The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 796: 796. Look Who Finally Decided To Wake Up And Witness The Fall Of A Dragon!**

The forest was no longer a place of tranquility; it had become a theater of carnal madness. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of musk, sweat, and the metallic tang of draconic arousal.

Rex was a force of nature, a relentless machine of lust that showed no sign of slowing. He was driving himself into Ignivara’s tight, unyielding asshole with a ferocity that bordered on the divine, his massive cock stretching her to the absolute breaking point with every brutal, piston-like stroke.

THUD! SLAP! SCHLUCK! THUD!

"AAAAAAH! HHH... GAAAAAAH! REX! STOP! NO, DON’T STOP! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Ignivara was a mess of frantic motion and vocalized agony. Her hips were bucking uncontrollably, her claws digging deep furrows into the earth as she tried to find purchase against the sheer force of his thrusts.

Every time Rex bottomed out, the impact was so violent that her entire body jolted forward, her head snapping back as a fresh wave of sensation crashed over her. The Supreme Healing was her curse; it kept her nerves on a razor’s edge, ensuring that the sensation of being split open was as sharp and vivid as a lightning strike.

SLOP... SQUELCH...

"AAAAAAAH! IT’S... IT’S TOO MUCH! THE PRESSURE! REX, YOU’RE TEARING ME! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Rex didn’t care about her pleas; he only cared about the sound of her breaking. He leaned forward, his massive, muscular chest pressing against her trembling back, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as he growled into her ear.

"Look at you, Ignivara," he hissed, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble that she felt in her very bones. "The great dragon queen, reduced to a screaming, gaping hole for my cock!"

"You aren’t a dragon anymore! You’re just my toy, and... my fucking slut!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SCHLUCK!

"Y-YES! AHHH! SLUT! AHHH! REX’S SLUT! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Her voice was reaching a fever pitch, a high-pitched, hysterical wail that echoed through the trees, vibrating through the very leaves. And miles away or perhaps just a few dozen yards, that sound began to pierce through the fog of a forced slumber.

A few yards away, tied brutally to a massive, ancient oak tree, Zane began to stir. He was a broken figure, his limbs bound by heavy, magically reinforced chains that Rex had used to anchor him.

He had been forced into a deep, magically induced sleep, but the sheer, unbridled volume of Ignivara’s screams was like a drill to his brain.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH! ZANEEEE! ZANEEEE! HE’S... HE’S IN ME! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Zane’s eyelids fluttered. His head throbbed, and a sense of profound dread began to seep into his consciousness.

He tried to move, but the heavy clink of the chains reminded him of his helplessness.

CLINK... CLANK... CHRRRR...

"Nnngh... Ignivara?" Zane muttered, his voice a raspy, disoriented whisper.

His vision was blurry, his mind struggling to piece together the cacophony of sounds hitting his ears. The rhythmic thud, thud, thud of flesh hitting flesh; the wet, slapping noises; and that... that unmistakable, soul-piercing scream of the woman he loved.

SLOP! SCHLUCK!

"GAAAAAAH! REX! REX! REX!"

Zane’s eyes snapped open, wide and bloodshot. He squinted through the darkness of the forest, his heart beginning to hammer against his ribs like a trapped bird.

He saw the moonlight filtering through the canopy, illuminating the clearing. And then, he saw them.

He saw the silhouette of a massive, powerful man looming over a trembling, arched form. He saw the way Ignivara’s body was being tossed around like a ragdoll, her hips being held in a death grip by a man who looked more like a god of lust than a mortal.

He noticed the glint of her scales and the rhythmic, violent impalement of her body.

"No..." Zane gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of horror and a dark, involuntary arousal. "Ignivara... what is...?"

He strained against the chains, the metal biting into his wrists as he tried to pull himself closer, to see the truth of the carnage. The more he struggled, the more the sounds became clear.

The wet, disgusting, yet incredibly arousing sound of a massive cock sliding in and out of a tight, overfilled anus. The sound of a woman losing her mind to pleasure and pain.

SLAP! SCHLUCK!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"LOOK AT HER, ZANE!" Rex roared, as if he could sense the man watching.

He delivered a particularly devastating, deep thrust that made Ignivara’s eyes roll back into her head completely. "LOOK AT HOW SHE TAKES ME! LOOK AT HOW SHE BREAKS FOR ME!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ignivara’s scream reached a crescendo, a long, unbroken note of pure, unadulterated madness that seemed to vibrate the very chains holding Zane. She was no longer a person; she was a vessel of sensation, a screaming monument to Rex’s absolute, unyielding dominance, and Zane could do nothing but watch, his eyes wide and watering, as the woman he knew was utterly and beautifully destroyed before his very eyes.

Zane’s eyes were wide, the pupils dilated with a mixture of pure, unadulterated terror and a sickening, involuntary heat. The reality of the scene hit him like a physical blow to the gut.

He wasn’t just witnessing an act of passion; he was witnessing a desecration. He saw the way Rex’s massive, dark hands gripped Ignivara’s golden hips; the way his muscular back rippled with every violent, punishing thrust; and the way her body, her beautiful, regal body, was being tossed about like a piece of meat in a storm.

"IGNIVARA! FIGHT HIM! PLEASE, FIGHT HIM!" Zane’s voice broke, a raw, desperate howl that tore from his lungs. He lunged forward, but the magical chains snapped him back with a violent, metallic jerk.

CLANK! SHHHH! RING! CHRRRR!

"STOP IT! BASTAAARDDD, YOU FUCKING MONSTER! STOP IT!" Zane screamed, his face contorting, tears of frustration and rage streaming down his cheeks.

He strained so hard against the restraints that the skin of his wrists began to bleed, the red droplets falling onto the forest floor. "SHE’S NOT A TOY! IGNIVARA, LOOK AT ME!"

"LOOK AT ME AND STRIKE HIM!"

But the pleas fell on deaf ears. Rex didn’t even grant Zane the dignity of a glance; he simply laughed, a deep, booming, melodic sound of pure triumph that seemed to mock the very concept of Zane’s existence.

"HA! HAHAHA! HAAAAA!"

Rex increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming a blur of motion. He used his telekinesis to lift Ignivara even higher into the air, suspending her in a horizontal position so that her backside was perfectly presented, her legs forced wide apart by invisible, crushing hands.

She was floating, a helpless, writhing goddess of lust, suspended in the moonlight while Rex hammered into her from below.

THUD! SLAP! SCHLUCK! THUD! SLAP!

"AAAAAAHHHHH! REX! REX! REX! GAAAAAAH! HHH... AHHH! DEEPER! GO DEEPER! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Ignivara wasn’t fighting. She wasn’t even trying to.

The Supreme Healing had turned her brain into a puddle of pure sensation. Every time Rex’s cock slammed into her tight, puckered asshole, it sent a shockwave of pleasure so intense it wiped away her memories, her pride, and her love for Zane.

She was a slave to the friction, a prisoner of the rhythm.

"IGNIVARA! WHY AREN’T YOU MOVING?!" Zane roared, his voice cracking into a sob of pure panic. "HE’S RUINING YOU! HE’S BREAKING EVERYTHING WE WERE!"

"FIGHT BACK! PLEASE, JUST ONCE!"

Rex finally looked over his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic, golden light as he caught Zane’s frantic gaze. He didn’t stop his pounding; if anything, he drove himself in harder, making the sound of the impact even more obscene.

SQUELCH! SLAP! GAAAAAAH!

"Look at her, Zane!" Rex shouted over the sound of her screaming, his voice dripping with mockery. "She doesn’t want to fight!"

"She wants to be filled and she wants to be broken!"

"She’s not your queen anymore... she’s my fucking vessel!"

SLOP... SCHLUCK...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"YES! YES! REX! AHHHH! ZANE... ZANE... AHHH! HE’S... HE’S SO BIG! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ignivara’s voice was a frantic, high-pitched melody of madness. She didn’t even call for Zane to save her anymore; she called for him to witness her ruin.

She was moaning with a guttural, animalistic hunger, her head lolling back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The sound of her pleasure was a violent, wet symphony that seemed to drown out Zane’s screams of agony.

SPLASH! SLOP! SCHLUCK! THUD! THUD!

Zane was hyperventilating, his chest heaving as he watched the most intimate part of his life being claimed by a predator. The sight of Rex’s thick, dark cock disappearing into her glowing, stretched-out asshole, over and over again, was a visual torture.

He could see the way her skin bunched and stretched, the way the semen from her earlier release was being churned up and sprayed out with every thrust, coating her thighs in a messy, white sheen.

"NOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Zane let out a final, broken scream of pure despair, his body sagging in the chains as he realized the truth.

She wasn’t fighting because she didn’t want to. She was lost in the storm of Rex’s dominance, her soul being rewritten by every wet, slapping impact.

The clearing was filled with the sound of Zane’s frantic, sobbing rage and the rhythmic, obscene, and beautiful sounds of Ignivara’s total, ecstatic surrender.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SCHLUCK!

"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"