My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 109* - Test if You Are Worthy

Chapter 109: Chapter 109* - Test if You Are Worthy

2:13 AM

"Aahnn..."

Her moan cracked out sharp, trembling. Her body slumped forward onto the white bed. The sheets stuck to her thighs—damp with sweat and slick—clinging in messy folds where her legs spread wide and trembled.

She collapsed, face half-buried in a satin pillow. Lips parted, breath hot. Her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders, wet with sweat and spit.

Behind her, Cruxius shifted.

He sat on a thick pillow at the bed’s edge, legs in a V, knees bent. Feet firm behind her. His hips angled just right—lifted enough to use her.

She was pulled back into place.

Her breasts rubbed against the bedsheet as she was dragged along, then her back hit his chest.

Legs straddled over his. Her knees dangled, helpless. Her toes brushed the bed.

Then he shoved up again.

Her ass spread wide around him as his cock slid back in—wet, deep, brutal. The motion forced a sloppy squelch as her rim clung, then stretched around the girth.

"Cruxius—nnn!—wait, it’s still... still sensitive, I-I can’t—"

"You can," he said against her ear. "You’re already open. Look at you."

His hand pressed against her belly, holding her steady. Her soft stomach quivered under his palm. She panted. Chest rising fast.

Then he rocked her.

He didn’t thrust—he bounced her.

Pah.

Her ass slapped down into his lap.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

Wet, sharp—echoing against his thighs. Each bounce pushed his cock deeper, driving her body to fold and snap with the motion.

Her tits flew up and down with each impact. One of them had a faint bite mark near the side, already turning red-purple. Her nipples were hard—red and swollen from earlier. They jiggled wildly, skin pulling, bouncing out of rhythm like they were about to tear free.

His hand grabbed one. Rough.

Fingers curled under the swell, lifting it. His thumb ground the nipple in hard, slow circles.

"Ah—ahnn—kuh—nnghh!"

Moans shot out of her with every slap of skin. She couldn’t control them. Half moans, half sobs—pain mixed with high-pitched gasps and deep cries. Her voice cracked when his cock slammed into a sore spot.

His other hand slid down.

Straight to her pussy—messy, flushed, raw. Her outer lips were puffy, red from constant friction. They parted instantly—wet and leaking. His fingers sank in past her folds, dragging a fresh moan from her.

Squish. Squish.

Her pussy made noise now—wet, shameless. Slick gushed out, soaking his palm, smearing down over her thighs.

She sobbed.

"C-Cruxius... I-I’m leaking again... m-my body’s—g-gods—!!"

"Because you need this," he growled. "You’re sitting on your King’s cock with your ass stretched wide, and your pussy’s begging for more. Disgusting."

Her body started moving without her.

Her hips rocked forward, then slammed back. Her legs locked around his thighs. She started riding him—on instinct. No grace. Just need.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

Skin smacked skin, faster now.

She rode him.

"I—I c-can’t hold it—! It’s—it’s coming—"

He bit her shoulder—hard.

His teeth sank in, just below her neck. The skin was already bruised there. He didn’t care.

His fingers pushed deeper. His cock jammed all the way in—rubbing her from the inside while his hand crushed her clit.

Her body went stiff.

"F-FUCKKK—!!"

Her scream tore out raw.

Her pussy exploded. Slick squirted out, soaking his hand, splashing down over her thighs and the pillow beneath them. Her ass clenched tight, locking him in as her whole body convulsed.

She twisted in his grip, bent backward over him like she’d snapped in half.

Her chest rose and fell, sticky with sweat, nipples still hard—one dark red from the abuse of his fingers, the other scraped faintly raw where his teeth had dragged earlier.

She was twitching.

Her pussy—flushed and soaked—pulsed visibly with each aftershock. Spasming around nothing, lips parted, glistening, as if still begging for more. Her thighs trembled beneath her, inner skin shiny and red, smeared with slick and sweat and cum.

But Cruxius moved.

No warning. Just pure action.

He grabbed her by the waist and threw her forward—her body lifting in one rough jerk before being slammed down, stomach-first, onto the bed.

Her face smashed into a pillow with a muffled "Hhhghn—!"

The satin was damp from her own drool and tears, and now her cheek was smeared in it, her lips open, tongue peeking slightly out as she gasped through the pressure.

Her ass lifted automatically. Her knees spread wide without even trying. Instinct.

He crouched behind her—deep, squat position. Thighs flared. Muscles tensed.

His cock slapped once against her ass. Then—

He plunged in.

"AAHHNNN—!"

Her cry was sharp, broken, like something yanked from her throat. Her ass stretched around him, already raw—the ring giving way with a slick pop as he forced himself all the way to the base in a single, brutal thrust.

Then—

PAH! PAH! PAH!

His thighs hammered into her ass again and again. Wet, savage impacts that echoed through the room, each one making her entire body bounce on the bed.

Her tits smashed down and jiggled violently, her nipples dragging against the sheet, leaving wet smears in their wake.

Her face twisted.

Mouth open, tongue out, eyes crossed—every thrust shoved her deeper into the pillow, and she drooled freely now, unable to hold back.

"Haaa... aahh—nnhh! Ff-ffuckkk—Cruxiusss!"

Her moans were filthy—high-pitched, garbled, desperate.

Each one in rhythm with his thighs crashing into her ass.

Her voice jumped with each impact, bouncing between pain and pleasure, incoherent.

"Sh-shit, it’s—it’s too thick, I c-can’t—haaahn!"

But her ass clenched around him like a vice, sucking him in tighter every time.

2:49 AM

He loomed over her—his body a shadow. His hands gripped her waist, thumbs pressing into the bruised flesh just above her hips, where the skin was already blotched and tender from earlier.

Then he went deeper.

One last thrust—hard. A full drop of his weight down into her as he squatted, hips slamming forward.

PAHHHH!!

And he came.

A snarl tore from his chest.

His cock twitched violently inside her, then thick warmth flooded her guts.

Cum poured into her—hot and thick, too much—stretching her belly ever so slightly as the pressure built.

Her ass clenched and held him tight.

Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled. Her tongue lolled.

She whimpered. Soft now. Fucked dumb.

"Ah... ahhhnn... i-it’s still... filling me..."

He pulled his cock immediately.

Splurp.

A strange wet pop followed.

And still, her asshole stayed parted—twitching, slow to close, as if molded permanently in the shape of his cock.

Thick white cream oozed out in slow pulses, heat-fog wafting visibly in the air—as if continuous pounding for a few hours had created fire within, the flesh still trying and failing to close around the ghost of his girth.

It gaped lewdly—his imprint carved into her, pulsing, draining—like the hole was still begging for him. Still drinking from the flood. Still claiming to be his.

Her body was a mess of red blotches, deep pink stretch marks, and bite trails. Her skin glowed with heat. Her breathing was ragged, shallow.

She didn’t move.

Just twitched once more.

A shaking, twitching thing—face buried, thick white fluid dripping from both of her holes, pooling on a white bed covered with sweat and both of their body fluids.

3:00 AM

But Cruxius’s eyes went to the clock. Given that he had kept her awake until this hour, he stared at the hot mess of a woman lying on the bed. This was supposed to be a test—to see if she would continue her journey with him, or if this all ended tonight...

BOOOOM!

A loud sound erupted—particularly from the cylinder explosion—and everything around them was instantly covered in fire.