10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 138 - Banging Doctor Hard
2:13 AM
The white sheet was a ruin already — soaked through, clinging to her inner thighs like a second skin, damp with things she didn’t want to name out loud.
She slumped forward, face half-swallowed by the satin pillow, her lips wet and slack against the fabric, tongue too heavy to pull back.
Her hair — tangled, spit-damp — plastered to her neck and down between her shoulder blades where sweat had pooled and dripped.
Behind her, Cruxius shifted his weight.
He sat back on the thick pillow at the bed’s edge, knees wide, feet planted, thighs spread like a throne only he was allowed to sit on, and she was just what he put on it.
She felt his hands before she heard him move — fingers hooked around her hips, grip rough and certain, pulling her back into place like she’d drifted somewhere she wasn’t supposed to go.
Her back hit his chest.
The contact made her shiver — his skin was hot, that dry furnace heat, and hers was slick and oversensitive, every nerve ending still sparking from the last time.
Her legs fell open over his. Knees dangling. Toes barely grazing the sheets below.
’That thing,’ she thought dimly, ’that long, thick, awful thing is still—’
He shoved up.
"Cruxius — nnn! — wait, it’s still — still sensitive, I-I can’t—"
"You can." His mouth was at her ear, voice low and flat. "You’re already open. Look at you."
His palm pressed flat against her belly, just below her navel, holding her down and steady like livestock being kept from bolting.
Her stomach trembled under his hand.
He didn’t thrust. He bounced her.
Pah.
Her ass smacked down into his lap, and the sound cracked loud and wet in the quiet room.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
Each slap drove him deeper — not gradual, not gentle, just depth forced in like something being hammered home.
"Ahnn— kh— ngh!"
Her tits swung hard with each drop, jiggling out of rhythm, heavy and flushed, the skin pulling at the base where the weight of them fought gravity and lost each time.
The bite mark near her left breast had gone a deep red-purple by now, the bruise blooming outward in a soft ring, her nipple at the center of it stiff and raw.
His hand grabbed it.
Fingers curled under the swell, lifting roughly — thumb dragging across the abused nipple in slow, grinding circles that made her stomach clench.
"Ah— aahnn— kuh—! Nnghh—!"
Her moans came out broken and wet, cracked halfway between crying and begging, her voice pitching up and snapping whenever his cock hit that spot too deep and too hard.
She couldn’t control any of it.
’Why does it still feel like that,’ her mind blurred, ’like the first time, like it’s splitting me open every single—’
His other hand dropped.
Straight between her legs.
Her outer lips were swollen and puffy, red from hours of friction, and they parted the moment his fingers touched them — no resistance, none left — slick flooding out instantly, coating his palm in a hot, shameless rush.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
The noise her pussy made was obscene and she knew it and her face burned and none of it made her hips stop rocking.
"C-Cruxius... I-I’m leaking again... my body’s—g-gods—!!"
"Because you need this." His growl was quiet. Almost conversational. "You’re sitting on your King’s cock with your ass stretched wide and your pussy’s begging for more. Disgusting."
’He’s right,’ some ruined part of her brain offered up helpfully, ’you’re dripping all over his hand and you rode him first, you did that, your hips moved before you told them to—’
Her body started moving without her permission.
Hips rocking forward. Slamming back. Her legs locked behind his thighs. She was riding him — no grace, no rhythm, just heat and need grinding out in raw repetition.
Pah. Pah. Pah. PAH!
Skin hammered skin faster, the wet slap of her ass against his thighs echoing off the walls.
"I— I c-can’t hold it—! It’s — it’s coming—"
He bit her shoulder.
His teeth sank in below her neck where the skin was already bruised from before, and he didn’t ease into it — just bit, held, and ground his fingers deeper into her pussy while his cock drove upward to meet her descent.
Her body locked.
Spine going rigid, thighs seizing, toes curling off the edge of the bed.
"F-FUCKKK—!!"
Her scream came out raw and ugly and real.
Her pussy clenched and burst — slick squirting out across his fingers, splashing hot down over her thighs and the soaked pillow under them — her whole body convulsing in hard, rhythmic jerks.
She twisted in his arms, arching backward over him like a bow bent too far, her chest rising and falling in ragged heaves, sticky with sweat, nipples painfully stiff.
’It’s still going,’ she thought, half-delirious, ’it won’t stop, it just—’
Her pussy kept pulsing after — she could feel it, the visible spasms, her folds clenching around nothing, glistening and parted and embarrassingly, shamelessly wet.
Her inner thighs shone slick in the low light.
No warning.
Cruxius grabbed her waist and threw her forward.
Her body lifted off his lap — a single rough jerk — and then she was airborne for half a breath before being dropped stomach-first onto the bed.
Her face smashed into the pillow.
"Hhhghn—!"
The satin was already soaked with her own drool and tears and now her cheek pressed into all of it, her lips open, tongue half-out, gasping against damp fabric.
Her ass rose automatically.
Knees spread wide on instinct, like her body had learned something tonight and couldn’t unlearn it.
She felt him crouch behind her — the shift of weight on the mattress, the heat of his thighs against the backs of hers, the blunt, thick pressure of him nudging her already-raw entrance.
His cock slapped once against her ass.
Then he plunged in.
"AAHHNNN—!"
The cry tore out of her jagged and broken, her ass stretching around him, the ring giving way with a slick pop as he buried himself to the hilt in a single brutal drop.
No easing in. No patience. Just all of it, immediately.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
His thighs hammered into her ass — hard, wet, savage — each impact sending her whole body lurching forward on the bed.
Her tits mashed down into the sheets and bounced violently back, her nipples dragging wet streaks across the fabric, the friction making her gasp between screams.
"Haaa— aahh— nnhh—! Ff-ffuckkk — Cruxiussss!"
Her voice pitched and cracked and jumped with every impact, the sound of her breaking open between each thrust honest and ugly and completely involuntary.
PAH! PAAAH!
"Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!!"
"Sh-shit, it’s — it’s too thick, I c-can’t — haaahn!"
But her ass clenched around him anyway — tight, sucking him in deeper with every withdrawal, her body contradicting everything her mouth said.
’Too much,’ her mind floated somewhere near the ceiling, ’it’s too much, he’s too deep, I can feel him in my stomach, I swear I can feel—’
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Mnghh~!! A-AHH~!! Hiekk~!! Hiekk~!!"
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, pulling them into fists, knuckles whitening as she took each thrust with her whole body — ass rippling on impact, thighs shaking, the back of her neck flushed dark red.
The sounds the room held now were obscene — flesh on flesh, slick wet noise, her cracked moaning, his low grunts, the creak of the bed beneath them.
