The valley lay shattered under a bruised sky, its once-charming chalets reduced to skeletal frames after the Collapse. Marc, thirty and weathered from months alone, crested the ridge with a stolen rifle slung low. Below, three women—college survivors turned fierce scavengers—fought off a pair of ragged marauders near the frozen stream. He didn't hesitate. Two precise shots dropped the threats. The women spun, weapons raised, eyes sharp as flint.
"Nice timing, stranger," said Lena, the tall blonde with a scar across her cheek, her voice laced with suspicion and something hotter. "Or are you just here to claim the spoils?"
Marc lowered his rifle, hands open. "Name's Marc. Saw the smoke from the ridge. Figured you could use a hand, not a headache."
The redhead, Sofia, circled him like a wolf, her leather jacket hugging curves hardened by survival. "Hand, huh? We don't need knights in this valley. We take what we want." Her gaze dropped to his hips, lingering. "But you did drop those bastards clean. What's your angle?"
"Angle's simple," he replied, matching her wit. "Survival's lonelier than it looks. You three look like you run this ruin. Maybe I run with you."
The third, dark-haired Elena, stepped forward, strong and unyielding. "Prove it. That aid buys you a night. But we decide the terms." Her lips curved in a predatory smile. "Follow."
They led him to a hidden lodge, fire crackling. Tension thickened as wine—looted and aged—flowed. Lena leaned in, her breath warm. "You're bold for a lone wolf. Most men beg. You negotiate."
"Negotiation’s overrated when the world's ended," Marc shot back. "But if you're offering more than shelter..."
Sofia pressed close, her hand bold on his thigh. "Oh, we're offering. But we're not submissive little dolls. We ride hard or not at all." Her fingers traced higher, feeling him harden. "Already stiff for us? Good."
Elena shed her jacket, revealing toned skin glistening with sweat from the day's fight. "Strip. Let's see if your cock matches that aim." The air turned electric. Panting breaths mingled as clothes fell. Lena's mouth claimed his in a fierce kiss, tongue dueling his. Sofia dropped to her knees, taking his hard cock into her wet mouth for a hungry blowjob, her tongue swirling while Elena's fingers dipped between her own legs, dripping with arousal.
"Fuck, you're thick," Sofia murmured, lips slick. "Horny enough to handle all three?"
Marc groaned, hands gripping Lena's ass as Elena pushed him back. Bodies tangled—sweating, panting. Elena mounted him first, guiding his cock into her tight, dripping pussy with a wicked grin. "We fuck on our terms, survivor. Move with us or get left behind." The rhythm built explosive: hips slamming, moans sharp, cum building as they switched, each woman strong and demanding, until the lodge echoed with their shared release.
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