with the fluid grace of a jungle cat, Rex shifted his stance.

While keeping her pinned to the floor, he planted his feet firmly, rising up on his toes and straightening his legs so he stood over her in a towering, dominant silhouette. He kept her positioned on all fours, her chest pressed low to the cool hardwood, her rear elevated and presented to him like an altar.

Then, he lunged.

He drove himself back into her with a renewed, vertical ferocity. Now, gravity worked in his favor, adding extra weight to every downward slam of his pelvis.

"You’re the one that was so wet that my huge cock slipped in straight away, and now you’re shaking your hips like crazy!"

He leaned forward, wrapping his massive, corded arms around her from behind, his chest crushing against her back in a suffocating, possessive embrace. He hugged her tight, pinning her arms to her sides as he began to pound her pussy with a rhythmic, sledgehammer intensity.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

The sound of his meat hitting her was visceral, echoing through the quiet room. Mireya’s entire world became a blur of sensation.

"Hnggghhh... I’m not... shaking my hips...!"

The sheer force of his standing thrusts caused her entire body to vibrate. Her hips, once struggling to resist, were now caught in the centrifugal force of his momentum, shaking and bucking uncontrollably.

"Aren’t you shaking it really hard right now~?!"

Rex let out a booming, delighted laugh as he felt the rapid, frantic tremors running through her frame. "Stop hurting yourself with lies!"

"Look at yourself!" he roared, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Look at how your hips are dancing for me!"

"You’re shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Mireya!"

"You can’t even keep your body still anymore!"

"You’re loving every goddamn second of this!"

"Lies!" she screamed, though the word was punctuated by a long, high-pitched moan that betrayed her.

Her head was tossed back, her hair sweeping the floor as she fought to maintain her facade. "It’s just... the vibration! The impact! It’s... it’s purely mechanical!"

"It doesn’t mean... AAHHH! ...it doesn’t mean I like it!"

"Mechanical? Is that what we’re calling it now?" Rex teased, his hands migrating from her waist to squeeze her breasts from behind, his thumbs raking over her nipples as he continued the brutal, standing assault. "Does a machine shake like this?!"

"Does a machine moan your name in her sleep?!"

"You’re a liar, Princess! A beautiful, sweating, quivering liar!"

"Having sex and feeling good with someone that’s not your boyfriend..." Rex laughed. "Mireya, you’re excited about this situation, aren’t you?!"