Chapter 956. She’s Still Lying... I Can Tell That He’s Going To Forget Veylor**
Minutes bled into hours, the passage of time marked only by the sweat slicking their bodies and the increasingly frenzied rhythm of their collision. The room smelled of musk, salt, and the undeniable evidence of their prolonged exertion.
The initial desperation had evolved into something more primal, a relentless, grinding marathon of sensation.
Iris was no longer the composed assassin; she was a creature of pure instinct. Straddling Rex, her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his hips, she rode him with a ferocious intensity.
Her head was thrown back, black hair plastered to her forehead as she moved in desperate, circular motions, seeking friction against the massive length that filled her to the point of aching.
Each downward thrust sent a shockwave through her spine, and each upward slide felt like it was peeling away another layer of her sanity.
"Fuck... fuck, yes!" Rex roared from beneath her.
His hands were locked around her waist like iron manacles, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh above her hips as he bucked upward to meet every one of her descents. "That’s the spot, you fucking bunny bitch!"
"Right there! Fuck, Iris, you feel incredible!"
The crude epithet would have stung her hours ago, but now it served as fuel. Every obscene word he hurled at her only intensified the pleasure.
Iris couldn’t answer him properly; she could barely breathe. Her climaxes had become frequent, involuntary spasms that left her vision swimming.
Every time she reached the peak, her body would convulse so violently that she would squirt uncontrollably, the wetness pooling beneath them on the sheets.
"Aaaah! Nnngh! Rex... Rex, please... oh god, I can’t—" she screamed, her voice cracking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Her hips moved with a mind of their own, shaking with such force that her entire frame trembled.
Rex watched her through hooded, bloodshot eyes, a grin of pure satisfaction splitting his face despite the exhaustion etched into his features.
"What’s up with you today, Iris?" he panted, his voice thick with lust. "You’re unusually assertive."
"Look at you... just trying to fucking destroy me," Rex laughed. "And I can see by the look of how you’re shaking those hips."
Iris let out a broken, wet moan, her eyes rolling back as she tried to regain some semblance of control.
"Not... not really...!" she managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. "I just... I need to... I need to get this over with."
"I have to go... I have to talk to Veylor... I need to say my farewell."
The admission brought a momentary lull in the movement, a brief pause where the only sound was their synchronized, labored breathing. Rex’s grin faltered slightly, replaced by something darker and more knowing.
"Oh, yeah?" Rex let out a rough, mocking laugh that reverberated in the small space. "That goodbye is going to happen after the sex, right?"
"You think you’re walking out of here with some peaceful closure?"
"You think you’re leaving this room feeling light?" He tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her down harder onto his cock. "You’re not leaving until I’ve taken every last bit of tension out of you."
He leaned up, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her lips. "Today’s the last day your debt gets paid, Iris."
"After tonight, there are no more excuses... No more ’unfinished business.’"
The words hit her harder than any physical blow. A sudden, sharp pang of longing pierced through the haze of her arousal, a profound sadness that settled in her chest like lead.
This was the end of something. The last thread connecting her to this specific kind of chaos, this specific connection with him, was about to be severed by the reality of what was to come next.
She felt a tear escape, tracking through the sweat on her cheek.
"Rex..." she whispered, the name a plea.
"Don’t get sentimental on me now," he growled, though his eyes flickered with something unreadable. "We’re not done."
With sudden, explosive strength, Rex grabbed her by the waist and flipped her. Iris let out a startled cry as she was pressed face down into the mattress, her ass thrust high in the air.
The sudden change in position made her cunt gape open, already dripping and swollen from hours of friction.
"Okay then," Rex muttered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, gravelly register as he positioned himself at her entrance. "If you’re in such a hurry to go be a martyr, then I’ve got to make sure I fuck the absolute hell outta you now so I have no regrets when you walk out that door."
He drove into her in one devastating thrust, bottoming out so hard her hips slammed against his pelvis with a wet thwack.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Iris’s scream tore through the quiet of the academy, raw and unfiltered. "Yes! Fuck!"
"Yes, Rex! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The rhythm turned violent again, each thrust a brutal reclamation. The sound of their bodies colliding, the wet slaps, the creak of the bed, and the guttural grunts of effort filled the room as Rex began to systematically dismantle what was left of her composure, determined to leave her utterly spent.
...
Rex took control with the merciless efficiency of a predator who had decided that mercy was no longer an option. He flipped her back onto her spine, pinning her wrists above her head with one massive hand, while his other hand braced against the mattress, driving his hips forward with bone-jarring force.
Each thrust was a sledgehammer blow to her core, sending shockwaves that rattled her teeth and left her gasping for air she couldn’t seem to catch.
"Oh god, Rex! Aaaah! No, wait—" Iris’s voice broke into a high-pitched keening as her body betrayed her yet again.
The muscles between her thighs were already twitching uncontrollably, slick with a constant stream of arousal that made every slide of his cock sound like a wet slap echoing against the stone walls.
"I’m... I’m cumming again...! Nnngh! I can’t stop...! I’m already cumming!"
The orgasm hit her like a physical assault, her back arching off the bed as her cunt clamped around him in desperate, milking spasms. Her vision blurred into white static, her hips bucking involuntarily as she tried to ride out the wave of sensation.
"Too bad!" Rex roared, his voice thick with a primal, unhinged lust.
He didn’t slow down; if anything, he accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more punishing. "Too fucking bad, Iris! This is the end!"
"You’ve been lying to yourself for days, but you can’t lie to your pussy anymore, can you?!" Rex laughed. "Look at you! Look how you’re taking it!"
He leaned down, his chest crushing against her sensitive breasts, his sweat dripping onto her heated skin.
"This is the truth of you," he growled against her ear. "This is the only real thing you’ve felt since Veylor died."
Iris could only whimper, her mouth hanging open as another climax began to build before the first had even fully subsided. She was trapped in a feedback loop of pleasure and pain, her nerves fried, her mind dissolving into a haze of pure sensation.
Rex suddenly pulled back slightly, though his hips continued to grind against her swollen entrance.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous, demanding growl. "Tell me how it feels..."
"Don’t give me that noble assassin bullshit... Tell me what this feels like when I’m breaking you open."
Iris froze. The question pierced through the fog of her arousal like a cold blade.
Her mind raced; she wanted to tell him it felt like salvation, that it felt like being alive again, that she wanted to drown in him, but the shame, the old, ingrained discipline of the soldier, rose up like a barrier.
She clamped her jaw shut, her eyes squeezing closed as she refused to voice the vulnerability he was demanding. She remained silent, her only response a broken, shuddering breath.
Rex’s reaction was immediate and furious.
"Don’t you dare shut me out now!" he snarled. "Not after everything you asked for!"
The fury in his voice was matched by the violence in his movements. He began to fuck her with a renewed, terrifying ferocity.
Each thrust sounded like a crack of thunder in the small room: thwack, thwack, thwack as he drove himself into her with enough force to make the entire bed frame groan in protest. He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was trying to punish the silence out of her.
"Speak up properly!" he bellowed, his hips slamming against hers with enough force to bruise bone. "Quit mumbling like some broken doll and tell me what you’re feeling!"
"Say it! Say you want this! Say you want me to destroy you!"
"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Iris screamed, the sound tearing from her lungs as the sheer physical intensity of his rage-fueled thrusts pushed her past the breaking point.
The pain and pleasure were indistinguishable now, a searing heat that consumed her entire being. The force of his cock hitting her cervix felt like it was rearranging her insides.
"I’m sorry! I’m sorry!" she sobbed between ragged, hysterical gasps, the words tumbling out as she finally broke. "I’m sorry, Rex!"
"Please... please...! It feels... it feels like everything!" Iris screamed. "It feels like I’m finally real...!"
"Just don’t stop... don’t stop fucking me like this!!!"
The admission seemed to satisfy something dark in him. His breathing became more labored, his muscles corded with effort as he prepared for the final assault.
"That’s better," he rasped, his grip on her wrists tightening until it hurt. "Now stay awake for it."
"Stay awake for the end."