Chaos' Heir

Chapter 646  Selfish

Monica rubbed her cheek on Khan\'s chest before lifting her head. Her long hair almost hid her half-closed, unfocused eyes, but nothing escaped Khan. He saw the slight exhaustion and deep satisfaction inside them, and the pleased smile plastered on her face added clues to that theory.

No words arrived. Monica leaned forward, and Khan relaxed his hug to let her reach his face. The two fell into a slow kiss, and both smiled when they separated.

"I\'ll ask about that arm," Monica whispered, letting her nose touch Khan\'s. "Later."

"What\'s the matter?" Khan teased, running his left hand over Monica\'s naked back.

"I can\'t think of anything," Monica groaned, giving up on keeping her head lifted and lying it on Khan. "I\'m light-headed."

"I think I know why," Khan chuckled, gazing proudly at the room.

The couple was still on the couch, but all the clothes had fallen on the floor. The same went for its pillows, and Monica\'s and Khan\'s uniforms had also joined them.

The two had even lost track of time. It was probably night by then, but Khan felt no hunger or thirst. The sensual figure resting on him could fulfill all his urges and desires. He didn\'t need anything else as long as he had Monica.

"You aren\'t looking at me," Monica complained in a sleepy tone. She didn\'t actually see Khan inspecting the room, but the two had been in that situation too many times for her not to know.

"I was thinking about you," Khan revealed, bringing his good hand to Monica\'s hair. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

"You did give me an idea," Monica giggled, lifting her head again and pulling herself closer to Khan\'s face. "I can barely stay awake."

Monica stretched her arms toward Khan\'s neck to pull herself closer, and they formed a proper hug once she reached her destination. Their heads were side by side now, but she continued to hold him tightly.

"Sleep," Khan reassured, caressing the head of curls to his left. "We are together now."

"No," Monica whined, pressing her face on Khan\'s cheek. "I want to be with you."

"You are with me," Khan laughed.

"No," Monica repeated in a more childish tone. "Cuddle me."

"Alright, alright," Khan laughed, adjusting his position on the couch so both heads could lie on the armrest. Monica didn\'t want that reunion to end, and he shared her desire.

Monica laughed with Khan, but her eyes eventually looked past his face. She had forced Khan to wear the metal brace again after undressing, but the seconds without it had been enough for her to spot his new scars.

That wasn\'t even the end of it. Khan was full of red marks Monica didn\'t recognize. An untrained eye might have missed them, but Monica had long since memorized every inch of Khan, and those traces of past injuries didn\'t escape her inspection.

Monica obviously couldn\'t take a good look at everything during that lustful endeavor, but things were different now. Khan\'s chest and face were in full view, and Monica could study them as long as she liked.

"You want to know, don\'t you?" Khan sighed, lifting his right arm to show the metal brace.

"Yes," Monica nodded, "But keep cuddling me."

"Let\'s see," Khan sighed, reaching for Monica\'s waist with his right arm. "I\'m sure you know about the news on the network."

"I read," Monica confirmed, letting Khan pull her more over him. She even curled her legs to make him feel her weight.

"I should start with how I got there then," Khan exclaimed, and a long story began.

Khan had promised the Thilku to keep their secrets, but Monica was an exception. He told her about the human building, the transfer to the Thilku, his calls, the natives, and his discoveries about the Nak. He didn\'t hide anything, even the issue of the genocide.

Monica listened silently, hiding any reaction that might worry Khan. She knew her efforts were pointless due to his senses, but that awareness didn\'t make her change her approach.

"You chose not to go," Monica eventually commented. "Why?"

"I was afraid of losing myself," Khan admitted. "I will get answers, but on my own terms."

Monica liked that decision, but her worry remained. She knew Khan. It must have killed him to give up on such an easy path toward answers, and the talk about the genocide was bound to have worsened his mood.

"Khan," Monica lifted her head, fixing her concerned gaze on Khan, "How are you?"

"I\'ve never been better," Khan smiled, reaching for Monica\'s face. His gesture said it all, and Monica endured for a few seconds before melting on him again. He didn\'t say the words, but Monica knew her presence was saving him.

"What about you?" Khan changed the topic. "How is Neuria?"

"It\'s a mess," Monica cursed, "Which is good for business. The planet needs far more than a simple station, and my family can offer all of that."

"I guess everything went well," Khan said.

"More than well," Monica confirmed, "And most of it is thanks to you. Everyone was respectful and welcoming within the expected limits. The alien representative even accepted trading routes meant to involve the families my mother contacted."

"Paperwork, basically," Khan sighed.

"Lots of it," Monica nodded. "They have taken us out multiple times, but that\'s hardly enjoyable when I\'m working."

Khan knew how those events worked. Most descendants, representatives, and Ambassadors had to abide by strict political behaviors. He was an exception, but Monica and others would only see those trips as work.

Nevertheless, more pressing topics popped into the couple\'s minds after Monica\'s words. Hearing that the Thilku had taken her out reminded them about their impending obligations. They didn\'t actually forget, but the topic was out now, and the mood changed.

"Khan," Monica called in a tempting tone, reaching for Khan\'s cheek to turn his face toward her. "Happy anniversary and happy birthday."

"It is happy thanks to you," Khan lovingly said. "I can\'t wait to spend more years with you."

"Dummy," Monica voiced, giving Khan a quick kiss. "That\'s my line."

"I stole it," Khan teased before romantic thoughts swept his mind. "You are the Monica couldn\'t stay in that playful mood anymore. She lowered her head, and the two exchanged a long kiss. Their breath grew deeper, and Khan eventually greatest present life could give me."

"Unfair," Monica pouted before lifting herself and Khan a bit. "I\'ll keep loving you more and more like this."

"I\'d be worried if you didn\'t," Khan teased, his eyes lost on that beautiful face. "The woman I love isn\'t big on self-restraint."

Monica couldn\'t stay in that playful mood anymore. She lowered her head, and the two exchanged a long kiss. Their breath grew deeper, and Khan eventually straightened his back to sit on the couch.

"You should stop," Khan whispered when he managed to pull back his lips. "I won\'t let you sleep otherwise."

"Shh," Monica switched to her tempting tone as she adjusted her position to sit on Khan\'s lap. She also hugged him, bringing her mouth to his ear to whisper more enticing words. "Don\'t worry about me, dear. If it\'s you, I don\'t mind waking up all sore."

Part of Khan wanted to refuse, but Monica knew his switches very well. A selfish drive invaded his mind as he reached for her waist and pulled her close, showing the roughness that often appeared during different acts.

"Ah!" Monica gasped at the sudden gesture. She could feel the lust in Khan\'s grip, and other clues soon joined in. A familiar firmness poked at her from under her butt, and the intensity she saw when she retracted her head put a smile on her face.

As tired as Monica was, having Khan solely focused on her remained one of the greatest pleasures of her life. She firmly believed Khan was the most amazing human in history. His mere existence was a blessing to humankind, and the selfish desire to monopolize him was too powerful even to try to suppress it.

"You know," Monica continued, panting and rubbing Khan\'s lap with sensual moves to fuel his lust. His attention on her deepened, and she thrived in that feeling.

Monica could see Khan had nothing but her in his mind. He belonged to her fully, but she wanted more. Monica knew Khan owned her, but that wasn\'t enough. She desired him to become addicted to her in every sense. Khan was desperate due to the Nak, and her selfish sides demanded the same intensity for her.

"You know?" Khan whispered, almost begging Monica to continue. His mouth remained slightly open, and Monica placed her thumbs on his lips to prevent a kiss and continue tempting him.

"You know," Monica said, her voice becoming an enthralling drug in Khan\'s ears. "I\'m yours, so I don\'t count as a present. That will come later."

Monica\'s selfish plan vanished as Khan\'s moved for her lips. Tricks and teases left her mind, and Khan filled it. She shared the same desperate desire she had created inside him, and the two immediately fell prey to it.

The passion cut the rest of the world away, but neither Khan nor Monica cared. Nothing was more important than that moment, but the universe still tried to surpass it. The couple didn\'t notice the messages reaching their phones, but the news spread through the network, and uproar swept the general public.