Lewd Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I was so lewd I barely recognized myself for thinking like this. “Damn. The sight of you fucking yourself is making me lose my mind,” Apollo growled, his voice rough and low. His eyes had gone darker, burning into mine as his hand worked his cock, trembling slightly with each stroke. The veins along his length stood out, thick and pulsing. He looked unreal, too beautiful, and sinful. I'd never seen a man look that hot while touching himself, every move making me ache to feel him instead.

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

Silas reached over, his fingers joining Wren’s on my clit while he continued fucking Vespera with merciless intensity. The Apex Chamber opened to the cosmos itself. The walls became transparent veils, revealing countless realms watching and joining in spirit. Hundreds poured through, adding their bodies to the blaze. The orgy became cataclysmic. Vespera was the radiant center double-stuffed by Silas and Draven, throat full, face smothered in Sable’s pussy. Her body convulsed in continuous orgasm, emerald light exploding from her skin with every peak. Draven and Silas roared as they filled her simultaneously, seed spilling down her thighs only for Lorien and Wren to take their places, fucking

Right now, those three greedy fools were sitting in an empty house, stewing in the humiliation of being outplayed by the woman they had written off completely. Five hundred thousand dollars, gone. Four bare walls, and nothing but regret to keep them company. But this was only the BEGINNING. When the apocalypse came and it was coming ...they would finally learn what REAL despair felt like. And she would be watching. Safe behind walls they would never find, her daughters at her side, as every single monster who had ever hurt them was swallowed, one by one, by the world they had never seen coming. The real revenge had only just begun.

"We survived day two. Five more days to go before we can open our gates and after that… the apocalypse stretches forever." "Then we make sure forever belongs to us," Lucien growled softly against my temple, his grip on my waist tightening. "Damn straight," Daniel added, his thumb tracing a slow, distracting circle over the bone of my hip. "Besides, with you calling the shots, Feisty, the end of the world is starting to look like a hell of a ride." I let out a breathless chuckle, the sharp tension in my chest finally unraveling as the reality of our victory settled in.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

Kim was lying on top of April, sucking on her daughter’s tongue, and I was standing by the bed, trying to gather up what little strength I had. “Come on, Leo, put it between us!” April said. Wanting nothing more than to go home and pass out with an ice pack on my crotch, I shakily nodded and walked over to the bed. Kim and April spread their legs, allowing me to slide my chaffing cock between their slippery pussies. I began thrusting, sliding it against the two pairs of lips. “Faster!” both women screamed, their nipples kissing. I barely even felt my final orgasm, spraying every last sperm across Kim and April’s chests. The two women separated from me and licked the cum off each other’s tits

They were staring, giggling behind their hands. Stupid bitches. I turned to Marley, whose silence was almost worse than Lexis’s drunken aggression. He just sat there, puffing his cigar, his eyes unreadable. Lexis leaned in close, his face so near I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. “Wouldn’t you like it,” he whispered, his voice sickening, “if I had a taste of that sweet pussy of yours?” That was it. My fear cracked wide open, replaced by pure rage. I shoved him with all my strength, scrambling to my feet.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

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."