Rex's thrusts became seismic, each one driving Iris's body further into the mattress as if he were trying to punch through her and into the bed beneath. His eyes locked onto Veylor's crumbling form with a predatory hunger that promised something far worse than death.
The air in the room seemed to thicken with the scent of arousal and malice.
"You think this is the end, Veylor?" Rex roared, his voice carrying the unnatural resonance of Tremor's power. "You think you've seen the worst of what I can do to your precious little world?"
He delivered three rapid-fire thrusts, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, that made Iris's eyes roll so far back only the whites showed. "Right now, in this very moment, I am going to fuck Iris so hard, so deep, that her body has no choice but to accept what I give her."
"I'm going to fuck her until she's swollen with my seed..."
"I'm going to make her pregnant with my legacy while you watch every single drop hit her womb!"
