The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 860: 860. She Wants To Get Impregnated?! Hell Yeah! Let’s F-Ing Do It!**

"Is this the ’work’ the Academy expects of you? Being pounded into the dirt by your master?"

"Yes! Yes! God, yes!" she wailed, her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolled so far back they were nearly invisible.

Her face was a mask of beautiful, depraved madness. "Ruin me! Ahhh! Fill me! Haaah... haaaah... Make me yours! Make me carry it!"

She wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. The lie was dead, buried under the weight of his lust.

She leaned into the ruin, her hips bucking upward to meet every brutal, earth-shaking thrust, her entire being focused on the sensation of him filling her, stretching her, and claiming her.

Rex felt the crescendo approaching, a tidal wave of heat and pressure that threatened to shatter his very soul. He gripped her thighs, pulling them even wider, exposing her completely to his onslaught.

"Then take it!" he commanded, his voice breaking into a roar. "Take everything!"

He accelerated into a final, frantic, and utterly violent cadence, his thrusts becoming a blur of motion and sound. Elizabeth’s screams merged with his grunts, a cacophony of pure, unadulterated carnal madness that filled the room, a symphony of a woman being utterly, beautifully, and irrevocably destroyed.

The rhythm of their union had become something transcendental, a violent, wet symphony that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards. Elizabeth lay there, her upper body pressed against the rug, her hips hoisted high in a position of total, vulnerable exposure.

Her face was a portrait of pure, unadulterated depravity; her eyes were wide and glazed, staring at the ceiling as if searching for gods in the rafters, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, slick and trembling with every shuddering breath.

She looked less like a scholar and more like a creature of pure, carnal instinct, her skin flushed a deep, bruised rose from the sheer friction of his body.

Slap. Squelch. Slap.

"Being... ahhh!... being your mistress..." she gasped, her voice a broken, melodic wreck.

Each word was punctuated by a sharp, involuntary cry as Rex drove himself into her with a heavy, rhythmic thud. "It’s... nnngh!... it’s so much better... than being... an instructor... HAAAH!"

Rex paused for a fraction of a second, his massive arms trembling as he braced himself over her, his sweat dripping onto her heaving chest. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with a mixture of amusement and predatory hunger.

He began to move again, but slower this time, a torturous, deep tissue grind that made her entire body quiver.

"A mistress?" Rex teased, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Is that all you are? A woman playing at secrets?"

"Or is it something deeper, Elizabeth? Is that why you keep coming back to this ’work’?" He leaned down, his nose brushing hers, his breath hot and smelling of salt and desire. "Tell me the truth."

"Do you want it? Do you want a baby that badly? Do you want my seed to take root inside you?"

The question hit her like a physical blow, sent straight to her core. The thought of being heavy with his child, of carrying the mark of his dominance within her, sent a fresh wave of electric pleasure through her nervous system.

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked, her hips jerking upward in a desperate, frantic attempt to pull him even deeper. "Ah! Ah! Ah! A thousand times, yes! Give it to me!"

"Fill me until there’s no room left! Haaaaah!"

She was babbling now, her intellect completely dissolved by the relentless pounding of his cock. "I want it... nnngh... I want your baby... ahhh!... more than the Academy... more than anything!"

Rex let out a low, dark chuckle, a sound that was more a predator’s purr than a human laugh. He increased the tempo, the thwack, thwack, thwack of his hips against hers becoming a frantic, driving force.

"A baby?" he grunted, his jaw clenched as he fought his own rising climax. "You’re a fool, Elizabeth."

"I have no interest in the soft, whining demands of a child."

"I hate raising brats. They’re weak, they’re loud, and they take time away from the hunt."

Elizabeth’s eyes flared with a sudden, desperate intelligence, a flicker of the woman she used to be, now repurposed for her own hedonistic ends. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head down toward hers.

"Then don’t raise it!" she cried, her voice cracking with a mix of laughter and ecstasy. "I’ll do it! Ah! I’ll raise it... as Alexander’s child!"

"He’ll think it’s his! He’ll provide for it... he’ll love it... while you and I... nnngh! ... we just keep doing this!"

Rex froze for a heartbeat, the sheer audacity of her suggestion catching him off guard. Then, a booming, guttural laugh erupted from his chest, a sound of pure, mocking derision that vibrated through both of them.

"Alexander’s child?" Rex roared, the laughter making his thrusts even more erratic and violent.

He began to hammer into her with a renewed, punishing ferocity, his hips slamming against her with the force of a sledgehammer. "Ha! Hahaha! You truly are a magnificent liar, Elizabeth!"

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his eyes dancing with a cruel, beautiful light. "You want to raise another man’s child?"

"You want to look into his eyes every day, knowing that the boy carries my blood?"

"That he has my strength and my hunger?"

"You want to lie to him while you’re secretly craving the man who actually conquered you?"

"Ahhh! Yes! Let him lie!" she screamed, her head tossing from side to side, her tongue twitching as her climax began to build. "Let him be the father... while you are the god! REXX! REXX!"

"You’re insane," Rex growled, his voice thick with the approaching explosion. "Absolutely, beautifully insane."

He gripped her waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his movements becoming a blurred, frantic assault of meat and heat. The sound of their passion was deafening: the wet, heavy slapping of their bodies, the creak of the floor, and Elizabeth’s unending, high-pitched screams of pure, unadulterated ruin.

He was driving her toward the edge of the world, and as he felt his own release building, he knew he was going to give her exactly what she asked for: a lie so delicious, it would haunt her for the rest of her life.

The frantic, floor-bound madness finally transitioned into a more deliberate, heavy intensity as Rex hauled Elizabeth’s trembling body back onto the bed. The mattress groaned under their combined weight, the sheets a damp, salt-crusted mess beneath them.

Rex didn’t give her a moment to recover; he was a man possessed by a singular, biological mission.

He moved over her like a mountain of dark muscle, his shadow swallowing her whole. To achieve the depth he craved, he reached down and grabbed her left leg, hoisting it high, pinning her knee toward her chest.

The position was vulnerable, exposing her completely, stretching her wide and presenting her most intimate depths to his relentless assault.

Squelch. Schlick. Thud.

With her leg hoisted, every thrust became a profound, transformative event. Rex wasn’t just hitting her; he was invading her.

He drove himself in with a slow, terrifying precision, his massive head bottoming out against her cervix with a heavy, blunt force that made her entire abdomen ripple.

"There..." Rex groaned, his voice a deep, primal vibration that seemed to echo from the very center of her womb.

He leaned forward, his heavy chest crushing her breasts, his sweat dripping into her open, gasping mouth. "Can you feel it, Elizabeth?"

"Every time I hit you, I’m reaching deeper."

"I’m touching the very place where your life will change."

He increased the tempo, the sound of his pelvis slamming into her becoming a rhythmic, wet thunder.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

"I’m going to do it," he growled, his eyes burning with a dark, triumphant fire. "I’m going to impregnate you."

"I’m going to fill you so full of my seed that there won’t be a single inch of you left that doesn’t belong to me."

"You’ll carry my mark, and no amount of ’Academy work’ will ever wash it away!"

"Aaaahhh! Oh god! Yes!" Elizabeth’s response was a jagged, melodic shriek of pure, unadulterated joy.

The fear of the lie, the fear of Alexander, the fear of the world—it all evaporated, replaced by a singular, overwhelming devotion to the man currently shattering her.

Her eyes, though still rolled back in a state of ecstatic delirium, seemed to find a new, terrifyingly bright clarity. The sensation of him reaching so deep, of him claiming her very core, triggered a psychological surrender more profound than any physical one.

"I love you!" she sobbed, the words tearing from her throat in a rhythmic chant that matched his thrusts. "Ah! Rex... nnngh... I love you! Haaah! I love you so much!"

Slap! Squelch!

"I love you! Ahhh! Please... nnngh... more! Give it to me! Haaaah!"

She wasn’t just moaning anymore; she was worshiping. Her hands, slick with sweat and spent passion, clawed at his massive biceps, trying to pull him even deeper, trying to fuse their very souls together through the sheer force of his penetration.

Every time he bottomed out, hitting that sweet, agonizing spot near her womb, she let out a high-pitched, keening wail that sounded like a prayer.

"Love me!" Rex commanded, his voice breaking as he felt his own climax surging like a tidal wave. "Tell me who you belong to!"

"You! Ah! Only you! Nnnngh!" she screamed, her body arching so violently her head nearly touched the headboard. "I love you, Rex! Aaaaah! I love you! Haaaaah!"