I frown at him, my fists clenching at my side. "Ina ne kawai da abokantaka! Ka sani, kai ne mutum na fari na sadu a nan abin da ya ba kokarin fyade da ni." (I'm only being friendly! You know, you're the first man I've met here that hasn't tried to rape me.)This changes him slightly. "Me ya sa kake so ka zama abokai da ni? Mace ke ba ya so ya zama aboki na da sai dai idan tana son wani abu daga gare ni." (Why do you want to be friends with me? A woman's never wanted to be my friend before unless she wanted something from me.)I frown, placing my hands on my hips. "Ina so kawai ka dogara," I explain. "Na yi maka alkawari ba za ta mutu idan kana da irin kawai a gare ni…da kai me." (I only want your trust. I promise you won't die if you're only being kind to me…which you are.)His brows furrow together. "Mu no abokai?" (We are friends?)I nod my head. "Na'am. Mu ne abokai." (Yes. We are friends.) A distant shouting causes him to jump in his place. He gives me a look of kindness before he
I want to ask Michelle when she fell in love with Drinks of Waterfall and if she knew, or really could have known her own heart before he gave her his. Instead, I lean back in the chair and let the wind blow in from the window, hoping that it would whisper to me the answers he never says.I sip more of my wine, my dizzy spell intensifying. I want to ask all the characters in the books I've read if the hero ever got bored of his lover once evil vanquished and rode off into the sunset alone, without looking back. I want to ask him why he has any right to scale the perimeters of the steps I took while locked up in my towerwhen it was he, himself who put me there. I want to ask him why he has any right to make me feel this way when he was the one that trapped me with his kind smile and gentle touch.I want to ask him if the wine has the power to reveal the hearts of boys and men and if it could tell me as much as the scars on his back or the look in his eyes when he speaks so gloriously
"Oh please!"He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks the nectar off of them. His lips glistened with my wetness. He's tasted me again. "You are so wet," he murmurs, diving back down to kiss my neck. He lifts his knee between my legs to momentarily satisfy the ache. "So ready for me."My wetness paints his knee as I writhe against him. Soft skin against hard muscles. Heavy breathing, partially lidded eyes, lips all over. "Oh, Cesar I want you but I am scared too "His erection stands so tall that it almost hits his stomach. It is impressive when soft, but when excited it is even more impressive if that is even possible. He jerks himself a few times, never breaking eye contact with me. "Think of thepleasure I shall bring you," he whispers to me. "Think of me inside of you, dragging fire throughout your veins, making you call out my name so sweetly. Are you ready my Tiger claw?"His knee moves again, touching against a very heated spot. I cry out again, my back arching, thrustin
I clench around his cock, making him roar in pleasure, and throw his head back, slamming into me harder. It feels so good. He promised he would make it feel good, and it most certainly does.He's mumbling sweet things in my ear, dirty things. "Such a good girl," he mumbles softly, his teeth catching my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. The quick strokes drag the through my veins and make my body surge with somean unknown force of pleasure."Oh harder," I moan. He's taking it gently because of me being his budurwa, and his wanting to take it slow to savor the moment, but it's driving me insane. "Please!"He cannot deny me my request. He is like an animal with the way he forces himself into me so passionately. I try To prop myself up on my elbows to give myself some ground, but with each thrust into me, he brings the air into my lungs then knocks it right back out.I throw my head back against the pillows and grasp the sheets so tightly until my knuckles turn white. His breathing
I literally turned but he throw me back in my position and hold my arms from his one hand around my belly and from another hand, he was holding my thigh so I won't try to cross my legs. " Ahh, Prince Edmund! Please stop! This is too much " No matter how much I protest he still did it until I was discharged...After that, he placed himself between my legs" I am going in Princess! If it hurt don't expect any mercy from me! But I promise to be as gentle with you as I could " I closed my eyes shut tight. Prince Edmund thrust his shaft forward slowly as he made his little guy enter inside my deep cave slowly until it was all in.It was so painful as if it will never end. I have had experience with pain but this was not less than a whip pain. I clenched my sheets not to make a noise." Princess are you okay? " He asked and I started crying" Prince Edmund it hurts so bad " I cried like a child l. He stays still from the bottom but from the top, he start kissing me so I could adjust."
"Giya ga sarki."(Wine for the king.)At first, he only stares at her in interest. The child's smile falls slightly, as she must be feeling intimidated by her king's steely gaze. I nudge his arm. He looks over at me in interest. I nod my head as if telling him to take the wine and be kind to her.I know he's not very good with children, only because he doesn't quite know how to act with them. He was always the youngest child in his family so he never had experience. He wants his children but needs to learn a little first.He plasters on a smile when I signal him to and takes the cup. "Na gode Tsai," he says to her (Thank you very much).The little girl's smile instantly comes back and she runs to her mother in the excitement that the king had just spoken to her and smiled at her.Suddenly someone starts to chant in the Hausa language. I realize that it's Three Horses. The drums and flutes play in tune with his chanting. The people around the giant fire in the middle of the shagali mov
"No…you have to pick up your chest a little. Puff it out like you're trying to prove a point to someone. Great!" I'm praising him with a smile on my face, clapping my hands like an excited little girl. Ever since He comes back from shagali, I've been teaching him a little about my culture, and some of the dances. I told him of the countless balls we've had, the masquerades, and the traditional styles of dancing. I told him of the masquerade balls, where people would dress up as characters from stories, wearing extravagant costumes and masks to try the said character. I told him that the royalty would throw balls regularly, and nobles would sometimes throw them as well. I even told him of a ball my family held. I step forward, pressing my hands onto his, and then I step right back to where I was. I spin gracefully a few times, with the help of one of his abnormally large fingers. I then lift my skirts a little higher, showing my foot dancing upon the stone floors. I move my hips rather
There is a little crossing with three pathways branching off of it, the dark corridors illuminated only by torches. He explains that the dungeons are to the right, the private library is straight on ahead and the 'prized possession' room would be left. There is an unlit torch lying against the wall.He takes it, lights it, and then leads me down the left pathway.It is a little unnerving being down in the base level of the castle, where I'd never dared venture before. It is dark, cobwebs lining the ceilings and pesky rats crawling through holes in the stone walls. I wonder if Prince Edmund has any prisonersstaying in the dungeons right now, and if the person who guards the dungeon room whips and tortures their prisoners...When I look back, I can see no sign of Prince Edmund in the Dark hallway. I can see only the shadows of a torch. I pick up my skirts and rush after him; I would hate to be lost down herewith the rats and the spiders. When I finally do catch up to him, I wrap my ar