His eyes were sharp as broken glass.
She bit her lip again, drawing blood this time—a tiny bead of crimson that matched the wine still dripping from his cock.
"I—I wanted to serve you this wine in a... special way," she whispered, voice breaking. "Please, let me—"
"You want something from me?" He tilted his head, amused. "Then earn it. Suck me off. Serve me tonight like the good little thing you are. Do that, and I'll do whatever you ask."
Her eyes widened. Hope—desperate, pathetic hope—bloomed there like flowers growing in a graveyard.
"A-anything?"
"Anything."
She nodded, meek and small, and sank to her knees.
From above, she looked even smaller. Her pink cotton-candy hair spilled around her face, the strands sticking to her tear-stained cheeks.
Her lips—swollen and kiss-bruised—parted as she leaned forward.
The first touch of her tongue against his cock made him sigh.
Warm. Wet. The wine mixed with her saliva as she licked along the underside, following a thick vein from base to tip. His hand found her hair, fingers clenching tight in the soft strands.
"I remember her," he said suddenly, voice distant.
Lira froze. Her eyes shot up to his, wide with shock and something rawer—terror, maybe, or grief.
But he didn't elaborate. His grip tightened, and he pushed her head forward.
"Keep going."
Her mouth opened wider, jaw straining as she stuffed him inside inch by inch.
He was still soft when he entered, the wine-slick flesh sliding against her tongue, filling her mouth with the taste of tannins and salt and him.
But then—
Fuck.
His cock thickened. Hardened. Lengthened. Like magic, it transformed from limp flesh to steel-hard meat, stretching her jaw, pushing toward the back of her throat until she gagged and tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Guhk—"
The sound was wet and obscene.
He didn't let her pull back. His hips rolled forward, hand still fisted in her hair, and he started to fuck her mouth properly. Not gentle. Not careful.
Just steady, brutal thrusts that made her throat convulse and her eyes roll back.
"Guhk—guhk—guhk—"
Drool spilled from the corners of her lips. Her hands clutched at his thighs, nails digging in, but she didn't push him away. She took it. Every thick inch. Every brutal thrust.
Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time felt liquid here, melting under the heat of his pleasure.
Then he pulled out.
His cock emerged from her mouth like a sword from a sheath—thick, glistening, impossibly hard. The head was flushed dark red, veins bulging along the shaft. It slapped against her cheek with a wet smack.
"Hah—" Lira gasped, eyes teary and unfocused. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock, stretching thin before breaking. "Hahh—"
"Spread your legs." His voice was rough now, edged with need. "I want to fuck you."
She trembled. Her mouth opened, gasping, trying to form words.
"W-wait—the wine—" She reached for the glass with shaking hands. "Please, d-drink the wine while I—"
He knew. Of course he knew. The wine was poisoned. He'd known from the moment she'd poured it but was confirmed since being killed once by her hand.
But he wanted to see how desperate she actually was, from the way her hands shook just a little too much, from the desperation in her eyes.
But right now? Right now he just wanted to fuck her.
His hands grabbed her waist, spinning her around and bending her over the table.
Everything—plates, glasses, silverware—crashed to the floor in a cacophony of shattering porcelain and ringing metal.
"Ah—!"
His thumb hooked into her panties, pulling the wet strip aside. Her pussy was soaked, the pink flesh glistening with arousal and leftover cum from this morning.
Her labia were swollen and puffy, still tender, and when he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, she whimpered.
One thrust.
That's all it took.
"AHHH—!"
He buried himself balls-deep in one brutal stroke, and her scream echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight and perfect, and he groaned as he started to move.
Pap. Pap. Pap.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. His hips slammed against her ass, making the soft cheeks ripple and bounce with each impact.
Her breasts swayed beneath her, the lace barely containing them as they jiggled and bounced.
"Ngh—ah—ah—" Lira's moans were broken, desperate. Her fingers scrabbled at the table edge, trying to find purchase as he pounded into her. "T-too deep—you're—ngh—too deep—"
He didn't slow down. If anything, he went harder.
"You wanted to serve me, didn't you?" He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, lips brushing her ear. "So serve. Take my cock like a good whore."
"Ahh—yes—yes—"
—
They moved through the room like a storm.
From the dining table to the wall, where he pinned her with her legs wrapped around his waist, cock driving up into her while she sobbed and clawed at his shoulders.
Pah—pah—pah—
"Oh god—oh god—ngh—SIR—"
To the bathroom, where he bent her over the sink, one hand fisted in her hair while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. The mirror fogged with their breath. Her reflection stared back at her—face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glazed with pleasure and pain.
Smack.
His hand came down on her ass, hard. The sound cracked through the air like a whip.
"Ahh—!"
To the balcony garden, where moonlight painted her skin silver and the cool night air kissed her sweat-slicked body.
He fucked her against the railing, each thrust making her breasts bounce and jiggle, nipples hard and aching.
"Mmmph—" She bit her hand to muffle her moans, terrified someone might hear.
He pulled her hand away. "Why... why the hell did you ruin everything?"
"Ahhh—ahh—ahh—!"
And finally, back to the bedroom.
He positioned her on the bed—hips raised, legs spread, half doggy-style with her face buried in the pillows.
From this angle, he could see everything. The way her pussy stretched around his cock. The way her ass rippled with each thrust. The way her back arched and her toes curled.
Hours. It had been hours. She was a mess of sweat and cum and tears, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body trembling with exhaustion.
But he wasn't done.
Pap—pap—pap—
"S-Sir—I can't—ngh—I can't anymore—"
"Yes you can." His voice was rough, breathless. His cock throbbed inside her, swollen and aching. "Just a little more."
His rhythm changed—faster, harder, desperate. His fingers dug into her hips. His balls tightened. And then—
"Fuck—"
He buried himself deep and came.
His cock pulsed, flooding her womb with hot cum. It filled her, overflowed, spilled out around his shaft and dripped down her thighs.
She sobbed into the pillow, her whole body shaking as her own orgasm crashed over her.
For a moment, they stayed like that. Connected. Breathing hard.
Then he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade.
"Drink the wine you brought." His voice was soft now, almost gentle. "Let me drink it from your mouth."
Lira's eyes filled with tears. She knew what he was saying. She knew he knew.
But she crawled out of bed anyway.
Her body was a wreck—legs shaking, pussy leaking cum, skin covered in bruises and bite marks. But she crawled to the cart on her hands and knees, naked and desperate, and grabbed the poisoned wine.
Cruxius watched from the bed, propped up on one elbow. He shook his head slightly, a dark chuckle escaping his lips.
She was always exhausted after their nights together, always collapsing into sleep. But her determination to kill him...
It was almost admirable.
Lira took a sip. The wine touched her swollen lips, slipped past her teeth, coated her tongue. Bitter. Metallic. Wrong.
Then she crawled back to him.
He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips. His cock was already hardening again, pressing against her entrance. His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss.
The wine spilled between their mouths—warm and poisoned and intimate. Their tongues tangled. Their breath mingled. And as they kissed, he spread her legs and pushed inside again.
"Mmph—"
Slow this time. Deep. His hips rolled up into her while she moaned into his mouth. The wine continued to pass between them, swallowed in small doses with each desperate kiss.
Thrust.
Her breasts bounced against his chest, soft and heavy.
Thrust.
His hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements.
Thrust.
Their breathing grew labored. Sluggish. The poison was taking effect.
"Ngh—"
Lira's movements slowed. Her eyes fluttered. Her body went limp in his arms even as he continued to thrust up into her.
And then—.
The window popped into existence before Cruxius's consciousness.
Glowing white text against endless void.
> [ SuperVillain System Activated ]