10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 136- The Burn of a Womb

It bounced once against his thigh—heavy, rigid, and eager.

Her wide, tear-filled eyes remained glued to his exposed length. It looked massive in the shadows, twitching and leaking at the tip. She swallowed hard, a visible gulp bobbing in her throat. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

One of her hands reached out, fingers trembling tentatively toward him. But he grabbed her by the jaw, his fingers pressing into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open wide.

"Take it. Deep."

He didn’t offer a warning, nor did he ease her into it.

With his other hand buried deep in the roots of her hair, he slammed his hips forward. He forced his thick cock past her lips, burying almost the entire length down her throat in one ruthless, choking stroke.

"Khwaackk!" Her eyes shot wide in pure shock.

She gagged immediately. Hot tears burst from the corners of her eyes, streaking down her flushed cheeks, but he didn’t stop. He held her head firmly in place, his hips already beginning a brutal, rocking rhythm.

"I’m sorry, Seleyena," he hissed, his voice strained as he pushed deeper. "I’m... ugh... in a hurry."

She coughed around him, thick drool spilling from the corners of her stretched lips. Her face flushed a deep crimson from the lack of air. But she stayed on her knees, taking it.

Her small hands clung desperately to his muscular thighs. Her lips were stretched to their absolute limit around his throbbing girth, her mouth flooded with his distinct, salty taste.

He fucked her throat relentlessly. He didn’t stop until her chin was soaked, long strands of thick spit hanging from her mouth to the marble floor.

When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, a thick, stringy trail of saliva connected them.

Her voice came out as a broken, hoarse rasp. "C-Cruxius... I-I can’t... catch my breath..."

"You don’t need to," he stated coldly.

He scooped her up again, tossing her into his arms like a ragdoll.

He didn’t walk. He charged forward, carrying her down the hall with her bare legs dangling in the air. Her panties were already soaked through, a damp patch clinging to her core.

He reached the living room and tossed her onto the plush leather couch, flipping her onto her back before she could even register the landing.

She cried out in surprise, her hands scrambling to catch the armrest. Before she could find her balance, he shoved her skirt all the way up and hooked his fingers into her damp panties, ripping them down her legs.

"Cruxius, w-wait—!"

He ignored the plea.

He positioned himself between her spread thighs and gave one hard, driving thrust. He buried himself to the hilt, stretching her tight, slick core to the absolute max.

"AHHH!!"

Her scream tore from her throat, bouncing off the high, empty walls of the villa. Her manicured nails dug into the leather of the couch, clawing for purchase.

"You’re dripping," he growled, leaning down to catch her earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough to sting. "Did choking on me turn you on this much?"

"HNGHH! AAAHNN~!" She couldn’t form words. Her responses devolved into sobbed gasps and high, broken moans. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to move.

He fucked her like a piece of property he was trying to break.

The pace was fast, hard, and utterly punishing. Her soft body rocked forward with every deep stroke. Her heavy, bare breasts slapped against her own chest and the leather cushions with wet, rhythmic smacks.

Her breath shattered into stuttering pieces.

She cried out his name, over and over in the cavernous room. "C-Cruxius... too much... I can’t... I’m gonna—!!"

"Cum. Now." He ordered, flashing a dark smirk.

Her orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave. Her whole body shook, her slender legs twitching violently as her inner walls clamped down tight around his shaft.

But he didn’t give her a second to recover. He didn’t even slow his brutal pace.

Right in the middle of a deep thrust—while still buried securely inside her clenching heat—he grabbed her under the thighs and yanked her up. He stood, carrying her full weight while forcing her legs to lock tight around his waist.

She hung limp in his arms, utterly spent. Saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth, and her soaked cunt continued to throb and squeeze around his thick length.

"Hold on," he whispered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "We’re not even halfway done."

She whimpered, completely overwhelmed. Even in her exhausted state, her hips ground against him on pure, desperate instinct.

He started walking. He took her toward the grand staircase, his cock still buried deep inside her with every step.

Each movement jarred her. Every step up the stairs jostled her body, driving him a fraction deeper.

She leaked continuously, the excess slickness from her climax dripping down his thighs and leaving a faint, wet trail on the pristine marble steps.

"I-I’m dripping..." she sobbed against his shoulder.

"Good," he praised, pressing a hot, damp kiss into the crook of her neck. "This house belongs to us now. I want it soaked with you."

By the time they reached the bedroom doors, she was openly crying from the relentless pleasure. Her fingers dug deep into the muscles of his back, and her voice was reduced to nothing more than broken, helpless gasps echoing in the dark.

A thick, wet pop severed the quiet of the bedroom. The sound was raw. Unapologetic.

He pulled free, his length sliding out with a sluggish squelch. The flushed, friction-warmed skin of his shaft gleamed under the amber light, coated in a filmy sheen of her ruin. A single, thick string of pearl-white fluid stretched from the swollen crest of his tip down to her open, quivering folds, refusing to snap.

Seleyena collapsed.

Her arms gave out, sending her face-down into the tangled sheets. She lay there gasping, her cheek pressed against the damp linen. Beneath her, the soft weight of her breasts flattened against the mattress, the tender, swollen peaks stinging deliciously from the lingering memory of his teeth and tongue.

A fine layer of sweat made her bare back shimmer. Her spine bowed as aftershocks racked her frame.

Her lips parted in a breathless daze, eyes fluttering as the room spun.

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

Even ruined, her hips stayed pitched in the air. A sheer reflex of submission. Her core, pink and painfully swollen, clamped down around empty air. The slick, over-stretched petals fluttered open and shut, raw and sensitive to the cool draft in the room. Thick, milky drops began to ooze from her opening, pooling and tracing lazy, slow paths down the soft inner curves of her thighs.

She looked thoroughly ravaged. And devastatingly beautiful.

Cruxius rested his weight over the backs of her calves, settling in like a king claiming his throne. He watched the mess he’d made. His fingertips drifted down the slope of her spine, the blunt edge of his nails dragging just enough to make her skin prickle.

She shivered.

Her center gave another helpless, fluttering spasm, a tiny ripple of ingrained need.

Faint, blooming red handprints branded the pale swell of her ass. The stark contrast between the angry pink of her well-used folds and the stark white of his seed was obscene. Mesmerizing.

Another broken sound slipped past her lips.

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