Myles felt the most intense climax of his life but the night was far from over.
Lilian still smiled seductively and pushed herself up from his chest, and slowly lifted her hips.
His shaft slipped out of her and a thick hot stream of white liquid spilled from between the folds of her pussy.
Myles's eyes locked onto it, heat pooling in his gut again. His erection still stood firm and his lust nowhere near satisfied.
"You can still keep going, right, Myles?" Lilian purred, her voice dripping with the same lust.
"Yeah. Of course," he replied without hesitation.
Lilian's gaze shifted toward Nadine who lay on the floor with her legs spread, her flushed pussy glistening and dripping.
"Oh, right…" Lilian smirked. "She still hasn't had her turn."
Myles stood immediately and towering over Nadine. His hard length penis hung above her face, the shadow of his body looming over her.
She stared at it wide-eyed, her breath catching.
"You want this?" he asked.
Without hesitation, Nadine pushed herself up and answered breathlessly, "Yes… I want it."
Before another word could be spoken, she leaned forward and took the whole length into her mouth.
The taste of Lilian's pussy liquid still coated his shaft and she didn't care. If anything it made her suck harder.
"How's Lilian's taste?" Myles asked, watching her lips move along his length.
"Good…" Nadine answered, her voice muffled around his cock. "It tastes good."
Lilian chuckled, clearly amused.
Nadine ignored the teasing. All she wanted was that overwhelming pleasure for herself.
Myles pulled back and told her, "Lie down."
Nadine obeyed instantly, spreading her legs wide. She used two fingers to part her pussy lips and looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Put it inside me, Myles…" she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
So Myles continued, he moved closer before sinking his still standing into her demanding hole with a single decisive thrust.
Then he kept moving with relentless movements, each one of the stroke drawing out quick, breathless sounds from Nadine that filled the room without shame.
"AHHH… EUH… AHH…!"
Lilian watched them with a spark of mischief in her eyes.
Rising slowly, she stepped over Nadine, with her posture deliberate, and lowered herself until her pussy that was still full with Myles's thick cum hovering just above Nadine's mouth.
Without a word or permission she pressed down gently. Nadine, who was opening her mouth while still gasping with every motion from Myles, tilted her head and welcomed the contact, her tongue moving eagerly licking her pussy while Lilian's ass framed her face and pressed lower.
The rhythm between them didn't falter. The heat, the sounds, the scent in the air was all blurred together in a dizzying mix of sensation that seemed to stretch far beyond minutes.
When at last the frenzy eased an hour later, they lay scattered on the floor with skin against skin, the three of them tangled together in a hug.
Myles exhaled heavily, feeling the last traces of the strange aphrodisiac fire fading from his veins.
For the first time that night, the only movement came from the slow unhurried rise and fall of their breathing.
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Finally, the first light of morning crept through the dusty windows.
When Myles opened his eyes, Lilian was nowhere in sight. Only Nadine remained, sleeping soundly with her head on his chest and a faint, satisfied smile lingering on her lips.
He shifted slightly, and she stirred, letting out a soft low sound before blinking awake.
Myles sat up, gathering his clothes from where they were scattered across the classroom floor and pulling them on piece by piece.
Nadine was still naked. She glanced around the empty room before asking softly, "Where's Lilian?"
"She's already gone," Myles replied.
Nadine only nodded, then began picking up her own clothes. A faint trail of cum that was still flowing down her thigh and a bit still clinging to her cheek caught her attention, and she gave a quiet, amused sigh.
"I should clean this up first," she murmured with a naughty smile.
Myles offered a small, apologetic smile and nodded.
She returned the smile warmly, then slipped out toward the bathroom.
Left alone, Myles sat for a moment longer. His thoughts drifted back to the sex last night remembering the sounds, and the surreal ecstasy.
Even with the strange haze of it all, one thing was certain. Right now he felt deeply and almost impossibly happy.
A few minutes later, Myles and Nadine stepped out into the large hall. The heavy scent of bodies and stale air hung thick around them.
All across the room people sat huddled in small groups. Their faces pale and gloomy. Their eyes ringed with exhaustion.
The atmosphere was one of quiet fear.
Nobody seemed to have slept, their bodies worn down by fear and uncertainty.
Meanwhile just hours ago, he and Nadine had been lost in a night that felt like the height of human pleasure, while the rest of the survivors had spent those same hours staring into the dark, listening for threats beyond the door.
They made their way toward one of the makeshift tables, the wooden surface cluttered with scraps of cloth, dented cups, and a few cans of food that looked as if they'd been counted and recounted too many times.
Nadine kept close to his side, her hair still slightly tousled, a faint warmth in her expression that didn't match the gloom around them.
Ryan, the captain of the four soldiers guarding the place, spotted them from across the hall and strode over.
His posture was upright, but there was a weariness in his steps.
His uniform was rumpled and there were some visible blood marks there and his face unshaven, but his eyes stayed sharp.
"Morning," he said, voice steady but edged with fatigue. "You two sleep well?"
"Yeah," Myles answered simply, the word almost casual.
"Mm-hm," Nadine added, nodding with a small smile.
There was a flicker in Ryan's eyes. Something in their tone that caught his attention. But he didn't push or comment. If he suspected anything, he kept it to himself.
Instead, his expression shifted into something more practical, almost grim.
"Good. Because we've got a problem. The supply's running low. If we don't find something soon, people are going to start feeling it."
Nadine's brow furrowed slightly. "How bad is it?"
Ryan exhaled through his nose, glancing toward the cluster of cans on the table.
"Bad enough. Maybe a day or two before we're scraping the bottom. I'm planning on taking a small group out today to look for food. I'll need you both to be ready to move as well."
"Okay," Myles said.
Ryan gave a sharp nod and walked away.
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