Harem Apocalypse: Every Moan Levels Us Up!

"Put the gun down," I said. "You won’t need it."

She stared at me for a long moment, eyes narrowed to slits.

"You think you’re some tough guy?"

"I didn’t say that," I replied evenly. "We just don’t have time to waste on this. Put the gun down so we can get on with it. I need to catch up with my crew."

She held my gaze a second longer, jaw tight, then dropped the gun onto the table with a heavy clack.

She climbed onto the bed and sat there, clearly rethinking the whole thing. I followed, sitting across from her.

"Okay... fine," she muttered, shoving her jeans down her legs in one rough motion. Her blood-stained top stayed on. "Hurry the fuck up," Mary said, shifting on the bed. "We don’t have much time."

She was right. The dark red stain on her shirt had spread noticeably while we talked.

I should have wanted this. She was beautiful in a hard, beaten-down way—sharp jawline, messy black hair, the kind of face that had seen plenty of trouble and dished it back twice as hard. But the blood. The gun. The fact that she’d kept a nineteen-year-old girl cornered in this room for days. All of it sat heavy in my chest like a stone.

You gave her your word, I reminded myself. And the mission needs her gone.

I climbed onto the bed. Her legs were already half-open.

"Open wider," I said. "We don’t have time for modesty."

She hesitated, then slowly spread her thighs. "Just do your thing. Don’t fucking stare."

I looked anyway. She had a detailed skeleton head tattoo right above her cunt, the bony jaw framing her clit like it was biting down on it. The ink was crisp and professional. Someone had taken real time on that. Her outer lips were full, a darker brown than the rest of her skin, already slightly parted and glistening.

"Nice ink," I said, kneeling between her thighs. "Brave as hell, letting someone ink your pussy like that."

"Make one more comment and you’ll be dead," she growled.

[Charging opportunity: Mary Stam, Shadow walking Level 6.]

I reached down and stroked myself. Nothing happened. I gripped harder, focusing on the curve of her hips, the way her slick, tattooed pussy looked waiting for me. Still nothing. My cock just lay there, soft and uninterested.

Mary’s eyes dropped to my lap. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Processing," I said dryly.

I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started pumping. The friction was there, but the heat wasn’t. My brain was still stuck on the gun, the hostage, and the blood soaking through her shirt.

She watched for a second, then reached down and put her rough, calloused hand over mine.

"Move your fingers," she said.

I did. She pressed her palm over the head, then slid her grip down alongside mine. Her skin was rough, her thumb brushing firmly over the sensitive ridge on every upstroke.

"Keep going," she muttered, more to herself than to me.

After a few seconds my cock finally started to thicken and swell in our joined hands. Blood rushed in where it was supposed to. I let go and took over, stroking myself fully hard while she lay back, watching me with half-lidded eyes.

She stayed on her back. I knelt between her spread legs, cock now rock-hard and throbbing.

"One thing," I said. "What’s your name?"

She lifted her head, surprised. The gun was on the table. She was half-naked, wounded, and no longer had a hostage. The power had clearly shifted.

"Don’t fuck with me right now..." she started.

Before she could finish the threat, I brought my hand down in a sharp, wet slap directly on her exposed pussy. The sound cracked through the room.

Her eyes flew wide open. She clearly wasn’t used to being handled like that.

Now you know who’s really in control.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing, kid?" she snapped, voice cracking with shock. "You trying to act hard?"

"I’m not acting tough," I said calmly. "I just don’t charge people whose names I don’t know."

She stared at me for a beat, then let out a bitter huff. "Mary Stam."

"Thank you." I lined myself up, the thick head of my cock pressing against her slick, puffy entrance. "Now we can start."

I pushed in slowly. She wasn’t especially tight, but the wet heat was intense—hot, silky walls gripping and pulsing around me. The sudden stretch made her clench her teeth, a sharp hiss escaping through them.

"Fuck... you’re big," she admitted through gritted teeth.

[Charging]

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started fucking her immediately—deep, brutal strokes, gripping her bruised wrists hard enough that she could feel the fresh pain from whatever had put that bullet in her side. Every hard thrust made her body jolt and her tits bounce under the blood-stained shirt.

Her head pressed back into the pillow, mouth open in a silent grimace at first. Then low, angry moans started slipping out against her will.

"Kid... slow the fuck down—" she gasped.

I didn’t. I fucked her harder, hips snapping forward brutally, using her pinned arms for leverage to drive even deeper.

"You threatened to kill me," I growled between heavy thrusts. "You don’t get slow and gentle. You get what you earned."

She started breathing harder, the sound breaking into reluctant, throaty moans every time I bottomed out and ground against her cervix.

I pulled out for a second, released one wrist just long enough to slap her pussy again—harder this time. The wet smack echoed. She cried out sharply, her hips jerking violently.

"We’re close," I said, slamming back inside her soaked cunt in one rough thrust.

Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock. Shadows flickered across the walls—her ability reacting, dark tendrils curling and dissolving as the charge built.

I kept pounding into her relentlessly, watching her face twist between pain, anger, and unwilling pleasure.

Mary Stam was learning exactly what a prime charger could do when he wasn’t in the mood to be merciful.

[Progress: 50% → 55% → 60%]

She came first—sudden and violent. Her cunt clamped down like a vice, spasming and squeezing around my cock as her whole body shook. A raw, throaty cry tore out of her.

[Subject charged to level 7]

[Warning: External Threat Approaching]

I heard footsteps outside. Faint at first, then getting closer.

Mary heard it too. Her eyes snapped toward the door. I pulled out of her still-pulsing pussy with a wet sound.

[Intimacy cycle incomplete]

"You hear that?" I asked.

I jumped off the bed. I hadn’t reached a full charge yet, but that would have to wait.

"I think they’ve found me," she said, pushing herself up, wincing as the wound pulled at her side.

The footsteps stopped. Right outside the door.

[LEWD LEVELING SYSTEM]

[Three ability users detected. Levels: 8, 6, 5.]

[Shadow walking level 7 may escape. Host may not.]

Well, that’s specific, I thought.

Mary’s eyes went wide. Her shadows coiled around her arms, darker now, thicker.

"Can you fight?" I asked, pulling on my pants.

She looked at the door, then at me. "I can run. You?"

[Mary Stam has rebelled against the government for years. You’re now considered an ally. Do not get caught.]

The door handle turned. Then the door opened.