10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 53 - Telling Pet Who Is Her Owner

"W-wait, stop..." she gasped, each grind making her body twitch, her face burn. Her pussy clenched from the friction alone, every slow drag of him against her soaked panties pulling more heat, more shame up her spine.

"Hhh... it’s punishment," Cruxius muttered, almost to himself, voice rough like gravel dragged across silk, like he was barely holding together the last rope of his restraint.

Her thighs were like silk—soft but firm around him, gripping his shaft perfectly like her body already knew what her mouth kept refusing. The feel of her, the trembling heat, the little hiccupped breaths she tried to swallow—it was maddening. Fucking perfect.

His cock throbbed hard, dragging back and forth, the broad tip catching against the soaked cloth of her panties, flicking her clit just enough to make her inhale sharp—her nails digging into his shoulders like she didn’t know what else to hold onto.

"S-stop..." Thalia whimpered again, but her hips moved—small jerk, involuntary. Her thighs squeezed tighter around him like they were trying to keep him there. She hated it. The warmth pooling low in her belly, the aching emptiness that screamed to be filled. Her pussy throbbed desperately with every pass of him dragging just outside, so close it physically hurt.

Her panties clung to her like a second skin, every ridge of her swollen folds visible through the soaked fabric, and every grind made her jerk slightly—sparks of unbearable, humiliating pleasure lighting her nerves on fire.

His hands squeezed harder, pulling her flush as his pace increased. The sound—wet skin meeting soft skin—filled the room in a low, filthy rhythm, mixing with their broken breathing.

She smelled like heat and arousal and something purely, maddeningly her. His cock throbbed, smearing a thick bead of precum across her inner thigh, and that’s when he knew—he needed to slow down. Before he took her right here, half-standing, dress ruined, door barely locked.

Or maybe... ruin her first.

"Bath first... I won’t go beyond this without your permission," he murmured low, brushing her damp hair back from her face, voice somehow still gentle even while his body screamed for more. "So shut up... let me love you."

Thalia flinched, eyes hazy, still panting. The warmth from his skin was melting into hers like she’d forgotten where she ended. Dr. Selena’s medicine had already dulled the edges of everything—the pain was gone, yes, but it left something else instead. A floaty, over-sensitive warmth she couldn’t shake off.

"L-let me... go," she tried again, hand pushing at his chest weakly.

And for a second—it actually worked.

Until he just picked her up like she weighed absolutely nothing, one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and carried her straight to the bath.

***

The tub was full, warm steam curling up around them like fog. Water sloshed heavily as Cruxius stepped in with her still cradled against him, the heat immediately swallowing his legs. He sat down first, pulling her down into his lap, her naked back pressing flush against his chest—soft, bare, trembling against the hardness of his abs and the rigid length that pressed insistently at the small of her back.

The water rippled, rising around them, licking at their skin—but it was nothing compared to what burned underneath.

The sedative was doing its job quietly. She wasn’t out of her mind—she was present, she was furious, she was embarrassed—but her limbs felt slow. Heavy. Every sensation landed twice as hard.

Cruxius’s hands didn’t stay still. They roamed up her arms first, slow, mapping her skin—before his lips ghosted over her shoulder and bit gently into the junction of her neck.

"Y-you pervert... you promised..." she muttered, voice cracking, eyes half-lidded.

But her ass shifted—she couldn’t help it—and she could feel it clearly through the warm water. His cock, trapped between her thighs and pressed hard against the soft curve of her rear, thick and rigid enough to make her breath stutter.

His hands found her breasts.

She gasped, short and sharp.

Her tits were full and slick with bathwater, nipples soft and curved inward in his palms. He cupped them slowly, thumbs brushing over the tips with lazy, deliberate circles—coaxing them to stiffen. The water made her skin shimmer, her breasts heavy and warm in his hands. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He pinched, tugged—gently but firmly—and the nipples popped out hard, beading tight.

"Cruxius... y-you bastard..." she moaned, hips jerking slightly, her spine arching back into him despite herself.

His lips closed around her earlobe. Sucking. Biting. His breath a low murmur against her skin.

"You don’t want me to stop."

One hand slid down her belly—slow, deliberate—disappearing beneath the water. Her legs twitched when his fingers found her pussy through the thin soaked fabric of her panties, still on somehow, still failing to protect her.

He moved them aside without ceremony.

His fingers slipped between her folds—slick, swollen, obscenely wet even under the bathwater—and he rubbed her clit with lazy circles until she gasped and jolted back against him hard.

"You’re wet," he whispered, lips brushing her ear. His finger pushed in slightly, just enough to make her choke on a breath—the stretch already making her inner walls flutter.

"B-because it’s water, you dumb pervert!" she snapped, trying to sit up—but the dizziness hit again and she sank back. That medicine was doing something awful to her. She wasn’t gone—but her limbs felt slow. Heavy.

Her pussy clamped around his finger anyway. Throbbing.

She was stuck. On his lap, cock pressed hard underneath her, finger inside her, his other hand kneading her breast in slow torturous pulls—her body shook.

Her hands clawed at the tub’s edge, trying to find something solid.

"If you don’t stop... I-I’ll kill you—nggh!" she screamed, but her voice broke halfway into a moan as his finger crooked upward, finding something that made her vision blur.

Her nipples peaked sharp. His hand was relentless—tugging, pinching, twisting until she cried out and slapped her hand over her mouth, too humiliated to let it out loud.

"You are mine, Thalia." His teeth dragged across her shoulder this time—harder—leaving a deep red bite mark she’d feel for days.

His fingers kept stroking, slow and steady, then not so steady, then brutal—two fingers now, wide, spreading her open while his palm ground up against her clit, and she stopped being able to think in sentences.

She rocked against his hand without meaning to. Thighs shaking, water splashing at the edges.

"Cruxius—"