Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 186: Guilt (R-18)

Khalifa was in bed for a full 12 hours.

She was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, her face had a rosy color to it, showing her very healthy and nourished state.

Tasting four men in this period certainly revitalized her.

Kylo and Jacob’s eyes stayed on her as she splayed relaxedly on the bed, her breasts particularly prominent as she breathed heavily.

"That… was really good," she told them, making their eyes light up.

She sat up, and her eyes ended up on the table where the plates were. Inevitably, she was reminded of the last man she hadn’t eaten today.

"Where’s the professor?" She asked and the men sighed.

"He doesn’t know how to face you."

Speaking of Cauis, that guy had been wallowing for a day, even after Khalifa had completely healed.

None of them were surprised, of course.

But looking at her worried face, Kylo knew what her current mood was. He sighed and leaned down, kissing her lips. "You’re intent on tasting all of us today, I see."

She met his lips and he licked it open, the flat of his tongue rubbing hers. Her back arched a bit and she wrapped her arms around him, his strong arms around her soft waist.

She could feel his reluctance with how passionately he kissed and her heart softened. It was just that…

Kylo parted with her. He knew where Khalifa’s attention lied now, so they didn’t go any further.

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"I’ll call him." Kylo said, sighing, before getting dressed.

Jacob also left, knowing this was a sensitive topic that they had to talk about alone.

Seeing none of her men making any trouble, she smiled in relief.

It was amazing how they’re dynamics changed after accepting their roles in Khalifa’s life.

Some time later, a naked Khalifa turned to look at the door that had just opened. Cauis entered the room and stood by the threshold. He couldn’t even meet her eyes.

"I’m sorry, I—" he said, looking down on the floor. He heard a few rustles and the next thing he knew her cute feet were already in front of him.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he automatically wrapped his arms around hers even when his head was bent down.

Then his eyes fell to the squeezed breasts between them and he froze.

She smiled as she rubbed her breasts against his clothed chest, tiptoeing so she could place a soft peck on his lips.

"It’s not your fault," she said and it pulled Cauis back to the present.

"I…" "You almost died," he said, voice cracking. "It’s because of me. If I handled it properly—

"If I lost you, I don’t know what I would d—"

He stuttered as he felt his body suddenly flinch in pleasure.

He gasped when he realized she was rubbing his clothed shaft with her hand, "I miss my professor." She said, enticing him, and very easily succeeding.

"K-Khalifa…" he gasped, hard, but his psyche couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it.

He knew he didn’t deserve it.

Then Khalifa’s mouth parted, revealing her soft tongue, and she tiptoed to lick his lips.

Cauis’ brown eyes met her lovely azure ones, filled with him, filled with love.

"Professor. I want you," she said and it was the final straw to his self-control.

Cauis snapped, forcefully meeting her lips again. He kissed her full of emotions—love, lust, and apology.

He parted from her lips as he traced her body. Khalifa was not impatient and let him do what he wanted.

He stopped when he reached the bandages and stared, and his facial expression was so pained that she’d think he was stabbed somewhere.

He was though, in the heart.

"I’m sorry…" he mumbled again, almost whimpering, as he buried his head on the crook of her neck.

Khalifa sighed, patting his head.

"It’s not your fault…" she repeated.

"If I didn’t torture her, maybe…"

"She’d have bothered me more," Khalifa corrected. "No one would think a normal human would actually throw a grenade at another just because of jealousy..."

Some would consider, but most really wouldn’t let that intrusive thought win.

Especially when the person bombed was technically protecting them. It was just stupid.

"Only stupid people would understand her," she said, gently shifting her soft palm to touch his cheek. "My professor isn’t stupid, is he?"

Her eyes were gentle, like the tranquil sea. His auburn eyes met hers and, instantaneously, his chaotic heart calmed.

"Hmm…" he just said, crawling back up to meet her lips, gently parting it, before his tongue entered to sample her.

He just tasted her for a while, loving the serenity it brought, and for some time all one could hear was the slow and sensual sounds of kissing.

At some point, they had found the bed, with Cauis pinning her under him, face angled, trying to taste her mouth as intimately as possible.

Eventually though his shaft got too painful, and his hand moved from her cheek down her mounds, groping.

As they kissed, he molded it into different shapes. His hand slid down to her crotch, and immediately two fingers entered her folds, feeling the warmth and softness inside.

"Hmmm~" she moaned and he swallowed them all, his fingers moving faster and faster, trying to reach the most sensitive areas it could reach.

Squelch, squelch, squelch

"Ah~" she moaned as leaked. He slid down, kissing further down and found her supple thighs, opening them wide.

Her back arched as she felt his tongue lather her there, and she looked down at his sexy image between her legs.

It didn’t take long for her to squirm, exploding on his face.

She bit her fingers as she watched him clean her up passionately with his tongue. He lapped her with gusto, tracing even the underside of her thighs, because her fluids squirted all the way over there.

"Me too…" she said, "Let me taste you too."

He gulped and nodded, heart filled with happiness.

He laid down and she turned, her hot breath blowing on his leaking shaft. Similarly, her own pouring slit was over his face, dripping her delicious fluid on his face.

His hand grabbed her buttocks and pushed her to sit down on his face.

"Ngggh~" she uttered, spine bending back slightly, as her ’chair’s’ wet tongue plundered her.

Slurp

Panting, she bent back down to take his member, and he groaned the moment her soft lips touched its tip.

Khalifa dragged her tongue along its length and he shook, but his mouth kept doing its magic on the other side.

He pushed her deeper into him, and she shivered at the delicious sensation.

She took his length in, bobbing her head as he also consumed her down below.

Soon their bodies shook, with her flooding him again and he squirted his essence on her face.

Khalifa found herself turned and splayed again, her legs wide open and was once again skewered.

"Ohh~ professor!" She yelled, her hands grabbing his strong shoulders, her fingernails burying on his taut muscles.

Her walls clammed against his length, making the professor gasp in breathlessness. "Khalifa…!"

It took him several breaths before he could gather himself, finally moving his hips, and each thrust was heaven on earth, making them both moan out in ecstacy.

They would make love for a long time after that.