The sheer weight of the moment seemed to press down on the clearing, the air stagnant with the heavy, cloying scent of the massive amount of semen that now saturated the ground. Rex, looking down at the broken, beautiful creature he had just thoroughly claimed, felt a surge of predatory satisfaction.
He wasn't finished with the spectacle; he wanted the finality of her descent to be as visceral as the act itself.
With a casual, almost bored flick of his wrist, Rex released his telekinetic grip.
WHOOSH... THUD!
Ignivara's body, devoid of the invisible force that had kept her suspended, succumbed to gravity. She fell backward, her limbs splayed out awkwardly, her head hitting the soft, mossy earth with a dull thud.
She landed on her back, her chest heaving in shallow, ragged gasps, her golden skin glistening with a mixture of sweat, saliva, and the white, viscous remnants of Rex's climax.
