The tension in the room was so thick it felt like a physical weight, a suffocating blanket of musk, ozone, and desperation. Rex saw the limit approaching.
He could feel the vibration in Gorvasha's muscles, the way her entire pelvic floor was clenching rhythmically around his electrified fingers, fighting the very surges of power he was feeding her. She was a dam about to burst, a volcano held in check by nothing but his sadistic whim.
"You're holding it in, aren't you, Queenie?!" Rex hissed, his voice a dark caress against her sweat-slicked neck. "You're trying to keep some shred of your dignity by refusing to let go!"
'But your body... your body is a traitor."
He didn't just increase the voltage; he changed the frequency. Instead of steady jolts, he sent rapid fire, staccato bursts of arcane energy deep into her pussy and her asshole, a frantic, buzzing vibration that mimicked a thousand tiny, stinging tongues.
Zap zap zap zap!
