10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 203 - Beginning to be Given Rest

The tension etched into her beautiful face was completely raw, her cheeks deeply flushed, her jaw clenched tight, her breath painfully locked in her throat.

Cruxius paused for just a single, terrifying second.

And then—he thrust forward.

Hard.

"NNNNGH-AHHHH!!"

The sound that tore from her raw throat wasn’t just a cry of pain. It wasn’t even a moan of pleasure.

It was a raw, completely strangled sound, exactly like something had been forcefully torn from deep inside her core—a choked, messy sob completely tangled with blazing heat, sheer fear, and an unbearable, splitting stretch.

Pahk—!

His heavy hips slammed into her soft backside.

Solid flesh slapped violently against flesh.

She jolted hard.

Her soft ass physically bounced off his muscular thighs, the pale skin visibly rippling under the brutal force of the impact.

Then—he pulled back and drove in again.

Pahk—!

And again.

Pahk—!

He was truly fucking her now.

There was absolutely no other word for the brutality of it. No gentle romance. No slow teasing.

He was using her body exactly as he pleased—dragging himself almost all the way out, then driving his hips forward again with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm, his pelvis hitting her soft curves hard enough that her entire spine violently jolted with every single impact.

"Hhhaaa—ahhh!! St—stooop—ahhhHNNGG!!"

Her head thrashed wildly from side to side on the pillows, the soft pink strands of her hair sticking messily to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her golden eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her delicate brows deeply furrowed, her mouth hanging wide open in breathless, unadulterated panic.

Every single deep thrust physically knocked a sound right out of her—even if she wasn’t mentally ready to make one.

Her ruined body wasn’t fighting him anymore.

It was just helplessly reacting. Bouncing. Jerking violently. Squealing.

Her pale ass flushed an even darker shade of red now, not entirely from bruises yet—but from the massive rush of blood, from the blistering heat, from the constant, punishing clap of his heavy hips repeatedly slamming against it.

Squelch. Pah. Squelch. Pah-pah-pah.

The obscene sounds filled the heavy air of the room—slick and deeply brutal, solid flesh and wetness constantly colliding. His dark shaft visibly glistened every single time he pulled back, her impossible tightness clinging desperately to every single inch of him, completely unwilling to let him go even as her body struggled fiercely to take his massive size.

"AH—AH—AH—A-AHHHHHH!!"

Her voice rose sharply, cracking again, her desperate cries tumbling messily over each other as her body was finally forced to break into his brutal rhythm. Not by her own choice. By sheer, overwhelming force.

Cruxius grunted, a low, animalistic sound deep in his broad chest. It wasn’t a cruel sound—just intensely focused.

His massive hands clamped significantly tighter around her narrow hips, forcefully pulling her back against him to perfectly meet every single deep thrust now. Her small body had absolutely no choice but to fold entirely, physically bending completely around his punishing rhythm, her pale knees violently wobbling right at the absolute edge of her control.

He wasn’t treating her like she might accidentally break.

He was treating her exactly like she already had.

And maybe... she finally had.

"F-fuhh—haahhh! Ahhh, C-Cruxius—p-please—ahhh—nnnghh!"

She gasped out his name exactly like a desperate plea, like she foolishly still believed he might actually stop if she just asked him in the right way. But her voice was completely breaking apart—incredibly soft and pitchy, more ragged breath than actual words.

Her golden eyes fluttered open for a second, then immediately rolled back into her head with the impact of the next brutal thrust. Her bruised lips were trembling violently, thick spit stringing messily from the corner of her mouth to pool on the sheets below her cheek.

Her freed, bouncing breast shook violently with every single slam of his hips. Her ruined corset had slipped entirely off one pale shoulder now, dragging uselessly along her damp side in a sweat-drenched, tangled fold.

She was a complete, beautiful mess. A violently trembling, breathless, completely soaked mess.

And still, he fucked her.

Significantly harder now. Impossibly faster.

Pah—!

Her raw scream caught painfully in her throat, her spine arching incredibly high off the mattress. His massive cock slammed into her from behind—impossibly deep, entirely unforgiving—forcefully spreading her ass cheeks wide open with every single ruthless push.

Pah—!

One pale leg folded awkwardly under her soft belly, violently trembling. The other leg stretched uselessly outward, completely limp, violently twitching with every single wet, heavy slam of his hips.

Pah—!

"AHH—HHnnghh—!! N-not... th-there—!"

But her protest was far too late.

He had already pushed completely in—well past the tight, frantically clenching rim that had uselessly fought him mere moments ago—and now, agonizing inch after inch, he violently claimed her from behind, burying himself impossibly deep inside the absolute most forbidden, hidden part of her.

Her body was a complete wreck.

Her ass, parted obscenely wide and glistening wetly under the light, was stretched incredibly taut completely around the thick, pulsing shaft ruthlessly driving into it.

The tight, puckered ring of muscle hugged his girth desperately, clenching incredibly hard, fighting a losing battle to adapt to his size—but he didn’t slow his brutal pace for a second. He simply gripped her bruising hips tighter, forcefully pulled her down onto him again—and thrust.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

Incredibly wet. Deeply sticky. Obscenely loud.

The thick lube he’d smeared carelessly across her crack earlier now ran heavily down her pale thighs in long, translucent trails, intimately mixing with her heavy sweat.

Her ruined blue panties, still uselessly hooked to one side, were completely soaked through and crumpled pathetically under one hip. The dark velvet corset was twisted entirely around her narrow waist, totally lopsided and barely clinging to her body by a single, strained strap.

She openly sobbed.

Her flushed cheek pressed hard into the tangled sheets, her bruised lips parted wide, thick drool steadily slipping from the corner of her mouth as he ruthlessly thrust again, even harder.

Her messy pink hair clung damply to her deeply flushed face, her breath coming in ragged gasps with every violent jolt of her hips.

"Nnhhh—! Haaa—hahhh—Cruxius—!"

He leaned his heavy frame entirely over her, his massive body pressing heavily across her bare back, his rigid chest pressing flush to her slick, sweating spine. One large hand slid quickly up her body, grabbing her delicate throat—not gently, but incredibly possessively—lifting her pretty face just high enough off the mattress that her desperate moans were no longer muffled by the damp sheets.

And then his hot mouth was on her skin.

His lips sank deeply into the soft flesh of her shoulder blade, his teeth biting down hard.

"AHH—hnnnghh!!"

She shook violently beneath his weight, jolted sharply by the sudden sting of his teeth—and by the immediate next thrust that bottomed out completely again, forcefully pushing even deeper into her tight ass, stretching her delicate internal walls in ways that left her entire body violently trembling.

His heavy hips didn’t slow their punishing rhythm.

Even while brutally biting her pale skin—even while trailing dark, open-mouthed kisses right up her damp spine—even as his sharp teeth grazed the sensitive back of her delicate neck and he violently sucked a dark, blooming hickey right into the base of it—he kept ruthlessly thrusting.

Pah! Pah! Pah!