Apocalypse Descent: Farming With My Harem Novels & Stories

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

When the telescope inside the apartment opposite mine locked onto me, I was curled up on my bed, trembling all over from the toy. When I realized I was being spied on, the panic was accompanied by overwhelming pleasure and excitement. I reached my climax under that intense gaze, becoming completely disheveled, as if being caressed and toyed with by those eyes. I did the boldest thing I had ever done in my life. I faced the intense gaze from afar and slowly parted my legs, showing him how I swallowed the toy. I had no idea that this gaze would soon lead me to countless dizzying losses of control.

Of all the nights for somebody to be careless. I pushed the door open and slipped inside. The stairwell smelled like cigarettes, dust, and old paint. I climbed. First floor. Second. Third. By the time I reached the top, my heart was beating so hard I had to stop for a second and breathe through my nose. Emeric's apartment was at the end of the hall. Light showed beneath the door. I could hear voices inside. I moved closer. Not too close. Just enough. “...can't keep doing this.”

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

“I need a mortal assistant. The rewards for your service will be great- I can give you anything you desire. Just say the word, Callie. Promise to serve me.” The gravity of the situation hit me full on like an asteroid. I felt the blood drain from my cheeks as I stared out across the thinning countryside, giving way to suburbs. Against my will or not, I'd made a pact with the Devil- “No, I'm not. I'm much worse.”

I was thrown into the center of the main camp, landing on my hands and knees in the dirt. “Fresh meat!” one of the warlords shouted loudly. “The breeder is open for use! Take her! Break her!” Dozens of men immediately surrounded me. The apocalypse orgy began in earnest. The first man grabbed me by the hair and forced me onto the hood of a burned-out car. He slammed his cock into my pussy and started fucking me hard, the metal creaking under us. Another man climbed onto the hood and shoved his cock down my throat. Two more grabbed my hands, making me stroke them while they watched.

laughter. "The Board wanted a reset? Fine. We’re resetting everything back to the beginning. Back to the mud. Enjoy the fall, High Queen." The Apex Garden begins to break away from the Spire, plummeting toward the Antarctic ice below. Zora looks at Dante as they fall. "Hold her!" she screams.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

The yoga room and swimming pool were active again, accompanied by a few erotic noises… Night passed. The apocalypse had entered its fifty-fourth day. Ray gazed out the window. As the sun rose, the thick fog began to dissipate, as if guided by an invisible hand.

POV DARLENE The transition from the Apex-Alpha’s calcified lung was not a step into the light, but a Total Strategic Deceleration. As the primordial teeth and frozen blood of the 123rd layer dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Slaughterhouse" didn't just fade—it Exposed the Altar. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Fourth Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, silent bell. This was the Chamber of the Widow Protocol, the terminal point of the High Council’s emotional audit, where the First Luna sat upon a throne of Solidified Grief and White-Gold Bone—not as a goddess, but as the Architect of the First Mourning.