Chapter 1098. Two Rounds Still Isn’t Enough! Let’s Go For Ten More!**

Chapter 1098: 1098. Two Rounds Still Isn’t Enough! Let’s Go For Ten More!**

The violence of the act escalated to a fever pitch. Rex’s hips were moving with such mechanical, relentless force that the entire bed frame began to rattle against the floorboards.

THWACK SQUELCH! THWACK SQUELCH!

Each impact sounded like wet meat being slapped against stone, the noise filling the room alongside Morwenna’s ragged, broken cries.

The sheer intensity of the pounding forced Morwenna to react instinctively. Her left leg, already weak, lifted on its own, hooking higher around Rex’s shoulder to give him an even clearer path to her deepest core.

The position exposed her completely, leaving her utterly defenseless against his onslaught.

As her body bucked involuntarily, her mind retreated into a fortress of grim resolve.

’That’s why...’ she thought, her eyes glazing over as she stared at the wall, tears blurring her vision. ’A man like this... he cannot be allowed anywhere near my family.’

’I cannot let him touch them with that monstrous need.’

A wave of grief washed over her as a memory surfaced: the sight of Iris and Aurelia, their bellies already beginning to swell, carrying the evidence of Rex’s relentless potency. ’It’s already too late for them... Iris and Aurelia are already pregnant because of this cock.’

’His seed has already taken root in them.’ Her heart twisted with a mix of shame and protective fury. ’But I won’t make the same mistake again.’

’I will not let him spread this corruption further.’

’I have to protect the Nightwing household... I will become the shield.’

’I will use myself as a sacrifice for this monster so he has nothing left to take from anyone else!’

’I will protect them all... no matter what...!’

In a moment of weakness, her gaze drifted sideways, her eyes catching the sight of Rex’s back—a broad, terrifying landscape of corded muscle and sweat-slicked skin. He looked less like a man and more like some ancient, carnal deity carved from obsidian.

He was beautiful in the most horrific way possible, a perfect specimen of pure, unadulterated drive.

Rex, hyper attuned to her every movement, sensed her momentary distraction. He felt her muscles shift as she glanced at him, and his predatory instincts flared.

"Oh? Looking at me again, Morwenna?"

"Want to see more of what’s breaking you?" he growled, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He reached down, his massive hands gripping both sides of her ass cheeks with crushing force, digging his fingers into the flesh to anchor her.

Then, he began to pound harder and faster than ever before.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The speed was dizzying. His thrusts became a blur of motion, each one driving deeper than the last.

"Fuck yes! Take it all!"

"Show me how much you can endure before you break completely!" Rex roared, his breathing coming in guttural snarls.

"AAAAHHHHHHH! REX! STOP!"

"PLEASE! HNNNNGH! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Morwenna’s screams became a continuous, high-pitched wail.

Her body was being jackhammered, her spine arching painfully as she was tossed back and forth by his power. Her cunt felt like it was being torn apart by the sheer friction, yet the involuntary pleasure response kept triggering devastating waves of climax that left her gasping for air.

SQUELCH THWACK! SQUELCH THWACK!

"Yes! That’s it!"

"Scream until your throat bleeds!" Rex commanded, his hips working like pistons.

He was relentless, a machine of flesh and desire that knew no fatigue. "You’re my shield now, aren’t you?!"

"My perfect, breaking toy!"

Morwenna could only writhe beneath him, her screams echoing through the house as she fought the battle within her own mind.

She would endure this; she would endure every thrust, every humiliation, every drop of cum if it meant she could stand as the final barrier between this sexual hurricane and the family she loved.

The relentless pounding finally reached its crescendo. Rex’s breathing became a series of ragged, animalistic grunts as his muscles coiled tight, tendons standing out like steel cables across his back.

"I’m... I’m gonna—! HERE IT COMES!" he roared, his voice cracking with primal release.

With a final, bone-deep thrust that seemed to bottom out against her very womb, Rex suddenly wrenched himself out of her. The sound was wet and explosive: SHLUCK! as his cock slipped free from her overstimulated cunt.

"OH GOD! FUCK!" Rex bellowed as he unleashed.

A massive, pressurized torrent of semen erupted from him. Because of the angle and the force, it didn’t just spill; it sprayed.

Thick, white ropes of cum lashed across Morwenna’s ass cheeks, splattering across her lower back and cascading up toward her spine. Some of it even flung forward, speckling her pale skin and catching strands of her hair.

Rex collapsed forward slightly, panting, but his laughter rumbled deep in his chest as he watched the aftermath. "Hahaha! Look at you!"

"Look at what you’ve become, Morwenna!"

He wasn’t looking at her face; his hungry eyes were fixed downward, transfixed by her pussy. Her body was still caught in the aftershocks of her repeated climaxes. Her swollen folds were twitching spasmodically, and she couldn’t stop squirting.

Splurt... splurt... squelch...

The stream of her own juices was so constant it looked like a miniature waterfall spilling from her core, soaking the sheets beneath her. The pale fabric was already darkened and heavy, forming a spreading puddle where her arousal mingled with the white streaks of his cum.

Morwenna lay there, utterly spent, her body splayed out like a broken doll. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale a shaky wheeze.

She felt hollow, used, and completely exposed. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, but her mind was already rebuilding its defenses.

’No matter how much my body is toyed with...’ she thought, a cold, hard resolve crystallizing behind her tears. ’I cannot let this part of me break.’

’I have to be strong. I have to be the dam that holds back this flood.’

’I will absorb every humiliation, every ounce of his filth, to ensure he never turns that hunger toward Iris or Aurelia again.’

’I am the sacrifice. I am the shield.’

But she had no time for internal prayer. A rough, calloused hand suddenly slid between her thighs.

Rex wasn’t done. His fingers began to toy with her clit, rubbing and pinching with casual cruelty, deliberately provoking more involuntary twitches from her hypersensitive nerves.

"Nnngh... ahh... no... please..." she whimpered, her body betraying her again at his touch.

Rex leaned over her, his massive frame blocking out the light, his sweat dripping onto her cheek. His expression wasn’t one of exhaustion but of renewed, terrifying hunger.

"Morwenna, you really are a masterpiece," he purred, his voice dripping with a sadistic appreciation. "Every time I think I’ve broken you, you just get tighter, wetter, more perfect."

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his dark, dilated pupils. "And we’re nowhere near finished."

"I’m going to go for ten more rounds!"

"Ten more times I’m going to fill you up and paint you in my seed!"

His grin widened as he saw the flicker of terror in her eyes. "Don’t you dare pass out on me, okay?"

"I need you awake to feel every single thrust."

"NOOO! REX, PLEASE! I CAN’T—AAAAHHHHH!" Her scream cut off into a broken moan as he repositioned himself between her legs, his cock already hardening once more against her dripping entrance, preparing to begin the torment all over again.

Hours bled into a distorted reality where time lost all meaning. The sun had long since set, leaving the room swathed in shadows, broken only by the erratic movement of their bodies.

Rex was a relentless predator who refused to tire, cycling through positions with the mechanical efficiency of a machine designed for one purpose: total conquest.

Now, he had her pinned in a devastating mating press. Her legs were forced back past her ears, her knees pressed against her shoulders, exposing every sensitive inch of her swollen cunt to his hungry gaze.

He leaned his entire muscular weight onto her, his chest crushing her breasts flat against the mattress, grinding his pelvis into hers with every devastating thrust.

THWACK! SQUELCH! SLAP!

The rhythm was punishing. Each time Rex drove home, Morwenna felt her entire body recoil from the impact. But worse than the physical pain was the psychological torment of her own biology.

Her body had been conditioned through hours of relentless stimulation to crave the very thing that was destroying her. Her womb was throbbing with a desperate, aching rhythm, a deep, internal pulsing that felt like it was trying to reach out and grab him.

’Please... just let me have it... just once...’ her body screamed in silent agony.

Her pussy felt raw, hypersensitive, and achingly empty. Every time he withdrew to cum outside, she felt a wave of withdrawal so intense it made her vision swim.

Her cunt wanted the fullness; it wanted to be filled with his hot, thick seed to soothe the fire he had ignited.

’No!’ Morwenna fought back with every ounce of her remaining willpower. ’Don’t listen to it, Morwenna!’

’It’s a trap! If you give in, if you beg for it, you lose yourself completely!’

’Stay strong for them... stay strong for the Nightwing household...’

But Rex was not allowing her any respite.

"You’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you?" he growled, his voice thick with triumph. "I can feel your insides screaming for me, even while you try to pretend you’re not."