The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine! - Chapter 368. Using Druid’s Magic To Tie Her Up So That I Can Do Whatever I Want To Her**

Chapter 368: 368. Using Druid’s Magic To Tie Her Up So That I Can Do Whatever I Want To Her**

Nerith pitched forward, hands to her mouth, but couldn’t hold back the flood. A thick, white semen stream spilled over her lips, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.

It was a bitter, metallic, overpowering taste, and it made her stomach heave violently, instinctively.

“Blugggghhhhh… couggghhh… hweeeegggghhhhhhh…”

She slipped and fell to the ground, where she was on her hands and knees. She choked, and a sharp, wet cough came up from her throat. Her body was trying to get rid of the foreign substance. Burning and thick. As the thick liquid went back up her throat, she threw up.

Her face was wet with tears, mingled with the white stain on her chin. A deep, empty ache settled in her chest, a sadness beyond the physical pain of her throat.

She shook and spat in the cold amber light. She knew that he had taken everything from her—her pride, her voice, and her honor—and left her to shake in the dirt while he stood over her, not moving or feeling sorry for what he had done.

“Couggghhh! Couuggghhh! Hweerrrggghhhh…!”

Then her retching was lost in a heavy silence, broken only by the ragged, wet gasps for air from Nerith. She remained bent over, her forehead almost touching the forest ground, her body shaking from the aftershocks of trauma.

“Love seeing that suffering face after not being able to take any of my fucking semen like that.” Rex laughed with his arms crossed. “But… it makes me feel insulted seeing someone waste such a massive load of semen.”

Rex stood over her, finally slowing down his breathing. He had a cool, bored look on his face.

He smiled as he looked down at her chin and saw a pool of sperm and tears.

He looked at her. “Look at you,” he said softly, without regret. “A fucking mess I just created, and it’s a beautiful broken little mess.”

Nerith swallowed some of his semen, and then a wave of nausea washed over her. The taste was still bitter in her mouth.

She made herself look up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and swimming with a deep, aching sorrow. “Why…?”

“Huh? Say it louder!”

“How… how can you be so cruel?” she whispered in a ragged thread of sound. “W-was it not enough?”

“Did you finish taking everything you wanted from me…?”

Rex chuckled, a short dry chuckle, and reached down to lift her chin with one finger. “Everything? Oh please…”

“You gave it to me, Nerith,” Rex smirked. “You gave it freely the moment you chose to keep those secrets from me.”

“I… I didn’t… it wasn’t like that,” she sobbed, one tear running down the white streaks along her cheek. “I was trying to protect… to hold it…”

“To keep what? To keep a lie alive?” Rex cut in, his voice hardening. “You thought you could dance on the edge of the knife and not get cut.”

“But knives always cut, Nerith. And now you know who has the handle.”

He leaned over her, his shadow looming above her like a pall. “Don’t look at me with those pitiful eyes.”

“You knew what this was, and you knew what it would cost you to play games with a man like me.”

“You… are a monster,” she breathed, the words a soft accusation with no real venom but instead a devastating hollowed-out exhaustion.

“Maybe,” Rex allowed, the dark, predatory light flashing in his eyes. “But I’m the monster that’s really here.”

“Not the boy you dream about in the moonlight, so keep that in mind next time you think you can hide a single thought from me.”

Rex’s eyes trailed downwards, following the quivering contours of her body, pausing where her skirt was gathered and ruffled around her hips. The hunger in his eyes didn’t subside with his climax, but instead, it morphed into something deeper, more primal.

The conquest of her mouth was but a mere appetizer.

“You know,” Rex said, his voice dropping to a low, predatory hum that raised the hair on the back of Nerith’s neck, “the mouth was just the beginning…”

“You’ve been holding so much back, Nerith. There’s so much tension… so much resistance.

He slid in, his thigh against her shaking knees. “It’s time to finish what we started.”

“It is the right time for you to be truly mine.”

Nerith’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, and it hit her like a physical blow. She knew that look, especially how his eyes darkened when he looked at her core.

“N-no…” she choked out, her voice climbing, a frantic, high-pitched whimper. “Rex, please… not that one…!”

“Anything but that!”

She tried to scramble backwards, her hands slipping in the dirt, but he was already over her, a wall she couldn’t get around.

“Please,” she cried, and the tears came again, hot and frantic. “I’ll do anything! I’ll tell you all! I shall never keep a secret again!”

“I’ll be whatever you need…! Just please anything but that…!”

“Not yet…! N-not this way!”

Now she was begging with all her tears, her dignity stripped away completely, clutching at the hem of her tunic, knuckles white. “I’ll be your servant, your… your shadow…!”

“Just don’t take that away from me! Don’t make my first time feel like a conquest!”

“I don’t care… you reap what you sow.”

Rex reached down, his big hands gripping her waist, stilling her frantic movements. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his breath a hot stinging promise of the violation to come.

“That’s the point, Nerith,” he whispered, a cruel, beautiful-sounding lie. “It’s not a gift, but it is a debt… And now it’s time you paid for it in full.”

The desperation lent sudden frantic strength to Nerith. She pushed against Rex’s chest, palms slick with sweat and dirt, and scrambled backwards on hands and knees.

“Help!” she shrieked, her voice breaking as she spun to dash for the thicket. “Apollo! Please, someone!”

“ANYONE—”

But Rex was quicker. He didn’t even move to follow her; he just raised a hand, his eyes glowing with a sudden green and terrifying light.

“Stay,” he commanded, his voice carrying the ancient authority of the forest.

The ground beneath Nerith trembled. Before she could take a second step, thick, gnarled roots burst from the earth like striking serpents.

They wrapped around her ankles, her waist, and her wrists with impossible speed. She let out a muffled cry as the woody vines tightened, pinning her limbs to her sides.

The more she struggled, the more the forest seemed to respond to Rex’s will, the roots squeezing her body until she was held in a rigid, unyielding embrace.

’T-The forest and nature…? W-Why are they…’

“Mmmph! H-Help!” she screamed, but a soft, leafy vine curled up and wrapped around her jaw and mouth like a living gag, turning her screams into frantic, soft hums.

Then the magic turned vicious. The roots began to shift her, maneuvering her body with a clinical, mechanical accuracy.

They raised her up, tilting her forward until her chest pressed against the coarse, mossy trunk of the ancient tree. Her hips were pushed back, arched high and vulnerable, while her legs were parted by thick, throbbing tendrils that kept her ankles apart.

She was in exactly the right place, her face pressed against the wood, her vision filled with nothing but the texture of the bark and the smell of damp moss. She was completely vulnerable, her most intimate parts exposed to the air of the forest and to the man behind her.

Rex stepped into her space, the heat of his body radiating against her trembling thighs. He looked down at her exposed, trembling form, a dark smirk of triumph on his face.

“There,” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. “Now you can’t run other than feel what I’m about to do to you.”

Rex reached down, fingers hooking into the hem of her druid dress. Woven from living emerald moss and softened vines, the garment felt a part of her own skin, but he peeled it away with a ruthless, methodical slowness.

“I have to admit that you’re a fucking gem in terms of body and sexy clothes.” Rex licked his mouth.

He could see the plant-based fabric slid down her thighs, revealing her undergarments—delicate, translucent leaves that shimmered with a faint, bioluminescent dew.

With a single tug he brushed away the leaf panties, leaving her completely naked to the forest air.

Nerith’s breath caught in her leafy gag, a muffled whimper vibrating in her throat. Her anatomy was a testament to her druidic heritage; her pussy was unlike any ordinary woman’s.

The inner folds were a soft, petal-like pink, reminiscent of a blooming peony, and the skin possessed a subtle, iridescent sheen, as if dusted with starlight. Even in her terror, her body was betraying her because the delicate, petal-like labia were already swollen and glistening, weeping a clear, viscous nectar that coated her thighs in a sweet-smelling dew.

“Oh my fucking lust… this is what mother nature is hiding from me,” Rex said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to pass through the very roots that held her.

He reached out, a single finger tracing the line where her thigh met her most sensitive flesh. “A little flower, ripe and ready to be plucked.”

He didn’t go right on in but began to tease her, his thumb slowly circling the sensitive, swollen clitoris, pressing gently so as to make her hips jerk involuntarily against the tree. He watched with predatory glee as the nectar increased; the wet, sliding sounds of his touch reverberated in the quiet grove.

“All this moisture for someone who claims she’s so afraid,” he jeered, his voice thick with sarcasm. “Your body is begging me to take you, Nerith.”

“It screams for me to fill you, open you up.”

“You really gonna play like you don’t want this?”

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