Apocalypse Reset: My Crab Can Heal the World! - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Haima Breaks (R-18)
A/N: This is a (R-18) chapter and can be safely skipped – there’s nothing here that directly affects the plot. This chapter features adult content with:

1. Barns and Haima

Clancy and a hooker

If you decide not to skip it…you have already been warned.

Haima’s House, 4AM –

Haima stares at her bedroom ceiling, watching the fan spin round and round. She’s too distracted to sleep. The shuffling of Barns down the hall keeps her awake.

She was sensitive to the things around her – blood, flesh, and bone specifically. And from the room Barns was staying the night in, she could sense the tension and unease in his blood.

All her life, it is as if she has a constant 3D scan of every living creature near her. Respectively, she could sense Barns’ frustration as he rolls around in the sheets.

She rises from her bed, shocking even herself. She isn’t ready to step fully out of her comfort zone, but she was willing to get her feet wet.

Before she knows it, she’s standing at the door to her spare bedroom. She taps lightly on the door three times.

“Hello?” she says, keeping her voice quiet.

“I’m awake, Haima. What’s up?”

Barns eyes widen as she pushes open the door. She stands in the doorway, her hair tussled from laying in the bed. She’s wearing somewhat see-through black nightwear, covering herself just barely. Her long and slender legs shine pale in the speckled moonlight that seeps in from the window.

“You really are a horny menace, aren’t you?” she says, catching her teeth on her bottom lip. It was dark, but Barns could see she was looking right at him.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” she continues. “It’ll help you sleep.”

Barns gasps. Her words would have excited him, had he not already been raring to go.

“Fuck yeah.”

Haima smiles sweetly. “I’ve never done this before. With my powers, there’s a non-zero chance your manhood will explode – and not in a good way.”

“Eh…how big of a chance? We talking 50/50?”

Haima shrugs. “Want to find out?”

“Yes.”

Haima sits on the edge of the bed, and she puts her hand on Barns’ throat. Her touch is gentle, though she gives his neck a little bit of a squeeze.

“This is…not quite what I imagined…” he says nervously.

“Shh. Just enjoy it, Barns. And try not to move too much.”

She activates her Secret Art. Every muscle in Barns’ body tenses for a brief second before he becomes limp – everywhere but between his legs. He feels the blood rush out of his head and into his groin, engorging him further than he’d ever been. He can’t help himself as intense pleasure coats his entire being, and his leg twitches involuntarily under the sheets.

The blood and meat of his body harmonize together in ways that words struggle to describe – a telepathic full-body stimulation while he himself has no control of his body, other than his muscle spasms, he cannot move an inch.

His breathing is immediate and uneven – Haima has to control the flow of oxygen in and out of his lungs with her power as she pleasures him. She focuses a majority of her attention on his throbbing manhood, every bit of it stimulated far deeper than any intercourse could ever provide.

Barns can’t think of anything but the psychosomatic bliss that threatens to overwhelm every one of his faculties. He’s never felt so stimulated in his life. His arousal is at its limit. Were she to apply even the slightest more power, he would release in an instant.

She tightens her hand around his throat, and the euphoria heightens to places he’d never even imagined. She grabs one of his hands and slides it under her shirt, guiding his fingertips along her belly.

Waves of ecstasy overtake him again and again in sync with his heartbeat, which grows faster and faster. He twitches again, more violently, as Haima edges him with her power. She holds him at the precipice, teasing and taunting him with the certainty of inevitable release.

She moves her hand from his neck to his chest, keeping her hand firmly planted against his skin. It’s becoming too much for Barns. She slides her hand lower, over his toned stomach. Even she has to take a deep breath as her palm slides over his muscles.

And then finally, she slides her hand down to the line of his boxers, but as she does, the pleasure intensifies to a point that Barns can no longer handle. Before she even touches his groin, he erupts into the most powerful orgasm that he could have ever conceived. As soon as he begins to release, she pulls her hand away from him and undoes her Secret Art.

He immediately thrusts upward, all four limbs flailing in delightful madness. He moans at the top of his lungs, loud enough to wake the neighbors. Haima doesn’t mind. She watches his climax with intrigued curiosity.

‘If only he’d lasted longer,’ she thinks to herself. ‘I was just about to make things really fun.’

Barns crumples, wet and disoriented, still releasing echoes of pleasure in his vocalizations. She peels his hand from her thigh and places it on the mattress next to him.

He looks into her eyes, but doesn’t say a word. He’s forgotten how to talk in the moment. Haima blinks back at him in the dark before a slight curl crosses her lips. “That’s just with one hand,” she snickers. “Imagine what else we could get up to.”

She steps out of the room, closing the door behind her. “Have a good night, Barns,” she says as she walks back to her room.

Barns is asleep before the door closes, with the biggest smile he’s ever had plastered over his face.

…

Elsewhere, at Dimartino Castle, Clancy is also (finally) having the time of his life.

A blond prostitute sits on her knees on Clancy’s massive bed – he’s taken over Maria and Osmond’s old bedroom, and above them, the ceiling is a massive mirror. She peeks up nervously, but all she can see in the reflection is the top of Clancy’s shell.

The large crap snips the straps of her bra off, and she catches it, laughing nervously. “What a naughty crab you are!” she giggles, covering her chest.

Clancy’s face is inches from hers, his hatch-mouth quivering with bubbly foam. “SHOW GOODIES.”

The prostitute blushes and releases her hand. Her bra tumbles down, revealing her naked torso to the crab. He wraps his pincer claws around her and buries his face in her chest, spurting foam and shaking his head side to side – not the first time the distinguished crab has acted as a ‘motorboat’.

“Ooooh!” the prostitute wails. It’s a sensation she’s never quite experienced, but the cleansing foam soaking her front tingles deliciously on her soft flesh.

“INSERTION TIME.”

“Oooh-oo-h-what, wait?” she gasps. She looks down and something that resembles a claw hammer with a plated shell begins to extend. “Okay, I don’t think that’s going to work,” she says, eying it suspiciously.

“TASTE LIKE CRAB.” The foam is dripping out of Clancy’s mouth, wetter and more viscous than normal like he’s drooling.

The woman looks at it again. If she just has to put her mouth on it a little bit, she supposes, it might work…plus, crab was her favorite seafood. She hadn’t eaten any since being resurrected, on account of crab being outlawed.

“Well, fuck it,” she says, placing her mouth on whatever that is.

For Barns and Clancy both, it’s a night for the history books.