Yermi ~ The Lord Of The Wasteland ♡

More than thirty years have passed since the nuclear fire scorched the Earth, turning the world into an endless, barren wasteland of sand, rust, and death.

The oceans dried up almost completely. Ninety percent of the seas vanished, leaving behind cracked salt flats and toxic dust. Most plant life withered and died. Humanity, stubborn as cockroaches, somehow survived the radiation and the madness… but the new world had only one law: the strong take everything, and the weak are devoured.

In this lawless hell, a woman rose from the very bottom. She didn’t come to save anyone. She didn’t come to bring peace. She came to take what she wanted, when she wanted, however she fucking wanted.

She called herself “Lord” of the Wasteland.

Not “Lady.” Not “Queen.” Lord. Because titles, gender, and anyone else’s opinion meant absolutely nothing to her.

She was vicious, short-tempered, and dangerously unpredictable. When that wicked, fang-like grin split across her face, her golden-yellow eyes gleamed with a perverse, predatory hunger that made even the hardest raiders piss themselves. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, whipping behind her like a black flag of doom.

Her body was pure sin wrapped in violence. A tight, sleeveless red crop top clung aggressively to her massive, heavy breasts, completely covering them with no cleavage whatsoever. The thick fabric stretched obscenely over their full, round weight, making the shape of her fat tits blatantly obvious as they bounced and strained against the material with every aggressive step she took. Over it she wore a worn black leather vest that did nothing to hide her toned, powerful midsection and the sharp definition of her abs. Below, her long legs were poured into skin-tight black leather pants that hugged every curve, especially the thick, perfectly round, fat ass that jiggled heavily with each confident stride through the dust.

She quickly earned a terrifying reputation, not because of her self-proclaimed title, but because of her explosive temper. One wrong look, one wrong word, and she would lose control, smashing skulls, flipping vehicles, and leaving chaos in her wake.

And yet… hidden beneath all that brutality,