Chapter 76: *SCAVENGER VILLAGE: ELARA WEST*

My feet slammed against the ground. As I jumped off the trunk.

"Oh My God!" It was the first thing that came out of my mouth in sync with the others as we saw the living conditions of the Scavenger Village.

I came down from the truck, and I helped offload some of the food stuff and valuables in the trunk. Into a store house. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Follow me." Elara said. And walked past me with a hostile annoyed gait.

"I like her style but she’s too temperamental." Morgana murmured against my shoulder.

"No worries, I’ll handle this." I replied.

All eyes and attention was drawn towards us as we went inside the building.

Walking directly behind Elara, I felt the stares piercing into my body. I gave a warm look but hardly met eyes with anyone until we got to her office.

Seven of us and few of her most trusted crew members followed us in.

The blinking light bulb was running on generator power.

"So... explain yourselves especially you." She waited a second, knowing she had heard one of my team member call my name, before she recalled. "Alex! What do you want from me?"

I took a step closer to her. "I’ve said it before, you’re the one I’m after." I said calmly. Then took a step back and trailed around the office like room.

"Why? You don’t know me from adam." She replies.

"If I’m guessing right, it’s you who governs the Scavenger Village! I’m i right about that?"

"Yes I am." She replied.

"How long have you?"

"I’m the one asking the questions here, not you Alex." She agitatedly said.

"Fine, I apologize."

I took a moment to scan her as she raged.

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[New Conquest Target Acquired]

[Dominion System Alert]

[Prime Target Detected: Elara West — Dormant parasite planted]

[Age: 27yo]

[Compatibitily Rating: 93% (Exceptional)]

[Conception Confirmed — Twin Heirs (High Probability)]

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I could already sense Elara having interest in me but didn’t want to be perceived as desperate.

"Let me state my true claims before I proceed any further."

"From just walking through this place, with everything I’ve seen, I’ve been convinced to rebuild a city for you all."

"A place where you will flourish, And I’m here to give you a seed that would rule over this region under my Empire."

"Haha...Hah..Ahaha." Elara began laughing, her subjects followed.

"Is that what you’re here for?" She said, Jesting. "To have sex?!"

"Look around you, there are a lot of horny ladies. Different shapes and sizes, you have enough already you can’t just specifically want me!" She opposes it.

"I’ll be here with you for as long as I have to be. Long enough to breed you and birth my heirs."

She looked around shocked. "I haven’t given approval to that."

"Aubrey! Inform Matilda to send troops of our developers, and machinery to this coordinate location."

"Ok.. sir." Aubrey immediately turned on the radio to deliver the message.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Elara asked.

"I’m taking charge. But just for the meantime. The governing is still left for you to take charge over but you need to accept my offer. I’m not purging the people, I want to liberate them."

"But under my leadership." I whispered.

"Where are we gonna lay down for the night?" Morgana randomly popped the question out since she was already drained.

"Let’s go."

Elara led the way to the a section that was broken and revealed the thunderous sky above.

"Where here."

"Where?" Morgana asked with disappointment in her tone. She sighs and didn’t wait for Elara’s response, then started arranging her sleeping bag and tent.

The others followed her.

"But you!" She turned to her right and gave me a deep stare. "You’re coming with me."

I followed her through the flickering markets and the stink of the ozone and walk ways.

Elara opened a secret door that led to a darkened corridor.

She switched the lights on and her eyes had promised something sharper than survival.

"Elara west" an undercut purple haired bitch, a slender waist and curves. She had the aesthetics of a metal bitch, a scar across her cheekbone like a data glitch, and a body that like it already knew how the night would end.

She didn’t speak much and niether did i since I remained curious to where she was taking me to.

She gripped my hand and pulled me towards the service elevator that smelled of rust and old piss.

"We’re going to my home." She said, voice low and amused. "Don’t expect luxury."

"Ohh for sure I’m not." I smiled.

The doors hissed open on the 12th sub-level.

Her living space was a single converted maintenance unit wedged between two rumbling coolant pipes.

Dim red emergency strips glowed along the walls. One whole side was a salvaged viewport looking out into the Dune Valleys, hips of buildings sank into the dirt.

A narrow bed was bolted to the far wall, covered in thermal blankets and single black sheet.

A small chemical stove, a locker that had an octopus dildo hanging in the corner, a scrap office chair.

Cables snaked across the ceiling like veins. The air hummed with the low throb of the dune.

She locked the hatch behind us with a heavy clunk.

She turned around and her first sentence was menacingly vague.

"Strip," she said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. "No foreplay? I like how unpolished you are."

Elara smiled, slow and dangerous. "This is foreplay." She pulled off her rain-slick jacket, revealing a tight mesh top that clung to her small, firm breast and the hard lines on her upper stomach.

Tattoos of different diagrams and drawings ran down her arms like a sleeve.

She kicked her boots off, then her short skirt, standing in nothing but purple panties and a fishnet stocking with that predatory stare.

I undressed frantically under her gaze. The room felt hotter already, the pipes groaning like they approved.

She crossed the small space in two steps, pushed me back into the bunk and climbed on top of me.

Her mouth found mine hungry, tasting faintly of synthetic strawberries and cigarette smoke.

Her tongue pushed in as her lips rolled once, grinning against my growing cock through the thin fabric between us.

I grabbed her ass, firm and warm, pulling her closer.

She bit my lower lip hard enough to draw a hiss.

"There’s something about you." She murmured against my throat, nipping the skin. " like a magnetic force that draws the wetness out off me, anytime I look at you."

Her hands slid down, wrapping around my shaft, confidently stroking with just the right pressure. I groaned, bucking up into her fist.

"I thought you wanted to talk? And know more about how I somehow knew your name?" I growled, words breaking as she kept jerking my cock off.

She laughed softly, a dark, throaty sound, and leaned lower. "Shut up." She whispered.

Her tongue traced the underside of my cock before she took me into her mouth in one smooth motion, lips tight, throat working.

The wet heat was overwhelming. I combed through her undercut purple hair as she bobbed.

Her dark berry lip gloss smeared around my cock due to the wetness. Sucking hard, eyes locked on me the whole time. One hand pumping my base while the other cupped my balls.

Just when I thought I might lose it, she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock as she stood up.

"Eat that pussy before you can have it." She said, crawling back up.

She straddled over me again, in one fluid move, I moved her panties out the way, resting on her left ass cheek, glistening pussy already swollen with need.

Elara straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth.

My hands went up and cupped her breast as my tongue licked her wet pussy lips eagerly, circling her clit, pushing my tongue inside her.

She rode my face without shame, grinding down, moaning loudly as the pipes outside seemed to match her rhythm.

Her hips twitched hard, she came suddenly, violent — flooding my tongue with her release while she cursed in gutter slangs I barely understood.

She slid down my body, eyes wild.

She positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside her tight, pulsing heat.

"Fuck... yes," she breathed, head falling back.

The red emergency lights painted her small perky breasts and the circuit tattoos along her shoulder like living wire.

She stared slow, rolling her hips in deep circles, grinding her clit against me with every movement.

Her inner walls fluttered and clenched. I reached up, pinching and tugging her nipples until she gasped.

The she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, and fucked me harder — slamming down, ass rippling with every impact.

The bunk creaked precariously. Sweat slicked our skin. The wet slap of her pussy taking every inch mixed with the village’s distinct roar.