Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Their stay in the love nest extended well until the next day, with the sun high above the sky.

While most people had gone either to work or at school, the two of them were in the house, frolicking.

Because Khalifa felt guilty, she did much of what Cauis wanted to do. Cauis knew of this, and he was not polite and milked her guilt, though just before it was squeezed dry.

For example, sex on every surface of the house. Be it on the tables, the walls, the floor. His house wasn’t big, and they had explored every inch of it.

If an ALS or a UV light source was flashed in the house, Cauis was confident all the reachable surfaces in the house would light up.

The kitchen tables and counters would have a particularly copious amount of it too, because the place where food was prepared was said to be a holy place for both of them.

Hence, it was even more exciting to stain it with their love juices.

Another bit was the role playing. They even went back to the tub the previous night where she acted as a mermaid.

It started out fairly innocent, with her wearing a sexy bra (newly bought) in the bathtub, her ’tail’ was simply her naked legs bound together by cloth, and Cauis assured her that laundry wasn’t a problem.

He asked her to sing her rendition of the song she sang in her latest stream, directly to him, without those outsiders watching.

He watched her obsessively as she sang, feeling as if she was serenading him. Cauis asked her to sing it again a few more times, as well as a few other love songs, before he finally took pity on her and took her to bed.

He didn’t stop pounding on her ’tail’ for a few hours after that.

Right now, in the afternoon the next day, they were playing out a rape scene, inspired by a movie they watched last night.

"N-No, don’t!" Victim-Khalifa yelled, struggling to escape from his hold. She finally escaped but there was no place to go but the corner of the room (corner of the bed) and she struggled to cover herself with the flimsy and thin cloth provided for her.

"Just accept your fate." Rapist-Cauis sneered, climbing the bed and slowly crawling to her corner. His sharp auburn eyes traced her figure hungrily, as if pulling away that little cloth with his eyes.

"Go away!" Victim-Khalia yelled, desperate, with a few tears lining up her eyes.

She was a very good actor, and Cauis’ heart hurt at the sight of her tears. But when he saw all the red marks he made, he was reminded that they were playing.

And he didn’t want to admit it but... he was enjoying this role.

A sadistic part of him he didn’t know existed was awakened, and it was a little exciting in bed.

He dragged her arm, forcing her to lie down, and tied her to the bedpost using his necktie as a rope, making sure she could not escape.

He threw away the thin cloth and exposed her whole body for him to feast his eyes.

"Beautiful…" he whispered, his hot breath spraying on her, making her feel weak.

Tears lined up her pretty eyes, her breasts following her deep stuttered breaths.

She looked terrified, but her valley was unwillingly spewing spring water.

It was an absolutely sexy sight.

He did not take off his dress suit (he was playing billionaire raping his soft bunny rabbit victim) but only unzipped his pants and revealed his thick rod, ready to impale.

She gasped at the sight of his member, terrified, and a weird sense of satisfaction enveloped Cauis at her awed look.

He placed his hands on her knees, which she in turn tried very hard to keep closed.

But she could not fight such a big man with her little strength and soon her legs opened to an M-shape, revealing the luscious pink valley she had been trying to hide.

She was so pink, clean, and drenched. Cauis couldn’t help but gulp at the sight. But he quickly regained his character and looked at her with a wicked smile.

"The flowing spring doesn’t lie." He said, chuckling evilly, inserting a finger there, making her gasp.

He raised his drenched finger in front of her eyes and the girl blushed in indignation.

"It’s not like that!!"

"Hmm... well, we’ll find out won’t we?"

He then hovered over her, slowly feeling more and more of each other’s warmth. She only felt his hot breath on her ears, before he suddenly impaled her with his cock.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!" She yelled, like a virgin.

It naturally didn’t hurt but Caesar almost fell for it again. It was only when her legs wrapped around his torso as if afraid he’d leave that he was reminded she’s ok.

He resumed his role, making consistent heavy thrusts that made the bed creak wildly with their movements. Her mountains bounced hard and her mouth was open, unable to utter any more noises.

Slap, slap, slap

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Please s-stop! Wuuu…" She sobbed, and by this time Cauis’ brain was filled with semen and could only play the ’role’.

He leaned down as he thrusted, biting her naughty nipple, jiggling in front of him, asking to be eaten.

"The way you’re clamping on my dick says you’re lying!" He told her, his hips moving nonstop, mouth sucking on her breasts.

"Kya—ahhh!"

He pumped dozens and dozens of times, with varying speeds and strengths, and her struggles soon calmed, and soon she was completely moaning in pleasure.

And soon, she gave way, exploding a bucket-full of love juices. Unbelievably watery.

His auburn eyes watched as she gasped, back arching, drowning in the sensation of her climax.

He chuckled, using the width of his tongue to trace a long lick from the bottom of her neck to her ears.

"You obviously enjoyed it."

She sobbed, embarrassed because she succumbed. "Hnngggg–no, I—"

But he didn’t let her speak more as he started pounding on her again, hard, and she couldn’t utter any intelligible words anymore.

"Hng, hng, hnmnnn–"

Soon, he also reached his climax, pulled out his member, and splattered his hot sperm all over her pretty face.

He admired his handiwork for a while before he gripped her chin. "lick it." He ordered, and the tear-faced Khalifa could only follow.

His sharp eyes watched as her little pink tongue gathered the semen into her mouth.

It was extremely seductive. She was sobbing a little, but she was lapping his seeds very well, like she was wired to do it.

He captured it all in his eyes.

Feeling his member hardened again, he smirked evilly, and the little bunny shivered in both fear and anticipation.

***

Later that day.

Laura held the basket of fruits excitedly, entering the elevator of the professor’s unit. When she overheard that the professor was on sick leave, she volunteered to represent the class to check up on him.

In all his years of working, the professor had never been on sick leave. The other teachers were all quite worried, and she was as well.

Sure, she was taking his elective class on accounting, but she managed to pay off other female volunteers to give her this job.

She went to the bathroom of the lobby area before going up. She arranged her hair and reapplied her makeup, admiring herself.

She may be a bit chubby, but she was curvaceous, and she had a good face. While her suitors weren’t as many as either of her two roommates, she still had quite a few.

Putting on a wide smile, she went up the elevator and headed to the professor’s room.

It didn’t open for a while, and it took a few minutes before she heard movements inside.

The door finally opened, and she opened her mouth to give the professor her practiced lines—

"Hey, are you one of his students?"

Laura gaped at the extremely sexy woman wearing a man’s polo shirt. She was the most beautiful person she had ever seen, more than those superstars.

She was not only beautiful, but she was very curvaceous with her shapely chests and buttocks, long legs, and smooth skin.

Laura thought a person like this couldn’t possibly be real.

"Who are you?" Laura asked, pale. She was so startled that her tone was incredibly rude.

The woman looked at her amused, crossing her arms around her chests, making them even bigger. "Is it not obvious?"

Khalifa looked at this roommate carefully. Laura seemed to have a crush on the professor.

Too bad there was no mention of him in the book, other than that Laura harbored strong feelings for him.

Later, Laura would start dating the clown of the military team, and her affection for the professor was forgotten.

"The professor was absent so the class wanted to see if he’s okay." She said awkwardly, raising the fruit basket she’s carrying.

"He’s taking a bath now, would you like to come in?" She said, "The house is a little messy though... you know." She showed a shy expression and it just made Laura want to cry.

She then stepped away from the door to give space, but Laura didn’t think she’d be able to handle it.

Instead, Laura handed her the gifts. "Please hand it over to him." She said, also turning away.

Khalifa watched the girl’s back as she scurried to the elevator.

It was an interesting encounter, but seeing Laura reminded her of the impending doom.