The Time To Reap

           Inside a tree. Still Havila. 

       "Where have you been going these whiles? And are you going again today?"

     Ja Lia's voice was still and calm. He had gained the peace of mind as well as the will to want to live on. He had been refreshened as well as seen to ease. He didn't get the fuss any longer, he only wanted a stance on which he would build upon. He owed Lailah everything, and gratitude was just a part of it. He should be dead by now, but one way or the other, he was still alive. 

     "Of course I'll still leave but twouldnt be but for a while from now."

     She smiled. He was sure that he had no faintest idea what she had said but he didn't mean to ask her anymore. 

     "I couldn't believe that y'all Nymphs live in a tree."

     He made an exception. She looked away from him to the inner walls of the tree which looked like a well furnished royal room. The walls painted milk and gleaming. 

    What stood out in precision was the strength of illumination which ran across the room. Twas hard to tell where the golden rays came from. 

    The roof of the room was oval and endless as its formation was of no regular quality. He hadn't seen any substance or material as such. If he was asked, he might be tempted to say that the tree was planted by the Nymph for her classified purposes. 

      "There are many things I'll show you, and there are many journeys you'll walk with me through. But firstly, I'll have my way to the last plot and be back. But be rest assured, we still have few days to ourselves."

      Her breath filled the room. Twas like she was the ventilator. He cherished every part of her. Especially her two boobs that increased in sizes at her on will. 

     "This classified journey you are about to embark on, I'll be honored if you give me a hint."

     He allowed himself to be distracted, though there was a wind of ego permeating the tone of his voice. A man would always retain that. 

     She put the scroll in her hands aside and stared back at him amorously. He savored the moment, he had longed for it. He had longed for her touch but he knew that she wanted him more than he her. 

    She said,

      "Why don't you give me the honour of keeping it a secret for a while, and when the time is right, we'll all see it unfold."

     He looked away from him. Twas a wonder that Lailah seemed broken. Probably broken by the odds of time or the circumstances she had been tried with by nature. 

     There were few inscriptions on the walls of the room. He couldn't read them, the language seemed remote. Not like anyone he was acquainted with or which any mortal tongue could speak. He was tempted to ask her to explain but he had something more demanding. 

    "Hope you've not left Havila in ruins. I know you're pretty much obsessed with revenge."

   He was weak at taming the urge to know the truth. He wished she could just let the cat out of the bag. He hated been eaten up by curiosity. 

   He would had return to Havila all by himself if possible, but he could never go out of the room, out of the tree without her aid. 

    He had watched her severally whenever she would go out. And when she was gone, he would attempt to walk through the walls like she had done, but ended up bumping his head against the hard wall. 

      "Ja Lia, how obstinate."

   She murmured and stood up. Her long silk gown sweeping the zooming floor. Twas a wonder that whenever either of them stepped on the floor, it becomes still beneath them. But looking at it from the either the chair from which Lailah had stood up or from the bed on which Ja Lia was seated, it seemed to move. 

     As she walked closer, all he could think of was putting her two boobs in his mouth at a time. He could see the nipples calling at him through the loquacious gown. 

    Her cleavages showing off almost half of the bouncing balls. 

     She got to the bed and sat next to him, both of their feet towards the floor. 

      "Let's put those bothering thoughts aside firstly and have the best of that which we could reach for."

    She put her right palm on his left cheek and caressed it as she muttered into his face, he could feel her warm breath washing his face,

     "All I can think of now is having your cock in my mouth, reaching at the base of my throat, choking me to the verge of orgasm..."

     Ja already had a boner as he put his left palm on one of the sides of her neck, peering at those devilishly eyeballs of hers. 

    She kissed him gently at first and brought her face up. She went again, tasting his rich lips for the first time after a very long while. She had wanted him so badly but now wants him to ride her at his own will. 

      "Will you allow me that of your freewill?"

   She confessed, bringing up her face again. He was already high on the charm of her caresses. His eyes closed. She knew that he wouldn't be able to make a sane choice at that. His boner controlled him. 

    She left go his cheek abruptly and he opened his eyes. He gave her the curious gaze and reached for that hand she had dropped. He placed it back on his cheek and waited until she resumed the caressing. 

     He kissed her at that time. Twas his time to turn her on,

     "Most times when you think you have me against my will, I was always the one who wanted to be in your arms again, tasting the juice of your pussy, roughening the path between your boobs..."

      She held his face tightly at that and began to ruin his lips with hers, sliding her other hand down his chest till she grabbed his boner and began to fiddle with it. 

    He, in response put his two hands to her boobs and began to squeeze them gently, then tuning the squeeze to the manner at which she played with his boner. 

      Then at once, he fought his mouth free and looked into her eyes. She wanted to grab his lips again but he prevented her, staring deeply into this silver eyes of hers. 

      Even at that, she didn't let go of his boner. 

    He was enjoying it but had a question to ask. He broke the question to rhythm of the pleasure,

      "Tell t-the truth Lai--l--ah, am I the ow--n--ner of t--the foetus gr--rowing in you?"

      Lailah couldn't smile. Though she wanted badly to but she couldn't wait to feel his boner in her, ripping her veins apart. 

    She muttered, roughening the boner to the pace of her heartbeat. She could see curiosity spread across his face. 

    "By the sacred oath of Philiah, I swear you are."

    She affirmed. He was relieved and glad that she told the truth, even though he knew that he was in no manner ready to be a father. 

    He pushed her on the bed and went down on her, though she didn't want to let go of his boner. He fought it free to repay her effort. 

     He went down on her. If twere possible, he would suck her pussy dry, then...