Rex wasn't finished with their torment; he was only just beginning to peel back the layers of their dignity to reveal the raw, pulsing lust underneath. He gripped the chains again, but this time, he didn't just pull; he twisted.
He wound the heavy metal links around his knuckles, using the leverage to jerk their heads back and sideways, forcing them into a position of absolute, neck-straining vulnerability.
"Gaaaah...!" Gorvasha's voice was a choked, guttural rasp.
Her green skin was slick with a sheen of sweat that made her muscles glisten like polished jade. The tension in her throat was so intense that her vision was starting to blur, her massive chest heaving in a desperate, frantic rhythm.
"And you, Cassandra," Rex hissed, pulling the demon queen's head back even harder, forcing her to look up at the cold, indifferent stone ceiling. "Don't you dare close those eyes!"
"You watch as your pride is dismantled."
