Chapter 993. I Really Hit A Jackpot Indeed! Breeding A Brawler That Has Peak Body!**

Chapter 993: 993. I Really Hit A Jackpot Indeed! Breeding A Brawler That Has Peak Body!**

He held up his slick fingers, watching the moisture drip off them. "All I did was tease you a little..."

"Do you really think I couldn’t tell where your weak spots were?" Rex laughed. "You were making it totally obvious, Aurelia."

"Your body was practically begging me to hit it."

Aurelia lay there, panting heavily, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control of her breathing. Her eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling while tears of overstimulation pricked at the corners.

She felt exposed, hollowed out, and utterly defeated.

Rex reached down, his hands finding her breasts again.

This time, instead of teasing her nipples, he sank his fingers into the soft flesh, squeezing them with enough pressure to make her whimper.

"Sorry about that," he added with a dark chuckle, though there was no real remorse in his tone. "I bullied you a bit too hard there, hahaha!"

"But hey, look at the bright side—you’re all ready to go now."

He leaned down, whispering against her flushed cheek, "Well, you’re all warmed up... let’s get started for real, shall we?"

Without waiting for her consent, which he knew she was too spent to give anyway, Rex grabbed her hips.

With surprising strength, he maneuvered her body, flipping her over and positioning her on her stomach. He pressed her face down into the pillow, forcing her ass up into the air in a vulnerable, inviting position.

"Nnnh... no... wait..." Aurelia managed to moan weakly into the pillow, but the protest was feeble.

The friction of the sheets against her sensitive, hypersensitive skin sent fresh jolts of unwanted pleasure through her.

Rex straddled her lower back, his heavy weight settling over her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her arousal filling the space between them.

"Don’t fight it, Aurelia," he growled, his hands sliding down to grip her hips firmly, bruising the pale skin. "The real fun is just beginning."

Aurelia pressed her face deeper into the pillow, the fabric muffling her words as she fought to maintain some shred of authority even while pinned beneath him.

"We’re clear on this, right!?" she demanded, her voice cracking with residual tremors. "This is a transaction, Rex!"

"Nothing more! As soon as these three days are over, you’re out of our lives for good!"

"You’ll leave Aethelgard, you’ll take your threats with you, and you will never try to attack any of us again! Do you understand me!?"

Rex didn’t even bother to look up at her face. His attention was entirely focused on the prize between his legs.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, you fucking worry wart. Save the legal contracts for after I’m done with you."

His voice was thick with impatience. He shifted his weight, settling himself between her spread thighs.

The heat from his body pressed against her ass, a clear indication of the raw power he wielded. Aurelia could feel the hard, pulsing length of his cock brushing against her sensitive folds as he began to stroke himself.

Schlick... schlick... schlick...

The sound of his palm sliding up and down his cock filled the quiet room, a rhythmic promise of the violation to come.

"Now," Rex groaned, his breath hot against the small of her back, "here goes~!"

Aurelia’s fingers curled into the bedsheets, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the expensive fabric like a lifeline. As she felt him position himself at her entrance, her mind began to fracture, retreating from the physical reality into a desperate fortress of memory and duty.

’I will protect this home,’ she thought fiercely, tears stinging her eyes. ’I will protect this family, regardless of what this monster demands of me.’

But as the first tip of his cock pressed against her swollen entrance, the images she tried to summon became painful. She thought of her husband the way his hands felt when they weren’t demanding something from her, the quiet strength in his smile.

She recalled the Nightwing household, where laughter and safety once filled the halls, now tainted by the presence of this predator.

And then there was Theo. Her heart twisted with a sharp, stabbing guilt.

Her son. She had been so focused on propriety, on expectations, on the ’proper’ way to raise a noble heir, that she had failed to see the boy’s true nature.

She had been right about him all along; he was troubled, he was broken, but she had waited too long to intervene, too long to fix what was rotting beneath the surface.

Now, she was paying the price with her body to save what little remained of their legacy.

’Forgive me, Theo... forgive me, my sweet son...’

"Nnngh—AHHHH!"

The thought was violently severed as Rex drove himself forward. He didn’t ease in; he plunged into her with a single, devastating thrust that bottomed out against her cervix.

PLAP!

Aurelia’s scream was muffled by the pillow, but the sound was primal, a raw cry of surrender and pain. Her body bucked upward, her ass meeting his hips with a wet slap.

"Fuck, you’re tight!" Rex growled, his hips pausing for a second to savor the feeling of her walls clamping around him. "Even after all that teasing, you’re still trying to fight me with your cunt, aren’t you?"

He began to move, each thrust longer and more forceful than the last. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was claiming her, each stroke designed to overwhelm her senses and erase her thoughts.

Schlick thump, schlick thump, schlick thump!

"Mmmph AAAAHHH! HHHNNGH!" Aurelia’s protests turned into incoherent whimpers.

The physical sensation was too overwhelming to allow for coherent thought. Every time he withdrew, she felt a cold emptiness, only to have it replaced by the searing heat of his intrusion.

The friction was intense, the wet sounds of their coupling echoing off the walls like a heartbeat.

"That’s it," Rex whispered darkly, his pace quickening. "Forget about your precious family."

"Forget about your husband! Right now, there’s only this... Only me."

The rhythm became frantic, a brutal assault that left Aurelia gasping for air.

Her mind tried to cling to her duty, to her son, to her husband, but the waves of pleasure and pain Rex’s force upon her was like a tide, washing away every memory until there was nothing left but the present moment—the heat, the wetness, and the terrifying reality of his power.

Aurelia’s mind was a battlefield of conflicting impulses. As the relentless rhythm of Rex’s hips continued to batter her body, she retreated into the darkest corner of her consciousness, offering a silent, desperate prayer to whatever gods might still listen.

’Please... please give me courage,’ she pleaded silently. ’Let me endure this without breaking.’

’Let me keep my soul intact while he takes my body.’

But her plea was met not with divine intervention, but with raw, physical brutality.

Rex suddenly shifted his stance, planting his hands on the mattress beside her hips to gain more leverage.

Without warning, he delivered a thunderous, punishing thrust that drove his cock past her resistance, past her clenching muscles, and slammed directly against her deepest nerve center.

"MMMMMPH—AAAAAAGGHHHH!"

The scream was almost entirely swallowed by the pillow as she reflexively bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, determined not to let out another undignified wail.

Her hands flew from the sheets to the pillows, her fingers clawing at the expensive fabric as she bunched it up in white knuckled fists. Her entire body shuddered violently, her vision swimming with sparks of agony and unwanted, terrifying pleasure.

PLAP!

"Oohhh~! Fuck!" Rex roared, his voice thick with a primal satisfaction. "This thick, meaty pussy is incredible!"

"Holy fucking lust, the cheap sluts around here don’t even compare to you, Aurelia!"

"They’re like fucking water compared to this!"

Aurelia’s eyes flew open, staring wildly at the wall.

’Wha... what is he saying!?’ The insult stung worse than the penetration.

She was a noblewoman, a pillar of Aethelgard society, yet here he was, comparing her body to the common streetwalkers she despised.

Rex didn’t stop. He pulled back until he was nearly out, then drove forward again with renewed ferocity.

"I gotta admit something," he panted, his sweat dripping onto her bare back. "At first, I wasn’t sure about fucking a brawler woman like you."

"I saw those abs, those muscles you’ve got hidden under those noble dresses, and I thought you’d be too stiff."

"But damn... I hit the fucking jackpot!"

Schlick slap! Schlick slap!

Each thrust sounded like a wet whip cracking against her skin. He was relentless, his cock finding every sensitive angle, stretching her to her absolute limit.

"It’s hard to believe this thing’s already popped out a kid!" Rex grunted as he drove deeper, his hips grinding against her ass with bruising force. "This cunt’s been used, but it’s tighter than anything I’ve ever felt!"

The words cut through Aurelia’s defenses like poisoned daggers. Her dignity was being systematically dismantled along with her body.

But even as her mind recoiled in horror at his vulgarity, her body was betraying her in ways she couldn’t control.

’No... no, stop thinking about it...’ she tried to tell herself, but the physical reality was undeniable.

The sheer size of him was terrifying; he felt as though he were touching her spine.

’His cock’s so long...’ her thoughts betrayed her, swirling into a haze of sensory overload. ’It’s so deep... it feels like he’s touching my very soul... oh god, it’s too much!’

"Nnngh... HHHH... AHHH!" A moan escaped her lips despite her best efforts to stifle it.

The sound was broken, wet, and utterly helpless.