10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!-Chapter 201- Lira’s Holes Training Begins

She tried desperately to close her legs—but his frame was far too heavy to move. Her whole body gave a single, violent jerk, then sagged helplessly into the mattress again.

Utterly helpless.

The only sound in the quiet room was her frantic breathing and the wet, agonizingly slow rhythm of his strokes against his own cock.

Shlk... shlk...

She could hear it so clearly now.

Each deliberate motion.

Each agonizing second of him sliding slickly between his own rough fingers, preparing himself.

Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her suspended thighs trembled like leaves. Her moans started leaking past her lips again—soft, breathy, deeply confused by her own body’s surging, inappropriate heat.

Then she finally felt it.

His fingers.

They slipped right between her cheeks like heavy silk dipped in liquid fire—slow, incredibly firm, and undeniably wet. He dragged his slick digits right through the mess he’d made, tracing a direct line from the very base of her swollen folds upward toward her back entrance. The agonizingly intimate motion made her body stiffen with a violent, full-body twitch.

"AH—! D-Don’t—!" she yelped loudly, her free leg kicking out once, but his heavy palm came down hard on her thigh and held her firmly in place. It wasn’t a painful grip. It was just absolutely certain. Unbreakablely solid.

"F-fuck, please don’t touch me there, not there—" she sobbed openly, the sheer panic cutting sharply through her trembling voice, but her hips completely betrayed her, bucking again—not shrinking away from his touch, but arching desperately toward it.

His thick fingers circled again.

Right on that forbidden place.

The delicate ring clenched on pure instinct, impossibly tight and twitching frantically, still physically untouched, but glistening beautifully under his agonizingly slow, teasing strokes. He was deliberately smearing his own slick precum completely across it now, marking the territory, coating her tightest seal in his own searing heat.

"Ahhh—nnngh—" she moaned again, this sound much deeper, dragged up from somewhere stuck deep between her gut and her lungs. Her body jolted in tiny, completely helpless jerks.

He leaned his heavy upper body forward.

She felt the dark shadow of him first—his immense, crushing weight, his hot breath, the simmering, radiating heat of his massive cock hovering dangerously low.

Then it finally touched her.

The blunt, swollen tip.

Right there.

It kissed the tight, twitching ring of muscle, alarmingly warm and incredibly slick and terrifyingly huge—pressing just firmly enough against the entrance to make her gasp aloud, a short, high, shattered cry:

"Hhhhaahh—!"

Her toes curled so tight they cramped.

The broad crown of his cock rubbed in a slow, agonizingly slow circle against her, never forcefully pushing in, just gliding smoothly, ruthlessly teasing. Back and forth, incredibly wet and terrifyingly deliberate, ensuring she felt the massive heft of what he intended to use on her. Letting her squirm helplessly beneath him.

She was already heavily panting, every single breath broken with a pathetic sound.

"Haa... hhhnn... fff-fuck... n-no—stop teasing me like this—"

But her desperate voice shook so badly it sounded like it didn’t even believe itself.

Sklch. Tch. Pah.

The sticky, obscene sounds of slick wetness loudly echoed each time his massive cockhead dragged right across her frantically twitching little hole. Every single agonizing pass left more slickness, more intense friction, and infinitely more shame.

Her pathetic moans kept spilling out, sharp and completely erratic.

"Ah—ahh... Cruxius, y-you—fuck, please—!" she half-screamed, her mind so scrambled she wasn’t even sure exactly what she was begging for anymore.

Still, he said absolutely nothing.

His large hand slid right up her flat belly now, his thick fingers splayed wide, pressing her firmly down into the mattress—physically claiming every single inch of slick, flushed skin under her ruined, tangled corset.

His rough palm grazed her ribs, grounding her securely there as if her frantic writhing meant absolutely nothing to his plans. He was positioning her exactly how he wanted her, not trying to soothe her panic.

The blunt tip pressed against the tight ring again.

But this time—it didn’t just rub the surface.

It pushed.

Just a little fraction. Just enough to force the outer ring of muscle to quiver violently. Just enough to spark that terrifying burst of liquid fire deep inside her belly, the exact kind of fire that made her scream out:

"Ah—Aaaahhh—hhhaaaghh—!"

Her body arched like a drawn bow—her back lifting entirely off the tangled sheets, her heels digging uselessly into the mattress. Her mouth opened incredibly wide, but no coherent words came out, just a rush of moaning breath and a shaking, broken cry, her throat far too raw to form anything resembling a sentence.

"Hhh-hnnnnnghh—!"

His cock was just resting right there—not fully inside, but hovering terrifyingly on the absolute edge of it. Unbearably heavy. Completely immovable. Devastatingly tempting.

Lira couldn’t stop her violent trembling.

Her ruined blue panties were still jammed painfully under her thigh, twisted and impossibly tight, cutting deeply into her pale skin exactly like a rough rope.

Her torn stockings had slid even further down her legs, one torn wide open at the upper thigh, the delicate edge curled back like a peeled fruit skin, brushing softly against her damp leg.

The dark velvet corset had sagged completely out of place—a messy, useless tangle of limp, wet lace clinging stubbornly to her narrow waist. One breast hung completely bare and vulnerable, the other just barely contained inside the cup, its soft, pale mound rising and falling with every frantic, gasping breath.

Her sensitive nipples were flushed a dark, angry red now, glistening wet from sweat and rough friction, constantly brushing against the loose, damp fabric with each violent jolt of her hips.

Her entire body was lit up exactly like a roaring furnace, every single nerve ending strung impossibly tight and violently vibrating. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard it left a faint, red bite mark, her golden eyes actually rolling back into her head for a fleeting second as the immense, terrifying pressure steadily built against her tightest hole.

Still, he didn’t thrust forward.

Still, he waited.

Cruxius just calmly watched her completely unravel beneath him.

His large hands curled slightly into the delicate dip of her narrow waist, his thick thumbs pressing firm, deliberate circles into her skin—not to hurt her, but to securely hold her, to feel her trembling, to brutally remind her she was completely his to take exactly when he finally chose to.

Lira desperately tried to scream something at him again—anything to stop this—but her burning lungs gave her nothing but another pathetic, helpless moan.

"Hhhahh—ahhh... nnnnnhh—!"

And then—he finally began to push.

Then he moved his hips.

The agonizing pressure deepened significantly—slow, completely unrelenting—as the slick, impossibly wide crown of his cock began to push forcefully forward, breaching her tightest, most forbidden entrance with a steady, suffocating, terrifying force.

"Nnnghh—A-Ahhh—!"

Lira’s voice cracked sharply like something vital inside her had finally torn completely loose. Her spine arched to its absolute limit. Her manicured fingers clawed desperately at the twisted sheets beneath her, her hips jolting in wild, panicked confusion. Her mouth opened incredibly wide, and all that managed to come out was pure breath, completely raw and choked and violently trembling with the sheer volume of the sound.

"Haa—hhhaaahh—s-stop it—it’s too—nnnnhh—!"