10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 187 - Ytrisia’s Stabilization

"Ahnn~ Mmhh~"

His grip under her thighs was unforgiving—palms stretched wide, rough fingertips pressing deep indents into the soft, yielding curve where her ass met her upper thighs. Ytrisia’s slender legs locked tight around his waist, her wet calves clinging to him. Her heels dug into the dense muscle of his lower back, chasing an impossible closeness, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one.

Hot water rained down, plastering her dark hair against her collarbones, but the blistering heat in the stall didn’t come from the steam.

It poured from her.

It radiated from the sheer, melting core of her, from the way her swollen folds gripped his shaft like a wet, twitching vice every time his hips snapped forward.

Whenever the blunt tip bruised against her cervix, a sharp jolt wrecked her posture. Her wet back slapped against the slick shower tiles. Her pale breasts swung and bounced with the chaotic rhythm, the chilled water doing nothing to soothe her flushed, pebble-hard nipples as she clung to his broad shoulders like a drowning woman.

"Gods..." Cruxius breathed, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against her wet skin. "You feel like you were made for me."

He drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

The sound echoing off the glass was obscenely loud, wet and raw. Her eager body swallowed his thick length over and over, milking him like it had been starving for his touch since the night before. With every punishing stroke, her delicate frame shuddered. The soft flesh of her chest pitched beautifully, slick thighs trembling as they strained to keep their hold. Her spine bowed off the wall, a conflicting instinct to escape the overwhelming pleasure while dragging him even deeper.

And gods, he felt every merciless detail of it.

Every frantic twitch. Every silken ripple. Every slick, dragging friction of her inner walls clinging to his girth.

The thick base of his shaft throbbed. Raised veins pulsed as the smothering heat of her canal massaged him. She was so tight. Dangerously tight. Her rippling muscles didn’t seem to know whether to clench around his root or squeeze him toward her womb. Her entire body wept, begging to be stretched wide open and thoroughly claimed.

He let out a ragged grunt when her high, whimpering moans shattered the steam-heavy air.

"Aahh~ C-Cruxius... it’s so much... s-so deep..."

"That’s alright," he murmured, his tone a dangerous mix of soothing and breathless hunger. "I want all of you, Ytri. Let me feel where your soul begins."

Her small frame bounced with the relentless force of his hips. Her slick breasts smacked wetly against his rigid chest, those aching, sensitive peaks dragging across his pectorals with every rough collision. And he loved every second of it. He adored the broken chaos of her breathing, the pathetic, helpless way her legs spasmed around his waist. Her cries were fracturing into something fragile—not just loud, airy noises, but tender, weeping gasps of ecstasy she couldn’t suppress.

He adjusted his angle—tilting his pelvis upward, dragging the pace down to a grueling, drawn-out grind—and her entire body jerked with a piercing cry. She practically levitated off the tiles, her chest thrust forward, offering up those flushed, painfully erect nipples.

He certainly wasn’t done with those.

Cruxius dipped his head.

Mouth open.

Tongue out.

The broad, flat muscle of his tongue dragged up the underside of her swollen breast, trailing slowly from the soft curve to the tight, puckered areola. Then, he latched on. He sucked the sensitive peak deep into his mouth, the intense vacuum making her writhe helplessly against him. He let the hard nub rest on his tongue, hot and flushed, lashing it with smooth, reverent flicks.

Pah—

He popped his lips off the wet skin.

Latched back on, drawing it deeper.

Pahh... pahhh.

Bounce. Thrust. A bruised, blunt kiss to her cervix.

Whenever he pulled hard on her nipple, his hips surged forward, returning his heavy cock deep into her melting core with aching precision. The dual assault was too much; her whole body jolted, reflexively shoving her breast harder into his greedy mouth as she sobbed for air.

His tongue mapped the bumpy edge of her areola in wet, worshipful circles, mercilessly teasing the rigid center until her head cracked back against the damp tiles, her eyes rolling shut.

"Cruxius... aah~ gods... I can’t... I’m going to—"

He abandoned her chest, trailing an open-mouthed kiss up the side of her slick neck to hover by her ear. His breath ghosted over her skin, hot and trembling.

"Let go," he commanded softly. "Give it to me, Ytri. All of it. I want to feel you break on my cock... so I know you’re mine."

Her drenched slit clamped down hard. A massive, shuddering wave crashed through her pelvic floor, milking him with such frantic strength that Cruxius nearly lost his goddamn mind.

"Ytri..." he groaned, resting his damp forehead against hers, his voice reduced to a ragged shake. "You don’t even know what you do to me."

His head fell heavily onto her shoulder. His hips stuttered, stalling in the thick heat.

Her internal muscles spasmed, contracting in a brutal, rhythmic wave that swallowed him deeper. Her entire body vibrated from the sheer force of her climax.

He pulled back a fraction of an inch—just enough to tease the swollen ring of flesh holding him captive.

Squish. Squelch. Pop.

Then he buried himself to the hilt again with one agonizingly slow, deliberate push, a man desperate to freeze time.

Her jaw went slack, plush lips parting as she rode out the tremors. When she finally spoke, her voice was a breathy, sugar-sweet purr.

"Y-you’re filling every part of me..."

Cruxius pressed a damp kiss to her collarbone, a feral groan vibrating against her bare skin.

"Because I need you to feel it," he mumbled into the crook of her neck. "That it’s me. That it’s always been me."

One final, devastating thrust.

Deep.

Buried to the bone.

Her ruined body spasmed around him in response.

And Cruxius—finally—tipped over the edge.

"Let me stay inside," he pleaded in a rough whisper. "Let me lose myself in you..."

His thick, scalding release spilled into her womb. Rope after heavy rope pumped deep into her twitching canal, filling her to the brim with his potent heat.

He shook with every violent shudder of his climax. His length throbbed erratically, emptying every last reserve of his seed until he was reduced to nothing but ragged pants and the deafening pound of his own heart.

His powerful hips locked forward, grinding his pelvis flush against hers. He wanted to plug her tight, wanting to keep every single drop securely sealed inside her belly.

"Stay with me like this..." he rasped.

She couldn’t form words. She could only pant, her limbs entirely boneless. Without his massive hands anchoring her ass, she would have slid right down the shower wall.

He stayed pinned to her, his softening cock still buried past the hilt, face hidden in the wet strands of her hair as his heavy sac continued to twitch and drain.

The bathroom was quiet now, save for the steady drum of the showerhead and the faint, internal pulsing of his seed coating her deepest walls. The sensation made her flinch, tiny breathless gasps slipping from her throat.

Through it all, his iron grip on her thighs never wavered.

She remained on display for him. Thighs spread wide. Her slick ass cheeks stretched and trembling in his massive palms. Faint tendrils of purple light still coiled off his flushed skin, drifting through the steam like dying embers from some divine, unholy fire.

Ytrisia let out a broken, panicked whine. Her glassy eyes widened as she felt his hands shift, slowly and deliberately lifting her weight to pull off his member.

"W-Wait, Cruxius, wait, I—!"