Julian looked at the clean mattress laid out on the floor, then turned to Emma, who stood nervously beside him.
"Get on," he said softly but firmly.
Emma lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning red. Hesitantly, she climbed onto the mattress and sat on her knees. Her fingers clutched each other tightly in her lap, her knees trembling slightly.
Julian looked at Emma more closely now, taking in the details that confirmed what he had only vaguely remembered from the few glimpses he'd had of her around.
Her short crimson hair framed her face in sharp, slightly uneven strands, giving her a fierce, tomboyish charm. Even in her exhausted, bitten state, she had a striking presence. Her skin was fair and flawless, her features symmetrical eyes like deep amber glass, now dulled with pain and fear.
Of course. Emma Leigh.
He had heard her name whispered through the halls more than once. She wasn't just Clarissa's best friend, Emma had worked as a model part-time, and it showed. Her figure was toned and effortlessly elegant, the kind that turned heads whether she wanted it to or not.
Julian recalled the rumors how guys constantly confessed their feelings to her, only to be politely but firmly rejected. She never seemed to take any of them seriously. Always calm, always out of reach.
But the one person she did spend time with, practically inseparable was Clarissa.
They were a well-known duo. Beauty and fire. Grace and edge. And now… both had been brought into his world.
And in that moment, as he knelt before Emma, seeing not the confident figure from the rumors but a broken girl trembling at the edge of death, something twisted in his chest. Power, pity, and something darker, satisfaction. Now you need me.
He didn't say it out loud.
Instead, he reached forward, brushing a strand of red hair from her damp cheek, his voice low and resolute.
"Let's begin."
Clarissa, standing by the doorway, looked uncertain.
"I… I'll wait outside," she murmured, trying to mask her unease with a small, forced smile.
But Julian turned his head immediately. His gaze was sharp, though not unkind.
"No. Stay here."
Clarissa froze. Not wanting to disobey, she quietly stepped forward and sat down beside Emma. She stole quick glances at both of them at Julian, then Emma, her eyes clouded with uneasy emotions.
In front of Julian, a translucent panel appeared once again, visible only to him.
[Domination Quest Progress]
Objective: Emma Leigh
Squirting: 0/3
Creampie: 0/5
Take her Virginity: 0/1
Julian furrowed his brows slightly. Different, he thought. The quests this time weren't the same as the ones he had with Clarissa.
Could it be that each woman had her own path, her own requirements? The system seemed to scan and adjust itself accordingly.
He looked at Emma. Their eyes met. Hers still held a flicker of doubt, but also a growing trust, born from the short yet intense bond they'd formed amidst the chaos of a collapsing world.
"…please… be gentle…"
Julian nodded slightly, a calm smile on his lips.
"I promise."
Julian, with a calm and steady gaze, leaned in and softly kissed Emma on the lips. Emma, surrendering to the moment, responded with a passionate kiss of her own.
Clarissa, standing awkwardly to the side, could only watch with a flush of embarrassment.
Julian paused and began to unbutton Emma's blouse, but Emma stopped him, her cheeks reddening as she glanced at Clarissa.
"Clarissa, I can't... not with you here," Emma protested, her voice a mix of desire and modesty.
Clarissa, trying to be helpful, stammered, "Just pretend I'm not here."
"I can't do that!" Emma insisted, her breath hitching.
Julian interjected, his voice firm yet gentle, "There are zombies outside. Clarissa has to stay here."
"Just... turn around, Clarissa."
With a resigned sigh, Emma nodded to Clarissa, who complied, her face burning with embarrassment.
Julian continued, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Emma's blouse, revealing her blue bra. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, his fingers tracing the lace, eliciting a soft moan from Emma.
He unhooked her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts, and then slid down her matching blue panties, revealing her in all her glory.
"Lie down," Julian commanded softly, his voice laced with desire.
Emma complied, her breath coming in short gasps. Julian leaned down, his lips brushing against hers before trailing down to her breasts, his hands cupping and caressing them.
Emma arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as Julian's fingers found their way to her center.
"Julian..." Emma gasped, her body writhing beneath his touch.
Julian paused his kisses and moved down, his tongue finding her most sensitive spot. Emma jolted, her hands pushing against his shoulders.
"Julian, that's... that's dirty," she protested weakly, even as her body responded to his touch.
Julian ignored her protests, his tongue working magic until Emma was panting and writhing, her body building towards a climax.
"Julian, I'm... I'm going to...!" Emma cried out, her body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Julian looked up, his eyes meeting Clarissa's. She had turned around and was watching them, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Clarissa, take off your clothes," Julian commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
Clarissa complied, her eyes never leaving Julian's. Julian looked down at his erection, then back at Clarissa, a hunger in his eyes.
But he knew he had to focus on Emma first.
He positioned himself at Emma's entrance, looking into her eyes.
"Emma, do you trust me?" he asked, his voice soft.
Emma nodded, her eyes filled with trust and desire. "Yes, Julian. Be gentle, please."
Julian nodded, pushing into her slowly. Emma gasped, her nails digging into his back as he broke through her barrier.
A cry of pain escaped her lips, and Julian stilled, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Emma, it's okay," he murmured, his lips finding hers, his hands caressing her breasts, his tongue laving at her nipples, trying to soothe her pain.
Emma's body slowly relaxed, her hips moving against his. "It's okay, Julian. It doesn't hurt anymore. Keep going," she urged, her voice breathy.
Julian began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, their bodies moving in sync. The room filled with their moans and gasps, their bodies glistening with sweat.
"Emma, I'm close," Julian gasped, his body tensing.
"Me too, Julian. Come with me," Emma panted, her body arching against his.
With a final thrust, they both cried out, their bodies convulsing as they reached their climax together.
Emma arched her back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Beside her, Clarissa watched as Julian and Emma's bodies intertwined, their rhythm hypnotic and sensual.
Clarissa felt a warmth stirring within her, a longing that grew with each of Emma's soft moans.
Julian, sensing Clarissa's gaze, turned to her. His voice was a low rumble, "Clarissa, join us."
He guided her to lie beside Emma, her body tingling with anticipation.
The sight of the two women, their cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming, ignited a fire within Julian.
He positioned himself between Clarissa's trembling thighs, his voice husky as he asked, "Do you want this, Clarissa?"
Her cheeks burned crimson as she whispered, "Yes..."
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Julian entered her. Clarissa cried out, her body yielding to his, slick and ready.
Julian moved, his hips rolling like a stormy sea, drawing out moans of pleasure from Clarissa.
Emma stirred, her eyes fluttering open to see Clarissa writhing beside her. She gasped, "Julian, what are you doing?"
Julian leaned down, his voice a hot whisper against Emma's ear, "Wait your turn, Emma."
Clarissa, lost in her ecstasy, begged, "Julian, don't stop... I want to feel you... all of you..."
With a final, shuddering thrust, Julian released, his body pulsing as Clarissa received all he had to give, their bodies slick and spent, their breaths ragged and satisfied but.
Even after that, Julian still felt unsatisfied perhaps it was the lingering effect of his skill. Without hesitation, he lunged at both Emma and Clarissa, overwhelming them completely. After that he manage to complete all of his quests.