The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine! - Chapter 381. She Finally Good At Sucking! (I’m Proud For My Little Flower)**

Chapter 381: 381. She Finally Good At Sucking! (I’m Proud For My Little Flower)**

Nerith’s face underwent a terrifying, beautiful transformation. The poised druid was gone, replaced by a creature of pure, ecstatic madness.

Her head snapped back against his shoulder, her eyes rolling up into her head until only the whites showed, her expression one of complete, mindless surrender.

“Mmpphhhhhh… hhhggggggnnnnnn…”

She wasn’t just cumming, but she was breaking.

The first wave hit her like a tidal wave, a violent contraction of her internal muscles that gripped his fingers with a deathly strength. But it didn’t stop.

Because of the sheer intensity of his brutal fingering, the orgasm wouldn’t let go. It cascaded into a second, then a third, a relentless succession of shattering climaxes that pulsed through her entire frame.

’HE MANAGES TO MAKE ME CUM MORE THAN ONCEEE~!’

’OH, MOTHER NATURE~! THIS FEELING IS INTENSE…!’ Her body jerked in rhythmic, convulsive spasms, her legs trembling uncontrollably in the water.

She was lost in a sea of sensation, her mind was wiped clean of everything except the feeling of his hand ravaging her and the overwhelming, delicious feeling of being utterly, beautifully undone. Underneath the water, her leaves were thrashing wildly, a dark, chaotic emerald storm that mirrored the beautiful, messy carnage happening within her soul.

Rex didn’t let up. Seeing her break was a drug, and he was addicted to the way her body convulsed around his hand.

He increased the tempo, his fingers working like pistons inside her, driving deep and hard, mimicking the brutal, rhythmic thrusting of the man from her nightmares. Each time he struck a sensitive spot deep within her, Nerith’s entire body arched, her spine stiffening as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK! SCHLCK!

“MPPHHHH! NNNGGGHHHHH!” Her cries were swallowed by his hand, reduced to desperate, muffled whimpers that vibrated against his palm.

“NRRGGGHH~! MMMMRRRGGGHH~!” Her eyes remained rolled back, seeing nothing but white light and the pulsing shadows of her own pleasure.

Rex leaned closer, his lips brushing against her sweating temple, his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl that was meant only for her ears.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his tone dripping with a dark, smug satisfaction. “The great, dignified Druid of the forest… reduced to a shivering, leaking mess because of a few fingers.”

“You’re nothing but a hungry little animal right now, aren’t you?”

He drove his fingers even deeper, catching the underside of her G spot with a heavy, sweeping motion that sent her into a fresh, violent spasm. “MPPHHH~! NHHH~! AARRGH~! REEXXX~!”

“And the best part?” Rex chuckled, a low, vibrating sound that she felt in her very bones.

He glanced toward the bamboo screen, where Apollo’s oblivious voice drifted through the steam once more. “That fucking virgin is sitting right there.”

“He thinks you’re ’resting.’ He thinks you’re ’finding yourself’ in the silence.”

Rex’s grip on her mouth tightened slightly, his thumb stroking her lip as he continued to ravage her below the waterline.

“He has no idea that while he’s talking about bridges and carriages, you’re being absolutely ruined by me.”

“He’s out there playing the gentleman, while you’re in here, soaking wet and screaming my name into my palm.”

“He thinks he knows you, Nerith… but he doesn’t know this version of you.” Rex licks her face. “The filthy, desperate version that belongs to me.”

Nerith couldn’t even form a thought to protest. She was caught in a loop of unending orgasms, her vaginal muscles clamping down on his hand in a rhythmic, milking motion that was almost as intense as the pleasure itself.

She was a slave to the sensation, her will dissolved by the sheer, brutal efficiency of his touch.

“Keep it in, Nerith,” Rex commanded, his voice a dominant purr as he felt her heave against him. “Don’t let him hear how much you love being treated like a common slut.”

“Let him think you’re peaceful while we make sure you’re completely destroyed.”

He pushed her further, his fingers working with a ruthless, unrelenting pace, pushing her past the limits of what her body should be able to endure, ensuring that by the time he was done, the only thing she would be able to think about was the man who had mastered her.

Rex decided that the frontal assault wasn’t enough to truly break her spirit, so he wanted to conquer her from every angle. With a sudden, powerful surge of strength, he hooked his arms under her armpits and hauled her body upward.

“MRRRGGGGHHH~!” Nerith gasped, her chest heaving, her back arching as he lifted her partially out of the water, suspending her weight against his massive frame.

In this vulnerable, elevated position, Rex shifted his focus. He moved his hand from her drenched front to the tight, trembling heat of her backside.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he spread her cheeks and drove his fingers inward.

“You want the truth, Nerith?” Rex growled into her ear, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. “You don’t want a druid’s peace.”

“You want to be conquered, and even better… you want to be filled until there’s nothing left of you but sensation.”

“I do indeed rape you, but you’re starting to get a liking of it, huh?” Rex laughed in her ears. “It is that good, Nerith… so I’ll give the real one to you right now…”

He didn’t ease in. He shoved all five fingers into her at once, a brutal, stretching invasion that forced a high-pitched, muffled shriek from her throat.

The sheer fullness of him, the sensation of being stretched to her absolute limit, was more than her nervous system could handle. “NNNGGGHHHH~! MRRAAGGH~!”

The combination of the intense vaginal stimulation and the sudden, heavy pressure of his fingers in her ass acted like a detonator.

’TOO MUCHHH!!! THIS IS TOO MUCCHHHH!” Nerith screamed in her thoughts. “BUT…! I LOVE IT SO MUCCCHHHH~!”

’I WANT REX~! I WANT HIM TO CLAIM MEEEE~!’

Nerith’s world exploded.

SQUUUIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

It wasn’t just an orgasm, but it was a total bodily collapse. Her internal muscles clamped down on his hand with the strength of a vice.

A violent, torrential release erupted from her, a fountain of pleasure so intense that her bladder gave way alongside her womb. A hot, uncontrolled spray of fluid mingled with the spring water, a physical manifestation of her total loss of control.

She was peeing, she was cumming, and she was unraveling in a glorious, messy display of pure, animalistic release.

“Ah fuck! Hahaha! You’re making the hot spring dirty now with your love nectar and pee!” Rex laughed.

Her body went limp, the tension finally snapping like a taut wire. Rex lowered her back into the water, but she didn’t sink.

She slumped forward, her chest heaving, her face inches from his. Her natural hair was a tangled, sodden mess, and her skin was flushed a deep, feverish crimson.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, glassy, and completely vacant of anything but devotion. She was panting, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gulps, her lips parted and trembling.

The “dignified druid” was dead, but in her place now was a woman who had been thoroughly, beautifully ruined.

“Kiss… me…” she rasped, the command sounding more like a prayer. “Rex… please… kiss me…”

“Heh… are you sure…?” Rex held her chin. “You’re Apollo’s right…?”

“No… I want to be yours only…” Nerith shook her head. “Please… claim me… steal me away from him.”

“Well, you deserve it, so…”

Rex didn’t make her wait. He reached out, cupping her jaw with a hand that was still slick with her juices, and crashed his lips against hers.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a dominant, territorial claim.

He tasted of the spring and the salt of her skin, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with the same unyielding authority he had used to break her body. He devoured her, his kiss deep and demanding, asserting his ownership over her soul as much as her flesh.

“Mphhhh… smoochh… slurrrppp…” Nerith enjoyed his dominant kisses.

As he deepened the kiss, Nerith’s head lolled back slightly. Her eyes, once sharp and intelligent, glazed over completely.

In the haze of her euphoria, her vision swirled with a dazed, lovestruck fog of her pupils dilated so wide and her expression so utterly captivated that it was as if her very eyes were reflecting the heartfelt, obsessive adoration she now felt for the man who had just dismantled her.

The kiss was a final seal upon her surrender, leaving Nerith breathless and reeling in the warm, lapping waters. But Rex wasn’t finished.

He wasn’t done claiming every inch of her devotion.

With a slow, predatory grace, Rex rose from the depths of the spring. As he stood, the water cascaded off his sculpted, tanned muscles, but it was what emerged from the water that drew Nerith’s gaze like a magnet.

His massive, heavy cock breached the surface, thick and pulsing with a life of its own, the dark veined length glistening under the moonlight and the steam. It stood tall and imposing, a towering monument of masculinity right in front of her face.

’H-Here it is…’ Nerith’s breath hitched, coming in short, ragged gasps. ’It looks ready for me… and it’s already better than the one I saw and felt in the dream.’

Her face contorted into the most uninhibitedly horny expression imaginable, where her eyes were wide and glazed with a feverish lust, her lips were swollen and wet, and her tongue flicked out instinctively to moisten her parched mouth. The sight of him didn’t just excite her, but it commanded her.

In that moment of intense arousal, her mind raced through the memories of the women she had observed the effortless, practiced grace of Aisella, the hungry intensity of Talyra, and the primal, driven movements of the women in her own fever dreams.

She remembered the way they had surrendered themselves to a man’s size and the techniques they used to accommodate a girth that seemed impossible.

She would rather not be a spectator anymore. She wanted to be the vessel.

Without a second of hesitation, Nerith lunged forward. She didn’t just lean in, but she dove toward him. Her mouth opened wide, her jaw stretching with a desperate hunger as she engulfed the massive, throbbing head of his cock.

“Ohh? Straight to business are we?” Rex laughed. “I can’t believe you’ve finally shown the best result of your training.”

The sensation was overwhelming because of the heat, the sheer scale of him filling her oral cavity, and the salty, musky taste of his skin. She didn’t just suck, but she attacked him with her mouth.

She wrapped her lips tightly around the base, creating a vacuum of intense suction, and began to bob her head with a frantic, rhythmic speed. “GLCK~! GLCK~! GLCK~!”

SLURP! GLCK! SLURP!

The sound of her wet, desperate-sounding suction echoed in the quiet of the spring. She moved with a ferocious, practiced intensity, her head snapping up and down, her tongue swirling frantically around the ridge of his glans to milk every drop of sensation from him.

She was using everything she had learned, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes, even as she worked to take as much of his length as her throat would allow.

“I’m really proud of you, my little flower…”

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