The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 787: 787. Imagine Making A Dragon Crying Through A Good Throat Ruining!**

"Don’t you dare try to be clever with me, little bitch," Rex laughed, the sound low and menacing. "You don’t get to bite and you don’t get to fight it..."

"You are nothing but a receptacle... A hole and a mouth to be filled."

He increased the telekinetic pressure, forcing her lips to stretch even wider, exposing her throat and making her feel utterly vulnerable. Then, he began to press the massive, blunt head of his cock into her mouth, slowly, relentlessly, forcing her jaw to accommodate the sheer, impossible volume of him.

"AAAAAAAHHHH! MMMMMM GGHHH!"

Her screams were muffled, reduced to desperate, vibrating groans as the tip of his cock began to invade her oral cavity. The sensation was overwhelming; the sheer width of him stretched her lips to the breaking point, and the heat was suffocating.

She felt like she was being drowned in a sea of pulsing, heavy meat.

’It’s too big... it’s filling my whole head...’

’I can’t breathe... there’s no room for air, only him... this monster!’’

She was trapped. Between the crushing weight of his presence, the agonizing ache in her skull, and the telekinetic grip that turned her own mouth into a prison, Ignivara felt the last remnants of her will beginning to fray.

She was no longer a dragon; she was a creature of pure, helpless sensation, waiting for the inevitable moment when he would finally, truly, claim her.

Rex didn’t wait for her to adjust. He disregarded her comfort, her dignity, and the fact that his telekinetic command was stretching her jaw to its absolute limit.

He was a man possessed by a singular, violent desire to dominate, and he began to move with a sudden, savage intensity.

With a guttural roar of triumph, Rex lunged forward. He didn’t just slide into her mouth; he drove himself into her with the force of a battering ram.

SHLUCK!

The massive, flared head of his cock slammed past her lips, forcing its way deep into her throat in one continuous, brutal motion.

For a Dragonkin, the throat was a sacred, powerful conduit of elemental energy, a muscular, highly sensitive passage designed to channel roaring flames and devastating gusts of wind. It was thick, resilient, and incredibly elastic, built to withstand the immense internal pressures of draconic magic.

But Rex’s cock was a force of nature that even her legendary physiology wasn’t prepared for.

As he buried himself to the hilt, Ignivara felt her entire internal structure groan under the pressure. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced; it wasn’t just the feeling of fullness but a terrifying, overwhelming expansion that seemed to reach all the way to her very lungs.

The texture of his shaft, the hard, pulsing veins, and the sheer, unyielding heat scraped against the sensitive, magically charged lining of her throat, sending jolts of both agony and a strange, terrifyingly new kind of pleasure spiraling through her nervous system.

"There you go!" Rex barked, his voice vibrating through his shaft and directly into her skull. "Take it! Swallow the god you’ve been praying for!"

He began to pump with a rhythmic, violent ferocity. Each thrust was a hammer blow, a deep, heavy lunge that drove the massive pillar of meat into the very depths of her being.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound of his heavy, swollen testicles slapping against her flushed, trembling face echoed through the clearing like a drumbeat of conquest. The impact was jarring, the weight of his balls hitting her cheeks and chin with a fleshy, rhythmic thud that added a new layer of humiliation to the sensory overload.

"Mmmph! GAAAHH! HHH NNNGH!"

Ignivara’s eyes bulged, her pupils dancing wildly in her head. The sheer speed and roughness of his movements were making her head spin.

The headache she had been nursing was now a roaring storm of sensation, a chaotic blend of the ache in her skull, the stretching of her jaw, and the deep, visceral sensation of him hitting the back of her throat.

She was caught in a violent paradox. Her mind screamed in terror; her body recoiled from the sheer brutality of the assault, but her draconic biology was reacting in ways she couldn’t control.

The intense friction against her throat was triggering ancient, primal pleasure centers she hadn’t known existed. Every time he bottomed out, sending his heavy balls slamming into her face, a jolt of electric, overwhelming ecstasy shot through her, clashing violently with the sensation of being choked and conquered.

’It’s too much... it’s too fast...’

’My throat... it feels like it’s being filled with molten iron... but why... why does it feel so... so good?’

’Why is my body betraying me like this?’

She couldn’t even form coherent sounds anymore. Her cries had transformed from desperate pleas into a series of loud, uninhibited, and primal noises: high-pitched squeals, muffled groans, and deep, guttural whimpers that escaped her nose as her mouth was completely occupied.

She was making a spectacle of herself, her dignity dissolving with every wet, slapping sound of his hips hitting her face.

Rex was relentless. He leaned down, his hands gripping her hair to pull her head even tighter against him, maximizing the depth of every thrust. He was treating her mouth like a battlefield, and he was winning.

"Look at you!" he laughed, his breath hot against her forehead. "The great Ignivara, making the most pathetic, slutty noises for me!"

"You love it, don’t you!? You love being used like a common toy!"

He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming a blur of tanned muscle and dark, pulsing meat. The sheer violence of the act was turning her world into a haze of sensation.

Her vision blurred, her thoughts shattered into a thousand pieces, and all that remained was the rhythmic, punishing heat of him, the heavy slap of his balls against her skin, and the terrifying, beautiful sensation of being completely, utterly filled.

The assault on Ignivara’s senses transitioned from mere brutality into a rhythmic, soul-crushing symphony of dominance. Rex wasn’t just fucking her throat anymore; he was colonizing it.

He began to use his weight in a way that was both terrifying and uniquely devastating. Instead of just pumping, he began to grind, rotating his massive, vein-riven shaft within the tight, muscular confines of her draconic throat as he drove inward.

It was a sensation of absolute, unyielding friction. Every rotation felt like a hot iron rod being twisted inside her, the flared head of his cock scraping against the sensitive, magically attuned walls of her esophagus with a precision that felt almost surgical in its cruelty.

He was finding every nerve ending and every tender spot of her internal anatomy and punishing them with a relentless, swirling pressure.

SHLUCK... GRIND... SLAP!

"You’re nothing but a passage for me, Ignivara!" Rex roared, his voice a thunderclap that seemed to vibrate the very bones of her face. "A tunnel! A hollow, empty space that only finds meaning when it’s filled by this!"

He slammed into her again, the impact so deep it felt as though he were trying to reach her very stomach. The sheer force of the thrust caused her eyes to roll back into her head, leaving only the whites visible, as her brain struggled to process the sheer volume of input.

The headache was no longer a dull throb; it had become a white-hot halo of sensation, a crown of pain and pleasure that blurred the line between the two.

As he continued this violent, swirling dance of meat and muscle, something terrifying began to happen to Ignivara’s body. A strange, alien sensation began to bloom in the pit of her stomach, spreading downward like a slow-moving wave of liquid fire.

It was a heavy, pulsing warmth, a sensation of intense, localized swelling that she had never felt before. Deep within her, her pussy, the very part of her she had tried to protect from his gaze, was reacting to the sheer, overwhelming masculinity of the man currently ravaging her mouth.

It wasn’t just a trickle; it was a heavy, rhythmic weeping. She could feel the slick, hot moisture of her own arousal drenching her thighs, a traitorous flood of nectar that signaled her body’s total surrender to the predator.

’It’s... it’s leaking...’

’Why is it so wet? Why is my body weeping like a broken dam while he destroys my throat?’

’It feels... it feels like my very essence is melting!’

The sensation was nauseatingly beautiful. The more he pounded her throat, the more her lower half seemed to dissolve into a puddle of pure, instinctive lust.

The contrast was maddening: the violent, choking pressure in her upper body versus the heavy, aching, liquid heat between her legs.

She began to cry again, but the tears were no longer just of fear. They were a frantic, hysterical release of a woman whose entire biological system was being hijacked.

She sobbed through her nose, the sound a series of wet, broken hiccups as Rex’s massive cock continued to hammer against the back of her throat, his heavy balls slapping her chin with a wet, rhythmic thwack, thwack, thwack.

"Yes! Cry for me!" Rex commanded, his eyes dark with a terrifying, godlike satisfaction.

He could see the way her eyes were glazed and the way her body was trembling in a way that wasn’t just a shudder but a full-body convulsion of sensory overload. "Cry because you’re losing yourself!"

"Cry because you know that even as you choke on me, your pussy is begging for more!"