Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

Alexander began a steady, upward-driving rhythm, supporting her weight completely with his powerful frame so she didn’t have to strain. Every time his hips rose to meet hers, he held her close, pressing sweet, lingering kisses along her jawline, her cheeks, and the corner of her lips.

“You’re doing so well, April,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with a mixture of reverence and undeniable passion. “Just stay right here with me.”

April’s hands slipped upward, her fingers tangling into his blonde hair, pulling him closer as she met his rhythm. The combination of his control, the deep, constant friction, and his gentle, worshipful kisses rapidly pushed her back toward the edge she had only just crossed with Xavier.

Across the room, Xavier stood near the foot of the bed, his chest still heaving slightly, his heart aching with a complex mix of envy and profound relief as he watched how carefully Alexander handled her. Beside him, Nat crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes burning like molten iron as he tracked every flex of Alexander’s back muscles, his jaw locked tight in silent, lingering restraint.

Samuel, meanwhile, stood poised near the wall, his notebook tucked under his arm. His dark eyes remained fixed on April’s face through his wire-rimmed glasses, observing the faint, breathless flush taking over her skin and the flutter of her eyelashes.

“His pace is elevating her heart rate rapidly, Master Reed,” Samuel noted in a quiet, low voice meant only for Xavier. She is approaching another climax.

“Alex… ah…” April gasped, her back arching slightly as she felt the familiar, sweet tension coiling tight in her stomach. “I think… I’m going to…”

“Cum for me, April,” Alexander said softly into her ear, his rhythm sharpening into shorter, more urgent upward thrusts that hit her deepest point. “Let me feel it.”

With a breathless, delicate cry, April tightened her arms around his neck as her body clamped down around him in a second, shattering climax.

The tight pulses of her orgasm were too much for Alexander to endure; he let out a low, shuddering groan, burying his face into her neck as he followed her over the edge, his body trembling as he came deep inside her.

For a few long seconds, April rested heavily against Alexander’s chest, her heart hammering wildly against his ribs as her breath came in shallow, exhausted gasps. Alexander held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her waist with a sense of quiet, overwhelming triumph—giddy and thoroughly over the moon from the sheer intimacy of her surrender in his arms.

Before either of them could settle into the quiet lingering warmth, a pair of broad, calloused hands reached over, firmly grasping April’s waist and hauling her straight out of Alexander’s hold.

“Ah!” the wet dragging sensation of being pulled from Alexander’s limp dick produced a sound from her lips she did not plan for.

Nat pulled her flushed, trembling body against his own chest. Having already rolled a fresh condom onto his towering dick while they were finishing, his eyes burned down at her with unfiltered, ravenous hunger.

“The firsts are all done,” Nat rasped, a low, gravelly vibration against her ear, “but I’m nowhere near satisfied, sweetheart. Come have another round with me.”

“What…?” April choked out, her dark eyes wide with breathless shock as she tried to gather her scattered senses.

Seeing her hesitation, Nat softened his expression just a fraction. He fluttered his eyelashes at her, leaning his face close until his warm breath fanned over her lips, while his hands immediately cupped and fondled her sensitive breasts, thumbing her swollen nipples.

“What’s the matter?” he murmured, his voice dropping into a persuasive, low purr. “You don’t want to?”

April pursed her lips, looking into his eager, predatory gaze. She knew there was no stopping the momentum in this room now.

“Well… f-fine,” she muttered, a light flush dusting her cheeks as she glared at him weakly. “But be careful. I don’t want to use another revitalization water.”

If she kept using the miracle water before her body naturally adjusted, it would simply keep restoring her hymen over and over again, putting her through the same initial tear each time.

Samuel stood silently nearby, his unreadable dark eyes tracking her every word. He offered no objection or commentary this time. He simply watched as Nat lifted April up and slowly lowered her onto his hard, condom-clad dick, taking her in one brutal, deep plunge that dragged a loud, helpless cry of pure pleasure from April’s throat.

The sound shattered the last remnants of Samuel’s professional detachment. Knowing that the other two would now crowd around her and turn the night into an unrestrained, intense ordeal, Samuel knew he had reached his limit.

He had no idea how much more of it he could handle watching without finally losing his mind completely.

Silently, Samuel turned on his heel and excused himself from the room, shutting the door behind him.

He stood outside in the dimly lit corridor for three agonizing hours. Through the thick wood, the muffled, relentless sounds of the night bled out into the hallway—intense, breathless moans, deep, guttural groans, and the wet, rhythmic slap of colliding skin.

Samuel stood frozen against the wall, his broad shoulders trembling violently. Beneath his trousers, his lap bulged painfully, and his lower lip was bitten so hard it was raw and nearly bleeding from his silent, desperate restraint.

When he finally turned the handle and stepped back into the bedroom, the chaotic storm had finally passed.

All three men were thoroughly spent from the relentless encounter, lying fast asleep in various states of undress. April was sprawled right in the center between their towering bodies, completely exhausted and unconscious.

Her fair, pale skin was heavily marked, sucked and bitten from every angle—a stark, undeniable visual evidence of how beastly and insatiable those men actually were behind their worshipful facades.

Samuel’s jaw clenched so tight a muscle twitched in his cheek. Moving with ghostly, effortless grace, he leaned over the mattress, sliding his arms under April’s waist and knees. He carefully lifted her limp, delicate body into his arms without waking the men beside her.

Just as Samuel took a step back, preparing to carry her away from the bed, a hand clamped tightly around his forearm.

Samuel froze, his dark eyes snapping down.

Nat’s eyes were half-open, glinting through the dim light. “Where do you think you’re going with her?” Nat grunted, his raspy voice thick and gravelly from sleep.

Samuel looked down at him with an icy, lethal glare, his voice dropping into a flat, sharp whisper. “Aftercare. Something a barbarian like you wouldn’t know how to do.”

Nat stared at him for a quiet second before letting out a deep, amused chuckle. “Yeah… I guess that’s the only thing you’re good for in this situation.”

With a lazy taunt, Nat released Samuel’s arm, his hand dropping as if he were dead, and instantly drifted back to sleep.