The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 797: 797. Bro Thought It Was Dream! But It Was F-ING REALITY!**

The atmosphere in the clearing had reached a point of absolute, feverish delirium. The air was thick with the heavy, musk-laden scent of sweat and the unmistakable, cloying aroma of spilled seed.

Rex was no longer just fucking her; he was performing a ritual of total psychological and physical deconstruction.

With his telekinesis, he kept Ignivara’s body suspended, her hips tilted at a sharp, agonizing angle that allowed him maximum access to her tight, pulsing asshole. As he drove himself in with a rhythmic, bone-deep force, he reached out with one massive, calloused hand and began to slap her swollen, sensitive abdomen.

SLAP! SMACK! SLAP!

"GYAAAAAAH! REX! THE PRESSURE! AHHH! IT’S... IT’S TOO MUCH! GAAAAH!"

The impact of his palm against her stomach sent violent ripples through her internal organs, forcing his cock to slam even harder against her cervix. The sound of the slapping flesh mingled with the wet, suctioning noises of his entry, creating a chaotic, carnal percussion.

SLAP! SCHLUCK! SLAP! SQUELCH!

"You’re too quiet, Ignivara," Rex growled, his voice a low, menacing vibration.

He leaned in closer, his eyes scanning her trembling form with predatory precision. He began to tilt his pelvis, angling his massive, thick shaft with surgical intent.

He wasn’t just pounding anymore; he was searching. He was hunting for the exact point where his cock could strike the wall of her womb through her tight, unyielding asshole.

THUD... THUD... THUD...

Suddenly, he found it. With a sudden, sharp lunge, he buried himself to the very hilt, his glans slamming directly against the sensitive entrance of her womb.

CRACK! SHLUCK!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ignivara’s scream was a piercing, glass-shattering wail. Her entire body arched so violently in the air that her spine looked ready to snap.

The sensation of him hitting her womb from the "wrong" side was so intense and invasive that it felt like her very soul was being bruised.

"There it is," Rex chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound.

He didn’t just hit the spot; he began to squeeze it. He used the sheer girth of his cock and the strength of his thrusts to press and grind against her womb, massaging the organ with his brute force.

"GAAAAAAH! REX! IT’S... IT’S INSIDE! IT’S HITTING MY CORE! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!"

"Now, listen to me, you little slut," Rex whispered, his hand returning to her stomach to deliver another stinging slap.

SMACK!"

"If you want me to finish... if you want to feel my hot seed filling this tight little hole... you’re going to earn it!"

"You’re going to tell me how much of a pathetic, weak little worm Zane is!"

"You’re going to badmouth him! You’re going to spit on his name while I ruin you!"

Zane, watching from his chains, felt his heart shatter.

"Ignivara... don’t... please, don’t say it..." he whimpered, his voice a broken, pathetic thread.

SLOP! SCHLUCK! SLAP!

Rex gave her another brutal, deep thrust that made her eyes roll back until only the whites were visible. "DO IT! Say it! Or I’ll pull out and leave you empty!"

Ignivara was caught in a vortex of pleasure and humiliation. The sensation of him squeezing her womb was so overwhelming that her pride had long since evaporated.

She looked toward the tree where Zane was bound, her eyes glazed and unfocused, her face flushed with a lewd, feverish heat.

"HHH... HHH... ZANE...!" she gasped, a sob of pure ecstasy breaking from her lips. "ZANE IS... AHHH! ZANE IS NOTHING!"

"HE’S... HE’S WEAK! HE’S SO WEAK COMPARED TO YOU! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SCHLUCK!"

"Louder!" Rex commanded, his pace becoming frantic, his thrusts turning into a violent, piston-like assault.

"HE’S PATHETIC! AHHH! REX IS THE KING!"

"ZANE IS JUST A... A LITTLE BOY!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH! HE CAN’T PROTECT ME! HE CAN’T FILL ME LIKE YOU! REX! REX! REX!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

She was screaming it with a hysterical, manic joy, her voice cracking under the strain. Every time she insulted Zane, Rex rewarded her with a deeper, more punishing thrust that sent her womb reeling.

THUD! SLOP! SQUELCH! GAAAAAAH!

"That’s my girl," Rex roared, his muscles bulging, his veins popping as he reached his limit.

He could feel the pressure building in his loins, the urge to erupt into her being almost unbearable. He gripped her hips so hard his fingers left deep, bruising indentations in her golden skin.

"Now... prepare to be filled!"

SLAP! SLAP! SCHLUCK! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

The forest was filled with the sound of her beautiful, treacherous insults and the rhythmic, wet violence of her conquest, as Zane could do nothing but weep and watch the woman he loved descend into a madness of pure, unadulterated lust for his conqueror.

Zane’s world had shrunk to the size of that clearing, a hellish landscape of sound and scent that felt increasingly impossible to endure. He slumped against the rough bark of the oak tree, the heavy chains clinking weakly as his strength failed him.

His eyes were red rimmed, stinging from the salt of his own tears, which now fell in a constant, silent stream down his cheeks.

’Is this a dream? Please, let this be a nightmare...’ he whispered to the empty air, his voice a hollowed-out shell of its former self.

He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that when he opened them, he would be back in the quiet of their sanctuary and not witnessing the systematic destruction of his soul. ’Just wake up. Please, just wake up...’

But the sensations were too visceral to be a dream. He could smell the heavy, musky scent of their sweat; he could hear the sickening, rhythmic slap-squelch of Rex’s pelvis hitting her; he could feel the vibrations of her screams in the very ground beneath his feet.

SLAP! SCHLUCK! SLAP! GAAAAAAHHHHHH!

"Open your eyes, Zane!" Rex bellowed, his voice a thunderous mockery of Zane’s despair. "Don’t you dare miss the best part! Watch how much of me she can hold!"

Zane’s eyes snapped open, forced by the sheer cruelty of the command. He looked up, and his heart nearly stopped.

Rex was no longer just pounding; he was vibrating, his entire massive frame tensing as he reached the absolute precipice of his climax. His face was a mask of primal, concentrated lust, his teeth bared in a predatory grin.

"HERE IT COMES!" Rex roared, his voice tearing through the forest.

With a final, soul-shattering thrust, Rex buried himself so deep into Ignivara that it looked as if he were trying to merge with her very core. He slammed against her womb one last time, pinning her against the invisible force of his telekinesis, and then he began to erupt.

"UUUUUGGGGHHHH! HAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

It wasn’t just a release; it was an explosion. A massive, torrential flood of thick, hot semen began to pump into her tight, overstretched asshole with the force of a high-pressure hose.

SPLURT! SQUELCH! SPLAT! SPLURT!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD! REX! IT’S... IT’S SO MUCH! AHHH! IT’S FILLING ME! IT’S FILLING MY WHOLE BODY! GAAAAAAAH!"

Ignivara’s screams transitioned from the sharp stabs of pain to a long, rolling, delirious wail of pure sensory overload. As Rex pumped his seed into her, her abdomen began to visibly react.

The skin of her stomach, already sensitive from his slapping, began to swell and bloat outward, the sheer volume of the liquid stretching her from the inside. Zane watched in a trance of horror as her once flat, muscular belly distended, becoming a rounded, tight mound of draconic flesh, pushed outward by the massive amount of semen being forced into her bowels.

SPLURT! SPLAT! SQUELCH! HHH... AHHH... AAAAAAAHHHHH!

"Look at her belly, Zane!" Rex laughed, his breath coming in ragged, triumphant gasps. "Look how much of my man is inside her!"

"She’s a bloated little sack of my cum!"

Rex held himself there for several long, agonizing seconds, ensuring every last drop of his massive load was driven deep into her. Then, with a sudden, wet, and incredibly loud suction noise, he pulled himself out.

SHLUCK POP!

The sound was like a boot being pulled out of deep, thick mud. As Rex withdrew, the sight that greeted Zane was enough to make him let out a broken, strangled sob.

Without the plug of Rex’s massive cock to hold it in, the sheer pressure of the accumulated semen took over. Ignivara’s asshole, stretched wide and trembling, couldn’t contain the deluge.

A thick, white, frothy torrent of semen began to burst out of her, spraying downward in a heavy, viscous stream.

SPLOSH! SLOP! SPLAT! SQUISH!

It didn’t just leak; it erupted. A massive, creamy wave of white liquid cascaded down her golden thighs, coating her scales and pooling on the forest floor in a messy, steaming puddle.

The semen seemed endless, a continuous, rhythmic pulsing of white fluid as her body tried to expel the overwhelming volume.

SLOP... SPLAT... SQUELCH...

"AHHH... HHH... AHHH..."

Ignivara hung in the air, her body limp and twitching, her eyes rolling aimlessly in her head. She was a wreck, a beautiful, broken goddess of lust, literally overflowing with the essence of the man who had conquered her.

"Look at that mess," Rex smirked, looking down at the white sludge coating her.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of the semen dripping from her, rubbing it against her swollen belly. "She’s nothing but a leaking, bloated slut for me."

Zane could only watch, his head falling forward against his chest, his tears mixing with the dirt. The reality was too much.

The sight of her, the queen of his heart, overflowing with another man’s seed, her body bloated and ruined, was the final nail in the coffin of his spirit. He wasn’t in a nightmare.

He was in a reality far more cruel than any dream could ever devise.