10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 137- Owner of this Hole
He leaned forward, letting the furnace heat of his broad chest blanket her shivering back. His arousal, still rigid and throbbing, settled right between the cleft of her ass. The slickness smeared there allowed him to glide against her skin, a heavy, blunt promise of what was coming.
"You’re still clenching," he murmured against the shell of her ear, his voice a dark, molten hum. "Did you really think I was finished?"
A pathetic whimper tore from her throat.
"No—hahh—don’t... tease..."
He didn’t bother replying.
Instead, his thumbs hooked the edges of her slick folds, pulling them wide. The abused flesh yielded easily, exposing the sensitive pink bundle of nerves that pulsed in time with her frantic heartbeat.
"Look at you," he rasped. "Leaking. Begging."
Two broad fingers dragged up the length of her opening, gathering a thick dollop of their mixed fluids. With a deliberate, agonizingly slow swipe, he smeared the wetness over her back entrance, painting the tight, puckered ring with her own ruin.
"A-Ahhnn~!!"
Her hips bucked on pure instinct.
Cruxius shifted his grip, aligning the blunt, swollen crown of his length against her once more. Her flushed lips, already thoroughly wrecked, parted readily, anticipating the familiar stretch—but this time the angle was different.
"Cruxius, please—haah... I c-can’t—"
"You can." His growl vibrated against her skin. "And you will."
His hands clamped down on her hips like iron vises, hoisting her rear higher into the air. He didn’t offer a warning.
Just one brutal, wet drive.
Slam.
"AHHNNN!!"
Her cry shattered the silence. Her back bowed to a painful degree as her body was forced to swallow his massive girth all over again. The stretch was agonizingly profound, the bruised walls screaming as they were forced to expand, locking tightly around the base of his shaft in a frantic, milking death-grip.
The wet smack of skin colliding rang out as he began to pump. Each thrust was a deep, punishing invasion. He dragged along the sorest parts of her walls, forcing her open until she felt like she was being split right down the middle.
"Hnnn—ahhh! Hah! Hahh—t-too deep, fffuck!!"
Her thighs shook, coated in an ungodly amount of slick. Every time he pulled back, the dark, veiny length of him gleamed, painted thick in creamy white. With every grinding forward motion, her sensitive nub rubbed harshly against his lower stomach, sparking fireworks behind her squeezed-shut eyes.
"Cruxius!! F-fuck—I’m—!"
Crack.
His palm met the curve of her ass with a stinging slap. Her scream broke into a sob.
Her inner muscles clamped down like a fist, and the orgasm tore through her.
A warm gush flooded the sheets beneath her as she came undone. Her body jerked, her walls spasming around his thickness in a chaotic rhythm. Her cries pitched high, breathless, and wild.
But he didn’t give her a second of reprieve.
Cruxius twisted his hand into the roots of her hair, yanking her head back. Her spine arched further, leaving her dazed and panting against his shoulder.
"Thank you for providing the lubricant, my sweet."
The honeyed words were a sharp contrast to the predatory glint in his eyes. Before her foggy brain could process the threat, he withdrew with a wet pop.
A second later, the thick, throbbing tip of his arousal pressed against a completely different, untouched entrance. Right against the tight, quivering knot of her ass.
She froze. Her blood ran cold.
"Wait—n-no, Cruxius, that’s—ah! That’s not—"
He didn’t listen.
His thumbs dug into the soft meat of her cheeks, spreading her wide to bare the tight little ring to the cool air. Then, he applied pressure. It wasn’t a tease; it was a blunt, unyielding push of pure dominance.
"Cruxius!" Panic laced her high-pitched cry. "It won’t—f-fuck, it won’t fit!"
"It will," he countered, his tone darker than the shadows in the room. "You were made to take me. Everywhere."
He pushed harder. The smeared slick offered some glide, but her body fought the intrusion. Her tight muscles fluttered and clamped tight, instinctively trying to deny the massive thickness threatening to tear her in two.
Then—
Pop.
The broad head breached the rim.
A jolt of electricity shot through her spine. She arched up, her short nails clawing deep into the mattress. Pain and intense fullness flared through her lower half like a lit match.
"N-Noo! I-It’s b-burning inside me!"
Cruxius leaned in close, his tongue darting out to taste the salty sweat beading along her spine. He let out a low, ragged groan as her tightest passage clamped down hard, gripping him like a hot vice.
"Shhh... feel that," he murmured. "This is what it means to be mine. Every hole. Every twitch. Every breath."
He didn’t give her time to adjust to the agonizing fullness.
He just shoved his hips forward.
Her tightest ring stretched to a terrifying degree, twitching and clenching around the invasive girth with every inch he stole. Sobs wrecked her chest. Her slender legs kicked out in distress, toes curling into the fabric as he ruthlessly claimed the untamed territory.
"H-Haaahh!! I—I c-can’t, Cruxius, it’s t-too... you’re splitting me in half!"
"You’re taking it," he grunted, the strain evident in his chest. "And you’re still squeezing."
He was right. Her muscles kept betraying her mind, gripping the foreign length with a fierce, burning tightness, even as fresh tears streaked her flushed face.
Below the punishing stretch, her wet core quivered in sympathy, leaking a fresh wave of arousal down her thighs.
With a final, guttural grunt, he drove his hips flush against her ass. He bottomed out, burying his entire length inside the impossibly tight heat.
She screamed into the mattress, her voice cracking under the strain.
"G-gods... gods—Cruxius, it hurts—!!"
"I know." His hiss brushed the damp hair at her nape. "That’s what makes it mine."
Then, the slow torture began.
He pulled back, dragging every pronounced vein and thick ridge against her hyper-sensitive, over-stretched nerves. The tight ring clung to him, trying to suck him back in, before he slammed forward again.
Smack.
The wet, heavy collision of skin against skin echoed loudly.
"A-AHHHN!!"
She shook. She gasped for air. She broke.
Again and again, he ruined her. He fucked her with a punishing, relentless rhythm. Her internal muscles twitched frantically, trying to reject the massive invasion, but her body was too weak to fight the relentless stretch.
Tears soaked into the bedsheets. She couldn’t hold still. She couldn’t stop the violent tremors racking her limbs.
And then, a terrifying shift happened.
Her hips began to move on their own. Pulling back. Meeting his brutal thrusts halfway.
Desperate for the friction.
"W-wait... you’re so deep... it’s n-not stopping—haaahh!!"
Her wet core clenched down hard. Her throbbing nub rubbed frantically against the damp sheets. Every deep plunge into her back entrance sent a shockwave of pleasure through her front, making her cunt twitch as if it were being taken, too.
Cruxius didn’t miss the subtle shift.
His large hand snaked around to her front. Two thick fingers shoved unceremoniously into her slick, neglected folds, finding the swollen bud and rubbing it with ruthless, pinpoint precision.
A shrill scream tore from her lungs.
Something inside her mind snapped.
The climax hit her like a freight train.
Her back passage locked down over his shaft, squeezing and milking his length with terrifying strength as her front exploded. Wetness gushed from her core in a hot rush, spilling over his fingers and soaking the bedding beneath them in a chaotic mess of pleasure and pain.
She was utterly destroyed. Sobbing, shivering, and way too far gone to form a coherent thought.
But Cruxius wasn’t finished.
He wrapped his hand around her hair and yanked her torso up, forcing her to sit back onto his impaling length. Her limp, sweaty back collapsed against the hard wall of his chest.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear to whisper his final, commanding demand:
"Tell me who owns this hole now."
