Chapter 921. She Was Being Too Loud About My Massive Weapon! And Everyone’ll Hear!**
But even through the pillow, even through the layers of fabric, he could still hear them. In his mind’s eye, he could still see Rex’s hands on her neck and hear the wet, rhythmic grinding that spoke of a pleasure so intense it had destroyed her.
He curled into a fetal position, rocking slightly, trying to drown out the phantom sounds of her screaming Rex’s name, praying for a morning that would never feel the same again.
Rex felt the subtle shift in the air when Theo retreated. Through the thin walls and the heavy door, he could sense the frantic footsteps and the distant slam of a bedroom door.
A cruel, knowing smirk spread across his face as he maintained his punishing rhythm, feeling Diana’s hips buck upward instinctively as he drove deeper.
"Your little friend ran away, Diana," Rex whispered against her ear, his breath hot and demanding.
His hips didn’t slow down; they maintained that relentless, grinding pace that kept her on the edge of oblivion. "He couldn’t handle seeing what a real man does to you."
Diana could barely form words, her brain swimming in a haze of dopamine and exhaustion. "Nnnngh... Rex... he’s gone... nobody matters... just you..."
She clawed at his shoulders again, her nails leaving fresh red marks. "Please... fuck me harder... make me forget he ever existed..."
Rex’s eyes darkened with a more sinister intent. He wasn’t satisfied with just breaking Theo; he wanted to establish dominance over the entire household.
He wanted to make sure that when Aurelia and Iris eventually walked past this door when they inevitably heard the sounds of Diana’s complete corruption, they would understand exactly what kind of power he wielded. He wanted their fear to be laced with an involuntary, shameful arousal.
"I want you to scream louder, Diana," Rex commanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous register. "I want you to tell everyone exactly what I’m doing to you."
"I want Theo to hear it through his pillow..."
"I want Aurelia and Iris to hear it through the walls."
"I want them to know what this cock feels like."
Diana’s eyes snapped open, glazed but focused on his predatory expression. The idea of being exposed, of having her deepest, filthiest desires broadcast to the entire house, sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her spine.
"You want me to tell them?" she gasped, her voice already hoarse. "You want them to know?"
"Tell them," Rex growled, slamming his hips forward with enough force to make the mattress springs shriek in protest. "Tell them how massive I am!"
"Tell them how you’re begging for it."
Diana took a ragged breath, drawing air into her lungs as she prepared to unleash her surrender.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, the sound tearing through the quiet of the hallway. "HEAR ME! EVERYONE, HEAR ME!"
"OH GOD, REX!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking with raw need. "HIS COCK IS SO HUGE!"
"IT’S FUCKING MASSIVE! IT’S STRETCHING ME OPEN! IT’S GRINDING INTO MY VERY SOUL!"
The wet, obscene sounds of their mating intensified: slap, squelch, thrust as Rex accelerated his pace to match her volume.
"I LOVE IT!" Diana wailed, her body convulsing in waves of involuntary pleasure. "I LOVE FEELING HIM INSIDE ME!"
"I LOVE HOW BIG HE IS! FUCK ME, REX!"
"FUCK ME UNTIL EVERYONE KNOWS I’M YOURS!"
"FUCK ME UNTIL THEY WANT IT TOO!"
Rex’s smile was something demonic, a predator who had successfully poisoned the well. He listened to the echoes of her words as they traveled through the vents and under the doors.
He imagined Aurelia’s shock and Iris’s trembling curiosity. He imagined their faces when he eventually turned that same relentless, overwhelming force on them.
The thought of expanding his conquest made his cock throb with renewed vigor.
"That’s it, princess," Rex hissed, his voice dripping with malice and triumph. "Let them hear how much you worship this cock."
"Let them know what’s coming for them next."
He leaned down, biting her earlobe hard enough to sting, while his hips continued their devastating assault. Diana’s screams became a continuous stream of filthy, desperate praise, each word a testament to her complete loss of self.
She was no longer a woman; she was a vessel for Rex’s pleasure, broadcasting her degradation to anyone within earshot.
Inside his room, Theo pressed the pillow harder against his skull, but the words were like acid, seeping through the fabric.
’Massive... stretching me... love it...’
The vulgarity of her confessions, delivered with such ecstatic conviction, made him feel physically ill. He could hear the rhythmic thud and squelch of Rex’s hips, a sound that seemed to grow louder and more threatening with every passing second, as if the very walls were complicit in Diana’s ruin.
Rex felt the familiar, volcanic pressure building at the base of his spine. His muscles coiled like steel springs, his entire body tensing as he reached the absolute precipice of climax.
He drove himself into Diana one last time, burying his cock as deep as humanly possible, bottoming out against her cervix with a force that made her entire body convulse in a silent, wide eyed shock.
"Here it comes, Diana " Rex growled through gritted teeth, his voice vibrating with raw power. "Take it all! Take every fucking drop!"
Then, he exploded.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
A guttural, animalistic roar ripped from Rex’s throat as his climax took hold. His hips bucked uncontrollably, hammering against Diana’s pelvis in rapid, violent spasms.
Inside her, the sensation was overwhelming a torrential flood of hot, thick cum that seemed endless. Diana’s eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her own climax crashed into hers, her inner walls clamping down on him in desperate, milking spasms.
The volume of his release was obscene. As Rex continued to pump his seed into her, the pressure within her womb became too much for her body to contain.
Even as his cock remained buried deep inside her, the excess began to overflow. Thick, white ropes of cum started to bubble and spill out from around the base of his cock, cascading down her thighs and soaking the mattress in a messy, glistening trail.
The sound was wet and obscene splat, drip, squelch as the overflow escaped her body, unable to hold the sheer amount he was forcing into her.
Rex held himself there for several long minutes, panting heavily, letting the aftershocks of his climax subside while still pinned against her. Diana’s body gradually went limp beneath him.
Her breathing slowed from ragged gasps to shallow, exhausted puffs. The light had completely left her eyes; she had been pushed past the point of consciousness, knocked out by the sheer sensory overload of his climax.
She lay there like a broken doll, sweat slicked and spent.
"Fuck... that was some good shit," Rex muttered hoarsely, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Slowly, deliberately, he began to withdraw. The sound was revolting a wet, sucking noise as his massive cock slid out of her swollen, dripping folds.
Sssssshhlluuuuck.
As he pulled away, a fresh wave of cum spilled out of her pussy, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Rex sat back on his heels, his cock still standing tall, throbbing and slick with a mixture of his seed and her arousal. He looked down at Diana’s unconscious face, a dark, possessive smile tugging at his lips.
He leaned forward, hovering just inches from her cheek, the tip of his still massive, dripping cock brushing against her parted lips.
"Rest while you can, princess," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise. "Because when you wake up, we’re doing it all over again."
But he wasn’t done with his game. His eyes flickered toward the door, toward the wall where he knew Theo was hiding.
He knew the boy was still there, paralyzed by fear, clinging to the delusion that this was all a nightmare.
Rex stood up, the movement slow and deliberate. He grabbed a hand mirror from the nightstand and positioned himself.
With the cruel precision of a sadist, he angled the mirror toward the door, specifically toward the keyhole where he knew Theo would be peeking.
Through the mirror’s reflection, he ensured that the view was unmistakable. He positioned his cock still massive, still glistening with saliva and cum, veins standing out in stark relief directly in the line of sight.
He wanted Theo to see the evidence. He wanted him to see the wetness, the size, the undeniable proof of what had just been done to the woman he loved.
"Still think it’s a dream, Theo?" Rex mouthed silently at the door, his eyes cold and mocking. "Look at it..."
"Look at what she wants..."
"Look at what’s real."