Chapter 1004. Giving Her Threats That Slowly Breaking Her Mind To Submit!**

Chapter 1004: 1004. Giving Her Threats That Slowly Breaking Her Mind To Submit!**

’All this time,’ she thought, her tears soaking into the bedsheets as she felt herself being torn apart by pleasure, ’I’ve been devoted to being a mother, a wife, a protector... a warrior.’

’I built walls around my heart and my duty.’

’But with him... with his cock buried inside me like this... I’m nothing.’

’I’m not a warrior.’

’I’m not a mother.’

’I’m nothing but a woman.’

’Just a vessel for his fucking need.’

Rex leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against her bare back as he continued to pound her relentlessly.

"Listen to me," he grunted between heavy breaths. "Even once the training’s over and I’m gone from this house... I’ll come over anytime you wanna bang!"

"You know you’ll call me."

"Why... why the hell would I want to spend another second with--" Aurelia started to protest, her voice breaking into a whimper as he hit her sweet spot with devastating accuracy.

"Look, Aurelia..." Rex interrupted, his voice dropping to a cold, knowing whisper that chilled her blood even as it heated her cunt. "Just give up and admit it already!"

"Stop fighting the inevitable and let’s have some fun together with the others!"

Aurelia froze mid-moan, her heart stopping.

"Your mother, Elaris," Rex continued, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust that made her body jerk involuntarily. "Your sister, Iris... and even your supposed daughter in law, Diana, who has become mine!"

"NO! AH! FUCK! STOP IT!" Aurelia shrieked, the horror of his words clashing violently with the climax building in her lower belly.

The thought of her family being consumed by his corruption was unbearable, yet as he thrust harder, her body responded with a traitorous, wet squelch.

"Don’t deny it, Aurelia," Rex growled, his pace becoming frantic as he neared his own release. "Imagine it."

"The whole family, all united under me. We could have so much fun together."

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Aurelia could only scream, a sound that was equal parts agony and ecstasy, as Rex drove them both toward a shattering, ruinous conclusion.

The violence of the act shifted from purely physical to something more psychological. Rex suddenly reached forward, grabbing both of Aurelia’s wrists.

With a powerful jerk, he hauled her upper body up off the mattress, forcing her to arch painfully backward until her chest was thrust forward and her face was forced up toward his.

"Fuck, look at you," Rex growled, his eyes scanning her flushed, sweat-slicked face. "I’ve spent three straight days training you with my cock."

"Three days of showing you what real fucking feels like."

"Do you really think your husband can still get you off after this?"

Aurelia’s breath came in ragged, shallow gasps. Her mind was spinning, caught between the terror of his words and the undeniable truth of her own body’s reaction.

"Huh? What... what are you saying?" she stammered, her voice weak and trembling.

Rex didn’t release her grip; instead, he leaned closer, his muscular frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole.

"It’s gonna be a shame not getting to bang you anymore," he said, his tone almost conversational despite the sweat pouring off him. "But I’ve got plenty of other girls I can hit up."

"I’ll have your mother, your sister... I’ll have Diana."

He paused, letting the implication of her family’s corruption sink in before continuing with a cruel twist of the knife. "But you... you’re different."

"You don’t have anyone else except that pathetic husband of yours, right?"

"You’re alone, Aurelia."

As the words sank in, something in Aurelia’s expression shifted. The fiery rage that had defined her for days began to drain away, replaced by something far more vulnerable.

The anger died, leaving behind a raw, aching loneliness. She looked at him not as an enemy, not as a monster, but as the only source of overwhelming sensation she had ever known.

The isolation she felt in her role as protector and warrior suddenly felt unbearable.

Rex saw the change. He saw the way her defiance crumbled into longing.

"So," he purred, his voice dropping to a threatening murmur as he began to grind his cock against her swollen entrance again, "are you really gonna spend the rest of your life just having weak, limp dick sex with him?"

"Do you want to go back to that? Or would you rather be destroyed by me?"

’Sweet, gentle sex with him... for the rest of my life?’ The thought flashed through Aurelia’s mind like a forbidden prayer.

The idea of surrender, not just to his body but to his will, seemed both terrifying and intoxicating. She imagined the alternative: a lifetime of pretending, of being hollow while her body screamed for the kind of violence only he could provide.

Rex sensed her breaking point. He leaned in until his lips were brushing against her earlobe, his breath hot enough to scald.

"If you want me to make you cum properly... if you want to feel that fire every single night..." he whispered, "then be my woman."

"Be mine, and I’ll secure your position."

"I’ll make sure you don’t get killed when I finally show my true colors."

It was an ultimatum wrapped in a promise of salvation. He was offering her protection in exchange for her soul, offering her ecstasy in exchange for her loyalty.

Aurelia’s chest heaved as she panted hard, her ribs visible beneath her sweat-slicked skin. The sounds in the room had changed; the wet slap of skin was now accompanied by the sound of her desperate, broken breathing.

"I... I..." she stammered, her eyes unfocused as she stared at him.

Her hips gave an involuntary twitch, seeking the very cock that was threatening to destroy everything she stood for. "I don’t know... Rex, please... ahh!"

The moment of hesitation was shattered as Rex drove himself inside her one more time, harder than before, making her cry out in a sound that was half sob, half ecstasy.

"Decide, Aurelia," he commanded, his rhythm becoming frantic. "Decide now, before I leave you with nothing!"

Rex showed no mercy to her indecision. With a grunt of impatience, he grabbed her by the hips and shoved her face down back into the mattress, pinning her flat.

He positioned himself behind her and began to pound her with a renewed, punishing ferocity that made the bedframe shriek in protest.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

"C’mon now!" Rex roared over the wet sounds of their bodies colliding. "What’ll it be?!"

"Spit it out, Aurelia! I’m not waiting forever!"

Aurelia’s face was buried in the pillow, her body convulsing with every impact. Her mind was a battlefield of screaming contradictions.

’No...! I can’t! I can’t say it!’ she screamed internally, the words echoing against the walls of her skull. ’I can’t surrender to him! ’

’I can’t give him everything!’

But her body was already gone. The physical sensation was so overwhelming that her vocal cords could no longer form coherent language.

All that came out were raw, guttural sounds that tore from her throat. "Ohhhh! Ohooohhhhhhhh! Ahh! Fuck! Hnnngh!"

The moans became increasingly strange, high-pitched keens mixed with deep, animalistic growls as Rex found angles that bypassed her resistance entirely.

Rex felt her hesitation and decided to escalate. He slowed his pace slightly, but each thrust became devastatingly deep, each stroke deliberate, stretching her to the absolute limit.

"Just say it already!" he threatened, his voice dripping with venomous provocation. "Say the words, or I’m pulling out right now!"

"I’ll leave you empty and alone, just like you’ll be when I’m gone!"

"Nnngh ahhh oh god ohhhh!" Aurelia’s cries grew louder, more desperate.

Her mind was fracturing under the dual assault of pleasure and psychological torment. ’I don’t want to betray my family any more than I already have!’

’Honey...! Theo...! Everyone...! Please, someone help me...!’

Rex leaned down, his chest grinding against her back as he continued those slow, agonizingly deep pounds.

"Well?" he asked, his breath hot against her nape. "Whose cock do you like better? Your husband’s pathetic little thing? Or mine?!"

"Ahhhhhh! Noooo ohhhh!"

"Answer me!" Rex bellowed, his hips slamming against her ass with enough force to make her whole body jolt. "If you don’t answer, then this is the last real sex you’ll ever get!"

"Have fun riding your husband’s limp, pathetic dick for the rest of your life while you wonder what you missed out on!"

That was the breaking point. The threat of losing this feeling of being truly, violently alive shattered her last defenses.

As Rex’s words pierced her, her mind involuntarily flashed to the sounds she had heard echoing through the halls of the estate: the unmistakable, wet screams of Iris; the broken whimpers of Elaris; and the shameless, begging cries of Diana as Rex had claimed them.

The memories flooded her brain like toxic sludge, mixing with the overwhelming physical sensation of his cock stretching her womb.

Her cognitive functions began to dissolve. The words she had spent her life cultivating, dignity, honor, and duty, were burned away, replaced by a flood of base, filthy impulses.

Her brain started spitting out fragmented thoughts that her mouth could no longer contain.

’Cock... pussy... pound... need it... deeper... Rex... fuck me... more...’

"Rex ah! Rex, ohhh fuck yes, yes, fuck me!" The words finally burst forth, not as coherent sentences, but as a stream of consciousness driven by pure arousal. "Your cock, ahhh!"

"Your cock is... oh god... so big... fuck me harder... pound me... yes... fuck... I need... need... need--"