Chapter 1236. What Kind Of Master I Am To Make My Slave Feeling Horny?**

Chapter 1236: 1236. What Kind Of Master I Am To Make My Slave Feeling Horny?**

Rex sighed, a sound that was disturbingly close to contentment. He closed his eyes for a moment, his grip loosening slightly but not releasing her.

"You know, Valentina," he murmured, almost to himself. "Feeling you like this... the way you tremble, the way you break under my touch... it makes me forget all about the destruction I’ve caused."

"All the beautiful chaos I’ve unleashed."

He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. "Makes me almost want to spare Aethelgard... Almost."

Valentina’s blood ran cold. The threat was wrapped in a caress, making it infinitely more terrifying.

’That’s it,’ she told herself, forcing her body to relax despite the screaming alarms in her brain. ’That is the key.’

’He is the one who holds the leash of our entire civilization.’

’His whims are our laws... If his pleasure depends on my submission, then I will give him everything.’

’I will be his perfect, broken thing.’

"Please, Great Master," she whispered, deliberately shifting her hips to press closer to him, forcing her body to betray her soul. "Don’t leave me alone in the cold..."

"Let me stay close to you... Let me be whatever you need."

Rex’s breathing hitched.

"Good girl," he growled, his hand sliding from her ass to cup one of her breasts again, squeezing until she let out a broken moan. "That’s exactly what I wanted to hear."

Valentina closed her eyes, letting out a long, shuddering moan that was half sob, half ecstasy.

"Ahh... mmmph... yes... Master..." As she surrendered to the physical sensation, she mourned the woman she was, knowing that every moment of pleasure she allowed herself was another nail in the coffin of her own identity.

As Rex shifted his weight to get more comfortable, the movement forced his arousal to grind more insistently against Valentina’s lower abdomen.

Through the thin fabric of her robe, she couldn’t help but notice the sheer, impossible scale of him. Her eyes widened involuntarily.

It was terrifyingly massive, thick, and pulsing with a life of its own.

A shameful memory flashed through her mind: her husband, a noble man, gentle but weak. She remembered the clinical, desperate way they had needed ancient magic and enchanted potions just to coax his limp cock into producing any hope of conception.

And here was this monster, this walking catastrophe, carrying something that felt like it could split her in two without any magic at all.

The sheer biological dominance of it made her stomach churn with both revulsion and a horrifying, involuntary fascination.

"You’ve been... um..." Valentina stammered, her face flushing a deep crimson as she tried to articulate the physical intrusion. "You’ve been hitting against my stomach with your... with your..."

Rex lifted his head slightly, one eyebrow arched in mock curiosity. "Hmm? What is it, slave? Speak clearly."

Valentina swallowed hard, her throat feeling like it was lined with sandpaper. "I mean... that’s what happens when the Master and his sex slave sleep together, right?!"

"The constant... contact." She tried to make it sound like she was reciting a script, a rehearsed line of submission, but her voice wavered dangerously. "I can feel you... everywhere."

Rex’s lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so?"

"Well, I suppose I can’t complain about the friction... After all..." His hand slid up from her hip, his palm dragging roughly over the underside of one breast. "I feel your massive tits rubbing against me too."

"You’re practically molding yourself to me, Valentina."

Valentina’s breath hitched. "Wha—?! What do you mean...?! I’m not... I didn’t—"

"Don’t lie to me." Rex sat up abruptly, the sudden movement making the bed springs creak ominously.

He loomed over her, his naked torso blocking out the morning light, casting her in shadow. An evil, knowing smile spread across his face, the smile of a man who had read every shameful thought crossing her mind.

"Wait... is this turning you on, maybe? Is my slave secretly craving the very thing that destroys her?"

"H-Huh?! No! Never!" Valentina cried out, her hands flying up to cover her chest as if she could shield herself from his gaze.

Her heart was racing so fast she felt dizzy. "I am a loyal servant! I am—"

"You’re a liar," Rex interrupted, his voice dropping to a husky, commanding register. "And I think it’s time for a proper inspection."

Before she could protest, before she could even think of a retreat, Rex moved with the lightning speed of a predator. He grabbed both of her thighs in one massive hand.

His grip was like iron shackles, the tendons in his forearm standing out like cords. With terrifying strength, he forced her legs apart, hiking them up toward her shoulders.

"Nnngh! Ahh! No, Rex, please! Stop!" Valentina shrieked, her voice cracking. "It hurts! My hips ahhh!"

A sharp pain shot through her groin as her joints were stretched beyond their normal range. The tendons in her inner thighs screamed under the strain, feeling as though they might snap like overcooked noodles.

"Be quiet," he growled, ignoring her pleas. "I need to check your pussy again after it came so many times earlier."

"I want to see if you’re still leaking for me."

Valentina’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes rolling as she fought the overwhelming sensations. Her legs were splayed wide, completely exposed, vulnerable to his scrutiny.

She felt exposed, raw, and utterly debased. And then she saw it—the wet, glistening evidence of her own betrayal.

Between her thighs, her entrance was swollen, angry red, and dripping with a fresh stream of clear, viscous arousal that glistened in the light.

"Look at that," Rex whispered, leaning down closer until his hot breath fanned over her sensitive folds. "Still dripping... Still wet..."

"Your body doesn’t care about your ’nobility’ or your ’duty’ to Aethelgard, does it? Your body knows exactly who its master is."

"Aaaahhh! Haaah... mmmph... nooo..." Valentina sobbed, her hips bucking weakly against his grip.

The humiliation was complete. She was spread open like prey, her own fluids marking her as a creature of pure, unadulterated need.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on a volatile cocktail of her desperate terror and the undeniable, obscene reality of her own arousal.

Rex threw his head back and erupted into a maniacal, barking laugh that echoed off the stone walls like thunder. The sound was devoid of any warmth; it was the laughter of a predator amused by the obvious weakness of its prey.

He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her exposed, glistening anatomy with undisguised mockery.

"Look at this!" he crowed, pointing a finger at her swollen folds. "Valentina, the legendary Headmaster, the pillar of Aethelgard... her pussy is still pink, still tender, and dripping like some desperate chick caught in heat!"

"After everything we’ve been through, you’re still leaking like a broken fountain."

He reached out with two fingers, swiping through the slick moisture coating her inner thighs, then brought them to his lips, tasting her with a deliberate, slow motion that made Valentina want to die of shame.

"Whoa! You’re totally soaked, heh!"

"What’s the matter, slave? Haven’t you been getting any lately?"

"Is your pathetic husband’s cock really that useless?"

Valentina felt as though a blade had been driven through her heart. The accusation stung worse than any physical blow. Her mind raced in a panicked, fragmented loop.

’No... no, that can’t be true!’

’I am a woman of discipline! I am a protector! I shouldn’t be this... this obscene!’ But her body provided undeniable proof.

The slickness between her legs was undeniable, a warm, humiliating evidence of her own betrayal. ’I’m so wet... I’m so disgustingly wet for him...’

’God, please kill me before he sees any more.’

Rex leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial, terrifying whisper.

"I really am a bad master, aren’t I?"

"So bad that I’ve turned such a pathetic excuse of a sex slave into this... this horny, needy little animal."

"I’ve broken your spirit so thoroughly that all you can do now is beg for more of my cruelty."

The psychological violation was complete. Valentina’s vision blurred with tears of pure rage and humiliation.

"W-what?! That’s enough!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she tried to twist her hips away from his invasive gaze. "Stop talking to me like that! Stop looking at me like I’m some—"

SLAP!

The sound of his palm connecting with her cheek was like a gunshot. Valentina’s head whipped to the side, the force of the blow sending a spray of saliva and a few droplets of blood from her split lip across the pillow.

Her cheek burned with an immediate, throbbing heat, and her inner ear rang with a sharp, painful whine.

"I didn’t give you permission to speak out of turn," Rex growled, his eyes blazing with sudden, violent intensity. "You don’t get to tell me when it’s enough."

Before she could recover from the shock, before she could even draw a breath to scream again, Rex’s hands moved with brutal efficiency. He didn’t just touch her; he invaded her.

Two thick fingers shoved past her swollen labia, forcing their way inside her with zero warning.

"Aaaahhhh! Nnnngh! Haaah, oh gods!" Valentina’s scream was cut off by a guttural moan as her body reacted to the sudden intrusion.

The pain of being stretched so forcefully was sharp and immediate, feeling as though her delicate tissues were being torn apart from the inside.