Chapter 384: 384. Rough Play Is Now Her Favorite~! The Manipulation Totally Worked**

While Rex dominated her upper body, Nerith’s hands were busy performing her own act of worship. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, pulsing circumference of his cock, her palm sliding up and down the velvet-smooth, vein-corded length.

She stroked him with a frantic, desperate speed, her touch light enough to tease but firm enough to feel the incredible heat radiating from him. ’His cock keeps getting harder and harder... it even surpassed the thickness and hardness of a tree.’

Every time her hand slid toward the flared, weeping head of his member, a fresh wave of trembling pleasure wracked her body. She was working him with a singular purpose, which was to drive him to the edge, to prepare him for the inevitable, brutal invasion of her body.

’But I think... this is going to be impossible... Talyra and Aisella can’t make him cum or feel defeated... he’s really a beast at this kind of thing.’

The sound in the room was a symphony of sin, with the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding; the heavy, rhythmic thud of Rex’s hands on her ass; and the desperate, needy sounds of their breathing.

Just inches away, through the thin wooden partition, Apollo lay in peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware that the woman he loved was currently being gripped, kissed, and handled like a common, lustful prize by a man who was preparing to turn her world upside down.

The frantic rhythm of their kissing slowed, but the intensity did not fade; it merely transformed into a heavy, suffocating stillness. They broke apart, their breaths mingling in the dim lamplight, their chests heaving in unison.

For a long moment, they simply stared at one another, their eyes locked in a silent, primal dialogue.

"Rex... I love you... I love you... I love you so much...!"

"I know."

As Rex gazed down at her, his expression shifted. The playful smirk vanished, replaced by a dark, predatory hunger with a look of pure, unadulterated dominance.

It was the exact expression from her nightmares, the one that had haunted her mind. It was the look of the man who didn’t ask but took and the man who didn’t court but conquered.

Nerith felt a shiver of terror race down her spine, but it wasn’t the terror of fear. It was the terror of anticipation. In her dreams, that look preceded a beautiful, violent destruction.

She remembered the phantom pain of his imagined thrusts, the way he had torn through her defenses. But looking at him now, in the waking world, she realized she didn’t want to run. She didn’t want to hide behind her druidic dignity.

She wanted the nightmare to become her reality.

"You remember, don’t you?" Rex growled, his voice dropping to a low, menacing rasp that vibrated in the small room. "You remember the man from your dreams."

"Well, you’re lucky that he’s here, Nerith," Rex laughed. "And he isn’t going to be gentle."

"He’s going to be brutal, and he’s going to ruin you until you can’t even remember how to stand!"

"This is... the real ME!"

A shuddering gasp escaped her lips, her eyes still shimmering with those pulsating heart symbols, widening in ecstasy. "Yes..."

"Please..." she whispered, her voice a ragged plea. "Just do it... Rex... don’t be kind." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Be the monster who breaks me by taking everything that I have!"

Rex didn’t waste another second. He reached out, his large hands lacing into her hair, his fingers curling tight against her scalp. With a sudden, powerful movement, he spun her around, pinning her body against the very plank wall that separated them from Apollo.

"Ahhhnn~!"

Nerith’s cheek pressed against the cool wood, her body arched as Rex pressed his massive, hard frame against her back. She could feel the heat of him, the sheer, unyielding mass of his chest against her spine.

"Yes... I love this position..." She was mere inches from the barrier that led to Apollo’s bed, the proximity making her heart hammer against her ribs like a trapped bird. "Please use me~!"

"Hold on tight," Rex commanded.

He positioned the broad, weeping head of his cock at her entrance. He didn’t tease her, and he didn’t build the tension with slow strokes. He went right away by driving forward with a single, heavy, unstoppable thrust.

"AHHHH—!" The sound was caught in her throat as he forced his way past her resistance.

The sensation was a violent, stretching fullness that seemed to split her in two. She felt the unmistakable pop of her hymen yielding to his massive girth, the sudden, sharp sting of her virginity being claimed.

"I love it~! I love that my virginity is still there for you only, Rex~!" Nerith said with a smile. "Don’t hold me... I didn’t feel hurt at all—~! Ahhhnnnn~!"

A few drops of bright, crimson blood welled up, mingling with her nectar and trickling down her inner thighs, a sacred offering to his dominance.

But there was no agony, only a profound, overwhelming sense of completion. Because she had already felt the phantom versions of this pain in her dreams, the actual sensation felt like a homecoming.

The sting was eclipsed by the sheer, staggering pleasure of being filled so completely, so forcefully. "Ohhhnn~! Yesshhhh~!"

As he settled deep inside her, his hips grinding against her back, Nerith let out a long, shaky moan that was half-sob, half-ecstasy. She pressed her forehead against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut, her body trembling as she accepted the beautiful, bloody reality of being Rex’s woman, right next to the man who would never truly know her.

"Ahhhnnn~! Haahhhh... hahhhh... I didn’t know that sex can feel this good~!"

The moment Rex seated himself fully within her, the dam broke. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, so he began to pound into her with a savage, rhythmic violence that made the very wall between her and Apollo vibrate.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Each thrust was a thunderclap, a heavy, meaty slap of his pelvis against her backside that echoed in the small, cramped room.

"Aaah! Nngh! Haaah—!" Nerith’s cries were frantic, her voice rising in pitch with every lunge. "Yes~! Fuck me~! Fuck meeeeeeeggghhhh~!"

Rex was relentless. He wasn’t just fucking her, but he was colonizing her. He reached up, his large hands finding her pointed, delicate elven ears.

He didn’t just touch them, but he gripped them firmly like handlebars, tugging her head back so her throat was exposed and her spine was arched at a punishing angle.

"If you want it harder, then scream for me, Nerith!" Rex commanded, his voice a dark, authoritative growl as he drove himself deep enough to hit her cervix. "Don’t you dare hold back!"

"Let him hear you! Let him know exactly what’s happening on the other side of this damn wall!"

"OHHHHH~! GGGGHHH~! REX! REX!" she wailed, her voice cracking with a mix of desperation and pure, unadulterated joy. "YES! HARDER! PLEASE, MASTER, HARDER!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

As he hammered into her, Rex noticed the incredible, supernatural reaction of her druidic biology. As her pleasure peaked, her skin didn’t just flush, but it began to emit a faint, ethereal golden glow, a bioluminescent response to the intense stimulation of her magical essence.

Even more mesmerizing was the way her body reacted to his touch—wherever his hands gripped her, tiny, translucent-white flower buds sprouted momentarily from her skin, only to dissolve into shimmering dust as he moved, a physical manifestation of her ecstasy.

"Hohhhh...? Is this a sign that you’re climaxing nonstop?" Rex laughed. "That’s fucking interesting."

"And the more I fuck different women, the more I see the uniqueness," Rex chuckled darkly, his eyes roaming over her glowing, trembling form. "A literal druid of the forest, fucking like a common slut against a wooden wall."

"Your energy magic is leaking out of you with every thrust!"

He pulled on her ears harder, tilting her head back so he could bite at the sensitive junction of her neck and shoulder. "Is this better than the dreams, Nerith?!"

"Is the real thing better than me, who raped you so hard until you turned to be like this, hah!?"

"YESSSHHH~! AHHHHHNNNN~! IT’S... IT’S SO MUCH MORE INTENSEEEEGGGH~!!!" she screamed, her hips bucking wildly against him, trying to meet every brutal thrust. "THE DREAMS WERE NOTHING~!!!"

"YOU’RE REALLLL! YOU’RE HARDER THAN ANY TREE~!!!"

"OH MOTHER NATURE, REX, YOU’RE TEARING ME APART~!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The rhythm became frenetic, a blur of sweat, skin, and the scent of blooming jasmine and musk. Rex was a machine of pure lust, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and much more violent.

He was pounding her so hard that her entire body was being tossed against the wall, her breasts bouncing wildly, her glowing skin casting dancing shadows against the ceiling.

"NGHHHH! AHN~! AHN~! HAAAH~! REX! RRRGH~!" Nerith’s voice was a continuous stream of incoherent, melodic moans.

She was lost in the sensation of being colonized, of her very essence being stirred by his brute force. Every time he bottomed out, her elven ears twitched violently in his grasp, and her magical aura flared brightly, lighting up the room in a pulsing, golden rhythm that matched the frantic beating of their hearts.

’I don’t regret it... this is true happiness... and I’m so happy to do it with someone that knows how to protect me...’

’He’s always there for me... that’s why... I want to give all of me to him so that he can protect me more...’