The abandoned hydroponic greenhouse wing of St. Mary's Medical Center felt like a cathedral that had been left to rot mid-sermon. Shattered skylights let in jagged blades of afternoon sun, turning floating dust into gold sparks that drifted lazily through the humid air. Empty grow trays stood in silent rows like altars stripped bare; rusted pipes dripped somewhere in the shadows, a slow, steady plink against metal; vines, wild, mutated, thriving on neglect, had claimed every surface. They curled around metal frames, spilled over edges, dangled like living curtains. The air was thick with green decay and the faint chemical sweetness of old fertilizer stock still sealed in cracked bags beneath the overgrowth.
Cassia stood among it all, dress already hiked to her waist, panties shoved to one ankle, palms braced on a sturdy workbench littered with broken trays and dried nutrient residue. Her silver-white hair had come loose during the frantic moments after her mouth had left his cock; strands clung to her sweat-damp neck and shoulders. Her enormous breasts hung free, nipples dark and swollen from earlier attention, swaying heavily with each shallow breath. Shane was behind her, jeans shoved to mid-thigh, thick cock buried to the hilt in her dripping cunt. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose the long line of her throat; the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints blooming on pale skin.
They had barely spoken since the first kiss in the truck.
The moment the last undead sentry had been posted at the double doors, rifles raised, black-veined faces turned outward, Cassia had turned to him. No preamble. No hesitation. She had backed him against the workbench, dropped to her knees among the scattered trays, and taken him into her mouth like she had been starving for decades.
Now, after she had swallowed him once, after he had painted her breasts and watched her rub his cum into her skin like sacred lotion, after he had fingered her to a shuddering orgasm while she whispered "more" like a prayer, they were here.
Shane thrust slow, deep, each stroke deliberate, letting her feel every inch drag along her walls.
"You said you wanted more," he rasped against her ear, voice rough, threaded with that manic glee. "So take it, Grandmother. Take your grandson's cock like you've been dreaming about. Feel how thick I am? How deep? How I'm throbbing inside the pussy that raised my mom? You're so fucking wet, dripping down my balls, clenching every time I bottom out. You're a naughty fucking grandmother, aren't you? Getting railed in an abandoned hospital while your vines watch from the walls."
Cassia moaned, high, broken, hips pushing back to meet him.
"Yes, yes, naughty, filthy, fuck me, claim me, fill me, I've wanted this, wanted you, since I first watched you take Morgana, since I came untouched feeling the vines drink your pleasure, fuck your grandmother, make me yours, make me glow, make me drain you while I come, please, Shane, please."
Her voice cracked, personality splintering in real time.
One heartbeat she was the calm elder, wise, nurturing, voice steady even as she begged.
"Slowly, let me feel every inch, let me savour my grandson inside me, this is wrong and taboo, but this is also everything I've denied myself."
The next she was the giddy schoolgirl, giggling between moans, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with delighted shock.
"Oh God, oh God, he's so big, my grandson's cock is splitting me open, I shouldn't, I shouldn't love this, but I do, I do, harder, please, harder, make Grandmother come, make her come like a slut, like a naughty girl who watches her daughter get fucked and touches herself."
Then, darker, almost feral, voice dropping low, trembling with possessive hunger.
"Mine," she growled, pushing back harder, walls clenching around him. "My boy. My blood. My cock. Fuck the pussy that made your mother. Fill it. Breed it. Give me what you give her. Make me glow violet-green while the plants explode. I want it, I want all of it, I want to taste Morgana on you next time, I want to lick her off your cock while you fuck me, I want."
Shane groaned, hips snapping forward, pace quickening, hand tightening in her hair.
"Fuck, you're flipping like a switch back there. One second, you're my wise old grandma, next you're giggling like a schoolgirl getting her first dick, next you're growling like you want to own me. I love it. I love how you break apart when I'm inside you. Keep talking, keep switching, keep coming, drain me, take it, take everything."
He pulled out suddenly, cock slick and shining, and spun her around, lifting her onto the workbench, trays clattering to the floor. Cassia's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him back in, guiding him into her pussy again, moaning as he bottomed out.
"Hehehe," she gasped, voice high and giddy again, hands on his shoulders, nails digging in. "I want to ride you, want to bounce on my grandson's cock, want to watch your face while I drain you, while I come, while the plants bloom and die around us."
Shane lay back on the workbench, hands on her hips, guiding her as she began to move, slow at first, then faster, hips rolling, breasts bouncing heavily, nipples grazing his chest with every descent.
"Fuck, look at those tits, bouncing like they're trying to escape. Ride me, Grandmother. Ride your grandson's cock. Grind that clit against me. Feel how deep I am? How thick? How I'm throbbing inside you? You're glowing already, that violet-green shimmer under your skin, you're draining me, sipping, making me feel light-headed and harder at the same time. Fuck, you're perfect. My naughty, filthy, glowing grandmother."
Cassia's moans turned frantic, hips slamming down, breasts bouncing wildly, hands braced on his chest, nails leaving red trails.
"I'm close, I'm close, Shane, my boy, my man, come with me, fill me, let me drain you while I come, let the garden feel it, let it bloom, let it die, let it live again."
She shattered, violent, walls spasming around him, draining another deliberate sip, violet-green aura flaring brighter under her skin, vines around them exploding into bloom, tomatoes bursting, leaves unfurling then withering, then blooming again in ecstatic cycles.
Shane thrust up, deep, groaning, flooding her, thick pulses, hips jerking, hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise.
They trembled together, panting, her breasts pressed to his chest, his arms locked around her waist.
Cassia lifted her head, eyes glowing faintly, smile small, giddy, reverent.
"I want more," she whispered, voice trembling with want.
Shane kissed her, slow, soft, tasting himself on her lips.
"Then take it," he said. "All of it. In all the ways you've imagined."
She slid off him, legs shaky, then turned, bending over the workbench again, ass presented, hands braced, looking back over her shoulder.
"Fuck me," she said, voice shifting back to that feral growl. "from behind. Make me feel owned. Make me drain you while I scream."
Shane stepped up, hands spreading her cheeks, cock sliding between her folds, teasing, then thrusting in, hard, bottoming out in one stroke.
Cassia cried out, back arching, breasts swinging, nails digging into the wood.
"Yes, like that, fuck your grandmother like a bitch in heat, make me take it, make me come, make the plants explode."
He thrust, hard, fast, hips slapping against her ass, hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him, each stroke driving deep, making her breasts bounce wildly, making her moan louder, higher, broken.
"Take it," he growled, voice cracking. "Take your grandson's cock. Feel how deep I am? How thick? How I'm throbbing inside you? You're dripping, making a mess, gonna fill you again, gonna breed you, gonna make you glow while you come."
Cassia's voice splintered again, giggling now, giddy, schoolgirl delight bleeding through the moans.
"Oh God, oh God, he's pounding me, my grandson's cock is pounding my pussy, I'm such a naughty girl, such a filthy grandmother, I love it, I love it, harder, please, harder, make me come, make me drain you, make me glow."
She came again, violent, walls spasming, draining another sip, aura flaring, plants around them blooming and dying in rapid, ecstatic cycles, vines writhing, fruit bursting, leaves unfurling, withering, blooming again.
Shane followed, thrusting deep, flooding her, thick pulses, groaning low, holding her tight as he emptied inside her.
They stayed like that, joined, trembling, foreheads pressed together, breathing ragged.
Cassia turned in his arms, kissed him, slow, deep, tasting the sweat and sex on his lips.
"I want more," she whispered again, voice trembling with want.
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