The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 798: 798. I’ll Give Her To Option! Go Back Or Be Mine!**

The sheer weight of the moment seemed to press down on the clearing, the air stagnant with the heavy, cloying scent of the massive amount of semen that now saturated the ground. Rex, looking down at the broken, beautiful creature he had just thoroughly claimed, felt a surge of predatory satisfaction.

He wasn’t finished with the spectacle; he wanted the finality of her descent to be as visceral as the act itself.

With a casual, almost bored flick of his wrist, Rex released his telekinetic grip.

WHOOSH... THUD!

Ignivara’s body, devoid of the invisible force that had kept her suspended, succumbed to gravity. She fell backward, her limbs splayed out awkwardly, her head hitting the soft, mossy earth with a dull thud.

She landed on her back, her chest heaving in shallow, ragged gasps, her golden skin glistening with a mixture of sweat, saliva, and the white, viscous remnants of Rex’s climax.

As her body hit the ground, the sudden impact acted like a piston on her distended abdomen. The movement caused Rex’s massive, still semi-erect cock to lose its precarious hold within her.

SHLUCK... SLOP... SQUIRT!

With a wet, suctioning sound that echoed through the silent trees, his thick shaft slid out of her gaping, overworked asshole. The sound was obscene, a heavy, liquid sliding noise that made Zane’s stomach churn with a sickening mix of revulsion and involuntary arousal.

But the release of his cock was only the beginning of the carnage. Because her asshole was stretched so wide and distended to an impossible degree by the sheer volume of the semen Rex had pumped into her, it couldn’t close.

Instead, the impact of her fall caused a violent, rhythmic eruption of the white fluid.

SPLURT! SPLASH! SQUELCH!

A thick, creamy torrent of semen began to geyser out of her, pulsing in time with her frantic, shallow breaths. It sprayed across her lower back, flooded her hips, and pooled deeply beneath her, creating a steaming, white lake of lust on the forest floor.

"AAAAAAHHHH... HHH... HHH... AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Ignivara let out a long, low, broken moan, a sound that wasn’t quite a scream and wasn’t quite a sob. It was the sound of a woman whose nervous system had been completely fried by pleasure. Her eyes remained rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent, ecstatic daze, her body twitching rhythmically as the semen continued to burst from her.

SLOP... SPLAT... SQUISH... SQUIRT!

Zane watched, paralyzed by a primal, soul-crushing fear. He wasn’t just watching a woman being fucked; he was watching a goddess being hollowed out and refilled. The sight of her asshole wide, red, and pulsing, acting like a broken fountain of white liquid, was too much for his mind to process.

He felt a sense of vertigo, as if the world itself were tilting.

"No... no, no, no..." Zane whimpered, his voice a frantic, rhythmic chant.

He began to thrash against the chains again, but his movements were weak, driven by a panicked, animalistic instinct to flee a predator he couldn’t escape. "It’s too much... she’s... she’s spilling out... she’s empty... she’s all his..."

The sight of the semen, so much of it, so thick and white coating her golden scales and the dark earth, made the reality undeniable. It wasn’t a dream. It was a massacre of her dignity.

Rex stood over her, his massive, muscular legs planted firmly in the pool of white fluid. He looked down at the leaking, bloated mess of her, a grin of pure, unadulterated dominance spreading across his face.

He reached down, grabbing a handful of the semen that was still geysering from her, and smeared it over his own dark, muscular thigh.

"Look at her, Zane!" Rex roared, his voice booming like thunder, making Zane flinch in terror. "Look at the mess she makes!"

"She’s nothing but a leaking, broken vessel!"

"Every drop of that is mine! Every scream, every moan, every inch of her... it all belongs to me now!"

SPLURT! SPLASH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Ignivara’s body gave one final, violent shudder, a massive surge of semen erupting from her in a desperate spray that coated the nearby leaves. She lay there, a broken, beautiful ruin, her breath coming in tiny, whistling gasps, her body completely surrendered to the man who had conquered her and the man who could only watch in terrified, weeping silence.

The forest was silent now, save for the heavy breathing of the conqueror, the broken whimpers of the queen, and the frantic, terrified sobbing of the man left in the shadows.

Rex let out a final, boisterous roar of laughter that seemed to shake the very leaves from the trees. With a heavy, satisfied grunt, he lowered his massive, muscular frame onto the forest floor, sitting cross-legged right in the middle of the steaming, white lake of semen he had just pumped into Ignivara.

He looked like a king sitting upon a throne of filth, his dark skin glistening under the moonlight, completely unbothered by the mess.

"HA! HAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!"

He looked from the weeping, broken Zane to the twitching, leaking Ignivara, his eyes dancing with a sadistic, golden light.

"God, you two are a pathetic sight," Rex chuckled, wiping a stray smear of white fluid from his thigh and licking it off his finger with a slow, deliberate motion.

SLURP... MMMM.

He leaned forward, his shadow looming over both of them like a dark god. "But since I’m feeling generous after such a... productive session... let’s give you a choice, Ignivara."

"A little game to see just how much of a proud Legionnaire you really are."

Zane’s head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. "A choice? What choice? Please, Rex... just let her go! Let her come to me!"

Rex ignored him, focusing his intense, predatory gaze solely on the goddess lying in the mess. "You have two paths, my little leaking slut."

"Path one: You crawl over to those chains, you use your magic to untie that pathetic worm Zane, and you walk away."

"You can try to reclaim your dignity, though we both know you’ll always smell like my seed."

He paused, a cruel, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Or... Path two: You forget all about him."

"You crawl over here, you get on your hands and knees, and you take my cock into your pussy, your own, not just that tight little asshole."

"You serve me as my personal, permanent bitch."

"You let me breed you until you can’t even remember your own name."

"What’s it going to be, Ignivara? The weakling... or the God?"

SPLOSH... SQUELCH... HHH... AHHH...

Ignivara’s mind was a chaotic, swirling storm of conflicting sensations.

’The weakling? ’Zane?’ Her inner voice whispered, but it sounded distant, as if she were listening to him from underwater. ’Zane is... he’s safe. He’s kind.’

’He’s... but he’s so small. He’s so quiet compared to this... this heat... this power...’

She looked at Zane, and for a second, a flicker of her old self appeared.

"Zane..." she breathed, her voice a raspy, broken thing.

"IGNIVARA! CHOOSE ME! "Zane screamed, his voice cracking with a desperate, lung-bursting intensity. "Choose us! Untie me!"

"We can leave this nightmare behind!"

"Please, Ignivara, look at me! Don’t let him win!"

"Don’t let him turn you into... into that!"

But as she looked at Zane, she didn’t feel the surge of protective love she expected. Instead, she felt a wave of... embarrassment.

A shameful, pulsing heat began to bloom deep in her core, right where Rex’s semen was still sloshing around inside her.

’He’s begging...’ Her thoughts drifted, becoming darker, more lewd. ’He’s so loud, so desperate... so... weak.’

’Why does his desperation make me feel so... hungry?’

She looked back at Rex. He was sitting there, his massive cock already beginning to stir and swell again, standing proud and thick in the moonlight.

The sight of it, the sheer, unapologetic masculinity of it, sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to her clitoris.

"HHH... AHHH... GAAAAH!" She let out a sudden, involuntary moan, her hips twitching upward, causing more of the white fluid to spill out of her gaping asshole with a wet SQUIRT!

’The pussy...’ her mind screamed, the thought suddenly overwhelming all logic. ’He wants to fill my pussy... He wants to stretch me even more... He wants to claim every part of me again and again...’

"Ignivara! Look at me!" Zane sobbed, his eyes wide with a growing, terrifying realization. "Don’t do it! Don’t choose him! Please!"

Ignivara’s eyes finally met Zane’s, but they weren’t the eyes of a lover. They were glazed, heavy-lidded, and burning with a terrifying, unbridled lust.

A small, lewd smile played on her lips, even as a single tear of shame rolled down her cheek.

"Zane..." she whispered, her voice dripping with a newfound, honeyed heat. "You’re so... loud..."

She began to move. She didn’t crawl toward the chains.

Instead, she began to drag her body through the pool of semen toward Rex’s legs.

SLOP... SQUISH... SLOP...

"That’s it," Rex purred, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of triumph. "Come to your master, you beautiful, broken slut."

"AAAAAAHHHHH! REX! REX! REX!" Ignivara cried out, a high-pitched, manic scream of pure, unadulterated surrender.

She wasn’t just choosing him; she was throwing herself into the abyss of his dominance, her mind finally snapping under the weight of the pleasure he had forced upon her.

Zane let out a sound that wasn’t human, a long, hollow wail of total, absolute defeat as he watched the woman he loved crawl through the filth of his rival, her eyes fixed on nothing but the massive, dark cock that was about to claim her soul.