Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 129: Dream? (R-18)

He stole some unused toiletries from the house and ran to brush his teeth and rub himself very thoroughly.

He rubbed every nook and cranny, making sure he was squeaky clean, making sure to do his best not to contaminate her.

A few minutes later, he pantingly went back to the room naked, gulping, eyes fixed on the gorgeous woman splayed out on the bed, desperate for sex.

Without him, she was relaying restlessly, turning around, hands looking for comfort. Her fingers had already crawled inside her slit, doing her best to get rid of the heat. She pumped herself faster and more desperate, as if chasing a relief.

It both aroused and broke his heart. He dared not make her suffer for long.

He crawled on top of her, his hand replacing hers, entering her wet warm folds once more.

"Hmmm~" her body curled and she mewled in satisfaction as his cold rough fingers entered her folds.

She liked this better, she found it more relieving, especially since the new fingers could reach more parts of her and they were so comfortingly cool.

She moaned in relief as he plundered her, adding a finger, and she grabbed his shoulder with her beautiful hands as his fingers pumped her crazily, as if it was scooping all her liquid.

Squelch, squelch

He then opened her legs wider so he could grind with her using his cock again. Her folds immediately surrounded his length like a lovely sandwich and he rubbed against them.

Theoretically, he no longer needed to breathe as a zombie, but he found himself panting as he thrusted over and over.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her whole body, and he could feel her soft ample chest against his cold hard muscles.

"Ahh.. good… good." She mumbled, lips parted as she moaned, inviting him to taste.

He didn’t know how, but he ended up kissing her. When their lips touched, he no longer had the will to part.

They could stay like this for all of eternity.

Their kisses quickly deepened and she immediately inserted her tongue. He licked and danced with hers, and he changed his angle so he could taste more of hers.

He kissed her with all his miss, all his emotions, and all his being.

I miss you, I love you…

He wanted her, even in her sleep—even if she didn’t remember this—to feel all his emotions.

As he did so, his movements became more and more erratic and he swallowed all of her moans.

Finally her body twitched, releasing the honey juice he so missed. He crawled to her legs, mouth wrapping her lower lips in hopes of capturing as much of her juices as he could.

"Ohh~" the half-dazed Khalifa moaned loudly as she felt a cold rough tongue swipe her entrance, cleaning it up thoroughly.

Her body quivered as it added pressure on her bud, before lapping down and entering her folds.

"Ah… y-yes…. Hmmm~"

For a while, Jacob just continued to scoop up her fluids with his tongue, tasting it, swallowing with passion.

Slurp, slurp, slurp

Khalifa’s mouth was parted as she allowed herself to drown in the pleasure.

She felt how the flat of his tongue continued to swipe along her slit and entered her folds, again and again. As he licked her to a new high, she felt his cold long fingers entering to open her up even further.

Soon, Jacob lifted his head up and crawled back hovering above her, back to her upper lips.

Jacob opened up her legs as he did so, lining his cold shaft along her dripping slit.

But then his conscience attacked him again, he dared not enter but the proximity comforted her much more than anything

He rubbed and rubbed, panting, and she moaned under him, actively rubbing him in sync.

"Hmmm…" her melodious voice sounded, ringing inside his ears. "Inside please…."

She opened her legs up as widely as she could. Her eyes were a bit opened now, but they were glazed in daze and lust. Tears were lining up, begging him desperately.

His brain turned to mush, and the next moment he realized, he was already inside of her.

"Ahh~"

"Ugh!" He groaned, feeling the tip of his length inside. He could feel her walls hungrily eating him, asking him to go further.

His hips moved on its own as his entire body tingled in pleasure.

The intense suction felt like it sucked out his soul, if he still had it. No longer caring about the consequences, he entered her fully after a few thrusts.

"Oohhhh~!!"

"K-Khalifa!!" He groaned out, moving his hips, plundering her insides.

If… if she became like him, he would just take care of her. Her other men may not like her, and she may no longer like them either.

He would have her all to himself…

The very thought sent a renewed energy that pushed away all reluctance, and his thrusts immediately became wild, fast, and deep.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

"Haaah… ah! Ah!" Khalifa yelled as her entire body jiggled with his wild movements.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

He placed her legs above his shoulder, angling, and his entire rod was perpendicular to her entrance, his weight adding to the heaviness of each thrust.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

When the explosion of seeds could no longer be stopped, he got even faster, desperate.

When he released he let out a primal growl that made the entire room vibrate.

SQUELCH!!!!!!

"Ha… ah… Khalifa…" he mumbled, as he emptied himself inside her, adding some of this weight on her.

He rubbed his head against her soft shoulders, lovingly placing kisses on whatever skin he could access. "I love you…" he told her, voice coarse but filled with affection.

He did not even realize that he had uttered a word after a week of being unable to do so.

Jacob’s eyes had looked at their connection, looking at the thick leaking rod inside her.

He pulled out and a dam of flood made of their mixed juices flowed out, and he was immediately overcome with a wave of guilt.

’What have I done?’

***

Khalifa opened her light colored eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. It was already dark, with the moon being the sole source of light.

She felt her entire body was heavy, and she struggled to get up.

"Hello?"

No one answered, and she could only hear the howling winds outside, the scratching and groans of zombies, and the eerie silence of everything else.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she touched the bed and herself.

She was dry and clean, and the bed was also clean, not what it would look like after intense sex.

Was it a dream? She wondered, and suddenly she was questioning all the memories.

Well, was it?