The heavy, rhythmic sounds of their union seemed to slow as Rex reached his peak of dominance. With a grunt of effortless strength, Rex gripped Ignivara's hips and shoved her backward.
She slid through the slick, white pool of semen, her body trailing a smear of filth across the moss until she landed sprawled on the ground, directly in front of Zane's feet.
She lay there, a broken, beautiful ruin, her legs still splayed wide, her pussy and asshole still pulsing and leaking Rex's thick, creamy essence. She looked up at Zane, her eyes glazed and her tongue still peeking out between her teeth in a lewd, dazed grin, her very expression mocking his misery.
Rex stood over her, his massive, dark physique casting a shadow that swallowed both of them. He looked down at Zane, not with anger, but with a terrifying, casual cruelty.
"You know, Zane," Rex began, his voice smooth and chillingly calm, "at first, I thought about just killing you... quick and easy."
