Chapter 1102. She Thought I Will Take Responsibility! That’s The Funniest Thing**

Chapter 1102: 1102. She Thought I Will Take Responsibility! That’s The Funniest Thing**

"No... Rex, please no!" Morwenna begged, shaking her head frantically as she felt him begin to stretch her open again. "Not anymore!"

"If you do this again, I’ll really get pregnant!"

"Even though I’ve hit menopause, I can’t; it’s too dangerous. Please stop!"

She was pleading now, the tears finally breaking free and carving hot tracks through the sweat and cum on her cheeks. But Rex simply leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe.

"That was my plan from the very beginning," he whispered, his voice dripping with a dark, possessive satisfaction.

"Besides, Morwenna..." He paused, letting out a low, appreciative hum as he pushed deeper, feeling her walls convulse around him. "Your womb was twitching like crazy when I ejaculated inside you."

"I felt it. Every single pulse."

The cock slid deeper, forcing its way past her resistance.

SQUELCH.

"You actually felt incredibly good, didn’t you?" Rex continued, his breath hot against her skin as he began to establish a slow, punishing rhythm. "Why don’t we just keep going like this?"

"Why fight what your body clearly wants?"

Morwenna’s face contorted into an expression of pure shock and terror. The betrayal of her own body, the way her muscles instinctively clutched at him despite her mind’s screams, was more devastating than the physical act itself.

"No... nooooo! AHHH! HNNNGH!" she shrieked as he bottomed out inside her again.

"You’re lying!"

"You’re lying to me!" she sobbed, her voice breaking into high-pitched wails. "I hate this! I hate you!"

But as the tears rolled down her temples and pooled in her ears, Rex reached up. He didn’t comfort her; he claimed her pain.

His tongue darted out, licking the salt and sorrow from her cheeks with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting her fear as if it were wine.

SLURP... SHLUCK...

"Cry all you want, Morwenna," Rex growled, his hips beginning to pick up speed, driving her back into the throes of unwanted ecstasy. "I’m not stopping until you’re completely full."

"Until there’s nothing left of you but what I’ve put inside."

THWACK! SQUELCH! THWACK!

"AAAAHHHHH! STOP IT! REX, PLEASE Nngh!"

"AH! HAAAAAHH!" Her screams dissolved into incoherent moans as the familiar, devastating pleasure began to override her terror once more, trapping her in a cycle of torment she couldn’t escape.

Rex showed no mercy. He abandoned any pretense of gentleness, driving his hips forward with bone-jarring force.

Each thrust was a full-body commitment, his pelvis slamming against hers with enough impact to make the bed frame groan and creak under their combined weight.

THWACK! CRUNCH! SQUELCH!

The sound was wet and violent, a relentless percussion of flesh meeting flesh.

To further overwhelm her senses, Rex leaned down and sank his teeth into one of her nipples. He didn’t just nibble; he bit hard, claiming the sensitive peak with a painful possessiveness that drew a sharp, strangled cry from her throat.

"AHHHH! REX! STOP IT!"

"NNNGH—AHHHH!" Her hips jerked involuntarily at the sharp sting, but the pain only served to heighten the excruciating pleasure flooding her lower body.

In a moment of cruel curiosity, Rex paused his thrusting just long enough to lift his head and take a long, hungry look at her face.

Morwenna’s expression was a wrecked mask of humiliation and terror; her eyes were bloodshot, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her cheeks wet with endless tears.

Overcome by the shame of being seen in such a state of complete unraveling, she desperately raised her hands to cover her eyes, trying to hide from his predatory gaze.

Rex erupted into a loud, mocking laugh that echoed off the walls. "Huh? Morwenna, are you crying...?"

His laughter was rich and cruel, devoid of any empathy. "Hahaha! Look at you!"

"So broken, yet your cunt is gripping me like it never wants me to leave!"

"It’s... it’s your fault..." Morwenna sobbed through her fingers, her voice muffled and broken. "This is all your fault, you monster... you knew... you knew what you were doing from the start..."

Rex didn’t seem offended; if anything, her accusation only seemed to excite him more.

"Don’t say that, darling," he purred, his voice dropping into a husky, dangerous register as he moved to reassert his dominance. "Let’s just have fun!"

"Once or twice... it’s all the same to me!"

Without warning, he plunged back into her, his cock disappearing to the hilt with a wet SLOP that made her gasp audibly.

"Besides," he continued, his hips beginning to roll again in that devastating, grinding motion, "I don’t need to take responsibility for anything!"

"As long as the Nightwing household is ready to carry my bloodline, I couldn’t care less what happens to you!"

His laughter rang out again: "HAHAHAHAHA!" as he resumed the punishing rhythm. "Your legacy is mine now, Morwenna!"

"Every drop I put inside you belongs to me!"

THWACK! SQUELCH! THWACK! SQUELCH!

"NOOOO! AAAAAHHHHH! REX!"

"STOP! HNNNNGH AHHHH!" Morwenna’s protests became increasingly incoherent.

The combination of the biting pain on her breasts, the relentless pounding between her legs, and the psychological terror of his words sent her spiraling.

Her body was betraying her more than ever; even as she screamed in protest, her inner walls were clenching around him in rhythmic, desperate spasms, milking him with every thrust.

"That’s it," Rex growled, leaning down to latch onto her other nipple with his teeth while his hips worked like a piston. "Take it all."

"Accept what’s coming."

"You’re going to carry it, Morwenna."

"You’re going to carry everything I give you."

"OH GOD! REX! PLEASE!"

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her screams reached a fever pitch as the room filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling: the wet slapping of skin, the creaking bed, and the guttural grunts of a man who had utterly broken the woman beneath him.

The violence of the act escalated as Rex’s hunger became more sadistic. He shifted his weight forward, pinning Morwenna’s shoulders down with one arm while his other hand crept up, wrapping around her slender throat.

He didn’t squeeze to harm, but he applied enough pressure to make her feel the terrifying reality of his power, his fingers digging into her windpipe.

"Nnngh, Rex! Stop—!" Morwenna gasped, her hands flying up to claw at his wrist. Her face flushed crimson as the air became a precious commodity.

"There’s no way you could possibly take responsibility for this!" she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "Don’t say such stupid things!"

"I don’t want to carry anything by the likes of you!"

Her eyes darted around the room, desperate for any escape from the nightmare. "You have a future too, Rex!"

"Don’t you understand?"

"Are you not going to take care of your children inside Aurelia and Iris...?!"

"You’re destroying everything!"

Rex’s response was a low, mocking chuckle that vibrated against her jugular. He didn’t answer her questions; he simply released the pressure on her throat just enough to let her breathe, only to immediately replace the constriction with the overwhelming stimulation of his mouth.

He plunged his face into her cleavage, latching onto her nipple again with ravenous intensity.

SLURP... SCHLUCK... SLURP...

"Mmmph! Ahhh! Rex!" Morwenna shrieked as he sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his cock continued its relentless work below. "If you don’t stop this... this is terrible...!"

"Are you listening to me?!"

"Listen to me, you bastard!" Her voice was a raw, broken thing, torn between terror and the involuntary pleasure that flooded her system with every thrust.

Rex finally pulled away from her breast, but not to give her space. Instead, he gripped her hips with bruising force, his knuckles white.

"Aha!" he barked, a dark fire igniting in his eyes. "You’re so naive and cute, Morwenna."

"Always thinking about duty, about lineage, about what’s right."

Then, he changed tactics. The rhythm shifted from grinding to something far more brutal.

He began pounding into her with terrifying speed, his hips striking her pelvis with the force of sledgehammer blows.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

"AAAAHHHHH! NO! REX! STOP!"

"IT’S TOO FAST! HNNNGH AAAAAHHHH!" Morwenna’s head thrashed against the pillow.

The sheer velocity of his thrusts made her entire body vibrate. The wet sounds were no longer just squelches; they were explosive, wet slaps that filled the room.

SQUELCH PLOP! SQUELCH PLOP!

"As for the responsibility I can take..." Rex growled, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper as he drove himself into her so hard her back arched off the bed again. "I’ll take responsibility for making sure you never forget this moment."

"I’ll take responsibility for ensuring that every time you close your eyes, you feel me inside you."

"Every time you feel your own body twitching, you’ll remember it was my seed that made you shiver like that."

He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear as he accelerated even further, his movements becoming a blur of raw, masculine aggression. "I’ll take responsibility for claiming every inch of you, Morwenna."

"Aurelia and Iris are my future, yes... but you? You’re my fucking trophy."

"NOOOO! AAAAAAHHHHHH! REX!"

"I CAN’T... I CAN’T BREATHE—AHHHH! HAAAAH!" Morwenna’s screams became a continuous stream of sound as she lost control.

The combination of the choking grip, the rapid-fire pounding, and the psychological violation drove her into a state of hysterical climax. Her inner walls clamped down on him in desperate, milking spasms that seemed to draw even more anger and passion from him.

THWACK SQUELCH THWACK SQUELCH!

"That’s it! Scream for me!" Rex roared, his own climax building like a storm. "Let the whole house hear how much you belong to me!"