Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 123: Helping Hand (Mild R)

Kylo felt that his room was particularly hot. He gently laid the soft woman to his bed, the warm current below becoming difficult to bear.

He loosened his shirt as it was becoming too hard to breathe.

She was still wearing her nightdress that had lost a strap. Kylo could see a bit of her bud through the silk fabric, and her curves were wreaking havoc in his senses.

His eyes heated up at the sight, yet he wasn’t exactly certain what to do next.

Staring at the girl, he found himself unable to move, the doctor’s words echoed inside his ears.

"Just pleasure her, Major. Make her ejaculate. As many times as needed."

He wasn’t an idiot that didn’t know what she meant, he had overhead his classmates and soldiers exchange stories plenty of times.

At the time, he just found it unseeming and even disgusting to be so intimate and exchange liquids like they said.

His supposition was further supported by the prevalence of sexually transmitted diseases.

But now…

"Do you know how I could help you?" He ended up asking, baritone voice so sexy yet so innocent, and Khalifa really didn’t know what to do.

She had been trying not to soil this good man, but her needs have become overwhelming.

In her lust filled brain, there was only one compromise: To handle it with her own hands.

Without answering him—she literally didn’t have the energy—she simply dragged her hand to her legs and rested in the pretty valley there.

To Kylo’s shock, her hand pulled up the fabric revealing a thin underwear.

He should be closing his eyes, yet he was unable to pull away his sight, wanting to see what would happen next.

Then she sneaked inside the fabric of her underwear, placing fingers inside her folds, pumping it out repeatedly.

Kylo’s eyes widened and his brain exploded at the sight.

He froze, unable to comprehend, yet his cerulean eyes were fixed on her beautiful body, seemingly fascinated with the erotic movement she was making.

He gulped, feeling thirsty, but it was unclear to him what he wanted to drink.

His azure eyes watched every movement in apt attention. If observed in any other context, his expression could still pass as the serious Major studying an important battle plan.

His current concentration was not inferior to those moments. He vaguely felt that they were even sharper, because all of his senses were involved.

He watched as her free hand crawled up, to her barely covered breast.

She pulled down the flimsy fabric, revealing the glorious mound to his inexperienced eyes.

She played with her own breasts, molding it to different shapes, while her other hand was pumping herself nonstop, faster and faster as if chasing something.

The sight, partnered with the squelching sound of liquid, sent pleasurable shivers down his spine.

Khalifa was gasping at this point, desperate for release, but no matter how she tried her hands couldn’t reach deep enough!!

She could only turn to the dumbfounded man for help.

"Help me… please…" she begged, crying.

His brain that had already turned to mush and his heart broken by her crying goaded his feet to move on their own.

Gently placing his large warm palm on her, he tentatively touched her soft legs, caressing, before he moved them to her crotch.

He paused, his remaining sliver of reason making him hesitate.

"I…"

This wasn’t right, he knew it, and his proper upbringing couldn’t help but pause his movements. But her hand found his palm and guided him under her underwear and he felt her soft wet slit and his brain died.

He leaned over to her, his strong arm just supporting his weight.

She guided his palm to put pressure on a small bud above her slit, and she mewled sexily as he did so.

He began to mimic the movements that she made before, pumping, in and out, and his breath hitched as he could feel her warm insides swallow his fingers.

His genitals had gone completely hard, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Ha…ah…ah!" she moaned as her hands now found a breast each, adding pleasure to her nipples, making his fingers move harsher inside her.

"Ahhh! T-there ahhh~"

He followed her cues and found spots to focus on, adding more pleasure to her clitoris, making her squirm under him.

He had the illusion that he was playing the most beautiful instrument, and he was the only player.

He wanted to play it for eternity.

"Ha… ahhhh~ G-Good! Ahh!"

His movements became faster and deeper, with increasing expertise.

Squelch, squelch, squelch!

After a couple of minutes, her whole body twitched.

"Kyaa~" she yelled, as warm liquid exploded out of her vagina.

He had the inexplicable need to lick it.

Lifting his hand up, he looked at his wet fingers and the viscous fragrant liquid that stuck to it.

He placed it near his mouth and tentatively licked it.

It was delicious.

Khalifa watched his movements with fascinated eyes. She was still flushed red, still panting, and he knew it was still not enough.

"Make her ejaculate. As many times as needed."

As many times as needed.

"It’s so… so hot…" she mumbled, trying to pull her nightdress to no avail, as she was too weak.

He gulped and helped her out, releasing her from the bondage of her clothing, revealing her gorgeous body to his azure eyes.

The nightdress already had a padding, so she didn’t have a bra, only her panties that were now uncomfortably wet, also begging to be taken off…

"Please…"

Kylo nodded, eyes glazed, as he helped her out of all her clothing.

He couldn’t help but look at his handiwork, etching the heavenly sight in his mind and heart.

Too beautiful.

She opened her legs, sight meeting his own, her large turquoise eyes wide and tear-filled, begging.

She opened up her leaking slit with her two fingers. "More… more… please…wuuu…" she sobbed.

Kylo’s endangered self-restraint finally snapped then and there.