My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

The sound was obscene.

Wet, squelching slaps from between her cheeks.

Her rim clenched tighter, struggling to accommodate him.

Every push made her hips bounce forward, her thighs trembling.

Her hands clawed the bedsheets now, crumpling them up with every helpless sob.

"H-hahhh—! I-it won't—go—ahhh—!!"

But it was going.

All of it.

His cock buried itself in her ass fully now — slick, fat, throbbing — grinding her open again and again. Her belly brushed the mattress. Her arms shook. Her spine arched deeper with each bounce of his hips.

She felt every inch.

Every stretch.

Every wet slap against her backside as he filled her from behind.

"AHH—hhahh—ahhhnn—!! C-Cruxius—!!"

Her cries cracked higher.

Her legs bent in tighter now, knees drawn up under her, her back curled inward, fully folded under his weight.

Her whole body trembled with the rhythm. His hands grabbed her waist — pulled her back into each thrust.

Pah-pah-pah-pah—!!

Her ass clapped with each impact — soft flesh bouncing under his grip, rim clenching tight, twitching as she lost all control.

Her voice was wrecked now — no words, only gasps and sobs and wild little moans that matched every thrust.

He kissed her shoulder again.

Then her back.

Then her neck.

Suckled harder. Left more marks.

Her skin was flushed, sticky, stained with red where his mouth had claimed her. Her rim quivered each time he drew out — only to push back in, deeper, louder, messier.

She was broken open now.

Her hole stretched wide, no longer resisting. Only gripping. Accepting. Pulling him in again and again.

She moaned louder.

Sweat dripped from her breasts, her thighs. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets again as her stomach tightened — her whole body shaking with every slam into her ass.

And then—

Pah. Pah. Pah.

His knees planted hard into the mattress behind her.

And then—

He grabbed her wrists, yanking them back like handles, pulling her torso upright in one smooth, brutal tug. Her body arched, her bare chest lifting from the sheets—jerking with the motion.

"AHHH—!!"

Her scream burst out, ragged and guttural, as her arms were forced behind her, shoulders straining. His grip locked tight on her wrists, and her spine bent inward, breasts thrust out like they were begging.

And he slammed into her again.

Pah—!!

Her tits juggled violently, the heavy mounds bouncing off her twisted corset, swinging and smacking against her own chest with each merciless thrust. Nipples stiff and leaking, the cool air only making them throb harder.

Her tongue lolled out.

Eyes glassy, rolling.

A bitch in heat.

"Ahh—nnHH—haa—!! I-it's—hahh—t-too—!!"

But she didn't finish.

He dragged her arms back tighter — her wrists now between them, held like reins — and used them to pull her into his cock. Her back bent more, ass up, hole stretched brutally wide as he drove into her again.

Pah-pah-pah—!!

The squelching sound was feral.

Her ass was a wet mess — cheeks jiggling wildly, rippling with every impact, the puckered rim hugging his cock like it was starving. Her juices mixed with lube, coating her thighs and dripping down over his balls.

Her legs folded under her, trembling. Her stomach curled in.

But he didn't let her fall.

He yanked her up again, and fucked her harder.

Pah—Pah—Pah—!!

Her mouth hung open now, drool stringing down her chin, hair sticking to her wet face. Her moans broke into little whimpers, almost feral, twitching each time his shaft bottomed out deep inside her backdoor.

Her tits slapped against her own chest, bounced with every single stroke, nipples flicking the fabric of the dress that still hung lopsided around her waist.

"F-fuuckkk—" she whimpered. Her voice was raw, body melting.

Her rim clenched like mad.

Tighter. Hotter.

And he felt it.

"Good girl…" he growled low behind her ear, bending slightly forward, his hips never stopping. "Open for me. Take it."

Smack.

He let go of one wrist—and spanked her cheek, sharp and loud.

She howled.

Her back arched more, tits jouncing wildly again, that desperate dog-in-heat look etched into her face, eyes half-lidded, tongue hanging, like she'd already cum three times.

Her whole body rocked now.

Folded under him, impaled by every thrust, used by every pull.

The sound of wet slaps and jiggling skin filled the room like a savage rhythm.

Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah.

And still he kept going—

Cock buried.

Hole stretched.

Lust oozing.

And she felt tingling in her womb even though it wasn't the hole he was filling.

"HNGHH—! AANGHH—!"

Pahk! Pahk!

His thrusts grew erratic.

Rougher.

Deeper.

Every slam into her ass now came with a sharp grunt, the sound of skin slapping skin turning desperate.

Pah—Pah—Pah—!!

His grip on her wrist tightened. His other hand clamped down on her hip, slamming her back into him, harder, rougher, as his cock twitched—throbbed—grew impossibly thick inside her stretched rim.

"U-Ugh—gonna—"

His voice broke. A deep growl tore from his chest as he buried himself to the root—

"—Cum!"

Hnnnnnnnghh—!!

His cock pulsed hard, deep inside her tight, clenching ass—

And then it exploded.

Hot. Thick. Deep.

Spurt—spurt—spurt.

His seed poured into her backdoor, flooding her hole, ropes of thick white filling her up as her rim trembled around him, helplessly milking every drop.

Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, cheek pressed into the pillow, pink hair sticking to her slick face, body twitching.

She gasped.

Her upper body slumped down, arms limp now, but her hips were still held high, trembling in the air, as his cock stayed buried inside her, twitching with each last pulse.

Then—

He gave a low grunt.

One.

Two.

Thrusts.

Hard. Deep. Slow.

Just to push it in deeper.

And then he pulled out.

Schlurp—

Her rim stretched wide around him as he slid out, the puckered ring clinging, then finally letting go with a sticky pop.

And what was left behind—

Her asshole, no longer tight, now a gaping, twitching hole, slick and red, dripping white.

His cock had left a mark—thick enough to leave her open, gaping just wide enough to show the shape of what had filled her.

And from that stretched hole—

A slow bead of cum leaked out.

Then another.

Then a lazy trail, slipping down between her cheeks.

She couldn't even speak.

Only gasp.

Cheek still mashed to the pillow, face dazed and flushed, her eyes barely open, mouth parted. Her tits lay squashed beneath her, rising and falling with shallow, wrecked breaths.

Her back arched low.

Her hips stayed up.

And her hole stayed open—ruined, twitching, leaking.

His cum still oozed from the used ring, a creamy line trailing down to her thighs.

She whimpered once.

A weak moan.

"Aaahhhhh....."

But he didn't stop.

Didn't even let her drop flat onto the bed.

Not when he saw the time.

Five minutes left.

His cock was still thick—slick with her ass, glistening and hard, bobbing with every breath. And she… she was still on her knees, arms limp, hips twitching, that gaping, ruined hole leaking his seed.

He looked at her and then breathed as he was totally aroused now.

Bent forward again, grabbed her by the waist.

Her head jerked up weakly, lips trembling. "W-wait… C-Cruxius—n-no more—m-my… m-my butt…"

Her voice cracked, barely more than a breath.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She tried to crawl away—but her knees gave out the moment she moved. Her arms shook. Her tits dragged along the sheets, her whole body shivering from the overstimulation.

Cruxius said nothing.

Just wrapped an arm under her knees—

—and lifted her up.

"Ah—ahh!!" she yelped, arms scrambling to grab onto his chest. "No—where—?!"

Her body curled into his hold—soft, sweaty, breathless—while his thick cock pressed against her stomach, still twitching against her.

He carried her to the bathroom. Step by step. His chest heaving behind her, heat still pulsing from his skin. She wriggled faintly, her arms pushing at him, voice a wreck.

"D-don't—i-it hurts—I-I can't—!!"

She sobbed again—but he didn't stop.

The bathroom door swung open.

He stepped inside.

And the moment it closed—

Click.

Ytrisia entered the room.

Her heels clicked softly against the floor, her long legs covered in stockings, the purple skirt swaying with her confident hips. She brushed her hair back, violet strands falling behind her ears.

"Cruxius?" she called out lazily, rubbing her sore thighs. "You still in here…?"

No answer.

The bed looked empty.

She didn't notice the mess.

Didn't see the stained sheets, the glistening trail on the mattress.

Her own soreness still throbbed between her legs from earlier—he had wrecked her already, made her fold, made her scream.

So she simply assumed they'd both left.

She gave a faint, satisfied hum.

Turned on her heel.

And walked out.

Never knowing that just behind that door…

The water began to run.

And the soft moan of a girl echoed again—muffled behind the bathroom wall.

A moan.

Followed by a wet slap.

Then another.

And another.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

The sound resumed.

Again.

Even in the bathroom.

Even now.

He wasn't done.

And her ass…

would pay the price for every last second left.

But at least this was the shortest method he could think of to fast-forward everything.

"Aahh.... Ahhh...."

The water poured down like a soft hiss—steam curling around their bodies, fogging up the glass in thick, slow breaths of heat.

She stood, shaking, her bare back pressed against his chest—skin to soaked skin. His arms were wrapped around her waist like iron, keeping her upright.

Her knees knocked faintly. Her legs trembled. Her feet slid slightly on the wet tiles, barely holding her weight.

"Haah… haah…"

Every breath she took came out broken. Her chest rose fast, fell slow. Her body was slick—sweat, water, and everything else mixing down her thighs.

The corset clung to her, drenched, loose at the top, one strap half off her shoulder. Her skirt had ridden up and bunched around her waist, fabric sticking to her hips and ass, dripping water.

And inside her—

His cock still sat deep.

Thick.

Heavy.

Pulsing in the ruined heat of her ass.

She could feel the stretch with every twitch of her muscles. Her rim hugged him now—not in protest, not with resistance, but in acceptance. In surrender.

She was opened.

Taken.

No pain now. Just raw pressure. Fullness. The obscene weight of him still inside, buried to the base, locked in place.

Her arms dangled at her sides, limp. Her head lolled back slightly, resting on his shoulder. Her lips stayed parted.

"Haah… haahh… mmm…"