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!"
