Chapter 972. I’ll Just Have To Muffle Her With My Kiss... And She’ll Submit!**

Chapter 972: 972. I’ll Just Have To Muffle Her With My Kiss... And She’ll Submit!**

The chamber seemed to grow hotter, the air thickening with the scent of arousal and the raw, primal energy Rex was exuding. In a sudden, desperate bid to maximize the friction and the visual humiliation, Iris straightened her torso.

Her back arched unnaturally as she raised both hands, interlacing her fingers behind her head. This position exposed everything: the vulnerable curve of her throat, the full swell of her breasts, and most importantly, the way her hips and ass moved in stark, unfiltered display.

She began to move with a new kind of focused intensity. Without the support of her arms, she had to rely entirely on the strength of her core and hips to drive herself down onto him.

Her ass cheeks quivered with every violent descent, the muscles working overtime to maintain the punishing rhythm.

"Noo... mmnnngh... no..." her mouth continued to protest, a weak, reflexive denial that contradicted every muscle twitching in her body. "I... I hate this... ahhh... mnnnnuuuu!"

Despite her words, her hips swiveled with increasing skill, grinding against Rex’s cock with a wet, sucking desperation that made the sound of their coupling almost deafening.

SQUELCH. SLAP. SQUELCH.

Rex was in his element, his eyes blazing with sadistic triumph. "That’s it!"

"Show me everything!" he roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "Keep shaking those hips, slut!"

"I want to see every inch of you working for me! And moan louder!"

"I want to hear you screaming my name while you beg for more!"

Iris obeyed as if her life depended on it because in her mind, it did.

"AHHHH! REX! OH GOD, REX!" she screamed, her voice cracking from the strain. "Mnnn... ahhh... HNNNGH! YES! MORE!"

"FUCK ME HARDER!" Her moans became primal screams of ecstasy mixed with terror, each one punctuated by the wet impact of her pelvis slamming against his.

Veylor watched, paralyzed by a new level of psychological torment. Rex had reached up, his large hands finding Iris’s sensitive breasts.

With a cruel grin, he pinched her nipples between his fingers, squeezing them hard and then pulling them sharply, forcing her to arch her back even further.

"Ahhhh! Nnngh! Mmmff!" Iris cried out, the sharp sting of pain only adding fuel to the fire of her arousal.

Her body bucked involuntarily, her pussy clamping down on Rex’s cock in a series of rhythmic, milking spasms.

Veylor felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out. The sight of her nipples being tormented while she rode the man who had enslaved her was too much.

But it was the realization that followed that truly shattered him.

’No way...’ his thoughts spiraled into darkness. ’She’s not just submitting to save me...’

’She’s... she’s destroying herself deliberately.’

’She’s degrading every sacred part of who she is, breaking every vow she ever took, just to keep my soul intact.’

A horrifying thought pierced through his grief: ’Is she doing this to meet me again?’

’Is she willing to become this broken, this shameless, just so she can find me in the afterlife?’

’And is she doing it knowing that when she finally reaches me, I’ll have to witness what she became?’

’Is she breaking herself just to make me suffer like this forever?’

The cruelty of it was unimaginable. Her sacrifice wasn’t just her body; it was her identity.

She was erasing Iris to preserve Veylor.

"Look at her!" Rex laughed, his fingers still twisting her nipples as she continued her frantic, obscene dance above him. "Look at how she begs! And how she grinds!"

"She’s not even a woman anymore; she’s just a fucking machine designed to take my cock!"

"Mnnnuuuu... ahhh... yes... ahhh!" Iris’s voice was almost gone, reduced to breathless, high-pitched whimpers and guttural moans.

Her hips moved in a blur of motion, the sound of her cunt working over him, squish, squelch, and slap, filling the space between her desperate cries. She was trapped in a hell of her own making, riding toward a climax that felt less like pleasure and more like an execution, all while Veylor’s tortured soul bore witness to every humiliating second.

...

The air in the chamber felt thick enough to choke on, saturated with the overwhelming musk of sweat, sex, and desperation. Iris was beyond the point of mere exhaustion; she was vibrating with a kind of frenzied, neurological overload.

Her hips continued their punishing descent, but her coordination was fraying at the edges.

"...ten... eleven... twel--AHHHH! NNNGH!" Her voice broke into a strangled cry as Rex deliberately shifted his weight, angling his hips to drive his cock upward with renewed, aggressive force. "This... this is impossible!"

"Mnnnngh... I can’t... I can’t go on like this!"

She felt as though she were being split open from the inside out. Every time she thought she had reached her limit, Rex would surge upward, his cock seeming to grow thicker, harder, and more relentless within her.

It felt like he was physically expanding to claim every microscopic corner of her cunt, stretching her walls until they burned. "It’s too much... Rex, please... ahh!"

"Mnnnuuuuuuuu! It’s ruining me... you’re ruining my pussy... ahh! Haaah... mmmph!"

Her protests were becoming increasingly incoherent. The line between her terror and her climax had blurred into a single, terrifying sensation.

Her voice was losing its shape, dissolving into raw, animalistic sounds that she couldn’t recognize as her own. "Nnngh... ah... ah... FUCK! REX! OH GOD!"

Rex watched her unravel with the fascination of a scientist observing a specimen breaking under pressure. He could see the way her pupils were blown wide, the way her lips trembled as she struggled to maintain the pretense of resistance.

"Oh? Can’t control your voice anymore, can you?" Rex mocked, his voice dripping with venomous amusement.

He could hear the wet, sucking sounds of her cunt struggling to contain him as she bounced SQUELCH, SLAP, SQUELCH, each impact sending fresh waves of torment through her. "You’re making such pathetic, needy noises!"

"It’s almost like you’ve forgotten you’re supposed to be refusing me...!"

Iris could only shake her head weakly, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. "No... I... ahhh... mnnnngh... I hate... ahhh... I love--NO!"

"I hate it!" The contradiction tore through her as her climax began to bubble up like molten lava.

"Looks like you’re getting a little too loud for my liking," Rex said, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "And since you’re having such trouble keeping those filthy mouth noises under control... don’t worry."

"I’ll muffle them with a kiss." His eyes darkened with malice. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you, whore?"

"To have me shut you up while I fuck the life out of you?"

Before she could even gasp a reply, Rex reached up, his large hand cupping the back of her neck with crushing strength. He yanked her face down toward his. Iris’s mouth opened in a startled cry.

"Ah—!" but it was immediately smothered by the brutal force of his mouth crashing against hers.

The kiss was not one of affection; it was an act of conquest. He invaded her mouth as violently as he invaded her cunt, his tongue forcing its way past her lips to claim her breath.

Iris let out a muffled scream against his lips, "Mmmmmph!! Nnnngh!!" Her body convulsing in surprise.

The combination of the gagging kiss and the relentless pounding below was too much for her system to bear. As Rex ground his hips upward, his cock punching deep against her womb while his mouth sealed hers shut, Iris’s entire body seized.

Her back arched into a bow, her fingers clawing uselessly at his shoulders.

"Mmmmnnnnngggghhhhhh!!!!" The sound was trapped behind his lips, a vibration of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and agony that rumbled through both their bodies.

Her cunt clamped down on him in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions—squish, squelch, squish—as she finally broke, her orgasm tearing through her while Rex laughed against her mouth, savoring the taste of her surrender.

Veylor watched through the haze of his own despair, seeing Iris’s eyes roll back into her skull as she was silenced by the very man who was destroying her. He witnessed her surrendering her voice, her breath, and her dignity simultaneously, reducing her to nothing more than a vessel for Rex’s cruelty.