10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 54- Banging Thalia in Bath
She whispered with anger still flaring behind her eyes, wanting to beat the shit out of this insufferable man, but her hips were rolling, grinding down against his hand, her body having a completely separate and traitorous conversation.
Her pussy was still fluttering weakly around his fingers when he suddenly shoved in deeper—two fingers now—crooking them without warning, knuckle-deep, dragging across the soft spot that made her—
"A-ahh—wait...!" Thalia jerked, body snapping like a live wire, back arching hard off his chest.
Then he started moving faster. Way faster.
The slow rhythm shattered. His fingers pistoned in and out of her soaked cunt, wet slaps echoing under the water, the heat between her legs exploding into something uncontrollable and humiliating and completely, devastatingly good.
"Ah—! Ahn! N-no, stop—haaah—stop—"
Her voice cracked, eyes rolling slightly, mouth falling open.
He didn’t stop.
He kept fingering her like he wanted to break something loose in her—fast, rough, knuckles slamming her folds while his thumb worked her clit in frantic tight circles and the hand at her breast twisted her nipple—sharp, sudden—
"Nnggh—KYAHH—!!"
She screamed. Loud. Raw. Unguarded.
Her head snapped back, lips trembling as her eyes went wide—then blank—her back bowing hard into his chest as her entire body spasmed once, twice, her thighs kicking water up over the edge of the tub in a violent splash—
Her pussy clenched tight, then gushed—hot, unmistakable—her moan breaking into a shuddering gasp that died somewhere between his jaw and her shoulder.
Cruxius stilled his hand, fingers buried deep, feeling every clench and flutter as she came apart.
And then he pulled out.
She sagged into him, head lolling, completely wrung out. Breathing in shallow trembling waves.
"...I hate you," she breathed, barely audible.
"I know." He pressed his lips to the crown of her head.
For exactly twelve seconds he let her rest.
Then his hands moved again.
"W-wait—Crux—I just—" Her protest died when he lifted her bodily, turned her, and set her back down facing him, her knees on either side of his hips, the full weight of her settling directly over his cock—still brutally hard, thick with a low throb she could feel against the soft exposed lips of her pussy.
The water sloshed around them.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, steadying herself, eyes wide and hazy.
"I said... no further without permission," he said, tilting his head slightly, dark eyes watching her face like he was reading something written there. "So?"
"S-so what—you—this isn’t—"
"Yes or no, Thalia."
Her mouth opened. Closed. Her hips shifted—involuntarily—and the thick head of him slid perfectly between her folds without entering, the ridge catching her clit and drawing a sharp inhale from her lips.
"...don’t ask me that," she whispered, cheeks blazing.
"Then I’ll take that as a yes."
His hands gripped her hips—iron, both thumbs pressing into the softness of her lower belly—and he lifted her slightly, positioned himself, and let her weight bring her down.
The blunt head split her open slowly.
"NNGH—!" Her mouth wrenched open, nails raking down his shoulders as her inner walls stretched around him, inch by agonizing inch, the size of him parting her so thoroughly her thighs shook. "T-too big—wait—it’s—"
"Breathe," he said, low and steady, jaw tight, every muscle in him locked with effort to stay still while she adjusted. "Just breathe."
She tried. She really tried.
But he was already so deep—halfway in—and the stretch was burning, full and overwhelming, her walls clenching desperately around the intrusion like they didn’t know whether to push him out or pull him in.
He chose for them.
His hands pushed her hips down the rest of the way—slow, firm, utterly merciless—until she was seated fully, his entire length buried inside her, the base of him pressed tight against her swollen folds, water rising slightly around their joined bodies.
Thalia’s mouth hung open. No sound came out for a moment.
Just silence. And the faint lap of water.
"F-full..." she choked out, voice barely there. "You’re—I can feel you in my—"
"I know," he said, and his voice had dropped to something else entirely. Something that scraped.
He rolled his hips.
Just once. Slow. Deliberate. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Pah.
"AAHHH—!" She convulsed in his lap, hands slapping at his chest, the drag of him pulling against every inch of her insides making her see white at the edges.
He did it again.
Pah. Pah.
"Hnn—! Haah~—Crux—wait—I—Anghh~!!"
His grip on her hips tightened and he started moving her—lifting her, dropping her—using her body with calm, devastating efficiency, water sloshing up the sides of the tub as the rhythm built.
Pah. Pah. PAH.
"Ahn~!! Mngh~!! HIEKK~!!"
Her head rolled back, wet hair clinging to her face, mouth wide open, each impact sending the breath from her body in sharp broken bursts. The sounds coming out of her weren’t words anymore. They weren’t even moans. They were something more stripped than that—pure, reflexive, undignified—and she was too far gone to be ashamed of any of it.
"You’re clenching," he said, close to her ear, voice rough. "Every time I bottom out."
"D-don’t—say it—" she managed between thrusts, her voice cracking on every syllable.
PAH. PAH. PAAAH.
"AANGH~!! UNGH~!! H-HYAAHH~!!"
The last one—deep, slow, grinding—made her crumble forward against his chest, arms barely looped over his shoulders, twitching and helpless as he buried himself to the hilt and held there, rotating his hips in a slow brutal circle that ground against something inside her that made her sob openly.
"C-Cruxius—I can’t—I’ll—" Her voice broke. "I’m gonna—again—"
"Not yet." He pulled out completely without warning.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, clenching around nothing, her body arching forward like it wanted to chase him.
He turned her around.
***
She was on her knees at the edge of the tub now—hands gripping the cool porcelain, ass up, back arched, steam rising around her flushed skin. The water was at her thighs, splashing gently with every shift.
He ran a hand down her spine slowly, and she shivered despite the heat.
"Don’t you dare—" she started.
He lined up and pushed in from behind.
Pah.
"NGGHH—!!" The sound she made was violent, unguarded, her knuckles going white on the tub edge. He was deeper like this. Impossibly deeper. The angle hit something that made her inner walls flutter uncontrollably, her toes curling in the water.
He began to thrust.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
"Hnn~!! Ahhh~!! Ungh~!!"
