Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

The next morning, she inexplicably found herself in the gossip news section.

Well, her hands did, to be precise.

That bastard actually took a morning selfie, kissing her hand and titling it 'Dream CAME True'.

This naturally exploded in the media. There were mostly violent reactions from his fans, and the occasional compliment like how beautiful her hand was.

No matter which one, she did not like it.

Khalifa frowned and turned her head to look at the man currently rubbing his morning erection between her legs.

His face was blushing a bit as he shook his hips, eyes glazed from lust.

It was quite sexy.

But this wasn't the point.

She turned her upper body to face him, though it didn't stop him from humping.

She lifted her phone to his face and it took a few moments to register what she was showing him.

"I don't want trouble." She told him, breasts shaking a bit because he had yet to stop pumping.

He nodded his head, and his hips moved even faster.

At this point, even Khalifa was panting a little, but she really needed to get this point across. It was estimated this guy only had semen for a brain at the moment.

"Kaize—"

"I'll give you my card."

"..."

Okay, fine.

"Don't you dare get me exposed." She just said in the end, turning her body back to a more comfortable position, finally accepting his ministrations.

But she turned again a bit, remembering to add, "Or I'll ground you and never return your card."

He chuckled, "Yes, boss", leaning down and giving her a very, very, deep kiss.

As they exchanged saliva, Kaize turned her body to face him, bending her legs up for the convenience of his erotic humping.

He raised his head, forming the silver line of saliva between them, appreciating her beauty.

As he did so, he returned to his rubbing, his hands gripping her jelly-like breasts and playing with them as he moved, eyes watching every change in her expression.

"I am so happy, Khalifa," he told her as he moved his hips, adding a little more pressure to rub on her bud.

Her back arched, and he leaned down to lap on her ears, whispering, "How can I not announce it to the world?"

He said so with a shaky breath, because his dick and his heart felt so full, and he impaled her without warning.

"H-Haaa! Hnngg!!" Khalifa moaned out, gripping his hair with one hand and on his shoulder on the other.

"O-Oh, Khalifa! You always manage to suck my soul out!" He gasped, back bending as he absorbed the onslaught of pleasure.

After a moment, he began moving his hips, pumping and thrusting, and he felt incredible as her soft walls gripped on his dick for dear life.

He would never, ever, get tired of this.

She could squeeze his member out of him and he'd die in glee.

…

After a few rounds, Kaize finally let her rest. She sighed and looked at the time, looking at the messages.

She saw the other two were on time in messaging her at 6:00 am.

She looked at her messages and sent a belated reply to the good morning of the professor and Jacob.

Since they last talked, neither of the men called her during the night. They had the silent agreement that this time would be her own.

At the latest, they would be contacting her late afternoon, in case she was looking for someone to spend the night on… er… spend the night with.

Back in her own world, polyamory, polygamy, and polyandry was a common practice. While most of her men didn't have other women after her, some still had.

It was not like here, where monogamy was prevalent and the 'common sense', causing her to have a sense of guilt towards these two good men who deserved a single-minded heart.

Alas, they got her instead.

What was worse was that they seemed to have been fixated on her and had no plans of finding other women, at least for now.

She made a mental note to limit her men in this life, as to not cause them too much pain.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, lining up his erect cock outside her meat sleeve.

He looked over and his eyes caught names of men and he stabbed his member inside her without warning.

"Ah—wait!" she yelled, almost losing grip of her phone.

But how could Kaize listen to her with his annoyance. He was feeling the fire of anger inside him, dulling his brain.

And there was also the fact that her meat sleeve was squeezing him to death.

He grabbed the damned mobile and threw her phone to the other edge of the bed. He gripped her legs, placing it above his shoulders.

Heaving a deep breath, his hips began to move again, thrusting deep inside of her.

Slap, slap, slap.

He panted as he continuously plunged into her, putting his weight so there was as much skin connected, creating delicious friction everywhere.

Soon he changed positions and her beautiful breasts roamed free again.

His free hand played with her already jiggling breasts, pinching one while his head leaned down to lightly chew on the other one.

"Hnngggghh!" She moaned and his movements became more frantic.

"Call my name, love." He told her, panting, deliberately slowing down his pace, earning her yearning moan.

"Say it."

"Kaize.." she whispered and he increased his pace as a reward.

"Again."

"Kaize–hnnngg!"

"Who are you with right now, huh?" He asked, panting, his hips not pausing in pumping her essence out of her.

"Y-you-ahhh! Kaizeee~" she mewled out, hugging him tightly to express her affection.

He began to pump like crazy, making her gasp and tell his name over and over.

Sharp light flashed in his eyes as he watched her lustful face call his name in satisfaction.

At least when he was around, she couldn't be thinking about other men!