Chapter 974. The Assassin Losing Her Goddamn Mind To Be The Real Slut!**

Chapter 974: 974. The Assassin Losing Her Goddamn Mind To Be The Real Slut!**

The kissing became even more frenzied, a wet, slapping cacophony that sounded like meat being struck.

SMACK. SCHLUP. SLURP.

Their saliva was a constant presence, dripping between their joined lips as they fought for dominance in the kiss. Despite being turned around, Iris’s hips remained in constant, violent motion, her ass bucking backward against Rex’s groin with every thrust.

THUD. SQUELCH. SLAP.

Veylor’s mind was a shattered mirror.

’This is a living nightmare...’ he screamed internally, the words echoing through the hollow chambers of his consciousness. ’Why? Why did I have to see this?’

’Why must I be forced to watch the person I love become a spectacle of degradation?’

’This isn’t real... it can’t be real!’ But the heat from the room, the wet sounds of their coupling, and the raw agony in Iris’s eyes proved it became a blur of flesh hitting flesh—SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP—more real than anything he had ever experienced.

Rex felt Iris’s defiance through her desperate grip on his face, and it only made him more cruel. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to whisper venomous praise into her ear while his hands migrated downward, gripping her ass cheeks so hard his fingerprints would surely leave bruises.

"You’re doing so well, slut," Rex purred, his voice dripping with mockery. "But you’re forgetting something."

"Don’t forget your other pair of lips, either!"

Before Iris could process the threat, Rex abandoned any pretense of rhythm. He grabbed her hips with bruising force and began to thrust with animalistic savagery.

Each stroke was deeper and more violent than the last, each one designed to hit her cervix with the force of a hammer.

CRUNCH. SQUELCH. SLAP.

The sound of his cock slamming into her pussy was deafening in the silent chamber.

"AHHHH! NNNGH! REX STOP! OH GOD, REX!" Iris’s mouth finally tore away from his.

The kiss was broken, replaced by a raw, unfiltered scream of overwhelming sensation. "AAAAHHHHHHH! HNNNNGH! IT’S TOO MUCH! IT’S TOO DEEP! AHHH!"

Her head thrashed from side to side, her hair whipping across her sweat-slicked skin. The sudden loss of the kiss left her exposed, her voice now free to echo her torment.

"MMMMNNNNAAAH! YES! FUCK! FUCK ME! REX, PLEASE! AHHHHH!" Her screams were not merely pleas for mercy; they were the sounds of a woman whose nervous system was overloaded by pleasure and pain simultaneously.

Rex laughed, a deep, guttural sound that harmonized with her screams. "That’s it! Scream for me!"

"Let the whole world hear how much you love being used like this!" He increased the pace until it was a blur of flesh hitting flesh SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, each impact sending Iris into another convulsing spasm.

Veylor watched as Iris’s eyes rolled back, showing only the whites as she reached the precipice of another shattering orgasm. Her mouth remained open in a silent, eternal scream of ecstasy and agony, her gaze locked onto his, making him feel as though she were trying to communicate through the very act of her humiliation.

The wet, sucking sounds of their coupling became a relentless rhythm of destruction, drowning out everything but the sound of Iris’s breaking spirit.

The atmosphere in the room had transcended mere sex; it had become a vortex of primal, destructive energy. Iris was no longer conscious of anything beyond the white-hot friction where their bodies met.

Her breathing came in ragged, desperate gasps that sounded like someone drowning in pleasure.

"My pussy..." Iris whimpered, her voice cracking as she stared helplessly at Veylor’s ghostly form. "Rex... it’s... it’s heating up... oh god, it’s burning! Nnnngh... it’s too hot inside me!"

Rex didn’t respond with words; he responded with violence. His hips became a piston, driving into her with terrifying velocity.

THUD SQUELCH THUD SQUELCH.

The speed was inhuman. Every time he connected, the wet slap of his pelvis against her ass sounded like a gunshot in the confined space.

"Stop... nooo~! Ahhh!"

"Don’t—don’t hit my womb so hard!"

"Rex, please! NNNGH! AHHHHH!" Iris shrieked, her back arching so violently that her spine seemed ready to snap.

Each thrust felt like it was punching through her organs, reaching into the very core of her being.

Veylor watched from the periphery of existence, his spectral form flickering like a dying candle. A desperate, suicidal thought flashed through his mind.

’If I were still alive... if I still had flesh and blood... could I stop this?’

’Could I kill him?’

’Could I end this nightmare?’ But as soon as the thought formed, it was shattered by the sheer brutality of what followed.

Rex seemed to draw strength from her suffering. His muscles bulged, his veins standing out like cords as he shifted into a frenzy that defied physics.

He wasn’t just fucking her anymore; he was trying to break her apart.

"YOU’RE FUCKING ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!" Iris screamed, her voice cracking into a raw, hoarse register. "AHHHHH! REX! YOU’RE A BEAST!"

"OH GOD, STOP! DON’T STOP! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Her screams escalated in volume and pitch, becoming a continuous, piercing wail that tore through the walls of the house, echoing into the night.

It was the sound of a soul being flayed alive by ecstasy.

Veylor’s heart, if he still had one, would have stopped. He watched her face contort, her features twisted into a mask of pure, unbridled sensation.

’There’s no way she can take any more,’ he thought in horror. ’There’s no way she’s getting off from something this painful... this cruel...’

Then, the breaking point arrived.

Iris’s entire body suddenly went rigid. Her eyes flew wide open, pupils contracting to pinpricks before rolling back entirely.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The scream was cut short by a wet, gurgling noise as her body convulsed in a series of violent, uncontrolled spasms.

A torrent of fluid erupted from her, spraying across Rex’s thighs and the sheets below with startling force.

SPLASH. SQUIRT. SHHHH.

She wasn’t just climaxing; she was hemorrhaging pleasure. Between the waves of cumming, she lost all control over her bladder, the warm urine mixing with the frothy evidence of her orgasm, soaking the bed in a shameful, steaming puddle.

SQUELCH. SQUISH. SPLAT.

Veylor stared in paralyzed shock. ’Is she... is she really cumming that hard?’

The sight was obscene: the way her cunt clamped down on Rex in desperate, milking contractions and the way she shook like a dying animal while pissing herself like a common whore. Her body was betraying everything she stood for, drowning in a flood of involuntary fluids and screaming nerve endings.

"YES! LOOK AT YOU!" Rex roared over her screams, his own climax approaching. "Squirting like a fucking fountain!"

"Pissing yourself while I ruin you! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FILTHY, LEAKING SLUT!"

Iris couldn’t even respond. She could only moan a low, guttural, animalistic sound that rumbled from deep in her chest as her body continued to convulse, her legs shaking uncontrollably while Rex prepared to deliver the final, devastating blow to her shattered dignity.

The aftermath of Iris’s convulsion left the air thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and urine. She lay panting, her body twitching with residual aftershocks, her chest heaving as she tried to reclaim some semblance of dignity.

But Rex wasn’t finished with her humiliation. He leaned down close to her ear, his breath hot against her damp skin, his laughter cutting through her labored breathing like a serrated blade.

"Mmm...? "Did I hear something?" Rex mocked, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Did my little martyr actually say she was cumming?"

"Was that a plea for mercy, or were you begging for more?"

Iris’s fingers clawed weakly at the sheets.

"I... I didn’t say..." she gasped out, her voice hoarse and wrecked from screaming. "I didn’t... haaaah! Nnngh--"

Her words died as Rex deliberately drove his cock back into her with a punishing thrust that hit her swollen clit directly. "Aaaah! No!"

"Don’t lie to me, you fucking slut!" Rex barked, his laughter echoing off the walls. "Hahaha! Look at this mess!"

"You’re literally squirting and pissing yourself like a common whore while I fuck you senseless!"

"You love it, don’t you?" He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back to force her to look at the evidence of her own degradation.

Iris’s resistance was crumbling. Her tongue slipped past her lips, lolling out involuntarily as her brain short-circuited from the overwhelming sensory overload.

Her moans changed; they lost their defensive edge and became something darker, something more guttural. "Ahh... ahh... mmmmnnnnnhhh..."

Veylor watched, his ghostly heart breaking.

’No way... it can’t be!’ he screamed internally, his thoughts becoming incoherent. ’Iris, fight it!’

’You can’t succumb to him!’

’Don’t let him win like this! Don’t let him turn you into this!’ But the more he pleaded with her spirit, the more the reality of her body betrayed him.

He couldn’t hear her defiance; all he could hear were the wet, obscene noises of her surrender.