Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 130: Not a Dream (R-18)

This thought only lasted for a moment, however, because she knew when she just had a wet dream versus actually doing it.

For one, having a wet dream wouldn’t have healed her infliction.

She looked around the dim room, narrowing her eyes, trying to find out if there was anyone.

"Anyone there?"

No answer, nor was there a breath.

She couldn’t help but recall the vague memory of when she woke up for an instant. Was it not her imagination, she wondered?

"Jacob?" She asked, but her voice had a lilt of anticipation.

After a long pause of silence, she could hear a small movement in the corner of the room.

Nothing came out though and she frowned, repeating. "Jacob?"

After a pause, a figure eventually emerged from the darkness.

To be honest, even if she called out his name, she really didn’t know what to expect.

But when the figure emerged, her heart missed a beat.

It really was him. It was Jacob!

Her face brightened so beautifully that it blinded him. "You’re alive!" She yelled and jumped off the bed.

With arms open, she ran to jump on him. She rode him and wrapped her arms and naked legs as he stood stiffly, with her happily giving him a hundred pecks.

He smiled at her warm welcome, holding her in place with his hands.

But then he realized that… "I’m… not…"

I’m not alive.

She paused, separating from him a little. But it was too dark and she couldn’t see.

So she got off him and held his hand, so she could pull him near the window to see him better. She also took out the emergency lights from her space for good measure.

Reluctantly, he allowed her to pull him over.

He looked down, afraid of her reaction and motionlessly allowed her to study him.

Looking at him closely, she realized there were differences. His tan skin lacked the liveliness it once had, a little less saturated. His bright eyes were a little duller. And his vibrant locks are a little dryer.

To Khalifa though, it didn’t matter. As long as Jacob was okay.

All this time, Jacob was looking down on the floor, nervous.

Even her perky breast which was within his line of sight was not enough to distract his thoughts.

He was too scared to look up and see her face looking at him in disgust.

Khalifa raised her hand to his chest. Using her ability, she checked his inner workings.

Dead.

She flinched, but she stopped herself from showing any strong reaction.

Because at this time Jacob was scrouched down to lower his sense of existence, afraid of what she might say next.

Her heart softened and she placed her soft hands on the side of his face, lifting it up a little so they could meet eye to eye.

"It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a zombie, Jacob. You are you."

Jacob blinked, absorbing her words, and when he saw her smile widely, he immediately buried his head on his shoulder and embraced her.

They stayed there for a while, until they shifted and she could feel his hard shaft.

Interestingly, blood no longer flowed in his veins, but semen still filled up his rod.

Her lips twitched.

Now she could confirm that he was a conscious pseudo-zombie. A horny one.

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"Ahh~ so cold!" She gasped out, arching her body, as he entered her folds.

"S…sorry." He laboriously uttered and he immediately pulled out, looking at her guilty.

"No, no it’s fine." She hugged him, "I’m just a little surprised."

She then adjusted her own body temperature with her ability, asking him to reenter.

When he did, they both gasped.

The contrast of hot and cold was insanely good.

"Ah…. Ha… haa~"

Jacob began pumping, reliving his favorite exercise.

Clap, clap, clap

He shut his eyes as he thrusted, willingly drowning at the onslaught of pleasure her cave was giving him.

Since dying, he had never felt alive. Now he felt every cell in his body was brimming with life.

Only with Khalifa.

At this thought, his thrusting went wilder and wilder, more desperate.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Ah, ah, ah~" she yelled out, body twitching under Jacob’s passionate attacks. Her nails buried in his hard, cold, muscles, and he thrusted in a different angle in response.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

More and more, thrust after thrust, he plundered her passionately until they finally reached their climax.

Their bodies twitched as they released their liquids, hot and cold, incredibly delicious.

Simmering in bliss, Khalifa lifted her head and looked at her zombie lover with a smile. She touched the man’s cool face, a gentle giggle coming out of her cute mouth.

"I missed you…" She said and he gaped at her, looking as if he was about to cry.

She was about to chuckle at his cuteness when she felt his shaft inside her grow energetic again.

He leaned down and met her lips, tasting her tongue as if it was delicacy, swallowing her saliva as if it was holy water.

His hips began to move again, the delicious friction between them enticed breathless pants and seductive moans.

Without further ado, another round of lovemaking began.

The difference was, Jacob was no longer human and his stamina was ironically even stronger now.

Neither of them knew why, but they weren’t complaining.

Jacob shifted their angle and placed her to her side.

He continued his pumping, his dead eyes greedily watching her tits jumping wildly with his movements, as if dancing with his thrusts.

He continued ramming his hips against hers, changing positions often, submerged in the heavenly feeling made more exciting by their contrasting body temperatures.

Slap! Slap! Slap!!

"Ha…ah! Good….ah~ Jacob~ ah, ah!!" She yelled, wrapping her legs and arms around him as she was skewered by his cold cock.

It didn’t take long for her to release her honey liquid. "Ngyaaa~~" she moaned out, soaking in her sweat, body twitching as she released.

Jacob parted from her and crawled down to slurp on her fluids, lovingly, greedily as if it was the fountain of life.

He had always loved her juices, but after becoming a zombie, her juices felt particularly delicious, nourishing— necessary.

His tongue became greedier, sucking all her juices, repeatedly. His fingers entered her folds and his other hand added pressure to her clit.

He was determined to milk her with his tongue.

And he did, and he took in all her fluids with gusto, before skewering her again with his thick cold rod.

They came many times after that, and it was still not enough.

The supposed lifeless Jacob was breathing heavily, the pleasure was insane that he almost thought his heart was beating a little again.

They did not notice how Jacob’s skin was becoming a little more saturated, how his eyes were regaining a bit of sheen.

All they were focused on was that they were together again.