10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 193- Lira’s Anger

"Where did he go?" Lira muttered, tugging at the heavy, unfamiliar bodice of her gown. The ornate fabric pinched her waist, far too complicated for this strange place. She wandered the dim stone corridors, searching for Cruxius. He had left hours ago to fetch Ytrisia, summoned by that pale vampire woman for some mandatory Pentagon meeting.

The vampire’s instructions had been baffling. She had ordered Cruxius to remain composed, insisting his mere presence needed to leave a lasting impact. Yet, in the same breath, she claimed it wouldn’t matter if he surrendered. The contradiction gnawed at Lira. The underlying tone suggested she expected him to win at all costs, regardless of the official stance.

"No way out of here anyway... just an end zone." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Running wasn’t an option. Outside these walls, a horde of monsters would tear a fragile human like her apart without a second thought. As long as this palace remained under the queen’s protection, staying indoors was her only survival strategy. It reminded her of a past life, trapped in gilded cages.

"There it is..."

She paused outside a heavy oak door, letting out an exhausted sigh. Her feet ached from pacing these haunting, drafty halls—all because Cruxius couldn’t keep to a schedule.

"Ummmhhggg!" Lira flinched.

Huh?

A wet, choking sound slipped through the thick wood. Frowning, she leaned in, peering through the narrow crack near the hinges.

Her breath caught.

Cruxius was straddling Ytrisia’s face. His thick, flushed shaft was buried past her bruised lips, taking up every available inch. Her pale throat bulged outward, the distinct shape of his girth stretching the delicate skin from the inside, twitching with every measured pump.

Her jaw was locked open, soft lips stretched taut and glossy with a mess of spit. His heavy sack slapped a rhythmic pah, pah, pah against her damp chin. He rolled his hips forward with slow, punishing pressure, feeding her the blunt root until his pelvis ground flush against her nose.

Ytrisia let out a helpless gurgle.

No words could form around him. Thick ropes of saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched mouth, pooling onto the dark sheets. Her wide, unfocused eyes were glazed with hot tears that streamed sideways into her hairline.

Her fingers clawed weakly at the mattress.

She was entirely pinned. Because he wasn’t just ruining her mouth.

Cruxius had his face buried deep between her spread thighs. His jaw ground sideways, nose slick with her natural nectar as his broad tongue drilled into her core with a savage, unrelenting rhythm.

Her sex was a beautiful, ruined mess.

Glistening and swollen.

Flushed a deep, bruised pink, her engorged peak twitched against his stubble. His tongue lashed across the sensitive bundle of nerves, before he sucked it hard into his mouth. He let it pop free with a sharp smack, then plunged his tongue straight into her aching canal, dragging out thick strands of milky slick.

The soft folds trembled under his assault.

Every flick of his tongue sent a spasm up her pale legs. Her damp calves twitched, heels kicking aimlessly at the bedding. The tender skin of her inner thighs was glazed and sticky, painted with a potent mix of his saliva and her own spilling arousal.

He groaned into her wetness.

Low and resonant.

The deep vibration rippled right against her clit, dragging a muffled, desperate cry from her stuffed throat—"Hhrrnnkkk!"—making her spine arch off the bed.

His buried cock gave a massive throb.

A visible pulse ran up the thick vein as her throat clamped down around the head. The tight squeeze made her eyes roll back. She gagged, a messy bubble of air and spit escaping her nose, but she didn’t try to pull away.

She couldn’t.

His massive hand had both her delicate wrists pinned securely above her head. His other hand dug firmly into the soft meat of her thigh, forcing her hips to stay wide open while he devoured her with a ruthless, demanding pace.

Squelch. Slurp. Smack.

The obscene noises echoed in the quiet chamber. He painted her flushed folds with his mouth—drinking, biting, scraping his teeth lightly over her hood just to feel her frantic jerk beneath him.

Then, he shifted his weight.

The blunt head pressed deeper, bottoming out in her throat and sealing her airway. Her delicate nose flared, chest heaving in a silent panic. Just as she began to thrash, he eased back a fraction, letting her drag a ragged, whistling breath through her nostrils.

And then—

He slammed his hips forward.

His dense balls crashed against her chin.

He used her throat like a willing, wet sheath. His hips pumped with a heavy, bruising authority, the thick underside of his shaft dragging a punishing friction across her tongue.

Her throat clamped tight.

He let out a feral noise. Muffled against her soaking center, his dark beard glistened with her cream, thick drops falling from his chin to the sheets as he feasted on her.

Her body seized. Pale legs trembled, toes curling tight. Her hips bucked upward as her inner walls clenched hard, milking his exploring tongue.

And then the dam broke.

Her climax hit her like a lightning strike.

A raw scream tried to tear from her lungs, dying instantly around his buried girth. Her hips launched off the mattress. Her swollen core gave a sudden, sharp squirt—spraying sweet nectar directly against his tongue and cheeks. It didn’t stop. It pulsed in heavy, flooding waves, splashing his strong jaw and soaking the bedding beneath them.

He held her hips in a vice grip.

He took every drop, lapping at her leaking slit between the heavy pulses.

And still—he fucked her mouth.

Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.

His cock dragging out with a wet pop, only to sink back in with a resounding slap.

Until his breath hitched sharply.

His muscular thighs went rigid.

And then—he tipped over the edge.

It was a heavy, relentless release. His root twitched once, twice, before thick, scalding ropes of seed blasted straight into her throat. She gagged hard, her entire frame shuddering as her stomach fought the overwhelming volume.

He refused to let her pull back.

He kept her pinned, balls deep.

His potent seed pumped down her throat in long, throbbing spurts, filling her mouth until the excess thick white cream spilled past her lips, painting her cheeks as he let out a guttural groan of relief.

Finally, he pulled back.

Pop.

A long, pearlescent string connected the crown of his cock to her tongue. She took a desperate, gasping breath, her bruised lips parted, throat still weakly spasming.

He reached down with a broad hand.

He gripped her sticky cheeks, pressing her lips firmly shut.

"Drink it."

Ytrisia blinked up at him, her beautiful face a ruined canvas of tears and his seed. Her jaw quivered.

She forced a heavy swallow.

He leaned in close, his own face gleaming with her slick, his dark voice a wicked purr against her ear.

"You monster..."

Lira mouthed the words, the air in her lungs turning to ice. She stood perfectly motionless in the shadowed hallway, her arms crossed beneath her chest. One hand crushed the intricate fabric of her gown, trying to ground herself after the obscene display.

Inside, the frantic rhythm had ceased.