As the aftershocks of the magical discharge slowly ebbed, leaving Morwenna twitching like a broken marionette, Rex didn't pull away.
Instead, he leaned down, his breath hot and fetid against her ear. His voice was no longer a roar; it was a venomous, intimate whisper that felt more violating than any thrust.
"Make sure you get pregnant... Morwenna..." he crooned, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "I want my seed to take root in this noble womb."
"I want you carrying my legacy while you weep for theirs."
Before she could even process the horror of his words, Rex unleashed something far more terrifying than physical strength.
He tapped into the forbidden depths of his power Soul Manipulation and Time Manipulation. The air around them seemed to warp and thicken, turning viscous like honey.
