Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 110 Claimed Her First, Not Last

On the second morning after they left the shelter, just as the sky began to brighten, the Ice Regiment convoy hit the road again. Like they’d discussed the night before, they planned to get their hands on some buses or long-distance coaches when passing through a town.

Sure enough, when they passed by a town’s bus terminal, Magnus managed to secure five decent long-distance coaches and one sleeper bus.

By nightfall, the convoy camped in place. Luck was with them today - not much trouble along the way. Not only did they find the buses, they even came across a 15-ton fuel tanker, fully loaded.

After dinner, Emily pointed at the map and suggested, "We’ll pass through Southriver City tomorrow. It may just be a county-level city, but it’s not small. I say we scour it for supplies - maybe we get lucky with food or something useful."

Liana agreed quickly, "Yeah, I’ve been thinking the same. At this rate, our fresh supplies won’t last another week. After that, it’s going to be rice and soy sauce for everyone."

Rice and soy sauce?

In Magnus’s last life, if his team had even that, they’d have thought they were living large. He once survived five days on nothing but tree buds and leaves. His stomach paid the price - running to the latrine over twenty times a day till he nearly passed out from dehydration.

Now, the Ice Regiment had grown used to better, pampered by Magnus’s standards. He quietly sighed, but nodded in agreement.

When it was time to rest, the women all returned to the sleeper bus. Last night, Sophia and Grace had stayed in the RV’s main bed. Tonight, Charlotte and Liana exchanged looks, and then Liana stepped up and said, "Magnus, you can sleep here tonight. Emily and I will take our turn tomorrow."

The RV sleeping schedule rotated. Female team members who had made contributions, or squad leaders, could spend a night there now and then. It had all been agreed upon before departure.

Magnus had no objections, gave a nod, and the others trickled off to the sleeper bus. Emily sighed softly, expression sour, pulling her curtain shut as she lay down.

Charlotte and Liana glanced at each other. Charlotte walked quietly to Sarah’s bed and whispered something in her ear. Sarah’s pretty face turned crimson in an instant. One hand gripped the blanket tight, while the other waved frantically. "No way! I - I don’t know anything about that! Go ask Abigail or someone else. They... they know how. I really don’t!"

Liana scanned around, then leaned closer and whispered too, "Sarah, think about it. If you don’t go tonight, your Magnus might start forgetting about you."

"But... I really don’t know what to do! I’m not lying!" Sarah’s blush spread all the way down her neck - she was panicking.

Liana rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Then how about Charlotte goes and teaches you? As long as you don’t mind her being there."

Charlotte laughed quietly, clearly not offended, even played along, "Sure, I’ve got nothing better to do tonight. If Sarah’s fine with it, I’ll tag along. Full tutorial, guaranteed results - no charge."

Sarah was so flustered her face looked like it might drip fire, stammering and unable to say a word...

In the lounge of the RV, Magnus leaned alone against the bar, casually mixing himself a drink. Liana called this stuff "B52" - whatever that meant. Magnus didn’t care. The "B" didn’t sound appealing, but the drink was sweet enough. He planned to finish it and crash for the night.

*****

Just then, there was a knock at the RV door. Magnus shuffled over and opened it. Standing outside were Sarah, Liana, and Charlotte. As Sarah stepped inside, her legs gave out and she dropped straight to the floor. Liana and Charlotte gave Magnus knowing, teasing looks before strolling off, grinning.

The sharp scent of liquor hit his nose. Magnus crouched down, helping Sarah up. "You’ve been drinking?"

"Magnus... help me get to the room..."

Sarah’s voice was soft, almost drowned by the hum of the RV generator. Her breath ghosted against his neck, warm, trembling. Half-lidded eyes held a hunger that hadn’t been there before. Not like this.

When they reached the small back bedroom of the RV, the door clicked shut behind them, sealing them into a space no larger than a confession booth. The air was already thick. She was already shaking.

Sarah stood by the edge of the bed, bare feet shifting against the vinyl floor. Her hands pulled at the hem of her shirt, uncertain, but determined. "I want it," she whispered. "Want you."

Magnus didn’t hesitate. Not anymore.

Clothes hit the floor in tangled silence. The mattress creaked under their knees. And when she lay back, legs parted, cunt glistening between her thighs, he forgot how to breathe.

"Christ, Sarah..." His voice cracked.

She was soaked. Virgin, yes, but her body had already surrendered.

Magnus knelt between her legs, cock heavy, flushed dark with blood. When the head brushed her slit, she flinched - just once. But she didn’t pull away.

"Do it," Sarah whispered. "Put it in."

The tip pressed against her entrance, meeting resistance - tight, hot, trembling. Her cunt was gripping already, even before he breached.

"Breathe," Magnus said, voice low, coaxing.

And then Magnus pushed.

Sarah gasped, back arching, eyes flying wide. The stretch was slow, torturous. Every inch fought him. Her cunt clung to the intrusion, trying to spit him out, but her hands clutched his arms tighter, urging him deeper.

"Keep going," Sarah said through gritted teeth. "I can take it."

So he gave it to her.

The first full thrust was shallow, controlled. The second, deeper. By the third, Magnus was buried nearly to the hilt, Sarah’s cunt stretched around his cock, trembling with every pulse.

"Fuck," Magnus hissed, watching her body take him - tight, wet, perfect.

Sarah whimpered beneath him. "It’s... so full..."

Her clit was swollen, practically begging for friction. He reached between them, thumb brushing over it as he started to move. The reaction was instant.

She gasped, cunt fluttering around his shaft. "Don’t stop - don’t stop - "

Magnus drove into her harder this time, hips slapping against her ass, the sound obscene in the small room. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, as if she wanted him inside her lungs.

Every thrust made her cry out now - raw little moans, high and broken. Her cunt was tight, sucking him in like it had never known anything else.

"Say it," he growled, fucking her harder now, the rhythm brutal, relentless. "Say who owns this pussy."

"You do!" she gasped. "You - fuck, Magnus - it’s yours - yours - "

His name on her lips made his cock throb. He grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her ass into the air. She let out a shaken breath, but obediently arched her back, knees wide, cunt dripping.

One hard thrust and he was inside again.

This angle - God, this angle - let him hit her deep.

Her pussy clenched, and the noise she made was something between a sob and a scream. He pounded into her, skin slapping skin, balls slapping her clit with each deep stroke.

"You’re taking it so fucking well," Magnus snarled, gripping her waist. "This greedy cunt loves getting ruined, doesn’t it?"

Sarah’s voice was wrecked. "Yes - fuck yes - don’t stop - please don’t ever stop - "

He didn’t.

He fucked her like he meant it. Like he needed to carve himself into her. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. Her cunt made wet, filthy sounds as it sucked his cock in again and again.

She came like that - bent over, stuffed full, screaming into the mattress as her pussy clamped down hard, milking every inch of him. But she didn’t collapse. Not this time.

She pushed back into him, still shaking, still begging.

"More..."

And Magnus gave her more.

They changed positions again - her on top, riding him, tits bouncing, her cunt swallowing him over and over. Then sideways, spooned tight, his cock still buried deep as she moaned into his throat.

By the time the sun began to rise, Sarah was sprawled across the mattress, bruised, sore, drenched in sweat and cum, lips swollen from kissing and biting.

Magnus lay beside her, one arm wrapped around her waist, cock still twitching against her thigh.

"Still want me?" he murmured into her hair.

Sarah smiled, eyelids heavy. "More than ever."

And somewhere in the rocking quiet of that tiny RV bed, they both knew -

This was only the beginning.

*****

Before dawn cracked, Sarah rubbed her tired eyes, dark circles under them. She insisted Magnus walk her back to the sleeper bus - didn’t want whispers going around, didn’t want to mess up his image.

Magnus resisted, but Sarah clung to her stance. "If you don’t listen this time... I won’t ever come to you again," she murmured, her voice light but firm in his arms.

With a sigh, Magnus climbed out of bed. As he reached for his clothes, Sarah suddenly said, "Turn around, Magnus - I need to get dressed."

"Seriously?" Magnus was baffled. Women were odd creatures. They’d already done everything last night, and now she was shy about changing?

What he didn’t know was - smart women always left a touch of mystery. It was something Sarah’s mother taught her. Magnus wasn’t privy to such lessons.

*****

After escorting her to the bus, the crew gathered for breakfast. Liana, chipper as ever, handed over a steaming container of porridge. "Rough night? Better refuel."

Mockery, plain and simple. Magnus took the porridge with a stiff smile. "Thanks, Miss Jabbar."

"Oh, and this - " Liana fished out two vacuum-packed eggs from her pocket. "Only for you. Last night wasn’t easy. The others don’t get these luxuries."

"Thanks, Miss Jabbar." He accepted with no shame. Blushing now would be admitting defeat.

Not done yet, Liana produced two packs of dried beef. "Beef builds strength. Don’t go all weak-legged on us - the whole team’s counting on you."

Alright, she really wanted to push him, huh? Think I won’t bite back?

Magnus grinned and took them. "My legs are fine, Miss Jabbar. Or would you like to test for yourself?"

That caught Liana off guard. Shock flickered across her face, then turned into pretend outrage. "How dare you flirt with your teacher! You’ve got some nerve!"

Magnus sat calmly, sipping his porridge and chewing his eggs with a quiet smirk. Yeah, he had won this round. He was a grown man - what was there to be scared of?

These little jokes? She had forgotten how things were in their past life... how they used to tease him and Sarah. They had even made them act out their fantasies - Liana’s bright idea, complete with a full script and all...

After breakfast, the convoy rolled out again. The drivers rotated shifts. If all went well, they’d reach Southriver City by afternoon. The Ice Regiment had a few members from there. Magnus and four others stayed in the RV for command. Liana climbed aboard with nine Southriver women, ready to guide.

Heading toward Southriver for supplies was straightforward.

But after getting there - something cold, something terrifying awaited Magnus.

He could feel it. Something bad was coming.