The mountain valley lay cloaked in mist and ruin, the apocalypse's scars etched into every crumbling chalet. Marc, thirty and hardened by months of solitary survival, crested the ridge to find three women cornered by a pack of feral scavengers. He didn't hesitate—his rifle cracked twice, dropping the threats like autumn leaves. The women, college-aged survivors with fire in their eyes, didn't cower.
"Well, well," said Lena, the sharp-tongued leader with raven hair and a smirk that could cut glass. "A knight in rusty armor. Or just another wolf sniffing around our den?"
Her companions, Sofia and Elena, circled him warily, their athletic frames tense but unafraid. "He took out three without breaking a sweat," Sofia noted, her voice laced with wit. "Impressive. But can he handle more than bullets?"
Marc lowered his weapon. "Name's Marc. You looked like you needed a hand, not a lecture. This valley's crawling with worse than those idiots."
Elena laughed, stepping closer, her gaze raking over him. "Hand? Darling, we handle ourselves. But aid like that earns a seat by the fire—if you can keep up with our banter." The group welcomed him warily, sharing stories of lost campuses and shattered worlds over stolen wine. Wit flew like sparks: Lena teased his "hero complex," Sofia challenged his tactics, Elena's eyes promising more. Tension thickened as night fell.
By the flickering hearth, Lena's hand brushed his thigh. "You're joining us, Marc. But first, prove you're not all talk." She pulled him into a kiss, fierce and commanding. Clothes shed amid panting breaths; Marc's cock hardened under her touch. "Look at that," she murmured, stroking him. "Hard already. Our little valley treat."
Sofia joined, her fingers dipping between Lena's legs. "Pussy's wet and dripping for you, but remember—we're in charge." Elena knelt, taking his cock in a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. They moved as one, bodies sweating, horny and unyielding. Marc thrust into Lena's ass while Sofia rode his face, their witty barbs turning to moans. "Deeper, survivor," Lena commanded, pussy clenching. He came hard, cum spilling as they panted through explosive waves, the group claiming him fully.
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