Building a Safe Zone with My Harem In The Post-Apocalyptic World-Chapter 58: [-R18] In The Sink

Freya did not protest at all. Her eyes lit up instead, and she nodded quickly, almost desperately, before dropping to her knees in front of him.

The sink was right beside them, water still running softly, but neither of them even noticed.

Her hands gripped his thighs as she leaned in and bit down lightly on his zipper before pulling it down slowly. His underwear had already formed a clear tent, straining against the fabric as if it had been waiting for her.

She swallowed when she remembered how big he was.

"Do you need a condom?" Gideon asked, his breathing already uneven.

Just the sight of her kneeling there, eyes burning with hunger, was enough to make his pulse spike.

"No..." she whispered. "I want to taste your seeds."

If they had not had sex the night before, he might have actually choked hearing something so shameless come out of her innocent-looking face.

He smirked. "Alright. But don’t make a mess. Your mother will notice. She’s sharp, and I still can’t read her."

Freya frowned. "I’m about to give you a blowjob and you’re thinking about my mom?"

"Hey, this is important for the longevity of our relationship."

"What can my mom even do? I’m a legal adult. She can’t stop me."

She pulled his underwear down slowly, freeing him. His cock sprang out immediately and slapped lightly against her cheek. Instead of being startled, she smiled, clearly pleased.

"Well," Gideon said casually, "for instance your mother could fire precisely that new brand of heavy machine gun in a very unstable moving military truck. It will be easy for her to put a bullet in my head."

He shrugged, then added, "Also, why do you look happier greeting my junior down here than me up there?"

He rolled his hips slightly, the tip brushing against her cheek again.

"Stop it!" she gasped, though there was no real resistance in her tone.

He laughed, but the sound died in his throat when she finally wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked slowly from base to tip. He shivered, and enjoyed how slutty she became.

She leaned in and gave him a slow lick, her tongue swirling around the tip while her eyes stayed fixed on him.

He groaned. "Hahh... it’s already wet. Use your mouth."

"Mmm... let me taste it more."

She licked him again, slow and deliberate, as if savoring him. Her other hand slid down to his balls, gently squeezing the heavy weight of them, rolling them in her palm.

"I like the way you smell when you haven’t washed yet," she murmured, licking along the underside.

Gideon hissed, his head tilting back as he let out a low breath. She was thorough, almost obsessive, licking him clean, making him slick with her saliva, even leaning closer as if inhaling him.

’This girl... seriously. Am I somehow corrupting her?’

His breathing grew heavier, but it still was not enough. Not yet.

"Ngghh~ it feels so good..." she moaned softly.

Her free hand slipped to her jeans, unzipping them before sliding inside to touch her already soaked pussy.

Seeing that made Gideon tense slightly. "Come on, babe. Make me cum first. You know I can make you feel way better than those fingers ever could."

Freya chuckled at him. "This is revenge for teasing me yesterday."

He laughed. "I didn’t know you could hold a grudge. That’s hot though. Now use your pretty mouth for something else instead."

She only smiled before opening her mouth wide and slowly taking him in. He stretched her perfectly, the smell and heat making her head spin.

She pushed deeper and deeper until her throat struggled to take any more. Drool spilled from the corner of her lips and dripped onto the floor.

The feeling made her core clench harder. Her fingers pushed inside herself, imagining it was his cock instead, ruining her from within.

"Mhhmm... mmm~"

She moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight through his shaft.

Gideon sucked in a deep breath, enjoying the way her throat pulsed and tightened, resisting yet forced to take him fully.

"God... you feel so good. So warm."

She hummed happily at the praise and began moving slowly, letting her throat adjust to his thickness.

He hissed softly in pleasure, hands sliding into her dark blue hair. His grip tightened as he pushed his hips forward, making her gag slightly before she had to pull back for air.

He smirked, brushing the bangs from her damp forehead. Sweat clung to her skin. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and her mouth glossy and swollen from him.

"You’re getting really good at this," he praised, and her throat clenched instinctively. "Use your tongue. Take your time."

She frowned up at him as if wanting to argue that he was the one thrusting suddenly, but he pretended not to notice.

She pulled him out slowly, kissed the tip, then slid him back in, swirling her tongue around the head at the same time.

He groaned deeply. "Yes... like that. Pay attention to the tip. Don’t ignore it."

Freya nodded, her focus split between pleasing him and chasing her own pleasure. Her fingers kept thrusting in and out of herself, pressing against her sweet spot while her mouth moved with his hips, trying desperately to keep swirling her tongue around the head even as he pushed deeper.

Every groan he made sent another wave of heat flooding through her.

’God, he’s so hot. I want to make him feel good. He only thinks about me.’

"Hahh... shit. Your throat’s sucking me like a pussy."

He was close. Every time he hit the back of her throat, pleasure sparked up his spine.

"Fuck... I’m going to cum in your mouth. Don’t spill a single drop."

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he fought the edge.

Freya’s eyes lit up. Her fingers moved faster inside herself, her head bobbing more eagerly, tongue working harder as she felt him swelling in her mouth.

She wanted all of it. She was determined to drain him dry.

But at the very last moment, a voice rang out from behind them, clear and getting closer.

"Are you done with the meat?"

Both of them froze. They looked at each other in pure panic.