My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 108*- Anal Claim

Chapter 108: Chapter 108*- Anal Claim

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A thick, wet sound tore through the bedroom’s silence—vulgar, loud.

His cock slipped free from her—slick and angry-looking, flushed red from friction, a string of cum trailing from its swollen head to her gaping, twitching slit. The veins throbbed along its thick shaft, pulsing visibly. Her juices clung to every ridge, coating him in a filmy sheen that gleamed under the low amber light.

Seleyena collapsed forward on the bed, face down, gasping. Her arms failed to hold her. She lay flat—cheek pressed to the sheets, breasts squished beneath her, nipples aching and wet from earlier bites and suction. Her whole body shimmered with sweat, back arching in aftershock tremors.

Her mouth hung open. Her eyes fluttered, unfocused.

"Haaah... a-ahh... C-Cruxius..."

Her hips remained high, instinctively raised. Her pussy, flushed and glistening, clenched around nothing—slick lips still spread wide, pink and swollen from repeated thrusts. Her inner folds quivered, raw and wet, pulsing with each heartbeat. From her gaped opening, his cum oozed in thick, milky threads—stretching down slowly, lazily, painting the insides of her thighs in lewd trails.

She looked utterly used. Ravaged. Divine.

He sat on her thighs like a throne, weight possessive, claiming. His fingers trailed down her spine, nails dragging lightly—watching every twitch his touch caused.

She shivered.

Her pussy spasmed again, fluttering open and shut, a small, helpless ripple of need.

Cruxius watched, mesmerized.

Her ass was marked—faint red handprints blooming across the flesh. Her folds were coated, stuffed earlier and now empty, left leaking and twitching as if her body hadn’t yet accepted the absence. The contrast between the flushed red of her folds and the glossy white of his cum was obscene. Beautiful.

Her moans came again, broken and breathless.

"Haaah... hah... mmnn—Cruxius, it’s... s-still burning..."

He leaned down, the heat of his chest meeting the slick of her back. His cock, still hard, pressed between her cheeks—throbbing, gliding through the cum-smeared cleft like it belonged there.

"You’re still throbbing," he whispered beside her ear, voice like heat poured into her skull. "Did you really think that was the end?"

She whimpered.

"No—hahh—don’t... tease..."

He didn’t answer with words.

His thumbs parted her again—flesh yielding, folds gleaming, the open slit still so swollen that her inner pink peeked through the mess. Her clit, erect and twitching, pulsed with every ragged breath she took.

"Look at that," he murmured. "Still dripping. Still begging."

Two fingers slid along her slit—squelching through the mess of seed and slick. He gathered it up and smeared it across her ass, his mark, branding her in their sin.

"A-Ahhnn~!!"

She moaned hard—hips bucking.

He lined up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her entrance again. Her lips, already loose and messy, spread wide to accommodate the familiar stretch—but it was still too much.

"Cruxius, please—haah... I c-can’t—"

"You can," he growled. "And you will."

He gripped her hips, lifted her ass higher, and in one brutal, wet thrust—

SLAM.

"AHHNNN!!"

Her scream tore through the air, body arching, her cunt swallowing him whole. The stretch was obscene—walls forced to mold again around his thickness, lips stretched around the base. Her pussy clenched instantly, milking him on instinct, wrapping around the throbbing girth like it never wanted to let go.

Their fluids burst around the base, the sound messy, loud.

He began to move—each thrust slick, deep, skin slapping against her sore, reddened cheeks. His cock dragged along her walls, spreading her open over and over like she was being split anew.

"Hnnn—ahhh! Hah! Hahh—t-too deep, fffuck!!"

Her thighs trembled, sticky with slick. His cock gleamed every time he pulled out an inch—coated thick in creamy white and glossy slick. Her clit dragged against his groin with each grind, pulsing visibly.

"Cruxius!! F-fuck—I’m—!"

SLAP.

His palm struck her ass hard. Her scream broke.

Her pussy clamped down violently—and then she shattered.

A sudden gush exploded from her, squirting onto the sheets, spasming violently around his cock as her orgasm overtook her. Her cries were high, breathless, desperate.

But he didn’t stop.

He grabbed her by the hair—dragging her up. Her back arched, head lolling back against his shoulder, body still spasming.

"Thank you for providing me lubricant, my love."

The words stuck in her head—sweet, fake, and sharp underneath. She barely caught her breath when his cock, still hard and wet with their mess, pressed against her ass.

Right between her cheeks, slick and twitching. Her asshole clenched as the thick tip smeared over it.

She froze. Her body tensed.

"Wait—n-no, Cruxius, that’s—ah! That’s not—"

He didn’t wait.

He gripped her hips tight, thumbs spreading her open, exposing the tight, untouched hole. Then he pushed. No teasing—just thick, blunt pressure right on the rim.

"Cruxius!" she cried, voice rising in panic. "It won’t—f-fuck, it won’t fit!"

"It will," he growled. "You were made to take me. Everywhere."

His cock forced against her hole, pushing hard. Her slick helped, but not enough. Her asshole twitched and clenched, struggling to resist the massive thickness trying to break through.

Then—

PAHH.

The head forced inside.

She arched up, whole body jolting. Her nails scratched at the sheets, eyes wide as pain flared like lightning through her lower body.

"N-Noo! I-It’s b-burning inside me!"

Cruxius leaned over her back, licking the sweat off her spine, groaning as her ass gripped his cock like a vice.

"Shhh... feel it," he whispered. "This is what it means to be mine. Every hole. Every twitch. Every breath."

He didn’t wait for her to get used to it.

He shoved in more.

Her hole stretched brutally around his shaft, twitching and clenching with every inch he forced inside. She sobbed hard, body shaking. Her legs kicked, toes curled. He just kept going.

"H-Haaahh!! I—I c-can’t, Cruxius, it’s t-too... you’re splitting me!"

"You’re taking it," he growled. "And you’re still squeezing."

She was. Her rim kept gripping, tight as hell, even as tears streaked down her face.

Her body kept betraying her. Her pussy quivered below, leaking down her thighs again while her ass spasmed from the pressure.

With a grunt, he bottomed out—balls against her wet folds, his whole length stuffed inside her.

She screamed into the bed, voice cracking.

"G-gods... gods—Cruxius, it hurts—!!"

"I know," he hissed. "That’s what makes it mine."

Then he started moving.

Slow at first—but rough. The slide dragged every vein and ridge across her sensitive, stretched rim. It clung to him, sucked him back, before he slammed forward again.

Wet, heavy, brutal slap.

Pah pah.

"A-AHHHN!!"

She shook. She gasped. She broke.

Again. And again.

He fucked her hard, each thrust deep and punishing. Her walls twitched, trying to push him out, but her body couldn’t fight the stretch anymore.

Tears ran down her face. She couldn’t hold still. Couldn’t stop shaking.

And then—her hips moved.

Pulling back. Meeting him.

Desperate.

"W-wait... you’re so deep... it’s n-not stopping—haaahh!!"

Her pussy clenched tight. Her clit rubbed the sheets. Every thrust into her ass made her cunt twitch like it was being fucked too.

Cruxius noticed.

His hand reached down—two fingers shoved right into her soaked pussy, rubbing her clit hard.

She screamed.

Her body snapped.

She came.

Her ass locked down around him, squeezing, choking his cock as her pussy exploded—again. Wet gushed out, down her thighs, over his fingers, soaking everything.

She was a mess. Sobbing, shaking, too far gone to speak.

But he wasn’t done.

He grabbed her hair, yanked her up, made her sit back on his cock, her limp back against his chest.

And he whispered right into her ear:

"Tell me who owns this hole now."

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