Chapter 1276. Making Sure That My Favorites Can Get The Real Satisfaction**

Chapter 1276: 1276. Making Sure That My Favorites Can Get The Real Satisfaction**

The sudden change in angle caused a sharp crack, and the sound of her pelvis grinding uncomfortably against the mattress, but she didn’t stop screaming; she only screamed louder, her pleasure fused completely to the violence of the act.

’This is power,’ Rex thought, his mind focused entirely on the sensation of two women clinging to him, one taking his cock, one taking his attention, both offering themselves up as sacrifices to his lust. ’This is what it means to truly rule.’

"Diana, harder!" Rex commanded, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more vicious. "Don’t stop until I tell you to stop!"

Diana redoubled her efforts, her throat working convulsively as she tried to take as much of him as possible, her nipples twitching under her own desperate touch. She was losing herself in the rhythm, her own body beginning to tremble with the approach of a climax she knew she couldn’t reach until he allowed it.

"You’re both pathetic," Rex laughed, a dark, triumphant sound that punctuated Lily’s next scream. "Pathetic, beautiful little slaves."

"And tonight, I’m going to fuck you until you forget you ever had names."

The intensity escalated as Rex began to drive Lily toward her breaking point while demanding more from Diana. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, blood from where Lily’s lips had been bitten, and the overwhelming musk of three bodies locked in a desperate, violent dance of submission.

The night was far from over; Rex’s cock was still hard, still twitching, still demanding more of their lives, their bodies, and their souls.

The room had transformed from a place of mere debauchery into something far more terrifying and beautiful: a shrine to Rex’s absolute dominion. The violence hadn’t diminished, but the nature of the pain had shifted.

For Lily and Diana, the agony of their bones grinding and their flesh tearing was no longer something to be endured; it was something to be worshipped. Their fear had burned away, leaving behind a raw, obsessive devotion that bordered on religious fanaticism.

As Rex continued his relentless assault on Lily, driving into her with such force that her entire body jerked like a marionette on violent strings, Diana abandoned her position at his thighs.

She scrambled up his muscular torso, her hands slick with his sweat as she climbed him like he was a god king ascending a throne. She reached his face, her eyes wide and glassy, pupils dilated so large they seemed to swallow the irises entirely.

In the dim, flickering light, her gaze held an almost supernatural quality, a dazed, lovestruck madness that spoke of a soul completely surrendered.

"Rex... my King... my everything," Diana whispered against his lips, her breath hot and ragged.

Rex grabbed her face with both hands, his thumbs pressing into her cheeks hard enough to bruise, forcing her to look at him. "You’re mine, Diana."

"Every drop of blood, every scream... Say it."

"I am yours forever! I live only for this!" she cried out before pressing her lips to his in a desperate, bruising kiss.

At that exact moment, Rex reached forward, grabbing Lily by the hair to pull her upright so she was facing him while he still impaled her from behind. The position was agonizing; her spine was twisted at a sharp angle, and the wet, grinding sound of his cock sliding through her swollen cunt sounded like meat being torn.

SQUELCH. SLAP. CRUNCH.

The sound of her pelvis protesting the angle was audible, a sickening reminder of the physical toll he was taking.

But Lily didn’t recoil. Instead, she turned her head, her face flushed crimson, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

When she looked at Rex, there was no fear, only a dazed, heart-struck adoration that mirrored Diana’s. She leaned forward, meeting Rex’s lips halfway, her mouth wet with saliva and blood as she kissed him with the same frantic hunger.

"FUCK ME HARDER, REX! BREAK ME!"

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS! "Lily screamed between kisses, her voice breaking into a hoarse, desperate sob. "I WANT TO FEEL YOU INSIDE MY VERY SOUL!"

Rex let out a roar of pure, unadulterated triumph. The dual sensation of the wet friction of Lily’s body taking his cock and the desperate, loving mouths of both women claiming his lips sent him into a frenzy.

He was no longer just fucking them; he was consuming them.

’This is what true power feels like,’ Rex thought, his mind a storm of predatory satisfaction. ’To not just break their bodies, but to make them love the very hand that destroys them.’

The rhythm became inhumanly fast. Rex began to thrust with such violence that Lily’s body was being flung against the headboard repeatedly.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

The wooden frame groaned under the strain, threatening to splinter into deadly shards. Diana stayed latched onto his neck, her lips never leaving his, her tongue tangling with his in a feverish dance while her hands wandered down to claw at his sweat slicked back.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! YESSSS! REX! REX! REX!" Lily’s screams became a continuous, high-pitched wail as she felt her climax approaching, a climax born of pure physical trauma. "I’M DYING! I’M DYING FOR YOU, AND I LOVE IT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

The sounds in the room were overwhelming: a wet, slapping cacophony of flesh hitting flesh, the guttural growls of Rex, the wet sucking noises of their kisses, and the endless, hysterical screaming of two women who had found their heaven in the middle of a living hell.

Blood from their bitten lips smeared across Rex’s face as they kissed him repeatedly, creating a macabre mask of crimson devotion.

"You’re both mine," Rex growled against Diana’s mouth, even as he drove Lily to the brink of unconsciousness. "And I’m never going to let you go!"

"I’m going to fill you both until you can’t even stand, until you can only crawl to me on your hands and knees, begging for more of this ruin!"

"YES! ANYTHING! TAKE ANYTHING!" Diana screamed into his mouth.

"GIVE US EVERYTHING!" Lily shrieked, her hips bucking wildly as Rex prepared to unleash another devastating flood of seed that would once again drown them in his essence.

The night was a vortex of pain, blood, and obsessive, twisted love, and Rex was the center of it all, the absolute master of their broken hearts and shattered bodies.

Rex was not satisfied with the bedroom. The confines of the four walls felt too small for the magnitude of his conquest.

He wanted to mark every inch of this estate, to leave his seed and his violence in every corner of this aristocratic sanctuary. He wanted the very foundations of the house to tremble under his dominance.

With a grunt of exertion, Rex hauled Diana off his body, tossing her onto his shoulder like a sack of prey. He grabbed Lily by her wrist, dragging her off the bed with such force that she stumbled, her legs unsteady from the hours of punishment.

He marched them down the hallway, past the unconscious forms of Valentina and Elizabeth, and into the grand living room.

The living room was a monument to opulence, with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and priceless art, all of which would soon be defiled. Rex threw Diana onto the cold marble floor in the center of the room, the impact making a sharp crack as her hip hit the stone.

Before she could even gasp, he was over her, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed her whole.

"You think you’ve had enough?" Rex growled, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. "We’re just getting started!"

"I want the whole house to hear you."

He seized Diana’s legs, yanking them apart with such violence that her joints audibly popped.

CRACK.

Diana let out a strangled cry, but it wasn’t one of pain; it was one of ecstatic surrender. Her eyes, already glazed with that terrifying, heart-striking devotion, locked onto his.

"Yes... yes, Rex! Break me on the marble! Let the whole world hear how much I belong to you!"

Rex drove into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the chandelier above them.

THUD. SLAP. SLAP.

The sound echoed through the cavernous room like cannon fire. Diana’s back arched off the cold marble, her spine curving dangerously as Rex hammered into her.

"LILY! GET OVER HERE!" Rex roared.

Lily scrambled across the floor, her knees scraping against the marble until they bled, leaving crimson streaks behind her. She crawled to them like a starving animal, her face flushed with a desperate need to be part of his destruction.

When she reached them, Rex grabbed her by the throat, forcing her down to perform oral service while he continued to ravage Diana.

The living room became a battlefield of sensation. The cold marble against Diana’s skin contrasted sharply with the furnace-like heat of Rex’s body.

The sounds were amplified by the acoustics of the room: the wet, obscene squelch of Diana being impaled, the desperate choking sounds from Lily, and the thunderous rhythm of Rex’s hips slamming against Diana’s ass.

’I am the king of this wasteland,’ Rex thought as he looked down at them. ’These women aren’t just lovers; they are my conquered territories.’

"Oh fuck, Rex! You’re hitting something inside me!" Diana screamed, her fingers clawing at the marble until her nails bled. "It feels like you’re breaking me apart from the inside out! DO IT! BREAK ME!"

"I’m going to make you forget you ever had a spine!" Rex bellowed, his thrusts becoming more vicious, more uncontrolled.

Each impact sent a shockwave through Diana’s body that seemed to reverberate through the floor itself.