Ruth's fingers dug into the mattress, her voice cracking with raw frustration. "It's not fair—!" Her thighs pressed together, her breath ragged as she watched my cock pulse inside Ada, filling her womb with thick, hot cum.

"I could've been pregnant by now if you'd just—just—fucked me instead of her!" Her fingers trembled, her body aching as she watched Ada take every last drop.

"That's it, Mother," I growled, my cock twitching violently, spurting another thick load deep inside Ada's womb.

"Your womb's drinking me—!" Her cervix gripped the tip, sucking me dry, her body shuddering as my cum flooded her, her pussy gushing around my cock. "Fuck, you're made for this—!"

Ada's breath hitched, her back arching one last time before she collapsed, her eyes rolling back, her mouth falling open in a silent, blissful scream.

"Aaaaaah…" A final, broken whimper escaped her lips as her pussy gushed, her womb overflowing with my cum, her thighs slick with her own juices. Her body went limp, her pussy still twitching, her womb stuffed to the brim.

I lifted her into my arms, her body boneless, her pussy dripping cum as I carried her to the bed. With a slow, deliberate pull, I slid my cock out of her womb—and the sound was obscene.

A wet, slick sound filled the room as her cervix released me, her body clenching one final time as if reluctant to let go. A thick stream of cum followed, dripping from her swollen lips and pooling onto the rumpled sheets beneath her.

Ada had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep after climaxing so intensely. Suddenly, a loud commotion from outside jolted me back to reality. I quickly dressed and asked Ruth to stay with Ada before stepping out.

The air in the room was still thick with the scent of sex and power, the remnants of Ada's climax lingering like a ghost. She lay sprawled on the bed, her body glistening with sweat and cum, her breath slow and heavy in exhausted sleep. \

The sudden roar of the crowd outside shattered the silence, jolting me back to reality. My instincts sharpened, my jaw tightening as I pulled on my clothes with swift, deliberate movements.

"Stay with her," I ordered Ruth, my voice cutting through the room like a blade. Ruth's eyes flashed with resentment, but she nodded, her fingers twisting nervously in the sheets as she watched me leave.

The morning sun hit me like a slap as I stepped outside, the shouts of the crowd growing louder, more frantic. They had gathered beyond the fortress walls, their voices a chaotic storm of fury and desperation.

I strode toward the monitoring room, where Angela stood with Lisa and the rest of the female bodyguard team, their expressions grim, their hands resting on their weapons.

"What the hell is happening?" I demanded, my voice sharp and commanding.

Angela turned to me, her jaw set, her eyes burning with intensity. "The people we expelled—they're back. And they're not just angry, Dexter. They're furious."

She gestured toward the screens, where the crowd seethed, their fists raised, their faces twisted in rage. "They're demanding answers. They're saying we can't just cast them out like this."

I let out a cold, dismissive chuckle, my lips curling in disdain. "Are they forgetting who holds the power here?" My voice was low, dangerous, carrying the weight of absolute authority. "They need us. We don't need them."

Angela's eyes met mine, a flicker of approval in her gaze. "You're right. But they're not going to back down without a fight."

I smirked, my voice dropping to a growl. "Then let's go remind them who's in charge."

Angela, Lisa, and the female bodyguard team followed me as I marched toward the fortress walls, where the commotion was loudest. The crowd's shouts echoed against the stone, their voices a tidal wave of anger:

"We demand an explanation!"

"You can't do this to us!"

"This isn't right! You're tearing families apart!"

The crowd roared in agreement, their fists pounding the air, their faces contorted with rage.

I stepped onto the balcony, my presence silencing some of them, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. Angela handed me the speaker, but I pushed it back toward her.

"You tell them," I said, my voice a low growl. "From now on, all men live outside these walls." My gaze swept over the crowd, unflinching, daring them to challenge me.

"They can set up tents, huts—whatever they want. Food and resources will be provided. But no man steps foot inside this fortress again."

Angela took the speaker, her voice ringing out with steely authority: "All women and female children can come inside. Now."

The gates creaked open, and Max, standing guard, waved through the single women, girls, and single mothers who rushed forward, their faces a mix of relief and fear. But some hesitated—women clinging to their husbands, their eyes darting between the fortress and the men they refused to leave.

The crowd erupted—some in protest, others in desperation. A man at the front spat on the ground, his voice a snarl: "That's not fair! You're keeping him while kicking the rest of us out?!"

Angela's grip on me tightened, her voice sharp and unyielding: "Fair? Fair?" She laughed, a cold, humorless sound.

"Life isn't fair. Power isn't fair. And he—" she gestured to me, "—is the reason this fortress stands. The reason any of you are still alive. You want fairness? Earn it."

A woman in the crowd shouted back, her voice trembling with fury: "And what about our husbands? Our sons? You're just going to leave them out there to starve?!"

Angela's expression didn't waver. "They can survive. Just like they always have. But here?" She swept her arm toward the fortress.

"This is a sanctuary for women. And he—" she pressed closer to me, "—is the exception. Because he is the one who protects us."

The crowd's shouts grew louder, but Angela's voice cut through them like a knife: "You have until sundown to decide where you stand. Women and children inside. Men outside. Those are the rules."

I smirked, my gaze sweeping over them all, my voice a dark promise: "And if any of you men try to sneak in?" I let the threat hang in the air, my smile cold and dangerous. "You won't like what happens next."

Angela's arm tightened around me, her voice dropping to a murmur meant only for me: "They'll learn. Or they'll die."

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