The room was dark, damp, and swallowed in silence. Sunlight slipped in only through the cracked, grimy windows—thin golden rays slicing the gloom like a forgotten memory of warmth. Dust danced in the light, disturbed only by the heavy, ragged breaths echoing in the corners.
It had once been a storage room, tucked behind the old science building at the edge of the university campus. Now, it was just another forgotten place in a world that had already fallen.
Outside, the world didn't work anymore.
They used to call it civilization.
Now, they called it ruin.
Some whispered of a virus. Others called it an apocalypse. Still others, zombies.
But the things outside weren't just mindless husks.
They were fast.
They were smart.
And they were deadly—predators with just enough humanity left to make them truly terrifying.
Inside that dark room, Cherry pressed herself against the metal cabinet, her chest heaving, breath trembling in her throat. Her heart pounded in her ears as she fought to quiet herself—to silence the sin of survival. Every gasp felt like it could summon death itself.
And then—
A sudden impact.
A gloved hand slammed her back against the rusting door.
She didn't scream.
She couldn't.
She bit down hard, barely muffling the startled cry that rose in her throat as her shirt was pushed up, rough fingers sliding beneath the fabric with urgency and hunger. Her bra was tugged down next, the cold air hitting her bare skin like ice.
She should have stopped it.
But she didn't.
The metal door bit cold into Cherry's spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat of him—his body pressed to hers like a storm barely contained.
She barely had time to breathe before his hand was under her shirt, fingers rough and unhesitating, yanking it up until the fabric bunched at her collarbone. Her bra didn't last a second longer—he dragged it down like it offended him, exposing her completely to the stale air and his starved gaze.
"Fuck…" he hissed, voice low, guttural, already dropping his mouth to her chest like a man gone mad.
His lips latched around her nipple without warning—hot, open, wet.
Cherry's breath caught, teeth clamping down on her bottom lip as she tried not to make a sound. But god, he was relentless. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the tight bud before dragging slow, greedy laps over the curve of her breast.
"Mmnh—" a gasp slipped before she could trap it, her fingers scrabbling against the shelves for anything to hold on to.
He groaned into her flesh like it was water in a desert, the sounds obscene, wet. His hand gripped her other tit, squeezing with no gentleness, thumb brushing the tip before pinching it sharply, just enough to make her hips twitch.
He pulled back for a moment—just enough to let her nipple pop free from his mouth with a loud, messy smooch—then dove right back in, his tongue swirling, lips tight, jaw flexing as he sucked harder, louder. His stubble scraped raw against her skin, the friction a delicious burn that left her head spinning.
His voice was a low growl between licks. "Fuck, you taste good. So fucking sweet…"
Cherry whimpered, her thighs clenching as his teeth grazed her again, not biting—teasing. His other hand kneaded her roughly, like he couldn't decide which breast he wanted more, greedy for all of her.
And still—he sucked, licked, slurped, switching sides without mercy. The noises were filthy—guttural gulps and smacks, as if he were trying to devour her whole. His tongue flattened, dragging from the base of her breast to the peak before swirling around her nipple again and sucking it deep into his mouth, lips sealing hard.
She couldn't stay quiet anymore.
Her breath broke in hot, ragged pants. "uh...no..., that's—"
"no what? ....huh.....mhm...I know," he rasped, voice soaked in heat, in hunger. "You like it when I suck them like this, don't you? When I make a mess of your tits…mhmm"
And he did.
Saliva slicked her skin, her nipples raw and hard, swollen from his relentless attention. He kissed across her chest, left her smeared with wetness, flushed, aching.
Outside, the world was hell.
But in that storeroom, the fire was all his.
And she was burning in it.
His mouth was still glued to her chest, lips stretched around her nipple as he sucked her like he needed it to breathe—messy, wet, loud. His tongue swirled, flattened, then flicked relentlessly while his jaw worked like he was starving.
Then came the bite.
A sharp nip—just enough to make her gasp, her back arching off the cold steel. His teeth grazed her again, then soothed the sting with a deep, slow suck that pulled the sound right from her throat.
Her nipples were raw, aching, coated in spit.
And still—he didn't stop.
His hand fumbled down now, rough and hurried, yanking at the waistband of her pants. His fingers were clumsy with urgency, finding the metal clasp of her belt and dragging it hard, trying to unbuckle it.
It clinked, slipped—he growled, breath hot against her skin as he jerked at it again, harder this time.
"Fucking thing—come on…"
All the while, he never left her breasts.
His hips ground against her with hungry, chaotic rhythm—his cock rock-hard beneath his jeans, grinding against the dip of her thighs with no rhythm, no patience. He moved with heat and instinct, hips rutting against her like an animal, desperate to get closer. The friction was rough, messy. His breath was fire.
The belt gave with a snap.
He hissed, pleased, one hand immediately diving beneath the loosened waistband while his other gripped her ass, pulling her closer, forcing her to feel every hard inch pressing against her through denim.
And still—his mouth was glued to her nipples,pink,wet and swollen.
He swapped between them, devouring one then the other, sucking deep and hard until her nipples throbbed, until he was groaning between mouthfuls of flesh, saliva slicking her breasts in glistening trails.
His voice was ragged between licks. "Can't stop… fuck, I can't stop—"
His teeth bit again—harder now.
Cherry gasped, her fingers tangled in his shirt as his hand slipped lower, under her waistband, cupping her heat over her panties, pressing in with maddening pressure while his cock rubbed shamelessly against her inner thigh.
She was shaking.
Because the world outside might have ended—but inside this storeroom?
Something far more dangerous had just begun.