The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine! - Chapter 369. Brutally Pounded For The First Time While Getting Tied By Nature**

Chapter 369: 369. Brutally Pounded For The First Time While Getting Tied By Nature**

He got closer, and her wet, exposed folds felt his hot breath. She shook violently.

“Good shit right here… it smells like nature and sunlight morning mixed into one arousing smell.”

He liked the wait because it made her want and fear him more. He made sure that when he finally took her, she would be a shaking, crying mess of overwhelming feelings.

Nerith’s whole world was a storm of conflicting emotions. Behind the gag of leaves, her mouth worked feverishly, her tongue pressed against the wet leaves as she tried to form words that would never really come out.

’Mmmph! Hhhhmmm…! R-Rex!” The sound was a desperate, muffled trill, a protest, a plea.

His thumb worked a rhythmic, heavy pressure against her swollen clitoris, her hips bucking instinctively against the roots. The sensation was a violent jolt of electricity that traveled straight to her core, making her toes curl into the dirt.

“Stop…! No! Mppphhh…!”

’Please make it stop!’ her mind screamed, a chaotic swirling of shame and overwhelming physical stimulus.

“Mmmnnnn! P-Please… mmmph!” She attempted to plead for him to speed up or cease the torturous teasing, but the words came out as nothing more than wet, rhythmic whimpers.

A sharp, high-pitched hum had trapped in her throat each time his finger slid through the nectar of her own arousal.

Pain and hope were at odds with each other. His hand was coated in her juices, which were smooth and thick.

As his fingers moved across her petal, they made a wet, squelching sound that was much louder in the quiet grove and made her deaf. “Oh yeah…”

“Your body can’t lie at all, Nerith,” Rex laughed. “I think it’s used to seeing me, fucking Aisella and Talyra.”

“And now… it’s anticipating this moment right here…”

“Right… now…”

“Mmmph! Aaaah!” A muffled cry escaped her as he caught the very edge of her sensitive nub with a sudden, firm squeeze.

Her body arched so violently that the roots holding her groaned. She was caught in a terrifying loop where her mind was drowning in fear and the thought of Apollo, but her body was responding to Rex’s touch with a traitorous, pulsing heat that she couldn’t control.

She was a druid of the forest, yet she felt like a flower being unraveled by a storm.

A low, predatory growl vibrated through the very roots that held her. Rex stepped closer, his massive, pulsing cock brushing against her wet, petal-like folds.

The heat of him was staggering, a heavy-duty engine-like warmth that made Nerith’s breath hitch in a frantic, muffled sob behind her leafy gag. “My cock is going to enjoy this fucking pussy of a druid, hahaha!”

He was not in a hurry. He began to tease her, the broad, velvet head of his penis sliding slowly against her opening, smearing her own nectar across her sensitive rimmed entrance.

He moved in slow, agonizing circles, the blunt force of his glans stretching her slightly, testing the tight, virgin threshold of her body. “Do you feel that, Nerith?”

“Mmmph! Hnnnaaaah!” Nerith’s eyes bulged, her head snapping forward against the bark.

The feeling was overwhelming, the immensity of him like a mountain crashing down on her. She could feel the pressure building, an ugly fullness that was going to push her past her limits.

Rex’s eyes were dark, almost black with lust. “Hang on, little flower,” he said, his voice a gravelly caress. “This is the part where you finally belong to me.”

His teasing manner abruptly switched to violence. He reached down, his large calloused hands slamming onto her hips, then sliding down to clasp the fleshy cheeks of her backside.

He squeezed with a bruising, possessive force, his fingers digging deep into her skin to hold her still. “Here I…”

“…GO!” He lunged forward with an explosive burst of power.

“MMMMTTTHHHH!”

The gag swallowed the sound as he drove himself home in one singular, devastating thrust. He breached her tight, virgin resistance with a brutal, unyielding force.

Nerith felt her world fracture. It wasn’t just a sensation, but it was an invasion.

The feeling of being split wide, of her very essence being displaced by his massive girth, sent a shockwave of pure, unadulterated sensation through her nervous system. Her eyes rolled back, her body arching in a silent, agonizing scream of both pain and a terrifying, unwanted ecstasy as he filled her completely.

“MRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!” Nerith’s eyes start to stream with a lot of tears.

She can feel a violent stretching, a primal ripping, as if her very soul were being remolded to accept his enormity. Her vision went white, the forest blurring in a wash of emerald and gold, her nerves screaming in a chaotic symphony of shock.

The sheer, unyielding thickness of him filled every corner of her, a heavy, pulsing weight that seemed to reach all the way to her heart.

Rex roared gutturally, triumphantly, his muscles bunching and straining as he buried himself to the hilt. He did not withdraw for her to reposition herself; he kept her there, pinning her to the tree with the sheer power of his thrust, forcing her body to bear up under the extreme fullness.

“There.” His voice was thick with dark, primal satisfaction. “Now you know at last who you really belong to.”

Nerith could only squeak out a series of broken, muffled whimpers, her body trembling uncontrollably in his grip. The pain was sharp and searing, a stinging heat radiating through her hips, but beneath that a terrifying but inevitable tide of sensation began to swell.

She was no longer merely a woman; she was a vessel being claimed by a force of nature, her very identity being overwritten by the rhythmic, bruising reality of Rex’s dominance.

Rex flung his head back, a booming, cruel laugh erupting from his chest and echoing through the canopy. He looked down at where their bodies joined and saw the bright, crimson smear of her hymen blood mixing with her pearlescent nectar, staining the emerald moss beneath her.

“Oh shit~ Would you look at that?!” he crowed, and his voice was full of sadistic triumph. “The great Druidess, defeated at last.”

“Your purity is seeping into the dirt, Nerith!”

Nerith’s mind was a broken mirror. The first, sharp sting of her tearing was becoming a dull, throbbing pain that beat with her heartbeat.

Her eyes were glazed behind the leafy gag, staring blankly at the bark of the tree. It’s gone, she thought, an emptiness, a drifting feeling, taking hold. Everything I was… it’s all bleeding away.

Rex started to move, mercifully slowly at first. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slid back in with a deliberate, agonizingly smooth motion.

Each stroke was a heavy, dragging sensation, making her feel every ridge of his massive length.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Mmmph . . . hnnn…” Her cries were no longer protests, but the incoherent sounds of a mind losing its grasp on reality.

The minutes passed and the tempo changed. The slow, torturous slides became rhythmic, violent thrusts.

Plap! Squelch! Plap!

The sound of his pelvis slamming against her buttocks became a metronome of her undoing. Rex was relentless, his pace accelerating with a predatory fever.

He was no longer just fucking her; he was hammering into her, his thrusts becoming short, rapid, and devastatingly deep. “A druid’s pussy almost felt the same as an elf’s, but I prefer this any day as long as I can use it until I’m satisfied!”

Nerith’s consciousness began to fray at the edges. The world was a smear of heat and friction and the cloying smell of musk and bruised wildflowers.

The line between the agony of the stretching and the sharp, electric jolts of pleasure was blurring. Her thoughts were no longer coherent sentences but jagged shards of sensation.

’It’s too much… it’s hurting me… so much… Rex…’

Her brain was no longer able to process the input. Every violent lunge was a new wave of sensory overload crashing through her, shattering her last vestiges of willpower.

She was no longer a person. She was a collection of nerves being played like a frantic instrument by a master who knew exactly how to break her.

The world was not made of trees or light. It was made of friction, heat, and the relentless, bruising rhythm of Rex’s hips.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The impact of each slam reverberated through her very bones, a violent percussion that threatened to shake her soul loose from her body.

’This wasn’t how it was supposed to be,’ her mind wandered, a lonesome-sounding thought amidst the storm of sensation. ’It was supposed to be soft…’

’It was supposed to be a gentle unfolding, like a flower opening to the morning sun.’

She thought of Apollo. She thought of his hands, the hands that would hold her as if she were spun from moonlight and that would tremble with reverence before daring to touch her.

She imagined, with him, a slow, sacred dance of souls.

’But this… this is a conquest,’ she understood, a sob catching in her throat behind the gag. ’This is not a union…’

’This is a siege.’

The contrast was a jagged blade in her heart. Apollo would have waited for her heart to be ready, would have whispered her name like a prayer.

But Rex did not whisper; he commanded. He did not ask; he took.

There was no tenderness in the way he filled her, only a primal, hungry dominance that demanded she forget all else.

’He’s stealing the sanctity of it,’ she thought, her eyes blurring with tears that felt as heavy as lead. ’He’s taking the first time a man has ever known the inside of me, and he’s turning it into a battlefield.’

’He’s making my most sacred secret a common place thing…’

’…a prize won in a hunt.’

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