My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

His spit landed with a wet, obscene plop right between her cheeks.

Lira jerked like he'd slapped her. The heat of it — his spit — ran slow down the line of her cleft, sticky and warm, clinging to skin that was never meant to be touched. Her back arched, thighs shaking over his shoulders.

"Don't you fucking—Cruxius!" she gasped, but her voice cracked halfway through.

He didn't answer.

Didn't need to.

His thumb moved down, slow and steady — dragging the spit with it, spreading it.

Slickhhk…

He circled her rosebud like it was something precious, like it deserved to be seen, touched, marked. The pad of his thumb traced soft, lazy spirals over the tight ring — and her body reacted before her words could catch up.

She twitched.

A full-body twitch. One sharp pucker right where he touched.

Her mouth fell open.

"Nhhn—!"

The sound escaped — half breath, half moan — strangled.

He heard it. She saw it in his fucking smile.

"That wasn't pain," he murmured, voice all grit and heat.

"That wasn't pain. That was your body saying what your mouth won't."

Her stomach twisted. She beat at the sheets with her fists, thighs trembling, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

"Fucking stop. That's not for you," she snapped, but her voice was thin now, stretched too tight.

Cruxius tilted his head, like he was listening to her and ignoring her at the same time.

"You act like that part of you's off-limits. Like it's too good, too pure. That's why I had to touch it."

And then—

He pressed.

Not deep. Not hard. But firm enough that the spit smeared wide around that twitching hole.

Squelch.

His thumb ground into the center of it, slow and deliberate, like he was rubbing something raw just to feel her flinch.

And she did flinch.

Back arched. Ass clenched. Her legs kicked, but he held her still like she weighed nothing.

"Fuck you!" she gasped, voice shaking. "Get off—stop it!"

But her asshole betrayed her again — pulsing under his touch, twitching once, twice, like it didn't know if it wanted to run or invite more.

He leaned in.

Close enough that she felt his breath on it.

"That little twitch? That's the real you. Not the glare. Not the words. That."

That snapped something.

She shoved hard at his shoulder — not flailing, not panicking, just angry now. Full of fire. Rage in her eyes. One leg slipped from his hold and she twisted, her hips jerking as she tried to pull free.

He let her.

Just barely.

Her ass thudded to the bed. Her skirt still flipped up. Her panties still shoved to one side. But she wasn't pinned anymore — not really.

She glared up at him, breathing fast, chest rising and falling like she'd sprinted a mile.

"You perverted, disgusting bastard," she spat, reaching a hand behind her, trying to wipe the slick mess between her cheeks — but it was there. She could feel it. The spit, the heat, the way it clung to her skin like a brand.

Her face burned.

"Touch me and I will kill—"

"Mmmmppp!"

Her threat ended in a muffled choke — because Cruxius didn't wait for permission.

He grabbed her jaw, fingers firm, and pushed his half-hard cock past her lips like it was the most natural thing in the world. Not violent — but with purpose. The kind of push that said you want to fight? Fight with this in your mouth.

Lira's eyes went wide. Her body jerked, hands instinctively flying up to his thighs, but he was already there — already inside. The soft, swollen head slid across her tongue, warm and heavy, still slick with his own arousal.

Schlk…

The taste of him hit her first — salt and skin, bitter musk from the base, and something dangerous that curled beneath her tongue like a challenge.

She growled.

"Rrnnngh!"

But he didn't pull back. He just stared down at her, one hand cradling her jaw, the other stroking her hair — like she was something to be tamed, not feared.

His cock twitched against her tongue, half-hard becoming more — thickening inch by inch, responding to the heat of her mouth, the tight unwilling suck of her lips around him.

"Still got something smart to say? Let's hear it... through this."

She glared up at him, cheeks flushed, fingers tightening against his thighs. Her eyes golden but clearly widened with tears, and her nose assaulted by a pungent smell.

"Ugghh—!"

Her body instantly reacted, eyes squinting tight as she tried to clench her jaws and cut his thing with teeth. But before she could, he grabbed her pink hair with both hands.

Before she could bite, his grip tightened — one fist in her pink hair, the other locking under her jaw like a vice.

Cruxius snarled down at her, eyes shadowed with heat and something darker.

"Try that again, and I won't stop next time. I'll stay in so long your brain forgets everything but me."

Then he moved.

A hard, merciless thrust — not deep enough to choke, but forceful enough to make her body jolt.

Glk!

The wet sound of it echoed, obscene and raw, as his cock slid along her tongue and pressed against the back of her throat.

"Gghkk—!"

Lira gagged, hands flying to his thighs again — this time not with fire, but panic. Her nails dug in. Her legs kicked against the bedspread.

But he didn't stop.

His grip on her hair yanked her head into the rhythm, forcing her to take each shallow thrust.

Glk—glk—glk.

"You had all that venom in your mouth," he muttered, hips rocking with cruel purpose,

"All that hate in your voice earlier, and now... look at you. Taking me like you were made for it."

"Ghhkkk! Hkkk—!"

Tears clung to the corners, thick and glossy, as her throat fluttered around him. She pushed at his hips — not weakly, not playfully — her palms shoved, fingers trembling as if to say enough, stop, fuck you.

He looked down.

At her flushed cheeks. Her lips stretched wide around his shaft. Her golden eyes bright with rage and humiliation and tears.

And he groaned.

"You don't even know, do you? How stupid-beautiful you look right now?"

Another thrust. A little deeper. Her nose bumped his pelvis, and she coughed — hard.

"Kkkhhh!"

The sound wet and pitiful as her lashes fluttered.

She tried to pull back. Tried to fight again — and he let her. Just an inch.

Then dragged her forward.

Again.

Schlk.

Again.

Glk—glkk—slrrk.

Until her throat stopped resisting and started to yield. Not willingly. Just instinctively.

Her lips grew slick, spit foaming at the corners.

"Mmghhh…!"

Her hands slapped at his thighs now — but softer. Less rage. More desperation.

Her body trembled.

Her eyes begged.

Still, he held her there — breathing hard, teeth gritted like he was fighting not to lose control.

"You didn't need to be broken. You needed someone who saw all of you... and didn't flinch."

Her jaw ached.

Stretched wide around his cock, lips slick and sore, Lira could barely breathe — not with the way Cruxius was holding her, not with the way he thrust now, no longer shallow but deep, bruising.

Schrrklkk—glk—glrp.

His grip was brutal.

Both fists tangled in her pink hair, yanking her head forward until her nose was smashed against his skin, her throat stuffed full with him.

"Ggghhhkk—!"

"Ukk—kkghhh!"

She gagged around it — loud, messy — a choking noise that vibrated up his length and made his thighs twitch.

"That sound. Make it again."

"That noise you made? Do it again. Let it out. I want to feel it."

He didn't wait.

He pulled back, let her gasp.

"Hhhhaah—!"

A ragged, spit-filled drag of air.

Then shoved in again. Hard.

Slrrk!

His hips snapped, the base of his cock slapping against her lips, spit flying, drool hanging from her chin like a ruined thread.

Lira coughed against him, throat convulsing around the thick, veiny length.

"Khhk—ghhhkkk!"

Her eyes streamed now, not soft tears — furious ones. She glared up at him through the blur, fists pounding at his thighs with growing desperation.

He looked down at her like she was divine in ruin.

Hair tangled in his grip, lips ringed red, her mouth obscenely full with him. Her golden eyes — normally proud, sharp, defiant — now glossy, angry, humiliated.

And still...

Still she didn't stop.

Even as she pushed, even as her nails raked at his hips, she didn't bite. Didn't scream.

She took it.

"Yeah?" he spat, panting. "Still got fight in you? Keep fighting. Let me feel it."

He used her mouth like it was his — like it belonged to him. Fucked it with savage strokes, the wet suck of each thrust obscene in the echo of the room.

Glk—glk—glk.

Her saliva poured, thick and dripping, smeared across her lips, his cock, down her chin to her chest.

"Uhhhnggh—"

"Mmghhhk!"

Her hands trembled now, one trying to brace herself on his thigh, the other weakly pushing at his stomach.

She was choking.

Again and again.

Gghkk—ghhhk—!

Gasping each time he gave her half a breath before hammering back in.

Her whole body trembled — not in pleasure, not yet — just in the sheer overload of sensation.

And yet…

She never said no.

Not once.

Her legs squeezed tight. Her fingers clutched at him. Her lips sealed around his shaft even as her face flushed and tears poured down.

And he felt it — that shift.

The moment her tongue stopped resisting and started curling under him, dragging across the sensitive underside, even as he brutalized her throat. Her gag reflex flinched, fluttered — then faded.

Cruxius groaned.

Deep. Guttural. Like it tore up from his spine.

"Now you're really letting me in, huh? Thought you hated this. But your body says something else."