Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Kaize's large hands then touched her soft thighs, sliding to the inner side and opening it up wide.

The glorious image of a beautiful mountain spring entered his eyes and he entered the cave as soon as he saw the opening.

Ever since he 'unlocked' her flexibility feature, he had been trying to activate too many times.

For example, even if they were in a missionary position he opened her legs so wide that she was basically splitting, pumping in and out of her like the beast that he was.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

He thrusted wildly and her breasts bounced with the movement.

At this time only his hips were moving. His upper body was stable with his arms fully supporting his weight.

His head was raised as his lower body brought chaos to her insides. Kaize just watched her as he pumped in and out, continuously, passionately.

He just admired her beautiful face, her expressions, and how her breasts jiggled with his every thrust, etching the image in his mind.

As he looked at her expression dazed with lust as she met his eyes, mouth parted in pleasure, his heart couldn't help but be full.

'This is how it should be.' he thought. 'All your attention must be on me'.

****

The next morning, Khalifa woke up in a good mood.

She discovered that her stamina was becoming stronger. She remembered the night she lost her virginity, she could only take 3 or 4 before fainting.

Now she could take twice and stand like a normal person the next day.

As she stretched the slumber away, masculine hands groped her breasts and began playing with them.

This was followed by wet licks tracing her back, making her arch a little in pleasure.

"Hmmnn…" she mewled and the hands playing with her breast grabbed it tighter, both hands playing with her nipples at the same time.

A moment later though, she somehow found her back on the bed again, with Kaize hovering over her.

Without further ado, he leaned down and began sensually licking on her tits. After being satisfied by the tasting, he started sucking her nipples, as if he was having his morning milk.

Licking her areola in a circular motion, he looked up. "I have to go abroad in the afternoon. It will last a week." He mumbled, sucking. "Come with me?"

"Hmmnn.." was all she uttered, her hands gripping his redhead, enjoying his ministrations.

"You're coming with me, right?" He confirmed, not stopping with giving her pleasure.

She didn't say anything. After all, she promised the professor she'd make it up to him.

But seeing her not answering, he immediately added, "Your plane ticket is already bought."

She shook her head. He frowned, lightly biting her.

"I promise to handle all your preparations."

She pushed away his naughty mouth off her mounds. "No, thank you."

.

.

Suddenly, Kaize grabbed her arms and placed them above her head.

"Why?" He asked, face close to hers. "You don't have school and the supplies are no problem? Why won't you come?"

He glared at her, and shifted, leaning down to bite her ear.

"Why? So you can give time to your other men?!"

The very thought of his week abroad and she was fucking other men—

It burned his entire soul.

Unable to help himself, he opened her legs wide and he forced his dick on her, pounding forcefully.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Khalifa's eyes widened, startled, and tried to free her hands from his grasp.

"Ugh! K-Kaize! Stop it!" She yelled, her whole body bouncing as he pounded wildly inside of her.

It was pure venting and Khalifa wasn't having it.

She bit his shoulders in an attempt to pull his attention, and it only made him gasp a bit, only making his pumping wilder.

Clap, clap, clap!

Khalifa was frowning the whole time, her entire body juggling in his rhythm.

However, she realized that she couldn't do anything yet. With great reluctance, she just let him vent.

She closed her eyes with a frown, waiting patiently until dozens of thrusts later and he finally came, exploding his burning seeds into her womb.

However, he was not done and turned her over. He lifted her arse so high that her face just met the pillows below.

He impaled her without warning, pumping and pumping, wildly and violently, like his life depended on it.

It was so wild that her whole body shook so much that the friction got her tits red.

He then turned her to the side and placed her legs to his shoulder, thrusting continuously, without any plans on stopping.

It took a full hour for Kaize to calm down.

When he was done, Khalifa pushed him away, slapping his face.

"Don't make me dislike you." She said harshly, making Kaize flinch.

He looked down, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes, before looking back up and meeting her eyes.

But he knew how she was and if he wanted a piece of the pie, there was no choice but to share.

His fists clenched and he grabbed her to him, giving her a long deep kiss.

Khalifa wanted to reject at first, but he gently held her hand, kissing her slowly, sensually, and filled with longing.

"I'm sorry." He said, placing pecks on her face with gentleness opposite to the violence that happened prior.

"I won't do it again, (unless we're roleplaying). I promise." He said, meeting her eyes. His eyes filled with guilt and determination.

His sincerity seemed to calm Khalifa a little bit.

Just a little.

But Kaize saw her soften up a bit and was desperate to calm her down. He could not bear her anger.

He leaned down again and sucked her lips, tasting every inch, he licked down to the crook of her neck, tasting her soft skin.

His tongue made a wet trail downwards to the valley between her breasts, to her bountiful mounds, and to her leaking cave.

He pleasured her entire body with his tongue and mouth, ignoring his now-hardened member, focusing solely on Khalifa's enjoyment.

By the time they separated, they were both panting.

Kaize placed his forehead against hers.

"You better prepare to be eaten clean when I get back." He declared, his eyes showing rare sternness, "Don't even think about hiding!"