Chapter 976. Iris Knew All Along...? But It’s Too Late... She’s Blinded By My Prime!**

Chapter 976: 976. Iris Knew All Along...? But It’s Too Late... She’s Blinded By My Prime!**

The revelation hit Veylor like a physical blow. His spectral form convulsed as memories, sharp, bloody, and terrifying, rushed back to him.

The cold steel against his neck, the laughter in the dark, the feeling of his life draining into the dirt.

"YOU MONSTER!" Veylor finally screamed, the sound tearing from his throat like something dying. "YOU FILTHY, DECEITFUL SHIT!"

"YOU KILLED THEM ALL! YOU KILLED ME!"

"YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME... JUST TO PLAY THIS GAME?!" His anger flared, a sickly green light pulsing through his form. "I’LL TEAR YOU APART!"

"I’LL DRAG YOU TO HELL MYSELF, YOU COWARDLY BASTARD!"

Veylor’s rage was impotent, a storm without wind. He threw his spectral hands forward in a desperate attempt to strike Rex, but his hands passed through the man’s muscular back like smoke through air.

"Try it, little ghost," Rex mocked, deliberately grinding his hips forward.

SQUISH. SLAP.

The sound of his cock sliding through Iris’s drenched pussy was obscene in the face of Veylor’s fury. "But you can’t touch what you’ve already lost."

"You can’t save her... and you can’t kill me..." Rex smirked. "All you can do is watch as I claim her body, her soul, and her future."

Rex leaned back, gripping Iris’s ass cheeks and pulling her harder against his cock. "Now, be quiet, Iris..."

"I want to hear you scream one more time before I plant my seed deep enough to change your life forever."

"Fuck me harder! AAAAAHHHHH!" Iris screamed again, her defiance completely replaced by the desperate need to be filled, her cries echoing Veylor’s rage as she surrendered completely to the monster wearing his enemy’s face. "Ahhh! Yes! Yes, Rex!"

Veylor’s spectral form began to flicker violently, his energy destabilizing as his anguish reached a breaking point. "IRIS! STOP IT!"

"STOP THIS INSTANT!" he shrieked, his voice cracking with desperation. "Can’t you see who he is?!"

"That isn’t Rex! That is Tremor! The butcher of Aethelgard!"

"The monster who tore our lives apart and slit my throat while I bled out in the dirt! He’s not loving you... it’s more like he’s desecrating you!"

"Iris, please, look at me! Fight him!"

The room was a hellish tableau of conflicting sounds: Veylor’s agonized screams, Rex’s grinding, tectonic laughter, and the wet, obscene sounds of Iris’s body still reacting to the cock buried inside her.

SHLUCK. SQUELCH. SLAP.

Iris’s head lolled to the side. Her hair was matted with sweat, sticking to her flushed cheeks. When she finally turned her gaze toward Veylor, the sight was more terrifying than Rex’s stone mask.

Her eyes weren’t the clear, sharp eyes he remembered; they were glazed, unfocused, and possessed by a terrifying corruption. Inside each pupil, a faint, pulsating pink heart symbol glowed, the mark of complete, lewd submission.

Her face was swollen, her lips bitten raw, looking utterly ’fucked up’ by the relentless pleasure Rex had forced upon her.

"Iris...?" Veylor whispered, his voice breaking. "Iris, please..."

A slow, delirious smile spread across her face.

"I know who he is, Veylor," she rasped, her voice dripping with a honeyed, sinful decay. "I’ve always known."

Veylor froze. "What? You... you knew?"

"I don’t care," she interrupted, her voice rising into a breathless moan as Rex gave her a deliberate, punishing thrust. "AAAAHHH!"

"Nnngh... Rex... yes... right there..." She turned her head back to Rex, nuzzling against his neck while her hips involuntarily bucked against his cock. "I don’t care about Aethelgard..."

"I don’t care about honor... and I don’t care about the past."

She looked back at Veylor one last time, her expression one of chilling indifference. "All I care about now... is this."

"This massive cock that’s about to fuck me until I can’t walk..."

"The cock that’s going to fill me up so full I’ll be carrying his child before the sun rises." Her smile turned cruel, almost mocking. "So, Veylor... I do hope you rest in peace."

"Because right now... I don’t want a hero..."

"I want to get ruined by Rex’s cock... or should I say... the one who killed my ex-boyfriend."

The silence that followed her words was more deafening than Rex’s laughter.

"No..." Veylor whimpered. "No, no, no..."

"That’s my girl," Rex growled, his voice echoing with the dual tones of a man and a demon. "Now, let’s make sure you remember this feeling when your belly starts to grow with my seed."

With a violent lunge, Rex began to fuck her again with renewed savagery.

THUD. SQUELCH. THUD.

The sound of his cock slamming into her cum-soaked cunt was thunderous. "OH GOD! YES! REX! TREMOR! FUCK ME! RUIN ME!"

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Iris screamed, her voice cracking as she descended back into the abyss of ecstasy. "FILL ME UP! MAKE ME YOURS! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Veylor couldn’t take it anymore. The betrayal was too absolute.

The woman he loved had not only surrendered to his killer but had also chosen the killer over his memory. The cognitive dissonance shattered his remaining will.

A raw, keening wail escaped his lips, not a scream of anger but a sound of pure, broken grief. His spectral form began to collapse inward, tears of ectoplasm streaming down his face as he curled into a ball of shimmering agony.

He snapped. The hero of Aethelgard was gone, replaced by a sobbing, broken husk of a ghost, weeping silently as the wet, rhythmic sounds of Iris’s degradation played like a funeral dirge in his ears.

SLAP. SQUISH. SLAP. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

As if amused by the absolute annihilation of Veylor’s spirit, the jagged stone mask began to crack and dissolve. The earth magic receded from Rex’s face, revealing his handsome, cruel features once more, though his eyes still burned with the predatory malice of Tremor.

The moment the stone vanished, Iris lunged at him. Her mouth crashed against his in an aggressive, desperate kiss, her tongue seeking his with a hunger that was almost violent.

She tasted of sweat and salt, her kiss as filthy and uninhibited as her body.

"Mmmph... ahhh... oh god, Rex," she broke the kiss to gasp for air but immediately wrapped her arms around his neck again, clinging to him like a drowning woman to a lifeline.

She pulled him close, grinding her soaked cunt against his cock as he continued to drive into her with punishing force.

SQUELCH. SLAP. SQUELCH.

Rex didn’t stop his assault; he simply tilted his head to glance at the weeping specter of Veylor. His laughter was cold and sharp, cutting through Veylor’s pathetic sobs.

"Look at you, Veylor! Look at what happens to heroes!" Rex mocked, each word punctuated by a vicious thrust that made Iris cry out. "I killed you once, and now I’m killing everything you ever loved!"

"I didn’t just take your life, but I took your legacy! I’m fucking your ex-girlfriend into submission while you watch from the sidelines like the useless coward you are!"

"You... you monster..." Veylor’s voice was barely a whimper through his tears.

"I’m more than a monster... I’m your replacement!" Rex roared, his hips slamming into her with bone-deep impact. "Look at her, Veylor!"

"She’s not Iris anymore... She’s just a slut who only cares about how big my cock is!" Rex laughed. "She’s forgotten your name, she’s forgotten your face. All she knows is the feeling of me stretching her open!"

"Yes! Yes, he’s right! Ahhh! Nnnngh... Rex, please, don’t stop!"

"Harder! FUCK ME HARDER!" Iris screamed, her voice hoarse from hours of climaxing.

Her body was completely wrecked, her skin flushed and slick, but she demanded more.

Rex grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, and abruptly pushed her backward. Iris fell onto the bed with a soft thud, her legs splaying open involuntarily.

Without missing a beat, Rex climbed over her, straddling her thighs and pinning her down in a brutal mating press. He drove his full weight into her, his chest crushing hers, forcing her legs up past her shoulders so he could access every inch of her swollen interior.

SHLUCK. THWACK. SHLUCK.

The sound of their coupling became even more intense in this position. The wet friction of his cock sliding against her overstimulated walls sounded like something being torn apart.

"Aaaaahhhhhh! Oh fuck! Rex!"

’Right there! Mmmmnnnnhhh!" Iris’s back arched off the mattress as she took the full force of his weight and his cock.

Rex grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, while his other hand gripped her chin. He forced her to look up, forcing her to meet Veylor’s broken gaze.

"See this, Veylor? Look at her face!" Rex commanded.

They both stared at the ghost. Rex’s face was split by a wide, demonic grin, his eyes alight with the triumph of a conqueror. Beside him, Iris’s face was a picture of complete, corrupted satisfaction.

Her eyes remained glazed, the faint pink hearts still pulsing within her pupils, her lips parted and wet, a dazed, lewd smile plastered across her features as she stared at the man who had destroyed her past. She looked utterly broken, utterly claimed, and utterly happy in her degradation.

"She’s mine now, Veylor," Rex whispered, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, and more relentless.

SLAP. SQUISH. SLAP. SQUISH.

"And she loves every second of it."

"Nnnngh... ah! Ah! Ah! REX! YES! YESSSS!" Iris’s screams echoed through the room as Rex continued to pound into her, each thrust sending vibrations through her entire body, while Veylor could only watch, trapped in a nightmare of his own making.