Chapter 670: 670. Lilith Was Begging Too Much, And Then There’s Contracts? (F-That!)**
The heavy, musk-scented silence of the chamber was broken not by a roar of triumph, but by a long, loud, and incredibly unceremonious yawn. Rex, the conqueror of queens, the man who had just rewritten the genetic destiny of two entire races, let out a yawn so wide it looked like his jaw might unhinge, his eyes squinting with the sheer, unadulterated laziness of a man who had just finished a marathon.
He rolled onto his back, sprawling out like a giant, tan mountain of muscle, completely indifferent to the fact that he was currently lying in a literal lake of semen and royal sweat.
He was just about to drift into a glorious, coma-like sleep when a sound pierced through his drowsiness.
"Ahem!"
Rex didn’t move. He just closed one eye, looking at the ceiling.
"Ahem! Ahem, ahem!"
The sound was louder this time, more insistent, and carried a distinct tone of indignant annoyance. Rex sighed, a long, dramatic sound, and slowly turned his head to the side.
There stood Lilith, still currently standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, her hips cocked to the side, and a pout on her lips so massive it could have been seen from the abyss.
"Are you done?" Rex asked, his voice gravelly and thick with sleep.
He didn’t even sit up; he just lazily gestured toward the two broken, pregnant-looking queens lying in the wreckage of the bed. "Go sleep with them, Lilith."
"They’re already soaked in my juice, and you’re late to the party."
Lilith’s eyes flashed with a spark of comedic fury. "HUH!?"
"Late to the party?! Late to the party?!" she shrieked, her voice jumping an octave. "Master, you absolute, thick-skulled brute!"
"You just spent the last three hours treating those two like they were the only women in existence!"
"You slammed them against walls, you made them scream, you made them weep! And what do you do when you turn to me? You yawn!"
Rex let out a dry, mocking chuckle, reaching up to scratch his bald head. "Well, you’re a succubus, Lilith."
"You’re practically made of lust, and you don’t need the constant attention."
"You’re like... the background music. Essential, sure, but you don’t need the solo."
Lilith looked like she was about to explode. She stomped her foot, the sound echoing sharply against the obsidian floor.
"Background music?! B-but I am the melody!"
"N-no, wait! It’s more like that I am the crescendo!"
"I have something better than that...! I am the entire damn symphony!" She stepped closer to the bed, leaning over him, her shadow falling across his face. "You think this is just a little ’ehem’? You think I’m just standing here for the ambiance?"
"Pretty much, yeah," Rex teased, a lopsided, arrogant grin spreading across his face. He reached out a lazy hand and flicked her hip playfully. "You’ve had your share, haven’t you?"
"You’re a pro. You don’t need the theatrics like the ’Queens’ do."
Lilith let out a sound that was halfway between a growl and a sob of frustration. "It has been months, Master!"
"Months since you’ve even looked at me with that ’I’m going to ruin you’ look! Do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain this level of seductive aura when the man who is supposed to be devouring me is busy treating me like a decorative pillow?!"
She threw her hands up in the air, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. "I have been doing everything! The dances, the scents, the whispers, the subtle nudges!"
"I have been begging subtly, of course, because a queen has dignity for you to just notice that my pussy is currently screaming for the attention you’ve been giving those two meatheads!"
Rex watched her, actually finding her tantrum somewhat entertaining. He sat up slowly, his massive chest heaving as he leaned on his elbows, watching her pouty face.
"Months, huh? You’re exaggerating. It was probably like... two weeks?"
"TWO WEEKS?!" Lilith screamed, turning back to him with eyes wide with disbelief. "In Succubus time, two weeks is an eternity!"
"I am practically wilting! I am a dried flower! A parched desert! A lonely, unfucked succubi!"
She marched back to the edge of the bed and practically threw herself onto his lap, her hands grabbing his thick biceps, her eyes boring into his with a desperate, hilarious intensity. "Stop teasing me, you giant, muscular master!"
"Stop treating me like the ’easy’ one just because I... I disappoint you..."
"I’ve shown all my loyalty and worth... and now... I really want the slamming! And I even want the choking!"
"More importantly... I want the ’conquering’ nonsense you just did to them!" Lilith bowed down. "Please, master!"
Rex looked down at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He could feel the heat radiating off her, the genuine, frantic need in her touch.
He reached out, his large hand cupping her chin, tilting her head back so he could look into her pleading eyes. He let the silence stretch out, enjoying the way she squirmed in anticipation, her breath hitching.
"So," Rex whispered, his voice dropping into that dark, predatory register that always made her knees weak. "A succubus like you can actually beg for scraps like a common slut, huh?"
"Is that what you’re telling me?"
"Yes!" Lilith gasped, her dignity completely abandoned as she pressed her crotch against his thigh. "Yes, master! Fuck me like you’re trying to kill me! Make me forget my own name!"
Rex let out a low, rumbling laugh, his hand sliding down from her chin to her throat, mimicking the grip he had used on Cassandra. "Well... since you asked so nicely..."
Rex’s hand tightened just a fraction around her throat, a playful but dominant pressure that made Lilith’s breath hitch.
"But wait, master," she said, suddenly sitting up straight, her expression turning uncharacteristically serious, almost professional. "Before we proceed with this... ’ritual’... we need to establish some ground rules..."
"Some kind of a contract of sorts."
Rex blinked, a massive eyebrow arching. "A contract? What is this, a business merger?"
"Precisely!" Lilith declared, pointing a finger at his chest. "You have already successfully colonized the Orc Queen and the Demon Queen."
"The Underlayer is practically a nursery at this point! If you knock me up too, the population explosion will be uncontrollable!"
"So, the rule is: Fuck me hard, fuck me until I see stars, fuck me like a god... but no breeding until I’m pregnant!"
"No fertilized seed in the womb!" She said it while her tail wiggle around. "We are strictly doing ’maintenance’ tonight."
"Do we have a deal? I’m sorry that I have a lot of request... and of course I’m not forcing you or anything."
’This ungrateful bitch...’
Rex stared at her for a long beat, his face a mask of deadpan skepticism. "So... you want the storm, but you don’t want the rain?"
"Exactly!" she chirped, leaning in for a kiss. "Just the thunder!"
Rex grinned, a slow, wicked, and entirely dishonest grin. "Deal, Lilith. Purely maintenance. Nothing more."
’I’ll just have to play with her... and of course... I’ll knock her up instantly with an exception to not make her pregnant because it’s going to be an even more pain in the ass.’
...
The "contract" lasted approximately thirty seconds.
The moment Rex flipped her onto her stomach and drove his massive, unyielding cock into her, the "maintenance" turned into a full-scale invasion. He didn’t just fuck her; he attacked her.
He grabbed her long, slender succubus tail, winding it around his hand like a whip, and yanked it backward. The sensation sent a jolt of pure, electric agony and pleasure straight to her core, forcing her hips to arch so violently her spine looked like a bow.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! MASTERRR~! WAIT OH—GOD!" Lilith’s "contract" was forgotten as the first heavy lunge hit her cervix.
The teasing was gone, replaced by the raw, primal reality of Rex’s stamina. He was pounding her with a rhythmic, soul-crushing force that made the entire chamber vibrate.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
His pelvis was a hammer, and Lilith was the anvil.
Her eyes rolled back so far that only the whites were visible, her head tossing wildly from side to side. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a helpless, dazed organ as she lost all ability to form coherent words.
She wasn’t a succubus enjoying the pure lust, and she wasn’t a contract negotiator; she was just a screaming, twitching mess of lust.
"HNNNNGGHHH! YES! DEEPER! BREAK THE CONTRACT! BREAK ME!"
Rex was laughing, a deep, guttural sound of pure triumph as he yanked her tail again, driving himself even deeper into her soaking, pulsing heat. He could feel her internal walls clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic spasms, trying to suck the very life out of him.
He was ignoring the "no breeding" rule with every ounce of his masculine will. He wanted to fill her completely and overwrite her very essence. Of course... without making her pregnant.
"You talk too much, succubitch!" Rex growled, his voice thick with the impending climax. "Let’s see how much you can ’maintain’ this!"
He accelerated, his thrusts becoming a blurring, violent assault. He was hitting her so hard that her entire body lifted off the bed with each impact.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The sound was a wet, rhythmic thunder. Lilith’s screams reached a fever pitch, a continuous, high-pitched wail of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that sounded more like a siren than a woman.
Then, the explosion happened.
Rex let out a roar that sounded like a lion claiming its kill. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and unleashed the deluge.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRT!
A massive, hot, thick torrent of semen blasted into her, ignoring the "maintenance" rule entirely. He pumped into her with violent, rhythmic jerks, filling her womb with a staggering volume of seed, far more than any "maintenance" session required.
"OHHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lilith’s final scream was a long, drawn-out note of total, blissful surrender as her consciousness flickered and died.
As the last of the heavy, pulsing jets of semen filled her, Rex finally pulled out with a wet, sucking sound.
SCHLOP!
A massive, steaming wave of white essence burst out of her, coating the bed in a thick, messy layer of his conquest.
Lilith collapsed into the pillows, her eyes half-lidded and vacant, her tail limp and twitching, completely knocked out by the sheer intensity of the "maintenance." She was a puddle of spent, pregnant-looking lust.
Rex, sweating, panting, and looking entirely too satisfied, wiped a hand across his brow and looked down at the unconscious succubus.
"Maintenance, my ass," Rex muttered with a smug, lopsided grin, rolling over to join the other two in a deep, victorious slumber. "There... you finally get it after begging and being a pain in the ass."
"Now... sleeping time..."
