Chapter 554: 554. I Had An Awesome Plan I Need To Execute! A Sleep Talk While Breeding!**
The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin and the heavy, synchronized sounds of their breathing. Rex was a force of nature, a relentless engine of pleasure that refused to let Mireya catch her breath.
As they remained locked in that fierce, carnal kiss, Rex dominated every sensation. He wasn’t just thrusting; he was stirring her very soul, his massive cock feeling as though it were reaching up to massage her internal organs, swirling and pressing against her most sensitive spots with every deep, punishing drive.
’He’s stirring me up...! He’s stirring up my insides...!’
"Hnngghh~ Haahhh~! Bleerrgghh~!"
Mireya was lost in the sensation of his tongue. Her own tongue met his with a desperate, hungry ferocity, dancing and swirling in a frantic attempt to match his intensity.
It was a silent, liquid conversation of lust, a battle of tongues that only heightened the overwhelming heat between her legs. ’My tongue won’t stop making out with his...’
"MNNNHHH~! HYAHNN~! HHAAHNNN~!"
To ensure he could reach the absolute depths of her, Rex reached down and gripped her right thigh, hoisting it high up toward his shoulder. This angle allowed him to drive even deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with a blunt force that made her entire body shudder.
The change in position intensified the friction, making her pussy clench around him with even more violent, rhythmic spasms. "AHHNN~!"
’Exchanging saliva like this feels good...’
’Having sex like this feels so gooooood~!’
As they broke the kiss for a split second to gasp for air, their lips remained inches apart, a silver thread of saliva stretching between them like a glistening umbilical cord of lust. In that moment of raw, unshielded vulnerability, Mireya couldn’t hold the lie anymore.
"Fwaahhhh~! haaahhhnn~!" Mireya smiled while noticing the string of saliva coming out from her mouth.
"God... Rex..." she panted, her voice a broken, melodic wreck, her eyes searching his dark, triumphant ones. "It’s... it’s so fucking good... having you inside me like this... it feels... real..."
Rex thrust her harder and faster while laughing at him. "Well... I love that you’re being honest, but your face says it all... you’re making such a satisfied face~!"
"I’M... I’M NOT!" She denied it even though her face looked so horny right now.
Rex let out a low, dark chuckle, his eyes burning with a mix of pride and predatory satisfaction. He loved hearing her admit it, hearing the "Ice Princess" confess that his brutal, unrefined passion was more fulfilling than anything her "perfect" boyfriend could ever provide.
"Man~! I’m getting tired taking the lead." Rex smirked. "How about you start moving your hips instead?"
As the initial frenzy of the heavy thrusting slowed into a deep, grinding rhythm, Rex finally let his weight settle, lying back onto the bed with a heavy, satisfied grunt. He watched her through hooded eyes, a smug grin playing on his lips as he prepared to watch her finish the job.
Mireya didn’t stay down for long. Driven by a lingering, frantic hunger that even the intense session hadn’t fully satiated, she scrambled on top of him.
She straddled his muscular waist, her hands planted on his chest for leverage, and began to bounce her hips with a rhythmic, desperate intensity. She was trying to grind his massive shaft against her clitoris, trying to catch the lingering sparks of the orgasm that were still dancing in her nerves.
Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction, her face flushed and her eyes shining with a postcoital glow. Yet, even as she rode him, a small, stubborn part of her mind couldn’t help but grumble.
’He’s such an arrogant, teasing bastard,’ she thought, a tiny, involuntary pout forming on her lips even as she arched her back to take him deeper. ’Always with the taunts, always with the badmouthing... always making me feel like a common slut.’
’He’s so annoying...! But... I can’t stop! I’ll just start moving myself~!"
"HAAHHNNNNN~!"
But as she felt him pulse inside her and heard his low, mocking laugh vibrate through her chest, she knew the truth. She hated how much she loved his arrogance.
She hated how much she craved his disrespect. And most of all, she hated that even while she was thinking it, she was bouncing on his cock with more passion than she had ever felt in her entire life.
Rex leaned back on his elbows, a picture of pure, unadulterated dominance. He watched Mireya ride him, her hips moving in a frantic, rhythmic dance as she tried to squeeze every last drop of pleasure from his massive shaft.
"AAHH~! HAAGHHN~! NNNHHHH~!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He loved the sight of her disheveled, sweating, and completely unraveled on top of him. The power he held over her was intoxicating; he had broken the Ice Princess, and now she was performing for him like a well-trained pet.
However, as he watched her bounce, a wicked, mischievous thought began to take root in his mind. He glanced sideways at Apollo, who remained lost in the deep, magical slumber that Rex’s presence seemed to have intensified.
A cruel, creative idea began to form. He knew Apollo was under the influence of his own Dream Manipulation, and Rex wondered if he could tap into that frequency to play a psychological game with Mireya.
’Oh shit~! Since in my past life, I always loved fucking someone’s girlfriend or wife when they were on a phone call with their loved ones...’ Rex grinned. ’I think this shit might’ve worked the same...’
’But... let’s just try and see it for ourselves.’
If he could manipulate the dream state just enough to make Apollo "sleep talk," he could create a moment of pure, heart-stopping terror for her. He wanted to see her panic, to see the sweat turn from lust to fear, and then to see her scramble to maintain the lie.
"Hey, Mireya," Rex whispered, his voice low and dripping with a hidden, sinister intent.
He reached up, his large hands gripping her waist to steady her as she bounced. "Listen closely. I’m going to start making Apollo have a sleep talk where he talks but still in his sleepy state."
"You need to play along, and you have to answer every bit of nonsense he says, or he’s going to wake up and realize you’re being fucked by a beast right next to him."
’EHH...?!’
’No... way...’
"Currently... he’s enjoying his dream of being the happiest husband with you as his perfect wife. And make sure to answer him, or the dream will turn into a nightmare where he sees us fucking in his bedroom, hahahahaha!"
Mireya froze mid-thrust, her eyes snapping wide with pure, unadulterated shock. Her heart, already racing from the sex, suddenly hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"What?!"
"Rex, are you FUCKING insane?!" she hissed, her voice a frantic, hushed whisper. "That’s too dangerous!"
"What if you mess it up? What if he actually wakes up?"
"Just shut the fuck up and listen, slut," Rex commanded with a smirk, his eyes glinting. "Just play the part or I’ll wake him up right now where you’re still riding me!"
’GGHH! No way...! I FUCKING KNEW IT...!’
’THIS BASTARD WON’T CHANGE AT ALL WITH ALL HIS MANIPULATIVE TRICKS!’
’WHAT’S THIS BASTARD TRYING TO DO... DOING THAT THING?!’
Mireya swallowed hard, her breath hitching. She felt a cold prickle of dread running down her spine, clashing violently with the heat between her legs.
She braced herself, her hands trembling on Rex’s chest, her entire body tensed in anticipation of the disaster she thought was coming. ’Ahhn... gugghhhh...!’
Mireya tried her best to muffle her moaning and screaming, but then she used her hand as a helper so that Apollo wouldn’t hear it.
"Here comes~!" Rex snapped his finger.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the night. Then, from the darkness of the pillow beside them, a soft, muffled sound broke the silence.
"M... Mireya..."
It was Apollo’s voice. It was low, groggy, and unmistakably him, even in his sleep.
Mireya jolted as if lightning had struck her entire body. She nearly lost her rhythm, her pussy clenching around Rex in a sudden, involuntary spasm of terror.
She stared at her boyfriend’s sleeping face, her eyes wide with a paralyzing fear, her mind racing to find a way to respond before the silence became her undoing.
"Mireya... darling..." Apollo murmured again, his voice drifting through the room like a ghost. "Where... where are you...?"
Rex watched her with a predatory grin, his hands tightening on her hips, waiting to see if his little game would break her completely.
"Hey... Mireya..."
Mireya felt like she was walking a tightrope over a pit of fire. Every time Apollo’s voice drifted through the air, a fresh wave of panic crashed over her, making her pussy clench around Rex in violent, involuntary spasms.
She was terrified that one wrong move, one accidental sound, would shatter the illusion and bring her entire world crashing down. ’This is the worst situation ever...! I would rather die...!’
"M... Mireya... are you... still there?" Apollo mumbled, his voice sounding so real, so close, that it made her skin crawl with guilt.
"Yes! Yes, darling!" Mireya gasped out, her voice a frantic, strained whisper.
She immediately clamped her hand over her own mouth, her fingers digging into her cheeks to muffle the sound. "I’m... just... resting... Go back to sleep, my love..."
’I HAVE TO END THE TALK NOW!’
