Chapter 658: 658. Bursting It All Out Inside The Womb Of An Orc Queen! (Too Much For Her)**
Nearby, the heavy, suffocating silence of the chamber was broken by a soft, ragged gasp. Cassandra, who had been drifting in a semiconscious haze of exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss, began to stir.
Her vision was blurry, and her body felt heavy and hollow, but the sound of the brutal, rhythmic slamming drew her eyes toward the center of the room.
She watched, trembling, as Rex continued to treat the Orc Queen like a piece of meat. She saw the way Gorvasha’s body was being tossed around, the way her emerald skin was flushed a deep, bruised red, and the way her screams echoed off the walls.
A wave of cognitive dissonance crashed over Cassandra.
’This is wrong,’ her rational mind whispered, a dying ember of her former dignity. ’He is a monster...’
’He has humiliated us... and he has broken our spirits.’
’We should hate him... and we should want to kill him.’
But as she watched the raw, unbridled power of Rex’s thrusts, the way he dominated the mighty Gorvasha so completely, a different, much darker sensation began to coil in Cassandra’s own womb.
She felt a familiar, traitorous ache between her legs. Her own pussy, still swollen and leaking from Rex’s previous massive load, began to throb in sympathetic rhythm with Gorvasha’s screams.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
She watched the way Rex’s muscles bunched and flexed, the way his sweat glistened in the dim light, and the way he looked so utterly, terrifyingly in control. She saw the liquid spraying from Gorvasha, the evidence of a total, mindless surrender.
’I should be disgusted,’ Cassandra thought, her breath hitching as she watched Rex deliver a particularly thunderous blow that made Gorvasha’s entire body jolt. ’But why... why do I want him to turn that violence on me?’
’Why do I want to feel that weight crushing the breath out of my lungs?’
The shame was there, heavy and bitter, but it was being drowned out by a mounting, desperate lust. She was a queen, she was a goddess, she was a survivor, and yet, watching the Orc Queen be ruined, all she could think about was how much she wanted to be the next one to scream.
She wanted to be broken and she wanted to be filled. And the most important part of what she wanted is to be nothing but a vessel for his glorious, devastating wrath.
The violence of the act reached a fever pitch of pure, unbridled depravity. Rex was no longer just a man; he was a force of nature, a tidal wave of muscle and lust that was systematically eroding the very foundation of the Orc Queen’s soul.
THWACK! SLOP! CRACK! SQUELCH!
The sound was deafening, a rhythmic, wet percussion of meat hitting meat. Gorvasha’s face was a mask of total, beautiful ruin.
Her eyes were rolled so far back into her head that only the flickering, pulsing hearts in her pupils were visible, staring into a void of pure sensation. Her mouth hung wide open, her jaw unhinged by the sheer intensity of the pleasure and pain, and her tongue lolled out, wiggling erratically with every thunderous lunge Rex delivered.
She looked less like a queen and more like a creature that had forgotten how to be human or even orc.
"OH... HAAH... PLAP... AAAAH!" she wailed, her voice a broken, melodic mess of moans. "YES! HNNNG!... USE ME! PLAP... STRIP ME! AAAAH! "
As Rex drove his massive cock into her, hitting her womb with the force of a battering ram, Gorvasha’s mind finally snapped the last thread of her old life. The shame was gone, replaced by a desperate, frantic need to please her conqueror, to prove just how much of a slut she had become.
"My husband... HAAH... he was a weakling!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as Rex’s hips slammed against her with a bone-jarring CRACK! "He was a soft, pathetic... HNNG... a gentle fool!"
"He never... PLAP... he never touched me like a god! He treated me like a lady... but you... AAAAAH!... you treat me like a fucking bitch! And I love it! I am your bitch! Your lowly, green, mindless bitch!"
Rex threw his head back and let out a booming, sadistic laugh that shook the very air in the chamber. The sound was pure triumph.
He loved the sound of a queen spitting on her own crown just to feel his weight.
"That’s it! Spue it out, you beautiful beast!" Rex roared, his eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Tell the truth! Your husband was a peasant compared to a real king!"
Seeing her total psychological collapse, Rex decided to reward her with a new level of sensory overload. As he continued to pound her with a relentless, pulverizing rhythm, he shifted one of his massive, sweating hands.
Instead of just choking her, he slid it down from her throat, his thick fingers grazing her chest before digging into the heavy, swollen mound of her breast.
He didn’t just touch her; he squeezed her with a brutal, punishing grip, his fingers kneading the flesh with the same ferocity he used on her pussy.
"Let’s see how much of a mother you are for my seed, you fertile slut!" he growled.
"AAAAAAHHHHH! HNNNG!" Gorvasha screamed, her body jolting as the pressure on her breast sent a fresh wave of electricity straight to her clitoris.
SQUIRT! SPLAT!
Under the sheer, violent pressure of his hand, her breasts erupted. Thick, creamy white milk sprayed out in twin jets, mixing with the sweat on her skin and the translucent juices of her pussy.
The sight was primal, a grotesque and beautiful display of her body’s total readiness to serve his every whim.
"YES! PLAP!... SLOP!... AAAAH!" she sobbed, her tongue wiggling frantically as she felt the dual sensation of her womb being hammered and her breasts being wrung out like fruit. "GIVE ME EVERYTHING! HAAH... PLAP... PLAP... FILL THE HOLE! FILL THE QUEEN! AAAAAAHHHHH!"
She was a mess of fluids, milk, sweat, and emerald nectar all being churned into a frenzy by Rex’s massive, relentless cock. She was no longer a person; she was a landscape of pure, unadulterated lust, a broken kingdom being thoroughly and violently conquered.
The air in the chamber was thick enough to taste: a heavy, suffocating fog of musk, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled milk and emerald arousal. Rex felt the pressure building in his loins, a volcanic tension that demanded release.
He wasn’t just going to cum; he was going to flood her, to drown the very memory of her dignity in his hot, thick essence.
"HERE IT COMES, YOU FILTHY BEAST! TAKE EVERY DROP!" Rex roared, his voice a guttural command that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.
He transitioned from a rhythmic pounding into a frantic, violent frenzy. His thrusts became short, shallow, and incredibly rapid, a machine gun spray of meat hitting meat.
TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT! SLOP! SLOP! SLOP!
"OH... HNNNG!... PLAP!... AAAAAAHHHHH!" Gorvasha’s screams were no longer even words; they were pure, high-pitched sonic vibrations of a soul being pulverized.
Her eyes were completely rolled back, her tongue lolling and twitching like a dying fish, her entire body vibrating with the sheer frequency of Rex’s assault.
Then, the dam broke.
Rex’s body stiffened, his massive quadriceps locking like iron pillars. His eyes flared with a predatory intensity as he hit her womb one last time with a force that sounded like a thunderclap.
THWACK!!
"RRRRRRRGHHAAAAAA!"
A massive, violent surge of hot, thick semen erupted from the tip of his cock. It wasn’t a mere spurt; it was a high-pressure geyser.
The sheer volume of his cum was astronomical, a torrential flood of white heat that slammed into the sensitive walls of her womb.
SQUELCH! GUSH! SPLURT!
SP:UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
Gorvasha’s pussy, already stretched to its absolute limit by his massive shaft, couldn’t contain the sudden, overwhelming influx of fluid. Her internal muscles were spasming so violently from the climax that they couldn’t hold the pressure.
As Rex continued to pump his seed into her with rhythmic, pulsing heaves, the pressure became too much.
BURST! SPLASH!
The emerald slit of her pussy literally couldn’t hold it anymore. The semen, mixed with her own overflowing juices, didn’t just leak; it exploded outward.
A massive, frothy fountain of white and green sprayed out from her opening, geysering around his shaft and splashing violently against his stomach and the floor in a chaotic, beautiful mess.
"LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT HOW MUCH YOU CAN TAKE!" Rex grunted, his voice thick with the satisfaction of a conqueror. Even as he was erupting, he didn’t stop.
He kept his cock buried deep, continuing to pound the fluid into her, forcing the overflow to spray out in rhythmic jets.
PLAP! SPLURT! PLAP! SPLURT!
Gorvasha was completely lost. The sensation of her womb being filled to the point of bursting, combined with the violent, rhythmic spraying of her own fluids, sent her into a state of permanent, blissful catatonia.
Her body lay beneath him, twitching and leaking, a broken vessel that had been filled to the brim and then overflowed.
"YES... HAAH... PLAP... AAAAAAH!... FILL ME!... DROWN ME!" she whimpered, her voice a mere ghost of its former strength, her mind completely submerged in the white-hot sea of Rex’s dominance.
She was a ruined queen, a flooded land, a conquered territory that had been so thoroughly inundated by her new master that there was no longer any room for anything else: not pride, not a husband, not even a thought. There was only the heat, the weight, and the endless, glorious overflow of Rex.
