The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 791: 791. A Dragon Can’t Win Against My Meat-Sword! They Will Break As Well!**

As the brutal rhythm of Rex’s thrusts reached a fever pitch, Ignivara’s gaze drifted, her eyes unfocused and swimming with tears and lust. Through the haze of her sensory overload, she saw him.

Zane.

He was still there, slumped in the shadows, heavily bound in thick, enchanted chains that bit into his skin. He was deep in a magically induced slumber, his chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence, completely oblivious to the primal desecration happening just a few feet away.

’Zane... oh gods, Zane... look at me... look at what he’s doing to me...’ she thought desperately, a sob catching in her throat.

She wanted to scream his name, to wake him so he could see her glory or perhaps to wake him so he could save her from this beautiful, terrifying madness. But every time she tried to call out, a massive, bone-jarring lunge from Rex would steal the breath from her lungs.

"HAA... ZAAA... NNNGH! AAAAAH!"

"What was that, you little slut?" Rex mocked, his voice a low, cruel rumble near her ear.

He didn’t stop the assault; if anything, he increased the speed, his hips moving like a piston of pure muscle. "Are you trying to call for him through telepathy or something!?"

"Are you trying to tell him how much you love being used like a common animal by a real man?"

"You want him to wake up and see his precious dragon being hammered into the dirt by me?"

"N-no... hhh... mmmph! AHHH!" she whimpered, her dignity dissolving with every word.

"Look at you! You’re a mess! You’re crying for him while you’re soaking the ground for me!" Rex laughed, the sound savage and triumphant. "You’re a traitor to your own kind, Ignivara!"

"A lying, lewd dragon bitch who loves the sting of a man’s cock more than her own pride!"

The verbal abuse acted like a psychological whip, driving her arousal into a frenzy of shame and ecstasy. Her pussy, that shimmering, iridescent furnace, began to convulse with a violence that made her entire body vibrate.

The golden light pulsing from her core became a blinding, rhythmic strobe, illuminating the clearing in flashes of amber and gold.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH! REX! STOP! NO... DON’T STOP! GAAAAH!"

Then, Rex decided to push her past the point of no return. He didn’t even use his hands for her upper body. Instead, he focused his will.

Ignivara felt a sudden, sharp, invisible tugging sensation. Her eyes went wide as she felt her nipples being pulled upward, not by fingers, but by an unseen, telekinetic force.

It was a precise, agonizingly intense sensation, as if two hot wires were being wrapped around her sensitive peaks and yanked toward the sky.

"EEEEEEEE! AHHH! WHAT IS... NNNGH! AAAAAAH!"

At the same time, his massive hands moved from her hips to her head. He didn’t grab her hair; he gripped her magnificent, curved horns.

He used them like heavy, sturdy handles, his fingers wrapping around the base of the bone. With a predatory grunt, he jerked her head back, using her horns to leverage her body even more aggressively against his thrusts.

"MMPH! GAAAAH! REX! MY HORNS! AHHH!"

The combination was devastating. The telekinetic tugging on her nipples sent jolts of electricity straight to her clitoris, while the brutal pulling on her horns forced her spine into an even more extreme arch, exposing her pussy to the full, unbridled force of his lunge.

She was being pulled in three different directions: her head by his hands, her breasts by his mind, and her core by his massive cock.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! HAA! HAA! HAA!"

She was no longer just a woman or even a dragon; she was a collection of nerves, a screaming conduit for pure, unadulterated sensation. The golden light from her pussy flared into a continuous, blinding beam of magical energy as she hit a climax so powerful it felt like her very soul was being ripped from her body.

"ZZZZZZZZZ AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

She screamed a long, high-pitched, draconic note of total surrender, her body stiffening as the magical heat of her orgasm exploded outward in a shockwave of golden light, leaving her gasping, twitching, and utterly broken beneath the man who had turned her into his most exquisite toy.

The shockwave of her orgasm had barely subsided before Rex doubled his efforts. He wasn’t finished; he was just getting warmed up. He felt the way her draconic walls were still twitching, still desperately trying to milk him, and it only fueled his sadistic hunger.

He tightened his grip on her horns, pulling her head back so far that her neck was taut, and began to drive into her with a ferocity that bordered on the violent.

THUD. SLOP. THUD. SLOP.

The rhythm was no longer a cadence; it was a war. Each thrust was a heavy, wet explosion of force that seemed to vibrate through her very bones.

"GAAAAAAH! REX! PLEASE! HHH... AHH! AHH! AHH!"

Ignivara’s screams were becoming less like human cries and more like the primal, guttural roars of a dying beast. Her mind, once a fortress of draconic pride and ancient wisdom, was beginning to fracture.

The sheer, unrelenting sensory overload was acting like a hammer against the glass of her consciousness.

’Think... must... think...’ she tried to tell herself, but there was nothing to think about.

There was only the heat. There was only the sensation of him filling her, stretching her, conquering her.

The telekinetic tugging on her nipples continued, a constant, sharp reminder of her helplessness, while the pressure on her horns kept her pinned in a state of permanent, agonizing vulnerability.

"Look at you!" Rex roared over the sound of their colliding bodies. "Where’s that dragon warrior now!?"

’Where’s your dignity? You’re nothing but a leaking, screaming hole!"

"You’re losing it, aren’t you? You’re losing your fucking mind!"

"Y-YES! AHHH! IT’S... IT’S ALL GOING! AAAAAH!" she shrieked, her voice breaking into a high, hysterical pitch.

The mental walls were crumbling. The concept of ’self’ was dissolving.

She could no longer distinguish between the pain of the impact and the pleasure of the friction. The distinction between her body and the earth beneath her was blurring.

She felt like she was becoming part of the dirt, part of the heat, part of the violent, rhythmic motion of Rex’s hips.

SLOP... SCHLUCK... THUD...

"AHHH! HHH... GAAAAH!"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, showing only the whites, as her brain struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the stimulation. Her thoughts were no longer coherent sentences; they were just flashes of color, bursts of heat, and the singular, overwhelming name of her conqueror.

’Rex... Rex... Rex... Rex...’

"That’s it! Break!" Rex commanded, his voice a dark, triumphant melody.

He increased the speed even further, his thrusts becoming a blur of tanned muscle and raw power. "Break for me! Forget you were ever a fucking warrior!"

"Forget you ever had a name! You’re just my slut! My dragon slut!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A massive, involuntary spasm racked her entire body. Her pussy, that iridescent, magical furnace, didn’t just pulse it erupted.

A torrent of hot, golden tinted fluids sprayed from her, a mixture of her own nectar and the remnants of her previous release, as her internal walls clamped down on him with a strength that felt like it would snap his cock in two.

"MMPH! GAAAAH! HHHH... AAAAAAAAH!"

Her mind finally snapped. The last thread of her ego, the last vestige of the legendary Ignivara, vanished in a white hot flash of pure, unadulterated sensation.

She wasn’t a dragon anymore. She wasn’t a woman.

She was simply a vessel, a screaming, twitching, beautiful void being filled by the man who had systematically dismantled her soul.

She began to moan, but it wasn’t a moan of pleasure or pain it was a mindless, repetitive sound, a rhythmic, animalistic vocalization that accompanied the frantic, wet slapping of Rex’s hips.

"Aaaah... nngh... aaaaah... nngh... aaaaah..."

She was lost in the storm, a broken goddess drowning in a sea of her own pleasure, her consciousness shattered into a thousand glittering pieces of golden light, all swirling around the singular, brutal reality of Rex’s relentless, soul crushing fuck.

’I’m losing it...’