Cairo's boots scuffed against the grit as he staggered, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. Blood seeped between his fingers where he clutched his abdomen, the wound burning like a brand pressed against his skin. His vision swam, the edges blurring as the mechanical voice slithered into his mind, cold and unfeeling, 35 minutes remaining.
He didn't have time to think. Didn't have time to breathe.
His knees hit the ground first, the impact jarring up his spine, but the pain was distant, overshadowed by the searing agony in his gut. He collapsed beside her, Eden, her body sprawled half-conscious against the alley wall, one leg bent at an awkward angle, her dress riding high up her thighs. The blue lace of her panties was barely there, just a thin strip of fabric with a silk ribbon at the waist, already damp with something more than sweat. Her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythms, her perky tits straining against the low-cut neckline of her dress, the fabric clinging to her skin. The scent of vodka and something floral, her perfume, clung to her, thick and intoxicating.
Cairo's fingers twitched against his wound, the blood slick and warm. The voice in his head didn't waver. Survival requires sex with her.
His stomach twisted. Disgust. Desperation. The two warred inside him, but the timer didn't care. 34:52… 34:51…
He swallowed hard, his throat raw. His cock was already half-hard, the traitorous thing thickening at the sight of her, at the smell of her. The system didn't give a damn about consent. It didn't give a damn about anything but the mission. And right now, the mission was her.
Eden stirred, a soft murmur escaping her lips. Her crimson eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused, her lashes dark against her flushed cheeks. "Nngh… the fuck?" Her voice was slurred, thick with alcohol, her words bleeding together. She blinked up at him, her brow furrowing. "Who… what the fuck…?"
Cairo didn't answer. He couldn't. His hands trembled as he reached for her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. She was warm. Too warm. His touch made her jump, her body tensing beneath him, but she was slow to react, her movements sluggish. "The hell you… mmph…" Her protest died as he shoved her thighs apart, the fabric of her panties tearing with a sharp rip as he yanked them aside.
Her pussy was right there. Wet. Glistening in the dim, sickly light of the alley, her lips swollen and flushed, already slick with arousal. The sight of it made his cock jerk, the head leaking pre-cum as it throbbed against his zipper. He didn't have time to undress. Didn't have time to think. His fingers fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the silence as he freed himself, his cock springing out, thick and veiny, the tip already wet.
Eden's breath hitched as he pressed against her, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. "W-wait… what…?" Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging in, but her grip was weak, her strength sapped by alcohol. She tried to push him back, but he didn't budge. Couldn't budge. The timer in his skull ticked down. 33:10… 33:09…
He thrust inside her in one rough motion, her tight, wet heat swallowing him whole.
"… FUCK!" Eden's back arched off the ground, her nails raking down his back as he bottomed out inside her. She was tight, her walls clenching around his cock, her body resisting even as her pussy dripped around him. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure-pain up his spine, his balls already heavy with the need to cum. He groaned, the sound guttural, animalistic, as he pulled back and slammed into her again.
"W-what the hell…?" Eden's voice was breathless, her words broken by gasps as he fucked her, his hips snapping against hers with brutal precision. Her tits bounced with every thrust, the neckline of her dress stretched taut over her nipples, the fabric damp with sweat. She was confused, her brows knitted together, but her body betrayed her—her pussy fluttering around his cock, her thighs trembling as he pounded into her.
"S-stop… ah!... just… nngh…" Her protests dissolved into moans, her head tipping back against the alley wall as he hit something deep inside her. Her hands clawed at him, one gripping his hair, the other digging into his shoulder, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. "What the fuck are you… mmph…"
Cairo didn't answer. Couldn't answer. His focus narrowed to the slick, obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together, the way her pussy gripped him like a vice, the way her breath came in sharp, needy gasps. The pain in his abdomen was still there, but it was distant now, overshadowed by the raw, primal need coursing through him. The system's voice was a steady hum in his skull. 28:47… 28:46…
Eden's eyes fluttered, her lashes dark against her flushed skin. She was sobering up, the alcohol burning off as adrenaline and pleasure warred inside her. Her hips rocked against his, her body moving in instinctive rhythms, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "Fuck… just… ah!... tell me… nngh…what you're… mmph…"
She yanked him down, her mouth crashing against his in a bruising kiss. Her lips were soft, her tongue hot and insistent as it tangled with his, tasting of vodka and something sweet, cherry lip gloss. She kissed him like she was drowning, her teeth nipping at his lower lip as she whimpered into his mouth. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"
Cairo groaned against her lips, his cock twitching inside her as her pussy clenched around him. He couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers bruising as he lifted her slightly, changing the angle, driving deeper. Her gasp was muffled against his mouth, her body shuddering as he hit that spot inside her again and again.
"Oh… fuck… fuck…" Eden's nails dug into his scalp, her thighs locking around his waist as her back arched. Her pussy fluttered, her walls rippling around his cock, her orgasm building, inevitable. "I… I don't… ah!... don't stop…"
Cairo's vision blurred at the edges, his balls drawing up tight, his cock swelling inside her. He was close. So close. The timer counted down. 19:52… 19:51… His breath came in ragged bursts, his skin slick with sweat, his muscles burning with exertion. Eden's moans filled the alley, her body writhing beneath him, her tits pressing against his chest as she clung to him.
Then—
[Survival confirmed. Host stabilized]
The voice cut through his thoughts like a blade.
Cairo froze.
His cock was buried to the hilt inside her, her pussy still clenching around him, her body trembling on the edge of release. But the pain, the pain was gone. He ripped his hand away from his abdomen, his breath hitching as he looked down. The wound was closed, blue energy shimmering over it. No blood. No torn flesh. Just smooth, unbroken skin, as if he'd never been injured at all.
Eden's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto his. The haze of alcohol and pleasure was gone, replaced by sharp, furious clarity. "What the fuck just happened?" Her voice was steady now, her words precise, each one laced with venom. She shoved at his chest, her strength returning as the last of the alcohol burned off. "Get the hell off me!"
Cairo didn't move. Couldn't move. His cock was still hard inside her, his body unwilling to let go even as his mind reeled. The timer in his skull had reset. The countdown was gone. The mission, complete.
For now.
Eden's hands flew to his shoulders again, her nails digging in as she glared up at him. "I said get off, you sick fuck…!" She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him, but he was still buried deep, his cock twitching at the movement. A fresh wave of arousal pulsed through him, his body responding to the friction, the heat of her.
He pulled out slowly, his cock dragging against her sensitive walls, making her gasp. A thick string of cum dripped from her pussy as he withdrew, her thighs slick with their combined arousal. The sight of it made his cock jerk, his balls aching with the need to finish, but the system's voice had gone silent. The urgency was gone.
For now.
Cairo slumped against her, his body suddenly heavy, the adrenaline crash hitting him like a freight train. His chest heaved, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he tried to process what had just happened. Eden's body was warm beneath him, her skin flushed, her dress still hitched up around her waist. She was beautiful. Even like this, disheveled, furious, her lipstick smeared, she was stunning.
And she was pissed.
"You… " Her voice trembled, but not with fear. With rage. "You raped me."
The words hit him like a physical blow. His stomach twisted, guilt and shame warring with the lingering remnants of the system's commands. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Eden didn't wait for an answer. She shoved him again, harder this time, and this time, he let her push him off. He collapsed onto his back beside her, his cock still hard, still leaking, his body still humming with unfinished need. The alley was silent except for their ragged breathing, the distant hum of traffic from the street beyond.
Eden sat up slowly, her hands shaking as she yanked her dress down, her fingers fumbling with the torn fabric of her panties. She didn't look at him. Didn't want to look at him. But when she finally did, her eyes were fire.
"You're gonna tell me what the hell that was," she hissed, her voice low and deadly. "Or so help me God, I'll make you regret it."
Cairo swallowed hard. He should regret it. Should be horrified. But he didn't, even worse he felt good like he wanted to complete what he had started.
But he was out of harms way and that was all that mattered.