Chapter 1031. And So... I Let Him Go After I Break Four Woman That Was Important**

Chapter 1031: 1031. And So... I Let Him Go After I Break Four Woman That Was Important**

Rex collapsed against her, still grinding his cock into her twitching cunt as the last of his strength left him. He looked down at her convulsing body and then at the broken Theo, letting out a triumphant, barking laugh.

"Look at that, Theo!" Rex shouted, pointing at the mess spreading between Aurelia’s legs. "Look at her!"

"Your mother’s orgasming pussy is pulsing and desperately milking my seed!"

"She’s sucking it out of me like the animal she is!" He leaned down to whisper to Aurelia, though loud enough for Theo to hear. "You want it, don’t you?"

"On an instinctual level, you’re nothing but a vessel for my children now."

"You want nothing more than to be filled by me."

Aurelia could only moan weakly, her head lolling back, her heart-shaped eyes staring blankly at nothing, while her body continued to spasm around Rex’s cock, milking every last drop of his dominance into her ruined womb.

Rex wasn’t done enjoying the spectacle. Still hard and pulsing inside her, he reached down and buried his fingers deep into the flesh of Aurelia’s ass cheeks.

With a grunt of effort, he hauled her lower body upward, tilting her pelvis at an obscene angle. He wanted the audience, specifically the broken boy on the floor, to witness every single detail of her violation.

"Look at this, Theo!" Rex roared, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Look at what a real man does to your mother!"

As Aurelia’s hips were forced higher, the sheer volume of Rex’s climax finally gave way to gravity. From her swollen, overfilled cunt, the semen began to pour out in a continuous, torrential stream.

It wasn’t just dripping; it was cascading. A thick, white waterfall of seed gushed forth, streaming down her inner thighs, soaking the sheets, and pooling on the floor in a frothy, obscene puddle.

The sound was wet and relentless: ’SQUELCH, GUSH, SLOP.’

"Aaaahhh... hnnn..." Aurelia whimpered, her body still twitching in the aftershocks, her eyes half-lidded and glassy with mindless devotion. "So much... Rex... you filled me so full..."

Rex laughed, a sound that shook the very foundations of the room. "There it is! The proof!"

"She’s officially pregnant, Theo!"

"My seed is already claiming her womb while your pathetic tears dry on the floor!" He let go of her, leaving her to slump back onto the table, her legs splayed wide as the white tide continued to leak from her ruined sex.

Rex wiped a smear of cum from his own thigh and turned his hungry gaze toward the doorway. His eyes locked onto Diana, Iris, and Elaris, who were standing there, trembling, their faces flushed with a terrifying mix of shame and arousal.

"But why should Aurelia have all the fun?" Rex purred, his voice dropping to a predatory register. "Today isn’t just about making Aurelia a mother."

"I want Iris, Diana, and Elaris to experience what it’s like to be truly claimed."

"I want all four of you to enjoy this together."

Theo’s eyes widened.

"No... please..." he tried to croak out, but no sound emerged.

Before Rex could even move a muscle, he unleashed his telekinetic power. An invisible force slammed into Theo’s chest like a freight train.

"WAAAAAGH!" The boy’s body was lifted off the ground, thrown backward by the sheer pressure.

He wasn’t killed, but he was pinned against the far wall by an invisible weight, his limbs spread wide as if crucified against the air. He was conscious, his eyes burning with terror, but he was utterly paralyzed.

He was a captive audience to his own nightmare.

"Now then," Rex commanded, his telekinesis dragging the three remaining women forward.

They flew toward the table like dolls pulled by strings, landing on their knees around Rex’s seated form. "Come here, girls. Let’s see which one of you can take it better."

The room exploded into a symphony of debauchery. Rex didn’t waste time with tenderness. He grabbed Diana by her hair, forcing her mouth open as he thrust his cock into her throat.

"GULP. CHOKE. MMMPH." The wet sounds of her struggling to swallow his massive length filled the space between Aurelia’s whimpering and Theo’s silent screams.

The scene became a chaotic, writhing mass of flesh. Rex moved between them with ruthless efficiency, his telekinesis keeping them all positioned exactly where he wanted them.

One moment, Rex was grinding against Iris’s pussy while Diana’s tongue worked on him; the next moment, he had Elaris bent over the table, claiming her from behind, with the sound of their bodies colliding—SLAP, SLAP, SLAP—echoing like gunshots.

"OH GOD, YES!" Iris screamed as Rex’s cock slid inside her, her back arching violently. "REX, PLEASE! FUCK ME HARDER!"

"AAAAAHHHHNNN!" Elaris shrieked as she was taken from behind, her nails clawing at the wood of the table. "I’M SO WET! I WANT IT ALL!"

The air became thick with the smell of sweat, arousal, and the cloying scent of cum. The noises were overwhelming: the wet slaps of skin, the guttural moans of four women losing their minds to pleasure, the desperate gasping for air, and Rex’s triumphant laughter punctuating every thrust.

Theo could only watch through tears of pure horror. He watched as his mother, already claimed, joined in the frenzy, her hands wandering over the other women’s bodies as they all surrendered to Rex’s dominance.

He watched as the room turned into a breeding pit, a place where morality died and only the raw, animalistic need to be filled by Rex remained. He was trapped in a hell of pleasure and pain, forced to witness the complete and total conquest of every woman in his life.

The room descended into a state of pure, unadulterated depravity. Theo, pinned to the wall by the crushing weight of Rex’s telekinesis, could do nothing but watch as his reality shattered into a thousand pieces.

He was forced to witness a marathon of violation that felt like it would never end.

Rex moved through them like a storm, claiming each woman with a different flavor of cruelty and ecstasy.

First, he turned to Elaris. He hauled her up onto the table in a cowgirl position, but he didn’t let her control the pace.

He gripped her hips with bruising strength, slamming upward into her with such ferocity that her entire body bounced off the wood. "PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!" Each impact sent a spray of sweat and saliva flying.

Elaris screamed until her voice went hoarse, her eyes rolling back as she climaxed repeatedly, her body shuddering against his relentless assault. "AAAAHHH! REX! MORE! BREAK ME!"

When Elaris collapsed into a twitching heap, Rex pivoted to Diana. He forced her onto all fours in a doggy-style position, bending her spine until it arched painfully.

The sound of his cock entering her was a wet, sucking SQUELCH noise that made Theo’s stomach turn. Rex fucked her with short, brutal thrusts, each one hitting her cervix like a hammer. Diana’s moans were guttural, almost animalistic, her fingers clawing grooves into the tabletop as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

"Nnngh... ahh... oh god, yes..."

Then came Iris. Rex pulled her close, bringing her face to face in a missionary position that looked almost tender until he began to thrust with inhuman speed. He pinned her wrists above her head, dominating her completely.

The rhythm was deafening SLAP, SLAP, SLAP as Iris’s legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper. Her screams became melodic in their desperation, a high-pitched keening that filled every corner of the room.

"I’m yours! Rex, I’m yours forever!"

Finally, he returned to Aurelia, who was still slick with his previous load. He flipped her onto her back and lifted her legs high above her head in a deep missionary position, exposing her completely to the room and to Theo.

He drove himself into her with the finality of a conqueror, each thrust sending a fresh wave of cum spilling from her overfilled cunt. Aurelia’s voice was nothing more than a broken whisper now, a series of incoherent whimpers as she reached her final, devastating climax.

"Rex... please... fill me... again..."

Hours seemed to pass in that hellscape of flesh and noise. When the last of the wet sounds faded, the room fell into a heavy, exhausted silence, broken only by the ragged breathing of the four women.

They lay scattered across the floor and table like broken dolls, their eyes closed, their bodies unconscious from the sheer intensity of the orgasms and physical exhaustion. They were spent, hollowed out, and completely conquered.

Rex stood in the center of the carnage, his muscles gleaming with sweat, looking down at the four women with the cold satisfaction of a god who had claimed his territory. He turned his head slowly toward the wall where Theo remained pinned.

"It’s over, kid," Rex said, his voice calm and terrifyingly steady. "They’re broken."

"They’re mine... And now, you’re free."

With a flick of his wrist, Rex released his telekinetic grip. Theo fell to the floor like a sack of bones, gasping for air, his body aching from the prolonged pressure.

Rex walked toward him, towering over his broken form. "But you don’t belong here anymore."

"Look at them... Look at what’s left of your family." He pointed at the unconscious, cum-soaked bodies of the women.

"You have two choices: stay here and rot in this house with the ghosts of who they used to be, or end your life right now, leave this place, and run until you forget this ever happened." His eyes narrowed. "I’m giving you permission to leave."

"Run... Run as far as your pathetic legs can carry you."

Theo couldn’t think. He couldn’t process.

The horror was too vast. His survival instinct, raw and primal, finally overrode his paralysis.

He scrambled to his feet, his legs shaking so violently he nearly collapsed again. He didn’t look back at Rex.

He didn’t look back at his mother.

He bolted through the doorway, his feet pounding against the hardwood, then the stone, and then the grass. He ran through the darkness, past the gates of the household, his breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps.

Behind him lay a house of sin and madness; ahead of him lay only the terrifying, empty unknown. He ran until his lungs burned like fire, desperate to put enough distance between himself and that nightmare that he would never feel the echo of those wet, obscene sounds again.