Amelia didnât wait for him to respond to her confession. She took his love as a mandate and began to move.
She rose up on her knees, her hands planted firmly on his muscular chest for leverage, and began to ride him with a frantic, unhinged energy. Her hips moved in a heavy, grinding circle, her wet pussy clenching around his massive shaft with every downward plunge.
As the friction built, the mask of the composed priestess completely shattered. Her head tossed back, her eyes rolled into her head, and her mouth hung open in a silent, ecstatic scream.
Her face was a masterpiece of pure, unadulterated lewdness, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and a look of such intense, primal pleasure that it was almost indecent. "Ahhnn~! Hahhh~! Mraaghhnnn~!"
Rex watched her, his eyes dark and predatory. Instead of being moved by her beauty, he felt a surge of arrogant dominance.
He let out a derisive, mocking snort. "Isnât it disrespectful to show that orgasm face, this face, to your god?"
"Mrahhnn... haannnn... sorry..."
"Look at you," he badmouthed, his voice a low, cruel rumble. "Look at that disgusting, shameless face."
"You look like a common street walker, Amelia," Rex laughed. "A high and mighty priestess, reduced to a panting, drooling slut just because a man is inside her."
"Is this what your Goddess would say? âLook at my most holy servant, making the most pathetic faces for a manâs cockâ?"
Amelia didnât care. The insults were like fuel to her fire. Every cruel word he spoke only made her feel more seen, more known.
"Yes!" she gasped, her hips slamming down harder. "Yes, Master! Call me a slut! Call me anything! Just donât stop!"
"Youâre enjoying this too much, you unfaithful slut!"
"Ugghhh... mmmmnnnnahhhh...."
Rex decided it was time to turn her pleasure into a lesson in submission. He reached up, his massive hands clamping onto her hips like iron shackles.
"Iâve got to punish you by rubbing against your cervix!" He didnât just hold her; he began to drive her down, using his immense strength to force her hips crashing against his with a brutal, rhythmic violence.
"If you love being a slut so much, then letâs see how much you can actually take!" he growled.
He slammed her down with such force that she felt his cock hit the very base of her womb, stretching her internal organs to their absolute limit. It was a sensation of being filled to the point of breaking, a deep, heavy ache that felt like he was reaching into her very soul.
"I know how much you start drooling from both of your mouths when I do this!" Rex taunted, his grip tightening until his fingers left red marks on her skin. "Youâre taking it like a greedy little bitch!"
"Iâm going to punish you for that greed more and more...!" Rex laughed. "Wait... no... I have a better way!"
"Iâm going to fuck the âholinessâ right out of YOUUU!!!"
The sheer intensity of the impact, combined with his verbal degradation, pushed Amelia past the point of no return. She didnât pull back; instead, she doubled her efforts.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
She began to bounce on him with a desperate, violent ferocity, her muscles straining, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps. She wanted to prove her worth, to show him that she could handle the full weight of his "punishment."
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Watch me, Master!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Watch your worshipper! Watch how much she loves the pain!"
As she slammed herself down one last time, a sensation like a dam breaking erupted deep within her. Her entire body went rigid, her back arching so violently that it looked as though she might snap.
"HAH~! UHN~! HOOGHH~!" Her eyes flew wide, and a guttural, high-pitched keen tore from her throat.
"Youâre starting to thrust faster, can you tell?" Rex smirked. "So lewd! And so fucking disgusting for a priestess who had a husband and a son thatâs going to be a hero."
Rex spanks her ass. "Go ahead and cum now, you bitch!"
SPANNKKKK!
"IâM CUMMING...! AHHN~! I-IâM CUMMINGGGHHHHHHH~!"
Suddenly, a torrential spray of clear, hot fluid erupted from her, a massive squirt that drenched Rexâs stomach and the sheets beneath them. She was pulsing, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic, violent spasms as the liquid flooded out of her, a physical manifestation of her total, overwhelming surrender.
"OHHHNNNN~! HAAHHHHHHHNNN~!"
SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~!
She collapsed against his chest, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face buried in the crook of his neck, completely spent and utterly conquered. She had not just reached a climax; she had been washed clean of everything she used to be.
Amelia lay there for a moment, her body trembling from the sheer force of her squirt, her breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps.
She thought the ordeal was over, that she could finally melt into the pillows in a state of blissful exhaustion. But Rex was far from finished with his prize.
SLAP!
A sharp, stinging crack echoed through the room as Rexâs massive palm collided with her soaking wet, sensitive buttock. Amelia let out a startled, high-pitched yelp, her body jolting on his cock.
"Donât you dare think youâre done, you greedy slut," Rex growled, his voice thick with a new, even more intense hunger.
SLAP!
He struck her again, harder this time, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and authoritative. "You donât get to rest until I say youâre finished."
"Get your plump ass back up! And continue riding me to show the faithful worshipper you are towards me!"
Instead of the exhaustion she expected, the sting of the spankings sent a fresh, electric jolt of arousal straight to her core. Her clitoris, already swollen and sensitive, throbbed with a renewed, frantic need.
As she forced herself back up, her face didnât look tired; it looked more depraved than ever. Her eyes were glazed with a dark, hungry madness, and her lips were pulled back in a dazed, lewd grin that screamed of a woman who had been completely broken and rebuilt by lust.
"Yes, Master... more... please, more!" she whimpered, her hips beginning to grind against him again.
Rex reached up, his hand cupping the back of her head, pulling her face down to his.
"Kiss me," he commanded, his eyes burning into hers. "Show me that youâre still my worshipper even when youâre drowning in your own filth."
Amelia leaned down, her mouth crashing against his in a desperate, messy kiss. As they locked lips, she began to pick up the pace.
She wasnât just riding him anymore; she was attacking him with her hips. She moved faster and faster, and the wet, slapping sound of their bodies meeting became a frantic, rhythmic percussion.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Rex felt the pressure building in his loins like a volcanic eruption. He was right on the edge, his entire body tensing as he felt the familiar, heavy throb of his impending climax.
But this time, there was a crucial difference. He wasnât going to tease her. He wasnât going to edge her out and leave her begging for the finish like he had the last time.
He wanted to feel her womb stretch around his seed. He wanted to claim her most intimate depths.
"Faster, Amelia! Harder!" he roared against her lips, his hands moving from her head to her waist, helping her drive herself down with punishing force.
Amelia heard the command and responded with a primal ferocity. She was a woman possessed, her movements becoming a blur of tanned skin and flying hair.
She was slamming herself down onto him, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his massive shaft with every violent thrust. She was pushing herself to the absolute limit, her internal muscles working overtime to milk him, to pull every last drop of his essence into her.
She could feel him thickening inside her, the head of his cock thudding against her cervix with every downward plunge, hitting that deep, sacred spot that made her entire world spin.
She knew he was close. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his muscles were turning to stone beneath her.
"Give it to me!" she screamed into his mouth, her voice a beautiful, unholy howl of desire. "Fill me, Master! Fill my womb with your seed!"
"Donât hold back~! Destroy me~!"