Chapter 975. Now’s The Perfect F-Ing Time To Reveal The Truth About Tremor!**

Chapter 975: 975. Now’s The Perfect F-Ing Time To Reveal The Truth About Tremor!**

With a desperate, almost instinctive need to feel him more deeply, Iris began to shift. Her movements were clumsy, driven by raw need rather than conscious thought.

She maneuvered herself, rotating her body until she was straddling him properly, facing him. Her knees dug into the mattress as she sat upright, her spine arching as she took his full length inside her again.

SQUELCH. SLURP.

"That’s it... ride me like you mean it," Rex commanded, his hands finding her hips to guide her.

Iris began to move. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles before accelerating into a frantic, grinding rhythm.

Her ass slapped against his thighs with wet, rhythmic intensity.

SLAP. SQUISH. SLAP.

She was riding him with a ferocity that spoke of a deep, buried hunger she could no longer suppress.

"OH GOD! REX! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Her screams returned, louder than before, filling every corner of the house. "I CAN’T... NNNGH--I CAN’T STOP!"

"IT FEELS TOO GOOD! AAAAAHHHHHHH!"

The sounds were undeniable. Each thrust produced a loud, wet THWACK as their bodies collided.

The squelching noise of her overstimulated cunt sliding up and down his cock was relentless: SHLUCK, SHLUCK, SHLUCK. Her moans were no longer screams of pain; they were high-pitched, melodic cries of ecstasy that cut through Veylor’s despair.

Veylor was drowning in the soundscape of her betrayal. Every wet smack of her ass, every obscene squelch of her fluids, and every euphoric scream she hurled at the ceiling was a nail in the coffin of his hope.

She wasn’t just enduring Rex anymore; she was chasing him. She was riding him like a woman possessed by lust, her body language screaming what her lips refused to admit: that she had fallen completely under his spell.

Rex’s patience for her riding had finally evaporated, replaced by a need to dominate every aspect of her climax. Grunting with exertion, he shifted his weight, sitting upright on the edge of the bed and hauling Iris upward.

He grabbed her by the waist with bruising strength, taking complete control of the rhythm. Now, he wasn’t just responding to her; he was driving her.

He began to fuck her with a relentless, piston-like brutality that left no room for air.

THUD. SQUELCH. THUD. SQUELCH.

"Come on, Iris!" Rex roared, his voice thick with the approaching storm of his own release. "Let me see that lewd face of yours!"

"Let me see how broken you are before I cum deep inside your filthy pussy!"

"Show me how much you want it!"

Iris’s head thrashed wildly. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, sweat streaming down her neck as her mouth hung open in a permanent state of shock.

"Shhtoopp... ahhhh~! Mnuuaahh~! Rex, please! Nnnngh!"

"Too fast! It’s too much! AHHHHHHH!" Her screams were incoherent, fragmented by the sheer force of each impact.

Every time his pelvis slammed against hers, a wet, meaty sound echoed through the room, SLAP SQUISH, followed immediately by her high-pitched vocalizations.

"Mmmmnnnngh! Ah! Ah! Ah! REX! OH GOD, REX!" She was convulsing, her inner muscles clamping around him like a vice.

The friction was generating a frothy lather of arousal and sweat that made every movement sound obscene:

SHLUCK. SHLUCK. SHLUCK.

Veylor watched through a haze of spiritual agony. His entire existence felt like it was being flayed.

He watched her eyes glaze over and saw the way her body arched in a way that was pure, unadulterated surrender. ’Iris, please... stop...’

’Come back to me...’ he pleaded silently, but his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of her ecstasy.

"I can’t... I can’t hold back anymore...!" Iris shrieked, her voice breaking into a raw, desperate wail. "I’M GOING TO... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

At that moment, Iris completely shattered. Her eyes rolled back so far that only the whites were visible, her head snapping back as her entire body locked in a state of catastrophic climax.

She wasn’t just cumming; she was exploding. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her scream was a continuous, soul-piercing note that seemed to vibrate the very foundations of the house. Her pussy began to spasm with such violence that the wet sounds became a rapid-fire staccato.

SPLUTTER! SQUELCH! SPLUTTER!

Seeing her completely undone, Rex let out a primal roar. "THAT’S IT! TAKE IT ALL!"

With several final, devastating thrusts that sounded like bones cracking against flesh, he buried himself as deep as humanly possible, his cock grinding against her cervix. "RAAAAAAAGH!"

A massive, hot torrent of cum erupted from him, pumping into her with enough force to make her stomach visibly distend.

SPLURT. SPLURT. SPLURT.

The sensation of being filled so violently sent Iris into another fresh wave of climax. Instead of pulling away, she collapsed forward, her arms wrapping around Rex’s neck in a desperate, possessive embrace.

"OH GOD! YES! YESSSS!"

"FUCK ME! FILL ME UP! AHHHHHHH!" she screamed while simultaneously sobbing with pleasure, her face buried in his shoulder as she continued to cum in waves, her body shaking against his.

She was hugging him, the man who had just destroyed her, as if he were her savior, her body still convulsing around his cock as it emptied itself into her womb.

Veylor felt a coldness more profound than death. He saw her, his Iris, the woman he knew, clinging to Rex like a lifeline, her body slick with sweat, urine, and cum, her voice hoarse from screaming his name in pleasure.

She had lost herself completely. She wasn’t fighting anymore; she was confronting her tormentor.

He was forced to witness the ultimate desecration: not just the violation of her body, but the complete, ecstatic betrayal of her soul.

Rex’s chest rumbled with a deep, mocking laughter that vibrated through Iris’s sensitive body. Even as she clung to him, her breathing ragged and her body still twitching from the aftermath of her climax, Rex remained hard, his massive cock still buried to the hilt inside her throbbing, cum-slicked cunt.

He could feel her internal muscles still milking him, each involuntary spasm a wet squelch against his shaft.

"Look at him, Iris," Rex purred, his voice carrying a sinister edge as he tilted his head to stare directly at the flickering, broken specter of Veylor. "Look at your hero..."

"Look at the man who couldn’t protect you..."

"He’s nothing now but a pathetic shadow, watching his precious girl turn into my personal cum bucket."

Rex’s laughter grew louder, more deranged. He could see the last vestiges of hope draining from Veylor’s eyes.

The ghost’s shoulders slumped, his ethereal form wavering as if he were physically crumbling under the weight of the humiliation.

"But there’s one more thing you should know before I finish her off properly..."

"And of course... before I pump enough seed into that womb to make sure she carries my legacy forever," Rex said, his tone shifting from mockery to something colder, something ancient. "You’ve been hunting a ghost, Veylor."

"But the monster you’ve been looking for... has been right in front of you."

Veylor’s head lifted slightly, confusion flickering through his pain. "What... what are you talking about?"

"I am Tremor," Rex declared.

The air in the room suddenly grew heavy, the pressure dropping as if an earthquake were imminent. Violet black energy began to swirl around Rex’s face.

The skin began to ripple like disturbed water, stone-like growths erupting from his cheekbones and forehead. Earth magic coalesced, hardening into a jagged, terrifying mask that mimicked the ancient villain Veylor had feared for years.

The transformation was visceral, accompanied by the sound of grinding rock and cracking soil: CRUNCH. GRIND. RUMBLE.

Veylor let out a sound that wasn’t quite a scream; it was a choked gasp of pure, unadulterated terror. "No... no, that’s impossible!"

"Tremor was dead... he’s already dead!" Veylor’s body starts shaking hard. "You... You’re lying!"

"You’re just a lying bastard trying to break me!"

Iris, still draped over Rex’s shoulder, let out a weak, dazed moan as Rex’s hips gave a possessive, slow thrust inside her. "Nnngh... Rex... what... what is he saying?"

"Ahh... mmmmnnnhh..." Her mind was too clouded by endorphins to process the revelation; her body was still seeking the friction of his cock.

"I AM NOT LYING, YOU FOOL!" Rex roared, the Tremor mask amplifying his voice into something tectonic and earth-shaking. "Tremor is the one who orchestrated the fall of Aethelgard!"

"Tremor is the one who slaughtered your comrades while you watched helplessly! And Tremor is the one who slit your throat while you begged for mercy!"