The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine! - Chapter 370. That Simp Doesn’t Even Know Her Girl Was Getting Pounded Behind Tree**

Chapter 370: 370. That Simp Doesn’t Even Know Her Girl Was Getting Pounded Behind Tree**

The thought was a bitter ache, sharper than the physical stretching of her flesh. She felt a profound sense of mourning for the version of herself that existed only minutes ago, the untouched, pure Nerith.

That girl was dying with every violent, wet thrust, replaced by this panting, broken creature who was being forced to find pleasure in the very thing that was destroying her dignity.

’I am… being rewritten,’ she thought with horrible clarity as Rex’s pace reached a fever pitch. ’He’s engraving his name on me… and there’s no way to wash him out.’

The rhythm was a blur of madness now, frantic. The slow and deliberate torture had become a violent high-speed assault that made her brain reel.

Each thrust was no longer a distinct movement but a continuous overwhelming wave of pressure crashing against her core, leaving her gasping for air she could barely catch.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“It keeps hurting me every thrust… he’s too big… he’s going to break me in half!” her mind screamed, but the thought was becoming harder and harder to hold on to as the sensory overload grew.

Then she felt his hands move. Rex snaked his massive palms around her vulnerable waist, sliding his hands upward to claim her breasts.

His fingers dug into the soft, heavy mounds of her flesh, his grip unyielding and bruising. He squeezed her tits with a primal ferocity, his thumbs raking over her swollen, aching nipples as he continued to hammer into her from behind.

It was sensory overload. The pressure on her chest felt like it was crushing her lungs, and every breath was a desperate struggle as the friction below was sending bolts of white-hot sensation straight to her spine.

It was a two-way assault. The crushing weight on her breasts and the relentless, rhythmic pounding in her womb.

’Things are tightening up… and they are burning so intensely!’

The sensation was so intense it was as if she were being stretched on a rack, her body pulled taut between the unyielding bark of the tree and the crushing force of his hands. The pleasure was no longer a gentle thing; it was a violent, stabbing electricity that bypassed her will and went straight to her primal instincts.

’This is for the greater good of someone that tries to stab me in the back.’ Rex thought. ’I never imagined that dream walk skill could be this fucking effective.’

’Now I can imagine a lot of scenarios I could use… but the real question is that if psychological dominance could work on dreams where I… for example, use it on Apollo and Mireya so that I can fuck Mireya in his dream where he can’t do shit about it.’

’But still… I have to focus on this girl until her vision changes about me so that I don’t have to worry about anything at all.’

Nerith felt herself unraveling, the boundaries of her body dissolving into a singular, pulsing point of heat and friction. She was no longer a druid, no longer a woman; she was just a vessel of pure, unadulterated raw sensation, being hammered into submission by the sheer, overwhelming force of him.

Rex leaned over her, his chest pressed against her sweaty back, his breath hot and musky against her ear. He squeezed her breasts harder, his fingers kneading into the soft flesh so hard it would surely leave bruises as he plunged into her with renewed punishing vigor.

“Think about him while I’m ruining your body, Nerith,” Rex hissed in a low, vibrating growl that pierced through the haze of pleasure. “Think of that fucking virgin, Apollo.”

“Think how he would have treated you.”

“He’s probably not going to do this other than with whispers and soft touches towards you… but of course all of that wasn’t enough of how to treat a woman.”

“Like he was some fragile little glass doll that could break if he breathed too hard.”

He chuckled, a guttural, mocking sound, and drove a particularly deep, jarring thrust that made her whole pelvis shudder.

“He would have been too scared to ever really take you.”

“He would have been too busy worshiping your ’purity’ to actually fuck you like a woman.”

“He’s a poet, a dreamer… but he’s no man. Not like who I am right now!”

He had a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back until she had no choice but to feel the sheer, brutal reality of his movements. “Feel this! Feel the heft of a real man!”

“He gives you flowers, but I give you this!”

“He feeds you on sweet words, but I feed you on the truth of your own body!”

PLAPPPP!

He drove into her again; the force was so heavy, it felt as if he were trying to drive her into the very roots of the tree. “He would have left you feeling all frustrated, Nerith!”

“He would have left you unhappy and unloved, but to me? All the empty spots in your soul are being filled by me… in this goddamn heat!”

Nerith’s mind was torn between shame and an undeniable, scary feeling. Her mind told her he was a monster, a conqueror who was putting her down, but her body was telling her something different.

His thrusts and grip, with their pure, unadulterated power and manliness, were giving her a primal pleasure that Apollo’s gentleness could never have reached. It was true that she was being broken, but it was also awakening a hunger of desire she didn’t know she had.

Rex closed his eyes for a second just to use a dream manipulation skill so that he could make the dream even more intense. “Look who’s going to come next…”

Suddenly, the rhythmic wet smacks of Rex’s pelvis against Nerith’s backside were interrupted by a melodic voice from a distance.

“Nerith? Are you near, my love? The woods felt… restless.”

Nerith’s heart nearly stopped at the unmistakable voice of Apollo. ’N-No… why is he here…?!’

No matter how hard she tried to stay still, her body was still shaking from Rex’s fast, violent pace. Her eyes grew wide with pure, unadulterated fear.

“Ohh~! Would you look at that…?” Rex laughed. “I think this is going to be interesting, am I right?”

“Pleaseee…! Mpppgggghhh!” Nerith shook her head many times. “Don’t… let him… know…”

Rex didn’t miss a beat; he didn’t even slow his thrusts, just changed his rhythm to be a little more subtle, his hands clamped firmly on her breasts to keep her from squirming too loudly.

He turned his head towards the direction of the voice, his expression changing from predatory lust to a mask of casual, slightly annoyed nonchalance.

“Oi! Stay away, Apollo!” Rex shouted, his voice loud and clear, as if a man had interrupted a private business. “Can’t a man even find a quiet bush to relieve himself in peace without someone wandering by?!”

There was a moment of silence from the thicket. “What…?”

“Rex?” Apollo’s voice drifted back, confused and a little sheepish. “Is that you? I thought I heard… uhm… a well-behaved sound.”

“Are you okay, buddy?”

“Are you with Nerith? I can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

Rex groaned loudly and exaggeratedly, leaning his weight against the tree as though he were sitting down to do his business. “She’s fine!”

“She is… uh… she’s helping me check the perimeter!”

“Don’t come close to me!”

“I’m smack dab in the middle of a very… intense… digestive debacle!”

“You don’t want to see a warrior in such a vulnerable position, do you?”

Nerith felt Rex fucking her while Rex’s loud, boisterous voice covered it up. It was both horrifyingly delicious and horrifyingly awful.

He was thrusting carefully and rhythmically, hard enough to make her think she was going crazy but controlled enough that the sounds of the rustling leaves and his own loud shouting drowned them out.

“Ah… Sorry, Rex,” Apollo responded, his voice drifting away much more distantly now. “I didn’t mean to butt into your… nature.”

“I will wait by the stream, so please take your time.”

“I do hope that Nerith stays safe because she’s not feeling like her usual self.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Rex yelled back. “Don’t wait for me!”

Apollo’s footsteps faded away, and Rex bent down, brushing his lips against the shell of Nerith’s ear, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper meant only for her. “Hear that, little flower?”

“He thinks you’re safe.”

“What he doesn’t know is that while he’s waiting by the water, you are being totally destroyed by a real man.”

He abandoned the subtlety in a sudden violent surge, his thrusts heavy and punishing once more, the wet rhythmic sounds of his conquest reclaiming the silence of the grove.

Apollo’s steps died away, and Rex’s face changed. The mask of casual annoyance slipped from his face and was replaced by a dark, concentrated intensity.

His thrusts shortened and grew more urgent, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, anchoring her against the tree as he neared his breaking point.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice a low, rough vibration. “I’m going to cum inside you now, Nerith.”

“I’m going to leave you full of me.”

’W-What…? No…!’

Her chest filled with fear. Nerith shook her head violently behind the leaf gag. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“Mmmph! Mmph! No!” she tried to scream, but her voice was muffled.

As she tried to arch her back, twist her hips, and throw him off, her mind begged him to stop and not treat her so badly. She did not want such an encounter, not with him and not the way it was.

But Rex didn’t hear her, or maybe he just didn’t care. He was lost in the crescendo of his own pleasure, primal and frantic in his movements.

“You’re so FUCKING tight,” he groaned, his voice thick and heavy. “And it keeps getting tigher and tigher until it won’t let go of my cock!”

“So that means your pussy really wants that human semen of mine, hahaha!”

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