Villains In The Apocalypse: My Kids Are The Three Terrors

Kain kicked the door shut behind them. The head of his cock nudged against her clit, and once the door shut, she no longer contained herself. A low continuous moan left her lips.

He didn’t bother with the lights. He made his way directly to the bed.

He dropped her onto the mattress and followed her down. He caught himself on his forearms. Amelia laughed, wild and wanton.

"Don’t wait. I want you," she said. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

She didn’t need to ask him twice.

The first thrust stole the air from his lungs. It wasn’t their first time, but it never ceases to amaze him just how good she feels. She was tight, but so wet. He slipped into her to the hilt.

Her mouth opened, yet no sound came out. He plunged into her againa nd a ragged groan slipped past her lips. Her head tilted back as she called his name.

"Look at me."

Her eyes snapped to him. Wild, misty, there was only him in her eyes.

He pulled out until only the tip remained inside her, then he slammed back in. The sound of skin against skin echoed off the walls.

Amelia’s nails raked down his spine.

"You wanted this." He wasn’t asking.

"I wanted this," she breathed, her voice somewhere between a sob and a moan.

He gave it to her, again and again. He hammered into the spot that made her eyes roll back. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

Her wet, hot heat made him want to continue forever.

The headboard pounded against the wall, loudly, but neither of them could bring themselves to care.

Somewhere in the back of Kain’s mind, a thought told him that the children might wake up, that they were possibly loud enough for the other Awakened to hear, but he didn’t give a damn.

This was the woman who had forsaken her own safety, who fed him with her own body. It was a body he had broken with his own two hands. Now she was here, under him, and she was taking everything he had to give her.

She arched to meet his thrusts with desperate, greedy rolls of her hips.

"More," she gasped. "More, I need..."

He kissed her before she could finish, swallowing every word. He fucked her, deep, relentless, possessive. His frenzied kiss caused their wounds to reopen.

They could taste each other. Amelia moaned, and Kain felt the vibration in his skull.

Harder, he pressed inside her until he felt her tighten around his shaft.

She came with a scream. Fluid gushed around his cock, soaking the sheets under them. Kain felt her spasms, her walls clutching to him and milking him. He kept thrusting through every last aftershock, because he wasn’t done.

"That’s it," he rasped. "Let go. Give it all to me."

Amelia called his name like a prayer. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

The words came out without permission, "I lost you once. I don’t want to let go again."

"I’m here," she whispered, cupping his face. "I’m here."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and fucked her harder, faster. He needed her to anchor him. He inhaled her scent, a mix of jasmine and sex that was particularly heady.

His balls drew tight, pressure built at the base of his spine, threatening to snap.

"Inside," Amelia panted. "Cum inside, I want to feel you."

He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the root. His orgasm tore through him. His hips jerked spurting hot bursts of semen into her waiting heat.

He collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, heart pounding. She wrapped her arms around him.

Their bodies were damp, slick with sweat. His cock pulsed inside her.

Amelia traced circles on his back, "Kain. Don’t move."

He hummed. "Wasn’t planning to."

"Good." Her internal muscles squeezed around him. The tiny ripple made him hiss. "Stay here, just like this. I want to feel you."

His lips found the pulse in her neck. He licked the salt from her skin and kissed it.

"It won’t happen this time," he murmured to himself. "I’ll do everything I can to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

"Don’t say anything else. I don’t need to know." She tilted her hips.

She shifted, moving his cock deeper inside her. A fresh wave of sparks flew up his spine.

"No matter what happened, I’m here now. All you need to do is fuck me."

Kain felt himself hardening inside her. His cock twitched back to life despite the oversensitivity. She was slick with both their releases. She wanted more, and he had no reason to deny her.

His hips rolled forward. She moaned. He was sure it was loud enough to wake the building; he didn’t care.

"My turn," she breathed.

She flipped him over, and he let her. Hearing what she said, a hint of anticipation made Kain’s cock jump.

He held her hips, his hands firmly digging in. She released a moan that caught him off guard before he smiled.

"You liked that?"

"I like everything you do to me." She touched the place where their bodies were joined. A finger touched the root of his cock, and she said, "This is mine."

Lifting her hips, she slammed down, taking him to the hilt. Her cunt gripped him so tight that it fractured his vision. He could feel every ridge, every spasm.

His cock felt very sensitive, but she didn’t give him time to adjust. She began to move.

This wasn’t gentle or playful. This was primal. She rose and then slammed back down with enough force for the sound of it to echo off the walls. Her breasts bounced.

Kain’s fingers dug into her skin, hard enough to leave marks. He let her set the pace while his own body was screaming, faster, more. He restrained himself, gritting his teeth so he wouldn’t flip her and pound into her until neither of them could walk.

"Look at me," she said, echoing his words from earlier.

His hips bucked involuntarily. He cursed as he felt her clamp down around his shaft.

She wasn’t fucking him, she was wringing him out.

Up and down, the wet sound of their bodies coming together was obscene. Kain could feel everything building. He couldn’t stop himself as he pulled her hips forward.

A moan left her lips, the likes of which he had never heard. She threw her head back. Her nails found his chest and raked downward.

"Yes," Kain snarled. "Do that again."

She did it, hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t care. She rolled her hips. Her cunt squeezed him, matching her pounding pace.

Her movement became erratic. She finally broke the rhythm she had been playing with his cock.

He felt her walls flutter, and her moans spiraled out of control. Kain felt his own release, coming too fast, too soon for his liking.

He tried to hold back, tried to power through it, but Amelia leaned down close to his ear, "Cum with me," she begged. "Please, I want to feel...everything."

His control snapped. He thrust upward, his fingers digging into her hips. He fucked her with reckless abandon. Wild strokes that had no rhythm, only instinct as he drove himself deeper and deeper.

Amelia snapped, a scream tore from her throat. She squirted in long, pulsing jets, her body convulsed above him while he kept thrusting. Her cunt was like a vise.

It undulated, milking him for everything he was worth.

A roar ripped out of him as his cock thrust upward, deep inside her. It jerked, pumping rope after rope of semen into her. His hips kept moving, grinding deeper with every convulsion.

Amelia collapses on top of him, breathing heavily. "I can feel you. You’re still hard."

He wasn’t entirely; he was softening, but her cunt refused to let him go. He could feel her fluttering. It was almost painful.

"You won’t stop squeezing," he said through gritted teeth. "You’re still, fuck, you’re still cumming."

Amelia moved, genuinely surprised.

He pulled her back down, "Don’t move. Just let me feel it. Let it play out."

They stayed like this for a while before Amelia said, "I can feel it dripping out." She paused. "I want it back," she whined.

"Insatiable," Kain chuckled before kissing her.