Chapter 515: 515. And This Is The Final Session Of Me And The Professor! (I Won)**

She tried to continue her verbal assault, but the words were being swallowed by the sheer, primal force of her pleasure. Every time Rex hit her deep, her voice would dissolve into a high pitched, frantic wail.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"He’s nothing... compared to... to the way you... FUCK!... the way you tear me apart!" she shrieked, her head tossing wildly.

The trash talk became a chaotic, beautiful slurry of insults and ecstasy. "A scholar... a fool... a man who... who doesn’t know... OH GOD, REX!... how to truly... OWN a woman!"

The pace became frantic, a blurring of muscle and sweat. Rex was no longer just pounding; he was hammering, his thrusts becoming short, staccato bursts of pure, violent power that left no room for air.

He was driving her toward a precipice, pushing her past the point of sanity.

Elizabeth’s eyes began to roll back into her head, the whites showing as her consciousness fractured. Her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out of the side of her lips in a state of total, uninhibited sensory overload.

She was no longer a woman of logic or a woman of words; she was a vessel of pure, screaming sensation.

"Alexander... you... you’re... dying... in your sleep!" she wailed, her voice reaching a fever pitch of madness. "While he... he’s... REWRITING... my whole... WORLD!"

She was caught in a feedback loop of her own making the insults she hurled at the sleeping man only served to fuel the delicious, wicked thrill of her betrayal, which in turn made the pleasure of Rex’s brutal pounding even more intense.

Rex saw the light leaving her eyes, replaced by a glazed, vacant stare of pure bliss. He saw the way her body was twitching, her muscles spasming around him in a desperate, involuntary rhythm.

He leaned over her, his chest slamming against her back with every thrust, his breath a hot, predatory wind against her ear.

"That’s it, Elizabeth! Lose it! Lose everything!" he roared, his own composure finally beginning to fray as he felt her internal walls clenching around him in a frantic, rhythmic death grip. "Forget the books! Forget the man! Just feel the truth!"

The room was filled with the cacophony of their union: the wet, slapping sound of skin on skin, the heavy, rhythmic thud of Rex’s hips, and Elizabeth’s voice a wild, beautiful, and utterly broken symphony of screams, moans, and derisive, ecstatic insults that tore through the sanctity of the room like a storm through a cathedral.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The tempo in the room shifted from a storm to a hurricane. Rex was no longer just fucking her; he was attempting to break the very concept of her existence.

His thrusts became a blur of motion, a relentless, piston like violence that sent tremors through the entire bed, making the frame creak and groan in protest of his ferocity.

"Almost there... almost there, you beautiful, traitorous bitch!" Rex growled, his voice a primal roar.

He was pushing himself to the absolute limit, his muscles corded and straining, his skin slick with a thick sheen of sweat that made them slide against each other with a wet, slapping sound that was deafening in the quiet room.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Elizabeth was completely gone. The woman who had once commanded lecture halls and managed complex documents had been utterly annihilated.

Her mind had dissolved into a white hot void of pure sensation. Her eyes were rolled so far back they were almost entirely white, and her head thrashed in a rhythmic, uncontrolled dance.

As the pleasure reached a level of intensity that was almost painful, her mouth hung wide, her tongue lolling out, uncontrolled and heavy.

In her state of total, uninhibited madness, as she let out a series of high pitched, staccato shrieks, she began to spit wildly. A spray of saliva flew from her lips, landing across Rex’s sweating face and even catching the edge of the pillow near Alexander’s head.

It was a messy, primal, and utterly undignified display, a physical manifestation of her complete loss of control. She was a creature of pure instinct now, spitting and gasping as if she were trying to breathe the very essence of the pleasure Rex was forcing into her.

"He’s... he’s... watching... in his... DREAMS!" she managed to howl, the words barely recognizable through the spit and the screams. "He’s... nothing... compared to... THIS!"

Rex felt it the tidal wave of his own climax building in the base of his spine, a volcanic pressure that demanded release.

He didn’t pull out. He wanted to leave his mark as deep as possible, to flood her with his essence right in the shadow of the man she was betraying.

"Now, Elizabeth! TAKE IT ALL!" Rex bellowed.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He delivered three final, bone shattering thrusts, driving himself so deep into her that there was no space left between them. Then, with a guttural, soul wrenching groan, he erupted.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

He came in massive, hot, pulsing buckets. The sheer volume of his release seemed endless, a torrential flood of heat that filled her to the brim, stretching her internal walls to their absolute limit.

"OHHHHHHHNNNNNN~!" Elizabeth felt the scalding waves of his semen hitting her cervix, a sensation so intense it felt like she was being filled with molten gold.

The sensation was the final trigger. As Rex pumped his life force into her, Elizabeth’s entire body went rigid.

She let out a scream that wasn’t just a sound it was a spiritual event. A long, high, piercing wail of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that tore through the air, vibrating in the very marrow of her bones.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

Her moans followed immediately, a series of deep, shuddering, rhythmic sounds as her own orgasm collided with his. Her internal muscles clamped down on him in a series of violent, involuntary spasms, milking him even as he continued to pump his heavy, hot load into her.

She collapsed into the mattress, her body twitching and convulsing, her spit and tears mingling on the sheets, a broken, beautiful mess of a woman who had finally, completely, found her truth in the most delicious of sins.

And all the while, just inches away, Alexander slept on, a silent witness to a masterpiece of depravity he would never truly know.

Rex let out a dark, triumphant chuckle, his chest still heaving as he felt the heavy, warm weight of his seed settling deep within Elizabeth’s twitching core. He didn’t pull away; instead, he leaned down and licked a stray drop of her saliva from her lip, his eyes glowing with an insatiable, predatory hunger.

"Ah shit~! My cock is still hungry for some more!" he growled, his voice vibrating with a raw, masculine lust that promised no end in sight.

He looked down at Elizabeth, who lay there like a beautiful, ruined doll, her eyes still glazed and her breath coming in shallow, ecstatic hitches. "Hahahahaha! After weeks of waiting stealing you... I fucking did it today!"

He grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up with effortless strength. "Let’s move to the guest room so we can fuck harder!!!"

...

The transition was a blur of frantic, uncoordinated lust. They didn’t walk; they stumbled, driven by a primal urge to find a new altar for their debauchery.

The guest room became their new battlefield, a sanctuary of sweat, skin, and the relentless rhythm of breeding.

As the hours bled into one another, the distinction between man and woman, between human and beast, began to vanish. They were no longer Rex and Elizabeth; they were two apex predators locked in a cycle of pure, unadulterated procreation.

The intellectual, the scholar, the lady—all of them had been burned away in the fire of their passion, leaving only the raw, pulsing essence of the animal.

The room became a testament to their madness. The sheets were a tangled, damp mess of sweat and spent fluids.

The air was thick, heavy with the musky, intoxicating scent of a long, continuous breeding session. There was no more talking, no more sophisticated insults, only the language of the flesh.

The rhythmic plap, plap, plap, plap of skin hitting skin became the only clock by which they measured time.

Rex was a force of relentless destruction. He moved from doggystyle to her on her back, to her bent over the edge of the guest bed, always driving himself into her with the intent to fill, to stretch, and to claim.

He was obsessed with the sensation of her tight, wet heat, his massive cock working like a piston, driven by a singular, driving purpose: to breed her until she could hold no more.

Elizabeth met his ferocity with a feral desperation of her own. She wasn’t just receiving him; she was hunting him.

She wrapped her limbs around him like vines, her nails digging deep into his muscular back, her teeth grazing his shoulders. Her cries had evolved from screams of shock to deep, guttural moans of animalistic satisfaction.

Every time he filled her, she would arch her back, her entire body vibrating with the primal urge to be impregnated, claimed, and completely possessed by his overwhelming masculinity.

They became a whirlwind of motion, a chaotic dance of breeding. They fucked through the deepest parts of the night, driven by a hunger that seemed to grow the more they fed it.

They were wild, uninhibited, and utterly consumed by the biological imperative to mate. In that guest room, under the shroud of the night, they had found their true nature: two animals, lost in the beautiful, violent, and endless glory of the breed.