My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines
Chapter 79* - Pound to Heaven

Chapter 79: Chapter 79* - Pound to Heaven

"AAHH—HHHGH!!"

Her scream tore through the room.

The sudden, ruthless impact rammed his cock deep into her virgin cunt, tearing past her tight entrance, obliterating resistance. The thick, veined shaft slammed in—balls-deep in one punishing thrust—forcing her walls to stretch violently around him.

PAAAAH!!

A wet, vicious slap echoed out as their bodies collided.

Her ass smacked against his thighs.

His cock buried to the base, pulsing inside her, twitching against trembling, unprepared flesh.

"NGHHHH—!!" she wailed, her body jerking in raw, shocked agony.

Tears burst from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks in twin rivers.

Her legs went stiff, her hands clawing at his chest as her cunt spasmed uncontrollably around the massive intrusion.

Blood welled up around his shaft, slick and hot, smeared in red streaks between their joined bodies.

Her hymen was torn wide, the proof of her innocence lost in an instant.

Her mouth opened in a broken sob, unable to form words.

Drool slipped down her chin. Her glasses slid from her nose, clattering uselessly to the floor.

"It hurts—it hurts so much!" she cried, her voice ragged, trembling, shattered.

Cruxius didn’t move yet.

He watched her—watched her body twitch, pussy stretched brutally wide, still quivering around his cock.

His hand found her breast again, softly squeezing the nipple, a cruel contrast to the pain ripping through her core.

"Look at that," he whispered, dark satisfaction coating every word.

"You took all of me. In one go. That’s a real wife."

She whimpered, tears streaking her face, her entire body burning. Her cunt clenched around him with every breath she took—spasming, swollen, raw.

And still... her hips refused to rise.

Pinned. Stuffed. Claimed.

"Augh, pl-please... I—I..." she struggled, but he interrupted.

"Trust me, Seleyena. You will love it..." Cruxius said, before licking her hard nipples, clearly making her flinch.

Seleyena’s hands trembled violently as she braced herself on his chest, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something to anchor her.

Her thighs shook, calves burning from the effort, as her pussy had just swallowed him whole—bottoming out in one long, brutal push that left her breathless.

She was fully impaled, stretched to her limit, her tight, virgin walls clinging around the base of his cock like a vice.

Her cunt throbbed, twitching uncontrollably as the fullness overwhelmed her senses.

She could feel every thick vein, every heated pulse deep inside her—her slick mixed with fresh streaks of blood coating his shaft like war paint.

It dripped down to his balls and further, forming messy little puddles on the floor beneath them.

The air was heavy with the scent—iron and heat, sweat and arousal mingling into something feral.

Seleyena froze. Her body shuddered on top of him, not daring to move, her insides spasming helplessly around the monster inside her.

Her spine arched involuntarily, her shoulders quivering as she gasped for breath.

"Haah... haah... Cruxius..."

Her voice was so small, trembling through parted lips, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. She looked utterly wrecked—hair clinging to her damp forehead, cheeks flushed deep crimson, a teardrop caught on her lashes.

Her glasses had slid to the edge of her nose, fogged and crooked, threatening to fall off completely.

He could feel the way her cunt gripped him—suffocatingly tight, twitching in waves that made even him grit his teeth. She was a furnace around him—so wet it was obscene, yet so tight it nearly hurt.

The temptation to grab her hips and fuck into her until she screamed was right there—feral and boiling.

But instead, like a mock-gentleman, he exhaled slowly and brought his hands up behind his head, reclining with a calmness that only made his authority more maddening.

"You’re full now," he said, voice low and rough. "So move."

Her hips twitched reflexively, and then—shakily—she obeyed.

She rose slightly, barely lifting herself off the base, before dropping back down with a wet, messy slap. The stretch made her cry out—a short, high-pitched moan that cracked halfway through.

"AH! AH! Aaahh—mmnh! N-no, I can’t!"

Her broken moan trembled through the air as her hips buckled.

She tried to ride him, but her legs gave out—trembling, overwhelmed, utterly spent.

Cruxius watched her crumble—and acted.

With a growl, he grabbed her waist, flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion.

"AH—!"

The world spun.

Her spine hit the mattress, breasts jiggling from the impact.

Before she could blink, he hooked her thighs under his arms, folding her brutally in half—knees pressed to her shoulders, pussy exposed, leaking, and twitching.

Her panties were still there—just barely.

Instead of tearing them off, Cruxius had yanked the crotch of the soaked fabric to the side, baring her flushed, dripping folds while the rest of it clung tightly to her hips.

One of the side straps, thin and elastic, now pressed firmly along the base of his cock—rubbing against him.

His eyes locked onto hers.

"No more pretending," he growled. As if doing squats, he stood on his legs with knees turned and placed on the floor, giving his already deep dick inside her a slight tilt but more depth.

"I’ll take it from here."

And then he slammed into her.

PAAAAH!!

"AAAHNNN!!"

Her scream hit the ceiling, her cunt convulsing violently as his cock speared into her at a vicious angle.

The strap of her panties dragged against the underside of his shaft—tight, warm, soaked with her juices.

The fabric rasped against his veins with every pump, making him throb harder, swell deeper.

He pulled back—just halfway—and drove forward again.

Pah!!

"NNNH—AHHN!! C-Cruxius—!"

Pah! Pah! Pah!!

His hips pounded into her relentlessly, skin slapping skin in loud, rhythmic bursts.

Her breasts bounced and jiggled, her hair stuck to her damp forehead, and her mouth hung open, moaning louder with every strike.

"AHH! HAAAH!! AAAHHN!!"

The panties clung crookedly to her hip, one strap still caught across her thigh, the other dragged along the base of his cock like a tight band.

The added friction only made his thrusts rougher, hotter, deeper.

Squelch—Pah! Squelch—Pah!

Her juices bubbled out around him, frothing white along her slit, dripping down his balls.

Her slick gushed with every punishing thrust, soaking the mattress beneath them.

"HAAH!! MMNNH! AHH—AHHN!!"

Her voice kept rising—sharp, breathless, lost in the haze of raw, overwhelming pleasure. She trembled beneath him, helplessly clenching with every brutal plunge.

The strap rubbed his cock harder now—wet, taut, squeezing every thrust like a velvet leash.

It bit into his girth as he slammed her open again and again.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

"AAHHNN!! HAAH—! HAHH—CRUXIUS!!"

She wailed louder—no resistance left, only spasming moans and bucking hips.

He leaned in, folding her tighter, panting against her lips.

"You feel that, don’t you? My love for you... This is how I show it. After all, I am a man who believes the path to the heart is the body."

"AAHH!! MMHHN—C-Cruxius!!"

Squelch—Pah! Squelch—Pah!

Her moans turned desperate, shattering around the rhythm of their bodies. Her cunt convulsed, dripping around his cock, her panties twisted and soaked—caught between them like a tether of filthy intimacy.

She was wrecked. Stuffed. Fucked. Drenched.

And still he didn’t stop.

He kept pounding her as the night was long, just as his lust sought to consume her body in one way or another.

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