All Chapters of The Last Woman After the Apocalypse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lars stormed out with an audacity that should have been illegal, and the door slammed behind him so hard it almost rattled the room. His footsteps faded along the corridor while I stared after him, still trying to understand how a man could chain me naked to a wall, put his mouth on me, tell another woman to prepare me for his bed, then walk away like my opinion had never mattered.I scoffed, and somehow I started laughing.The sound bounced off the stone walls, echoed and much too loud. The more I heard it, the less it sounded like me, but I could not stop. Maybe this was what happened when the world pushed a person too far and still expected her to act sane.More than anything, I needed to wake up, because there was no universe where I was going to have sex with a stranger who treated my body like property. I had refused boys at eighteen when they begged. I was twenty-eight now, and some entitled bastard was not going to tell me when I would sleep with him and expect me to obey.He

I needed a lie that could get me through the door in five minutes.The three women stood in front of me in their white Egyptian-style dresses, ready to start preparing me for the so-called wedding I had not even agreed to. Sickness crossed my mind, then pain, then pretending I needed to speak to someone important, but none of those would get all three of them out of this room.I held my lower stomach, twisting my face as if I was about to collapse. “I need to use the toilet.”Three blank faces stared back at me.Did they not understand the word? How detached were these people from the human world if ‘toilet’ sounded strange to me?I repeated myself more slowly, then swallowed the last piece of dignity I had and used my hands to demonstrate needing to poo.The woman in front finally caught on. She responded with an unfamiliar word that sounded ancient and unnecessarily grand for taking a shit.“You’re confusing me.” I twisted my face even more.She copied my poo gesture as a means of r

“Don’t you dare take another step closer to me!”My shout scraped my throat as I fought the restraints with everything in me. Leather dug into my wrists while metal struck the bed frame, and pulling at the cuffs around my ankles only proved how well this bed had been built to trap someone. Sweat coated my skin, my shoulders already aching from the strain, but Lars continued toward the foot of the bed like my screaming meant nothing to him.His gaze stayed on me as he climbed onto the mattress and knelt between my restrained legs. The position forced my thighs wider. His erection hung heavily between his thighs, the head intense dark red and glistening. Seeing the size of him from this position sent nausea through my stomach.Veins ran along the length. It looked more massive than any cock I had ever seen, and it was already leaking much at the tip.I tried to kick him.My right leg jerked toward his chest, but the chain caught my ankle and dragged it sideways, spreading me open even m

Lord Lars>Different she was, so wholly unlike any female my eyes had beheld through seven hundred years that even upon the high throne of blackened stone and ancient gold, whilst the Elder Wyrms disputed before me, my thoughts dwelt within the chamber wherein I had left her bound.Since the first breath of dragon-kind, Pyraethon had fashioned living flesh according to an order no creature of Aureoraxos questioned. The male beareth manhood alone, whilst the female beareth both manhood and womanhood within the same flesh. So had it been written in our oldest laws, and so had every female I had known been formed.Yet the creature upon my bed bore only womanhood.No manhood lay beside the soft cleft between her legs. Nothing rested there save that strange pink flesh which had confounded me from the first hour I parted her limbs and beheld it.Her scent gave me no greater answer. No dragon blood dwelt within it, nor the mark of any shifting race known among the old territories. My blade h

Calanthe>What the fuck just happened?One minute I was lying there in actual pain from a blade, scorching hands, and a dragon who had started changing into something huge and scaled while trying to force himself inside me. Then I was trying to understand how the red-haired woman could have both a dick and a pussy and behave like there was nothing strange about it. After that, my own body betrayed me again while she forced orgasm after orgasm out of me with her mouth.Nobody had ever gone down on me like that, which only made the whole thing worse. Rafe treated my pussy like it disgusted him unless he wanted to stick his dick in it. He barely used his mouth, and whenever he tried, it was usually so half-hearted that I ended up using my fingers afterward if I wanted an orgasm. The red-haired creature had dragged more than one out of me while I was chained to a bed and wanted absolutely nothing from her.My body was twitching from it, and I hated that almost as much as I hated her. What