She felt a strange, hollow sense of deprivation. She had been prepared for the ultimate invasion, for the warmth of him to claim her core, but instead, he had left her empty, making a mess of the floor as if she weren't even worth the effort of filling.
Rex stood there, his heavy balls twitching as the last of the massive load spilled out, his eyes fixed on her with a look that wasn't satisfaction but something far more sinister: anticipation.
He wasn't done. Because he's far from it.
He was looking at her not as a lover but as a subject he was about to begin a very long, very painful interrogation with.
"Don't look so disappointed, you fucking bitch," Rex purred, his voice dripping with a sadistic promise. "The puddle on the floor is just a preview."
"Now... let's see how much of that divine pride is left in you when the real torture begins."
