My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

"Ahnn~ Mmhh~"

His grip under her thighs was solid — palms stretched wide, fingers sinking into the curve where ass met flesh. Ytrisia's legs were locked around his waist now, her heels digging into his lower back like she was trying to fuse them together.

Water rained over both their bodies, but the heat wasn't from the steam.

It was from her — from the way her cunt gripped his cock like a wet, twitching vice every time he bottomed out.

Every time he hit her cervix, she jolted, her body bouncing up against the wall, breasts juggling wildly as she clung to him like a lifeline.

"Gods…" Cruxius breathed, his voice low, trembling at the edges. "You feel like you were made for me."

He slammed in again.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

The sound was lewd, wet, raw — her body swallowing his length like it missed him even after last night. With every stroke, her whole frame shuddered — tits bouncing uncontrollably, thighs trembling, her back arching as if trying to escape and pull him deeper all at once.

And gods, he could feel everything.

Every twitch. Every ripple. Every slick drag of her walls sucking around him.

The base of his shaft throbbed, veins pulsing as her heat wrapped around him. It was tight — too tight. Like her pussy didn't know whether to hold him in or push him deeper. Like her body was begging to be filled, stretched, claimed.

He grunted as her moans cracked the steam-heavy air.

"Aahh~ C-Cruxius… it's so much… s-so deep…"

"That's alright," he whispered, his voice soothing but breathless. "I want all of you, Ytri. Let me feel where your soul begins."

Her body bounced with every thrust — her tits smacking against his chest, nipples grazing him with every violent motion. And he loved it. Loved the chaos in her breathing, the helplessness in her twitching. Her moans were breaking now — not loud, but tender, like sobs of pleasure she didn't know how to hold in.

He angled his hips — upward, slower now, deeper — and her whole body jerked with a cry. Her back arched off the wall, her breasts bouncing high, nipples flushed and aching.

But he wasn't done with those.

He bent forward.

Mouth open.

Tongue out.

He dragged his tongue over her nipple — long, slow, from base to peak — and sucked it into his mouth so deep it made her squirm. He let it rest against his tongue, hot and swollen, flicking it in smooth, reverent strokes.

"Pah—"

He popped it out.

Sucked again.

"Pahh… pahhh."

Bounce. Thrust. Cervix kiss.

Every time he sucked her nipple, his cock thrust back into her heat with aching precision. Her whole body jolted, her breasts pushing hard into his mouth as she gasped.

His tongue circled the areola, wet, worshipful, then flicked the nipple again and again until her head slammed back against the tile.

"Cruxius… aah~ gods… I can't… I'm going to—"

He lifted his mouth to her ear, his breath trembling with emotion.

"Let go," he whispered. "Give it to me, all of it. I want to feel you break on me… so I know you're mine."

Her pussy clenched, a wave crashing through her — and Cruxius nearly lost control.

"Ytri…" he groaned softly, forehead pressed to hers, his voice shaking. "You don't even know what you do to me."

His head dropped against her shoulder, hips stuttering.

Her walls pulsed, contracting violently, pulling him deeper, her body trembling from the inside out.

He pulled out an inch — just an inch.

Squish. Squelch. Pop.

Then slid back in with a deep, aching push, like he didn't want the moment to end.

Her mouth hung open, lips trembling, voice breathless and sweet.

"Y-you're filling every part of me…"

Cruxius groaned into her skin.

"Because I need you to feel it," he murmured. "That it's me. That it's always been me."

One more thrust.

Deep.

Buried.

Her body spasmed again.

And Cruxius—finally—let go.

"Let me stay inside," he whispered. "Let me lose myself in you…"

His cum spilled hot and thick inside her, rope after rope pumping deep into her twitching heat.

His body trembled with every spasm, every throb of his cock releasing into her until he had nothing left but breath and heartbeats.

His hips flexed one more time, grinding deeper, making sure nothing leaked, wanting to keep every drop sealed inside her.

"Stay with me like this…" he whispered.

She couldn't answer — only breathe — her body boneless, legs weak, arms clinging to him.

He stayed there, cock buried, face in her neck, holding her while kept shooting his balls empty in her.

Only the sound of water dripping, and the slow, rhythmic white fluid splashing insid eher womb mad eher flinch whiel gasping.

His grip never faltered.

Thighs spread. Her body lifted, ass stretched and trembling in his palms, purple light still coiling off his skin like embers from a divine fire.

Ytrisia moaned — a broken, panicked sound — eyes wide with pleasure as she felt herself being lifted off his cock, slow, deliberate.

"W-Wait, Cruxius, wait, I—!"

Her pussy spasmed, violently, again and again — swallowing, milking, pulling more of his seed as if her body refused to let him go.

Cruxius didn't move. Couldn't.

The warmth of her, the tight velvet of her walls wrapped around his cock like a second skin — it anchored him, held him.

He stayed buried inside, breath shallow, hips twitching.

Each pulse of his cock dragged another lazy squirt from his heavy balls, her body drinking it, savoring it. The mix of cum and slick made soft, obscene squelches every time her pussy clenched, as if her insides were trying to swallow him whole.

Her moan cracked into the air again, a sweet, broken sound.

"Mmh~ a-ahh… it's still… inside…"

Cruxius finally pulled back an inch — just enough to break the seal — and a thick glob of white cream oozed from her stretched pussy, slow and heavy.

It slid down her slit, clinging to her folds, and fell —

a long strand of seed trailing through the steaming water below.

He looked down.

Watched it.

And then he smiled. Not the cocky grin he wore in battle or in bed. No. This was small. Quiet.

Warm.

"I hope I lose myself in you, Ytrisia," he whispered, eyes still fixed on her. "I really do."

That's when she looked at him.

Really looked.

She could feel his cock still twitching between her thighs, feel his cum still dripping out of her—but her eyes weren't focused on the heat anymore. Not the raw stretch or the ache deep inside her.

They were focused on him.

His face was flushed, breath ragged. His body still trembled faintly from the release. But his eyes—those damned eyes—were so open. So clear. There was no pride there. No hunger.

Just honesty.

And something in her chest cracked.

Her breath hitched.

Her eyes widened first from the shock of being seen—not touched, not devoured, but seen—and then the sting behind her lashes caught her off guard. Wet. Hot.

Tears.

She blinked, trying to push it down, but it was useless. They slipped free anyway, trailing down her cheeks before she knew what was happening.

Because for all his filth, all his perversion, all the ways he had ruined her body tonight…

"I love you, Cruxius".