Chapter 1246. Gotta Make Sure That I Feed My Slave Good Enough With The Seeds!**

Chapter 1246: 1246. Gotta Make Sure That I Feed My Slave Good Enough With The Seeds!**

They began to debate with increasing heat, their voices rising in a petty argument about skill and superiority, completely treating Valentina’s frantic, gagging efforts as nothing more than background ambiance like the hum of a refrigerator.

Rex laughed again, but his attention snapped back down to the pathetic figure beneath him. He reached down, his large hand tangling in Valentina’s hair to tilt her head back further, forcing her to expose her throat as she worked.

"Maybe so, maybe so," Rex mused, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that still carried to the girls. "But who would’ve thought?"

"The dignified Valentina, reduced to this... Sucking my cock under the dining table while your own granddaughters sit right above you, discussing breakfast." He leaned closer, his breath hot against her forehead. "You must really love it, eh?"

"You must love my cock that much... Even after drinking my piss like the thirsty little bitch you are, you still can’t get enough."

A wet, choked noise escaped Valentina’s throat: "Nnnngh hngh!" as the cock hit the back of her throat with a force that made her eyes roll back. Her jaw ached with a dull, throbbing pain, and her throat felt raw, as if she had swallowed glass.

’It’s not love...’ her mind screamed, the words echoing in the hollow, dark chamber of her consciousness. ’Gods, please, let this end... I don’t want this.’

’I hate the taste of him, I hate the smell of this room, I hate the way those girls look at me like I’m an insect...’

Her inner voice was a broken whisper against the onslaught of her physical degradation. ’I’m not doing this because I want him.’

’I’m not doing this because I’m broken.’

’I’m doing this because I have to. For Aethelgard. For the future of every soul in the kingdom.’

’If I fall now, if I refuse him, everything collapses.’

’This humiliation is the price of survival.’

’Every swallow of his cum is a sacrifice for the realm.’

’Just hold on... just keep sucking... just survive...’

But as Rex’s hips gave a sudden, demanding thrust upward, forcing her mouth wider and making her gag violently, GULP SPLCH, the noble thoughts felt impossibly far away, drowned out by the wet, obscene sounds of her own degradation and the cheerful clinking of silverware above her.

The oxygen felt like acid in her lungs, burning and scarce, so Valentina reluctantly loosened her grip. Her jaw was cramping, the muscles along her chin feeling like they were about to snap from the sheer effort of stretching around the impossible thickness of Rex’s cock.

She pulled her lips back just enough to let a ragged breath escape, a hoTheble, wet huff. "Haaah nnhh... pffft..." the sound came out strangled and disgusting, dotted with the strings of clear saliva and milky pre-cum that drooped from her bottom lip onto the hard, dark wood between her bony knees.

Rex seized that split second of "rest" like the cruel tyrant he was. He didn’t allow it to be a moment of comfort; he treated it as a lapse in her duties, a sign of slave disobedience.

He shifted his thighs, the hard muscle looking even more intimidating up close, where the base of the cock met the dampness of his groin, leaving a little glistening puddle on the splintery wood.

He looked down again, enjoying the sight of her hunched over, panting, her face flushed red and blotchy, her eyes glassy and brimming with those humiliating tears. He liked seeing that flash of frustration that "I hate this but I cannot stop" in her expression.

"Taking a breather, are you?" he asked, though it sounded more like a threat.

He took another bite of a juicy piece of meat, chewing it loudly, the sound of the tearing fibers making a wet CHOMP SHLICK noise. "Remember your place, slave."

"You aren’t a person who gets ’breaks.’ You are mine."

His voice was jovial and merciless, like someone giving instructions to a dog that hasn’t learned to sit still. He tapped the back of her nape with his middle finger, the nail just hard enough to leave a small white mark on her already irritated, sweat-stained skin.

"You ought to show those pretty granddaughters of yours just how good of a slave you really are," he encouraged, though it was utterly vile. "Show them what real devotion looks like."

"That means you ignore them, forget you’re their family, and you just be the obedient little slave you are."

He straightened his hips, grinding the thick, vein-covered shaft back into the wetness gathering on her bottom lip, making sure the tip was primed to slide right back into her gaping, panting mouth. He wanted that immediate return, that zealous devotion.

"Lots of devotion, understood? Like a proper, useful thing."

Above her, Lily and Diana practically perked up when he framed it as a point of "showing off" to them. They loved the thought: their grandmother performing the most debase slave duty, ignoring their familial bond to prove how "good" she was.

The thought that she was abandoning her role as "Grandma" to become a nameless, faceless slave for Rex was absolutely delicious to them.

Lily set her fork down, leaning her pretty legs, encased in the clean white linen of her chair, right where the wood was thinnest, hoping she could see the way the cock would fill Valentina’s mouth again.

"It would be so impressive to see you be such a devoted slave, Grandma," she said, voice bright and encouraging, like a child telling someone they did a good job cleaning up a mess. "Like, really thorough and obedient."

Diana nodded, taking a sip of more wine, the clear liquid sloshing prettily in her delicate glass. She lowered her free hand, the long fingers tapping a rhythm on the underside of the table—tap tap tap on the spot where Valentina’s shoulder was pressed hard into the rough wood, almost like she was applauding the thought.

"Being truly devoted and ignoring everything else that’s the best way to be, isn’t it?" she added, approvingly. "Just focused on what Rex needs."

Rex swallowed the last chunk of savory meat in one smooth, greedy gulp. GULP SHLICK, the juices dripping down his throat and landing on the hard wood just inches from Valentina’s nose.

For him, the combination of a hearty, delicious breakfast and the squelching, gagging pleasure of a slave sucking his cock was the absolute peak of human enjoyment.

He loved every single second of it: the taste of the seasoned meat, the feel of the wetness she was producing, and the way her throat looked like it was struggling to accommodate the massive girth.

The moment the food was down, he acted. He didn’t give her another microsecond of that stolen breath.

His hand came up, his long fingers fist-hooking into the back of her skull, the part where the hair was damp with her own tears and spit, and gripped her head real hard. His grip was rough and possessive, the tendons in his hand looking like corded rope, leaving red crescents in her scalp.

He shoved the full length of the cock that thick, vein-ridden, dripping pillar all the way into her mouth, forcing it past her bottom lip, past her teeth, and deep down into the back of her pharynx.

He drove it in so hard that her head was knocked back against the unforgiving underside of the solid wood table, the bone likely stinging from the impact: THUD PLOP.

"Here!" he commanded, his voice rougher and delighted, breathing a bit heavier now that he was about to cum. "You need to eat as well, don’t you?"

"So I’m shooting a massive amount inside your mouth, pussy!"

His hips bucked once, twice, and three times hard and repetitively against the wetness her mouth was leaking THUMP THUMP THUMP, and then he unleashed a torrential flood. The semen came out thick, creamy, white, and endless, like a pressurized hose being opened.

It filled every single corner of her oral cavity: the insides of her cheeks, under her tongue, the back of her throat, and even the tiny slits where her saliva was bubbling, leaving absolutely no escape.

The volume was obscene, threatening to overflow the corners of her mouth and drip down her chin onto the dirty wood.

Rex groaned out loud, his head tilting back, his eyes half closed and glazed with pure ecstasy: "Ohh..."

"I can’t stop cumming down the throat of my slave..." His voice was genuinely pleased, almost amused by how much he was pumping into her.