The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

Chapter 861: 861. I Call Her A Pig And Then She Agrees To It!**

The air in the room was thick, almost suffocating, with the scent of their combined lust and the sound of their frantic, desperate union. Rex’s thrusts became shorter, faster, more violent, a frantic, staccato pounding that felt like it would break her in two.

Thwack thwack thwack thwack!

"I’m coming!" he roared, his muscles locking into iron cords of tension. "I’m giving it to you!"

"Take it, Elizabeth! Take all of it!"

As he delivered a final, soul-crushing thrust that felt as if he were trying to bury himself inside her very soul, Elizabeth’s world exploded. Her scream was a long, continuous, shattering note of pure, transcendental ecstasy, her body convulsing in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms as she felt the hot, heavy flood of his release erupting deep within her, hitting the very walls of her womb just as he had promised.

She lay there, broken, filled, and utterly conquered, her voice a mere whisper of "I love you..." as she drifted into the blissful, dark void of her own ruin.

The air in the bedroom was heavy, thick with the musk of sex and the humid heat of their bodies. But Rex wasn’t finished.

The surrender of her climax had only served to fuel his primal hunger; he wanted more than just her pleasure; he wanted her total, humiliated submission.

With a grunt of exertion, he rolled her over. He didn’t let her lie flat; instead, he hauled her up onto her hands and knees, forcing her into a deep, vulnerable doggystyle position.

Her back arched deeply, her head hanging low as her hair spilled across the damp sheets, leaving her backside presented to him like an altar of flesh.

Schlick. Squish. Slap.

Rex stepped behind her, his massive thighs framing her hips. He reached down, his large, heavy hands clamping onto the soft, pale mounds of her ass.

He didn’t just hold her; he dug his fingers in, his grip so forceful that his knuckles turned white, his thumbs pressing deep into the flesh to anchor her for the assault.

"Look at you," Rex growled, his voice a low, vibrating menace in the quiet room. "On all fours like a beast."

"This is the real Elizabeth, isn’t it? Not the instructor, not the lady... just a creature waiting to be used."

Without warning, he drove himself into her with a brutal, lunging thrust.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Elizabeth’s scream was ripped from her lungs, her fingers clawing at the mattress as her entire body jolted forward from the impact.

The angle was devastating; he was hitting her from behind with a raw, unbridled power that felt like he was trying to split her in two.

THWACK!

The sound of his palm meeting her flesh echoed like a gunshot. He had delivered a stinging spank to her left buttock.

"You’re nothing but a filthy, greedy pig, aren’t you?" Rex mocked, his eyes dark with a cruel, erotic delight.

He delivered another sharp slap, the skin reddening instantly under his hand.

Slap!

"Yes! Ahhh! Yes... nnngh!" Elizabeth wailed, her hips bucking back instinctively to meet his next lunge.

The pain and the pleasure were so tightly intertwined she could no longer tell them apart. "A pig... haaaah! A pig for you... ah! Rex!"

THWACK! THWACK!

He began a rhythmic, punishing spanking, alternating between heavy, stinging slaps and deep, driving thrusts. Each time he struck her, he followed it with a lunge so deep it made her vision swim.

"A pig that loves to be filled," Rex continued, his voice dripping with derision as he gripped her hips so hard his fingers left deep, darkening bruises in her tan skin. "A pig that lies to her fiancé just so she can crawl back here and get pounded into the mattress."

"Tell me, Elizabeth! Tell me what you are!"

"Nnnngh... haaaa!" She was sobbing now, the sounds a chaotic mix of laughter, moans, and desperate cries.

The humiliation was the ultimate aphrodisiac, stripping away the last of her dignity until she felt nothing but the heat of him and the sting of his hand. "I’m a pig! Ah! A dirty... nnngh... a dirty little pig! REXX!"

Slap. Squish. Slap. Thud.

The noises were visceral and primal. The wet, sucking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her drenched heat was punctuated by the sharp, stinging crack of his hand against her skin.

"That’s right," Rex grunted, his breathing coming in heavy, ragged heaves.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her trembling back, his hands moving from her ass to grip her waist, pulling her back so hard against him that the impact sounded like a collision. "A pig that belongs to the Starlight Household."

"A pig that’s being bred like an animal."

"EEEEE YAAAAAAH!" Elizabeth shrieked, her head tossing wildly.

The sheer intensity of the sensation—the stinging heat on her backside, the bruising grip on her hips, and the relentless, heavy pounding in her womb—sent her into a state of pure, mindless frenzy. "Breed me! Ah!"

"Make me... nnngh... make me your sow! Haaaah! Fill the pig! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Rex let out a guttural, triumphant laugh. He increased the speed, his spanks becoming faster and more violent, his thrusts becoming a blur of rhythmic, punishing force.

He was no longer just fucking her; he was marking her, his hands leaving a map of ownership on her skin, his seed preparing to claim the very center of her being.

"Good girl," he hissed, his voice a dark caress against her ear as he prepared for the final, devastating crescendo. "Good, filthy pig."

The air in the room was thick enough to taste, heavy with the scent of sweat, musk, and the unmistakable aroma of total carnal surrender. Rex, his muscles twitching from the sheer exertion of his previous assaults, finally sank back onto the pillows, his massive chest heaving like a bellows.

He lay there like a king on a throne of tangled, damp sheets, his eyes dark and predatory, watching her with a silent, commanding expectation.

He didn’t have to say a word. The command was in his gaze.

Elizabeth, her skin glowing a feverish red and her body trembling from the lingering aftershocks of his spanking, moved with a desperate, instinctive need to continue the worship. She crawled over him, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his powerful thighs.

She straddled him, her wet, swollen heat sliding onto the head of his cock, and with a low, guttural moan, she lowered herself down.

Squelch. Shhhhk.

"Oooohhh... god..." she gasped, her head falling back as she felt him stretch her wide once again.

The sensation of being impaled from below, seeing him looming beneath her, was a different kind of ruin, one that felt entirely of her own making.

She began to move. At first, it was slow, a tentative, rhythmic grind of her hips, but the hunger in her belly quickly took over.

She began to lift herself up, nearly sliding off the tip of him, before slamming herself back down with a wet, heavy thud.

Slap. Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

"Look at you," Rex rumbled, his hands coming up to rest on her waist, not to guide her, but to feel the violent vibration of her movements. "Taking charge now?"

"Do you think you’re the one in control, Elizabeth?"

"Ah! No... nnngh!... no, Rex!" she cried out, her breasts bouncing wildly with every frantic upward surge.

She was moving with a desperate, uncoordinated hunger, her hips rolling and bucking in a way that was purely animalistic. "I’m just... ah!... just a pig... haaaah!... a hungry, greedy pig... nnngh!... trying to get every drop!"

She picked up the pace, her movements becoming a blur of frantic, vertical motion. She was riding him like a woman possessed, her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in a mask of beautiful, depraved ecstasy.

"Aah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The sounds she made were no longer human; they were the high-pitched, rhythmic keening of a creature in the throes of a trance. Every time she came down, the sound of her pelvis hitting his was a loud, wet slap that echoed in the quiet room.

"That’s it," Rex encouraged, his voice a dark, gravelly purr. He tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, helping her find a rhythm that was even more punishing. "Ride it, you filthy thing."

"Show me how much of a pig you really are."

"Show me how much you need to be filled!"

"I’m... ah!... so hungry!" she screamed, her voice cracking.

She was leaning forward now, her hands planted on his massive, sweating chest for leverage, her hair swinging like a curtain of silk around her face. "I’m so... nnngh... so empty without you!"

"Haaaaah! Fill the pig! Ah! Breed the pig! REXX!"

Squelch slap! Squelch slap! Squelch slap!

The friction was intense, the heat between them reaching a boiling point. Elizabeth was lost in the sensation, her entire world narrowed down to the point where his hard, thick length met her most sensitive depths.

She was driving herself onto him with a ferocity that seemed to defy her own stamina, her muscles aching, her lungs burning, but she couldn’t stop. To stop was to lose the connection, to lose the divine madness of being his.

"Yes! Aaaah! Yes! Haaaah!" she wailed, her hips snapping up and down in a frantic, staccato rhythm. "I’m your pig! Ah!"

"You’re a dirty, lying... nnngh... your beautiful, slutty pig! Ah! Ah! Ah!"