Chapter 555: 555. Talking With Her Boyfriend While Getting Pounded Hard! (She Lost It!)**
She tried to end the conversation, to steer him back into the depths of his magical slumber, but Rex had other plans. He was enjoying her terror far too much.
He leaned back, a devilish glint in his eyes, and began to make Apollo whisper in a low, gravelly tone, though with a much darker edge.
"Mireya... honey... did you... remember the flowers... for our anniversary?" Apollo’s voice drifted again, sounding incredibly convincing in its sleep-heavy daze.
Mireya’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
’Anniversary?!’ she screamed internally. She was currently straddling a man who was presently ravaging her, and her boyfriend, who was a husband in his dream was asking about flowers!
"The flowers! Yes! They’re... they’re on the table!" she hissed through her fingers, her voice trembling. "Just sleep, Apollo! Please, just sleep!"
But Rex decided the game needed more stakes. As she was struggling to maintain the lie, Rex reached up with both hands.
He didn’t just touch her; he grabbed both of her swollen, aching nipples between his large thumbs and forefingers and gave them a sharp, brutal tug. ’I’ll make your life even worse!’
"Mmmppphhh—!" The sound died in her throat as a violent, high-pitched moan threatened to erupt from her lungs.
The sensation was a dizzying mix of sharp pain and intense, electric pleasure that sent a jolt straight to her clitoris. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face turning a deep crimson as she fought the urge to scream.
She clamped her hand even harder over her mouth, her knuckles turning white, desperate to swallow the sound before it reached her boyfriend’s ears. ’N-NO! WAIT!’
Rex didn’t stop there because he kept pounding even harder and pulling her tits rougher while letting her talk with Apollo, who’s next to them.
Apollo said. "And the... the dinner... Mireya... did you... make the reservation... for the anniversary... dinner?"
Mireya felt like she was going to explode. The combination of the intense physical stimulation from Rex’s hands, the crushing weight of the sexual tension, and the sheer psychological terror of the "conversation" was becoming unbearable.
She felt a massive, earth-shattering orgasm building deep within her, a tidal wave of sensation that was fighting to break free. ’I REALLY... CAN’T...!’
’I can’t let out any weird noise...’
She shoved her hand even deeper into her mouth, her teeth biting into her own palm to stifle the impending scream. Her whole body was shaking, her hips twitching uncontrollably on Rex’s cock, and her eyes were wide with a desperate, frantic plea for the madness to end.
She was a prisoner of her own lust and her boyfriend’s accidental interrogation, caught in a delicious, terrifying web of deception. ’But even so... I...’
’SEX FEELS TOO GOOD! MY BODY FEELS LIKE IT’S ON FIRE~! I CAN’T STOP~!’
The tension in the room was reaching a breaking point. Rex sensed that Mireya was on the verge of a total mental collapse and decided to change the dynamic to increase the risk.
He shifted, sliding back until he was sitting upright on the mattress, positioned dangerously close to the sleeping Apollo. Mireya, still trembling and sweating, was pulled into his lap, facing him.
’This position... oh no... I’m getting so turned on...’
This new position was devastating. Because she was sitting on him, the angle allowed his massive cock to drive even deeper into her, hitting her cervix with every rhythmic grind of her hips. She was forced to straddle him, her chest pressed against his, while her face was mere inches from Apollo’s sleeping form.
"Mireya... are you... okay...?" Apollo murmured, his head shifting slightly on the pillow. "You sound... so... heavy..."
Mireya’s heart nearly leaped out of her throat. She felt Rex’s hands slide up to her face, his thumbs tracing her jawline as he leaned in.
"Noth-nothing’s wrong..."
Just as she was about to stammer out another response, Rex captured her lips in a deep, soul-stealing kiss.
"Mmmppphhh!" she muffled into his mouth, her eyes wide with panic as she felt his tongue invade hers.
The bastard kissed her passionately while her boyfriend stood right there, listening to the wet, rhythmic sounds of their mouths meeting. "FUUAHH~! MMNNNHHH~!"
"Mireya?" Apollo’s voice was slightly more alert, a hint of confusion creeping into his sleepy tone. "Your breathing... it sounds so... rough... like you’re... struggling..."
Mireya broke the kiss just enough to gasp for air, her lips swollen and glistening with Rex’s saliva. She looked at Apollo, her eyes darting wildly, her face flushed a deep, guilty red.
"FWAHH~!"
"It’s... it’s the... exercise, darling!" she managed to choke out, her voice high and strained. "I was... just doing... some intense... core workouts!"
"You know how... much I love... to stay fit!"
Rex let out a silent, triumphant smirk, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass, pulling her harder against his pulsing shaft. He loved the way she had to lie to his face just to keep her secret.
Deciding to push the limit one last time, Rex slid backward, laying flat on the mattress right next to Apollo. Mireya was forced to move with him, ending up sprawled on top of his muscular chest, her legs draped over his sides as he began to pound into her from below.
The impact was violent. Every thrust sent her body jolting upward, her breasts bouncing against his chest.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sensation was so intense that she couldn’t help the loud, guttural moans that began to escape her. "Aah! Hnnngh!"
She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes darting to Apollo.
"Mireya...?" Apollo muttered, stirring. "What... what is that... noise?"
"It’s... the... jumping jacks!" Mireya screamed internally, then forced the words out in a breathless, rhythmic pant. "Jumping... jacks! One... two! Hnnn aaah!"
"They’re... so... intense! Haaah... so... much... cardio!"
She used the "exercise" excuse as a shield, turning her screams of pleasure into "strained breaths" from a workout. Every time Rex delivered a particularly brutal, deep thrust that made her vision blur, she would let out a loud, rhythmic grunt, pretending it was the sound of her muscles straining under the weight of her imaginary fitness routine.
She was a mess of contradictions, a queen performing a frantic, sweaty "workout" while being absolutely ravaged by the man who was making her forget her own name.
The psychological warfare was reaching a fever pitch. As they lay there, the silence between Apollo’s sleepy mutterings became a heavy, tension-filled void.
Rex, sensing the lull, leaned up and captured Mireya’s lips in another deep, messy kiss. They traded saliva in a frantic, silent rhythm, using the sound of their wet, slapping lips to mask the heavy, rhythmic thudding of Rex’s hips against hers.
"MMNNNH~! HNGGH~! SLURRPGGH~!"
’Pleasure has taken over my reasoning that... I don’t even care anymore...’
Mireya was hyperaware of everything: the heat of Rex’s skin, the proximity of Apollo’s breathing, and the terrifying thrill of the deception. She found herself leaning into the madness; the more "wrong" the situation became, the more her pussy throbbed with a desperate, hungry ache.
The danger was the ultimate aphrodisiac. And she already accepted that.
Mireya once heard Apollo say something, but she didn’t quite catch it. "Ahhhnn~! C-Can you say that again...?"
But then, in reality, she’s just talking to herself because Apollo didn’t even say a thing.
When Apollo finally fell into a deeper, quieter silence, Rex decided it was time to escalate the physical destruction. He gripped Mireya by the waist and flipped her over, shoving her onto her hands and knees in a primal doggystyle position.
"Now," Rex whispered, his voice a dark promise, "let’s see how well you can ’exercise’ while he’s watching."
He didn’t ease into it. He slammed into her from behind with a ferocity that made her spine arch and her head toss back. The impact was deafening in the quiet room, a loud, fleshy slap that sounded like a gunshot.
"Mireya...?" Apollo’s voice drifted, sounding slightly more groggy, as if he were drifting in and out of a dream. "Are you... still doing those... jumping jacks...?"
Mireya, her face pressed into the mattress, turned her head to the side to look directly at Apollo. Her hair was a wild mess, her eyes were wide with lust, and sweat drenched her face.
She was staring right at her boyfriend, her eyes pleading and glazed, even as Rex’s massive cock was relentlessly hammering into her from behind, stretching her to her absolute limit.
"Yes... darling..." she gasped out, her voice breaking as Rex delivered a particularly deep, soul-shaking thrust that hit her cervix with brutal precision. "Aaaah! Just... hnnngh... just finishing... the set!"
"It’s... so... intense! Haaah... haaaah!"
She was performing a feat of incredible mental and physical endurance. She had to time her moans to her "breathing," and she had to answer Apollo’s sleepy, nonsensical questions while her internal muscles were being absolutely pulverized by Rex.
"Anything is fine... I don’t care about any of that now!"
"It’s not like talking about something with him can satisfy my body...!’
Apollo, lost in the haze of his dream manipulation, had no idea that his wife was currently in a position of total debauchery, staring at him with a look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy while a man was effectively ruining her from behind. He only heard the rhythmic, heavy breathing of a woman working hard, completely unaware that the "cardio" he was hearing was actually the sound of Mireya being conquered.
’Hahhhhh... I’m going to lose it all... but it’s fine... I have this bastard... I have Rex... Rexilion...!’
