NTR Rogue in the Apocalypse-Chapter 172: Dalia’s Jealousy

The next day, John gathered everyone in the courtyard. He stood on a platform and addressed the crowd. Grey clouds adorned the sky and harsh cold wind whipped at their faces, but everyone’s eyes were fixed on John.

"As you may know, we have captured a man who came from the planet where our missing survivors are being held. We need to send a team to rescue them, and I am going to lead that team."

The crowd cheered and John raised his hand to silence them.

"It will be a dangerous mission, and only those with the strength and skills to fight will be selected."

The crowd murmured and whispered, their nervous glances flickering to each other.

John continued, "if you meet the criteria and want to join, come see me in the courtyard before lunch. We will need to start immediately, as we have wasted enough time waiting."

The crowd dispersed, and a few people approached John to ask questions.

"Where will we go?"

"How are we going to get there?"

Routine questions flew at him, until a haughty voice emerged from the crowd.

"Do you even know what we’re walking into?"

John turned to the source of the voice and his expression remained stolid, the girl wore a red coat and a black shirt, her fiery red hair swaying gently in the breeze.

"If we can save our missing members, it will be worth it," he replied.

She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes at John.

"Oh yeah, you don’t even care, right? You get to be a hero and fuck with us." The girl said, her features distorting and her freckles twitching on her nose.

"This mission is voluntary. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to."

The girl scowled at John and kicked the floor.

"It’s not like you care anyways," she huffed as she walked away, her strides full of resentment and anger.

Myers approached John and placed a hand on his shoulder, "hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m good."

Myers examined his face, his eyes soft and empathetic, "this must be hard for you. You’ve been through so much and you have so much responsibility on your shoulders. It’s okay to let it all out once in a while."

John’s expression hardened and he shrugged, "I’m fine. How long until you can send us there?"

"I thought it would take way longer, but thanks to Edward’s expertise, I think we can get you there in a week."

"That quick, huh? Good."

Myers nodded and John went back to his room. He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his thoughts swimming with the possibilities.

He had so many questions, so many uncertainties, but the thought that his lovers were out there waiting for him spurred him forward. If anyone could find them, it would be him. He wouldn’t let anything or anyone stand in his way.

A gentle knocking on the door pulled John out of his thoughts, and he opened the door, his eyes surveyed the beauty in front of him.

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She was blonde and curvy, her luscious breasts peeking out from under her shirt and her pink nipples were visible through the thin fabric.

"Can we talk?" Dalia said, her eyes lingering on his exposed muscles and scars.

"Sure, come on in."

Dalia walked into the room, and John could feel the tension in the air. She was clearly nervous and fidgety as she tried to find her words.

"I just wanted to apologise for the past week."

"For what exactly?"

"The night with those ladies. I saw you with them, and I wasn’t jealous or anything..."

John was always talking to the survivors in the base, and sometimes, some of those survivors were women. He couldn’t remember which instance Dalia was referring to, but John had learned by now that anything was enough to set off her jealousy. His thoughts drifted to that woman was found beaten half to death and he shuddered. He couldn’t imagine seeing Dalia’s innocent puppy eyes with enough rage to beat someone like that, but he knew, she was most likely the culprit.

"Come here," he gestured with his hands and laid back on the bed. Dalia crawled on top of him and kissed him fiercely, her hands running up his hard chest and feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. She kissed him softly, her lips brushing against his and her tongue slowly creeping into his mouth. She ground her hips against him and moaned softly as she felt his erection rising.

John was taken aback for a second. Dalia was not the same person anymore, but to see her like this, so eager, like an animal in heat, was a sight to behold.

His hands ran along her sides, cupping her large breasts and pinching her nipples playfully. She groaned and whimpered with desire.

"Ahh... John," she whined, grinding harder against him. John felt his cock throbbing and the tent in his pants grew as Dalia continued humping him. She was getting wetter, her lacy white panties soaking through and her juices coating his cock through his pants.

John sat up and quickly removed his pants, his thick, veiny shaft springing out and smacking against his abs.

Dalia gulped and crawled absentmindedly towards his cock. She grabbed John’s sides and stuck her face to his hard cock, exhaling deeply to take in his intoxicating musky scent. The smell alone was enough to make her moan and moisten her folds.

John looked down at her and ran his fingers through her blonde locks.

’She looks like an addict,’ John thought as he observed how Dalia sunk her teeth into her bottom lips and continued inhaling his scent.

"Good God, that smell is too much," she groaned and took a long lick from his balls to his tip.

John inhaled sharply as he felt Dalia’s warm, wet tongue run up the length of his hard cock and he let his head roll back on the bed as her lips closed around his bulbous tip and she gave a few light suckles.