NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 165: Sex Dungeon *R18

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

John was slouched on his chair as he waited for Lydia to speak, her piercing blue eyes fixed on him.

"I heard you found clues to finding Julia and Stephanie. Did you follow up on it?" She asked, leaning forward, her expression grave and intense.

"I was going to, but..." John glanced at Zara, who was sitting beside him, her arms crossed over her chest and her gaze fixed on him.

"Someone wanted me to come here," John glared at Zara and she simply scoffed and ignored him.

"Anyway, is that all?" John stood up and Lydia sighed.

"No, John. There’s something more urgent."

John turned around, eyebrows raised, "what is it?"

"There is a group of survivors in the base. They want you to step down as the leader, John."

John snorted, his eyebrows arched with disbelief, "so, that’s what they’re saying?"

Zara’s eyes widened as she glanced at John, surprised that he seemed so casual about the threat.

"What are you going to do about it?" Lydia asked, her tone serious.

"Nothing."

"What!?"

Zara and Lydia exclaimed simultaneously, why was John so casual about this? They wondered.

"John, this is serious!" Lydia slammed her hands on the desk and leaned down, her forehead almost touching John’s.

"Do you not care about losing this place? Zara asked. She had managed to calm down and realised she didn’t care if John wasn’t the leader anymore, but she wanted to sate her curiosity.

"You really think someone can take this place from me?"

John said and stretched his arms wide open. As he did, the walls began to shift, and the room they were in turned into a fortress. Rows, upon rows, of spikes covered the windows and doors, and a gigantic spiked gate lowered from the ceiling.

John was amazed by his new base and couldn’t believe all the things it was capable of, now. It seemed as though the base had its own consciousness and its own desires, a consciousness that separated it from Echo.

The base had even begun to show a personality, and it had a mischievous and playful nature that John couldn’t understand. He had noticed his things had started disappearing, only to reappear later, or his furniture had been shifted slightly to the left.

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"Do you see, now? As long as we’re here, no one can lay a finger on me."

"That’s not true," Lydia interrupted, her tone sharp.

"I know you’re strong, but I doubt you’re strong enough to take on a group of survivors, and they seem to have a lot of resources," she continued, her eyes fixed on John.

"Regardless of my strength and their strengths combined, I control the base and I can kill anyone with the snap of my fingers," his words were followed by a thunderous snap, which made everyone’s hair stand on end and their ears ring.

The walls began to shift and mould into spikes, turrets, swords and spears. The weapons lined up behind and next to John in an unparalleled display of strength.

Lydia and Zara gulped unconsciously. They had seen John command the base before, but never to this extent. A sigh escapes their lips when John snapped his fingers once again and the room returned to normal.

"As you can see, you have nothing to worry about. If that’s all, I will take my leave."

John left the room, leaving Zara and Lydia shocked and in disbelief. How had John become so powerful?

"He’s gotten stronger," Lydia said, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Something must have happened, he wasn’t this powerful last time."

"Whatever. He can’t be trusted, Lydia. The moment he lost his powers, he would ditch us without a second thought."

The both of them sat in silence and contemplated their future and what John’s hold on the base meant.

Meanwhile, John opened the door to his room. The sight of a naked tanned beauty greeted him. Her arms were coiled around the pillow, pressing tightly against her toned body, and her face was buried in the soft, white fabric.

As he closed the door behind him, he felt his heart leap and a heat rose in his stomach.

John’s gaze darted towards the bed. The sheets were stained and crumpled lacy underwear lay on the floor beside it, he could see Jolene’s fresh juices still dripping out of her.

He simply chuckled and Jolene began to stir. She turned over to face him, her eyes still half closed and her voice barely a whisper.

"John..."

"Hey, babe."

Her eyes grew wide as she heard his voice and she jumped up to embrace him, her naked breasts pushing against his chest and her smooth legs wrapping around his waist.

"I was beginning to think you’d never come back."

"Sorry, had some errands to run," he replied, his eyes fixed on her naked body.

"I missed you."

John glanced towards the stained bed and chuckled, "yeah, I can see that."

Jolene giggled and pulled him close, her eyes fixed on his.

"Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?"

Her lips parted, her tongue peeked out, and a single drop of saliva glistened on the tip.

John couldn’t resist anymore. He crashed his lips onto hers and they tumbled onto the bed, their tongues intertwined and their lips pressed together.

"That’s a good girl," John groaned as he pulled away and ripped off his shirt. His bare chest glistened in the soft light and Jolene’s eyes grew wide with desire.

She sat up, her gaze fixed on his hardened cock.

"I want that in my mouth."

John smirked and sat down, his throbbing cock pointing at Jolene’s face.

"You will have it, but..." John stood up and snapped his fingers. As he did, the room’s floor opened, revealing a staircase leading down.

"Follow me."

Jolene followed with apprehension and excitement until they arrived at a dimly lit room.

The room had a wall full of sex toys and another wall with whips and chains hanging from hooks. There were ropes and chains dangling from the ceiling, and a round bed in the centre, covered with a silky, red fabric.

"What is this place, John?" Jolene asked, her tone was soft and curious, her eyes scanning the room, looking for clues.

"This is our little playroom, Jolene. We’ll have lots of fun here, but there’s a very common name for this type of room."

"What’s that?"

"A sex dungeon."