Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband
Chapter 100: A Long Night [M]

Chapter 100: A Long Night [M]

WARNING!!

This Chapter contains an explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion.

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Medeia held her breath for a second and gripped the sheet when Lucian kept rubbing his fingers against her wet core.

This man ... how could she think that he was innocent and pure all this time?

He even played her body like it was a fucking instrument!

Her whole body trembled and her mouth started to let out moan after moan. He rubbed her clitoris faster, sucking her nipple so that it became more sensitive than ever.

Maybe she felt that way because she possessed a virgin body.

The real ’Medeia’ had never been touched by a man in her whole life. Therefore, Lucian’s touches felt like a fire that burned her entire body.

"Lucian!" Medeia arched her back when she reached her first orgasm. She held onto his arms and bit her lips.

After not touching herself since she came into this world, she was finally able to release the dopamine hormone in her body.

It was like her senses had been heightened, every touch and caress sending ripples of warmth through her.

Medeia’s breath was ragged as the sensation started to dissipate. She reached for him, her fingers threading through his golden hair. "Lucian ... I’m ready."

"Are you sure?" he asked softly.

Medeia nodded. "More than sure."

Having sex was not a new thing for her, but it was the first time she wanted to connect that badly with a man.

She wanted to feel him, more than just his fingers, more than just his touch.

She wanted more.

Lucian took off his shirt and pants, revealing his already stiff and erect manhood. Based on his height, Medeia had imagined him having a big boner and she guessed it right.

But that was not the only thing that caught Medeia’s attention. "You have a tattoo."

Lucian glanced down at his chest and back at Medeia with a small, almost shy smile. "Yeah, I do."

The tattoo was a beautiful phoenix, its head resting on his chest. The intricate lines of its fiery feathers stretched over his shoulders and cascaded down his back, forming the body and outstretched wings.

The artistry was stunning, every detail giving the illusion that the bird might take flight at any moment.

"Why a phoenix?" asked Medeia curiously.

"The phoenix represents rebirth," he explained. "Rising from the ashes, starting anew. I made it before the doctor diagnosed me with cancer. I thought it looked cool, but ... who knows it would become my life."

The doctor said he wouldn’t make it for more than two years. But then, after the apocalypse happened, he got the ability that allowed him to stay alive.

It was as if he was reborn, rising from the ashes like the phoenix he had tattooed on his body.

"That’s beautiful," said Medeia softly.

Really. She was fascinated by his tattoo, but now it wasn’t the time to talk about that or about the life-and-death situation.

She moved her eyes downward, looking at his manhood that seemed a bit throbbing.

"Now tell me about this." She reached to it, she reached to it, caressing his manhood in slow motion. She licked her own lips, teasing him, "It looks like you’ve been horny since earlier."

Lucian’s breath sounded heavy as Medeia teased his manhood. "How can I endure it when you’re lying next to me ... half naked?"

No wonder Lucian didn’t want to get close to her ever since he entered her room.

But wasn’t that great?

It meant she could tease him more in the future, making him fall in love deeper with her without even using her seduction skills.

"And I think he deserves to get a prize for enduring such a torment." Medeia rubbed the tip of his manhood with her thumb, sending a shiver down Lucian’s spine.

She then crawled to him, reaching out to trace a finger down his chest. She kissed him on the lips once before whispering in such a seductive tone. "Like I said, you can touch me whatever you like tonight. My body is yours."

Lucian stilled for a moment, her words clearly making him break the last remnant of his hesitation. Lucian pulled her into a kiss that was raw and more passionate than before, then pushed her to the bed.

"Oh ... how tough." Medeia gave him a smirk as they released their kiss. Her fingers brushed against her lips. "I wonder how—"

"Medeia," Lucian cut her off before she could finish her words. He was smiling at her, the kind of smile that made him look so dangerous and hot. "Don’t test me further, sweetheart."

Medeia swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she caught the hint of mischief in his emerald eyes.

That smile, paired with the way his voice shifted into a husky tone, sent shivers down her spine and made her even more wet down there.

She unconsciously opened her legs, letting Lucian’s manhood touch her wet honeypot. "Or what?"

Lucian suddenly held her legs, then pulled her so that their bodies were closer. "Well, let’s see what will happen."

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Medeia placed her palm on his chest as his manhood slipped into her hole. "Be gentle. It ... It’s a bit hurt."

Oh, how could Medeia know the penetration would be hurt?

She hadn’t been a virgin in centuries!

Lucian was dumbfounded for a second. "I thought ... you’re not a virgin."

"Excuse me?" Medeia seemed offended when Lucian questioned her body virginity, even though it wasn’t hers. "Do I look like I’m not a virgin?"

Lucian didn’t answer her for a while. He indeed thought she was a virgin, but after Medeia kept seducing him, he started to think she was an expert.

Lucian cleared his throat and changed the topic. "That’s why I said I didn’t want to rush it." He lowered his back, then kissed her cheeks. "It’s okay ... I’ll help you relax."

Lucian licked on her neck, while his hands were touching all of her sensitive spots.

He rubbed her clitoris and fondled her breast continuously, making her hole become more wet and easy for Lucian to insert his manhood deeper.

"Does it still hurt?" whispered Lucian as he bit her ear. "I’ve already inserted it all."

No wonder her hole felt so full.

Medeia hugged him, circling her arms on his back. "N-no ... but, don’t move it yet."

"Whenever you’re ready, my love." Lucian kissed her lips more than once, making Medeia feel so loved and appreciated.

Medeia had always seen sex as the symbol of lust and pleasure, no more than that.

However, it never crossed in her mind that having sex with Lucian would give her comfort and a sense of security.

The way he showered her with countless kisses, constantly calling her "sweetheart" and "my love," made her stomach flutter with butterflies.

Each word and touch from him felt like a soft caress to her heart, filling her with warmth and affection.

It was as if everything she had been searching for in love was being rightfully given to her at that moment.

"I think it’s okay for you to move," said Medeia.

Lucian stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead. "Okay. Tell me if I hurt you."

Medeia nodded, her eyes closing as she relaxed in his embrace. She could feel the warmth of his touch and his movement inside of her.

He moved slowly, making sure she was comfortable, but it was enough to make Medeia moan. She used to think that rough sex was the best, but it turned out that gentle and considerate sex was even better.

As he held her close, she felt a sense of pleasure and comfort that she hadn’t experienced before. Her body was trembling under him. "Lucian ... you can .. you can move faster."

She held onto his back, her nails unconsciously grazing his skin, but Lucian didn’t flinch. Instead, he gently placed his hand over hers, offering her a reassuring smile.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Medeia answered him with a loud moan, making Lucian know that she felt good instead of getting hurt.

"Medeia," Lucian whispered softly, his voice full of tenderness. "I love you."

"I love you more than you can imagine." He thrusted his manhood faster and deeper, making Medeia reach constant orgasm. "I love you ...."

She felt her heart flutter as he spoke, the sincerity in his words making her feel cherished. She hugged him tightly when Lucian almost reached his orgasm. "I love you too."

The night seemed longer than usual when they kept going more than once. The room was a mess, their bodies covered in sweat and bodily fluid, but they didn’t want to stop until Medeia wasn’t able to move.

It was worth it though.

"I love you," Lucian murmured, gently caressing her hair as she lay on top of him, half awake and half asleep.

Medeia mumbled softly, her eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his gaze. "I love you too, Lucian," she whispered.

He kissed the top of her head. "Sleep well, my love."

Medeia didn’t answer him anymore because she was already drowning in deep slumber.

The night passed in peaceful silence, with only the quiet sounds of their breathing filling the room. Lucian stayed awake for a while, watching over her, feeling grateful that he could hold the woman he cherished.

As he finally drifted into sleep, he whispered once more, "I love you, Medeia."