Chapter 552: 552. She Manage To Drink All The Semen And Then Have To Choose Two Options!**
Desperate to regain some semblance of control or at least to drown out the overwhelming sensation of him ruining both her holes, Mireya lunged forward. She grabbed his cock with both hands, her eyes wild and tearful, and shoved him back into her mouth with a ferocity she hadn’t shown before.
’I need to stop this... I don’t think I can withstand it any longer...!’
"If you keep sucking it like that... I’m going to make a huge mess!"
She began to suck him with a violent, frantic desperation, her tongue working like a piston, her throat opening wide to swallow as much of him as she could. She was sucking him harder and harder, her head bobbing in a blur of motion, trying to use the sensation of his massive shaft to anchor herself, hoping that if she could just focus on the gargantuan task of swallowing him, she could stop the madness before he went completely overboard and destroyed her entirely.
"Fuck yeah! That’s the spot!" Rex laughed while enjoying getting a hard suck and icy breath from her mouth.
’I need to make him cum now and end it! QUICKLY!’
Mireya’s mind was a frantic, swirling vortex of white noise and pure sensation. Every time Rex’s fingers pumped deeper into her pussy and stretched her anus, a new wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed over her, threatening to shatter her sanity.
’Please,’ her mind screamed, a silent, desperate plea directed at the man looming over her. ’Please, Rex, just cum!’
’Cum now before I lose my mind! Before there’s nothing left of me!’
’Quick...! Cum...! Quickly! Please!!!’
She redoubled her efforts, her suction becoming almost violent. She was a machine of lust, her throat working rhythmically, her tongue swirling around his glans with a frantic, desperate hunger.
She was trying to milk him, to force the release that would bring her some semblance of peace. "MNNNGGHHH~! SLURRRGGHH~!"
Rex felt it. He felt the desperate, rhythmic tug of her throat and the frantic, pulsing heat of her mouth.
"Ah shit! Looks like someone really wanted the taste of my semen!" A low, guttural roar erupted from his chest, a sound of pure, unbridled triumph. "Alright then, you icy bitch!"
"Make sure to take all of it and swallow it all, you fucking slut!"
Suddenly, his body stiffened. His muscles corded like steel cables, and he let out a long, agonizingly loud groan of release.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
Mireya felt the first hot, thick jet of semen hit the back of her throat, and then another, and another. It felt like a volcanic eruption inside her mouth.
The sheer volume was staggering, a warm, viscous flood that filled her entire oral cavity, threatening to overflow. "SUGGHHHH~! MRGGGHHH~! MMNNNGGGHHHH~!!!"
"Don’t you dare let a single drop escape," Rex commanded, his voice trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "I let it out just to reward you for being a good icy slut for me."
He gripped her hair, forcing her to keep her mouth clamped tight around him. "Suck it more, and make sure to drink it all!"
"Every fucking drop belongs to you now."
Mireya obeyed with a desperate, primal fervor. She swallowed greedily, her throat working hard to gulp down the thick, salty flood.
She used her tongue to sweep every corner of her mouth, ensuring she cleaned him perfectly, driven by a mix of lust and the need to satisfy the man who had just claimed her so thoroughly. "MRRGGGHHHHH~!"
When the last of the heat had subsided, Rex pulled away, leaving Mireya breathless and trembling. He sat back on the edge of the bed, his chest heaving.
With a casual, almost indifferent movement, he grabbed a discarded sheet and began to cover her body, hiding the evidence of her debauchery from the sleeping man just inches away. "That was some good shit as usual..."
Mireya lay there, her skin flushed and slick with sweat and fluids, her hair a chaotic mess. She was breathing in ragged, shallow gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure.
Her eyes were wide, glazed with a profound, soul-crushing confusion. She looked over at Apollo, who remained in a deep, peaceful slumber, completely oblivious to the storm that had just ravaged his wife.
The conflict in her heart was a physical ache. She felt dirty yet electrified, betrayed yet more alive than ever.
She looked at Rex, then back at Apollo, her mind unable to reconcile the two worlds she inhabited. "Apo... llo..."
Rex, meanwhile, reached for a glass of water on the nightstand, his movements slow and deliberate. He took a long, slow drink, his eyes never leaving Mireya.
He watched the way her breasts still trembled and the way her eyes darted between him and her husband. There was a dark, satisfied glint in his gaze, a look of a man who had not only conquered a woman but had successfully planted a seed of delicious, permanent chaos in her soul.
He knew she was conflicted; he knew she was staring at Apollo with a mixture of love and newfound, shameful guilt, and he loved every second of it. "So..."
"What do we do now, Mireya?"
Rex then already thinks of a good manipulation. "If you don’t want to continue... I’ll stop~!"
"After all, I don’t enjoy forcing it on you." Rex laughed, and he knew that he just lied with his last words.
He enjoyed forcing it on every woman until they were breaking, but right now, he just wants to see if Mireya’s desire was so strong that she chose to continue even though Apollo was literally lying next to her right now. ’This guy...’
’...is the worst.’
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of Mireya’s breathing. She lay there, exposed and trembling, feeling the weight of Rex’s gaze like a physical brand on her skin.
He wasn’t moving; he was simply watching her, a predator waiting to see if his prey would flee or surrender completely. "I’m going to let you decide longer now because... I feel sorry for you, hahahahaha!"
She felt trapped between two impossible realities. She could pull the sheet up, hide her shame, and try to drift into a restless sleep beside her boyfriend, pretending the last hour was nothing but a fever dream.
Or, she could lean into the darkness, embrace the bastard who had just dismantled her soul, and continue this descent into madness. ’Even though he already knows the answer...’
Her eyes drifted to Apollo, and he looked so peaceful, his features soft in the moonlight. She felt a pang of intense, agonizing guilt.
’How could he sleep through this moment?’ she wondered.
Then she remembered the subtle, shimmering aura of his magic, his Dream Manipulation. It was a cruel irony; his own power was what kept him blissfully ignorant of her betrayal, weaving a veil of tranquility over his mind even as she screamed and moaned in the throes of lust.
’My lower body feels like it’s burning... I’m going crazy... I can’t take it...’
But the guilt was being rapidly overtaken by a more primal, demanding sensation. Her lower body felt like it was on fire.
The friction of Rex’s fingers, the stretching of her muscles, and the lingering heat of his semen had left her core in a state of agonizing, hypersensitive arousal. She felt a deep, throbbing ache between her thighs that no amount of distance could soothe.
She was going crazy; the tension was a coiled spring in her gut, pulling her toward the man sitting at the edge of the bed. "Hahh... ahh... qui-quick..."
Rex tilts his head. "Quick?"
’If I can stop this feeling... I... I...’
"I’m so sorry... Apollo... forgive me..." she whispered, the words barely a breath, a silent apology to the man who was her light, even as she prepared to chase the shadow.
She turned her gaze back to Rex. The look in her eyes had shifted from confusion to a desperate, hungry madness.
She didn’t wait for him to command her this time. With a trembling hand, she pushed the sheet aside, exposing her swollen, flushed thighs and her dripping, ravaged pussy.
The evidence of her arousal was undeniable. As she spread her legs slightly, a thick, clear stream of her juices escaped her slit, dripping down onto the sheets in a slow, rhythmic pulse.
She was so incredibly wet, her body practically begging to be filled again like last night. "Please continue! Quick!"
"Hehhh..." Rex smirked. "It seems like you really can’t take it anymore, huh?"
"What a good icy slut who just apologizes to her sleeping boyfriend while getting ready to be claimed by a better man." Rex crossed his arms.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading, her lips parted in a silent invitation. She didn’t want gentle; she didn’t want the polite, careful love Apollo offered.
She wanted the brutal, overwhelming force of Rex. She wanted to feel that massive, pulsing cock slide back into her, stretching her open and drowning out the guilt with pure, unadulterated sensation.
"Rex..." she whimpered, her voice a broken, seductive wreck. "Please... now... before I die... put it back inside me!"
"TAKE YOUR HARD COCK AND STICK IT INTO MY PUSSY!"
’I DON’T CARE IF I HAVE TO HAVE SEX WITH REX! I WANT TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM EVEN MOREEEEE!!!’
