Chapter 660: 660. I Didn’t Release It In Her Mouth Because I Already Planned on Something!**
Rex didn’t give her a moment to recover from the breaking of her chains. He stood up, his massive, muscular frame towering over her like a dark god of lust, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her entire world.
His cock, still turgid and weeping with a mixture of his own precum and Gorvasha’s leftover juices, pulsed with a life of its own.
Without a word of warning, he reached down, his large hands gripping her hair and the sides of her face. With a brutal, singular motion, he forced his massive, throbbing shaft toward her face.
"Open wide, you big mouth! Let’s see how well you can swallow your pride right now!"
"MMMPH! HNNG!" Cassandra’s eyes went wide as the thick, hot head of his cock slammed against her lips.
She tried to turn her head, a last, pathetic attempt at dignity, but Rex was relentless. He shoved, his strength overwhelming her, forcing her jaw to unhinge as he drove himself deep into her mouth.
GLUCK! SLURP! SCHLOP!
The sensation was overwhelming. The sheer girth of him stretched her mouth to the breaking point, the hot, salty taste of him filling every corner of her senses.
He didn’t stop at her mouth; he drove himself all the way back, the blunt head of his cock slamming into the back of her throat.
"GULP! GLUCK!... HNNG GLLRK!" Cassandra’s eyes rolled back instantly, the heart symbols in her pupils pulsing with a frantic, rhythmic light.
She began to gag, her body instinctively trying to reject the massive intrusion, but Rex used that very gagging reflex to his advantage.
He reached up, his hands moving from her hair to her magnificent, curved horns. He gripped them like the handles of a beast, his fingers digging into the base of the bone.
"That’s it! Take it all! GLUCK!... SLURP!" Rex roared, his voice vibrating through his cock and directly into her throat.
He began to fuck her mouth with a violent, rhythmic ferocity.
THWACK! SLOP! GLUCK!
He was using her head as a handle, jerking her face up and down with punishing force. Every time he slammed into the back of her throat, her eyes watered and her body convulsed, but the pleasure was so intense it transcended the choking sensation.
"Look at you!" Rex mocked, a sadistic grin plastered on his face as he watched her struggle. "A Queen of the demons, reduced to a fucking gag! "
"A beautiful, crimson little slut, choking on a real man’s cock!"
"GLUCK... HNNNG... GLUCK GLLRK!" Cassandra’s muffled cries were lost in the wet, slapping sounds of his assault.
"GLUCK!... SLURP!... SCHLOP!" Her tongue was working frantically, trying to wrap around the massive pillar of meat, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum to create a frothy, white lather around her lips.
"Is it too big for you, Cassandra? Is the great queen too small for a real king?"
THWACK!
He slammed his pelvis against her face, the sound of his pubic bone hitting her chin echoing in the chamber. "Answer me! GLUCK!"
"MMMM GLUCK! HNNG GLURK!" she managed to moan, her eyes losing all semblance of intelligence, replaced only by the shimmering, hypnotic hearts of a woman who had been completely conquered.
He was merciless. He pounded her mouth with the same brutal intensity he had used on Gorvasha, treating her throat like a vessel to be filled and her dignity like a toy to be broken.
He gripped her horns tighter, pulling her head back to expose her throat even more, ensuring every thrust was as deep and as agonizingly perfect as possible. She was no longer a ruler; she was a mouth, a throat, a submissive animal drowning in the glorious, overwhelming taste of her master.
The chamber filled with a suffocating soup of wet, slapping sounds and the heavy, musky scent of a goddess being unmade. Rex was no longer just fucking her; he was colonizing her very breath.
He gripped her horns with a white-knuckled intensity, using the ancient, sacred bone as mere handles to manhandle her head with a primal, terrifying efficiency.
THWACK! SLURP! GLUCK! SCHLOP!
Every time his hips collided with her chin, the impact sent a jarring shockwave through her entire skull. He was driving his cock so deep that the head was bypassing her tongue entirely, slamming into the very base of her throat with the force of a piston.
"You’re nothing but a glorified throat, aren’t you?" Rex growled, his voice a dark, vibrating thunder that Cassandra felt in her lungs.
He yanked her head back by her horns, stretching her neck taut, before plunging himself back in with a violent, lunging thrust. "All that power, all that divinity... and you’re just a wet, hungry little hole for me to use! GLUCK!"
"GLLLLRK! HNNG GLUCK!" Cassandra’s response was a pathetic, liquid mess of sounds.
Her eyes were wide, the heart symbols within them spinning and pulsing with a frantic, hypnotic light. She had completely lost the ability to form words; her mind was a white-hot blur of sensory overload.
She tried to push his thighs with her hands, a final, instinctive twitch of resistance, but he simply pinned her hands to the floor with his knees, leaving her completely vulnerable to his assault.
"Look at you, gagging like a common peasant!" Rex mocked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic triumph. He increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming a blurring, rapid-fire barrage of meat hitting her mouth. "Where’s your crown now, Cassandra?!"
"Where’s your pride?! It’s all drowning in my spit and your own fucking tears!"
SLOP! SLOP! SLOP!
The sheer velocity of his movements was staggering. The wet, squelching friction of his shaft sliding against her throat created a rhythmic, visceral sound that seemed to pulse in time with her frantic heartbeat.
"MMMPH! GLUCK GLLRK!... HNNNG!"
Her jaw was aching, stretched to a point of exquisite, throbbing pain that only fueled her arousal. Every time he hit the "sweet spot" at the back of her throat, a fresh wave of pleasure and pain surged through her, causing her toes to curl and her hips to arch upward in a desperate, instinctive attempt to meet his thrusts.
She was no longer resisting; she was absorbing. She was a vessel, a sponge, a mindless creature designed solely to take the brutal, magnificent weight of him.
"That’s it... take it!" Rex roared, his breathing becoming a series of heavy, animalistic grunts. He leaned his full weight into her, his massive chest crushing against her face, forcing her to inhale the scent of his sweat and dominance.
SCHLOP!
"You were born to be under me! To be filled by me! To be broken by me!"
THWACK!
He delivered a particularly violent lunge, his cock burying itself so deep that Cassandra’s eyes rolled entirely into her head, leaving only the shimmering, glowing hearts visible. She let out a muffled, vibrating scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, her body shuddering in a silent, internal climax as he continued to hammer her throat, treating her mouth like a battlefield where he was winning every single inch of territory.
Inside Cassandra’s mind, the world had ceased to exist. There was no kingdom, no divinity, no history of her people.
There was only the rhythm. Thump. Slurp. Thump. Slurp.
’He is... everything.’ Her consciousness drifted in a sea of white-hot sensation. ’The weight of him... the way he uses my very bones to control me... it’s not just sex.’
’It’s an erasure... He is erasing ’Cassandra’ and replacing her with ’His.’
A terrifying, ecstatic realization bloomed in her psyche. ’I thought Gorvasha would be the one to lose herself, but she only lost her mind.’
’He is going to take my very soul...’
’He is going to strip the divinity from my veins until there is nothing left but the need to be used.’
’And the most horrifying part... the most beautiful part... is that I am begging for the end of me.’
’I want him to break the rest of me... I want to be nothing.’
The frantic, rhythmic pounding suddenly reached a crescendo, a violent, bone-shaking series of thrusts that made her vision swim in a kaleidoscope of gold and red.
"RRRRGHHAAAA!"
With a final, guttural roar, Rex abruptly yanked his cock out of her mouth.
SHLIIIIICK!
The sudden absence of his massive girth left Cassandra’s mouth feeling cavernous, cold, and achingly empty. She collapsed back onto the stone, her head lolling to the side, her jaw trembling, and her lips swollen and glistening with a thick, frothy mixture of saliva and pre-cum.
"H-huh...?" Her eyes were unfocused, the heart symbols still pulsing weakly in her dilated pupils.
She waited and braced herself. Her entire body was coiled like a spring, her womb tensing in anticipation of the hot, heavy flood she had been expecting.
She had felt the tension in his muscles; she had felt the way his cock had throbbed against her throat. She was ready to be filled, to be drowned, to be claimed internally.
But the flood didn’t come inside her.
Instead, Rex stood over her, his massive, pulsing shaft pointed toward the floor. With a series of violent, rhythmic jerks, he began to erupt.
SPLAT! GUSH! SPLURT!
A torrential, high-pressure geyser of thick, pearly white semen erupted from him, hitting the stone floor with the force of a heavy rain. It wasn’t a mere spurt; it was a massive, unending deluge.
The semen splattered wildly, spreading across the floor in a growing, viscous puddle that steamed in the cool air of the chamber.
SQUELCH! SPLASH!
Cassandra watched, her chest heaving in ragged, confused gasps, as the puddle expanded around her. Her mind raced, a frantic, lopsided confusion taking hold.
’Why?’ she thought, her breath hitching. ’Why didn’t he... why didn’t he release it in me?’
