Chapter 978. The First Nightwing That I Impregnated Is Complete!**

Chapter 978: 978. The First Nightwing That I Impregnated Is Complete!**

Rex’s thrusts became seismic, each one driving Iris’s body further into the mattress as if he were trying to punch through her and into the bed beneath. His eyes locked onto Veylor’s crumbling form with a predatory hunger that promised something far worse than death.

The air in the room seemed to thicken with the scent of arousal and malice.

"You think this is the end, Veylor?" Rex roared, his voice carrying the unnatural resonance of Tremor’s power. "You think you’ve seen the worst of what I can do to your precious little world?"

He delivered three rapid-fire thrusts, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, that made Iris’s eyes roll so far back only the whites showed. "Right now, in this very moment, I am going to fuck Iris so hard, so deep, that her body has no choice but to accept what I give her."

"I’m going to fuck her until she’s swollen with my seed..."

"I’m going to make her pregnant with my legacy while you watch every single drop hit her womb!"

Veylor’s eyes widened in horror. "No... no, you can’t! Iris, please, don’t let him—"

Veylor tried to lunge forward, his spectral hands reaching out as if he could somehow tear Iris away from the monster consuming her. But as he moved, an invisible force slammed into him.

A wave of dark, crushing telekinetic energy seized his ethereal form, pinning him mid-air like an insect on a board. He was suspended inches above the floor, frozen in a posture of helpless agony.

"Don’t bother struggling, little ghost," Rex sneered, not even looking away from Iris. "I want you to stay exactly where you are."

"I want you to have a front-row seat to your own replacement’s coronation."

With the telekinetic grip holding Veylor captive, Rex increased the violence of his movements. He abandoned any semblance of rhythm for pure, unbridled savagery.

SHLUCK THWACK! SHLUCK THWACK!

The sound was wet, heavy, and obscene. Iris was no longer just moaning; she was shrieking, her voice raw from the relentless stimulation.

"AAAAHHHHHH! YES! YES, REX!"

"FILL ME! OH GOD, FILL ME UP!" Iris screamed, her hips bucking frantically against him. "I WANT IT!"

"I WANT YOUR SEED INSIDE ME!"

"MAKE ME PREGNANT! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER! NNNGH AAAAHHH!" Her body convulsed as she spiraled into another climax, her internal muscles clamping down on Rex’s cock like a vice.

Rex’s breathing became labored, his muscles corded and straining. "Here it comes, Veylor!"

"Here comes the end of your hope!" he bellowed.

His thrusts became short, piston-like stabs that sounded like meat being tenderized.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP!

"I’m unleashing everything! Every drop of my power, every ounce of my seed, straight into the cunt of the woman who used to love you!"

"OH GOD! REX! REX! REX!" Iris’s screams reached a fever pitch as she felt the buildup, her entire body shaking with the force of her own climax and the impending flood. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE! "

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Veylor could do nothing but watch, trapped by the telekinetic pressure that felt like it was crushing his very essence. He saw Rex’s face contort in a mask of primal triumph as he prepared to unleash his torrent.

The room seemed to vibrate with the sheer intensity of the moment; the wet sounds of Iris’s degradation, her desperate pleas for his seed, and Rex’s thunderous laughter all merging into one horrific symphony of betrayal.

The ghost could only weep silently as the shadow of Rex’s climax loomed over them like an approaching storm.

The air in the room seemed to ignite as Rex reached his breaking point. His muscles locked, his veins standing out like cords of steel across his chest and shoulders.

[READY TO BE FERTILIZED!]

With one final, earth-shattering thrust that drove his pelvis so hard against Iris that it sounded like bone meeting bone (CRACK THUD), he unleashed the flood.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Iris’s scream wasn’t just a sound; it was a primal release that tore through her vocal cords.

Her back arched so violently her spine threatened to snap, her toes curling inward as the first hot jet of Rex’s seed erupted inside her. It felt like liquid fire pouring into her deepest depths.

The sheer volume of it was impossible, a torrent of hot, thick cum that filled her womb in seconds. "OH GOD! REX! IT’S SO MUCH! OHHHH AAAAAHHHH!"

Her screams faded into ragged, breathless gasps as the overwhelming sensation overloaded her nervous system. Her eyes rolled back, those obscene pink hearts pulsing one last time before her eyelids fluttered shut.

As she drifted into unconsciousness, a dazed, blissful smile remained plastered on her swollen lips. In that fading moment of consciousness, she felt the unmistakable, magical heat of Rex’s seed claiming her, the sensation of her egg being fertilized by the most powerful being she had ever known.

She died to her old self, reborn as the vessel for his legacy, utterly satisfied in her corruption.

Rex didn’t stop immediately; he held himself inside her for several long seconds, letting his cock pulse repeatedly inside her cunt as he drained every last drop of his essence into her.

"There," Rex growled, his voice thick with post-orgasmic satisfaction. "Now you’re truly mine, Iris..."

"Carried by my seed."

[YOU’VE SUCCESSFULLY IMPREGNATED IRIS MORR NIGHTWING!]

Slowly, almost mockingly, Rex began to withdraw. As his massive, still throbbing cock slid out of her slick, overfilled entrance, the vacuum created by his exit caused a spectacular reaction.

With a wet, explosive sound, SPLURT, the accumulated torrent of semen began to gush out of Iris’s gaping entrance. Thick, white streams of cum blasted out, flooding the sheets beneath her and spilling over her thighs in a lewd display of excess.

Iris’s body twitched slightly as she lay there, limp and broken, but her face remained twisted in that fucked-up expression of pure, debased ecstasy.

She looked like a doll that had been played with too roughly, utterly wrecked, yet wearing the smile of someone who had found heaven in hell.

Rex turned his attention back to Veylor, who remained suspended in midair by the invisible telekinetic chains. The ghost’s face was a mask of absolute, soul-crushing depression.

His eyes were hollow, staring at the carnage, at the woman he loved now reduced to a leaking, cum-soaked vessel, and at the monster who had orchestrated it all. Veylor didn’t even cry anymore; he simply existed as a monument to failure.

Rex threw his head back and laughed, a deep, booming sound that shook the very foundations of the room. "Look at it, Veylor!"

"Look at the mess I made of your life!" As he laughed, the jagged stone fragments of Tremor’s mask began to materialize out of thin air, swirling around his face like deadly embers. "This is your reward for being weak!"

"This is what happens when you try to stand against true power!"

The stone fused to his skin with a grinding sound, CRUNCH, and as the mask fully reformed over his features, his eyes glowed with a hellish light. The transformation was complete.

Rex stood over the unconscious Iris and the broken Veylor, a god of destruction who had not only conquered their bodies but had utterly annihilated their spirits, leaving nothing behind but the stench of cum and the echoes of his cruel triumph.