It took the bright light reflecting from the apartment window and the warm but chill feeling on his groin alongside the sound of slurping for Levi Quinn to wake up, his messy dark hair blocking his view of what he was seeing latched onto his beef candle.
"Ughhh," he groaned, feeling a strange sense of ease and pain as he brushed his fingers through his hair and to his horror and amusement.
The view of five naked women entangled in the scent of their nature, and amongst them, two were awake—one stroking her vagina as she moaned and one nodding on his sweet tentacle like a piston—her mouth acting as a suction cup, her lips and tongue giving him the impression that his destined tentacle was a popsicle. The look of shock was etched on his face as she glanced up at him, her green eyes almost crossed together, and her medium brown hair tied into a ponytail as she smiled, giving him the impression that she was trying to tease him.
She began to nod faster, the slurping noises getting louder, and her tongue stroking his throbbing tip.
Levi groaned, confused about how these strange women got to his apartment. Could they have broken in?
No
It couldn't have been possible—yet there he was, staring straight into the green emerald eyes of one of the perpetrators who had forcefully serviced him. Levi's chest tightened, breath ragged, hopelessness clawing at his insides. He had no control, no chance to resist, trapped in something he couldn't even comprehend, couldn't piece together how it began or why it was happening.
The confusion swallowed him whole, the pressure mounting too fast, and before his thoughts could align, before his body could fight back, he had already shattered—his breaking point ripping through him like a storm he never saw coming.
"Agh!" Levi groaned more loudly this time, which made the woman stop at what she was doing and look up at him, another time, a satisfied glint in her eyes, mocking him further.
And in that instant, Levi felt his groin heating, a strange feeling in his lower abdomen, his legs shivering as he released his liquid babies.
Thinking it was all over, Levi felt relieved, but this was just the beginning of a nightmarish sex session.
Going again, the lady's head bobbed nonstop, her nodding quickening with each stroke, her tongue working his tip with fierce, wet precision. Levi's body betrayed him—every muscle shuddering, every nerve giving in. His vision began to blacken, the edges closing in, but she didn't care, not for a second.
The sounds of choking grew louder, raw and shameless, slurps echoing in the air as she drove him further past the point of no return.
This went on for minutes—until the young man, Levi, was forced to ejaculate a second time. His moan tore out raw, heavy, uncontrollable, the sound cutting through the room and stirring the silence. Three other women shifted, their eyes snapping open, aroused by the echo of his release.
Finally satisfied with her warm, viscous meal swallowed down, the lady slid her mouth back, slow but certain, releasing Levi's cock from the sloppy suction trap. A wet drag, a sudden slip—and then it came, that strange popping sound snapping in the air the instant she reached the tip of his enormous, throbbing flesh.
Levi heaved, his breath coming in heavy and ragged gasps—his chest rising and falling. Looking slightly at the woman who forcefully serviced his beef candle, Levi was shocked to see someone he had never expected to see.
Kneeling on his bed, staring down at him, her voluptuous figure clearly shown to him, lacking a single garment, the piercings on her pink nipples reflecting bright rays of light from the morning sun, was Jennifer Sinclair, who was one of his co-workers at his new job.
"Je...Jennifer?" he muttered, trying to get the words out of his mouth.
Hearing Levi's voice, Jennifer smiled brightly, reaching into her neatly shaved vagina that had been dripping nonstop with her body fluids. And with both fingers of her right hand, she gently stroked, gripping one of her large breasts and squeezing it.
Jennifer closed her eyes, her mouth slightly open.
"Oh, fuck....uhhh," she muttered, moaning as the sensation she received from her fingers caused her to squirt uncontrollably.
"Hey, Jennifer," one of the women interrupted, "I hope you didn't swallow all that sweet stuff."
Levi turned to the owner of the voice, and he was shocked to see a familiar figure as well. A woman bearing dark skin, with bright, brown eyes and braided pigtails that were long enough to reach her ass.
She was bigger than Jennifer, her muscular and toned figure not stopping her from obtaining bigger breasts and ass. And not to mention, her clit looked wetter, staining the bed even more.
Charlotte Levy was her name, and Levi could remember her being one of his neighbours who often exercised a lot.
He could remember every one of them, and before he could process himself and recall places he had met them, he watched in shock as Charlotte grabbed Jennifer, wrapping her hands around the woman and began to kiss her, licking off every little remnants of cum from her lips and tongue while helping her pleasure herself.
Once Charlotte was done, she turned her attention to Levi, "Oh, sweetheart, you seem to be watching us," she said, crawling her way towards him, her clit now touching the tip of his liquid baby machine, which seemed to be throbbing, dripping with excess pre-cum.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I know how much you crave this," Charlotte added.
Levi glanced into Charlotte's eyes, a look of horror on his face as he knew what she was about to do, "Stop, wait—" he beckoned, trying his best to stop her from advancing.
But he was too late as Charlotte sat down, her entire clit covering his cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Charlotte exclaimed, his huge cock reaching deep into her cervix. Her legs began to shiver, though she thought she was strong enough; Levi had a stronger build.
This realisation struck a nerve, but it also filled her with undying pleasure, "Oh my god, you're so fucking big," she said as she began to stroke his meat with her tight clit that dripped non-stop.
Charlotte grunted as she got faster, her ass bouncing on his thighs—the other women moaned as they began to finger themselves, all craving to be in Charlotte's spot.
Levi grunted, feeling his waist being crushed, "Agh, stop!" he pleaded, but Charlotte was non-compliant.
"Come on, come on, fuck me harder!" she screamed at him, "Cum in me, you bastard!"
In that instant, Levi felt his entire essence being drained—his liquid babies now absorbed by Charlotte's tight hole. The woman was like a wild animal; she was moving her hips as more semen was dragged from the young man.
She leaned in, lips crashing against his, her hips still grinding in merciless rhythm. The kiss swallowed his breath, stole his strength, and just as the final drop spilt from him, her movements halted. The sudden stillness, the unrelenting grip of her tight vulva, crushed him with a force too much for him to endure.
Despite his chiselled physique, he was no match for such a woman of Charlotte's calibre.
Levi felt his whole vision go blank in that instant, his eyes rolling back as he slumped, his body giving up on him, but he was still alive to feel the women taking turns by sucking or fucking as his cock still stood erect.
Before this, Levi's life hadn't always been drenched in despair and dirt. Once, in his past life, he had lived in brilliance—as the only son of the Quinn family.
The Quinns were a prestigious bloodline, wealthy, respected, and envied. Levi, the sole male heir, stood as the family's successor. He had been given everything—comfort, power, status—his life gilded with ease. But it all collapsed in an instant, shattered by a single tragic incident. After a bitter altercation with his stepmother, Stephanie, and his stepsisters, Deborah and Eve, the accusations came swiftly and venomously. Stephanie twisted the truth, branding Levi as one who had defied her daughters. Negan, his father, didn't hesitate. Without trial, without trust, he cast Levi out.
Stripped of his role as heir, stripped of his place, Levi was left broken. And yet, he sought no justice, no revenge. In his silence, he saw the punishment as a kind of mercy—an exile rather than a death.
Now with nowhere to go, only a handful of items to sell and a battered suitcase in his grasp, Levi wandered like a vagabond through the city's shadows. Yet fate, cruel as it was, still held one sliver of fortune. It led him into the path of Johnson—a renowned businessman, a man of wealth and reach—who would change everything, offering him a place, an apartment, and a chance at something more.
He too had faced the same fate as Levi, not only giving Levi a place to stay but a chance to work in his company, which he had grown for six years.
Levi could remember the words of his tenant and boss, "This is your last chance to prove your worth, don't fail me now." Those words stayed engraved in his mind, and so his journey began.
But one thing that Levi couldn't wrap his head around, something that left him wondering for so long, was the floor he was staying on in the apartment, not because of the width or length, but because everything was comfortable.
It was the multitude of women who resided there.
At first, he thought it was all a coincidence, but when the top floor seemed to be filled up as well, he was sure something was wrong. He wanted to speak to Johnson about it, but curiosity had killed the cat, so it was best he stayed alive.
Besides, the women seemed friendly. He had met with the strong and fit Charlotte Levy, who was a fanatic of hardcore workouts—if only he had found out sooner that workouts weren't the only hardcore activities she was into.
Jennifer Sinclair was a woman of few words, yet around Levi, she always seemed charged with energy, her presence louder than her voice. What unsettled him most, though, was her obsession with wearing clothes that left no room for undergarments.
He was certain he'd caught a glimpse once—nipple piercings glinting under thin fabric, the outline of her thick, juicy curves pressing against the gym lights, the shape of her ass and even the forbidden contour between her thighs.
Each time his eyes lingered, Levi felt the rush stir in his sweatpants, heat sparking before he could stop it. And every time, without fail, his mind dragged him back—to the first time, to the memory of losing his virginity to one of his professors in college.
Miss Mia.
But Levi wasn't that same reckless boy anymore. He had changed. He was determined now to hold himself steady, to draw a line, to keep things clean and respectful with everyone around him—even if his body kept trying to betray him.