Chapter 431: 431. There’s No Mercy At Having Pleasure! We’re Going To Taint Her Inside!*

He increased the pace to a blinding, impossible speed, his hips becoming a blur of muscle and motion. He was hammering her womb with the force of a torrential rain, his movements so rapid and powerful that Mireya couldn’t even form coherent screams anymore, only long, ragged, soul-shattering wails of pure, unmitigated ecstasy.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"AAHHHHNNNN! HAAAHHHHH! PLEASE~!!! TAKE IT OUT!!! HHNNNNGGGGHHH!"

"IT’S STARTING TO FEEL WEEEIIIIRRDDDD~!!!"

Every time he bottomed out, he whispered more vitriol into her ear, mocking her desperation even as he accelerated the inevitable. "That’s it... scream for it!"

"Beg for the seed of the man you claim to despise!" Rex laughed. "Open up for me! Let me drown your pride in my heat!"

"Your face is telling me exactly how much you love being ruined."

"Every moan, every tear, every stupid little lie... it’s all written right there on your skin."

"You’re beautiful when you’re a mess, Mireya. Especially when you’re my mess."

He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her back onto him with a brutal yank, refusing to let her hide, forcing her to endure the glory of her own spectacular downfall.

"OHH~! MIREYA, YOUR ANUS IS FULLY EXPOSED!!!"

The violence of the act escalated until the air itself seemed to hum with the tension of their bodies colliding. Rex was no longer merely having sex, but he was performing a siege.

Every lunge was a tactical strike aimed directly at her core, his massive length slamming repeatedly against her cervix with a dull, heavy thud that resonated deep in her abdomen.

"D-Don’t look...! DON’T LOOK!" She cried while moaning. "AHHNNNN~!"

"Rex... please..." Mireya sobbed, her voice barely a whisper amidst the cacophony of skin hitting skin. "Be gentle... just for a moment... it’s so deep... it feels like you’re breaking me... please, be gentle..."

Rex answered her request with a guttural snort of derision. "Gentle? Since when did you ever want gentle, Mireya?"

"You want to be handled like a lady, but you react like a whore!" To prove his point, he reached forward and seized both of her wrists, pulling her arms back behind her torso.

By pinning her arms, he arched her back even further, exposing her belly and her throat, leaving her completely defenseless and maximizing the depth of every single thrust.

With her limbs restrained, he was able to drive himself into her with a terrifying, uninhibited power. The friction was intense, almost searing, as he pulverized her insides with a rhythmic, unrelenting fury.

"HNNN! No...! You’re gonna break my pussy...! Please... do it more gently...!"

Suddenly, Mireya felt a change in his rhythm. The frantic, stabbing thrusts slowed slightly, replaced by a heavy, pulsing pressure that felt ominous and profound.

She felt the tension in his thighs, the way his breathing hitched into jagged, predatory grunts, and the unmistakable thickening of his shaft within her.

’He’s going to...!’ Fear and a strange, dizzying anticipation flared in her gut. ’He’s going to fill me!’

’He’s saving it all for my womb!’

"NGGGHH! IT’S REACHING SO DEEP...!"

"N-NO! REX! WAAAIITTTT!" she cried out, a sudden instinct for preservation kicking in.

The idea of carrying his seed, of being physically marked by his climax, sent a jolt of holy terror through her. "Not inside! Rex, please! Cum outside!"

"Don’t put it in there! Keep it clean! Please, Rex, don’t—!"

But Rex was far beyond the point of listening to pleas. He was a man possessed by the approaching storm of his own release.

When she tried to squirm away, he simply used one hand to grab her hair, pressing her forehead firmly against the wooden floor to stabilize her, while his other hand clamped onto her hip.

"Too late, Princess," he growled, his voice dropping to a primal, tectonic rumble. "You asked for this."

"You begged for it, and now, you’re going to take every drop," Rex laughed. "And stop ruining it! The feeling of hitting your womb is great right now because of how cold it is!"

"Women in fantasy worlds are unique like what do you mean you can produce some icy temperature inside because of your magic?!"

Driven by a sudden impulse to finish her off completely, Rex began to transition. He didn’t let her go, but instead, he used his overwhelming strength to roll her onto her back mid-thrust.

It was a feat of pure athleticism, a seamless movement that left Mireya gasping as she was flipped beneath him. "I’m almost fucking there right now... better get ready~!"

He sat heavily upon her, straddling her waist, and hooked his hands under her knees. With a grunt of exertion, he shoved her thighs back toward her shoulders, spreading her open so wide it felt as if she might split in two.

This new position offered him the ultimate advantage, where he could now bury himself to the absolute hilt, his base grinding brutally against her clitoris while his tip hammered relentlessly against her womb.

"It’s gonna be a huge load~! So swallow it all in your womb!"

"W-WAIT! PLEASE! NOT INSIDEEEE!!!"

’He’s gonna do it inside...?!’

"Look at me!" Rex commanded, his eyes wild and dilated as he prepared to explode. "Look at the man who’s claiming you!"

Mireya could do nothing but stare up at him, her legs trembling in the air, her eyes wide and streaming with tears of pure, sensory overload. She was completely splayed, completely vulnerable, and as she felt the first tremors of his massive orgasm beginning to ripple through his cock, she realized there was nowhere left to run.

The king was descending, and he intended to conquer her very soul.

"Rex! No! Stop, wait!" Mireya’s voice rose to a hysterical pitch, her hands clawing feebly at the bedsheets as she felt the seismic shifts happening within him.

The sheer heat radiating from his loins was staggering. "Don’t do it inside! Please, have mercy!"

"It’s too much... the shame... oh gods, Rex, don’t put it in me!"

"Oh c’mon, we’ve already gone this far...! Just obediently take it in! To celebrate the day you became my fucking bitch!"

"NOO! HNNNNGHH! ANYTHING BUT THAT...!!!"

Her pleas were the frantic cries of a woman trying to hold back a tidal wave with her bare hands. She could feel the pulse of his manhood, the thick, throbbing rhythm of his impending climax, and the dread of being filled with his essence terrified her.

But Rex wasn’t interested in mercy because he was interested in total, undeniable ownership.

Instead of slowing down, he redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming even more violent and cavernous. He slammed into her with a ferocity that made the very foundations of the room seem to shudder.

He wasn’t just fucking her anymore, but he was punishing her, driving his cock home with a vengeance that sought to reach the very depths of her being.

"N-NO! STOP!! AHHH! HAHHHHN! HAVE MERCY—AHHHNNNNNN~!"

"Again with this mercy?!" Rex barked, a dark, triumphant laugh erupting from his chest as he stared down at her beautifully wrecked face. "You want mercy after all the games you’ve played?"

"After all the times you looked at me like I was nothing but a beast while your body screamed for me to devour you!?"

He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her flushed skin, his eyes burning with a predatory fire.

"Today, there is no mercy, Mireya!"

"Today, you pay the price for every lie, every fake prayer, and every ounce of pride you’ve wasted!" He let out a guttural groan, his hips beginning to quiver with the onset of his release. "You think you can stay pure?"

"Think you can stay untouched?!"

"Wrong! You’re getting every single drop of me today!"

"You’re going to carry my mark inside you so you never, ever forget who truly conquered you!"

"NO! REEEEX!" she shrieked, her head thrashing from side to side. "P-PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THATTTT!!!"

"Accept it!" he roared, his voice a command from a god. "Accept your fate, you beautiful, filthy little liar! Take it! TAKE IT ALL!"

"NOO!!! AHHHNNNN! NGGGHHHH!!!"

’Move... resist it... Mireya!!!’