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Chapter 20 by Verdant_Hatchling Verdant_Hatchling

A scream of pleasure rang out.

It was heard by all, but especially Alice…

In the midst of the darkness of the night, Desmond and Evelynn were in the midst of coital bliss, and Esrin herself was caught up in her own self satisfying actions, while the entire time, Alice Hartiggee, only slightly jealous, of course, had her ear planted against the sliding door for a decent amount of the night, hearing a great deal of moans resonating through the steel of the door, as she suddenly was interrupted by a truly unexpected event.

As she helplessly sat in front of the door, it slid open quietly, as a muscular arm gingerly grabbed Alice’s form, hoisting her upon his shoulder, as Desmond walked her back to the mattress pile.

And sitting upon it waiting, Evelynn, who’d heard Alice peeping from the beginning. Present the entire time, but, similarly to the earlier scenario with Esrin, Evelynn had absolutely no worries upon her mind, as she directly told Desmond to invite her in.

And Desmond, in a manner somewhat similar to their prewar antics, grabbed Alice from her peeping spot, letting the door slowly slide shut with a light shutter, before he gently laid her beside Evelynn, “Hey Alice…”

“Hey Desmond.” A sly smile was atop Alice’s face, as she looked back at the prominent visage of the man, only somewhat recognizable, as her breath was caught in her throat, she tried speaking, but found no words could come out. Before her squadron, she must remain their steadfast leader, stalwart and strong. But that visage was on the verge of collapsing entirely, overwhelmed by the time passed. “How long has it been?” As she said this, she laid her head against Desmond’s shoulder, before she sighed a heavy sigh.

As Desmond sat there, Alice on one shoulder, Evelynn on his other, he looked around, before reaching an arm out, grabbing Elyrah from her spot, and sitting her on his lap, which, while not inherently sexual, was definitely a great starting point for the excited Elyrah, as Desmond responded to the Alice’s question, “Well… It’s been about twenty three… wait, actually, twenty four…” He stopped a moment, before continuing, a dark expression present, “It was two years before the bombs… Wait, why weren’t you at the Vault?”

“The veteran’s Vault… I never got an invitation, but when the bombs dropped, I was lucky enough to have found a bunker that took me in, and before long, I’d become the leader of this ragtag group, though we like to think we’re still a part of a military, something that could restructure, but I… I know those are just merely dreams. America might as well be as good as gone…” She curled up closer into Desmond’s arm, as she simply sat there, tears on the verge of breaking free from her eyes.

As Desmond had heard her words, he slowly fell into a semi complete state of rest, very nearly ****, not from exertion, but merely for the ease of rest.

Evelynn, listening along the entire time, was sympathetic, with her own long past, distant memories coming to her mind, as she reached over, easily avoiding disturbing Elyrah’s now sleeping form, as she grasped ahold of Alice’s arm, and with an utterly lacking care for the situation, pulled Alice across from her, leaving Alice sprawled over, ass up over his legs, as Evelynn let loose a sly grin, as she leaned into Alice’s ear, and whispered, “Dear Alice…? You intend to go further with dear Desmond, don’t you? Well… Go ahead.” As she said this, she let out a slight chuckle, as she nestled her hand atop Alice’s head, bringing her face slowly to her own, as she placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, before lightly slapping Desmond’s thigh, shaking him awake from his short-term slumber.

“Huhh…?” Desmond asked dumbly, looking around, before finding Alice’s ready, though still clothed, bottom, as well as the sly, loving grin of Evelynn currently in the passionate processes, leaving Alice in a heaving fit, strands of blissful drool pooling forth from Evelynn’s efforts.

As Alice’s head slowly lulled about, it turned, as she simply gazed at Desmond, awaiting his next move, as she lackadaisically nodded her approval, sputtering out a few pleading words.

“Desmond…”

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