With a shaky, shameful little whimper, Elaris closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against Rex's shoulder as he began to grind against her once more, his cock already slick and ready for another round of brutal, unforgiving fucking.
"Please, Rex... please ruin me again. Make me your wife, your slave, your personal cum-dump. I'm yours... all yours..." Elaris's voice was a broken, desperate whisper, a plea for the pleasure and the pain that only he could give her. "Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..."
"That's it... keep saying the truth because this is what you were made for!"
"This is what you're GOOD for. And I'll make sure you never forget it."
Elaris could only whimper in response, and her reflection showed how desperate and needy she was. She knew she should fight back and protest, but she just couldn't find the strength.
She knew Rex was right deep down: this was what she was meant to do. This was her purpose, her destiny.
