Chapter 1002. It’s The Last Night For Us... Better Make Sure We Go Wild!**

Chapter 1002: 1002. It’s The Last Night For Us... Better Make Sure We Go Wild!**

The room fell silent except for their ragged breathing. Aurelia collapsed off the sofa, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. Her head hung low, her hair matted with sweat, her face twisted in a fucked-up expression of shame, exhaustion, and lingering arousal.

She looked like a broken doll.

Rex, still standing over her, didn’t show any remorse. His cock, still thick and dripping, hovered inches from her face.

Without being asked, Aurelia leaned forward. Her instincts or perhaps her broken spirit took over.

She began to use her tongue, methodically cleaning every drop of semen from his cock, her movements slow and mechanical.

Rex let out a dark, triumphant laugh that echoed off the living room walls.

"That was some good shit, Aurelia," he mocked, looking down at her with contemptuous satisfaction. "Fucking you right in front of your useless son."

"That’s what I call real entertainment."

He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair to tilt her head back so he could look into her hollow eyes. "That was a close one, too."

"Imagine if he found out his precious mommy was banging the guy who ruined his fucking life."

"I bet he’d be scarred for life... to the point he’d kill himself."

Aurelia didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Her mind was a dark, empty void where guilt had finally calcified into despair.

’And so, I betrayed my family once again,’ she thought as she continued to lick the salt and seed from his skin. ’I’ve destroyed the one thing I had left.’

’I am no longer a mother.’

’I am no longer a wife.’

’I am nothing but a vessel for his cruelty.’

...

In the kitchen, the refrigerator hummed with a mechanical indifference that contrasted sharply with the charged atmosphere in the living room. Theo stood before the open fridge, the cold light spilling across his face as he grabbed a container of sliced fruit and some crackers.

His movements were automatic, his mind still buzzing from the adrenaline of his training session.

He bit into an apple, but it tasted like ash in his mouth. A strange, gnawing sensation began to settle in his gut, a cold, instinctive unease that he couldn’t quite name.

’Something feels wrong,’ he thought, chewing slowly. ’Mother said she was working out, but why did she sound so... panicked?’

’And why did she sound like she was in pain?’

He leaned against the counter, staring blankly at the linoleum floor. His mind wandered back to the training grounds. Rex had finished his lessons with startling speed today.

Usually, the man lingered, offering cryptic advice or just occupying space with that oppressive, heavy presence he always carried. But today, he had been gone before the session was even halfway through.

He had vanished like a ghost, leaving Theo with nothing but questions.

’Maybe I’m just imagining things,’ Theo told himself, forcing a swallow. ’I’m tired, and my body is sore from training.’

’That’s all it is.’

He tried to push the thought away, deliberately focusing on the texture of the crackers. He needed to stay positive.

His mother had given him her word that everything was fine. She had forgiven Rex, and if she could move past the cruelty and the manipulation that had torn their lives apart, then surely he could too.

He wanted to believe in redemption. He wanted to believe that the Nightwing family could return to some semblance of normalcy, free from the shadows of the past.

’I won’t think about him,’ Theo promised himself, clenching his fists. Rex is gone. ’I better make sure to not mess with him again.’

’I’ll just focus on my training, on being stronger, on protecting what’s left of this family.’

But as he sat at the kitchen table, the silence of the house felt too heavy. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo unnaturally loud.

...

Back in the living room, oblivious to Theo’s internal struggle, the air was still thick with the musky, metallic scent of sex and sweat.

Aurelia remained on the floor, her body limp, her fingers still trembling against Rex’s thigh. The sounds of her earlier climax still seemed to reverberate in the walls, the wet, desperate noises of a woman who had surrendered everything.

PLOP. DRIP.

A single droplet of semen fell from Aurelia’s chin onto the carpet, a tiny, damning stain on the sacred floor of the Nightwing legacy.

Rex looked down at her, his satisfaction absolute. He didn’t see a woman; he saw a conquered territory.

He saw a tool he could use to break the last of the family’s spirit.

"You know," Rex said quietly, his voice carrying a cruel edge that cut through the silence, "you’re much better at this than you are at being a mother, Aurelia."

"Maybe we should make this a regular routine... Right before dinner."

Aurelia’s only response was a broken, shuddering breath. She didn’t look up.

She couldn’t. The weight of her betrayal was heavier than the physical exhaustion ravaging her limbs.

’I’m lying to him every day,’ she thought, the words looping in her mind like a funeral dirge. ’Every smile I give him, every "I love you" I say, is built on this filth.’

’I am poisoning him without him even knowing it.’

...

The next evening, the atmosphere in Aurelia’s bedroom was thick with a different kind of tension, one charged with both finality and desperation. The shadows stretched long across the walls as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the room bathed in a dim, amber glow.

Rex leaned against the bedpost, watching Aurelia as she brushed her hair.

"Tonight’s our last night, huh?" he said, his voice carrying a mock sentimental tone that didn’t reach his cold eyes. "I’m sure gonna miss you, Aurelia."

"Who else is going to take this kind of punishment?"

Aurelia stopped mid-stroke, her reflection in the mirror showing lips pressed into a thin, bitter line.

"Hmph!" she scoffed, tossing the brush aside with more force than necessary. "Don’t flatter yourself."

"I can’t wait to be rid of you."

"Once you’re gone, this house might actually feel clean again."

Rex didn’t seem offended; if anything, her defiance only seemed to excite him more.

"Where’s Theo?" he asked, his eyes scanning the darkened hallway visible through the cracked bedroom door.

"He’s already sleeping," Aurelia answered flatly, turning to face him. "He had a long day of training."

"He won’t be waking up for anything short of an earthquake."

Rex let out a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver down Aurelia’s spine, a shiver that was half fear and half anticipation.

"In that case," he purred, stepping closer until he was looming over her, "we should be perfectly fine to go as hard as we want."

"No need to whisper, no need to hold back."

His hands reached out, finding the swell of her breasts. He gripped her massive tits with bruising force, squeezing them until the flesh spilled between his fingers.

"This is my last time with you, so I’m seriously not holding back."

"Get ready, babe."

...

The transformation from conversation to carnality was instantaneous. Clothes were discarded in a frantic heap on the floor, silk tearing, buttons popping.

Within minutes, they were both bare, their bodies slick with a preemptive sweat.

Aurelia lay back on the bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Driven by a twisted need to prove she could still handle him even as she hated him, she grabbed her own thighs.

She pulled them wide apart, stretching herself open, exposing her swollen, glistening pussy to the cool air and his hungry gaze. Her cunt was already weeping, the pink folds quivering in invitation.

Rex crawled over her like a predator. He didn’t thrust immediately. Instead, he hovered over her, his massive, throbbing cock pressing against her entrance without entering.

He began to tease her, sliding the broad, hot head of his cock along her slit, smearing her own arousal across her sensitive clit.

Slop... schlick... schlick...

"Nnngh... ahh..." Aurelia’s hips bucked involuntarily. The friction was maddening, the tip of him teasing the very opening she was desperate to fill.

"H-hey," she gasped, her fingers digging into the bedsheets as her back arched. "Quit teasing already... fuck, Rex, just... put it in!"

Rex grinned wickedly. "Patience, bitch."

"I want you begging for it." He pressed harder, grinding the cock against her clit until she was whimpering, her head tossing from side to side.

Then, without warning, he shifted his weight and drove forward.

PLAP!

He buried himself to the hilt in one devastating thrust.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Aurelia’s scream was muffled by her own hand as she bit down on her knuckles. The sensation was overwhelming, the sheer fullness of him stretching her walls to their absolute limit, hitting her cervix with the force of a sledgehammer.

SQUELCH. SLOP. THWACK.

"There we go," Rex growled, his teeth grazing her neck as he began to establish a punishing rhythm. "Last night, Aurelia."

"Let’s make sure you remember exactly how it feels to be fucked like this."

Rex’s pace was relentless, each thrust carrying the full weight of his muscular frame. He leaned down close to her ear, his breath hot and smelling of dominance, as he deliberately slowed his hips for a moment.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Should I leave it in this time? Or do you want me to use my trick again?"

He was referring to the unsettling way he had been using telekinesis over the last two days, literally yanking the semen out of her cunt from the inside with his mind, leaving her feeling hollow and violated in a way physical sex couldn’t match.