Chapter 970. I Gave Her A Chance To Crawl Away... But She’s The One Riding Me Now!**

Chapter 970: 970. I Gave Her A Chance To Crawl Away... But She’s The One Riding Me Now!**

Without waiting for an answer, he accelerated. His hips began to move with terrifying speed, his cock becoming a blur of motion as he jackhammered into her.

"AHHHHHHHHHH! REX! REX! REX!" Iris’s voice broke completely.

The screams were no longer human; they were primal, desperate shrieks that tore through the air. Her body was being violently convulsed by the sheer velocity of his thrusts.

Each time Rex bottomed out, her entire torso lurched forward, her breasts swinging wildly, her heart-shaped pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the irises whole. "OH GOD! IT’S TOO FAST! TOO FAST! AHHHHHHH NNNGH AHHHHHH!"

The noise in the room was overwhelming. The sound of Rex’s cock sliding in and out of her slick, overstimulated cunt sounded like something being torn apart—a wet, sucking, tearing noise that punctuated every scream.

SLAP SQUELCH SLAP SQUELCH SLAP SQUELCH.

"FUCK YES!" Rex roared, his own climax approaching, his muscles locking up as he drove harder and harder, each thrust deeper than the last, aiming to bruise her very soul. "LOOK AT HER!"

"LOOK AT HOW SHE TAKES IT!" He shouted toward the space where Veylor hovered, knowing exactly who was watching.

"NOOOOOO! STOP! I CAN’T... AHHHHHHHH! I’M GOING TO--AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Iris’s scream reached a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the altar.

Her back arched so violently that her spine threatened to snap, her fingers clawing grooves into the stone as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her legs flailed weakly before locking tight around Rex’s waist, her body convulsing in a series of endless, uncontrolled spasms.

The air was thick with the sound of Iris’s unraveling, the high-pitched keening, the wet gasps for air, and the relentless, punishing rhythm of Rex’s hips as he continued to fuck her through her climax, refusing to let her find any moment of stillness or peace.

The ritual chamber seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the air so saturated with the musk of sex and the metallic tang of sweat that it felt heavy enough to drown in.

Rex showed no sign of slowing down; if anything, seeing Iris collapse into the throes of her climax only served to whet his appetite. He wanted to push her beyond the point of orgasm and straight into a state of complete sensory overload.

Reaching down with hands that felt like iron manacles, Rex dug his fingers deep into the soft flesh of Iris’s ass. He gripped her cheeks so hard that his knuckles turned white, the pressure leaving angry red crescents against her pale skin.

He began to physically maneuver her hips, forcing them to grind against him with every devastating stroke.

"Keep moving your ass, Iris!"

"Just like that! Ahahaha!" Rex roared, his laughter echoing off the vaulted ceiling like something demonic. "Don’t you dare stop now!"

"Even when you’re shaking, I want you to work for it! Move those cheeks for me!"

Iris was past the point of coherent language. Her mind had been reduced to a haze of white noise and raw nerve endings.

Her body was caught in a feedback loop of pleasure and pain that she couldn’t escape. Her head thrashed against the altar, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead.

Instead of screams, her voice had degraded into broken, pathetic sounds—soft, wet noises that betrayed how thoroughly she had been broken.

"Guh... mnnnuuuu... ahh... hnnngh..." she murmured, each syllable punctuated by a shuddering gasp.

Her hips obeyed Rex’s rough handling despite her weakened state, bucking upward instinctively to meet his cock as he continued to hammer into her.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Slap.

The sound was rhythmic, obscene, and relentless.

Veylor was drowning in the spectacle. His spectral form was twisted at an angle that forced him to witness the raw mechanics of her degradation.

He saw the way Rex’s fingers sank into her ass, the way her flesh bruised under his grip, and most horrifically, the way Iris’s body seemed to lean into the violation. Her eyes were rolled back, her lips parted in a dazed expression that looked terrifyingly close to contentment.

’Iris, don’t you see?!’ Veylor screamed in the silent prison of his own mind, his ghostly essence flickering violently as if he were physically convulsing. ’Look at what he’s doing to you!’

’Look at what you’re becoming!’

He wanted to reach out, to grab her, to pull her away from this monster, but his hands passed through her like smoke. He was a ghost in more ways than one, a ghost to her and a ghost to the world.

The helplessness was a poison spreading through his consciousness.

’Are you so cum-drunk that you don’t notice I’m here suffering more than dying?! ’ The thought was a desperate, howling accusation. ’I am watching you die, Iris!’

’Not physically, but your soul is dying right here on this altar while you moan for him!’

’Can’t you feel my pain? Can’t you hear my screams?!’

But Iris couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t hear anything except the thunderous blood rushing in her ears and the wet, punishing impact of Rex’s cock.

"That’s it... fuck, you’re taking it so well now," Rex growled, his breathing becoming more labored as he prepared for another round of violence.

He increased the pressure of his grip, squeezing her ass so hard it seemed he might crush the bone. "You’re nothing but a fucking hole for me now, aren’t you?"

"A perfect, shaking little slut."

"Nnngh... ahhh... mmmff..." Iris could only offer those broken whines, her body betraying every vow she had ever made as she bucked shamelessly against Rex’s cock, her hips moving in perfect, desperate synchronization with his brutal rhythm.

The chamber rang with the sound of their coupling, the wet, sucking noise of penetration, and the heavy, meaty slap of flesh on flesh, drowning out the silent, agonized wails of the ghost who loved her.

After the relentless pounding from behind, Rex decided to shift the torment from the physical to the psychological. With a grunt of satisfaction, he maneuvered Iris onto his back, sprawling across the altar.

He kept his cock buried deep inside her, the thick length of it still stretching her cunt to its limit even as he lay still. He looked up at her with eyes that gleamed with malicious delight, a predator watching his prey unravel.

"You know, Iris..." Rex began, his voice dropping to a deceptively gentle purr that made her skin crawl. "You could stop now."

"If you really wanted to... You could crawl away, try to collect what’s left of your dignity, and pretend this never happened." He paused, letting the false offer hang in the charged air. "You’re free to stop whenever you want."

But the lie was transparent. Iris’s body was already far past the point of control.

Her nerves were firing on all cylinders, her cunt pulsing around him in involuntary spasms that demanded more. The withdrawal of his thrusts felt like a physical ache, a void that needed to be filled. Instead of pulling away, Iris let out a whimper of pure desperation.

With shaky, uncoordinated movements, she straddled his hips, straddling his lap while his cock remained buried in her heat.

"No... I can’t... ahh... I need it... I need YOU!" she sobbed, her voice thick with arousal.

She gripped his massive shoulders for balance and began to ride him.

The motion was clumsy at first, but as she found her rhythm, the force behind her movements increased. She began to bounce on him with increasing desperation, her hips slamming down hard against his pelvis.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

The sound of her wet cunt meeting his groin was wet and obscene.

"Remember your purpose now, Iris," Rex commanded, his hands coming up to grip her waist, not to help her, but to control the intensity of her movements. "Don’t think about your feelings."

"Don’t think about your past... Just focus on my pleasure. Make yourself useful."

"Yes... yes, Rex! Anything! Ahhh! I’ll give you anything!" Iris cried out, her eyes glazed over with lust.

She moved with newfound eagerness, each downward thrust more violent than the last. She wasn’t just riding him; she was worshipping him, her body moving in a frantic, desperate attempt to please the man who had dismantled her.

"Haaah... ahh... mmmff... yes! Fuck me! Take it all!"

Rex threw his head back and erupted into laughter, a loud, triumphant sound that filled the chamber. "Ahahaha~! Look at you! Look at that fucking view!"

He reached up, squeezing her ass hard as she bounced above him. "I can see your cunt sucking me off from here!"

"The way your lips wrap around every inch of me as you slide down... it’s fucking best! You’re doing such a good job, you little slut!"

Iris didn’t even flinch at the insult. Her entire world had narrowed down to the sensation of Rex’s cock filling her and the desperate need to keep moving.

"Nnngh... ahhhh! Yes! I’m yours! I’m your slut! AH AH AHHHHH!" Her moans became a continuous stream of sound, punctuated by the wet, squelching noise of her intense service.

Each time she bottomed out, her entire body shuddered, her breasts bouncing wildly before her next aggressive descent.

Veylor watched from his forced vantage point, his spectral heart breaking anew. He was positioned directly beside Rex’s head, forced to watch Iris’s face as she rode the man who had destroyed them both.

He saw the way her jaw slackened, the way her eyes rolled back, and the way her lips moved in unconscious gratitude for each thrust.

’She’s not even fighting anymore,’ Veylor thought, the realization more painful than any wound. ’She’s not even pretending...’

’She’s... she’s giving herself to him completely.’

’She’s found pleasure in her own degradation.’ He watched as she leaned forward, her sweat-slicked breasts brushing against Rex’s chest as she accelerated her pace, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls as she surrendered everything to the rhythm of Rex’s dominance.