Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer

Chapter 289: Shelter? No. Love nest? Yes**

"Mm... ngh... ah..." Monica’s breathy whimper echoed softly in the cramped underground shelter, the dim lantern casting flickering amber shadows over their sweat-slicked bodies.

The reinforced wooden walls, meant to shield them from enemy patrols, now trapped every gasp and slap of skin, turning their hiding spot into a forbidden den thick with the musk of raw lust.

Luke had her pinned beneath him on the cold, dusty floor mat, her legs hooked high over his shoulders in a deep, mating press that folded her almost in half.

His thick, veiny cock stretched her dripping pussy wide with every deliberate, grinding thrust; slow, powerful strokes that dragged his swollen head along her fluttering inner walls, bullying that spongy sweet spot until her toes curled and her nails raked down his back.

"Luke... ahh, right there..." she moaned, biting her lip hard to stifle the cry as he rolled his hips in a circular grind, stirring her soaked cunt like he was trying to reshape her from the inside out.

Her full tits bounced with each impact, nipples stiff and begging, flushed dark pink from how he’d sucked and bitten them earlier.

"You like that?" he asked against her ear, his lips curved.

One hand pinned her wrists above her head while the other slid down to grip her ass cheek, spreading her wider so he could sink even deeper.

"We were supposed to check for supplies, but you went ahead and kissed me...and now, we are like this."

He pulled back until just the fat tip kissed her entrance, then slammed home in one long, punishing stroke that made her eyes roll back.

The wet, obscene squelch of her arousal echoed obscenely in the small space; her juices coating his heavy balls and dripping down to soak the mat beneath them.

"Luke...this is too much..." Monica’s walls clenched rhythmically around him, milking his cock like she was starving for every inch.

The thrill of it all made it hotter; the risk of muffled noises traveling up through the vents, the enemies possibly just meters above ground, while they fucked like newly wedded couple underneath.

Every time he bottomed out, his pelvis ground against her swollen clit, sending electric jolts through her core.

She could feel him throbbing inside her, so hot and rigid, veins pulsing against her sensitive ridges.

"Harder... please, Luke...fill me up," she begged, voice breaking into a whimper as she rocked her hips up to meet him, desperate and shameless.

Her pussy fluttered wildly, gushing fresh slick around his shaft.

She has been craving it the whole day and it was not showing.

Luke chuckled faintly, releasing her wrists to grab both her thighs and fold her even tighter.

He started pounding her in earnest now; deep, rhythmic thrusts that made her tits jiggle and her breath hitch with every slap of skin on skin.

The air grew heavier, saturated with the scent of sex: her sweet pussy, his masculine sweat, and the faint earthy smell of the soil.

"Can’t get enough of you, dear... dripping like this for me...," he groaned, leaning down to capture one bouncing nipple between his teeth, tugging just hard enough to make her arch and cry out.

His free hand snaked between them, thumb circling her clit in tight, slippery strokes while his cock continued its relentless assault; stretching, claiming, ruining her passing each second.

Her orgasm built fast and brutal, a coiling heat low in her belly. "I’m—I’m gonna—ahh, Luke—!" Her walls spasmed violently around him, squirting hot and messy over his thrusting cock as she came hard, body shaking, vision whiting out.

The contractions pulled him deeper, greedy and rhythmic, trying to drain him.

But he wasn’t done. With a feral grunt, Luke flipped her over onto all fours, yanking her hips back and slamming back inside her from behind in one smooth motion.

He tried to maintain his temper and be gentle, but he can’t.

The new angle hit even deeper, his balls slapping her clit with every powerful snap of his hips.

One hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back so he could bite the junction of her neck and shoulder, marking her as he fucked her through the aftershocks and straight into another building peak.

"Cum on my cock again, baby. I want to feel how much you need me," he rasped, voice thick with lust.

His thrusts grew erratic, harder, chasing his own release as her moans turned into broken, high-pitched whines.

The underground shelter vibrated faintly with their passion; two lovers lost in raw, primal pleasure.

Luke kept thrusting deep from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips with tender possessiveness as he filled her completely with every loving stroke.

Monica pushed back against him eagerly, her body trembling with overwhelming pleasure. The intense connection between them, hidden away in this secret shelter, made every moment feel sacred and wildly passionate.

"Babe, I am close," he whispered against her skin, his voice husky with emotion as he leaned over her, one arm wrapping around to hold her close.

His thick cock continued sliding in and out of her soaked warmth, hitting that perfect spot again and again until her walls began fluttering wildly around him.

"Luke... I am so close," Monica gasped, her voice sweet and breathless. She reached back to squeeze his hand, their fingers intertwining as pleasure built higher.

He could feel her tightening, pulsing, drawing him deeper. With a few more powerful, rhythmic thrusts, Monica cried out softly in ecstasy.

Her orgasm crashed over her in powerful waves, her inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically as fresh warmth flooded around his shaft.

The sensation was too much for Luke to hold back any longer.

"Agh...take it all..." he groaned tenderly, burying himself as deep as possible. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, releasing long, hot spurts of his seed that filled her completely.

They stayed locked together like that for a long moment, breathing heavily, bodies trembling in shared bliss.

Slowly, Luke pulled out of her with a soft, wet sound. He gently guided Monica to turn around and kneel before him.

His still-hard cock glistened with their combined juices, slick under the faintlight. She looked up at him with adoring eyes, cheeks flushed

"Come here, my love," he said softly, cupping her cheek.

Monica smiled warmly and leaned forward. She took him into her mouth with loving care, her tongue swirling around his sensitive length as she cleaned him thoroughly.

She savored the taste of them together, sucking gently and licking every inch until he was spotless and shining.

Her hands rested on his thighs, stroking him affectionately as she finished with soft, lingering kisses along his shaft.

Luke ran his fingers through her hair, gazing down at her with pure love.

"Well, that definitely cheered me up."

Monica giggled, "I am glad to hear that."

She then slowly rose up and began to tie her hair.

"We should get going." She said before leaning over to pick her clothes.

"Ah," only to gasp as something hard and long slid into her from behind once again.

Once again, the chamber was filled by their love making.

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A/N:- Limited the scene in one Chapter.