Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Caius really couldn’t absorb the answer, and was in denial instead.

"What?" Although his instincts had indeed been warning him of this possibility, which was why he was so nervous, he really didn’t think she’d reject it.

But seeing that she was only staring at him and making no gesture to explain. He closed his eyes to gather his wits, his palm on her body unconsciously tightening.

"...why?" He asked, voice sounding too croaky for his taste.

She softly touched his face, caressing it, and it did soothe him a little. "You’re a professor. It’s prohibited."

Caius frowned.

He forgot about this. He truly had.

But at the same time, he was relieved. This meant that she only rejected him for his sake, right?

"It is fine. If people don’t find out it won’t be a problem. Even if they do, my credentials can find me a good job anywhere." He said with a reassuring smile, turning her body so he could grab hold of her small shoulders.

The milky skin momentarily distracting him before he pulled himself to the seriousness of the matter.

"You don’t have to worry about me at all. I like you very much, Khalifa. We already slept together. I’ll take responsibility—"

"It’s fine, professor. I enjoyed it too." She cut him off, preventing him from saying any more love words.

More and more, Caius was becoming imbalanced, and his handsome eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"What?"

"There’s no need to feel burdened." She repeated, tone supposedly reassuring, but was doing the complete opposite instead.

He looked at her deeply, and he couldn’t find reluctance in her eyes no matter how hard he tried.

She... really didn’t want to have a relationship with him!

Cauis was obviously not expecting it.

His hold on her shook a little, and his heavy breath no longer had anything to do with lust, but more of disbelief and… despair.

His grip on her shoulders tightened unconsciously.

"Ow!"

"I-I’m sorry!" He exclaimed, and he looked heartbroken as he saw the mark he made.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her shoulder, and he hugged her.

"I’m sorry I just—why?!" He asked, burying his head into her softness. But there was no lust; he simply wanted peace and reassurance.

"Professor... I really like what we have. If you want, we can continue doing it. " She said calmly.

Too calm, Cauis thought.

He really loved her. He loved being in the same space with her, he loved sleeping with her, and he wanted to be something to her.

More importantly, he didn’t want to be her casual bed partner.

Things were going completely different from what he imagined.

In his dream they became a happy couple, they got married when she graduated, and they gave birth to one boy and one girl.

Was he too naive?

Khalifa watched as various thoughts passed by the man’s head. Based on his sweet love words the previous night, she had an idea of what he’s thinking.

But she could not give it to him.

So instead of speaking, she just wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her ample breasts against his clothed chest.

She placed comforting kisses on his lips, his cheeks, his neck, and then on his chest.

His deep frown soon turned to a dazed one as his deep brown eyes watched her kiss lower and lower until she reached his crotch.

She kneeled down on the floor and positioned her head between his legs.

This was not the first time he got a blow job, but it was the first time he felt like he was exploding at the mere sight of it.

His breath hitched as she kissed his member, abruptly pulling down his pajamas. She ran her hand up and down his length, slowly at first, and then suddenly took it all in her mouth.

His head bent back and he groaned, hand landing on the back of her head, as he felt her warm mouth pleasure him.

"Khalifa... ugh!"

Khalia skilfully played with his member, hands playing with his balls, tongue licking the horse eye and the sides, then taking as much of it inside of her mouth as she could, bobbing her head in a pumping motion.

When she suddenly sucked, and it felt like she sucked out his soul.

"Ugnh!" He couldn’t help but utter, trying to find oxygen. Then, Khalifa tilted her head up, and their eyes met. He felt like exploding.

Was it his imagination? Her black eyes were morphing to a blue-green tint.

It was gorgeous.

It didn’t take long for Cauis to ejaculate, releasing his hot semen onto her mouth.

And Khalifa gulped in as much as she could, with some of his naughty seeds escaping, dripping from the side of her mouth to her neck, and eventually the middle of her plump breasts.

The sight made Cauis crazy.

Without further ado, he grabbed her waist and he lifted her up, throwing her into the bed.

She looked at him with anticipation in her eyes and it broke his sanity to pieces.

She immediately opened her legs and slid into her warm meat sleeve.

He gasped at the unbelievable suction of her ecstasy cave, and he immediately began pumping.

He pumped his heart out, trying to vent out all his frustrations on her.

As if it would make her see clearly what she’s done to him.

Slap, slap, slap

He pistoned violently, without the past gentleness, hoping to stamp her with all his being, in hopes that she changed her mind.

He pistoned, thrusted, pumped like no tomorrow.

She moaned loudly, gripping her back, and he wanted her nails to scratch more of his skin.

More, more, more.

He changed the angle of his penetration, bending her body so that his thrust would be completely vertical, the gravity adding to his force of entry.

"Ah, ah, ahhh!" She screamed in the intensity of the lovemaking, body writhing in pleasure.

He thrusted violently, the wild squelching sounds of their combined fluids echoed in the room.

Soon—feeling the ecstasy fill his brain—his depression temporarily forgotten.