Chapter 496: 496. We’re Using Alexander’s Bed As Our Love Making Session For Today!**

The air in the bedroom was thick, heavy with the cloying, musky scent of sweat, expensive perfume, and the unmistakable, primal aroma of spent seed and female nectar.

Hours had bled into one another, the transition from twilight to deep night marked only by the rhythmic, violent thudding of the bed frame against the wall. The meticulous, composed Elizabeth Von Starlight was gone, buried under layers of sheer, unadulterated lust.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

She was on her hands and knees, her spine arched in a desperate, trembling curve, her head hanging low as Rex hammered into her from behind. Her hair, once perfectly coiffed, was a damp, tangled veil that clung to her flushed skin.

The bed—Alexander’s bed—was a battlefield of their passion; the sheets were no longer crisp but sodden and heavy, dark with the massive amounts of semen and squirting fluid they had been pumping into each other for hours.

"Rex... oh god, Rex!" she wailed, her voice no longer the refined tone of a scholar but a raw, guttural rasp of a woman who had been thoroughly broken. "I can’t... I can’t even... how many times?"

"How many times have we...?" She let out a hysterical, breathless laugh that turned into a moan as he drove a particularly deep, punishing thrust into her. "I’ve lost count! It doesn’t matter!"

"Just don’t stop! Please, don’t you dare stop!"

Her face, which usually held the weight of a thousand responsibilities, was a mask of pure, slutty desperation. Her eyes were glazed, and her lips were swollen and red from his kisses and her own frantic panting.

There was no management here, no intellect, no order, only the overwhelming, terrifying sensation of him filling her.

"Fuck me harder!" she commanded, her fingers clawing at the damp sheets, pulling herself back to meet his lunge. "I don’t want to think!"

"I don’t want to be the professor, or the scholar, or the lady... just be the man who ruins me! Make me feel like nothing but a hole for you!"

Rex didn’t need to be told twice. He reached forward, his large hands grabbing her hips to anchor her, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her waist as he increased the tempo.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of his pelvis hitting her backside was relentless, a wet, slapping cadence that echoed the frantic beating of her heart.

"You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you, Elizabeth?" Rex growled in her ear, his breath hot and smelling of desire. "Where’s that dignity now? Where’s all that control?"

"Gone! It’s all gone!" she screamed, her body bucking wildly under his assault. "It’s all fucking gone!"

"There’s nothing left but this! Just you and this... this incredible, heavy feeling!"

"Ahhhnnnnn~! Yessnnn~! Right there! Fuck, Rex, right there!"

She was spiraling, her mind a chaotic swirl of sensation. Every thrust felt like it was reaching into her very marrow, stirring up a heat that she couldn’t quench.

She felt the familiar, frantic tightening in her core, the telltale sign of another climax approaching, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned into it, chasing the ruin.

"I love it... the way you take me... the way you don’t care about my rules..." she sobbed, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of pleasure began to roll through her. "Break me, Rex!"

"Use me until there’s nothing left of the woman who was supposed to be in charge! Just... fucking... destroy me!"

As he delivered a series of rapid, bruising thrusts, Elizabeth’s body gave way. She let out a long, high-pitched shriek of pure ecstasy, her entire frame convulsing as she squirted once more, the fluid spraying out of her in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm that joined the wet mess of the bed.

"OHHN~! YESHH~! AHHHNNN~! YYEESSSSHHHH~!"

She was a woman completely unmoored, a creature of pure instinct, finding her ultimate freedom in the total, beautiful destruction of her own composure.

The rhythm of the room had moved beyond mere sex; it was a ritual of desecration. Rex’s thrusts were no longer just about pleasure; they were about reclamation. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was overwriting every memory of the man who truly owned this house.

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her sweat-slicked back, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder as he drove himself into her with a brutal, jarring force.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Tell me, Elizabeth," Rex growled, his voice a low, vibrating menace against her ear. "Does Alexander know?"

"Does the stupid, fucking, composed bum of the house know that his bed is currently being soaked in the filth of another man’s seed?"

Elizabeth let out a choked, delirious moan, her head lashing back against his shoulder. "He... he doesn’t... ahhhnnnn~!"

"He has no idea!" She gasped, her fingers digging so hard into the sodden mattress that her nails practically sank into the fabric. "He thinks... he thinks this room is for sleeping... for studying... he has no fucking clue!"

"He’s a fool," Rex spat, his pace increasing, the friction of his cock against her overstimulated walls creating a heat that felt like liquid fire. "He walks these halls with such purpose, so much dignity, while his fiance is behind a closed door, begging a man like me to wreck her!"

"He thinks he knows you," Rex laughed. "He thinks he understands the woman in this bed, but in fact... he doesn’t know this new slut I’ve just finished develop, does he?"

"No!" Elizabeth shrieked, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of sensation rolled through her. "He doesn’t! He wants the Professor... the lady... the pillar of Aethelgard!"

"But you... you want the animal! You want the woman who screams when she’s being used! And god, Rex, fuck, he’s so boring compared to this!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The sheer blasphemy of her words seemed to fuel Rex’s ferocity. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back to expose the long, elegant line of her throat, and delivered a series of rapid-fire, punishing stabs that made her vision blur.

"What if he comes home early?" Rex taunted, his hips slamming into her with a violent, rhythmic finality. "What if he walks up those stairs, hears the sound of my cock hitting your ass, and sees the mess we’ve made of his precious sheets?"

"What if he finds you like this dripping, broken, and completely obsessed with me?"

Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches. The thought of being caught in the ultimate scandal didn’t bring fear; it brought a terrifying, electric surge of arousal.

"Let him!" she sobbed, her body arching as he hit her sweet spot with unerring accuracy. "Let him walk in!"

"Let him see how much better you make me feel!"

"Let him see that his ’perfect’ fiance is nothing but a fucking mess for you!"

"I don’t care! I don’t FUCKING care if he stays away forever, as long as you keep... ahhh!... as long as you keep fucking me like this!"

"That’s my girl," Rex muttered, his voice thick with a dark, triumphant pride. He shifted his grip, his hands sliding down to squeeze her heavy, bouncing breasts, using them to pull her even more violently against his pelvis.

"Forget his rules. Forget his house. In this room, there is only my cock and your hunger."

"Yes! Yes, Rex! Fuck his rules!" she screamed, her professional veneer not just cracked but pulverized into dust. "Fuck his house~!"

"Just please... give me more!"

"Don’t be gentle! Don’t be kind! Treat me like the slut Alexander doesn’t realize he has!"

"Ruin me! RUIN MEEEGGGHHHHHH~!"

She was lost in the madness of it, the thrill of the betrayal acting as a potent aphrodisiac. The danger of Alexander’s return only made the sensation of Rex’s massive, unyielding length even more intense, turning every thrust into a delicious act of rebellion that left her begging for the very destruction she was claiming.

Rex felt the heat of her rebellion, and it drove him into a predatory frenzy. He wasn’t satisfied with just breaking her; he wanted to force her to vocalize her own descent into depravity.

He reached down, his large hands gripping her hips so tightly they would surely leave dark, finger-shaped bruises on her pale skin, and he began to hammer into her with a terrifying, bone-jarring speed.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound was deafening in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic violence that seemed to mock the very idea of the "serious work" Elizabeth did in the next room.

"Say it!" Rex commanded, his voice a guttural roar as he drove himself so deep that she felt her breath leave her lungs. "Don’t just feel it, Elizabeth!"

"Say what would happen if he walked through that door right now! Say what he’d see!"

"Ahhh! Rex! It’s... it’s too much!"

"You’re hitting me too hard!" she wailed, her body bucking like a wild animal under his command.

"NGHHHH—OHHHNNN~!" Her eyes were wide, leaking tears of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

"Don’t dodge the question!" he growled, delivering a massive, lunging thrust that made her entire frame shudder. "Imagine the door creaking open!"

"Imagine Alexander standing there, looking at his fiancée, the dignified, untouchable Elizabeth Von Starlight, kneeling in his bed, her ass red from my hands, her pussy soaking his sheets, and my cock buried deep in her fucking hole! What would you say to him?"