Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 69 Stored Her Pants, Lost His Control
Second Awakening.
Magnus realized something changed - not just in him, but in Emma and Abigail too. The three of them had speed and strength now four times what they had before the apocalypse. Their new speed even matched Grace and Sophia, who were purely speed-type Awakened. But unlike the Reid sisters, the Doyles and Magnus weren’t just fast - they were strong too. That was the difference.
Then came the black Crystal he’d absorbed in the Anomaly Zone. Magnus spent an entire morning inside the truck trying to figure it out. By noon, he finally had a clue.
And damn, was he thrilled.
A black ring about the size of a thumbprint had appeared on the center of his left palm - like a mark, or maybe a tattoo. At first, he had no idea what it did. He tried tapping it with every single finger. Nothing. Then he went as far as taking off his shoes and poking it with his toes. Still nothing.
What the hell was it?
Magnus stared at the black ring on his palm like it owed him money. Fireball? Lightning bolt? He mentally ran through every skill from the games he used to play and tried them all one by one. He looked like a complete fool, and Abigail and Emma just stood there, dumbfounded.
Was it something from a fantasy novel? X-ray vision? Alchemy?
Half-laughing, half-serious, Magnus pressed his palm against his eye and tried to "see" through things. Just darkness.
Damn it. After nearly dying in the Anomaly Zone, all he got was some useless tattoo?
But he didn’t care if the Doyle sisters thought he’d lost it. He ran through every ridiculous power he could think of. Nothing worked.
Then a wild idea hit him - maybe it was alchemy. Yeah, why not? A proper pill furnace mark! Maybe he could craft the elixir of immortality. He was losing it, but he didn’t stop.
No materials? Screw it. He pulled out a chocolate bar, held his palm up like it was a cauldron, and shouted in his head, "In!"
And just like that, the chocolate disappeared - vanished into thin air.
Was this thing really a damn pill furnace?
Magnus stared hard at his palm, as if he could force the truth out of it. But where was the chocolate? It didn’t break apart. No chocolate chips. Nothing.
He shut his eyes and shouted again in his head, "Out!"
In that moment, an image hit his mind - clear as day. Not imagined, but seen. A white stone platform with five white pillars, all surrounded by a sea of crimson. Roman-style columns, just like in the Anomaly Zone.
Thing is, this wasn’t the same full-size platform he saw in the Zone - it was much smaller. Maybe ten square meters total, like a mini version of the real deal. And sitting right there on it - was his chocolate bar.
That’s how he knew the size. The platform was real. The storage space inside the ring was real.
And suddenly, everything changed. With a single thought, Magnus focused on the chocolate bar. Suddenly, just like a zoomed-in movie frame, the chocolate appeared vividly in front of him. He could even make out the English words printed on the wrapper.
"Out!" he commanded mentally, staring at the chocolate. Before he even opened his eyes, he felt something new in his left palm - there it was, the same chocolate bar.
Unreal.
This black crystal... it had created a mini storage space. A space where he could stash anything.
Excited, Magnus dove into testing it out, tossing in things one after another. Just like he guessed, the space could hold whatever he wanted.
But what about living things?
Seated in the driver’s seat, Magnus turned slightly. The Doyle sisters, Abigail and Emma, were napping in the back, leaning against each other. Now was as good a time as any to test.
If it didn’t work and ended up hurting them, he’d just have to apologize and use a Life Crystal to bring them back.
Magnus reached out and placed his hand on Abigail’s thigh, muttering "store" under his breath while closing his eyes.
When he cracked one eye open, she was still there - safe, unharmed.
But something felt... off.
His hand wasn’t touching denim anymore. It was skin. Smooth, warm, bare skin.
His eyes snapped down. Abigail’s jeans were gone. Completely.
Shit. Not what he meant to do.
Panicking, Magnus quickly retrieved the jeans from his storage space, holding them awkwardly. He couldn’t exactly dress her while she was asleep - and trying to explain this would sound beyond creepy.
Maybe it only worked when nothing was in the way?
For the sake of science... he told himself.
He glanced back at Abigail’s sleeping face, then down to her panties - thin, damp, clinging to every curve.
He placed his hand on her thigh again.
"Store," he whispered.
Nothing.
Except now his cock was painfully hard.
And then - she stirred.
Abigail yawned, eyes fluttering open. She blinked, looked down, and saw his hand still resting on her bare thigh.
Her jeans were gone.
"You..." she whispered, voice trembling.
Before he could stammer out a denial, she shifted - pressing his hand tighter against her. Her breath hitched.
"Did you... do this because you wanted me?"
"I - I didn’t mean to. It was the ability, I swear..."
Her gaze dropped to the bulge in his lap. Her fingers reached out, brushing over it through the fabric. He shuddered.
"Then let me give you what you didn’t know you needed," she whispered.
She climbed onto his lap, straddling him with ease. Her panties were soaked, hot and slick as they pressed down onto his cock. She kissed him - soft at first, then deeper, hungrier.
He tried to stop her. "Abigail..."
But she silenced him with a roll of her hips.
She pulled her panties to the side, reached between them, and guided him inside her.
No hesitation.
Just heat - tight, wet heat, swallowing him whole.
Magnus gasped, his hands gripping her waist as she started to move, riding him slowly, then faster, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"You feel so deep," she moaned. "Like you’ve always been meant to be inside me."
He growled, thrusting up to meet her, their rhythm turning frantic, desperate. Her breasts bounced with every grind, sweat beading on her skin. She clenched around him, her walls fluttering.
"Magnus - I’m gonna - !"
"Me too - fuck - "
She came first, crying out, body shaking around him.
He followed seconds later, groaning into her neck as he spilled inside her, filling her to the brim.
They slumped together, breathing hard, her head resting on his shoulder.
And then -
A voice behind them.
"...What the hell did I just wake up to?"
Emma blinked, eyes wide, watching her squadmate still straddling Magnus, filled with his cum, both of them panting and flushed.
Abigail looked over her shoulder, then smiled - sated, glowing. "You said you wanted to know how I felt... right?"
Emma’s breath caught.
She hesitated - then stood, walked over, and sat beside Magnus.
Her hand rested on his chest.
"I want to feel it too."
Magnus stared, heart still racing. "Emma, you don’t have to - "
"I’m not doing this out of duty," she whispered. "I’ve thought about it for a long time."
She swung one leg over him, straddling him like Abigail had moments ago. Her skirt rode up, revealing bare skin.
No panties.
She kissed him - slow, sensual, tasting him like she meant to claim him.
Then she reached down, guiding him back into her.
He was still hard.
She sank down with a gasp - tight, warm, dripping - and began to ride.
Magnus groaned, head falling back. "F-fuck - Emma..."
She moved with purpose, grinding her hips, clenching around him, her nails raking across his chest.
"I want you to feel me," she moaned. "I want to be the one you remember."
He held her tight, thrusting up into her, their skin slapping, breath tangled, until she cried out in release - her orgasm pulling him over the edge again.
He came a second time, filling her, his body shuddering beneath her.
Emma collapsed onto his chest, trembling, satisfied.
For a moment, all three of them lay tangled together, sweat, breath, and something dangerously close to love hanging in the air...
