Chapter 530: 530. They Came Late, But It’s Fine. We’re Going To Keep Doing It!

He was the one who had unlocked the cage, the one who had stripped away the layers of duty and divinity to reveal the starving, desperate woman underneath.

’He’s the only one,’ she thought, her eyes glazing over as the first tremors of an orgasm began to ripple through her core. ’He’s the only one who truly sees me... not as the priestess, not the wife... just me.’

’And Goddess of life... help me; I want him to break me...’

’I want him to take every last bit of my dignity and replace it with his pleasure... just for this last... day...’

As the tension reached a breaking point, she squeezed his cock tighter, her entire body tensing as she prepared to scream his name into the silence of the house, ready to let her true nature finally, violently, erupt.

Rex felt the shift in her. Her grip on his cock faltered, her hand slowing as her entire body began to convulse in a rhythmic, uncontrollable tremor. She wasn’t just close; she was drowning in it.

He saw the way her eyes rolled back, the way her head thrashed against the chair, and instead of slowing down to accommodate her, he doubled his efforts. He drove his fingers deeper into her, his movements becoming rough, jagged, and punishing, intentionally pushing her past the point of pleasure and into the realm of pure, overwhelming sensation.

"Don’t you dare slow down, Amelia!" he growled against her lips, his voice a command that brooked no argument. "Take it! Take every bit of it!"

The dam finally broke. Amelia’s body arched so violently it felt as though her spine might snap.

A choked, primal scream was swallowed by his mouth as he crushed his lips against hers in a final, desperate kiss. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a violent eruption that felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside.

"SLURRGHH~! MRAGHH~!"

SQUUUUUUIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT~!

She felt a sudden, hot, torrential release not just a climax, but a massive, uncontrolled squirt of her juices that soaked through her silk panties and pooled onto the chair, a flood of pure, unadulterated lust.

She felt the warmth spreading, a heavy, wet sensation that felt like she was pissing herself in the heat of her ecstasy, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the white light of her own depravity.

’Yes! Yes! Destroy me!’ she screamed internally, her mind a chaotic roar of sensation. ’Let it all out! Let the goddess see! Let the whole world know how much of a fucking slut the priestess really is!’

As the intense tremors began to subside into long, shuddering aftershocks, Rex finally pulled his mouth away from hers. They both breathed heavily, the only sound in the room the ragged gasps of their lungs.

A thick, glistening string of saliva stretched between their lips, connecting them like a silver cord of filth before finally snapping and dripping onto her chin.

Rex didn’t look at her with tenderness. He didn’t offer a comforting word or a gentle caress. Instead, he sat back, a look of pure, mocking amusement on his face.

He watched her disheveled, panting, her robes soaked, her eyes still glazed and unfocused and he let out a dark, derisive snort.

"Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "Look at the great High Priestess of Life."

"A few rough words and a little finger work, and you’re pissing yourself like a common street walker."

He leaned in, his eyes scanning her ruined state with a predatory grin.

"You’re so fucking easy, Amelia..."

"All those years of prayer, all that ’faith’ in that goddess of yours... and it turns out it was all a lie, wasn’t it?"

"That ’Goddess of Life’ is nothing but a fraud, a beautiful mask for a hollow religion... because the second a real man touches you, you throw all that sanctity into the trash."

"You’re not a priestess; you’re just a hungry, desperate bitch who was waiting for someone to finally treat her like the animal she is."

Amelia lay there, her heart still hammering, the humiliation of his words stinging even more than the pleasure had felt good. But as she looked up at him, seeing the triumph in his eyes, she realized he was right.

And the most terrifying part was how much she loved him for it.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound of approaching footsteps on the hardwood floor hit Amelia like a bucket of ice water, snapping her out of her post-orgasmic haze. Her heart, which had been slowing down from the ecstasy, suddenly began to race with a different, more terrifying rhythm: pure, unadulterated panic.

"Mother? Are you in there?"

It was Apollo. His voice, so close and so innocent, made Amelia’s blood run cold. She scrambled to pull her robes together, her hands trembling so violently she could barely grasp the silk.

She felt the heavy, cloying wetness of her own juices soaking into her skin and her clothes, a shameful reminder of the debauchery that had just occurred.

"Quickly," Rex whispered, his voice a low, mocking vibration in her ear.

"You’re going to get caught if you’re slow as fuck like that..." He didn’t look panicked at all; he looked like a man who had just won a game and was enjoying the spectacle of her frantic cleanup, and he already put his cock back behind his trousers.

Amelia forced herself to sit upright, smoothing her hair with shaking fingers and trying to wipe the glistening sheen of sweat and saliva from her face. She took a deep, shuddering breath, attempting to summon the mask of the High Priestess, though her insides felt like they were still vibrating from Rex’s touch.

The door creaked open, and Apollo stepped in, followed closely by Mireya. The boy looked bright and happy, the picture of youthful innocence.

"Mother?" Apollo asked, glancing around the room. "We were thinking of having lunch now."

"Is it a good time?"

Amelia forced a smile, though it felt brittle and fake. Her voice, when she spoke, was an octave higher than usual, thin and strained. "Oh... yes, Apollo."

"The food is... it’s already on the dining table... Right behind you."

She could feel Rex’s eyes on her, heavy and knowing, as she pointed toward the dining area. She was acutely aware of the massive, wet bulge in his trousers and the way her own thighs were sticking together from her release.

"Ah, okay," Apollo said, oblivious to the sexual storm that had just passed. "We don’t want to distract you and your guest, so we’ll just head upstairs to my room to eat."

"It’s quieter there."

"That sounds... wonderful, dear," Amelia managed to choke out.

As Apollo turned to lead Mireya toward the stairs, Mireya lingered for a second. She was a perceptive girl, and as her eyes drifted over Amelia, a strange, unsettling feeling washed over her.

Amelia looked... different. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, her skin was flushed a deep, unnatural pink, and there was a certain glazed, dazed quality to her expression, a look of profound, exhausted surrender.

Mireya’s gaze flickered momentarily to Rex, who sat there with a smug, predatory calm, before returning to Amelia. A cold shiver ran down the girl’s spine.

She had seen that look before. She had seen it in the shadows, in the moments when the house was quiet, back when Rex was forcing her to do some sort of fucked-up stuff that ended up raping her until she was losing her mind and dignity as the ice princess.

It was the look of a woman who had been thoroughly, ruthlessly taken. Even worse, it was the look of a woman who had been raped by pleasure.

’Why does she look like that?’ Mireya thought, her brow furrowing in confusion and a sudden, inexplicable dread. ’She looks like she’s just been... conquered.’

’Don’t tell me... Rex is...’ Mireya’s body shivered when she faced the truth right away. ’T-there’s no way...’

"Come on, Mireya," Apollo called from the hallway.

"C-Coming!" Mireya replied, but she took one last, lingering look at the High Priestess, her suspicion blooming like a dark flower in her mind, while Amelia sat there, trembling in the wake of the man who had just dismantled her soul. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

’Yeah... you notice it right...?’ Rex said in his mind while looking at them walking upstairs. ’Don’t worry, Mireya...’

’...after this ends, you’re fucking next.’