Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 113: Recovery (Mild R-18)

Many days later.

The light of dawn passed through the window of the once-vibrant residence, illuminating its interior.

In one of its rooms revealed an unmoving figure, very dashing with chiseled features and copper skin.

He was sleeping peacefully, but his consciousness was slowly nudged awake by the gentle movements on his body.

He could soon feel subtle touches of damp cloth all around his skin, slowly but surely easing him awake.

The handsome man on the bed stirred, his light-brown eyes slowly fluttering open, memories of the past surging through his head, and realizing this was not what he expected to open his eyes to.

His body felt heavy and painful, but he was alive. How?

He opened his eyes slightly to be met with the beautiful Khalifa, gently wiping his body with concentrated expression. Her feather-like movements were targeted and lovely, and filled with care.

His vision soon adjusted to the light after such a long slumber and looked at her clearly.

Beautiful as always, the light from the window shone on her as she did the task, making her look like the ethereal being that she was.

She was very focused, concentrating on cleaning him up, and the comforting touches made him want to sigh.

More than the arousal it brought, his heart was much fuller.

He felt very comfortable. She must’ve been taking care of him religiously during this time.

As she put away the towel on the nightstand, her head turned to look at him again, meeting his eyes that had been following all her movements.

She blinked cutely, eyes widening a little as she saw him.

"You’re awake!" She said, crawling next to him, so their faces were only a few inches apart. Her beautiful eyes were bright with relief and concern. He could see his reflection in her blue-green eyes, and it felt as if she could ever see only him.

His heart warmed at the sight and he felt so incredibly happy, like dousing in a hot spring after a cold winter night.

He never would have thought he’d risk his life for someone else but here he was, willing to do it all over again.

Ah, this was probably what love was.

"How long was I out?" He asked, voice cracking, and she manifested water out of thin air, letting him sip in the floating liquid.

He drank every bit. With more energy, he lifted his head, to lick her entire palm, as if he wanted to take every drop.

Very refreshing.

With a slightly blushing face, Khalifa answered him. "A few days."

He tried to sit up but she kept him in place. "Your injury is mostly healed, but you can’t do abrupt movements at least for the day." She told him very seriously, and he just nodded like an idiot.

He just smiled and couldn’t help but habitually look her over more carefully. He had always liked imprinting her image—her smiles, her pouts, her lustful stares—in his mind.

But his eyes zoned in on some familiar marks on her skin.

Love marks, a lot of them.

And the marks were really clear!

She said that he had been out for a few days, so those couldn’t have been by him!

The relaxed and filled atmosphere was quickly doused with coldness, Hugo glaring at Khalifa in disbelief.

"You—" he yelled, body tense but she quickly pushed him down to keep him from straining himself.

He did his best not to yell at her but the hardening of his jaw was telltale of how difficult it was.

"You sleep with other men while I’m injured?"

She answered with a straight face, but to her credit, she still looked a little guilty. "I needed it to heal you."

That didn’t make him feel better at all!!

He sneered. "It must’ve taken a lot of ’abilities’ to heal me." His expert eyes could see they were marks of several days!!!

He shut his eyes to keep his lividity down, laboriously lifting his arm to cover his eyes.

Still, not once had it occurred to him to leave.

To think he, Hugo, the Cassanova who rarely slept with the same woman twice, would stoop so low.

His breathing was heavy in anger, and his entire body was tense in madness, yet he refused to say anything hurtful to the woman.

His struggles strung a few of Khalifa’s heartstrings and she crawled over him, kissing his jaw, licking the skin going down his neck.

He refused to succumb at first, but she was patient and licked his skin with concentration, focusing on his erogenous zones.

His breath turned heavy for a different reason, his anger slowly transforming into something else.

He could feel her soft tongue making wet traces on his skin, going up to his ear.

"I’m sorry," she said softly, "I didn’t want to lose you, too."

Those words made his bubble of anger pop into nothingness and only left a bit of bitterness and jealousy.

His eyes turned red. "You can’t sleep with him as long as I’m around!"

"Yes, I promise." She said in a coaxing tone, as she began to slither her tongue down his toned body.

She stayed longer on his nipples and his breath stagnated.

She moved downwards, leaving a wet trail, and she finally reached his crotch, over his naked-newly-wiped shaft.

Her warm breath on it made him shiver, and his body convulsed in pleasure as her mouth enveloped his long shaft.

The tantalizing swirl of her tongue was so seductive. It was like it was asking him to forgive her.

His eyes shut in ecstasy as electricity flowed down his spine. He moaned out, but his lips stifled the sound as if to show his stubbornness.

It didn’t work and he couldn’t help but gasp as she slithered her tongue back and forth his member.

Her lips sensually moved up and down his shaft, her pretty well-shaped hands playing with his balls.

Her soft hands then wrapped around his cock when her lips reached the tip, licking the slit, and sucking it gently.

Slurp, slurp, slurp

"Ha… ahh… Khalifa…"

She continued to suck and lick his hard shaft, her hands either playing with his balls or his length, throwing him around the different parts of heaven.

Soon, the heat in his abdomen became too much. His hips twitched and he let out a sensual growl, coming all the way from his gut.

"Khalifa…!!!" He yelled, finally exploding.

He poured in all the essence kept the past few days.

She blocked all of it with her mouth.

His auburn eyes looked obsessively as she swallowed all his seeds. He couldn’t help but look at her a bit sharply.

She needed semen? She could get it all from him!!

She didn’t need any other man!