Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

Nat kept her wrist pinned above her head and drove into her again, deeper this time. The stretch was still there—that tight, newly-healed resistance—but her body was already remembering how to open for him. Every thick inch forced a sound out of her throat.

”Nat—”

”Louder,” he growled, rolling his hips in a hard, grinding circle that made her back arch off the mattress. ”I want the Saint to hear exactly how you sound when you’re getting fucked properly.”

He set a relentless rhythm. Not the brutal pace he was truly capable of, but far from gentle. Each thrust bottomed out inside her with a wet, heavy slap of skin, dragging against every sensitive place Xavier had only carefully explored.

The sensation of being stretched open again while still sensitive from the first round made her head spin.

April’s free hand clawed at his shoulder. Her thighs trembled around his waist. The pain had already melted into something hotter, thicker, more overwhelming. Every time he pulled back she felt the drag of him against the rim of her body; every time he sank back in she felt completely filled.

”Nghh—! Nat—”

”That’s it.” His mouth found her ear, voice rough and filthy. ”You’ve been aching for this since the elevator, haven’t you? All that frustration...” He snapped his hips harder, and a sharp cry tore out of her. ”I’m going to fuck it right out of you.”

Xavier’s jaw was locked so tight the muscle jumped. He watched every roll of Nat’s hips, every broken sound April made, his eyes dark and unreadable. Alexander remained leaned back against the headboard, one arm draped over a raised knee, his blue eyes half-lidded and intense as he tracked the way April’s body moved under Nat’s weight. A quiet breath left him again, almost exasperated.

”Still talking,” he muttered.

Nat ignored him completely. He shifted his angle, hooked one of April’s legs higher over his arm, and held her slim waist tight, driving in deeper. The new position made her see stars. A high, involuntary moan ripped free, his name, broken and desperate.

”Nat—! Ahh— This... Nat—”

”Good girl.” His grin was pure sin against her throat. ”Keep saying it. Let them hear who made you come apart.”

He fucked her through the rising heat with steady, powerful strokes, never fully losing control but never giving her a moment to catch her breath either.

The bedframe creaked beneath them. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. April’s moans grew louder, less restrained, tumbling into his name over and over as the tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter.

When she finally broke, it was with a sharp, shaking cry. Her body clamped down around him, thighs quivering, nails digging into his back. Nat groaned low and filthy at the feeling, hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

A few more deep, grinding thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, cumming hard with a rough, guttural sound against her neck.

For several long seconds the only noise in the room was their ragged breathing.

Nat stayed braced over her, still buried deep, forehead pressed to hers. A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled out of him.

”Still think that careful little performance earlier was enough?” he murmured, just loud enough for Xavier to hear.

Xavier didn’t answer. His expression remained controlled, but his eyes were darker than before.

April’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her senses buzzing with the raw, chaotic energy Nat brought with him. Her body felt thoroughly used — stretched, throbbing, claimed in a completely different way than Xavier’s first time. But she understood this method was also quite tasking.

If it wasn’t for her revitalization water, just how could she go on?

She brought out a new vial of revitalization water and drank. The residual ache vanished almost instantly. Strength flooded back into her limbs, leaving only the lingering heat and the memory of Nat’s voice in her ear.

Nat finally pulled out and rolled to the side, one heavy arm still draped possessively across her waist. He watched her with heavy-lidded satisfaction, his thumb idly stroking the damp skin of her hip.

”That felt fucking great,” he mumbled. ”So, did I satisfy your highness?”

April turned her head to look at him.

”I guess all your bragging this whole time definitely wasn’t all that,” she brought her hand to his hair and ruffled it, and he chuckled deeply.

Alexander moved then.

He rose from the headboard with quiet, controlled grace, already shedding the last of his clothing. His blue eyes were dark, focused, and very intent as he approached the bed.

There was none of Nat’s rough hunger or Xavier’s careful reverence in the way he looked at her—only a sharp, restrained intensity, as if he had been holding himself back for a long time and was finally allowed to stop.

He was the youngest there, but he wasn’t any less confident.

Samuel’s gaze tracked him from the doorway. He remained perfectly composed, his hands folded, his glasses reflecting the low light. He had not spoken since telling Nat to continue. He simply watched... and endured. The obsession coiled tight and black in his chest with every second another man touched her, but his face gave nothing away.

Not yet.

Alexander stopped at the edge of the mattress, looking down at April with those sharp blue eyes. His voice, when it came, was quiet and precise.

”My turn.”

April’s breathing was still a little uneven as she looked up at him. The revitalization water left her body feeling new again—no lingering soreness, no exhaustion—only the lingering heat and the strange, surreal knowledge of what had just happened twice.

She weighed the situation calmly in her mind, realizing the bizarre, perfectly balanced pattern they had fallen into. She let out a soft, almost disbelieving breath.

”...I guess it’s fair this way,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. ”If the water keeps repairing it... then it feels like... all of you took my virginity.”

The small words hung in the air for a moment.

Nat’s low chuckle came from beside her. Xavier’s expression flickered. Alexander’s blue eyes darkened just a fraction, but he didn’t smile. He simply reached down, brushed a damp strand of hair away from her face with surprising gentleness, then straightened.

”Then I’ll take it properly this time,” he said quietly.