Chapter 20: Making a progeny (+18)
Her delicate hands caress my already erect manhood. I need her, I want her, and I yearn for her warmth. I grasped her beautiful breast and sucked. She is pleased to no end to see me adoring her so vehemently.
As I massaged her down there, her mouth fell agape as an instinctual reaction to all the pleasant sensations. We are human beings, but just for today, the beasts within us take center stage. We communicate with moans and eye contact, yet somehow we perfectly understand each other. Just like she requested from me, her aching womb will be seeded by my thick manhood today.
Our tongues, our lips, and our hearts are connected. I squeezed her full buttocks. This juicy ass will give me a child. My squeeze wakes her up from her lustful daze. Her eyes blazed with desire. She put one of her feet on the back of my chair and the other on top of the wardrobe. She clung to my thick black hair with both hands and pushed my face into her wet womanhood. As I pleased her with my tongue, she started moaning and dancing like a snake above my neck.
"I love you, I love you, I love you!"
She bestowed her juices upon me, which prompted me to drink to my heart's content. She let herself fall onto my lap, her cheeks red.
I rubbed my manhood at her opening.
"Do you want to take it in? Do you want to have your fertile womb sown with my potent seed, woman?"
Her eyes full of desire and desperation, she answered my question.
"Yes, Yes. A thousand times yes."
I inserted myself into her willing and wet love cave.
"Ihk!"
I'm as deep as I could be in this woman. She is taking me and making me her as much as I'm taking her and making her mine. A back-and-forth dance takes place. Beads of sweat form on her beautiful skin, making it look like it's gilded with diamonds. The gods gave men a peek into heaven in the form of women.
"Ahn, Ahn, Ahn!"
Her hair is in a chaotic situation, yet she doesn't care. As much as the desert is hot, she is hotter. She intends to extinguish that fire of passion inside of her with my manhood. I cooperate. Every stroke is a shock reverberating through her entire body. She squeezes on me, as if hungering for my seed.
I slammed into her for a long time. I don't know if she reached the zenith of pleasure during those times, but she rolled her eyes back three times during our lovemaking. Finally, my manhood couldn't take its torment anymore. I gnashed my teeth, and little pinpricks made of pleasure traveled from my head to my toe. I released copious amounts of seed into her.
I then attempted to let her get off me.
"No, let's stay like this for a while."
She aims to let my seed marinate in her. She is pressing herself onto me, as if the more my cock stayed inside, the more likely she would get pregnant. Instead of trying to push her away, I hugged her tight and assisted her in clinging onto me. I did little in and out to squeeze the last drops of semen out of me through her vice grip on my manhood down there.
She is a good woman.
"Lift me up."
I obliged. She is clinging to me like a monkey without taking my manhood out.
"Place me on my back, please. That way, your seed won't spill when you pull out of me."
So that's what she was afraid of. I pulled myself out and guided the little white drop that drizzled out of her back into her with my finger. She is lying upside down with her shoulders on the bed and her back on the wall.
"Tell me some baby names!" She commands. She is deadly serious.
"Onuris for a boy, and Nuit for a girl."
Her face beamed with happiness. She placed a kiss on my cheek. She then said, "You better turn back alive from that campaign. If not for me, for this baby." solemnly. Her voice carried a hint of sadness.
"I will return safe and sound." I reassured her. I don't really know if I really will, of course. She is expectantly caressing her belly. A wave of love overcomes me. I kiss her rosy cheek. She lets me, because she is my woman. I get to kiss her lips, and I caress her lower back. I suck, lick, and kiss her salty breasts. Her sweat has dried on her. The afterglow of that intense lovemaking still hangs in the air. I take her hand and get a glimpse of her palm. As a structure, her hand is delicate, but the skin on her hand has been weathered by the years of slavery that she has suffered through.
I gently kissed her palm.
"These are the hands of a free woman now. All the callouses on this hand of yours that you suffered now benefit you and the ones you love. What do you feel about that? You have been freed from your shackles, but have you been freed from the shackles on your mind? Do you feel like I'm your master, or do you feel like I'm your man?"
She understood the doubts in my heart. Since she didn't leave me the moment she rose above me in the world, there are two possibilities. One, she loves me. That's easy to understand and accept. The second possibility is more tricky. She might have failed to liberate herself from the slave mentality. I must hear from her the word "no" without hurting my relationship with her.
She is lying on my chest, naked, looking at me with adoring eyes. She will not say no in this situation.
"What's a food you absolutely hate, Aisha?"
She thought for a second, tapping her index finger on her chin.
"That has to be the bland oatmeal. I absolutely hated it when we were fed those four meals in a row."
Her eyes betrayed her, revealing harrowing memories within.
"What would you do if I fed you oatmeal four meals in a row? Would you hate me? Would you tell me no?"
She put her callous palm on my cheek. Every fiber of her being exudes love upon love. A subtle prayer, a worship, escapes her pretty lips. It leaves me in deep grief.
"I would drink poison from your hand a thousand times. I'm a slave to your love."
A dreaded realization fell on me.
"Aisha, the world is unfathomably large. Its sandstorms hit slaves and masters alike. Free people survive because they can do what they need, and slaves die because they can't. I can't accept you being a slave. Do you understand me?"
She rolled her eyes.
"A love slave is different from a normal slave. If you had used me and abused me, of course I would walk away from you. I'm your love slave, because you never would. I'm your love slave because you would go to any length to do things right by me. I'm your love slave because you are my love slave."
I'm a love slave. I never thought of it like that. She presses herself onto my face, and I lick her. She presses herself onto my crotch, and I fuck her. I never disappoint. What am I if I am not a love slave?
"Hahahah!"
She laughs with me.
At that moment, Naika walked in.
"Are you guys done playing?"
The relationship between me and Naika is different from the relationship between me and Asenath. Naika needs semen to aid her in her pursuit of immortality. Unlike how I'm with Aisha and Salma, our relationship is strictly physical. Normally, she would be a brothel worker for the sake of convenience. She didn't want to be a brothel worker, so she is using me as a seed dispenser. She can source it from men other than myself if she wants. She uses the seed for meditation, and for that reason, she is not impregnated.
She dropped her skirt on the ground, revealing the riches underneath. She put one of her legs on the chair.
Aisha whispered in my ear.
"Fuck her, Nazhotep. It's only natural that women throw themselves at you. I want you to fuck such women half to death so they will look at me with envy."
I can tell that Naika was a bit ticked off.
"I would fuck you too; I don't give a fuck."
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