Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 128: Cold (Mild R-18)

The man above her froze, literally and metaphorically becoming colder. However after uttering the words, her eyes clouded and she closed her eyes, quickly losing consciousness.

Jacob looked at the naked woman hugging and rubbing against him with tense jaws.

Rubbing… should be okay, right?

With bated breath, he continued to rub against her as he had.

He could feel her bare supple skin rubbing against his hard, cold, body.

Even if it was hard, he made sure it was the only thing he did to her. Breathing heavily, he moved his body to give her comfort, focusing on making sure he would not do anything to her.

They were currently in one of the nearby houses, and she was placed in a comfortable queen-sized bed in the house’s largest room.

Here, he gathered all the best items for her to use until she woke up.

He had to take away her clothing because they were wet, but then he almost threw himself at her.

But he didn’t dare to.

If he did this, he wasn’t sure what would happen. Would she also become a monster? Like him?

"Hnmmnn…more..." She moaned, looking very uncomfortable, and his movement turned wilder and his breathing stagnated even more.

He missed this so much, and he was inevitably getting a little greedy.

A part of him asked, if she turned into a monster like him… so what?

Would that be too bad?

Wouldn’t he have her for himself, then?

But he stopped those thoughts as soon as they landed.

Khalifa didn’t want to become a zombie. She trained hard ’not to get bitten’ by one, how could he ignore this wish?

He would rather die (for real) than be hated by her!

Although he didn’t know why he didn’t look or act any different than a human—only a bit paler, colder—he knew he was no longer one.

This was because although he had yet to eat humans, he preferred his livestock raw and fresh.

When he ate these animals, his mind made him want to vomit, but his body happily consumed everything.

It was disgusting.

He didn’t even dare to kiss her, even when all his being wanted to, for fear of contaminating her.

"Hmmm…" she mumbled, burying her head on his chest, rubbing her pretty face against his hard muscles.

His breath hitched as he grinded wildly into her and she unconsciously met his movements with her thighs, his tense muscle hardening as their movements synced.

"Ugh!" He groaned out but quickly stood up so he came somewhere far from her, not wanting to dirty her with his questionable fluids.

"Hmmm~" he could hear her pained moans behind him but for now, as he ejaculated, he didn’t dare approach. He could only look at her from afar, pained.

He had been following their group since they got out of the base, and he had been tracking her from much earlier.

A couple of days ago, he woke up in a half-conscious state inside his now-decrepit home. For a while, his body moved on its own, looking for blood.

As early as this time, he already had an idea of what he had become, and he fell in despair.

He almost killed himself, but the image of Khalifa and his mother passed through his head. He didn’t want to just go so easily; He wanted to see them once more.

He trudged forward, weak, until he came upon a reflective mirror and saw himself.

He saw that… there were barely any changes.

Soon, he quickly realized that he was much faster than the walking corpses, almost like he was still human.

He also found out that the zombies ignored him despite his human-like appearance, allowing him to traverse city to city without a problem.

There was even a time some people called to him, thinking he was still one of them. Though he was afraid he’d end up harming them, so he ran far away instead.

He followed the scent of his mother to a town, which was already odd in and of itself.

According to Khalifa, the only legitimately working organ on the zombie were their ears.

Yet he found his olfactory senses still working—even much more pronounced than before. Sadly, this could only help him find his mother, not help her.

When he excitedly neared her scent, he found her buried dead body instead.

His heart had already turned cold, but it apparently still felt pain.

She was buried somewhere in a garden of a city. And he could smell Khalifa’s scent on her.

But he didn’t move for a while and stayed right next to her grave for the next few days.

He just sat there, unmoving, ignoring the zombies passing by. But then it began to rain a bit and, afraid Khalifa’s scent would be completely carried by the wind, he went on to follow her trail.

And after days, he indeed found her, but she had already fallen in the river, carried by the current.

His body moved on its own to find her, entering the water.

He didn’t even remember that Zombies could not swim, Khalifa had told them once.

He couldn’t move at all and he had to crawl out the river, worried for the safety of the woman he loved.

He tried to follow the current, as quickly as his legs could take him, and eventually he did find her washed up to shore

He felt his dead heart beat when he found her breathing, which led to the current scene.

"Hmmm… please…. Hngggh…"

She mewled, squirming with tears in her eyes, and it broke his heart. She was suffering so much. What was going on?

He gathered himself and approached her again. Whatever it was, he knew she found comfort in him—or, at least, his cold body.

With stuttering breaths, he sat beside her. Afraid of what he’d do if he rubbed himself against her again, he simply extended his hand to touch her, comforting her in this limited capacity.

His rough hands entered her folds and she immediately grabbed his strong arms as her body arched, unconsciously opening her legs even wide.

"Ohhhh~"

Like before, she moved her hips as she chased the high, mouth parted and tongue out as if she was trying to cool herself from the heat.

It was incredibly hot and his fingers moved faster and faster, trying to vent in whatever way he could.

But as time went on, her rubbing, and her desperation for comfort became more and more intense.

"Hot… hot… I’m going to… die…! Ha … ah…"

His heart had become a cold, but his sex drive had not faded, as evidenced by his erect shaft.

He still dared not do anything however, afraid of dirtying her and, worse, turning her to the thing she hated.

The thing she hated…

His heart squeezed at the thought. It was the main reason he dared not show himself openly.

Despite his predominantly human appearance, there were still plenty of differences.

For example, his love for uncooked meat, his tanned skin turned paler—a little grey—and there was the fact that he could no longer speak.

These minute differences felt like a gorge between him and her.

"More… more…" she moaned, rubbing his cold hand on his body.

Somehow her hand found his shaft, pumping it even in a half daze, and the sensations exploded in Jacob’s mind.

"Please, please…" she gasped, looking genuinely in pain. "Dying… hmmm…"

"K-Khalifa…" he gasped, on the verge of exploding.

Until his brain died and he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He darted to the bathroom to clean himself up.

At the very least, he must be clean before he ate her up!

Whatever happens—he would love her with his whole being! Even if she hated him!