My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 39 - Foreplay to Sleep (2)

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 - Foreplay to Sleep (2)

"W-wait, stop..." she gasped, each grind making her body twitch, her face burn. Her pussy clenched from the friction, each movement drawing more heat, more shame.

"Hhh... it’s punishment," Cruxius muttered, almost to himself, voice rough, like he was trying to stay in control.

Her thighs were like silk, soft but firm around him, holding his shaft perfectly. The feel of her, the heat, the little trembles... it was maddening. Fucking perfect.

His cock throbbed hard, dragging back and forth, the tip catching against the soaked cloth of her panties, flicking her clit just enough to make her inhale sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders like she didn’t know what else to hold onto.

"S-stop..." Thalia whimpered again, but her hips moved, a small jerk—instinctive. Her thighs squeezed tighter like they were trying to hold him in place.

She hated it. The warmth building in her belly, the emptiness that screamed to be filled. Her pussy ached, desperate and soaking wet, throbbing with every pass of his cock just outside, so close it hurt.

Her panties clung to her like a second skin, every ridge of her folds showing, and every grind made her jump slightly, sparks of unbearable, shameful pleasure lighting her nerves on fire.

His hands squeezed her harder, pulling her even closer as his pace increased. The sound—wet skin slapping softly—filled the room, mixing with their broken breaths.

She smelled like lust, like heat and musk, and he was drowning in it. His cock throbbed, smearing precum on her thighs—and that’s when he knew.

He needed to slow down before he ruined everything.

Or maybe... ruin her first.

"Bath first... I won’t go beyond this without your permission," he murmured low, brushing her hair back, voice somehow still gentle even as his body screamed for more. "So shut up... let me love you."

Thalia flinched, eyes hazy, still panting. The warmth from his skin was melting into hers. The medicine from Dr. Selena had dulled the pain—maybe a bit too much—her body was feeling... floaty.

"L-let me... go," she tried again, her hand pushing at him weakly. This time, it worked—for a second—until he just picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the bath.

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The tub was full, warm steam rising around them like fog. Water sloshed as Cruxius stepped in with her still in his arms. He sat down first, pulling her into his lap. Her naked back pressed into his chest, her body so soft, bare, trembling against the hardness of his abs.

The water rippled, licking at their skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire that smoldered beneath the surface.

The sedative was doing its job. She wasn’t out of her mind, but her body felt too warm, too sensitive—like everything touched her a bit too deeply. The pain was gone, but the sensations were too sharp, too much.

Cruxius’s hands didn’t stay still. They roamed up her arms, slow, before his lips ghosted over her shoulder, biting gently into the skin of her neck.

"Y-you pervert... you promised..." she muttered, voice cracking, eyes half-lidded.

But her ass twitched—she could feel it—the thick shaft trapped under her, pressing between her cheeks, so damn hard it made her flinch.

And when his hands found her breasts, cupping them, she gasped softly.

Her tits were full, slick with bathwater, nipples sensitive but curved inward and soft in his grasp.

He played with them slowly, thumbs brushing over the inward tips, coaxing them to stiffen. The water made her skin shimmer, her breasts heavy in his palms.

He pinched, tugged gently, and the nipples popped out, begging for more.

"Cruxius... y-you bastard..." she moaned, hips jerking slightly, her body arching. She wanted to hate it. She did hate it. But she hated herself more for the way her body betrayed her.

His lips closed around her earlobe, sucking, biting, his breath a whisper.

"You don’t want me to stop."

One hand slid down her belly, disappearing beneath the water. Her legs twitched when his fingers found her pussy.

It was soft. Too soft. Swollen, wet, even under the bath. He slipped between her folds, rubbing her clit with lazy circles until she gasped and jerked back against him.

"You’re wet," he whispered, lips brushing her ear. His finger pushed in slightly, just enough to make her choke on a breath.

"B-because it’s water, you dumb pervert!" she yelled, trying to sit up—but the dizziness hit again. That medicine was messing with her. She wasn’t gone—but her limbs felt slow, heavy.

She clenched her teeth, furious—but she was too weak to throw him off.

And her pussy... clamped around his finger, throbbing.

She was stuck.

On his lap, with his cock pressed under her, his finger inside her, and his other hand mercilessly molding her right boob, her body trembled.

Her hands clawed at the tub’s edge, trying to ground herself.

"If you don’t stop... I-I’ll kill you—nggh!" she screamed, but her voice broke halfway into a moan as his finger curled inside her.

Her nipples peaked, aching. His hand was relentless, tugging them, pinching, twisting until she cried out and clamped her hand over her mouth, too humiliated to let it out loud.

"You are mine, Thalia", His teeth dug into her shoulder harder this time, biting marks into her skin.

His fingers kept stroking, slow and steady, working her over until she couldn’t even remember what she was mad about.

She trembled, gasping, thighs shaking as she rocked against his hand without meaning to.

"Cruxius..." She whispered with anger flaring, clearly wanting to beat the shit out of this man, but he just knew her weakness at this point given she was drowsy.

Her pussy was still fluttering weakly around his fingers when he suddenly shoved in deeper—two fingers now—crooking them without warning.

"A-ahh—wait...!" Thalia jerked, body snapping like a live wire, back arching hard into him.

Then he started moving faster. Way faster.

The slow rhythm shattered. His fingers pistoned in and out of her soaked cunt, wet slaps echoing beneath the water, the heat between her legs exploding into something uncontrollable.

"Ah—! Ahn! N-no, stop—haaah—stop—"

Her voice cracked, eyes rolling up, mouth falling open.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept fingering her like he wanted to break her—fast, rough, knuckles slamming into her folds again and again while his thumb rubbed her clit in frantic little circles.

Her thighs kicked, splashing water, her whole body shaking in his arms.

Then his hand on her chest twisted her nipple—sharp, sudden.

"Nnggh—KYAHH—!!"

She screamed. Loud. Raw.

Her head snapped back, lips trembling as her eyes went wide—and then blank—her back arched hard into his chest as her entire body spasmed.

Her pussy clenched, then gushed, squirting with a hot splash between her legs, juices mixing with bathwater, her moan dying into a broken gasp.

Her head fell limp on his shoulder, mouth parted, breath shuddering.

Cruxius didn’t speak. He just held her—his hand slowly slipping out of her twitching pussy, the other hand still cupping her breast, thumb brushing lazy circles over the sensitive peak.

Thalia’s eyes fluttered, barely open—hazy, exhausted, her whole body melted into his.

Her breathing slowed. Her arms fell loose, slipping off the edge of the tub.

And just like that—she passed out.