10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 98- A Cucumber

Seleyena’s entire body jolted as if violently struck by lightning. She managed to rise onto her knees with incredibly shaky legs, her joints wobbling dangerously. Her ruined silk panties were so heavily soaked they clung stubbornly to her puffy, slick lips, perfectly outlining every single swollen curve of her aching, dripping slit.

Her exposed clit pulsed rapidly, completely starved for touch, and her heavy nipples strained agonizingly against the air, hard as little bullets.

Kneeling shakily above him on the floor, her ragged breaths came short and fast. Her bare chest was heaving, her heavy breasts bouncing slightly with each desperate gasp for air.

The sheer, imposing sight of him—spread out completely vulnerable yet utterly dominant, his massive cock barely restrained by his clothing, his dark eyes glinting with cruel, endless patience—lit something incredibly dark and primal deep inside her drug-addled mind.

She was a complete, trembling mess. Her total lack of experience made her jerky movements clumsy, almost comical to watch, but the raw, feral hunger burning in her glazed eyes was anything but funny.

With incredibly trembling, weak fingers, she slowly reached down for his leather belt. The heavy metal buckle clinked loudly under her fumbling, uncoordinated touch. She struggled weakly with the mechanism, her flushed cheeks turning an even deeper, embarrassed red as the simple buckle completely defied her efforts. Her hot breaths puffed out in tiny, frustrated, pathetic little whimpers.

She was so incredibly nervous, so completely silly in her raw desperation, and so physically awkward that she nearly toppled face-first right over his lap.

Cruxius chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound deep in his chest. "No hands."

She completely froze, her eyes flying wide in terror.

"A-Ah...?" she squeaked, a pathetic, tiny sound.

He didn’t move a single muscle. He didn’t even blink.

"Mouth."

’!?’

Her entire body locked up tight. Her soaking wet pussy clenched violently around nothing, her breath snagging sharply in her dry throat.

"I don’t know what you might think of me when we wake up," he murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic velvet against the quiet room. "But I chose you as my wife. So act like one. Love your husband, dear... make me forget every other woman in this world."

"Mmhn..." Seleyena’s breath hitched violently, her heart pounding so hard against her ribs it felt like it would physically burst through her chest.

The feverish, crimson flush staining her cheeks, combined with her wide, tear-filled glassy eyes, made her look incredibly vulnerable and alluring beyond explanation.

She dropped heavily to her bare knees on the cold floor. Her flushed face hovered intimately near his crotch, her swollen, parted lips lightly brushing the rough, expensive fabric of his dark slacks, already feeling the immense heat radiating from within.

Her delicate glasses slipped even lower down the bridge of her nose, fogging further from her own hot, ragged pants as she whimpered. Her trembling lips clumsily caught the cold metal tab of his zipper.

Driven by a completely unfamiliar, drug-induced hunger, her tongue flicked out instinctively. She tasted the faint, salty musk clinging to the fabric, her mind completely short-circuiting as she tugged the zipper down with her mouth. Her movements were jerky, incredibly awkward, and hesitant.

The sound was brutally sharp in the quiet, tense room—

Zzzp—

His cock sprang free instantly—thick, flushed a deep, angry crimson, heavily veined, and impossibly, terrifyingly hard. It slapped heavily against her soft cheek with a wet, heavy smack, the blunt head trailing like a scorching hot brush over her trembling lips.

It was absolutely massive. The blunt, flared head was already visibly glistening with thick drops of precum, the heavy shaft violently throbbing against her chin as if furious it had been caged for so long.

Her glazed eyes blinked rapidly, blown wide with utter disbelief. The pale moonlight filtering from the hospital window cast a sharp shadow over her flushed face, but her dilated eyes remained completely glued to the huge, intimidating length of him—a thickness and length that practically matched the size of her entire face.

Seleyena gasped audibly, her mouth falling open in a messy, deeply endearing mix of utter shock and raw, animalistic awe.

"I-It’s... you’re so big..."

Her delicate throat bobbed heavily as she stared, completely mesmerized. Her trembling fingers twitched at her sides, reaching out entirely on instinct to touch the sheer heat of him, but she stopped halfway, her small hands hovering helplessly in the cool air as her lingering rationality caused her to hesitate.

Her drug-addled body reacted violently to the sheer sight of it. A fresh, blinding wave of wet excitement surged straight through her core, causing her to instinctively squeeze her pale thighs tight together in a desperate bid to contain the throbbing, empty ache.

She was dripping heavily, her traitorous body betraying her complete lack of experience with every pathetic tremble, every clumsy, unsure movement.

Cruxius smirked darkly. His bottomless eyes locked intensely onto hers, observing her kneeling submissively before him. He drank in the sight—her heavy, ruined breasts dangling from her torn shirt, incredibly perky and full, her pupils completely blown wide and clearly reflecting the heavy shape of his cock. Her flushed face was beautifully frozen in stunned, overwhelming arousal. His deep voice dripped with absolute command.

"Eat me up, dear... like a good girl."

"Unh..." A tiny, incredibly broken moan escaped her slick lips, but her expression twisted in deep, confused hesitation, the virgin in her terrified of the sheer logistics of taking him in.

But before she could even formulate a response, his hands moved—large, firm, and entirely unapologetic. He reached out and grabbed both of her soft, dangling breasts.

He groped them roughly, his large palms greedily swallowing and kneading into the heavy, pliant flesh. His rough thumbs brutally brushed back and forth over her painfully stiff nipples, directly through the strained, damp fabric of her black bra.

"Ahh—C-Cruxius...!"

She gasped sharply, her entire body jolting in shock at the sudden, rough stimulation.

He didn’t bother to answer.

His long fingers pinched and stretched her hyper-sensitive tits aggressively upward, physically forcing her to rise to her feet along with them. Her breath caught in tiny, pathetic little sobs as he literally tugged her trembling body up off the floor by her heavy breasts alone.

She whimpered loudly. The pain was undeniably sharp, but mixed with the heavy aphrodisiac in her blood, it sent massive, blinding shockwaves of molten heat straight down to her dripping core.

Her chest was yanked forcefully forward, and then she fell, completely helpless. Her half-bare, flushed breasts landed with a heavy jolt directly against his solid, muscular chest—her sweat-slicked skin sticking instantly to his like glue.

But his large hands didn’t leave her curves.

He kept possessively pulling and kneading her tits even as her soft body weight rested entirely on him, stretching the soft mounds harshly, drawing more pathetic, breathy cries from her trembling lips.

"Ahh—mmnhh—it hurts..." she whispered brokenly, her sweet voice laced equally with sharp pain and desperate heat.

He finally released his punishing grip, letting her heavy breasts bounce back forcefully against her own chest.

His hand immediately slid up, grabbing a thick handful of her messy, dark hair. He yanked it backward—gently but firmly enough to establish total control—making her wince as he guided her upper body, forcing her to clumsily straddle his lap.

With a lazy, incredibly cruel patience, his large hands gripped her soft waist. He deliberately adjusted her trembling body, agonizingly slowly positioning her soaking wet center directly above his thick, waiting cock.

His heavy shaft was pressed snugly between the softness of her plush ass cheeks, the thick, veiny length clamped tightly by her flesh as she straddled him with terrified uncertainty.

"Haah... Haah..."