Chapter 536: 536. She Forget The Goddess Of Life Because Now... I’m The God She Worships**
Minutes later, the air in the bedroom was heavy, humid, and smelled of sex, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled semen. Rex sat propped up against the headboard, his massive, muscular frame relaxed but still radiating a terrifying, predatory energy.
He looked like a king who had just finished a feast, satisfied but already hungry for more.
Amelia was draped across his lap, facing him in a position of total, unashamed submission. She wasn’t just sitting; she was worshipping.
Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression one of pure, ecstatic devotion as she leaned in close, her tongue darting out to lick his earlobes with soft, rhythmic strokes.
"Master... oh, Master..." she whimpered against his skin, her breath hot and ragged. "The taste of you is everywhere... but it’s not enough... It’s never enough."
She moved her lips down to the column of his neck, leaving wet, trailing kisses before looking up at him with eyes that were wide and desperate. Her hands wandered over his hard pectorals, her fingers trembling.
"Please, Master," she begged, her voice a broken, melodic plea. "Please... let me feel you inside."
"Let me feel your weight filling my emptiness..." She keeps licking her earlobe. "Put your cock in my pussy... let me feel the truth of you again."
Rex let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through her chest. "It’s so fucking funny seeing a high priestess act like this."
"So impatient, my little slut," he teased, though his eyes were burning with a dark fire.
"Please... master Rex... would you please put your big hard cock inside my hot, wet pussy?"
"Please make me cum with your huge cock..."
Amelia didn’t wait for a formal invitation. She lunged forward, capturing his lips in a deep, messy, and incredibly slutty kiss.
It wasn’t a kiss of affection; it was a kiss of hunger, a desperate attempt to consume him. She used her tongue greedily, her mouth searching his as if she were trying to drink his very essence.
Rex didn’t just receive the kiss; he took control of it. His large, tanned hands descended, gripping her ass with bruising force.
He pulled her hips hard against his, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss, dominating the contact until she was breathless and gasping for air between their lips. He was reminding her, with every squeeze of his fingers, that even when she was the one moving, he was the one in command.
"Move your hips harder, like I taught you! Use your ass to make wider strokes!"
"Y-yes..."
Finally, he pulled back just an inch, his lips glistening with her saliva. A slow, challenging, and incredibly dominant smile spread across his face.
"You want to be the one in control, do you?" Rex asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
He leaned back, sprawling out across the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, using his powerful arms as a pillow, looking up at her with an expression of amused superiority.
"Fine," he challenged, his eyes raking over her lewd, sweat-slicked body. "Go on then."
"Take the top and impress me with the way you handle me," Rex grinned. "Show me if you can actually survive being the one to drive the pace, or if you’ll just crumble under the weight of your own lust."
He spread his legs slightly, presenting his massive, throbbing cock to her, a silent dare.
"Do it, Amelia."
"Be the mistress of your own sin. But remember..." His grin widened, becoming something truly predatory. "I’m still the one who decides when you’ve had enough."
Amelia felt a jolt of pure, electric adrenaline. The challenge was intoxicating. She climbed over him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips, her eyes locked onto his with a newfound, fierce determination.
She was going to show him. She was going to show him that she wasn’t just a vessel to be filled but a woman who could dance with the devil himself.
"I-I’m going to put your raw cock... inside my pussy..."
"Make sure to start nice and slow, got it?" Rex laughed. "We don’t want you to get Ko’d in the first second."
"Y-yes..."
Amelia hovered over him, her shadow looming large against the headboard as she prepared to claim her moment. Her eyes were fixed on his massive, turgid cock, which stood proud and inviting between his muscular thighs.
She reached down, her fingers trembling as they guided his heavy head to her entrance. Slowly, with a deliberate and agonizingly sensual motion, she began to lower herself.
"Now, slowly lower your hips and put your heart into it," Rex said while guiding her. "Think of it as if it were your purification for leaving the goddess of life, hahaha!"
"And make sure to push your slutty tits against me!"
’He really started treating me like his faithful worshipper...’
The sensation was overwhelming. As the broad, hot head of his cock breached her swollen lips, a visceral wave of memory crashed over her.
’The first time.’
In her mind, she was transported back to that terrifying night of her first encounter with him. Back then, she had been a girl of pure, unyielding faith.
She remembered the frantic, desperate prayers she had whispered to the Goddess of Life, begging for strength and forgiveness, her soul screaming in protest as Rex ruthlessly claimed her body.
Back then, she had fought him with every ounce of her virtue, weeping as she tried to hold onto the light of her divinity while he dragged her into the dark. But as she slid further down, the memory didn’t bring pain; it brought a profound, soul-shattering realization.
The Goddess of Life had been silent that night. The Goddess had offered only cold, distant light. But Rex... Rex was here. Rex was heat; Rex was weight; Rex was the thunder that shook her very foundation.
With a long, shuddering gasp, Amelia sank all the way down. "Ahhnnnn~!"
Her hips hit his with a heavy thud as his massive shaft buried itself to the very hilt, stretching her to her absolute limit and slamming deep into her cervix. The sensation was so intense, so primal, that her vision blurred.
SCHLUUUUPPP~!
"Your pussy’s nice and wet... yeah... that’s what I thought," Rex smirked. "Now give me another kiss to seal your devotion as a worshipper while you tell me you love like a worshipper would!"
"Oh... Gods..." she moaned, but she wasn’t calling to the heavens.
She was calling to the man beneath her. "Mpphhh..."
She leaned forward, her breasts swaying heavily as she descended, and began to rain lewd, hungry sucking kisses all over his face, his neck, and his chest. She was a woman possessed, her kisses messy and uninhibited, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles with a frantic, worshipful energy.
She pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her face a mask of beautiful, sinful ecstasy. The High Priestess was gone; there was only a woman who had found her true deity.
"The Goddess is nothing, Rex..." she whispered, her voice thick with emotion and lust, her eyes searching his with a terrifying sincerity. "She is a shadow... a dream... but you... you are the only thing that is real."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she let out a confession that would have been heresy in any other temple.
"I don’t want her forgiveness anymore," she sobbed, a single tear of joy escaping her eye. "I want your command..."
"I want your heat... I want your sin... Because, Master... because the truth is... I love you... More than life, more than the heavens... even my husbands..." Amelia showed her slutty smile. "I love you and I want to worship you till the day I die as a sinful priestess...!"
She didn’t wait for a response. She began to move, her hips grinding against him in a slow, heavy, and incredibly lewd rhythm, her body singing a hymn of worship to the man who had finally, irrevocably, conquered her soul.
"Good fucking priestess..." Rex laughed. "Keep to the rhythm so it’s easier to cum for both of us."
"Yesh... master,,, slurrpppp... smooochhh.... I... love you... swooo mwuuchhh... slurrppphhh..."
