Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

"What are you doing?" Claire looked at the scene in front of her in incomprehension.

Her boyfriend was currently lying, half naked and very red, with Mira’s face all over his bare skin.

Mira seemed to have just noticed her arrival, flinched as if afraid, and sobbed as if guilty. "Don’t, don’t blame him, I—"

Claire furrowed her eyebrows, but she trusted her man very much. She looked at Chris’ face, glazed, half unconscious.

"Is this why you suddenly appeared in my house?"

It was a Sunday and both Claire and Chris opted for a movie date instead of going out.

They stayed in Claire’s house, which happened to be empty as her parents went to the province a few days prior to see her grandparents.

It was just that since the two were enlightened, movie dates became less about the movie and more on kisses and touches.

Very subtle, but less innocent, and more and more ambiguous.

It was just that before anything could happen, Mira arrived, sobbing, looking for a shoulder to cry on.

Since that time in the canteen, she had felt a bit distanced with Mira. Before leaving, Khalifa had told her to be careful of Mira.

She had never understood why she said so, but since then her eyes seemed a bit more critical.

More and more, she saw that this old friend was… actually a hypocrite.

She would sob and show pity for someone, while at the same time making sure everyone knew she had a soft heart.

She would be kind to beggars, but only if there were others nearby.

And her eyes almost always stayed on Chris whenever they were together. It was very subtle and she only noticed if Mira couldn’t sense her stares.

Although they were still friends, there were less and less things they talked about.

However, she did remember saying Chris was coming to visit her house on the weekend.

She arrived sobbing her heart out, asking for a hug, and a drink, which she took from her father’s stash. Chris excused himself as they chatted.

At the time, she just thought he had wanted to give them some space, but now she had a feeling that he was uncomfortable with Mira.

As she told her stories, Mira convinced her to join in her drinking.

They were still friends, and Claire still believed in their friendship, so she accompanied the other girl wholeheartedly.

Even if it was in the afternoon and was too early to go drinking.

She woke up hours later with a horrid headache. She woke up and looked for Mira. When she couldn’t find her, she went to check on Chris.

And the scene she found was what she was currently looking at.

Mira was sobbing, looking at her, filled with guilt. "I’m sorry, it’s not his fault—"

"I know."

"I sw—what?"

"I know it’s not his fault."

Mira froze and sneaked a glance, not expecting this development.

"Leave." Claire repeated. "I don’t want to see you."

"Claire—"

"Shall I call the police?"

Mira’s eyebrows furrowed confused. But she saw the rare sternness in Claire’s eyes and her heart dropped.

Clearly, Claire valued their friendship. Even if she didn’t get mad upfront, she’d still be doubtful of Chris.

She was so innocent, how scandalous this scene should have been.

Mira’s fist clenched. She couldn’t help but wonder:

’What went wrong??’

***

After making sure Mira left, she went back to her boyfriend who was unmoving on his floor.

He was frozen and shaking, fighting. But as she touched him Chris suddenly moved, pinning her to the ground.

Chris dipped his head to meet hers, tasting his girlfriends mouth with wild passion.

"Hmm…"

The sound released the beast that he had been desperately trying to keep. His hand immediately went under her shirt, groping, playing, and groping again.

"C-Chris! Ah!"

The half-dazed Chris was desperate to access the warm body in front of him more intimately.

He lifted her shirt up and revealed her plump bunnies and he immediately ate them with his mouth, licking, sucking.

"Hmmnnngg! C-Chris, haa, ahhh, wait!"

Chris couldn’t absorb any words however.

His other hand ran down her stomach and to her crotch rubbing the middle wildly making Claire moan. "Ha…ah…"

With a masculine grunt, he immediately went past the garter to her underwear, and suddenly his warm fingers were on her wet slit, doing the unbelievable.

Claire’s mouth was parted at the unfamiliar-familiar sensations that ran through her body.

While they had kissed a lot and did slightly more intimate things, they had never been so intense.

While she was taken away by the waves of passion, she did not realize she had been completely naked.

Chris carried her to the bed and opened her legs wide. Panting heavily, he took off all his clothes and he positioned himself above her.

Claire turned absolutely red at the sight, scared, but also not rejecting.

How could she? Her whole being was asking for more.

What… what was happening??

He hovered above her and captured her lips, tongues dancing. And suddenly a sharp pain hit her body.

"It hurts!!" Her soft voice squealed, and it both broke his heart and injected aphrodisiac to his dick.

"I’m sorry, I— ugh!" He was apologizing, but his hips moved and he entered completely.

"Hurts! Wuuu…"

"I’m…sorry…ah… my body…" he mumbled, continuously pumping.

Claire gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure, half dazed and confused.

But when she saw Chris suffering so much, her heart softened, and she wrapped her arms around him.

Soon, the pain was replaced with pure pleasure, pleasure unimaginable to her, opening a whole new world.

***

Hours later.

The two laid in the bed, not talking, and Chris felt heavy with guilt.

He wrapped his arm around her and buried his face on her neck, "I’m sorry…" he said.

Claire could feel him shaking a little and she patted his head. How could she stay mad at him?

After sighing, Claire opened her eyes to look at Chris. "What happened?"

Pause.

Chris raised his head and saw that Claire really wasn’t mad. He smiled in relief.

But then he remembered the answer to her question and his expression morphed to one of anger.

"Mira knocked on my door, and a strong scent entered my nose."

"I became weak and I felt like I was losing control of my body."

Then, as if realizing what could be imagined with what he just said, he looked at Claire in panic. "I swear, nothing happened!"

Of course she knew. She saw how he was struggling to get out of her hold.

"I know, it’s fine." She said, "Let’s just stay away from her."

Chris nodded and buried his head on her neck again. After the initial scare, he finally had the time to appreciate her softness.

Even after everything, this was still the best night of his life.

Chris turned a little brave and touched her breasts, playing, and seeing she did not reject he leaned down to taste it with his tongue.

"Ughn…"

He continued to lap on her, pleasuring her, and she softened into pudding under his hands.

When his hands got inside her legs, he realized she was wet enough.

This time, however, he asked her before opening her legs. "Can we do it again?"

And when she nodded, he once again inserted his shaft to her soft sleeve.

This was the one thing Mira did correctly.

He finally got all of Claire.

He believed no one could get between them.