Twenty-three

"Stop it. I ain't in the mood for this."

He tried to be sane. He wanted to shake her hands off but he wasn't that courageous. Probably that was why the lady thought of taking advantage of him. He seemed to be understanding things about her more and more and that seemed to bring him closer to the realization of whom she was really was. 

He wouldn't had had a contention with her person if that didn't tamper with his pedigree but there was nothing he could do at that moment. She was always infringing on his right and was always doing more of colonizing and luring and all. He wasn't go to let that keep going on and on. 

"I'll held you be in the mood."

She whispered into his left ear. That seemed like some spell. The breathy syllables sent some shrills down his spin and he had no idea how to ignore it. He knew that she was some crazy lady and a Nymph matter-of-factly. She would always have her way with words. 

That shouldn't be true. He should also have his way with actions. He shouldn't be tossed about by her. He was supposed to be a man and be responsible for his own actions. His pleasure should not always dictate to him where he should go or what he should do. 

Her hand was still moving over his penis and he was shaking under. Her nipples were wet behind him. His back could feel the rage of the nipples. He couldn't ignore the two stimulants. If he didn't ignore quickly, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to ignore anymore. Of course he knew what the lady was capable of doing. He wouldn't take feeble chances of course. Never would he do that. 

He reached his hand to her hand which was over his penis and removed it. He knew that he didn't want to do it but he had no choice. He should be sane of course and shouldn't be someone else's puppet. He should be responsible for his actions. 

She put it back and hungrily fought her hand into his skirt and was holding the penis barely. She began to give it strokes and he began to moan. 

She spoke again:

"Allow my blessings."

He hated her for that. She always felt like she was right. She always felt like she was the one who knew what was the best for the rest and would stick to it. He knew that that was not true. That could never be. 

She still have her other hand wrapped around him and at that moment was dragging her boobs pressed to his back up and down for squeezes. Since he wouldn't do that willingly. She would force him. No! She wouldn't force him. She needn't force him. That was for the inexperienced. She was only going to give him the reason to continue the process with her. She knew that he would be way too weak to reject it. She knew what stuff he was made of. 

"This is a curse. Nothing close to a blessing."

She brought her mouth closer to his ear and began to murmur into it. He knew what she was trying to do. She wasn't making any sense matter-of-factly, but he knew what she was trying to do. She was of course trying to distract him. If she did keep to that, he would have no idea of what to think. Even if he had the idea, he wouldn't be able to think it through. If he was bold and strong enough to think it through, he would be way too weak to act it. 

He must be ready to resist it. There was no one who would do that for him. He had discovered that fighting himself ease from the lady would not be a cake walk, if he would be standing for something, he should be standing tall for it. That was what twas and would be. 

"That's up to you to decide what meaning you make of it."

She had had strokes on his erection that he was already wet all over his skirt. He seemed to stink even at that moment. 

She decided to turn him to herself at what she had said earlier but he fought himself free and made for the door. 

Fighting himself ease of her, he had unintentionally knocked her out and she had fallen with her head on the berth and the remaining part of her body being debated by the air and the floor of the room. 

He had been thinking of that dearly before he was able to make a move. If he hadn't acted that way, he probably wouldn't be able to snap out of the voodoo tossed by the lady. 

He looked at her at the opening of the house. Then he held unto the curtain which was hanging down loosely from the rotten bar of the door. He was bold enough to make his words into the arts of time:

"Do not come looking for me anymore. You're nothing but a mere slut. And for you, we three brothers can never be at odds. So if that is your objective, snap outta it, you'll never have it. It is a mirage, an illusion and lives only up there in your brain. There's no place for it here in the land of the living."

He was glad that he was able to say that. He had never thought he would be able to speak that well after what she had done to his brain few moments ago. He probably was only jumpy and had no sane idea of what he was supposed to do. 

She had found her balance and was seating on the berth at that moment. He was conscious to take note of every of her steps. He knew quite well that he could never trust. She wasn't that reliable. She wasn't even in a bit.