10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 97 - Offering the Maiden, a Thick Gift

She cried out loudly. Her hips jerked up toward him, her bare legs instinctively trying to squeeze around his thick neck for purchase. Her entire form trembled like a leaf—the blinding desire completely overwhelming the sharp pain, her desperate need utterly humiliating in its intensity.

Cruxius smirked darkly, deeply satisfied as he watched the brilliant, composed woman unravel completely beneath him.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed it... my heartbeat? It totally sounds like your moan."

And then, instead of simply dropping her trembling legs to the floor, he slowly began to shift his weight backward. He let her pale calves slide agonizingly slowly down from his broad shoulders as he lowered his upper body. His large hands dragged possessively along the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Seleyena’s breath hitched sharply, her spine arching completely off the cold floor as he settled even lower. His handsome face was now hovering directly above her soaked, trembling cunt, the shiny, puffy mess barely contained by the thin, dark lace of her completely ruined panties.

He paused there, his dark gaze locked intensely on the wet mess between her legs.

It was a silent, predatory inspection of his own dark desires.

With his rough thumb, he began to slowly rub her right through the soaked fabric. He traced small, incredibly deliberate circles directly over her throbbing, exposed clit, intimately feeling the intense, blistering heat radiating straight through the soaked material.

Her thighs jerked violently on either side of his head, her hands scrambling desperately to clutch at the cold floor tiles for any kind of anchor.

"Aah—!" she whimpered loudly, her fogged glasses slipping halfway down her nose, her dark eyes completely wide and unfocused with pleasure.

"You’re drenched," he muttered darkly, almost to himself, the tone sounding exactly as though he were scolding her traitorous body for giving in to him so easily.

Then, using just two fingers, he gripped the side edge of the soaked fabric. He forcefully spread her wide open, pulling the sticky, ruined lace completely aside to reveal the full, glistening, shameless mess beneath. Her puffy, swollen vulva. Her flushed, dark-pink lips, violently twitching and incredibly slick. Her tight entrance was fluttering, soaked in her own juices, yet the delicate pink flesh at the opening remained tightly shut, looking exactly like the completely unexplored territory it was.

His thumb slid agonizingly lower... then, entirely without warning, he pushed a thick finger directly inside her. Even though the sudden, tight resistance only allowed him to slide in barely half an inch, he couldn’t stop himself, utterly fascinated by the incredibly compact, unyielding blockage.

"Ahhnnnggghhh—!" she cried out, her entire body jolting off the floor in shock.

He stopped moving instantly. He slowly stilled his hand, letting her adjust, then gently pressed just a tiny fraction deeper—and immediately felt another, very distinct resistance.

But instead of the tightness coming evenly from all directions like a hydraulic press, this felt entirely different. It felt exactly like a physical gate violently blocking his path.

His dark eyes flicked sharply up to her flushed face, his expression completely unreadable. He then looked back down at her tight, puckered rosebud—intrigued, but deciding to save that particular conquest for another time, given he had just discovered an entirely new, pristine territory he needed to claim first.

Her soft body was incredibly tense, trembling violently under his hand.

He stayed perfectly still, his thick finger resting gently against her delicate, unbroken virgin barrier. Her tight inner walls clamped down firmly around him, the fragile layer of flesh fluttering rapidly against his fingertip with each of her tiny, panicked, gasping breaths.

"...Still untouched," he stated in a low, even tone. He didn’t sound surprised. He didn’t sound smug. He just sounded entirely certain, a dark confirmation of what he already knew from a past life where she had stubbornly isolated herself entirely away from all men.

A life of complete, unbroken celibacy. Until now.

Her face burned with a scarlet flush of utter humiliation. Her teeth dug painfully into her swollen lower lip, her eyes brimming with fresh, hot tears as her incredibly tight walls fluttered helplessly around his unmoving, invasive finger.

Cruxius held her tearful gaze for a long moment. Then, agonizingly slowly, he withdrew. He deliberately dragged her thick, sweet wetness all the way down her slick slit as he finally pulled his hand away. He shifted his weight and leaned back onto the cold floor right beside her.

He reclined slowly, moving with the lazy, dangerous grace of a massive beast finally at rest, casually placing his arms behind his head.

His dark slacks strained violently, visibly tenting with the undeniable, massive size of his hard cock. The thick bulge practically throbbed against the dark fabric from the sheer, restrained force of his arousal.

Then, his voice cut through the heavy silence—calm, dark, and utterly commanding:

"Do you want to continue this?"

"...haah...haah..." Seleyena’s trembling legs slowly, weakly lowered to rest flat on the cold floor. Her head tilted to the side, staring blankly at him. She looked completely dazed, blinking rapidly through the heavy, suffocating fog of artificial arousal and utter confusion. Her breath hitched repeatedly, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow, desperate gasps.

Her glazed gaze sluggishly followed his movement as he pointed a long finger directly toward his lap, right at the massive, straining bulge in his pants.

Gulp.

Seleyena’s swollen lips quivered pathetically. Her entire body ached with an agonizing emptiness—her core violently pulsing, thick slick continuously dripping from her ruined panties onto her inner thighs. She rubbed her trembling legs together slowly, desperately trying to ease the ache. Using one weak, shaking hand, she managed to lift her upper body slightly off the floor, looking at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated desperation and need. Her voice was barely a rough, broken whisper. "Y-Yes... please, Cruxius..."

"Fine then. I am yours to feast on, Wife," Cruxius said, a dark, devastating smile spreading across his handsome face. He deliberately dropped all of his previous, intimidating smugness, the sudden shift in demeanor causing her trembling body to flinch in surprise.

’!’

Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly. Clearly, the unexpected word ignited a tiny, confused spark in her drug-addled brain. Hearing him refer to her with that heavy, strange title made her racing heart flutter wildly in her chest. Taken completely aback, she bit down hard on her swollen lip before giving a tiny, jerky, desperate nod.

"...okay..."

Her soft body tensed entirely. A massive, suffocating wave of intense shame, blinding hunger, and raw fear flooded her tight chest. Her exposed nipples throbbed, painfully, agonizingly stiff in the cool air. Her voice cracked pitifully on the single word.

Cruxius exhaled, a long, slow, incredibly satisfied breath. He then reclined even further back onto the floor, settling his large frame deep against the tiles like a dark king taking his throne. His long, muscular legs parted lazily. The incredibly thick, heavy bulge of his cock shifted visibly beneath the taut fabric of his slacks, practically daring her to approach.

"I hope you show me love, Seleyena."

He tilted his dark head back against the floor, and his wicked smirk widened into something predatory. "This is yours now."