The Doctrine

The world burned out and four siblings locked the last power grid inside these walls. Small Hands, Nade Nasty, Logan Xander, and Codey Steele keep the food flowing, the lights bright, the doors armed. They believe the future will only be written one child at a time, and they breed like it's written law. When Ava Amira, Lexi Luna, Lilly Bell, Octavia Red, Remy LaCroix, and Rissa May slip through the gate, they learn fast: safety is traded for open thighs. No debate. Strip down, swell up, spit the seed out in eight months or back into the wasteland you walk. The sisters fuck their brothers whenever the mood hits, not a curtain moved. Moans rattle the aluminum walls like sniper fire. Sweat-soaked thighs slap on cold metal cots while generators hum underneath. Breasts swell and bellies round; a woman can either swallow the load and spread wider or spend another night with nothing but the click of the deadbolt and the howl outside. Flesh against flesh in dim light becomes the new stock market; the women trade favor for a second helping of warmth. Orders arrive sharp as needle pricks: ride the cock or freeze. The eggs each woman ovulates hit steel before daylight, and the entire compound reeks of raw fucking—salt and musk and the thick promise of something new clawing its way up from the ruins.