The Sudden Peace
Inside a tree. Havila.
"What were you thinking?"
Ja Lia was eating her up with an odd ogle. He wished he could do more than that. If twere possible to scold someone with looks, he would had done exactly that. But she only sat on the bed smiling, probably making a joke of him. He wasn't vexed. He was acquainted with her nuances.
"You could had gotten the both of us killed. I'm sure you knew that."
He shot. He saw seated on the chair opposite the bed. The room was illuminated with blue rays that day. He sure didn't know how she came up with the tricks.
"It's a slap in my face that you still fear whenever you're around me."
Her countenance had fallen. Well, you might think she was sad or something close to that, but in no time she could burst out laughing again. Such was her art.
"That's not the point, babe."
He paused, trying to see how she would feel hearing that compliment. She shot him a glance and looked away. He didn't know what meaning to read to that. She was hell of a drama.
"Don't tell me you don't want to be a king."
She glared at him. He looked away from her and took the gourd of palm wine on the stool next to the chair. He gulped in a long troll.
She was tempted to make him choke on it but tossed the urge aside. If twas then when she was playing a game, twould had been cool, but that moment, she loved him.
"You should had asked me that before announcing to the populace. What choice do I have now?"
He remonstrated. She chuckled and stood up from the bed. She walked to him and sat in his laps. She began to move her butts slowly on his laps, whining. Caressing his cock with her butts.
"You're my king, and should be so to everybody."
She complimented and began to bring her face closer to his. She was still moving her butts on his laps over his cock. He was smothered, his mouth paved, expecting the kiss, a stimulant for the havoc she was causing down there.
Then she stopped abruptly, her lips hovering over his. She stood up and walked to a small cupboard to the right of the bed.
He was frustrated and angered for being put in her mood only for her to deny him. He stood up and hurried to her. He must ravish her by force.
As he got to and wanted to hold her, she disappeared.
He turned and began to move in no precise order,
"Where are you?"
He called. All he could hear was the gentle call of the breeze traversing the nook and crannies of the room.
"Ok, I won't kiss you."
He gave up, yet she was nowhere to be found. Then he heard a rattling under the bed. He was tempted to go look but ignored the urge.
He walked back to his seat chanting,
"Suit yourself."
He retired into the chair, his legs crossed. He picked one of the scrolls on the table and began to read through. There was a translation note scribbled by the letter.
"Impossible."
He muttered to himself.
"What's impossible?"
He heard her say. She was back on the bed, in her hand was a bunch of berries. He sighed and shook his head.
"I didn't know you could write."
He challenged. She only chuckled and flung the bunch after taking few of the fruits. But to his dismay, the bunch landed on his lap. If you ask him, he wasn't surprised. Though he gasped.
"You didn't ask."
She shot at him. He plucked two berries and threw them in the abyss of his mouth. He spoke amidst the munching,
"I thought the best thing you could do was have sex, riding people as though they are horses."
She laughed for a while. He joined in. He hadn't heard her laugh in such manner; such contagious manner.
Then she threatened,
"Until I make your small penis disappear, that's when you'll quit doubting the power of a Nymph."
He grinned. A toothed smile. She was hell of a crazy bitch.
"Maybe I'll start trusting your abilities when you increase the size of my dick."
She pointed her left index finger at the bunch on his lap, and one of the berries was plucked automatically. Then she made it float in the air, before his face. Then at once, she swiped her index finger forward and in effect, the berry hit him in the face.
Though the pain was mild, but he thirsted for revenge. As he wanted to pluck one of the berries to do what she had done, he couldn't find the bunch anymore.
He shot her a crazy glare.
"Is that what you're looking for?"
She pointed at the cupboard. He didn't know what expression to give.
"About your dick, I love it that way. I don't want my ribcage shifted by some super long cock."
She smiled. He wondered how smoothly those words dropped from her lips. Like she never felt any reluctance, saying the words, 'penis', 'dick', 'cock' et cetara.
"Where's my baby?"
He leaned so heavily in the chair. He felt so comfortable in the small chair. He hated to think that twas Lailah's doing.
She began to laugh and pointed at the cupboard.
"Are you crazy, In the cupboard?"
He said standing up immediately. His peaceful face had been smothered by rage.
"Let's fight."
She dared standing tall. Though he knew she was only messing with him. Her cute face pulling a childish trick.
"I'm serious, Lailah."
She began to walk towards him. He didn't know what to do with her. She was just too annoying.
She got to him and pressed her body on him. Then she began to rub her body on him. Her handful boobs trailing his bare chest. He was beginning to have a boner.
"Don't be like this Lailah."
He muttered, trying to control the urge swelling. Then she stopped the rubbing and spoke, rubbing her stomach,
"Isn't this our baby, what you're looking for?"
He looked down and his jaw dropped. The pregnancy was there. He couldn't help but be surprised. How'd she do that. Didn't he just see her walk to him with flat stomach, rubbing her all on him?
"Where'd you keep the baby in the first place."
He asked, putting his left palm on the stomach. The first time he would ever touch and feel the foetus. It kicked.
She hit his hand off the pregnancy and turned from him. She began to walk towards the bed,
"You won't believe if I tell you."
She said over her head. He just watched her go. Wondering if he was blessed to have her or...