Esper Harem in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1106 1106: Speed Running Life events (6) || Rudy and Eleanor

The twins collapsed onto the mattress in sync, their breathing instantly leveling out as their minds dove into the past.

Rudy didn't even look at them. He leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms. "You have five minutes. Maybe ten if they decide to watch the credits."

Eleanor didn't check their vitals. She didn't fuss with the blankets. She stared at their sleeping faces for exactly one second to confirm the spell took hold, then snapped her head toward Rudy.

The shift in her demeanor was violent. The composed, intellectual mother vanished. The woman standing there now looked like she was starving.

"Lock the door," she ordered.

Rudy raised a brow but flicked his finger. The deadbolt slid home with a heavy clack.

"You aren't worried about the—"

"Shut up." Eleanor crossed the room in two strides. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and slammed him back against the wall. The impact rattled the picture frames, but she didn't care. "Nineteen years, Rudy. I have waited nineteen damn years."

"I'm here now."

"That's not enough." Her hands were frantic, tearing at his belt, her fingers fumbling with the metal buckle. "I don't just want you here. I need you inside me. Right now."

Rudy glanced over her shoulder at the bed where their children were comatose. "They are five feet away, El."

"They are in a coma. They won't wake up." She shoved his pants down, her eyes dilated and dark. "And even if they did, I don't give a fuck. I can't wait another second."

She didn't give him time to argue. She hoisted her skirt, seemingly forgetting she was wearing the dignified attire of a high-status businesswoman, and ripped her panties aside. The fabric tore with a sharp sound that seemed too loud in the quiet room.

Rudy grabbed her waist, his grip bruising. He didn't need convincing. He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Make it count," Rudy muttered.

"Just fuck me," she hissed.

He thrust into her.

Eleanor's head slammed back against the drywall, a choked gasp escaping her throat. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't romantic. It was the collision of two people who had been denied something essential for two decades.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, drawing blood through his shirt. Her hips snapped forward to meet him, matching his force. There was no buildup, no foreplay. Just the immediate, friction-heavy impact of skin on skin.

"Harder," she demanded against his ear, biting his lobe. "Break me if you have to. Just don't stop."

Rudy complied. He drove into her with a force that would have killed a normal human, but Eleanor wasn't normal. She took it, her moans stifled against his neck, her body trembling from the sheer overload of sensation.

The bed frame creaked as the vibrations traveled through the floor, but the twins didn't stir.

"I missed this," Rudy grunted, gripping her ass to pull her deeper onto him.

"Less talking," Eleanor gasped, tightening her grip on him. "More."

Rudy leaned close and kissed her on the lips as he continued fucking her.

Suddenly, Eleanor's eyes snapped open as a groan slipped past her lips. Her gaze darted to the bed. Eric's hand twitched.

Paranoia spiked through the haze of lust.

"Move," she gasped, her nails digging into Rudy's biceps. " Bathroom. Now."

She didn't wait for him to agree. She disentangled her legs, stumbling slightly as her heels hit the carpet, and dragged him by the wrist. Rudy didn't resist. He let her pull him toward the ensuite, kicking the door shut behind them.

The lock clicked.

The second the latch engaged, Eleanor spun around and jumped on him. She didn't care about the cold tiles or the cramped space. She needed to finish this before reality crashed back in.

Rudy grabbed her thighs and slammed her onto the marble vanity. Bottles of expensive perfume and lotion clattered into the sink, shattering. neither of them flinched.

"Quiet," Rudy warned, his voice a low growl against her neck.

"Make me," Eleanor challenged.

He gripped her throat—not enough to choke, but enough to control—and drove into her. The pace changed. It wasn't just desperate anymore; it was possessive. Every thrust claimed her, reminding her who she belonged to after two decades of solitude.

Eleanor bit down on her own wrist to stifle the screams threatening to tear from her throat. Her head knocked rhythmically against the mirror, her vision blurring with tears and sweat.

"Rudy..." she whimpered, her composure fracturing completely. "Rudy, please."

"I got you."

He didn't slow down. He hammered into her until her legs began to spasm, her pussy walls clamping down on him in a violent contraction. Eleanor arched her back, a silent scream dying in her throat as the orgasm ripped through her.

Rudy followed seconds later, groaning as he emptied himself deep inside her, filling the void she had carried for nineteen years.

For a moment, the only sound in the tiled room was their breathing and the drip of a leaking faucet.

Rudy leaned back, his chest heaving. He made to pull away, but Eleanor stopped him.

"Wait."

She slid off the counter, her legs wobbling. She didn't fix her dress immediately.

She dropped to her knees in front of him.

"El, we don't have time for—"

"Shh."

She began to suck him off.

She worked with efficient, practiced care. She wiped him down, cleaning the fluids from his skin with the reverence of a devotee tending to an idol. It was a ritual they hadn't performed in years, yet her mouth remembered every contour. She was gentle, thorough, and completely submissive.

Once she was satisfied, she stood up and adjusted his pants, buttoning them and fixing his belt buckle. She smoothed down his shirt, brushing a stray hair off his collar.

Only then did she turn to the mirror.

She splashed cold water on her face, scrubbing away the flush on her cheeks. She fixed her hair, reapplying a layer of lipstick with a steady hand. When she turned back to Rudy, the desperate lover was gone. The cold, brilliant businesswoman stood in her place.

"Do I look okay?" she asked.

Rudy smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "You look like you just got rail—"

"Rudy."

"You look fine."

Eleanor unlocked the door. They stepped out into the bedroom, the temperature significantly cooler than the sauna they had just created in the bathroom.

Rudy sat on the edge of the dresser, crossing his ankles. Eleanor walked to the window, pretending to check the view, putting distance between them.

Three seconds later, a sharp gasp cut through the silence.

"Gah!"

Eric bolted upright on the bed, clutching his chest. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, staring at nothing.

"No... no, no, no!" Erika screamed, scrambling backward until her back hit the headboard. She was hyperventilating, her hands clawing at her own throat as if trying to remove an invisible collar.

Eleanor turned slowly, her face a mask of calm concern. "Welcome back."

Eric looked at his hands, then at Rudy. The look in his eyes wasn't confusion anymore. It was horror.

"We..." Eric's voice cracked. "We saw it. We saw everything."