Apocalypse: Building And Hoarding My Way Through.
Chapter 161: Oh Fuck Yes! (18+)

Chapter 161: Oh Fuck Yes! (18+)

Garvin stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. He stared at Scarlett, utterly caught off guard, his mind reeling from her words. He struggled to grasp what she truly meant, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"What are you talking about?" Garvin asked, his voice laced with confusion. He needed her to clarify, to explain exactly what she meant by the word sleep.

Scarlett met his gaze unwaveringly. "I want you to sleep with me," she said, her voice steady and firm. "That’s the only way to escape Kato’s organization alive, to save the other trapped humans, and to kill every organization leader attending the wedding tonight."

As she spoke, she placed her hands on his wounds, channeling her elemental abilities. A soft blue glow intertwined with flickers of orange as her water and fire elements merged in perfect harmony, healing Garvin’s battered body.

Garvin’s breath hitched. His heart pounded against his ribs as her words sank in. He swallowed hard before hesitantly asking, "I don’t understand... When you say sleep, do you mean, are you talking about actually sleeping? Like lying down on the same bed together?" His face flushed with heat as he lifted an eyebrow.

Scarlett exhaled sharply, her patience thin. "I mean sex, Garvin. Making love."

Garvin choked on his own spit. He coughed violently, his eyes widening in disbelief. "W-What?"

Scarlett didn’t waver. "By sleeping together, we open the doors to unimaginable rewards. Who knows? The safe haven we’ve been searching for all this time might finally reveal itself."

She took a step closer, her expression intense, her voice edged with certainty. "The sudden power transfer between Chosen members and Non-Chosen members who become Chosen through sex, it’s not a coincidence. It has existed all along, but no one ever realized it. I believe every Chosen member has a specific Non-Chosen counterpart they’re meant to be with, a destined partner to pass their powers onto."

Her fingers trailed lightly over Garvin’s arm as she added, "What if the entire apocalypse could have ended long ago, if only we had known this sooner?"

Garvin’s mouth felt dry. "You’re serious about this?"

"Completely," Scarlett affirmed. "Not many know about this yet, but few. And I believe you and I are meant to be together."

She paused, her gaze piercing through him. "Our lives are bound together, through life and death. It’s not by chance, Garvin. It’s fate. You’re my mate."

Garvin could only stare at her, utterly dumbfounded.

Scarlett took another step closer, her voice lowering as she whispered, "I’m the Queen of Monsters, Garvin. And you... you’re meant to be the King."

Garvin felt a shiver run down his spine. His mind screamed at him to say something, to respond, but before he could find the words, Scarlett crushed her lips against his.

The taste of blood lingered between them, but neither cared. Her lips were warm, insistent, and he found himself kissing her back with a hunger that startled even him. He didn’t know whether it was the intensity of the moment or something more, but he kissed her as if his very survival depended on it.

Scarlett pulled away slightly, her breath fanning over his lips. "Make love to me, Garvin," she murmured. "I’ll share my powers with you. Let’s unlock the rewards we need to break out of here."

Then, without hesitation, she rose to her feet.

Garvin swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears as Scarlett reached for the fabric clinging to her body. One by one, she pulled them away, letting them drop to the ground.

He sat frozen, watching as the last piece of clothing slipped from her skin, leaving her standing before him in all her bare glory.

Her breasts were full, her nipples hard, pointed like ripe strawberries at him. His eyes drifted downward, catching sight of her neatly shaved mound, and his throat tightened.

Even in the midst of an apocalypse, she had found the time to shave.

He swallowed again, hard.

Scarlett stood there, completely unashamed, her gaze locked onto him.

"Are you really sure about this?" Garvin finally managed to ask, his voice rough with uncertainty.

Scarlett didn’t hesitate. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life."

Without wasting a moment, Scarlett knelt before Garvin, her eyes locking onto his as she slowly reached for his hand. With deliberate intent, she guided his trembling fingers to her right breast, pressing his palm firmly against the soft, supple flesh. A shiver ran down Garvin’s spine at the sudden contact, his breath hitching.

No matter how hard he tried to resist the temptation of Scarlett’s seductive body, his own betrayed him. The heat of her touch, the way her curves molded against his hand, it was overwhelming. His arousal was undeniable, his length straining against the confines of his shorts, growing harder by the second.

Instinctively, Garvin’s other hand darted down to cover himself, desperate to conceal the evidence of his desire. But Scarlett had already noticed. A slow, knowing smirk played at the corners of her lips. Before he could react, before he could even think, her delicate fingers wrapped around his throbbing length through the fabric of his shorts, sending a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core.

His body tensed. "S-Scarlett...."

"Shh..." she hushed him, her voice sultry, dripping with mischief.

For a young man who had spent what felt like an eternity in the unforgiving wasteland of the apocalypse, deprived of even the simplest comforts, the sensation of a woman’s touch was intoxicating. And this wasn’t just any woman. It was Scarlett.

A surge of heat coursed through him as she deftly unfastened his shorts, her fingers working with practiced ease. The moment his rigid length sprang free, Scarlett’s eyes darkened with hunger. Garvin’s dragon was unlike her ex husband whose dick was just slightly bigger and longer than the size of her finger.

She had managed the fool and didn’t bother about his small dick all because she’s always working and always get home tired hence she wasn’t even interested in dick not until she saw Garvin’s own. His was the real definition of perfect dick.

Garvin swallowed hard, torn between the warring emotions of embarrassment and arousal. He tried to push her away, but his body had other plans, betraying him yet again.

Scarlett’s fingers wrapped around his length, her grip firm yet teasing as she began to stroke him, slow and deliberate. A strangled moan escaped Garvin’s lips, his body surrendering to her touch.

"Damn it..." he breathed, his resolve crumbling.

A wicked glint sparkled in Scarlett’s eyes as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You like that, don’t you?"

Garvin couldn’t respond, not with words, at least. His hips jerked instinctively toward her touch, seeking more of the pleasure she was so expertly giving him.

And then, as if fueled by the same burning need, he surged forward, crashing his lips against hers. The kiss was desperate, primal, filled with the hunger of two people who had been deprived of intimacy for far too long.

Scarlett moaned into his mouth, her body pressing flush against his. His hands moved on their own, one gripping her waist, the other trailing downward until his fingers found her soaked folds. He groaned at the realization of just how wet she was for him.

His thumb circled her swollen clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. "Garvin..." she moaned, her voice breathy with desire.

Driven by the sound of her pleasure, he slipped a finger inside her, reveling in the way her walls clenched around him.

"Oh, fuck..." Scarlett’s moan turned into a whimper as he added another finger, then a third, stretching her open as he continued to work her with skilled precision. Her body trembled, her hips rolling against his hand, chasing the waves of pleasure he was bringing her.

"You’re so damn wet," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with lust.

Scarlett let out a breathless chuckle. "Just fuck me hard Garvin."

The way she said it, the teasing lilt in her voice sent a fresh surge of desire rushing through him. He withdrew his fingers, earning a soft whimper from her, but before she could protest, he positioned himself between her thighs.

"I’m going to fuck you now," Garvin announced, his voice raw with need.

Scarlett’s gaze locked onto his, her lips curling into a smirk. "Then stop talking and do it."

That was all the invitation he needed.

Garvin gripped his aching length and ran the tip along her entrance, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes. Scarlett squirmed beneath him, her body arching, silently begging for more.

"Garvin..." she whined, her voice dripping with impatience.

He smirked, savoring the way she melted under him. Then, in one swift motion, he pushed inside, her tight heat engulfing him inch by inch. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation.

Scarlett gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Oh, fuck...yes!"

Garvin groaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush against hers. He remained still for a moment, savoring the way her walls gripped him like a vice. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he began to move.

The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, the breathless moans.

Scarlett met his thrusts eagerly, her hips lifting to take him deeper. "Fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice laced with desperation.

Garvin complied, pounding into her with reckless abandon. His grip tightened on her hips, anchoring her beneath him as he drove into her over and over, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge.

"I’m cumming," Scarlett panted, her body trembling.

"Me too," Garvin gritted out, his thrusts growing erratic.

With a final, deep thrust, Scarlett cried out, her entire body tensing as pleasure crashed over her in powerful waves. Garvin followed seconds later, groaning as he pulled out just in time, spilling his release onto the floor.

Considering the fact that it’s been long both of them had sex, cumming on time was expected.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their chests rising and falling in tandem as they lay spent on the cold, tiled floor.

Garvin exhaled a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Are you okay?"

Scarlett turned her head to look at him, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. "Better than okay."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "So... what now?"