Free Web NovelChapter 663: 663. She Manage To Clean The Puddle Of My Seed! It’s All-In Time~!**
The air in the chamber was no longer oxygen; it was a thick, suffocating haze of musk, salt, and the heavy, metallic scent of divine essence. Rex was a force of pure, unbridled destruction, his hips moving with a violent, rhythmic ferocity that sounded like heavy leather striking wet stone.
THWACK! SLAP! SCHLOP!
Each impact was a seismic event, sending jolts of agonizing ecstasy through Cassandra’s demonic core.
But the true torment wasn’t just the pounding; it was the psychological leash Rex held over her. He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her back, his voice a terrifying, low-frequency rumble that cut through her delirium.
"Keep moving that tongue, Cassandra!" Rex growled, his hands tightening on her horns until she let out a muffled, whimpering cry. "You think you’re getting that reward?!"
"You think you’re getting the pleasure of my seed inside that hungry little demon cunt of yours? Think again!"
"If you don’t finish this puddle in the next ten seconds, I’m pulling out!"
"I’ll leave you empty, aching, and hollow, and I’ll go find some common peasant to fill instead of a queen!"
That threat, the prospect of being left unfulfilled, of being denied the very thing her soul was now screaming for, was the breaking point. The thought of his heat being withdrawn, of the void returning to her womb, sent Cassandra into a state of absolute, frantic madness.
"MMMMMM--PHHHH! GLUCK! SLURP! GLLLLRK!"
Her mind snapped. The dignified, regal consciousness of the Queen of the Underlayer vanished, replaced by a primal, desperate hunger.
She became a creature of pure instinct. She wasn’t just licking anymore; she was devouring.
She threw herself into the puddle, her tongue sweeping the stone with a frantic, rhythmic speed, her mouth working like a vacuum. She was lapping, sucking, and slurping with a ferocity that was almost animalistic, her face becoming completely coated in the thick, pearly white fluid.
"YES! THAT’S IT!" Rex roared, his own pleasure mounting as he watched her frantic degradation.
He increased the intensity of his thrusts, his massive cock slamming into her demonic pussy with such force that her entire body was lifted slightly off the ground with every lunge. "CLEAN IT! LEAVE NOTHING!"
THWACK!
"AAAAAAHHHHH! GLUCK! SLURP! HNNNG!" Cassandra’s muffled screams were a chaotic symphony of desperation.
She was losing her grip on reality. The world was nothing but the taste of him, the sound of his hips, and the terrifying, beautiful pressure of his shaft stretching her to the point of tearing.
She was a slave to the task, a frantic scavenger driven by the fear of his abandonment.
She felt the last of her pride dissolve into the semen. She was a mess of white fluid and tears, her eyes wide and wild, the heart symbols within them spinning so fast they were a blur of crimson light.
She was begging him with her every movement, her hips bucking upward in a silent, frantic prayer to be filled.
"PLEASE! GLUCK!... HNNNG!... PLEASE!" Her mind screamed, even as her mouth continued its frantic, wet work. "Don’t stop! Don’t leave me empty!"
"Fill me! Break me! Claim me!"
With a final, desperate, lunging swallow, she cleared the very last trace of the puddle from the stone. Her face was a mask of white, her lips swollen and trembling, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps.
She had done it. She had been the perfect, submissive, disgusting little scavenger he demanded.
"HAAH... HAAH... HAAH..."
She collapsed against the floor, her head lolling, her body vibrating with the aftershocks of her frantic effort. She lay there, exposed, humiliated, and utterly spent, staring up at him with eyes that held no more divinity, only a terrifying, bottomless hunger for the man who had just broken her.
Rex stood over her, his chest heaving, his massive cock pulsing and weeping a few final drops of pre-cum. He looked down at the spotless stone, then at the broken goddess at his feet, and a dark, triumphant grin spread across his face.
The "reward" was coming, and it was going to be a deluge that would change the very fabric of her existence.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice dripping with a sadistic, heavy warmth. "Now... let’s see if that demon pussy can handle the real FUCKING thing."
The air in the chamber was no longer just thick; it was heavy, humid, and saturated with the primal musk of a god claiming his territory. Rex was done with the games.
The moment the last drop of the puddle vanished from the floor, his restraint snapped like a dry branch.
He lunged forward, his massive frame looming over Cassandra’s trembling, semen-smeared body. He reached around with his left arm, his colossal bicep wrapping around her throat in a crushing, dominant grip.
He didn’t just hold her; he squeezed, his muscles pressing hard against her windpipe, forcing her head back and her chest to arch violently upward. His right hand clamped onto the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and horns, anchoring her in place.
"NOW!" Rex roared, a sound of pure, unbridled lust. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
CRACK THWACK!
He drove himself into her with a ferocity that was almost violent. This wasn’t the rhythmic pounding from before; this was a demolition.
Every thrust was a high-velocity impact that sent a shockwave from her womb to her very skull. The sound of their bodies colliding was deafening, a wet, rhythmic, slapping percussion of "PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SCHLOP!" that echoed off the vaulted ceilings like a war drum.
"GAAAAAAHHHHH! HNNNG!... GLLRK!... AAAAAAH!"
Cassandra’s screams were no longer those of a proud demon queen. They were high-pitched, melodic shrieks of a creature being pushed past the limits of existence.
Because of the pressure on her throat, her screams were strangled, turning into desperate, guttural gasps and choked moans. The lack of oxygen only heightened the sensation, sending her brain into a state of hypersensory overload.
Her demonic pussy, that dark, velvet abyss, was reacting with a terrifying intensity; it was clenching around him with such rhythmic, magical force that it felt like she was trying to pull his very soul out through his cock.
"YES! CHOKE ON IT! CHOKE ON THE FEELING!" Rex bellowed, his face a mask of pure, predatory ecstasy.
He was hammering into her, his hips slamming against her glutes with enough force to bruise, the sound of the impact punctuating her strangled cries.
In the corner of the room, the shadows shifted. Gorvasha, who had been lost in a trance of her own brokenness, suddenly snapped back to reality.
The sheer violence of the sounds, the frantic slapping of flesh, the desperate, choked screams of her queen, and the overwhelming scent of Rex’s dominance pulled her from the void.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. She watched, paralyzed, as Rex continued his brutal assault.
She saw the way Cassandra’s body was being tossed like a ragdoll, the way her regal dignity had been replaced by a mask of pure, desperate lust.
Then, Gorvasha’s gaze drifted lower.
She saw Cassandra’s pussy, the sacred, divine gateway of the underlayer, stretched wide and pulsing violently around Rex’s massive shaft. It was a sight of absolute, beautiful sacrilege.
As Rex pulled back for a particularly deep, soul-shaking lunge, Gorvasha saw the evidence of his conquest: thick, pearly ribbons of semen were leaking out of Cassandra’s gaping, swollen entrance, dripping down her thighs and onto the stone, a testament to the sheer volume of his seed.
A heat, hotter and more intense than anything Gorvasha had ever felt, ignited in her own core. Her breath hitched, her own thighs trembling as she watched the Queen of the Underlayer being utterly dismantled.
"Cassandra..." Gorvasha whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and overwhelming arousal.
She crawled closer, her eyes wide and glazed with a sudden, infectious madness. "Look at you... look at what he’s doing to you..."
Gorvasha leaned in, her gaze fixed on the dripping, pulsing mess of Cassandra’s sex. "Don’t fight it anymore!"
"Why struggle against the god? Why fight the tide? Just give in! Become his! Become his bitch, just like me!"
Gorvasha’s voice rose to a fever pitch of desperate encouragement. "You’re already his!"
"Look at you! You’re his toy, his vessel, his beautiful, broken bitch! Just let him fill you until there’s nothing left but his name!"
Cassandra couldn’t even respond with words. She could only let out a long, strangled, ecstatic wail as Rex delivered a thrust so deep and so powerful that it felt as if he had reached her very heart.
Her eyes rolled back, her body went rigid, and her demonic pussy clamped down on him in a violent, world-ending orgasm, her internal walls milking him with a desperate, starving hunger. She was no longer a queen; she was a slave to the rhythm, a slave to the man, and as Gorvasha’s words echoed in her mind, she realized with a terrifying, blissful clarity that she had never been more alive.
"Don’t worry... I’ll make sure to get her pussy full!"
