Chapter 1238. The Tightness That Surprised Even Her Age As An Old Bitch**

Chapter 1238: 1238. The Tightness That Surprised Even Her Age As An Old Bitch**

Rex shifted his position, looming over her like a dark god of debauchery. He grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it upward, bringing the throbbing, monstrous length directly in front of Valentina’s face.

Up close, the sight was terrifying. The veins along the shaft pulsed like living serpents, and the skin was flushed a deep, angry crimson; it looked less like human flesh and more like a legendary sword forged in dragon’s blood and dipped in molten lava.

Valentina froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes traced the impossible girth, the way it seemed to steam with heat.

A cold dread pooled in her stomach as she saw the faint, ominous flicker of magical energy beginning to swirl around the tip.

’He’s going to do it again,’ she realized with horror. ’He’s going to channel magic directly into my womb... he’s going to use that thing to ravage me from the inside. ’

"Let’s fucking enjoy our night as master and sex slave, Valentina!" Rex roared, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "No more games, no more pretending!"

Valentina couldn’t help it. Her jaw slackened, her eyes widening as they became fixed on the pulsating meat before her.

She was terrified, yes, but there was something primal in her brain, something ancient and shameful, that couldn’t look away from such overwhelming virility.

Rex caught the look on her face and let out another booming laugh. "Hey, hey! Don’t get so mesmerized, hahaha!"

"Look at you... what a dirty little sex slave I’ve got."

"Even after all that pain, you’re staring at my cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters."

"I... I’m not—" Valentina started to protest, but her voice failed her.

"Shut up," Rex commanded.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and began to position himself. Slowly, agonizingly, he pressed the broad, hot head of his cock against her swollen, dripping entrance.

Valentina felt the stretch immediately. It was like being split open by a hot iron rod. "Nnngh! No! Wait!"

Her hands came up, pressing weakly against his broad, muscular shoulders. "Rex, please... I can’t... I really can’t do any more...!"

"My body is already broken... I have a husband... I have a family to return to... I can’t—"

SLAP! SLAP!

Rex struck her across the face hard enough to make her head snap back, then immediately followed with a stinging slap to one of her sensitive breasts. "A sex slave doesn’t get to talk about husbands!"

"A sex slave doesn’t get to talk about families!" he snarled, his face inches from hers. "Your only family now is me, and your only duty is to take what I give you."

The pain burned through her, but the psychological violation was worse. Her dignity was being shredded piece by piece.

"And listen closely, slave," Rex whispered, his voice dropping to a venomous growl as he pushed deeper, forcing her pussy to stretch to its absolute limit. "If you keep crying about your pathetic life, I’ll make sure I never cum inside you."

"I’ll just keep fucking you like an animal, leaving you raw, bleeding, and empty, without ever giving you the release you’re begging for."

"Do you understand?"

Valentina’s heart plummeted.

The thought of that endless, unrewarded torment of being stretched and violated without the mercy of a climax was more terrifying than death itself. Her mind spiraled into pure panic.

’No, no, no! Please! Anything but that!’ she screamed internally. ’Don’t leave me like that!’

’Don’t punish me with emptiness!’

’I’ll obey, I’ll be whatever you want, just please... don’t deny me that!’

"Aaaahhh! Nnnngh... okay! Okay, I understand!" she sobbed aloud, her body betraying her as she arched her hips involuntarily, seeking the very thing she feared. "Please, Great Master... don’t be cruel... please just... ahhhnnn!"

Rex smirked as he felt her surrender. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, the sheer force of his entry making Valentina’s vision go white as her internal organs felt the impact.

"Good girl," he growled, beginning a rhythm that promised to shatter what little was left of her sanity.

With a final, devastating surge of power, Rex drove himself home. He didn’t just enter her; he colonized her.

The sheer mass of his cock punched through her resistance, past the swollen entrance, past the sensitive walls, and slammed directly against the mouth of her womb with the force of a battering ram.

"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH...! HAAAAH!!"

Valentina’s scream was torn from her lungs as her body underwent a violent shock. The impact was so deep, so absolute, that her womb spasmed in a reflexive, terrified twitch.

For a moment, time ceased to exist. The sensation was overwhelming—a profound, invasive fullness that shattered every boundary she had ever known.

It felt as though he had reached into her very core, touching a nerve that had never been awakened, a place her husband had never even come close to discovering.

Her face contorted into an expression of pure, unguarded shock. Her eyes flew open, pupils blown wide until only thin rings of color remained, staring blankly at the ceiling as her brain short-circuited.

Her jaw dropped open involuntarily, her tongue lolling out between her lips as she gasped for air that wouldn’t come.

’Save me...’ her mind shrieked in a silent, drowning plea. ’Someone, please, save me from this!’

’It’s too much... he’s touching something inside me that shouldn’t be touched... he’s rewriting who I am!’ But even as she begged for salvation in the darkness of her mind, her body was betraying her, her internal muscles clamping down on him with a desperate, hungry ferocity.

Rex felt the impact reverberate through his own bones, the wet, meaty slap of his pelvis hitting her ass echoing through the room. He looked down at her ruined, beautiful face and let out a bark of triumphant laughter.

"Hahaha! Look at you! Look at that face!" he roared, watching her tongue hang limp as she struggled to process the violation. "You really do have a super tight pussy for your age, Valentina!"

"It’s like you’ve been waiting years for something real to finally break you open!"

He leaned down, his sweat dripping onto her heated skin, his breath hot against her cheek. "I can tell, can’t I?!"

"I can feel how pathetic your past was! Your husband... that weak, pathetic man... he never satisfied you, did he?"

"He probably came at you with that limp, useless cock of his, barely touching the surface while you pretended to enjoy it." His grin turned venomous. "But he never touched this."

"He never reached this deep... He never made you scream like a fucking animal."

"Nnnngh... ahh... he... ahhhnnn!" Valentina couldn’t even form words.

Her protest died in a moan that sounded more like a sob.

"Let’s remind you what real pleasure feels like, then," Rex growled. Instead of pulling back, he began to grind, deliberately angling his cock to hammer repeatedly against her cervix.

Each thrust was precise, brutal, and designed to maximize the agony of the stretch and the ecstasy of the impact.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

The sound of his hips striking hers was relentless. "Aaaahhh! Oh gods! Rex!"

"Stop... no, don’t stop—AAAAHHH!" Valentina’s cries became a chaotic symphony of conflicting emotions.

Her hips began to buck involuntarily, chasing the very pain that was destroying her. "It’s too deep!"

"You’re hitting... you’re hitting my soul! Ahhhnnn! Haaaaah! Mmmmnnnngh!"

The room was filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling: the wet squelch of her fluids, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, and her increasingly hysterical moans.

Rex was relentless, each thrust deeper than the last, pushing her further toward a breaking point where pain and pleasure would become indistinguishable, leaving nothing behind but the raw, bleeding truth of her submission.