NOVEL WEB Chapter 150 - Strengthening Exercises
Her cries were getting thinner. High and breathless. Wet with panic.
Her thighs kicked — or tried to — one heel sliding clumsily across his back before falling limp again. She was shivering all over now. Her arms trembled uselessly, her fingers curled against the sheets like she didn't know what to do with them.
Her chest rose and dropped in frantic pulses, her free breast bouncing helplessly every time her frame jerked beneath him.
And her body… was losing the fight.
Her tight little hole clenched and fluttered around him, as if it couldn't decide whether to push him out or pull him in.
That tender ring was stretched halfway already — hugging him like a fist, twitching around the thick girth that was still sliding deeper. Every time he paused, she shook. Every time he moved, she whimpered.
"Nnffhh... h-holy—d-don't—" she gasped, the words barely forming. Her voice cracked with breath. "Not—no, not more..."
But he was only halfway.
Cruxius exhaled slowly, steady, eyes half-lidded. His body didn't rush. He just leaned a little closer — and pushed.
Just a little more.
"Hhhhaaah—!"
Her scream split through the room — a sound that wasn't a word anymore, just a raw, half-choked cry that broke open halfway into a moan. Her back arched. She grabbed at the sheets with both hands, head snapping back, her eyes wide and wet and full of disbelief.
Pah... pah... pah...
Tiny sounds. His hips brushing her backside in small, rolling motions. He wasn't even thrusting. Not yet. Just weight. Just closeness. Just letting her feel it — letting her realize how deep he already was and how much was still left.
Her ass jiggled beneath every small motion, skin flushed red — not bruised, just hot. Her breath hitched and stuttered in her throat, coming in wild, sharp bursts like a girl dangling from a rooftop, unable to catch air.
Her lashes fluttered. Her eyes weren't even focused now.
One single tear slid sideways down her cheek.
Her lips trembled open, tongue barely visible, slick and wet. She looked like she wanted to speak again — maybe protest, maybe plead — but all that came out was a broken murmur:
"Hhh—hhk... nnnh..."
Her body started to tremble again, not violently, but in these little ripples. She was clenched tight around him, her rim squeezing like it was trying to hold him still, but he could feel the way she was melting inside.
He adjusted the angle — just a shift in his hips.
And slid the rest of the way in.
Tkk—sklch—
Wet. Deep. Fully inside.
Her body snapped. Her back arched. Her thighs jumped. Her head jerked like something inside had broken loose and couldn't be stuffed back in.
"A-AHHHHHH—!"
Her cry hit the air like a lightning crack — sharp, high, nearly a sob. Her legs trembled violently against his shoulders, ankles slipping and readjusting as her whole frame started to twitch.
Her breath hitched. Again. Again. Then burst out in a long, ragged moan — half cry, half surrender — as her hole squeezed around him like it couldn't take it and didn't want to let go.
He stayed still.
Deep.
Buried.
Her asshole twitched around the thick shaft inside her, desperately trying to adjust. To make sense of the stretch. The pressure. The burn.
Her breath came in tiny sobs now — no more words, just sound. Just survival.
He leaned down.
Mouth near her ear.
Voice quiet.
"You're not fragile," Cruxius whispered, breath warm on her cheek. "You're fire in a glass. I just know how to pour it."
Her lips trembled.
Then parted.
One last moan escaped — soft. Whimpering. A sound like something sweet finally breaking.
"A-ahhh... Cruxius... nnnnnh..."
She didn't finish.
She couldn't.
Her body was answering for her now.
Cruxius didn't move.
Not yet.
He just held her there, buried deep, the thick pressure of his cock filling her in ways her body clearly wasn't built for.
Her thighs were trembling — not resisting, not pulling away — just twitching in these weak, uneven jerks that barely lifted from his shoulders before falling limp again.
Lira's whole body had gone flushed, skin damp and glistening. Her back arched in short, panicked pulses, each one making her chest rise and fall in ragged rhythm.
"Hhh-hah… ahhh—nngh, f-fffuck… I-I can't—!"
Her voice was crumbling now, barely more than air. She gasped again, her lips wet, parted wide, her teeth catching her bottom lip like she was trying to bite the pain away.
Then he pulled back.
Just an inch.
"AH—!!"
She screamed. Sharp and shocked. Her fingers clawed the sheets, her knuckles white.
Her rim dragged tight along his shaft, wet and resisting, stretched to its limit — it felt like it was trying to cling to him, even as it burned from the friction. The tension in her face was raw, cheeks flushed, jaw clenched, breath locked in her throat.
Cruxius paused for just a second.
And then — he thrust.
Hard.
"NNNNGH-AHHHH!!"
The sound that tore from her wasn't just a cry. It wasn't even a moan.
It was a raw, strangled sound, like something torn from deep inside, a choked sob tangled with heat and fear and unbearable stretch.
Pahk—!
His hips hit her backside.
Flesh slapped flesh.
She jolted.
Her ass bounced off his thighs, the soft skin rippling under the force.
Then—again.
Pahk—!
And again.
Pahk—!
He was fucking her now.
There was no other word for it. No gentleness. No teasing.
He was using her body — dragging himself back, then driving in again with brutal rhythm, hips hitting her hard enough that her spine jolted with each impact.
"Hhhaaa—ahhh!! St—stooop—ahhhHNNGG!!"
Her head thrashed side to side, pink strands of hair sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed, her mouth wide open in breathless panic.
Every thrust knocked a sound from her — even if she wasn't ready to make one.
Her body wasn't fighting anymore.
It was just reacting. Bouncing. Jerking. Squealing.
Her ass flushed darker now, not from marks — from blood rushing, from heat, from the constant clap of his hips slamming against it.
Squelch. Pah. Squelch. Pah-pah-pah.
The sounds filled the air — slick and brutal, flesh and wetness colliding. His shaft glistened every time he pulled back, her tightness clinging to every inch, unwilling to let go even as it struggled to take him.
"AH—AH—AH—A-AHHHHHH!!"
Her voice rose, cracking again, her cries tumbling over each other as her body started to break into rhythm. Not by choice. By force.
Cruxius grunted low in his chest. Not cruel — just focused.
His hands clamped tighter around her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust now. Her body had no choice but to fold, bending around his rhythm, her knees wobbling at the edge of control.
He wasn't treating her like she might break.
He was treating her like she already had.
And maybe… she had.
"F-fuhh—haahhh! Ahhh, C-Cruxius—p-please—ahhh—nnnghh!"
She gasped out his name like a plea, like she still believed he might stop if she asked the right way. But her voice was breaking — soft and high, more breath than words.
Her eyes fluttered open, then rolled back again with the next thrust. Her lips were trembling, spit stringing from the corner of her mouth to the sheets below.
Her free breast bounced with each slam. Her corset had slipped off one shoulder completely now, dragging along her side in a sweat-drenched fold.
She was a mess. A trembling, breathless, soaked mess.
And still he fucked her.
Harder now. Faster.
Pah—!
Her scream caught in her throat, her back arching high off the mattress. His cock slammed into her from behind — deep, unforgiving — spreading her ass open with every ruthless push.
Pah—!
Her leg folded under her belly, trembling. The other stretched outward, useless, twitching with every wet slam of his hips.
Pah—!
"AHH—HHnnghh—!! N-not… th-there—!"
But it was too late.
He had pushed in already — past the tight, clenching rim that had fought him moments ago — and now, inch after inch, he claimed her from behind, burying himself deep inside the most forbidden part of her.
Her body was a mess.
Her ass, parted wide and glistening, was stretched taut around the thick shaft driving into it.
The puckered ring hugged him desperately, clenching hard, fighting to adapt — but he didn't slow. He gripped her hips, pulled her down again — and thrust.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
Wet. Sticky. Loud.
The lube smeared across her crack now ran down her thighs in translucent trails, mixing with sweat.
Her panties, still hooked aside, were soaked and crumpled under one hip. The corset twisted around her waist, lopsided and clinging by a single strap.
She sobbed.
Her cheek pressed to the sheets, lips parted, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as he thrust again, harder.
Her pink hair clung to her flushed face, her breath gasping with each jolt of her hips.
"Nnhhh—! Haaa—hahhh—Cruxius—!"
He leaned over her, body heavy across her back, chest pressing to her slick spine. One hand slid up, grabbed her throat gently, possessively, lifting her face just enough that her moans weren't muffled by the sheets anymore.
And then his mouth was on her.
His lips sank into her shoulder blade, biting down hard.
"AHH—hnnnghh!!"
She shook beneath him, jolted by the sting — and by the next thrust that bottomed out again, pushing deeper into her ass, stretching her in ways that left her trembling.
His hips didn't slow.
Even while biting her — kissing up her spine — even as his teeth grazed the back of her neck and sucked a dark hickey into the base of it — he kept thrusting.
Pah! Pah! Pah!