Chapter 532: 532. Insult Everything! I Love Giving All The Insults, No Matter Who They Are!**

SMACK! SMACK!

"SLURP! SCHLOP! SLURP! MMMM—GULP!"

The more he insulted her, the more she thrived. The insults acted like an aphrodisiac, fueling her need to perform, to prove that she could take all of him, all of his cruelty, and all of his dominance.

She bobbed her head faster and faster, her neck muscles straining, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the beautiful, filthy madness of the moment.

GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!

Inside the chaotic storm of her mind, Amelia was no longer the High Priestess. The woman who recited the sacred litanies and guided the faithful had been completely obliterated, replaced by something raw, primitive, and utterly unashamed.

’Oh gods, he’s right,’ she thought, her consciousness swirling in a haze of heat and saliva. ’He’s absolutely right...’

’I am nothing but a vessel for him...’

’I’m just a thing to be used, a toy for his amusement... and I love it...’

’I love it so much it’s tearing me apart!’

Every time his palm cracked against her ass, a jolt of electric shame and ecstasy shot through her, blinding her to everything but the sensation of his cock in her throat. The pain of the spankings didn’t frighten her; it awakened her.

It told her that she was alive, that she was real, and that she was utterly under his thumb.

’Yes, call me a whore!’ she screamed internally, her mind racing even as her body worked mechanically, her jaw aching from the effort. ’Call me a slut!’

’Destroy my dignity, strip away every layer of my holiness until there’s nothing left but this!’

’I’ve spent my entire life pretending to be above the flesh, pretending that the body was just a shell for the soul.’

’But look at me now... I’m just a mouth and a throat, a warm, wet place for him to dump his seed.’

She felt a wave of bitter, sweet resentment toward her husband, toward the sterile purity of her marriage. Cassius would never have dared to slap her.

He would have asked her if she were comfortable. He would have treated her with a reverence that felt like a coffin.

’I’ve been starving,’ she realized, the thought cutting through the fog of pleasure. ’I’ve been starving for this brutality!’

’I don’t want a husband who treats me like a goddess; I want a man who treats me like a bitch!’

’I want to be owned! I want to be commanded! I want to feel the weight of him, the power of him, crushing the life out of my pretense!’

The thought of Apollo and Mireya upstairs, their footsteps and voices distant and irrelevant, seemed like a dream from another life. They were ghosts, and the only reality was the massive, throbbing length of Rex inside her, the sting of his hand on her skin, and the overwhelming, suffocating heat of his presence.

’I don’t care if they find us,’ she thought, her eyes opening and locking onto Rex’s cruel, beautiful face. ’I don’t care if they see me on my knees, my mouth full of him, my ass red and swollen!’

’Let them see...! Let them know that I’m not their saintly mother... I’m just a woman who wants to be used until there’s nothing left of her!’

Rex’s hand came down again, a heavy, stinging SLAP that echoed through the room, making Amelia’s hips jerk involuntarily. He wasn’t just spanking her now; he was marking her, asserting his ownership with every bruising blow to her backside.

"Look at you, Amelia," Rex sneered, his voice a dark, melodic taunt as he looked down at the top of her head. "Where is your goddess now?"

"Where is that ’Life’ she’s supposed to be so proud of?"

"Is she watching you right now?"

"Is she looking down from her golden throne, seeing her most faithful servant kneeling in the dirt, her face buried in a man’s crotch like a starving animal?"

SMACK!

"SLURP! SCHLOP! MMMM—GULP!"

"She’s a fraud, Amelia! Just like you!" Rex laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "She promises life, but all she gave you was a hollow, empty existence of rules and rituals!"

"She gave you a husband who treats you like a shrine that needs worshipping, like a fucking simp, while you were secretly rotting inside, craving the very thing she forbids!"

"You’re not living a life of faith; you’re just performing a play for an audience of ghosts!"

Amelia’s mind was a battlefield of ecstasy and humiliation. The insults were like hot coals being poured into her soul, burning away the last vestiges of her priestly dignity.

’He’s tearing it all down,’ she thought, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the sting of another slap. ’He’s tearing down the temple, the goddess, the marriage... and he’s leaving nothing but the truth.’

’The goddess is a lie! The sanctity is a lie! The only thing that is real is the weight of him, the heat of him, and the way he makes me feel so incredibly, beautifully small!’

SMACK! SMACK!

"SCHLOP! SLURP! GULP!"

"You’re nothing but a beautiful, lying vessel!" Rex growled, his hand moving to grip her hair, pulling her head back just enough to look into her glazed, desperate eyes. "You pretend to be the light of this world, but you’re just a dark, hungry hole waiting to be filled!"

"You’re a hypocrite, Amelia! A magnificent, slutty hypocrite!"

’Yes!’ she screamed internally, her heart hammering against her ribs. ’Call me a hypocrite! Call me a liar! Because every lie I’ve ever told was to protect this feeling!’

’Every prayer was a mask for this hunger!’

’If being a priestess means being empty, then let me be a sinner!’

’Let me be his hypocrite! Let me be the woman who finds her true life in the middle of this beautiful, filthy sin!’

She leaned even harder into him, her jaw aching, her throat pulsing as she tried to swallow as much of him as possible. She wanted to prove him right.

She wanted to show him that she could be the most shameless, most unholy thing he had ever encountered.

’I don’t need her light,’ Amelia thought, a wild, feral grin forming behind the massive cock she was working on. ’I have his heat... I have his hands...’

’And as long as he keeps mocking me, as long as he keeps breaking me... I have everything that I wanted... this entire time!’

Rex had had enough of her working at her own pace. The mockingly playful glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, dominant intensity.

He reached down and gripped her hair, his fingers digging in as he forced her head back, tilting her face up so she had to look him in the eye.

"Enough," he grunted.

Without warning, he seized her by the throat and the back of her head, hauling her forward. He didn’t wait for her to adjust; he drove himself into her mouth with a violent, punishing thrust.

"MMMPH!" Amelia’s eyes flew wide, her hands clawing at his thighs as her head was slammed back and forth.

Rex didn’t slow down. He took over completely, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm that made her jaw ache and her throat seize.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

He was fucking her mouth now, his body a machine of pure, unyielding power. He shoved himself deeper and deeper, his massive cock filling her to the hilt, pushing past her tongue and slamming against the back of her throat.

Amelia’s eyes rolled all the way up into her head, her vision turning white as she struggled to keep up with the savage pace. Her body was shaking, her legs giving out as she slumped forward, her face buried between his thighs.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t even scream. All she could do was endure the overwhelming sensation of him.

As her mouth filled up, a thick stream of saliva and pre-cum began to drool from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her robes, but she didn’t care. She was drowning in him, and she wanted to go deeper.

GLCK! PLAP! GLCK! PLAP! GLCK! PLAP!

"Suck it," Rex commanded, his voice a low, guttural snarl. "Take it all, you little slut!"

He gave one final, devastating thrust, his body tensing as he reached the breaking point. His eyes widened, his breath hitching as he felt his seed beginning to rise.

"Here it comes," he gasped. "I’m going to release the semen you craved the most!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Amelia felt it—the sudden, explosive surge of heat. Rex bucked forward, and a massive load of hot, thick cum erupted into her mouth.

It hit the back of her throat like a flood, a tidal wave of salty, bitter warmth that threatened to choke her. She gagged, her body convulsing, but she didn’t pull away.

She wrapped her lips tight around him, her cheeks bulging as she swallowed and sucked, determined to drink every single drop.

"GULP... GULP... SLURP!"

She fought to swallow it all, her throat working frantically as she took in the massive load, her eyes half closed in a delirious, lust-filled haze.

And then, the door creaked open.

Mireya stood there, her eyes wide with shock. She had come back for something she had forgotten, and she found herself staring directly at the scene.

Apollo’s mother, the High Priestess, was on her knees, her face smeared with saliva and cum, desperately trying to swallow the last of Rex’s seed as he stood there, half naked, his massive cock still buried in her mouth.

Mireya froze, her breath hitching in her throat. "H-huh..."