10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 145- Darithi Save me!
Cruxius barked, genuine panic threading through his deep voice. He could feel it pulling at her—that sharp, irreversible spiral down into pure madness.
The healing aura swirling around them might have been patching up the physical damage on their battered skin, but it couldn’t mend the fragile threads snapping inside her mind.
"Eh?" Her head tilted to the side. Her unfocused eyes suddenly locked onto his, catching him like a steel trap snapping shut.
She froze in place.
Then, she smirked—just a tiny, broken curve. Her lips trembled as her glassy gaze bore into him.
"...I forgot," she murmured, biting down hard on her soft lower lip until a bead of crimson blood welled up. "You... hic... like the other hole, don’t you?"
A laugh escaped her throat.
It was a breathy, broken sound that cracked like thin glass under a heavy boot—sharp, jagged, and ready to shred whatever dared to touch it.
"Huh? Seleyena, snap out of it!" Cruxius lunged upward, his large hands grabbing her bare arms. He shook her, trying with everything he had to pull her back to reality—to find the real her.
But she ignored him.
"W-wait... sob... just let me love you," she pleaded in a frantic whisper.
Her body shifted its weight. She dragged the thick, blunt head of his cock down the slippery length of her slit, smearing a potent mix of sex and sorrow against her sensitive nerve endings, until the tip rested squarely against her back door.
Red. Puffy. Thoroughly abused.
It was still visibly sore from the last time he had claimed her there.
But her trembling fingers didn’t falter for a second.
She held the sensitive flesh of her cheeks apart and pushed down. A slow, agonizingly tight glide. Her breath hitched in her throat as she stubbornly forced his thick girth past that resisting, unlubricated ring.
"Nnnhh... hic... ahhng..."
Her palms slapped flat against his broad chest to keep her balance. Her fingers curled, nails digging into his firm muscles while her entire body trembled. She kept sinking onto him, taking his impressive length inch by torturous, resisting inch.
"Seleyena, no—"
It was far too late.
She forced the last of him all the way in.
A sharp, cracked scream tore from her throat. It was animalistic and guttural, ripped from a place inside her soul so deep it barely sounded human anymore.
"NNNGHH! Ahh—hic—ah!"
Her entire delicate frame shook and buckled under the invasive stretch.
Heavy drops of sweat rolled down her flushed face, carving clean paths through the dark soot, mixing with her endless tears. Her teeth sank right back into her wounded lip, drawing fresh blood, but she refused to stop. She simply wouldn’t allow it.
She forced her hips to settle deeper, bottoming him out—gritting her teeth, letting out low groans, practically choking on the hot air.
"Stop! You’re too dry—fuck—Seleyena, you’ll tear yourself apart—"
"NO!" she screamed, her voice pitching and breaking on the raw emotion. "I can take it! I... I want it! hic... I want you!"
She was shaking like a leaf, wild and unpredictable, but her pale hips kept moving. Grinding down on his lap.
They were slow, brutal, deeply aching movements that painted a picture of both raw desire and complete devastation. She was actively sobbing, her chest heaving, but her lower half refused to quit riding him.
Droplets of her sweat pattered against his skin and the ruined floor beneath them. The moisture practically steamed under the eerie emerald glow of the healing aura. It was the only thing keeping her upright—unnaturally restoring stamina she had no business having, fueling her relentless pace even when every muscle in her body screamed for rest.
Her small hand snatched his wrist, yanking his palm forcefully against her heaving chest.
"You like these too, don’t you?" she hissed.
Her tone was ragged, her eyes shining with a terrifying, feverish brightness. She guided his large fingers to roughly clutch her soft, heavy breasts, forcing his callused pads to pinch her peaking nipples. Hard—far too hard.
To prove her point, her own fingers found her other nipple. She pinched the sensitive, tight bud and cruelly twisted.
"Aaahhhnngghhh—!?"
The loud scream echoed off the ruined walls—a chaotic blend of sharp pain and blinding ecstasy.
"Pull them!" she howled, her chest thrusting forward. "Do it!"
Cruxius froze in pure shock—just for a fleeting second.
But she wouldn’t allow him the luxury of hesitation.
With ruthless intent, she controlled his hands. She made him tug at her sensitive peaks until her spine bowed into a sharp, beautiful arch. The heavy weight of her breasts bounced in an erratic, mesmerizing rhythm with every punishing thrust of her hips.
Even her breathless sobs took on a rhythm. They synced perfectly to the punishing, tight friction inside her as she ruthlessly ground down on his cock.
"Yes—yes—like that—yes!" she cried out. Hot tears spilled freely over her cheeks as her entire body quaked.
She slammed her hips down with even more force. These were ugly, frantic, deeply unpolished movements. They weren’t meant to look pretty or seduce him—she just needed to feel something intense enough to drown out her mind.
The hot, sore walls of her ass clenched around his thick girth like a vice grip. Her breathing hitched, fracturing entirely as her voice cracked in a beautiful, terrible mess of overwhelming pleasure and blinding grief.
"I love you... hic... I love you... I live for you...!"
Her sharp nails raked carelessly down his firm arms, carving shallow red lines into his skin.
Without missing a beat, she seized his other hand and shoved it over her unclaimed breast. She forced him to grope the soft flesh, needing to feel the heavy, grounding weight of his possession just to keep from shattering into a million pieces.
"You’re mine!" she wailed, grinding her aching hole down on his root one more time. "Mine! hic... m-mine..."
"Shit," Cruxius hissed under his breath, a low groan vibrating in his chest. He could feel every maddening pulse of it—his thick length throbbing, buried deep inside the wet, scalding grip of her back door.
She was riding him with a manic lack of restraint, grinding her hips in a way that should have torn her delicate flesh. The emerald healing magic coating their skin was the only thing holding her fragile body together—and even then, just barely.
This wasn’t just rough sex anymore.
This was a complete, terrifying unraveling. Her mind was fracturing right in front of him. Something fundamental had snapped inside her pretty head.
And it was all because of his manipulation.
Clenching his jaw, a sudden, sharp spike of guilt cut cleanly through the thick haze of lust fogging his brain. A chilling realization washed over him.
If he triggered a regression to the past right now, she would lose this dark, twisted obsession. But doing so meant he would also forfeit the EX rank of her awakened ability—the very asset that gave him such a massive advantage in this timeline.
He found himself genuinely considering it.
He might actually choose to keep her like this—a broken, devoted doll—rather than rewind time to fix his own cruel mistakes.
Yet, if he allowed her to sink any further into this frantic madness... she would become useless. A shattered toy incapable of following basic orders.
A damaged pawn could jeopardize his entire path. He had a possessive affection for what belonged to him, but throwing away a ruined prize always left a bitter taste. Especially someone as breathtaking and useful as Seleyena.
His hands shot up to grip her bare, sweat-slicked shoulders. He gave her a firm shake, his voice tearing from his throat, booming over the roar of the flames as he called for the only person who could intervene.
"DARITHI!!"
