Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

Nat pushed open the door to one of the guest suites further down the hall, striding inside and letting the door click securely shut behind them. The room was bathed in the cool, silvery moonlight streaming through the grand floor-to-ceiling windows.

Without a second’s delay, Nat sank down onto the edge of the king-sized bed and brought April down with him, setting her straight onto his lap.

The moment her seat made contact, her eyes widened in shock. The rigid thing pressing against her from beneath was undeniable. She flinched, her hands shooting to his broad shoulders for support as her heart skipped an erratic beat.

”It... it’s there again,” April whispered, her voice laced with a raw, analytical panic as she stared into his dark, burning eyes. She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat. ”Nat... what is it? Show me.”

Nat let out a low, deep rumble of laughter that vibrated straight through his chest and into her core. The sleepy amusement had completely given way to an intense, predatory focus.

”You asked for it, sweetheart,” Nat chuckled rasply, his heavy hands coming down to rest on her hips, anchoring her firmly over his lap as his fingers reached down.

He shifted his hold on her, lifting her by the hips just enough to move her to sit astride his thighs, her knees framing his lap so she wouldn’t be directly in the way of his hands.

With her safely re-positioned over him, his thick fingers made quick work of unbuckling his leather belt with a sharp, heavy click.

April didn’t avert her eyes for a single second. Her intensely curious gaze remained locked onto his movements with clinical precision as he unzipped his trousers and shoved them down just enough to release the sheer, massive heat trapped beneath his dark briefs.

When the rigid penis finally sprung free, thick veins pulsing against smooth, flushed skin, April’s breath caught completely in her throat. Her eyes blew wide, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she stared at the sheer, undeniable reality of the male anatomy unveiled right before her.

”See?” Nat rumbled, his voice dropping into a thick, heavy rasp that practically vibrated against her skin. He reached down, wrapping his broad, calloused fingers around his own burning length, holding it steady right before her eyes. ”Not a gun, sweetheart. And definitely not a wallet.”

April swallowed hard, her chest heaving in shallow, rapid breaths. She leaned in just a fraction of an inch, her mind struggling to reconcile the sheer scale of what she was looking at.

”It’s... huge,” April breathed softly, her voice completely devoid of filter, her hand trembling slightly as she instinctively reached out, her fingertips hovering just a millimeter above the burning head. ”And it’s... throbbing. How does it even become that rigid?”

Nat let out a rough, choked grunt at her utter innocence, his eyes darkening into storm clouds of desire. He grabbed her slender wrist in mid-air, guiding her small, cool palm directly down onto the thick, burning shaft.

”Ah—” Nat growled through clenched teeth, his head snapping back as a sharp shudder tore through his broad shoulders at the touch of her soft hand. He squeezed her hip hard, holding her locked against him. ”Touch it, April... This is what you do to me.”

April’s fingers curled around the hot, pulsing muscle. The sheer heat radiating into her palm was staggering, and as she experimentally flexed her hand around the thick length, Nat’s breath hitched into a harsh, dark groan, his hips bucking up slightly against her grip.

”It really... is a weapon,” April whispered, a sudden, thrilling shiver running down her spine as she met his dark, burning gaze.

”And if not for your period, this weapon would be doing some serious damage inside you, sweetheart,” Nat growled, his voice thick and dark as his eyes locked onto hers. ”Consider yourself lucky. For now.”

April’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson. Her eyes instinctively flicked down toward her lower half, her mind racing as she tried to comprehend the impossibility. This thing... inside me? Is that even physically possible?

A sudden, sharp pang of fear pierced through her pragmatic mind—a raw, instinctual intimidation at the sheer size and intensity of it. But fear wasn’t all that took root. Beneath the apprehension, a subtle, electrifying current of anticipation for the unknown hummed in her veins.

”Are... are the others like this?” April asked, her dark eyes looking back up to meet his flushed, tight face.

”How the hell should I know?” Nat spat out bluntly, letting out a rough, breathy grunt. ”I don’t go around checking out other guys’ dicks.”

April gave a small, solemn nod, accepting the response as a logical boundary. ”Hm...”

She turned her attention back down to the burning length beneath her fingers. Shifting her posture slightly on his lap, she began to experiment, moving her small hand up and down in a hesitant, cautious rhythm.

She could feel the thick, pulsing reaction beneath her palm, but it clearly wasn’t producing the full effect she expected.

”Not like that, sweetheart,” Nat groaned, his hand reaching down to cover hers, his large, calloused fingers wrapping firmly over her small knuckles. ”At this rate, you’re not gonna make me cum.”

”Cum?” April repeated, her voice laced with genuine curiosity.

”The height of ecstasy,” Nat whispered low into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

He tightened his grip over her hand, setting a firm, deliberate pace—guiding her hand to slide down to the very base and stroke back up to the sensitive, throbbing tip with a tight, deliberate pressure.

”Ah—fuck,” Nat hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking slightly as the proper rhythm hit him.

A wave of intense, radiating heat seemed to jump straight from his skin into hers. April felt her breath catch, her own body warming as if she were absorbing the overwhelming sensation tearing through him.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, her defenses completely melting away under the sensory overload. Does this reaction mean I’m doing it right?

”Focus, sweetheart...” Nat growled softly against her lips before leaning down to capture her mouth in a slow, deep, devastating kiss.

His lips moved against hers with an intoxicating heat, stealing her breath as his free hand slid up to part the soft cotton fabric around her collarbone.

Pulling her shirt slightly aside, he trailed hot kisses down the arch of her neck, his mouth diving deeper against her sensitive skin while he continued to guide her hand in a steady, relentless stroke.