A familiar shape stood ahead of me, his back turned. The breadth of his shoulders and something I couldn’t name pulled me toward him. Not walking. The distance closed on its own, like the space between us had grown tired of existing.

He turned.

Our eyes locked. The same face I had seen holding Eleanor in the vision, strong jaw, dark eyes full of quiet storm, hair swept back like he had just stepped out of the wind. Ethan Nadez. My father.

"Abram." He opened his arms, as if calling me into an embrace. "It’s okay."

I didn’t move. The place around us had no description. No walls, no ground, only a soft, boundless light that produced a heat that soothed rather than burned, wrapping around my skin like warm water.

"It’s okay, Abram." The distance kept closing on its own. "It’s okay."

He pulled me in.

The moment his arms closed around me, every year I had lived without protection gave way at once. He felt like a shield — solid, warm, unbreakable. I pressed my face against his chest and breathed in the scent of sun-warmed earth and something deeper, something that felt like home I had never known.

"Father," I said, soft against his chest, testing the sound of it. "Dad."

"It’s okay, my son." He let me go just enough to look at me, his eyes finding mine. In them lay every replay of my life — the happy mornings with my mother, the way she had struggled to raise me alone, the endless running on the plain, the nights hiding in ruined buildings with her arms around me while the infected roamed below.

"You saw everything," I said, feeling like a child again. "You were watching the whole time."

"Everything," he said, smiling gently. "And all of it led you to your purpose. You don’t have much time, Abram. The awakening is in thirty days."

That pulled me back into my own body, into the weight of the task and the count attached to it now.

He embraced me again, one hand resting heavy on the back of my head.

"You’re grown," he said, voice thick. Then he turned slightly, as if speaking to someone else entirely. "My son’s grown. He’s going to be a father now."

What do you mean?

My eyes snapped open to the golden lamplight. The vision shattered, but the phantom weight of his words slammed into the crushing reality of my physical body.

Sherry was pinned on top of me, her head resting heavy on my chest, her arms desperately anchoring her to my shoulders. Her ass was pressed flat against my lap, her heat completely swallowing my cock to the very root.

[LEWD LEVELING SYSTEM]

[Warning. Pregnancy risk.]

Electric charge went through me. I felt it move from the very depths of my soul, a terrifying pressure mounting at the base of my spine. Inside her, Sherry was also building to her absolute limit. The way her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting deep into my skin, told me everything I needed to know. She was right on the edge with me.

Then, the dam broke.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted out of me like a volcanic mountain fracturing under pressure. I felt every pulsing jet surge from my core, bursting forward to collide directly with Sherry’s own release, which was flooding down her inner walls like a waterfall.

For a split second, time felt entirely paused as I registered the chaotic physics inside her tight channel.

My hot, thick cum collided violently with her rushing fluid. The sheer force of my eruption sent her release surging back deep into her depths like a reversed tidal wave. The combined torrent hit the very back of her womb before bouncing back, forcing its way down my shaft, squeezing hard past the thick base of my cock until the pale, mingled fluid began to leak visibly outside her pussy.

It was an impossible space. Her inner walls were already clamped bone-tight around my cock, but the pressure of the fluid stretched her even further from the inside out, carving a blistering path between our sealed skin.

I felt the scalding heat of the liquid ripple the entire length of my shaft as it fought its way out, expanding her channel millimeter by millimeter until it finally burst past her tight outer lips in a thick, frothy rush, spilling down over my balls in warm, sticky trails.

The sensation tore a harsh, involuntary shriek from the back of Sherry’s throat, her head snapping back as her jaw locked wide, thick damp lashes fluttering wildly against sweat-beaded cheeks, pupils blown black. I roared with her, my fingers tearing into the heavy muscle of her ass as the intensity of feeling that internal overflow fight its way past my own cock nearly made me black out.

We both groaned in absolute ecstasy, a raw, synchronized sound that vibrated between our chests. It was a sensation I had never felt before, a pure, total depletion.

My knees completely short-circuited. The raw, unadulterated pleasure had reached up my spine and severed the connection to my limbs, leaving my muscles entirely limp. I dropped flat onto my back against the soaked pillows, my chest heaving in ragged, desperate gasps.

Sherry went down with me. She couldn’t hold her own torso up. With a soft, wet impact, her full weight dropped straight down onto me, her face burying itself into the crook of my neck, her hot, rapid breaths puffing against my collarbone, sweat-damp strands of hair sticking to my skin.

The physical sensation was overwhelming. Her full, heavy breasts flattened completely against my chest, sealing our skin together in a thick, slippery layer of mingled sweat. The dark, stiff tips of her nipples pressed hard into my pectorals with every shuddering breath she took, sending faint, lingering ripples of electricity straight to my core.

My cock was still buried to the absolute root, trapped inside her like a vice, as the flow of cum continued.

Her inner walls wouldn’t let me go. They were so fiercely tight, clamping down around my veined length in automated, helpless rhythms — perfectly timed micro-spasms that kept pulsing and milking my thickness. Every little twitch of her core sent a fresh, localized jolt of heat through my sweet spot, making my jaw clench all over again as I lay there, utterly spent.

Sherry let out a faint, broken whimper against my skin, her fingers weakly curling into the damp sheets beside my shoulders. Her thighs, still locked around my ribs, trembled against my skin with fresh goosebumps, completely drained of the savage power.

We stayed like that in the quiet of the room, locked together, our hearts hammering a frantic, synchronized rhythm against each other’s chests while the fluid slowly cooled between our hips.

[Possible pregnancy]

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