Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 70: Slave (R-18)

Khalifa would in no way imagine what he would want was a roleplay of master and slave.

Her upright professor had such fantasies?

But whatever the psychoanalysis of this was, she just wanted to make him happy especially on his special day.

She let him take a bath first and wait for her on the bed.

After her own bath, she left the bathroom wearing a very seductive lingerie, one she ordered on her own actually, and she had been thinking who would have the honors of seeing it first.

It was a camisole lingerie with intricate design and lace. It had thin straps and a flowing design, it was extremely form fitting.

The neckline dipped down to half her breast, showing off her glorious cleavage, and the bottom hem barely covered anything, with the bottom of her butt cheeks visible.

It was half-translucent and one could take a peek of the skin underneath, an undoubtedly gorgeous sight. The sides were a little transparent and only her most private areas were covered, enticing men to take it off.

When she entered the room, Cauis’ eyes expressed just that, but she told him not to move.

She sauntered towards him, beautiful eyes fixed on his figure, while Cauis’ auburn eyes traced on her skin, so hot even Khalifa felt she was being burned.

The lingerie’s form extenuated her glorious curves. It was fucking sexy.

However, Cauis used the patience honed by his occupation to not jump at her and wait for what she was planning.

She sat on the bed next to him, hands hovering along the edge of the towel, the only thing covering him.

She gently pulled it away, revealing his hard shaft to the open air.

"How would the master want to be served?" She asked, her melodious voice prolonged seductively.

Her bluish eyes looked at his member that was obviously long erect, and she licked her tongue as if looking at a delicacy.

He found it difficult to breathe, but didn’t utter anything. He just grabbed her hand and placed it over his shaft. "Touch it."

He didn’t ask her to lick it though, because he knew she didn’t enjoy giving blow jobs very much.

Those rare times she did, it was because she was in a very good mood, preceded with very very good service from her men.

She smiled and she did as she was told. Her soft hands slid along his length, up and down, slow and fast, with the other hand playing with his balls.

Her soft hand grabbed his stone-hard shaft, pumping, gracing his balls and making them bounce. Her other hand reached the leaking tip and she played with it with her thumb.

He shut his eyes, head bent back in pleasure.

He really enjoyed this, this wholehearted attention from her.

More than anything, it filled up his heart.

It softened up the ache of the nights he endured knowing she was with someone else, the pain of touching the surfaces of her home thinking she was fucked there.

He wanted more of this comfort, of this specialness.

Then he felt a soft and wet goodness surrounding his shaft and he immediately looked down.

She was actually taking in his shaft with her mouth. His eyes widened, startled, then warmed. A smile finally gracing his lips again.

His soft eyes looked at her as she pleasured him, his hand rubbing her cheeks lovingly, before he couldn’t move them anymore because of the onslaught of pleasing electricity she subjected him to.

He could feel her flexible tongue lick around and play with his horse eye. He gasped at the pleasure her wet flexible tongue was giving him.

Then she suddenly sucked and it felt like she just sucked his soul out, making him almost blow.

"Ahh, Khalifa!" He yelled as he held her head, trying not to push her deeper lest she get uncomfortable.

She then let go, placing tentative licks at his tip, sending pleasurable shivers down his spine.

His mind was blown when she held her breasts up and placed his shaft between them, rubbing his dick between them as if it was her inner walls. And when his whole length was taken, she leaned down to reach his tip and sucked.

Ah, he was in heaven.

She pumped him like this for a while, and then she took his whole length to her mouth again, deep throating him, and he could feel the back of her throat rubbing his tip.

"Hah…Ughhn…!"

He could feel his restraint crumbling more and more and he couldn’t stop himself from moving his hips along her movements, chasing nirvana.

Her movements became wilder and more passionate, and extreme pleasure numbed his head, and his torso meeting her mouth on its own.

The friction, combined with her suction and tongue, brought him to heaven and he ejaculated moments later.

He roared as he released, watching her take in every one of his seeds.

More than the physical pleasure, it satisfied his soul.

The fact that she did it willingly meant he still had some place in her heart, right?

The thought heated him up inside, and his shaft soon regained its glory.

Khalifa, who was still kneeling, blinked, startled, and Cauis quickly leaned down to kiss her, carrying her in his arms.

He placed her on the bed. Because it was a bit sudden she was on her side when she landed. But Cauis didn’t turn her over and attacked her.

On her side, he opened up her hole and stabbed his long shaft to her hole.

"Kya! Master is so deep!" She yelled, feeling his shaft wreak havoc inside her.

"Ah! Ah!"

"M-Master! Ah! No, not there!"

He turned her to her back so his view was of her sexy back, her bouncing breasts teasing him.

He guided her hand to support herself with the headboard, and then he pounded into her like no tomorrow.

Slap, slap, slap

"Ah! Ahhhhh!"

Slap, slap, slap

"Hnghh! Hnnggh~!!"

In the height of passion, he bit her ears lightly, whispering. "Who else will you serve?"

"You, master!"

"Who?"

"M-master~ahhh!"

"Who else?" He asked again, this time biting her cute ears.

"Just you! Ha…ah~"

And his heart was healed again, just like that.