10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 176- Molding Ytrisia’s Insides

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he moved.

He reached for her — large hands gripping the backs of her thighs.

She gasped as he pulled her forward, stumbling into him as he let himself fall onto the bed, dragging her with him.

Her palms landed on his chest, hair tumbling forward, her body now hovering over his — skin to skin, breast to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. Her full breasts pressed warmly against him, stiff nipples dragging teasingly over his skin.

"What are you doing—" she started, breathy.

He didn’t answer — not with words.

One arm slid around her waist, the other hooked under her thigh and lifted — slowly, deliberately — until her leg rested on his shoulder, opening her wide.

Her body tensed instinctively, her breath caught in her throat.

Her folds brushed against him, slick and swollen, still trembling from before.

He didn’t enter — not yet — just rested the heat of himself against her, pressing the length of him along her soaked entrance.

The contact alone made her moan — soft, unwilling, betrayed by her own nerves.

He looked up at her.

"It’ll hurt a bit..." he murmured, voice velvet and steel. "...but you’ll enjoy it."

Then he pushed — just enough for her to feel him.

Her entire body seized.

A guttural sound escaped her lips — not pain, not quite pleasure — more like shock carved into sound.

Her back arched instinctively, breasts lifting with the motion, nipples brushing his chest, sending twin jolts of sensation through her spine.

"Ah—!"

Her fingers gripped his forearm, nails digging in. Her eyes flared wide, jaw slack.

She trembled — all over. Legs, arms, her stomach fluttering like something trapped inside.

Her body tried to resist, but her hips didn’t lie — they tilted forward, almost begging, even as her mind fought the stretch.

He didn’t thrust.

He held her there. Let her feel every inch of pressure, every trembling nerve, every pulse between them.

She was so warm, wrapped around him, tight and unaccustomed. He could feel her walls flutter — contracting, adjusting — like her body was learning him in real time.

He reached up, brushing the hair from her face, thumb dragging along her jaw as he whispered, "Just breathe. You’re doing so well..."

And she did.

His eyes were fixed on her, even though his words seemed much sharper, the gaze lingering on her body.

He rocked up into her then, slow and deep.

Pah—

Her breath hitched.

Pah—pah—

She sobbed out a breath as he bottomed out again — a thick, aching fullness that left no room to think. Her body seized beneath him, thighs trembling, back arched off the mattress like her spine was trying to tear free.

"Nnghh—!"

The sound tore from her lips in a choked, panic-laced moan. It was raw, entirely untrained. Her throat simply struggled to keep up with the sheer sensory overload her body was unraveling into.

Her fingers clawed blindly at the broad expanse of his shoulders. Sharp nails dragged half-moon red trails down his sweat-sheened skin—not trying to push him away, but needing an anchor just to hold on.

"Too—ahh!—too much—!" she gasped, her chest heaving as a flush spread across her collarbones.

"Bullshit," he growled. His voice was a sharp rumble in his chest before his hips snapped forward with unforgiving force.

Pah!

The soft, flushed meat of her ass slapped against the hard base of his thighs, echoing with a wet, heavy smack. Inside, her walls clenched down like a vice, fluttering in uncontrolled spasms as her moan fractured into a scream-laced sob.

"AaAAHNNGHH!!"

A dark grin pressed against the damp skin of her neck. A bead of sweat gathered at the sharp angle of his jaw, dropping hot against her collarbone as he reared back for leverage.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The stifling room echoed with the rhythm. Sticky, squelching slaps rang out every time he slammed deep. Her core was overflowing, soaking him, taking his thick girth and stretching around him until the slick, swollen pink folds didn’t know where his flesh ended and hers began.

His heavy sac slapped against the soft, tender underside of her ass with each punishing thrust, already coated and shining from the copious amounts of slick dripping down his rigid length.

Her voice fractured, losing all restraint.

"Hahh—! Fuck, fuck, fuck—aaahhh—hngghh!"

She was reduced to babbling. They weren’t even words anymore, just broken, helpless noises torn straight from her lungs. Her head thrashed against the rumpled sheets, damp strands of hair clinging to her sweat-glossed cheeks.

Her bruised lips stayed parted, trembling, as she sobbed out a breathless note through every relentless thrust.

"So fucking tight," he hissed. Large hands dug bruised indents into the soft meat of her thighs, physically forcing her legs wider to expose her gleaming center. "You’re milking me."

He hit her deep—bottoming out against her cervix—and her entire frame jerked in shock.

Her eyes flew wide, pupils blown black, before fluttering back.

She choked on a ragged moan, the pitch rising into a pitiful, stuttering mess.

"Ah—ahh—AAHHNNGHH—!"

Her heavy breasts jiggled with the brutal motion, the dark areolas flushed. Her stiff peaks shone, still slick with a mix of sweat and the cooling saliva from where his mouth had abused them earlier.

She tried to roll her hips to meet him, but the strength was gone. Her legs were shot, quivering like jelly, thighs twitching every time he slammed back into her ruined heat with that filthy, obscene sound.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Please—please—" she sobbed, tears mingling with sweat. "I—can’t—hahhh!—gonna—fuck—c-cumming again—!"

"Yeah? Good." His grip tightened. "Fucking break for me."

He didn’t slow his rhythm. If anything, the pace snapped into something harder. His hips pistoned with deep, punishing strokes that dragged a fresh cry from her with every buried inch.

His rigid abs flexed, his sweaty torso grinding against hers. Every muscle in his broad back shifted, intensely focused on drilling her down into the damp mattress until she forgot her own name.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

Her mouth opened wide into an O. No words came, just a high, shattered scream as a secondary climax slammed into her system.

Her inner walls seized around his throbbing shaft, pulsing rhythmically like she was designed to wring him dry. Her core locked tight, calves and thighs convulsing in uncontrollable waves.

Her voice cracked, hoarse and frantic.

"AAHHHH—AAANNGHHH—AHH! FUUUCK—!!"

Desperate nails sank into the dense muscle of his back. He felt the sting of skin splitting, but he didn’t pause. He couldn’t.

The way she milked him, spasming around his length—so unbelievably warm, so dripping wet, so beautifully wrecked—sent a brutal, warning pulse of heat shooting straight up his spine.

"You want it?" he hissed through gritted teeth, veins popping on his neck. "Fucking take it—take all of it—"

Pah! Pah! Pah!

She was reduced to raw whimpers. Her eyes were glazed over, glassy and unseeing, a pink tongue lolling out slightly over her bottom lip as her moans devolved into short, punchy gasps.

"Hhnggh—nnghh—p-please—hah—hah—"

He slammed home again. One large hand left her hip, moving up to wrap loosely around her throat. His thumb brushed the damp skin of her jaw. He wasn’t choking her—just claiming the pulse beating frantically there, pinning her down in every conceivable way.

"Fucking mess," he snarled, a dark satisfaction in his gaze. "Look at you. Dripping all over my cock. You gonna cry for me again?"

She whimpered, a tear slipping from her lashes.

"Y-yes—hahh—d-don’t stop—need it—need it—aaahhhnghh—!"

Her ruined core spasmed around him one more time. He felt the shift, that final, gripping tremble—the exact moment her body surrendered entirely to the pleasure.

And he chased that high. His hips snapped forward—one, two, three more unforgiving times. His own voice finally ripped loose from his throat, echoing as a broken, gutter-deep growl.

"Fuck—fuck—fuuuck—!"