Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 277: For Science (R-18)

Sigmund’s face didn’t change and he just looked at her. He had an over-compulsive disorder, but it was something that had slowly been ebbed away when this woman was around.

He did not know when it started, and it was very confusing to him—someone who was always in control.

There were times when his mind—in the middle of an experiment—would think of her face, her lips, and also those images of her having coitus with other men.

For a long time in his lab, he would also be studying these changes in himself as well, until he came to a conclusion that to get more data, he needed to spend more time with her.

Her velvety voice sounded next to his ears and he turned to meet her brilliant blue eyes.

"It’s definitely most stimulating."

He looked at her curiously. "How so?"

Although he had watched her do the deed with voyeuristic curiosity, never in his imagination—at least, not consciously—did he think he’d ever lick someone else’s body, let alone that place below.

Touching other people would usually make him feel disgusted, but now he didn’t feel it at all.

On the contrary, he wanted to taste more.

Sigmund was always the type to explore when he was curious, and he had—at some point—understood that he was very curious about this woman.

Whether it was due to her abilities to become a cure or something else—that didn’t really matter.

"Let me show you," she said, sitting up. She faced him as he sat at the side of the sample-collecting bed. A bed, mind you, that could comfortably fit two people.

"Take off your clothing, it will contaminate the samples," she said this with a professional tone, juxtaposed with the fact that she was stark naked.

His red eyes traced her face and then her body, somehow still remembering the taste.

From the perspective of others, his blank expression could seem cold and calculating but, to Khalifa, it felt red hot.

Khalifa was starting to get too bothered and she leaned over so their faces were only an inch apart.

"Shall I do it for you?"

Sigmund stared, unsure what to answer, and Khalifa knew she would have to guide him lest she get overheated from waiting too long.

She pulled him up to undress him with ease. She took off his coat and let them drop to the floor. She also started unbuttoning his well-fitting shirt.

Speaking of which, this had been one of his conditions to helping them out—providing him with clean clothing of his style.

It really fit his image a lot, Khalifa thought, so wanting to dress up eye candy, she sent him a lot of it.

Bit by bit, more of his pale skin was revealed to her eyes.

Sigmund had a lean frame but he surprisingly still had muscles. Her hand touched his chest and his lightly abbed stomach, and she could feel his body flinch a little in her touch. "You’re surprisingly muscular," she stated and he, with red eyes fixed on her as she began to unbuckle his pants, answered her very systematically.

"Exercise and muscles are good for cognitive functions."

"Hmm," she mumbled, pulling down his pants. The clean and pinkish, long and cold, shaft sprung up, and Khalifa couldn’t help but lick her lips a bit.

She immediately grabbed his half-hard shaft, and Sigmund gritted his teeth as his legs buckled at the unexpected pleasure.

She pushed him down the bed, her soft hands rubbing his virgin shaft with expertise, sending even more bolts of sensations down his spine.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, velvety voice entering hid ears, but going straight to his groin.

Sigmund’s voice, a little raspy, responded to her. "Well, that organ had a lot of sensitive nerves—"

She shut his scientific monologue by using her other hand to play with his balls. The hand also crawled to his shaft so both her hands played with it.

Sigmund’s mouth parted a bit, but his eyes glazed as he looked at her and what she was doing. He was obviously pleasured but also confused, as if his mind was analyzing why it felt good.

Although he knew the theory that stimulating the nerves here would trigger a lot of reaction. Sexual intercourse was a complex interplay of the body’s nervous system and hormones. It simply wasn’t easy to rationalize, especially not when in the act.

In any cases he never imagined it would feel like this.

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"Feels good, right?" She asked and licked her lips as she saw it completely erected.

Sigmund watched in a daze as she lifted her hips and lined up her vagina on his shaft, abruptly sitting down and bringing Sigmund to a plane he didn’t think would ever exist.

An involuntary groan escaped his lips, his cold hands finding her hips as she skewered herself into him.

"Ahhh~" She mewled as she felt his shaft, and he gritted his teeth as he dealt with the barrage of unfamiliar pleasure.

His reaction made Khalifa pause and lean down, sliding with her hand on his chest as she hovered over him.

"Why are you holding back?" She asked, "Sex and pleasure are natural part of the human life," she told him. "You don’t look down on it, do you, like many of those scientists?"

She had heard of his type of people who looked down on sex, only focusing on the rational. She didn’t fault them for it, but why deny satisfaction when he was already enjoying it?

"I’m.. not," he told her with gritted teeth.

Rather, the sensation was too much for him to handle that his naturally overthinking brain was trying to make sense of it!

Khalifa thought he was cute and started moving, wondering at what point he’d just let go.

"Don’t think too much," she told him, slowly moving and ebbing away his thoughts. "This is a primal human process…," she told him. "No matter how smart you are, you are human."

Her words echoed in his mind as it slowly halted working overdrive. Slowly he let go, succumbing to the barrage of pleasure.

Khalifa saw this and smiled seductively, increasing her pace.

"Ah… ah… ah~" she mewled as she moved up and down his shaft. His hair tie had loosened at some point and his long silver hair was splayed out.

His pale face was now red as an apple, and his facial expression was still a bit stiff though his heart rate had risen. He was panting a bit and she could see a bit of sweat forming from his pale skin.

It was a different sort of sexy from what he was used to.

Like she was tainting something completely white.

It made her move even faster.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

"Ahh, ahhh, ah~!"

She guided his cold hands on her mounds, and he naturally began to press them in fascination.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

She went faster and faster and she felt his dick throb inside of her. She looked at his glazed eyes and gritted teeth. His face was so flushed like an apple, and soon—

SQUELCH!

"Ha.. ah~" she mewled, absorbing his essence inside of her. The two of them panted heavily for a while, just drowned in the high.

Sigmund watched as Khalifa lifted her torso and parted from his, and huge amounts of her juices poured out.

His breath hitched. She then looked up at him as her breasts hovered above his skin, touching a bit as she moved.

"Aren’t you going to collect it?" She asked and the next thing she knew she was rolled over with her back to the bed.

She looked up and saw the slight tinge of difference in his eyes. His red eyes looked at her, and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his white shoulder—with skin even whiter than hers.

She pulled his head closer to hers to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Don’t you see, Sigmund? Sex is when you don’t have to think.

"Look at it like sleeping, when the mind is resting and getting energized."

"It’s more like… restarting the body, and we all know rebooting computers occasionally was good for it."

Sigmund stared at her, still a bit sweaty and panting from the love making.

She smiled, touching his cheek. "So… fuck me."

***

Sigmund entered his shaft inside her cave. He gritted his teeth as he felt her insane suction. The previous time, he had wondered how her muscles could move in that way, but now he didn’t care anymore.

He let go, following his carnal instincts and his hips started moving automatically, pounding into her.

Her eyes never left his face, capturing every change in his muscles, in his expressions, or even at every glint of his eyes.

He pounded according to his instincts and Khalifa took it all. "Ahhh~ good, ahh!"

He was also an extremely fast learner. He perfected his angles, his pressures, and the like according to his reaction—like she was a formula he was cracking.

She loved it.

"Ahh, there! Ahh~" she yelled and like a fast learning machine, Sigmund focused there and pounded hard.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

SQUELCH! Releasing another batch of his load into her.

When it was over, the two of them lied side by side.

"The things I do for science," he said, panting, making Khalifa chuckle a bit at this.

"Hmm," she said, voice with a tinge of amusement. "For science, you created a comfortable bed to gather samples for the two of us."

For the first time, Sigmund did not have a retort.