Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse-Chapter 275: More Samples (Mild R)

The next day, Khalifa was once again called to breakfast at the proper time by Cauis. Hugo wanted to do her more, but Kylo had also stood up and helped her get ready.

Breakfast was lovely toast, egg, jam, and cereals—most of which were directly produced on the island (except for the cereals).

Processed grain products like cereals will have a factory in the port area. They were also preparing processed food with long shelf lives like crackers, jerkys, protein bars, dried foods, pastas, and the like.

There were still plenty of things to do, a lot of equipment to recover, but they were doing it one step at a time.

"How was the food?" She asked the men, who smiled and said they liked it. She turned to Sigmund, who had begun to join them the past few days.

"Sigmund?"

"It’s decent," he said, finishing up on his food. "I’d also like to invite everyone to the presentation room later," he added, making everyone’s backs straighten.

"I haven’t found a cure, but I found a way to it," was all he said without explaining any further. They knew this meant he’d be discussing it later so they didn’t ask anymore.

Still, they couldn’t help but look at each other, hopeful.

At the very least, they were finally heading in the direction of a cure!

**

Some minutes later, the group found themselves in the meeting room. Sigmund stood in front to once again report on his findings.

"I have confirmed that Khalifa’s fluids could indeed slow down the onset of the virus. Rather, a copious amount of it would be needed to completely stop it. Its effect will also dissipate in time."

This was how it was effective with Jacob’s case, but not in Sid’s.

"As of this time, I have been studying using the samples I have, but they were simply not enough."

This made the men immediately look at him with guarded expressions.

"I’ve never seen such… dynamic samples, either," he paused. "The samples are ever changing, and I assume it has to do with your hormones."

Then he paused, his next words heckling every man’s feathers.

"I need to gather them myself."

He said it as if it was the most scientific and factual next move.

But all the men couldn’t wait to throw him to the sharks!

***

There was tension in the room, each man thinking of a way to make this man suffer. However, before any plan could even get conceptualized, Khalifa’s voice resounded in the room.

"Okay," she said, making the men turn to her, looking wronged.

"Khalifa!"

"Don’t worry about him. Have you seen him? He’s a robot," she explained to them.

"Besides, what he said is true. Don’t you remember how much I control my fluids? It’ll be hard for him to study it well with just that sample."

Cauis sighed, knowing the inevitable. He signaled the others who reluctantly followed. Kylo stayed longer, looking at them, before turning away.

Cauis sighed, kissing her cheek. "We’ll be at home if you need us."

***

Khalifa entered Sigmund’s lab for the first time in many days, and the difference was staggering. For one, the equipment was all set up in addition to some new ones.

Everything looked clean and sterilized too. It gave her a bit of a sci-fi feel.

"Sit down over there," Sigmund said with that monotonous tone of his, pointing at one of the beds with sturdy cover that made it waterproof. "I designed this bed to gather everything you release."

She blinked studying the bed with a mix of curiosity, admiration, and amusement.

It was a bit bigger than the typical twin bed, and its surface had no sheet, only pure synthetic surface. It looked quite comfortable for ’sample gathering’.

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Sigmund didn’t seem aware of her thoughts and just looked at her, wondering why she hadn’t sat down already.

She smiled, doing as she was told, and gracefully settled down on the soft surface.

He put on his gloves, ready to gather the samples. "Can you lift your skirt up please," he said, very clinically.

Khalifa was wearing one of her sundresses at this time, and she was not wearing underwear either.

However, before doing as she was told, her eyes fixed on his gloved hands with a bit of disgust. "Do you have to wear gloves? They’re no fun."

Sigmund looked at her as if she was an idiot. "It’s to stop contamination."

Khalifa returned his condescending look. "Can’t you just record your data and isolate? Considering my fluid works even during sex, I doubt your hands would really contaminate my sample."

Sigmund: "..."

Makes sense.

He looked at her with a blank expression on his face. He looked complicated, even a little distasteful. "Is it necessary though?"

She nodded, not offended at all. She abhorred condoms and the gloves were probably similar. "I may not ejaculate with them on."

"I… see…" he said, nodding, before taking it off. He had long white fingers, very smooth and well-shaped.

He was obviously reluctant to part with his own ’protection’ and Khalifa, who was watching all his movements, found it adorable.

He froze just a bit when he turned to see her skirt already up, revealing her bare bottom.

Her azure eyes stayed on him every moment. After all, he didn’t show too many changes in expression—she wanted to catch all of them.

"How to collect…" his voice trailed when Khalifa put her own fingers inside her slit, making pumping motions.

"Like this…" she said, "But it’ll be better if it’s a man’s hand…" she said, looking at his hand. "It can reach much farther, after all."

Her eyes twinkled when she saw his hand flinch just a little and his breath hitching for what felt like a millisecond.

While she stared at him, her fingers didn’t stop moving. Her mouth parted a bit, but really—how could she come off with her own fingers when there’s a handsome specimen right in front of her.

He watched as she leaked a bit and it was absorbed by her skirt. He frowned.

"The skirt is absorbing a lot," he said, and he watched as she just took it all off, revealing the beautiful naked woman whose breasts were exposed right at his face.

"..."

Sigmund didn’t move with all these movements, and Khalifa’s fingers stayed in her own cave, helping gather samples for him.

Squelch, squelch, squelch

"N-Not enough," she said, a bit panting. "I thought you were going to collect it yourself?"

Sigmund’s red eyes met hers and then at her pouting flushed face and felt a little lost.

Khalifa’s eyes sparkled looking at him like this. Although she wasn’t entirely planning on seducing him too much (she was just curious how he’d react to situations), she was certainly going to try and push and see how much of a robot he really was.

She grabbed his hand with her free hand and guiding it to her slit.

"You—" but his voice died as he felt her wet slit, slippery.

He had watched her do the deep and he had even kissed her before. However, watching and touching it himself was very different. In theory, he thought he’d be disgusted.

Maybe he was, but at the same time it was also enticing to touch. Unconsciously, his fingers moved and wiggled inside of her, and each movement made her flinch and moan.

"Ha… ah…"

His red eyes glinted in curiosity, moving his fingers a little more, quickly learning the movements that made her leak more.

For science, of course.