Chapter 531: 531. They’re Upstairs! And That Means... It’s Blowing Time~!**

Amelia remained frozen in her seat, her eyes glued to the doorway long after the sound of Apollo and Mireya’s footsteps had faded into the upper reaches of the house. She watched the empty hallway with the intensity of a woman who had just narrowly escaped a death sentence, her chest heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing.

The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of their shared sweat and the lingering electricity of her climax.

But then... the silence didn’t last long.

A low, dark chuckle erupted from the man beside her. Rex leaned back, his eyes dancing with a cruel, triumphant light as he watched her frantic attempt to regain her composure.

"Look at you, staring at the door like a guilty thief," Rex mocked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

He shook his head, a derisive grin spreading across his face. "And that boy... Apollo..."

"I don’t know how many times I said this, but... he’s fucking pathetic as usual," Rex laughed. "So stupid, so blissfully, nauseatingly innocent..."

"He has no idea that the mother he respects as a saint was just vibrating like a common slut in this very chair."

He let out another sharp, mocking laugh, his gaze turning cold and analytical. "It’s almost funny!"

"He carries himself with such purpose, but he’s a fool..."

"Before he was reincarnated into this ’holy’ life, he was probably some loser or some weak-willed peasant who thought the world was made of sunshine and rainbows."

"He lives in a dream, Amelia, while you and I... we live in the truth."

The insult to her son, to the very blood that ran through her veins, finally pierced through Amelia’s shell of lust. A flash of maternal indignation flared in her eyes, momentarily overriding her shame.

She turned to him, her voice trembling with a mix of lingering exhaustion and sudden anger.

"Stop it, Rex!" she hissed, her eyes flashing. "Don’t mock him..."

"He is a good boy, a pure boy!"

"He is my son, and you shouldn’t speak of him so—"

SLAP!

The sound of the slap echoed sharply in the room. It wasn’t a violent blow meant to hurt, but it was sudden, firm, and utterly commanding.

Amelia’s head snapped to the side, her cheek stinging from the contact of his large, tanned hand.

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She hadn’t expected him to strike her, especially not after such a moment of intimacy.

"Shut the fuck up about your son," Rex growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, predatory register.

He leaned in close, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with a singular, unyielding hunger. He didn’t care about her sanctity, her family, or her misplaced sense of honor.

"I didn’t come here to listen to you defend a boy who wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman if she hit him in the face," he whispered, his hand moving from her cheek to grip the back of her neck, forcing her to look at him. "I don’t give a single flying fuck about your husband, your son, or your ’pure’ little family."

"The only thing that matters right now is you."

He glanced toward the ceiling and toward the floor where they were safely tucked away from the rest of the house.

"They’re upstairs, Amelia..."

"They’re busy with their lunch, and that means... we have time to do more here."

"Now, quit acting like a High Priestess and start acting like the slut you are."

"Get on your knees and give me a fucking blowjob! And don’t you dare be scared of getting caught; the thrill of it will only make you taste better."

Rex didn’t wait for her to agree; he commanded it with his eyes. With a slow, arrogant movement, he reached down and unzipped his trousers once more.

The heavy, thick length of his cock sprung free, pulsing with a life of its own, the dark, veiny head already weeping a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened in the dim light of the room. It looked even more massive and intimidating now that the tension of the moment had returned.

Amelia stared at it, her mouth watering. The sting on her cheek from his slap hadn’t even faded, but the sensation only seemed to fuel her hunger.

She reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted her bangs, smoothing her hair back with a sudden, fierce determination. The mask of the High Priestess was gone.

The mother was gone, and the wife was gone. There was only the woman, the predator, the devotee of the flesh.

’Let them eat,’ she thought, a dark, defiant joy blooming in her chest. ’Let Apollo eat his wholesome lunch and Mireya dream of innocence.’

’They have their lies, but I have this... I have him...’ 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

’It has been so long since I allowed myself to truly descend... so long since I felt this magnificent, heavy weight claiming me.’

’I don’t care if they walk in... I don’t care if the gods themselves look down in shame.’

’I need him... I need to feel him deep in my throat again...’

She didn’t hesitate. She slid off the chair, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud.

She leaned forward, her eyes locked onto the throbbing head of his cock, and opened her mouth as wide as humanly possible. She didn’t just want to taste him; she wanted to consume him.

With a sudden, hungry lunge, Amelia surged forward. She took him in all at once, her jaw stretching to its absolute limit as she slid the entire, massive length of his cock into her mouth.

She pushed past the initial sensation of her teeth, driving her head forward until the base of his shaft slammed against her lips, forcing her throat to expand to accommodate his sheer girth.

Rex let out a sharp, strangled gasp, his hands instinctively flying to her head to steady her. He was genuinely caught off guard. He had expected her to struggle, to gag, to take him in slow, rhythmic increments.

But Amelia was a woman possessed. She had taken the entire, thick monster of a cock in one singular, violent motion, burying him so deep that his shaft visibly bulged against the skin of her neck.

"Fuck..." Rex groaned, his head tilting back as he looked down at her.

His eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and intense, soaring pleasure. "You... you little beast. You took it all in one go?"

Amelia looked up at him, her eyes hooded and dark with lust, her cheeks stretched wide as she held him deep in her throat. She didn’t choke; instead, she began to move, her head bobbing in a frantic, rhythmic motion, her throat muscles squeezing him with a desperate, tight grip that made Rex’s vision swim.

She was no longer just a woman receiving pleasure; she was a woman on a mission to devour the very man who had conquered her.

Rex let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers tangling deeply into her hair to guide her rhythm. While the sensation was intense, he refused to let her see him crumble. He was the master here, the predator, and even as her throat tightened around him like a velvet vise, he kept his gaze sharp and commanding.

He wouldn’t let a mere blowjob turn him into a whimpering mess; he would enjoy it, but he would enjoy it from a position of absolute power.

Amelia, however, was far from composed. She was a woman possessed by a singular, carnal hunger.

She began to bob her head with a frantic, desperate speed, her jaw working tirelessly to accommodate his massive girth. The sounds she made were no longer the quiet, polite noises of a priestess; they were the raw, uninhibited sounds of a woman lost to her instincts.

"SLURP! SCHLOP! SLURP! GULP!"

The wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth working over his cock were incredibly loud in the quiet room, a cacophony of filth that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards.

"SCHLOP! SLURP! SLURP! MMMM GULP!"

"That’s it, you fucking animal," Rex rasped, his voice dark and dripping with mockery.

He reached down, his large hands finding the heavy, rounded mounds of her ass. He didn’t just caress her; he began to spank her, his palms landing with sharp, stinging cracks against her flesh.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"SLURP! SCHLOP! SLURP!"

"Look at you," Rex sneered, his eyes looking down at her as he delivered another heavy blow to her buttock. "The High Priestess, kneeling on the floor like a common whore, sucking the cock of her son’s friend."

"If Apollo could see you now, seeing his ’holy’ mother’s face stretched wide around a man’s dick, he’d lose his goddamn mind!"

SMACK!

"SCHLOP! SLURP! GULP!"

Amelia’s eyes were rolled back, her entire world reduced to the taste of him and the stinging, delicious heat of his hands on her ass. Each slap sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her suction even harder, her throat muscles clenching around him in a desperate attempt to milk every drop of pleasure from him.

"You love it, don’t you?" Rex continued his verbal assault, his voice a low, dirty rumble that competed with the wet sounds of her mouth. "You love being treated like a piece of meat!"

"You love the shame of it!"

"You’re not a woman of faith; you’re just a hole for me to fill, a mouth for me to use whenever the mood strikes!"

"You’re nothing but a beautiful, slutty vessel for my pleasure, Amelia!"