The warehouse was deathly quiet. Jason crept between towering metal shelves, his rifle at the ready. Somewhere in this maze of crates and abandoned machinery, a family of four was being held hostage by a group of raiders. According to the intel Nia had provided, they'd been kidnapped from their home three days ago.
Jason paused at an intersection, listening. A faint whimper echoed from somewhere to his left. He moved toward it, each step carefully placed to avoid making noise. The concrete floor was cold beneath his boots.
He rounded a corner and spotted them—a man and woman tied to chairs, two children huddled on the floor beside them. Three armed men paced around them, arguing in hushed tones.
"We should just kill them and take what they have," one said.
"Not until we find out if there are others," another replied.
Jason assessed the situation with clinical precision. Three targets. Hostages in the line of fire. Limited cover. He'd need to be quick, accurate, and ruthless.
He took a deep breath and stepped into view, firing twice in rapid succession. The first raider dropped before he could react. The second managed to turn, eyes widening in surprise before Jason's bullet caught him in the chest.
The third dove for cover, returning fire. Bullets pinged off metal shelving as Jason rolled behind a crate. He counted the shots—six, seven, eight—then heard the telltale click of an empty magazine.
Jason rose from cover and fired once. The man collapsed.
Silence fell over the warehouse again, broken only by the terrified whimpering of the children.
Jason approached the family, keeping his weapon lowered but ready. He cut their bonds with his knife, speaking in calm, measured tones.
"You're safe now. I'm not going to hurt you."
The father clutched his children close, nodding gratefully. "Thank you. We thought we were dead."
After ensuring they could make it to safety, Jason watched them leave. Then he turned back to survey the scene. Three bodies. Three men who would never hurt anyone again.
He felt... nothing. No nausea. No trembling hands. Just a cool, detached sense of accomplishment. The job was done.
"You've done well, Jason."
He turned to find Nia standing behind him. Not just a voice this time, but her full avatar—the form she took in his dreams. Tall, with long colurful hair and striking features that somehow combined warmth and efficiency.
"No hesitation," she continued, her expression pleased. "You're ready."
Jason looked at her, a bit stunned. "Ready? You really think so?"
"I do." Nia nodded confidently. "Your physical capabilities are at optimal levels. Your psychological responses have stabilized. Your tactical decision-making is sound." She smiled. "I'll notify the others. It's time. You can leave the bunker next day."
Jason turned back to look at the bodies of the men he'd killed, then at the empty chairs where the family had been tied.
"Part of me thought this day would never come," he said quietly.
"It has. And you're prepared." Nia placed a hand on his shoulder—intangible yet somehow comforting. "The world out there isn't what it was. But neither are you."
"I guess not," Jason agreed.
"Rest now," Nia said. "Tomorrow, we will talk to your family ."
The warehouse began to fade around them, dissolving into darkness as Jason's consciousness drifted toward waking.
His last thought before the dream ended was simple: it was time to see what remained of the world.
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Jason woke with a start, his heart steady despite the intensity of the dream. The warehouse simulation had felt so real—the weight of the rifle, the echo of gunshots, the metallic smell of blood. But as he blinked at the familiar ceiling of his bunker bedroom, he felt oddly grounded.
He dressed quickly, Nia's interface displaying his vitals in the corner of his vision. All normal.
"Good morning, Jason," she chimed. "Your sleep cycle was highly efficient."
"Morning, Nia."
In the dining area, everyone had already gathered. Elaine was pouring coffee while Lily and Marissa chatted about something that made them both laugh. Richard sat at his usual spot, tablet in hand, mentally elsewhere as always.
"Good morning, everyone," Jason and Nia said almost in unison as he took his seat.
They looked happy, relaxed—unaware that their carefully constructed routine was about to change forever. Jason reached for the toast, watching his family with quiet affection.
Today was the day he'd tell them he was leaving.
"Sleep well?" Elaine asked, passing him a plate.
Jason nodded. "Better than usual, actually."
"Your vitals showed excellent REM patterns," Richard commented without looking up from his tablet. "The neural pathways are stabilizing nicely."
Marissa rolled her eyes. "Could we maybe not discuss Jason's brain patterns over breakfast?"
"What? It's fascinating data," Richard replied.
Lily smiled at Jason, reaching under the table to squeeze his hand. "You seem different today. More... settled."
"I feel it too," Jason admitted, taking a bite of food.
They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the routine motions of breakfast a stark contrast to the weight of what hung unspoken between them. Jason was halfway through his meal when he heard Nia's voice coming from his watch and realized that the critical moment had come.
"Jason has completed training," Nia's voice announced clearly from the device. "He is ready. It's time for him to go outside."
The room went instantly still. Elaine's coffee cup froze halfway to her lips. Richard looked up sharply from his tablet. Marissa's eyes widened. Lily's fork slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against her plate.
"I think so too," Richard said, breaking the silence. "He's ready."
Jason felt the tension crackling in the air as he looked at each of their faces—the fear they tried to hide, the worry they couldn't conceal.
"Just like that?" Elaine's voice was barely audible. "After so little preparation?"
"We've been preparing for this," Richard replied. "Jason's body has fully integrated with the nanovirus. His training is complete. There's nothing more to be gained by waiting."
"When?" Marissa asked, her voice tight.
Jason looked at his father, then back to the women who had become his lovers, his partners, his world. "Tomorrow morning," he said. "At dawn."
"So soon?" Lily whispered.
Richard set his tablet down with finality. "Jason, there are some final instructions you need to understand."
He leaned forward, his voice taking on the tone of a military briefing. "Initially, when you exit the bunker, connect the security cameras to our bunker system. You can do this from the panel in the basement where the bunker entrance is located. This will give us eyes outside."
Jason nodded. "Understood."
"Second, there are drones in the warehouse you can use to scout the area—but keep them away from the bunker. If someone spots one, they might track it back here."
"Makes sense."
"Your priority is reaching the lab and neutralizing A.M.O.N. Don't linger on the road. If you encounter people who need help, you can assist them if necessary, but tell them nothing about your mission or this bunker." Richard's eyes hardened. "If anyone discovers my involvement in this disaster, we'll become targets. Everyone will want us dead. No one can learn about Nia, the nanovirus, or A.M.O.N."
"What exactly do I do at the facility?" Jason asked.
"Shut down A.M.O.N. if it's still operational. Upload Nia's core programming to replace it. Erase all data connected to me. Secure any remaining nanovirus samples and research data, then bring them back here." Richard paused. "And reactivate the facility security protocols before you leave, so no one else can enter."
Marissa looked up suddenly. "What about the other bunkers you knew about? Shouldn't he check if there are survivors?"
"Not this time," Richard shook his head. "That will be a secondary mission."
"But there could be people waiting for help!" Lily protested.
"If he finds those bunkers now, carrying nanovirus samples on his back, it puts everyone at risk," Richard countered. "The samples are too valuable to risk on a reconnaissance mission. We'll plan for that afterward."
The logic was cold but sound. One by one, the women fell silent, accepting the reasoning even as their expressions showed their disappointment.
After a long moment, Lily straightened in her chair. "Then let's throw a party for him tonight," she declared. "A proper send-off."
"A party?" Richard repeated, as if the word were foreign.
"Yes, a party," Lily insisted. "With music and dancing and whatever alcohol we can spare. If Jason's going out there tomorrow, we should celebrate him tonight."
Marissa nodded, warming to the idea. "She's right. We need this—all of us."
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Elaine said softly, reaching for Jason's hand.
All eyes turned to Richard, who seemed momentarily perplexed by this emotional response to his tactical planning. But then, surprisingly, his expression softened.
"Yes," he agreed. "We should mark the occasion properly. Jason deserves a celebration before he goes."
Jason looked around at his family—this strange, broken, loving unit they'd become—and felt a surge of determination. Whatever waited for him outside, he would face it and return to them. Not just because of duty or necessity, but because in this underground shelter, against all odds, he had something worth fighting for.
"Then it's settled," Jason said, squeezing Elaine's hand. "One last night together before I see what's left of the world."
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The main room of the bunker had been transformed. Marissa and Lily had strung up Christmas lights they'd found in storage, casting the normally sterile space in a warm, golden glow. The furniture had been pushed back to create an impromptu dance floor in the center. On the sideboard, bowls of snacks sat alongside glasses and mixers. Jason couldn't remember the last time the room had felt so alive.
"Not bad for the end of the world," he said, looking around appreciatively.
Lily appeared at his side, dressed in jeans and a fitted top he hadn't seen before. "We figured if you're going out there tomorrow, we might as well remind you what you're coming back to."
The door opened and Richard entered, carrying a wooden box. He'd changed from his usual attire into dark slacks and a casual button-down shirt—as close to letting loose as Richard ever got.
"I've been saving these," he said, opening the box to reveal several bottles of premium liquor. "Seemed like the right occasion."
Elaine raised her eyebrows. "You had those all this time and never shared?"
"I was waiting for something worth celebrating," Richard replied, the hint of a smile playing at his lips.
Marissa connected her phone to the speakers, and suddenly the room filled with pulsing, energetic music—the kind that had once filled clubs and parties in the world before. The sound was startling after months of careful quiet.
They gathered around the drinks table, Richard pouring generous measures of amber liquid into glasses. For a while, they just talked—about memories from before, about funny moments in the bunker, about anything except tomorrow's mission.
Jason watched them all, memorizing their faces in this rare moment of collective joy. Nia's interface quietly cataloged his emotional response, noting elevated endorphin levels.
The music shifted to something with a heavier beat, and Marissa grabbed Jason's hand.
"Come on," she said, pulling him toward the center of the room. "You can't leave without showing us your moves."
"I don't have moves," Jason protested, but he let himself be dragged along.
Lily joined them, taking his other hand. "Everyone has moves. Some are just worse than others."
Before he knew it, Jason was sandwiched between his sisters, their bodies moving to the rhythm. He laughed, awkward at first, then gradually surrendering to the music. It felt foreign and familiar all at once—this ritual of movement and release that had once been so commonplace.
"Mom!" Lily called out. "Get over here!"
Elaine shook her head, smiling from the sidelines.
"Not a chance," she said, but Jason crossed to her and took her hands.
"If I have to embarrass myself, so do you," he said, pulling her gently into their circle.
Soon all four of them were dancing, their movements growing more fluid as the alcohol took effect. Jason felt Marissa press against him from behind, her hands on his hips. Elaine and Lily danced close in front, occasionally brushing against him in ways that were decidedly not accidental.
As they moved together, Jason directed a thought to Nia.
You know how tonight is going to end. I want to cum safely. No pregnancies. Can you change taste too?
Nia's response appeared in his visual field: Yes. It will be adjusted. It'll take 2 hours.
The dancing continued until they were breathless and flushed. They collapsed onto the couch, laughing and passing a bottle between them.
"I needed this," Elaine admitted, leaning against Jason's shoulder.
"We all did," Marissa agreed.
Richard, who had been observing from the periphery, approached Jason. "Give me the watch," he said. "I'll finalize Nia's transfer and calibrate her internal systems."
Jason unstrapped the device and handed it over. "Don't keep her too long."
"Just routine adjustments," Richard assured him, then headed toward his study.
As soon as he was gone, the atmosphere shifted subtly. Lily moved closer to Jason on the couch, her hand finding his thigh. Marissa got up to change the music to something slower, more sensual.
"Dance with me again?" she asked, extending her hand to Jason.
This time, the dancing was different. Marissa's body pressed fully against his, her movements deliberately provocative. When Lily cut in, she was equally bold, her fingers trailing up his chest as they swayed together.
Elaine watched from the couch, her eyes dark with a mixture of desire and something deeper—a mother's love transformed into something entirely new.
"You know," Lily whispered in Jason's ear, her lips brushing against his skin, "we've been talking."
"About?" Jason asked, his voice rough.
"About giving you a proper send-off," Marissa answered, appearing at his other side.
Elaine stood and crossed to them, taking Jason's hand in hers. "Come with us," she said simply.
The three women led him from the room, their destination clear. As they walked toward Elaine's bedroom, Jason felt a surge of gratitude for this strange, impossible family they'd created—and a fierce determination to return to them, no matter what waited beyond the bunker doors.
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The three women guided Jason to the bed, their laughter soft and intimate in the dim light of Elaine's bedroom. Lily's fingers traced patterns along his chest while Marissa's hands settled on his hips. Elaine's touch lingered on his shoulders, her eyes dark with promise.
"Let us unwrap you like a parting gift," Lily whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
Marissa knelt to remove his shoes, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "Tonight, we're going to drain every drop of you."
Elaine's fingers joined Lily's, helping slide the shirt from his shoulders. "You're ours tonight, Jason. No more limits."
They worked in tandem, undressing him with deliberate slowness. Each touch lingered, each brush of fingers against skin intentional. When they finally had him naked, they stepped back, admiring him with hungry eyes.
Then, one by one, they began to undress for him.
Lily went first, peeling off her clothes until she wore nothing but black thigh-high stockings and a velvet choker that accentuated the delicate line of her throat. Marissa followed, pulling her top over her head with exaggerated slowness, her full breasts bouncing free as she tossed the garment aside with a teasing smirk. Elaine was last, maintaining eye contact with Jason as she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing she'd worn absolutely nothing underneath.
"You're the most perfect things I've ever seen," Jason whispered, his voice thick with desire as he took in the sight of them. "All of you."
Lily approached him, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Then let us worship you."
She dropped to her knees first, her tongue tracing a wet path from the base of his cock up to the tip. "God, you taste different," she murmured as she tasted the precum dripping from Jason's cock, looking up at him through her lashes. "Did Nia really tweak your cum?" She licked him again, moaning softly, her tongue lingering on the sensitive underside. "Mmm... delicious. I could get addicted to this flavor."
Marissa joined her sister on the floor, her tongue flicking against the sensitive head of his cock. "He's already throbbing," she observed, her fingers wrapping around the base, squeezing gently. "Did you miss our mouths, baby? The way we take turns sucking you? I bet you thought about this every night."
Elaine knelt beside her daughters, her hands stroking Jason's thighs as she looked up at him. Her nails lightly scraped against his skin. "Tell me, Jason. Whose mouth do you want first?" She pressed her lips to his inner thigh, leaving a wet kiss. "Mine? Your sisters'? Or should we share you?"
Jason's fingers tangled in their hair, his eyes dark with arousal as he looked down at the three women worshipping him. "All of them," he growled, tightening his grip in Lily's hair. "I want to fuck your throats until I forget my name." He pulled Lily's head closer to his cock. "Open wide, sis. Show me how much you've missed me."
They took turns, each woman taking him deep into her mouth while the others licked and sucked whatever they could reach. The sight of them sharing him, moaning into each other's mouths as they passed him between them, nearly pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck... that's it..." Jason groaned, his hips jerking forward as pleasure surged through him. "Yes, Lily, take it deeper—all the way down your throat."
His fingers tightened in Lily's hair, guiding her movements as she moaned around his shaft.
"Marissa, don't stop licking my balls," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Just like that—fuck, your tongue feels amazing."
He looked down at Elaine, her lips stretched around him whenever Lily pulled back to catch her breath.
"Mom," he growled, "suck me like you want another baby. Show me how badly you need my cum down your throat."
Elaine whimpered against his skin, her eyes locked on his as she worked him with desperate hunger.
The combination of their mouths, hands, and the obscene wet sounds they made was too much. Jason came with a shout, his release flooding Elaine's mouth before she shared it with her daughters. They passed his cum between them in open-mouthed kisses, moaning as they tasted him.
"Nia really did something," Marissa said, licking her lips. "I could easily get addicted to this."
Elaine wiped a drop from the corner of her mouth. "Don't get used to it. Tonight is special."
They pushed him back onto the bed, his body still trembling from his orgasm. Marissa climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
"My turn," she announced, positioning herself over his still-hard cock. "I want him first. I've been aching for this all day."
She sank down on him without hesitation, taking him raw. Her reaction was instant—her head falling back, a long moan escaping her lips.
"Oh fuck... fuck yes," she gasped, beginning to rock her hips. "So thick. Stretch me, Jason—breed me like a good brother should."
Lily positioned herself over Jason's face, lowering her wet pussy to his mouth. "Lick me while you fuck her. Show me what that tongue can do."
Jason eagerly complied, his tongue delving between Lily's folds as Marissa rode him with increasing intensity. Elaine knelt over Jason's chest, leaning forward to kiss Marissa deeply while her hands teased Jason's nipples.
"I want you to fuck me like this too" Elaine promised, breaking the kiss to whisper in Jason's ear. "I'm going to ride my son until he begs."
Jason grunted between thrusts and licks, his hands gripping Marissa's hips tightly. "You're all insatiable. Don't stop—fuck—don't you dare stop."
"You're all mine" Jason panted, his hips driving upward to meet Marissa's downward motions.
Elaine watched them with hungry eyes. "Say it. Say our pussy belongs to you."
"All of you belong to me," Jason growled, reached out with one hand and slapped his mother's ass.
Lily watched her sister bounce on Jason's cock, her own hips grinding against his mouth. "Breed her, Jason. Watch your cum leak out of her when I ride you next."
Marissa's movements became erratic as she approached her climax. Jason could feel her tightening around him, her wetness coating his cock as she came with a series of sharp cries. The sensation of her creaming on his cock, combined with Lily grinding her orgasm on his tongue, pushed him over the edge again. He thrust upward hard, emptying himself deep inside Marissa with a muffled groan.
They shifted positions without breaking contact. Lily took Marissa's place, getting on her hands and knees while Jason positioned himself behind her. Elaine took a standing position on Lily, and Jason leaned forward to lick her as he entered Lily from behind.
Lily moaned with every inch that filled her, her back arching as she pushed herself back against him. "Fuck... raw feels so much better. Don't hold back. I want it all. Need to feel every fucking inch of you inside me."
Jason grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up hard. "You want me to cum in you? You want your brother's cum deep inside this tight pussy?"A deep, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest as he feasted on his mother's cunt.
Lily tried look back at him over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, grinning wickedly. "Duh. I don't care if Nia made it safe. Just fuck me like you're trying to get me pregnant." She gasped as he slammed into her harder. "Oh god, yes! Like that! Like you want to put a baby in me, Jason!"
"Fuck, Lily," Jason growled, his pace becoming frantic. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock."
"Don't stop," she begged, her words punctuated by sharp cries. "Fill me up. I want to feel you explode inside me!"
After Jason filled Lily with another load, both of them panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat, Elaine took her turn. She approached with hungry eyes, guiding him to sit back.
"I want to look at you," she whispered, climbing onto his lap. "I need to see your face when you're inside me."
She sat facing him, their bodies pressed close in the lotus position, her thighs wrapping around his waist as she slowly lowered herself onto him. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she took him in completely.
"God, Jason," she breathed against his ear, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You feel so perfect. So deep this way." She rolled her hips experimentally, drawing a groan from him. "Does it feel good for you too? Having your mother wrapped around you like this?"
"Make love to me, Jason," she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion. "I want to feel every inch."
As Jason pounded into Elaine, Marissa and Lily rearranged themselves on the bed. Marissa lay on her back, and Lily positioned herself above her in a 69 position. They began licking Jason's cum from each other's pussies, their moans adding to the symphony of pleasure filling the room.
He slid inside her slowly, holding her face close to his. Their coupling was different—slower, deeper, filled with whispers and kisses and soft moans.
"Look at me," Jason murmured, his breath warm against her lips. "I want to see your eyes when I'm inside you."
Elaine's fingers traced his jawline, her gaze never leaving his. "I feel so complete with you," she whispered. "Like I've been waiting for this my whole life."
He rocked into her with deliberate strokes, savoring each tremor that passed through her body. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
While they moved together, Lily and Marissa continued pleasuring each other, occasionally reaching out to touch Jason or Elaine.
"God, they look so perfect together," Lily moaned against Marissa's thigh, her fingers digging into her sister's hips.
Marissa arched her back. "My turn's coming, Lily," she panted, fingers curling into her sister's thighs. "But first—I want to taste everything." She sealed her lips around Lily's pussy and continued to suck Jason's sperm, moaning against her sister's flesh as Jason continued his slow, deep thrusts into Elaine.
"God, Marissa," Lily whimpered, watching her sister's tongue work. "The way you look right now... it's driving me crazy."
After Jason came inside his mother, flooding her with warmth that made Elaine cry out his name, it was Marissa's turn, lying on her back with her legs pulled up to her chest in the snail position. Jason knelt over her, one hand around her throat as he thrust into her with deliberate force.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, tightening his grip just enough to make her gasp. "Tell me how it feels. I want to hear every fucking detail."
"So fucking deep," Marissa choked out, her eyes rolling back as her body trembled beneath him. "You're hitting places I didn't know about before. Don't stop—please don't stop! Your cock feels so perfect inside me."
"That's it," Jason said, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear how much you need this. How much you need me."
Throughout the night, they took turns with him, each woman riding him until they were satisfied, only to return for more. No condoms separated them—just skin against skin, wet heat enveloping him again and again.
"Come in me, Jason," Elaine gasped during one of her turns, her thighs quivering as she gripped his arms. "I want to have a child from my son. Please, give me everything you have."
"Do it," she urged when she saw his hesitation. "I need to feel you pulse inside me."
"Fill my pussy," Lily demanded later, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want it dripping for hours. Don't hold back on me, Jason. I've waited too long for this."
She pressed her forehead against his, breath hot against his lips. "Make me yours. Completely yours."
"No rubber. No walls. Just you, raw," Marissa whispered, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. "I want to feel every inch, every pulse. I need you to mark me from the inside."
"God, yes," she moaned as he drove harder. "That's exactly what I need."
Jason obliged them all, his stamina enhanced by the nanovirus. Each orgasm seemed more intense than the last, leaving the women trembling and gasping beneath him.
"I'm not stopping," Jason promised, his voice rough with exertion as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Not until you're all shaking and full. Not until you can't take anymore."
Elaine looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Then ruin me, baby. Fuck your mommy until I can't walk." She pulled him down, her lips brushing his ear. "Show me what that perfect cock can really do. Break me open and fill me up."
Hours later, they finally collapsed beside him, their legs trembling, bodies slick with sweat and cum. The bed was a disaster, sheets tangled and damp, but none of them cared.
"No more condoms. Ever," Lily declared, her head resting on Jason's chest. Her fingers traced lazy circles around his nipple. "I want to feel everything from now on. Every throb, every pulse, every drop."
Marissa stretched languidly beside him, her thigh draped possessively over his. "Let's just call it your breeding right." She leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear. "It's what you were made for, isn't it? To fill us all up?"
Jason smirked, his fingers tracing patterns on her hip. "I'll make it worth it." He squeezed her ass firmly. "Every time, I'll leave you dripping."
"Promise you'll come back," Lily whispered, her voice suddenly vulnerable. Her eyes, usually so confident during sex, now shimmered with fear. "Please. I can't... I need you here."
Jason pressed a kiss to her forehead, then tilted her chin up to look directly into her eyes. "I swear. This isn't goodbye. Nothing out there could keep me from coming back to you—to all of you."
He looked at each of them, these women who had become his world. "Anything you want me to bring back?"
Lily smiled sleepily, nuzzling against his neck. "Something slutty to wear for you. Maybe something that ties up... gives you easy access to all my favorite spots."
"Books," Marissa murmured, her voice heavy with satisfaction. "And coffee. Maybe a toy or two." She bit her lip, adding, "Something we can use together, while you watch. Or join in."
Elaine's answer was the simplest. Her hand found his, fingers intertwining. "Just you, safe and warm." She kissed his shoulder. "My beautiful boy, back where you belong."
They drifted to sleep like that, skin pressed against skin, hearts full and bodies drained. Tomorrow would bring uncertainty and danger, but tonight—tonight they had each other, and it was enough.