Rex's laughter was a dark, jagged thing that filled the cell, drowning out the sound of Gorvasha's broken sobs. He didn't slow down; if anything, the sight of the milk coating his hands only fueled his sadistic hunger.
He leaned in, his masked face inches from Gorvasha's sweating, emerald brow.
"Look at you, Queenie," he purred, the nickname dripping with a mockery that stung worse than his palms. "Look at how much you're leaking for me!"
"You're not a conqueror anymore!"
"You're just a fucking dairy cow, aren't you?! A big, green, loud-mouthed cow just waiting to be milked dry."
He gripped her massive, heavy breasts with a renewed, violent intensity. He wasn't just squeezing now; he was milking her with a rhythmic, punishing cadence, his thumbs grinding against those thick, obsidian nipples with enough force to make her scream.
Squeeze. Twist. Pull.
