TWD: Harem of the Apocalypse - Rhythm, Blood and Survival

"...pick this up later," Atlas finished, his voice a low rumble. He glanced at Carley, a promise of more to come flashing in his eyes before he turned to lead the group onward.

Carley followed close behind, her mind reeling from the sudden interruption. She couldn't believe they'd gotten so carried away, especially in front of the others. But damn, the way Atlas touched her, the hunger in his gaze...it had been intoxicating.

As they walked, the group's discomfort was palpable. No one spoke, the only sounds the crunch of gravel beneath their feet and the distant moans of the undead. Carley could feel their stares, could sense their disapproval.

Finally, Mark broke the silence. "Look, we're all stressed and tired. Let's just try to get some rest, okay? We can deal with...whatever this is later."

There was a general murmur of agreement, though Carley noticed Kenny shooting Atlas a wary glance. She wondered if the others suspected the depth of attraction between them, or if they simply found the whole thing repulsive.

As they neared a dilapidated warehouse, Glenn called out, "Alright, looks like our temporary home for the night. Let's get settled and try to get some shut-eye."

Carley nodded, her exhaustion suddenly hitting her like a ton of bricks. She followed the others inside, Atlas close behind.

Inside the dimly lit warehouse, the group began to settle in for the night. Carley made her way to a stack of crates, pulling a few aside to create a makeshift bed. Atlas joined her, his presence a comforting warmth despite the chilly air.

Without a word, he reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he helped arrange the crates. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine, reigniting the flames of desire that had been building earlier.

As the others drifted off to sleep, Carley and Atlas remained awake, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Finally, Atlas spoke, his voice low and husky. "You know, I never got to finish what I started with you out there."

Carley's breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. "Maybe we should save it for another time," she whispered, even as her body yearned for his touch.

Atlas chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "I don't think I can wait that long, sweetheart." With that, he pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about his intentions.

As they lost themselves in each other, the sounds of the sleeping group faded into the background, replaced by the heavy panting and soft moans of two people consumed by lust and longing.

In the dimly lit warehouse, Carley and Atlas moved with deliberate slowness, their bodies entwined in a sensual dance. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and decay, but all Carley could focus on was the musky aroma of Atlas' skin, the earthy tang of his arousal.

Atlas' hands roamed over her curves, mapping every dip and swell with reverent fingertips. Carley arched into his touch, her breath catching as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, already stiff with desire. "God, you feel incredible," he murmured, his voice a low, husky purr.

Carley's own hands explored the expanse of Atlas' chest, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath his skin. She traced the lines of his tattoos, marveling at the intricate designs that covered his arms. "These are beautiful," she breathed, her fingers dancing over the ink.

Atlas captured her wandering hand, bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss. "Thank you," he said, his eyes locking with hers. "But I prefer your touch even more."

With that, he guided her hand lower, until her fingers brushed against the straining bulge in his pants. Carley gasped, her core clenching at the evidence of his desire. "Atlas," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye.

"Patience, sweetheart," Atlas purred, his fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of her shirt. "We've got all night."

As he peeled back the fabric, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin, Carley's breath hitched. Atlas' gaze raked over her, drinking in the sight of her pert breasts, the rosy peaks already hardened with arousal.

"You're stunning," he breathed, leaning in to capture a nipple between his lips. He suckled gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Carley's hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as she rocked her hips against his thigh. The friction was delicious, stoking the fires of her desire higher with each passing second.

Atlas released her breast with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I want to taste every inch of you," he growled, his hands sliding down to hook under her skirt.

Carley's legs trembled as he lifted the fabric, exposing her lace-clad pussy to the cool air of the warehouse. Atlas' fingers danced along the edge of her panties, teasing her slick folds.

"Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need you inside me."

Atlas chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "Not yet, baby. I want to savor this moment, make it last."

With a wicked grin, Atlas dipped his head, his hot breath wafting over Carley's sensitive flesh as he nuzzled her inner thighs. His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate lace of her panties before he hooked his fingers in the sides and slowly dragged them down her legs.

Carley's skin prickled with goosebumps as the cool air hit her exposed sex. She spread her thighs wider, inviting Atlas to explore further. He obliged, his eyes locked on her glistening pink folds as he leaned in to taste her.

The first swipe of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity through her body. Carley cried out, her fingers digging into Atlas' scalp as he delved deeper, lapping at her clit and probing her entrance with a skilled mouth.

"Atlas, oh god," she panted, her hips bucking against his face as he worked her into a frenzy. "Just like that..."

He hummed in approval, the vibration adding to the onslaught of sensation. Carley's walls clenched, her orgasm building rapidly as Atlas continued his relentless assault.

Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her aching and empty. Carley whimpered in protest, but Atlas just smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not yet, sweetheart. I want to hear you scream my name when you come undone."

With that, he dove back in, his tongue plunging deep as he sucked her clit between his lips.

Carley's world narrowed to the point of Atlas' tongue, the exquisite pressure and movement driving her to the brink of madness. She keened, her voice echoing off the warehouse walls as she struggled to breathe through the intense pleasure.

Atlas' hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her quivering flesh. His fingers dug into her skin, the slight pain mixing with the overwhelming bliss to push her closer to the edge.

"Atlas, please!" Carley sobbed, her thighs trembling around his head. "I can't...I'm going to..."

With a final, brutal thrust of his tongue, Atlas sent her hurtling over the precipice. Carley's back arched, her cry of ecstasy ringing out as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over her.

Through it all, Atlas held firm, his mouth never leaving her spasming sex as he drank in her release. When the aftershocks finally subsided, he gentled his ministrations, licking her clean with tender strokes.

As Carley floated back to reality, she collapsed against Atlas, her body limp and sated. He lifted her easily, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to their makeshift bed of crates.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead as he laid her down. "Now, let's get some rest."