Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Heather: To thank everyone for the support (especially the lovely ANGELS who gave Golden Tickets), I decided to upload chapters in advance! This and the next R-18 chapter was supposed to be uploaded on July 1.

But who told you to be so awesome.

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City G, Twenty Years Prior

The seven-year-old Cauis excitedly ran towards his parents’ room, holding a colorful piece of paper filled with his glorious drawings.

But as he opened he saw his parent’s mouths were connected?

"Eewww!" He yelled covering his eyes, cringing.

His mother giggled and his father walked towards him, laughing and ruffling his head.

"You won’t feel that way when you find your future wife."

"Do I have to exchange saliva with them? Ewwwww…"

The couple looked at their silly son with a smile. "This is called kissing. And you only kiss girls you really like, one you intend to marry, you know?"

Cauis had no idea what his old man was saying. "Then how did you find mom?"

"When I felt like I could have a home with her—a happy one—I knew she was the one."

He looked dreamy and his mother went to hug them both.

"Aww, I love you honey."

"Love you too, hon."

He didn’t really understand, but nodded anyway.

It wouldn’t ever be his problem, anyway.

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City B, Present Time

Khalifa woke up feeling a bit shaky on the knees. Her back was aching, and everywhere else was sore.

How many times did they do it? Three? Four?

Sure this wasn’t a big deal when she was a mage, but she was a weak normal woman right now!

Judging just by how sore she was, there should have been more after she fainted…

Much more…

Sure enough, it was the prim and proper ones that were the wildest in bed...

Her long silky hair drooped down as she sat up, her eyes still glazed from sleepiness. She should rest a bit more, she mused.

This was the sight that Caius saw as he held on his specially-prepared breakfast tray.

His brown eyes looked warmly at the woman, auburn orbs traced her beautiful naked body and the marks he made on her skin.

Ah, what to do, he wanted to fuck her again.

"Good morning, Khalifa." He said with a smile, gently placing the tray on the nightstand.

It was a classic chorizo breakfast but with fruits like grapes and strawberries. There was also fresh milk mixed with strawberries. A healthy but sweet breakfast, just for her.

Her eyes widened at the food and she almost drooled. Caius smiled at the sight. One of the things he found out about her was her fascination with food, and he was bent on associating himself with it in her heart, to increase his importance.

Not to mention, she wasn’t able to eat dinner last night. This made him feel extremely guilty.

She took the utensils and hurriedly ate. She was taking quick bites, but her movements were fluid and beautiful.

However, she was still in a rush and he could see some bread crumbs sticking cutely on the side of her mouth.

He sat down next to her on the bed, watching her eat, eyes never leaving her figure, and with pupils dilated, filled with love and obsession.

He had no family since he was a kid. With her, he could see himself building one.

"Thank you for the food!" She smiled and his eyes stayed on her lips with bread crumbs sticking.

He leaned down and licked it off, looking at her adorable surprised look, he dived in again, to capture her whole mouth.

This must be the most delicious breakfast he had ever eaten.

Their tongues danced and played for a while, with his hand grabbing her shapely breast. He rubbed it into various shapes, feeling its fullness with the cup of his hands.

Soon their breathing stagnated and the atmosphere became too hot for clothing.

Granted, only Cauis was clothed, and he was tempted to take it off completely.

However, as a mature grown man, he couldn’t just take off his clothes as he felt like it. He wasn’t someone who let his lust rule his mind.

He didn’t want her to have this lowly impression of him.

Instead, he separated from her, and simply carried her with his huge palm on her waist and carried her so she sat on him.

As she escaped from the partial cover of the blanket, he couldn’t help but admire his work.

His large warm palm caressed her thighs, rubbing in a sensual motion, rising up to her stomach and then once again her breasts.

She scooted closer to him in response, sighing in comfort.

He took a deep breath and his hand moved from his breast and he cupped her face with his palm.

Looking at her tenderly, he asked her: "I like you very much, Khalifa. Do you like the Professor as well?"

Khalifa blinked at him, as if wondering why he stopped the caresses, and didn’t answer immediately.

She paused for a while, but she nodded in the end and he felt exhilarated at her answer.

It felt like he was swimming in a hot spring on a cold winter night.

His hand rewarded her with hotter caresses, his palm rubbing her breasts to different shapes, his fingers playing with her nipple.

She buried her pretty head in his wide shoulder, rubbing on him, her beautiful exposed neck asking for bites.

He leaned down to kiss her shoulder, licking his way up her neck and her sensitive ears.

"Hmmnn…"

He smiled, but his heart was raised as he proceeded to ask her the next question.

He didn’t know why, but he felt that something so obvious—their relationship—needed confirmation.

A little breathless, with his warm breath blowing her ears, "You are the professor’s girlfriend from now on, okay?"

She blinked and for a moment he thought she didn’t hear him properly, so he repeated it with a smile.

"Be my girlfriend." He said. Although he was a little nervous, this was an obvious thing. After all, they slept with each other!

He was never casual, and nowhere in his imagination would he think Khalifa was otherwise.

But... against all expectations, she shook her head instead.

At that moment, the metaphorical feeling of swimming in a hot spring disappeared, and he felt like he was doused in cold water instead.