After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 642

The next morning, Althea was woken up by her husband sensually ramming into her.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, his baritone voice sounding raspy as he moved. Althea’s watery emerald eyes met the man’s lustful ones, opening her mouth to answer.

"What do you thi—ahh~" Althea wanted to utter something sarcastic, except her mouth parted involuntarily as moans escaped from it.

The sound of her voice seemed to energize the man, encouraging him to add speed and pressure into his movements.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Althea, in the end, just enjoyed the love making, and after about a hundred more thrusts they climaxed together, with Althea letting out elongated moans as she was filled with his seeds.

The couple felt each other for a bit longer before they finally decided to get up. Rather, if it was up to Garan, he’d have kept her in bed for a while longer (note: the whole day).

Sadly, his wife missed the children (he did, too) so they dragged themselves out of bed to pick them up.

When they got out of the room though, they realized that they didn’t have to do so. At this time, they were already crawling around their play area, playing with their new toys with Little Theo.

The pair smiled and went to them, each lifting a child to smooch. "Mwah!"

"Hmhmgmama…"

"Googhmama…"

Althea giggled at their cuteness, not forgetting to patting Little Theo’s head as well.

"Hmhmgmama…"

"Googhmama…"

When the babies realized that one parent hadn’t kissed them yet, they went and tried to reach for the other with their tiny arms and hands.

Althea laughed and Garan smiled, kissing the smooth face of the child in the other’s arms. The babies seemed satisfied and settled down, making the couple laugh.

Anyway, it was a nice and peaceful prelude to an otherwise very, very, busy day ahead.

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In another abode was a scene a lot less wholesome than Althea’s household.

A certain soldier woke up with a bad headache. He shifted in his bed, rubbing his face with his well-sculpted hand.

Gill opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, realizing it was already well into the morning.

He groaned, rubbing his head as he sat up, the blanket sliding down and showing off the sculpted body it had been hiding.

He was in the single-detached house he bought for himself. He lived alone so he could only blame himself for waking up late.

No one else would be moving to alert him of the time.

Except there was.

When someone shifted beside him, followed by a soft moan, his eyes widened. He turned to see a gorgeous naked woman with purple hair.

She shook her head and lifted her head, staring at him with her large purple eyes. "Nothing. I just want to enjoy the night, too," she said, as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to meet his lips.

"What—"His eyes widened but he didn’t reject.

Rather, when she parted his mouth with her tongue—something she learned from him—he reciprocated with equal fervor.

Their tongues danced as their hands felt the other’s skin, feeling the other’s heated presence as closely as possible.

Gill’s hand was on her supple buttocks, caressing, before lifting her up so he could feel her more intimately, while Cassandra’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as if afraid he’d pull back.

He followed his instincts and walked forward towards the bed, but even as they fell, their bodies didn’t part, continuously rubbing on each other, desperate for more.

The next thing they knew their clothes were almost gone and both their faces were extremely flushed. Gill’s mind even got more clouded when he saw her bra already above her breasts, revealing her bare gorgeous body to him.

She was really beautiful, and ready for picking.

His already broken breathing stagnated even more and his hand moved on its own to touch more of her. She moaned beautifully, and he leaned down to meet her lips again, his warm scorching hand sending traces of pleasure all over her body.

"Ha.. ah…"

Gill wanted to hear more of her moans, so his hands moved even more intensely, more purposeful, and by the end, Cassandra was panting so much she could barely breathe.

"More… Gill… please…" she mewled, hugging him tight.

At this point, Gill’s brain was already turned to mush, and there was no going back anymore.