10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 192- Good Girl
Every sharp suck, every wet lick, every blunt thrust into her bruised throat drove her closer and closer to that terrifying precipice of pure pleasure and absolute humiliation. She simply didn’t have the strength to fight it anymore.
She let out another muffled, wet scream—a drawn-out, vibrating moan that served as both a frantic plea for mercy and a desperate prayer for him to ruin her completely. The sound made him groan into her wetness, his tongue plunging inward with a renewed, ravenous hunger.
"HHnnnnhggghhh!! MMmmmfffhh—!"
She couldn’t breathe—not enough.
Not with his cock down her throat.
Not with his mouth destroying her control.
His length filled her throat to capacity, feeling heavier and thicker than before, slick with her spit and his own leaking pre-cum. His dense balls rested heavy against her damp chin, a warm, suffocating weight she couldn’t ignore.
Pah, pah, pah.
They slapped faintly against her skin as he moved. Each agonizingly slow roll of his hips deepened the impossible stretch; each subtle, grinding thrust stole the precious little air left in her burning lungs.
Her vision blurred entirely.
Tears streamed freely down her temples.
And still—she moaned around him.
The sound was muffled, fractured, and deeply desperate. Choked off entirely with every deep thrust.
"Mmmmhh—ghkk—mmnfff—!"
Her throat clamped down involuntarily, her gag reflex fighting to adjust to the punishing rhythm, the extreme width, the suffocating pressure—but her body had lost all right to refuse him. He held her trapped, her wrists pinned in his iron grip, his knees planted firmly into the mattress on either side of her head, straddling her face as though he belonged right there—dominating her, using her, owning her.
Because maybe he really did.
Because maybe, deep down, she craved exactly this.
Because love, in its darkest, most perverse iteration, sometimes demanded total, agonizing surrender.
Above her ruined face, Cruxius didn’t speak again. He just groaned—a low, breathless rumble—as he buried his face completely between her trembling legs. His tongue didn’t hesitate. It didn’t gently tease. It sought to consume.
And that was the most terrifying part.
The raw way he tasted her, like a man who had been starving for a century.
Like her ruined body wasn’t just flesh, but his sole salvation.
His lips formed a brutal seal around her clit, sucking hard, and her spine arched off the bed with a sharp, violent jolt.
Squelch. Squelch. Pah.
Her thighs shook uncontrollably. Every overstimulated nerve ending in her pelvis fired simultaneously. Her body no longer listened to her commands; it answered only to him. Her hips twitched, jerking upward as if trying to escape the intense pleasure—but only succeeding in pressing her folds harder against his face.
"Ah—mmfhh—Cruxius—!"
She tried to scream his name.
It came out as a wet, gurgled vibration against his shaft.
His broad tongue dragged forcefully up her dripping slit—wet and completely relentless—and she felt the final threads of her control snapping. Faster. Deeper. Her empty core clenched, fluttering wildly, begging to be filled. The tension built sharp and thick behind her ribs, a desperate, screaming ache trapped behind the seal of her lips around his cock.
Her entire body began to vibrate.
Her vision swam with dark spots.
And then—the dam broke.
She climaxed.
It wasn’t a graceful, soft release—it was pure, unadulterated violence.
Her body jolted off the mattress, a blinding, electric arc of pleasure detonating through her spine. She sprayed—helpless, completely unfiltered, soaking his face in a torrential flood of her own sweet release, a volume she hadn’t even realized her body was capable of producing. Her thighs snapped shut like a vice around his head, her muffled moan splintering into choked, breathless sobs.
And she kept coming.
Pulse after agonizing pulse, her body convulsed around nothing.
Every frantic beat of her heart squeezed more fluid from her shaking core.
Every breath she was denied only fed the suffocating intensity of the orgasm.
Cruxius let out a raw groan against her soaking wetness, his hips violently rutting against her pinned tongue. The slick, suffocating heat of her throat clamping around his shaft sent him tipping right over the edge.
With a harsh gasp—his deep voice finally cracking—he buried himself completely to the base.
She felt the warning signs first.
The heavy, erratic twitch.
The massive, swelling throb.
And then the scalding heat.
Thick, heavy ropes of his seed flooded her mouth, splashing violently against the back of her tongue, rolling sluggishly down her throat before she could even process the command to swallow.
"Urgghhh—!" She gagged softly around his pulsing length, her nose wet with her own tears and slick, her exhausted body still shuddering helplessly beneath his weight.
He held her firmly in place—waiting until the very last violent spasm of his release had passed.
Then slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled his softening cock free from her lips.
"Hah, that was insane," Cruxius breathed out, getting to his feet. He looked down at Ytrisia; she was violently trembling, thick white fluid slowly dripping from her swollen, parted lips. He remembered, vaguely, that he was supposed to be taking her out for food.
He slowly reached his hand down, pressing his large fingers firmly over her mouth, sealing her lips shut as he issued a quiet command.
"Drink it."
She blinked up at him, her striking purple eyes wide and teary. She maintained eye contact as she dutifully swallowed his heavy load. As she did, he leaned down close to her ear.
She could clearly see the sheer amount of her own fluids dripping down his face, coating him completely like a heavy sweat, a sight that made a fresh wave of humiliation crash over her. Yet, when he hovered just inches away, the potent scent of his seed lingering in her mouth mixing with the overwhelming smell of her own arousal painted on his face was enough to make her mind go completely blank.
It snapped the last of her resistance the exact moment he murmured, in a dark, seductive purr—
"Good girl."
