10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 207- The Power of Absolute Transfer

His hand—coated in her own musky arousal—slid south once more. Slow. Punishingly precise.

Teasing the damp heat between her thighs, his calloused touch parted the soft lips of her untouched front. She jolted, a helpless, bucking jerk of her hips as the direct contact sparked raw electricity. Her breath hitched, soft chest shuddering as his fingertips grazed dangerously close to her core.

"Don’t worry," he murmured, the dark rumble like molten steel poured directly into her ear. The heat of his breath cut straight through the mist.

Then—he pressed.

A single digit, agonizingly deliberate, nudged into the glistening slit, pushing shallowly against a barrier no one had ever claimed. A delicate, sharp sting lit through her tender nerves. She winced, her hips locking up in panic.

His fingertip had found it.

Her hymen.

"I’ll wither this..." The words were a dark, possessive purr, thick with promise, "...on our wedding night."

Her entire frame froze.

Hot tears bloomed in the corners of her eyes, slipping fast down her flushed cheeks. But the shower water masked the crying. The dense steam swallowed her ragged sobs. It wasn’t just the sheer pressure of him inside her ass, or the dull ache of her overstretched rim—it was the weight of his words.

The absolute finality.

Wedding night.

She couldn’t catch her breath.

Her pale hand rose, shaking visibly. Slender fingers brushed against the rough stubble of his jaw. She cupped his strong face with a desperate grip, anchoring herself like a woman drowning in open water.

She twisted to look over her shoulder, wet eyelashes fluttering. "You... you won’t hurt me... or those I love... right?"

The plea was a fragile whisper. It bled from her throat, tangled in fear, reluctant love, and intense vulnerability.

He stayed silent. But his gaze darkened, pupils blowing wide.

Then—

A deep, merciless thrust rolled through her yielding body.

She gasped out a broken, choked sound. The thick ridge of his cock dragged upward, slow and possessive, rearranging her wrecked passage. Her torso jerked backward against his chest, entirely helpless, kept upright only by his unyielding hold.

His free hand abandoned her core, rising rough and hungry to seize her bare breast. The grip was borderline bruising. Long fingers sank deep into the plump flesh, his thumb flicking callously over the stiffened peak until a pathetic whimper fell from her lips.

Then he kissed her again.

No warning.

His mouth crashed over hers—sloppy, open, demanding submission. His tongue dove past her teeth, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her moans. His teeth caught her puffy lower lip, tugging roughly. It was less of a kiss and more of a total conquest.

Shower spray poured over their flushed faces, washing down their chins, masking the desperate exchange of saliva. When he finally broke the seal of their lips, he hovered just an inch away.

"You already know," he murmured, his breath hot against her mouth. "You’re the best woman I ever got."

Her chest gave a painful, aching twist.

She didn’t formulate an answer. She couldn’t.

Instead, she surged upward, kissing him back with a frantic, messy hunger. Her manicured nails dug into his wet scalp, anchoring her grip. The shower washed away the evidence of her crying, but not the chaotic knot of love, fear, and deep longing burning in her gut.

The thick meat buried inside her throbbed in response. Her abused rim clenched down on the swollen vein, tightening in an involuntary rhythm.

Her front, abandoned but weeping with need, dripped clear slickness down her thighs, the deep, empty ache there impossible to ignore.

His rough hand trailed back down to her swollen pearl. A single fingertip circled it with maddening precision—too slow, too light.

"Haah... haaah... Cruxius..."

His name fell from her like a damning secret.

She didn’t realize when her wobbling knees finally surrendered. Maybe it was the intense exhaustion vibrating in her thighs, or the thick pulse of his cock stretching her wide, or just the heavy weight of his vow.

But she slid downward.

Her soaked body sank toward the wet tiles, steam curling around her bare shoulders. She dragged her weak fingers down his ridged abdomen for balance, coming to a halt as her face hovered right by his waist.

Right by his softened, overused shaft.

Her eyes were hazy—half-lidded and overwhelmed. Water droplets clung to her dark lashes.

But something in her upward gaze shifted. A visceral, raw need that went far beyond mere lust.

She leaned in.

Her flushed cheek brushed against his heavy, drooping meat. Soft lips grazed the prominent vein as her small hand wrapped tenderly around the thick base. She pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the skin—a gesture bordering on worship.

She looked up through the falling water.

"I want a child."

Before his brain could even process the words—

She took his heavy sack into her mouth.

Her lips wrapped around the sensitive flesh, tongue swirling aggressively as her cheeks hollowed out. She sucked hard, vacuuming them tight against the back of her throat as if trying to draw the seed directly from the source.

His muscular thighs spasmed. A broad palm slammed flat against the wet shower wall, the breath punching out of his lungs.

"Lira—ugh."

"Umhh...." she hummed around him.

His spent cock, soft but retaining a heavy, thick weight, flopped brazenly against her forehead. It slid down the slope of her nose with a wet, heavy thud, leaving a snail-trail of his own lingering fluids across her skin.

She didn’t blink.

Didn’t flinch away from the mess.

Instead, she tilted her chin, letting the flaccid meat drag lazily across her temple, smearing her with a mix of sweat and the slick evidence of her own ruined backdoor. Her hazy eyes stayed stubbornly locked on his as her delicate fingers reached beneath her chin, gripping one heavy sphere.

Then the other.

Squeezing with a firm, punishing pressure.

He winced sharply. The sudden ache made his leg jerk. His hand shot down to her scalp, tangling in a thick fistful of her wet pink hair—not to yank her away, but to anchor himself before his knees buckled.

Her warm tongue slid under the textured skin, slow and incredibly deliberate. She tasted the heat, mapping the heavy folds.

Then, with zero warning—

She shoved the entire bloated package past her lips.

Both of them.

Swallowed deep, like breathing was suddenly optional. Her pale cheeks ballooned outward, her delicate jaw popping as her lips stretched to an obscene, painful width. A messy mixture of thick saliva and shower water spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and splashing onto her bare breasts in long, silver strings.

A ragged, guttural groan tore from his chest. The raw sound bordered a fine line between agonizing pain and blinding pleasure.

"F-Fuck—Lira...!"

She didn’t spit him out.

She simply stared up from her knees. Her gaze held something profoundly dark. It wasn’t helpless submission anymore. It wasn’t just desire.

It was a terrifying bid for control.

Around the mouthful of his sensitive flesh, she mumbled against his skin. Muffled, yet echoing with terrifying clarity over the running water:

"You’re not the only one... who knows my vulgar weaknesses."

The sheer audacity of the threat—delivered with his balls lodged in her throat—made a frayed wire in his brain snap.

He gripped her wet hair tighter. His flaccid length gave a sudden, thick twitch against her cheek, blood rushing back into the spongy tissue. He yanked her head back, forcing her jaw open.

She surrendered his sack with a wet, suctioned pop.

A thick string of spit stretched between her glossy lips and his shiny skin. Unfazed, her pink tongue lolled out, dragging a slow, wet stripe up the underside of his semi-soft shaft.

She tasted him like she owned the very flesh. Soft or rigid. Claiming her property.

"You’re insane," he muttered, the words caught somewhere between sheer disbelief and twisted awe.

A beautifully deranged smile curved her lips. "You started it."

She kissed the blunt tip. Not with needy hunger, but with pure intent—a lingering, wet press to the sensitive slit. Her eyelashes fluttered, mocking a devout worshiper kneeling before a fallen god.

Her hot breath fanned over the urethral opening as she whispered.

"Now get hard again... I’m not done punishing you."

"What the hell..."

DING!

[ Synchronization Established ]

[ Emotional Threshold Fulfilled – Subject: Lira Evess ]

[ Ability Acquired via HeartSync (original) ]

[ Ability: HeartSync ]

[ Rank: SSS+ → Transcendent ]

[ Acquisition: Complete – Ability MAXED ]

[ No Further Sync Possible with Source ]

[ Ability: The user would be able to willingly bestow their ability upon anyone of their choice, irrespective of their relationship with the host. ]