Apocalypse Descent: Farming With My Harem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

Submit. The Foundry has fallen, but the "Project Chimera" has already succeeded in its primary goal: infecting the next generation. The Harem has the Queen, but the city has a new, shadowed King who can control the infected through a frequency they can't resist. Can the Six-Point Anchor hold against a city of sleeper agents, or will Elara have to make the ultimate Sacrifice to break the frequency?

She sat cross-legged with her eyes tightly closed, a mysterious aura emanating from her. Andrius understood that Halle had once again begun accepting the inheritance. The inheritance process came just in time. Boom! Rumble! Swoosh! As time passed, the Apocalypse Insect grew weaker and weaker, but its struggles became more and more intense. Each time it shook its head, it slammed fiercely onto the ground. Crack... Splash... The corpses, insect bodies, and so on were all turned into powder in an instant. Even the ground was pockmarked with large craters and cracks.

Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. Journalist first. Victim second. Threshold bearer always. Western Gate expansion started with a laundromat, because apparently apocalypse infrastructure cared about rinse cycles. The dryers spun without power, full of paper clothes for the dead. "They need intake." I almost laughed. Aunt Lan pointed her ladle at the altar. "If that thing wants worship, it can help wash bowls." The little god under the stove sneezed ash. Judge Xue murmured, "A surprisingly coherent theological position."

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

Justin asked, his eyes turning hard and dark. "She is outside, " I said simply. My voice was flat empty of any emotion. "I threw her to the horde. There are no ends here. Not anymore." Justin stayed quiet for a moment. He did not look shocked. He did not tell me I was a monster. He just nodded slowly, his grip tightening on my shoulder in a show of support. He understood the rules of the world just as well as I did. In the apocalypse mercy was another way to commit suicide.