Chapter 977. Killing Him Isn’t Enough... So Today’s The Time To Make Him Suffer More**

Chapter 977: 977. Killing Him Isn’t Enough... So Today’s The Time To Make Him Suffer More**

Veylor was no longer a man; he was a wound. His spectral form pulsed with a sickly, unstable light as he watched the rhythmic violence of their coupling.

Every wet thwack of Rex’s pelvis against Iris’s ass felt like a blade twisting in his own ethereal gut. He tried to speak, to protest, to demand some shred of dignity, but all that came out were broken, sobbing gasps.

Rex noticed the weakness and leaned down, his lips brushing against Iris’s sweat-soaked ear while his cock continued its relentless, piston-like assault.

SQUELCH. SLAP. SQUELCH.

"Listen to him, Iris," Rex taunted, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the bed itself. "Listen to your pathetic hero crying like a child!"

"Does he sound like a savior to you?"

"Does he sound like someone worth remembering?"

Iris’s head thrashed against the pillow, her hips bucking upward to meet every devastating thrust. Her eyes, still marked with those obscene pink hearts, flickered toward Veylor with nothing but contempt.

"He sounds... ahhh!... he sounds like nothing!" she shrieked, her voice breaking into a moan as Rex bottomed out inside her. "Nnnngh! He’s pathetic, Rex! So fucking pathetic!"

Veylor flinched as if she had physically struck him. "Iris... how can you say that?"

"After everything we went through?"

"What did we go through, Veylor? We went through failure!" Iris screamed back, her words punctuated by the obscene sounds of their friction.

SHLUCK. SHLUCK. SHLUCK.

"You were weak! You were always weak!"

"You couldn’t even stand against Tremor back then, and you couldn’t save Aethelgard...!"

"You let everyone die while you played at being a hero!"

Rex let out a bark of cruel laughter, his hands gripping Iris’s thighs so hard his knuckles turned white. "That’s right, Iris!"

"Tell him the truth! Tell him how useless he really is!"

"And remember the Legion of Anti-Reincarnators?" Iris continued, her voice rising in a crescendo of bitter ecstasy as Rex picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming shallow and rapid, grinding against her most sensitive spots.

"When they attacked... when you were cornered like a fucking rat, who do you think saved your worthless ass?"

"Who do you think stepped in and cleaned up your mess?" Her hips jerked violently as Rex hit her g spot repeatedly. "AAAAHHH! REX! YES! OH GOD, REX! "

"Me," Rex growled, his teeth bared in a predator’s grin. "I was the one who saved you, Veylor."

"I let you live just so I could watch you suffer like this..."

"I let you keep breathing just so you could witness your own replacement."

"That’s right!" Iris wailed, her climax beginning to stir beneath the onslaught. "You deserve this, Veylor!"

"You deserve to be forgotten...!"

"You deserve to watch from the shadows while the real man takes everything you thought was yours!"

"Look at me! Look at how good he makes me feel!" Iris smiled. "AAAAAHHHHH! REX! FUCK ME! FUCK ME UNTIL I FORGET VEYLOR EVER EXISTED!"

Rex’s thrusts became thunderous, the sound of his cock sliding through her drenched pussy echoing like wet leather snapping in the air.

SLAP. SQUISH. SLAP. SQUISH.

"Hear that, Veylor?" Rex shouted over her screams, his face inches from the weeping ghost’s. "That’s the sound of your replacement claiming his prize!"

"That’s the sound of your legacy being fucked into oblivion!"

Veylor’s screams of protest died in his throat, replaced by a sound of pure, hollow despair. He watched as Iris’s face contorted in pleasure, her mouth open in a lewd moan, her entire being dedicated to the man who had systematically dismantled his entire existence.

She wasn’t just being fucked; she was participating in his execution.

"Nnnngh... ah! Ah! Ah! REX! MORE!"

"MORE OF THAT FILTHY CUM! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Iris’s voice tore through the room as she surrendered completely to the insults and the ecstasy, leaving Veylor to drown in the bitter realization that in her eyes, he was already dead.

Rex’s hips never faltered, maintaining a punishing, metronomic rhythm that kept Iris suspended in a state of perpetual, overwhelming sensation.

The bed creaked ominously under the strain of their bodies, a rhythmic creak-thud, creak-thud that harmonized with the wet, obscene sounds of their coupling.

SHLUCK. SLAP. SQUELCH.

Rex leaned down, his sweat dripping onto Iris’s flushed chest, and grabbed her chin to force her to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with triumph.

"Tell me, Iris," he growled, his voice vibrating against her skin, "who do you belong to now?"

"Say it loud enough so the pathetic ghost can hear you."

Iris’s eyes rolled back briefly before refocusing on Rex, those damning pink hearts pulsing brighter than ever. "I belong to you... ahhh!"

"Nnnngh... I belong to Rex!" she cried out, her voice cracking with desperate need. "Only to you, Rex!"

"My body... my soul... everything! It’s all yours!"

Rex grinned wickedly and thrust upward with enough force to lift her hips off the mattress. "And my cock?"

"How does it feel inside you? Tell me how much better it is than anything that weakling ever gave you."

"It’s... oh god, it’s fucking massive!" Iris screamed, her fingers clawing at Rex’s muscular forearms as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "It’s so big... it’s stretching me apart... mmmmnnnnhh!"

"Veylor never... he never could touch me like this!"

"He was too gentle, too scared! But you... you’re fucking me like you own me!"

Veylor flinched as if he had been physically gutted. He looked at Iris, the woman who had once been a cold, lethal assassin, a woman of steel and discipline, and saw only a hollowed-out shell of lewd desire.

Her sharp cheekbones were flushed red, her lips were swollen and wet, and her entire demeanor had shifted from lethal precision to shameless, drooling need. She wasn’t an assassin anymore; she was a creature of pure, unadulterated lust, Rex’s personal whore.

"Look at her, Veylor!" Rex laughed, the sound echoing off the walls like thunder. "Look at your deadly assassin now!"

"She’s not hunting targets anymore... she’s just hunting for my cock!"

"She’s nothing but a cum-hungry slut who lives to be filled by Tremor!"

Iris let out a hysterical, breathless laugh that mingled with her moans. "Yes! A slut! Your slut, Rex!"

"Fuck, yes! I love being your whore!"

"I love how you use me while he watches!" She turned her head toward Veylor, her expression twisted into something grotesque and satisfied. "Do you see this, Veylor?"

"This is what real power feels like!"

"This is what it feels like to be claimed by someone who actually matters!"

SLAP. SQUISH. SLAP. SQUISH.

The sounds of Rex’s cock hammering into her became faster, more desperate. Each impact sent a spray of saliva and sweat flying.

"Nnngh! Ah! Ah! REX! FUCK ME! RUIN ME COMPLETELY! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Iris’s screams became almost inhuman as she reached for another peak, her body convulsing around Rex’s shaft.

Rex’s laughter grew louder as he watched Veylor’s spectral form begin to crack and fray at the edges. The psychological torment was working better than any spell.

"She’s enjoying every second of your humiliation, Veylor!"

"Every time I thrust, she’s thinking about how much she hates you and how much she craves me!"

"I hate you... ahhh! I hate you so much, Veylor!" Iris screamed, her words punctuated by the wet squelch of Rex’s cock sliding deep into her cunt. "I wish you had died faster!"

"I wish you had died so I could have Rex all to myself sooner!"

"Nnnngh... YES! HARDER! FUCK MY BRAIN OUT!"

Veylor let out a sound that wasn’t even human anymore, a low, gurgling wail of absolute defeat. He watched as the woman he loved openly reveled in his destruction, her moans of ecstasy serving as the final nails in his coffin.

The room was filled with the overwhelming stench of sex, sweat, and the bitter taste of betrayal, all drowned out by the relentless, rhythmic violence of Rex’s climax-seeking assault.