Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 190 One Bed, No Boundaries

"Magnus, can you move her to another car? I want to talk to you... alone." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

After a long silence, Ashton slowly sat up from the driver’s seat, adjusted it, and kept her eyes on the window. Her tone was distant, more like talking to herself than to him.

She called him Magnus, not Captain. That simple change made his heart stir - maybe she’d finally let the past go.

Though Cynthia had been through hell, she still caught on. She said nothing this time. If Ashton had chosen to live and move on, she’d support it no matter what.

Magnus thought the same. If anyone pinned the blame of pushing Ashton too far on him, it’d be a stain even a thousand apologies couldn’t clean up.

After sending Cynthia to the sleeper car, Magnus stood outside the SUV, took a few deep breaths of air, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly before getting in. Ashton still sat silently at the wheel, eyes lifeless, staring outside. She didn’t even glance his way. Who knew what she was thinking?

Under the moonlight streaming in through the window, Ashton looked almost unreal - like a classical beauty carved out of cold jade. There was something ethereal in the way her empty gaze caught the silver light, detached from this world.

But Magnus didn’t get lost in the moment. He just looked at her for a few seconds, flicked away his ash, and decided to lay it all out. No frills. No sweet talk.

"Ashton, I won’t lie. You’re beautiful. I... I do like you." His voice was low, steady. "But after what happened today, I’ve realized something. Forced affection never sweetens. If you don’t feel the same, I won’t hold it against you. Let’s end it here. You treat me like a brother, I’ll treat you like a sister. No more foolish hopes, no blurry lines. Is that okay with you?"

As soon as he finished, he waited, smoking in silence. Ashton said nothing. Not until he finished the cigarette.

Then, she broke it.

"No. I don’t want to see you as a little brother," she said flatly, not turning her head. "I already died once. I’ve let go of him. Now all I want is to live my life... and choose who I want to love."

Her voice warmed slightly. She smiled, just a little, then looked at him - steady, direct.

"You just said you like me. Were you serious?"

Her sudden shift threw Magnus off. "Yeah," he replied, voice low. Women were unpredictable - he was starting to accept that fact today.

"And didn’t you also say you wanted to, you know... be with me?" She was still staring at him, not like someone who tried to kill herself a few hours ago - just a very attractive woman asking a very bold question.

That bluntness hit him hard. His heart thumped uncontrollably. It wasn’t his fault. It was Ashton’s fault - for looking like that and talking like this.

Her shirt came off in one smooth motion.

His breath caught.

"Still want me only in your dreams?" she asked, voice low now, sultry, as she unfastened her shorts and let them drop to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thin cotton panties that left little to the imagination.

Magnus stared, frozen, fists clenched at his sides.

"Ashton," he said roughly, "don’t tease if you’re not ready for what comes next."

She stepped even closer, close enough for her body heat to wrap around him, her chest brushing his. Her fingers skimmed the waistband of his pants.

"I’m not teasing," she whispered. "I’m offering."

She kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was hungry, open-mouthed, full of heat and tongue and something dangerous. He responded before his brain could catch up, backing her into the narrow wall of the RV, hands gripping her hips.

Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his waist as he lifted her with ease, pressing her back against the paneling. She gasped into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"You don’t get to pretend you don’t want this," she breathed. "You’ve been looking at me like you wanted to tear my clothes off for days."

"I still might," he growled.

His hand slid between her thighs, rubbing over the damp cotton. She moaned, hips grinding forward.

"Take them off," she said.

He did - ripping the panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor.

In the tight space of the RV, it was messy and fast. Her back thudded softly against the wall, his pants halfway down, his cock hard and heavy against her slick entrance.

"You sure?" he asked, voice raw.

Ashton looked him dead in the eye.

"Shut up and fuck me, Officer."

He pushed inside in one deep, claiming thrust.

Ashton gasped, her head snapping back against the wall, mouth falling open. He was thick - so thick - and she was already soaked, her pussy sucking him in like it had been waiting for this exact moment.

"Fuck - " she breathed, clutching at his shoulders. "You feel even bigger than I imagined."

"Yeah?" Magnus growled, grinding his hips forward, bottoming out inside her. "Then imagine what it’s gonna feel like when I don’t hold back."

He didn’t.

He started to move - slow at first, letting her feel every inch of his cock dragging along her walls, then faster, harder, until the whole RV creaked with the rhythm. Her legs tightened around him, locking him in.

Each thrust slammed her against the wall, her tits bouncing with every impact, nipples hard and flushed. His mouth found one, sucking it in, biting down just enough to make her cry out.

"God - yes, yes! Magnus! Harder!"

Her clit throbbed, begging for attention. One of his hands slid down between them, two fingers finding her swollen bud and rubbing fast, tight circles. She almost screamed.

"Right there, fuck, right there - "

Her pussy clenched around him, slicking his cock even more. He groaned, the sound low and animalistic.

"You’re so tight," he snarled. "So fucking wet. You wanted this. You’ve been dripping for me all fucking day."

"Yes," she moaned. "I wanted your cock - wanted you to fill me up, ruin me."

Magnus buried his face in her neck, panting, biting down as he fucked her harder, faster. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the RV, along with her breathless cries and his ragged groans.

She was close - he could feel it. Her body shook, legs trembling, nails raking down his back.

"Come for me," he ordered. "Now."

She shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her, pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, her scream muffled by his shoulder as her entire body convulsed.

And he didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, until her name tore from his lips and he came - hard - deep inside her, pulsing thick and hot as he spilled everything into her.

They stayed like that for a long moment. Bodies locked. Breathing rough. Sweat and cum and heat between them.

Finally, Ashton let out a shaky laugh against his ear.

"Okay," she whispered. "That was not a dream."

Magnus pulled back just enough to look her in the eye.

"No. But you’re not done dreaming, sweetheart."

He was already getting hard again.

The next few hours felt like a blur to Magnus - half a dream, half real. In the end, there was only one thing for sure: a deep sense of satisfaction. He’d taken back the initiative. By the time dawn broke, Ashton was curled up in his arms, fast asleep.

*****

The Ice Regiment’s convoy didn’t show up in the dead of night like Magnus expected. It wasn’t until around 9 a.m. that he stepped out of the vehicle and stood at the edge of Willowglen Village, hesitating whether to go back when, through the scope, he suddenly spotted a large convoy heading their way.

It was indeed the Ice Regiment - heavily modified trucks. A rugged off-roader rolled up first, then Lucy and two female teammates jumped out, sharp and neat with every step. They jogged to Magnus.

"Magnus, we’ve brought all the trucks - 30 empty ones in total. Big Sis Liana also told me to bring along 200 more people," Lucy said quickly.

Thirty large box trucks, plus the dozen or so from their side - it should be enough for the fifteen thousand crates of canned goods.

Magnus gave the order to move. Everyone got to work fast. Loading the trucks took less than three hours. By 6 p.m., they were already pulling into the underground grain depot.

On the way, Ashton’s whole demeanor had changed from the day before - laughing, teasing, even a bit sweet. She’d finally let go of her past and made up her mind to live for herself, to enjoy life, and to be with the one she wanted.

Nearly fifteen thousand crates. Twenty-four cans per crate. The count had already been double-checked. Liana saved herself the trouble and hopped in the sleeper truck with Charlotte, tailing Magnus.

Ashton was right behind Magnus the entire time, barely an inch apart. The two women noticed it right away - so they were going public now?

Sure enough, not long after boarding, Ashton pulled Sarah into the private backroom of the RV. The look they gave each other said everything - they were gossiping.

Magnus turned to Charlotte and asked about Sophia and Emily’s expedition to Hanford City.

"They’re still missing. My guess is something held them up along the way," Charlotte replied, brows furrowed. Clearly worried.

Magnus’s chest tightened - two days had passed already. They were only going to Hanford City. Even with a smaller team, this was taking too long.

By all logic, it made no sense. Their gear was top-notch, not to mention they had Crystals. Even if Hanford still had surviving groups holed up, Sophia and Emily were strong enough to handle them.

"No message from them at all?" Magnus’s frown deepened.

"Nothing. When they didn’t return last night, I had Luxe take fifty people to check on them. But we haven’t heard from Luxe’s side either," Liana answered.

Magnus stood up, grabbed a map, and laid it out on the table. His eyes locked onto the routes.

Ashbrook Town sat just 40 kilometers from Hanford City. Back in the day, a round trip would’ve taken an hour, tops. Even now, there was no reason they’d go dark for two whole days.

And Luxe’s team, their only goal was to find Sophia and Emily. The plan was to report back immediately if they made contact. But it’s been almost 24 hours for them, and still - nothing.

"Charlotte and I were thinking... maybe we should send more people tonight," Liana said, her voice tense.

Magnus laid down the map, gave a slight nod. "I’ll go myself. One man. I’ll do what I can to get a message back to you within 24 hours. If you don’t hear from me by then, it means we ran into something bad in Hanford. Don’t send more people. Just stay put in the grain depot and prepare for a fight. As long as we’re alive, they’ll try to use us for leverage. When that time comes... we’ll deal with it."

"You’re going alone?" Liana stared at him, shocked.

"Yeah. One man’s enough."