Pristine, page 8
Onen growled, a sound purely suited for an animal. His caressing hands tightened on her fleshy thighs as he pushed them upward, bending them so far, they touched her breasts, invariably exposing her dripping cunt to his consuming gaze.
This woman and everything about her drove him crazy with a maddening hunger that nothing else had ever elicited from him. She was his life, his hope, his future, the only one that balanced him. Joining with her had always been a visceral experience, and he had missed it. He had missed the ‘no bars’ of their lovemaking, the inferno they usually created when they joined, and most of all, the lightening of their souls afterwards.
“Nk –”
“I want you now, super man,” she sobbed, her hand reaching and caressing his broad, muscular chest while her legs rounded his thighs and pulled him nearer. He didn’t hesitate this time.
“You’re going to feel me fill you, baby—” he declared just before he bridged her entrance, watching as her eyes widened and her mouth formed a silent ‘o,’ taking the full length of him. Then she moaned loudly, the pleasure eviscerating all inhibitions, for she didn’t care if the maids heard her scream.
“Oh, lord,” Onen groaned, holding himself stiff, his eyes closing momentarily since the sight of his wife’s enjoyment would surely end their lovemaking before it even began.
She thrashed about, silently demanding he move. But he groaned again.
“Nk, please,” he begged, shaking his head at her when their heavy eyes met.
She whimpered, panting, almost sobbing because she understood she wasn’t supposed to move when all she wanted was to feel the inexorable glide of his hard length filling her and turning the ache in the pit of her stomach to mindless pleasure.
Finally, he moved, just a little, and she bucked from the bed to get more. She arched her hips to meet him halfway as he began plunging, settling into a rhythm that had her gasping aloud each time he slammed into her.
“Yes!” she rasped, her inner muscles tightening as she felt the onslaught of a powerful orgasm begin with unfurling heat and tingling in her womb.
“Oh, Nk! God, I love you,” he panted, feeling she was close, and the knowledge only made his pleasure gather momentum at the base of his spine. It was going to be a gigantic one, he could feel it.
His movements lost rhythm, and he rutted into his wife like an animal. His hips pounded against hers so fast, he was barely even pulling out before slamming back in.
“Come with me, darling, come with me,” he gasped as he twisted his hips, slightly changing position to get to her deepest G-spot. Her increased screams and mindless thrashing told him he’d succeeded. He still reached down in between their bodies and flicked her clit with his middle finger, satisfied when she shouted her climax, drenching his plunging penis with molten cream and dragging him over the edge, too.
Onen expelled his essence deep into her womb, groaning and growling and not able to stop his plunging movement until every drop of him had been squeezed by the swollen nerves of his wife’s sweet cunt.
“Thank you…thank you,” Nkoyo gasped, rolling after her husband as he slid out of her. Their arms circled each other tightly, both of them panting as shivers of pleasure wracked their bodies at intervals.
“I love you, Nk, I love you so very much,” he whispered with reverence, kissing her neck and tightening his hold on her.
“I love you, too. I love you beyond words, my super man,” she whispered, and they slept that way till day break.
Ahem! Why is it so hot in here?
Chapter Ten
As you well know, usually, I always make myself scarce when my people are ‘loving.’ I’m cousin to Jealousy, and I tend to display some of her traits at times. Additionally, I hate missing my all-time crush, Trouble—that guy is fine sha. Nevertheless, last night, I was caught off guard. Forgive me.
If this line of conversation is confusing to you, then you really need to read my previous story. If you haven’t, then you’re sitting on a long thing.
Anyway, it’s six-thirty a.m., and despite the very explosive ‘loving’ that had occurred in this room, Onen had other things in mind. Other things against his basic instinct of staying in bed, wrapped up in the warm, fleshy softness of his wife until it was time to visit Mmatami again.
However, he was a prince, and he worried for the king, his father, and his people. After listening to the worry in his mother’s voice yesterday, thoughts of the problems that might be brewing hung on the periphery of his mind and prodded him away from the comfort of his wife’s body.
Sometimes, reading people’s mind could be a problem—too much information. I cannot say here the things going through the prince’s mind to do to his beautifully naked wife this morning. I can only confess the man has a dirty mind, though. I mean, I’m a spirit, but I feel the urge to blush at the pictures flashing through his brain.
I’m proud of him anyway because, even though his ‘lower body’ had risen to attention at his erotic thoughts, comfortably wedged in between his wife’s considerable backside, the prince groaned and reluctantly—notice the emphasis—got up and went about preparing to visit his father at the palace.
This is the kind of attitude that makes for a good king, and Onen will be that…if he stays alive long enough. But let me not spoil the story for you.
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The Atam palace could pass for an ordinary, wealthy man’s house for all the ceremonious fixtures it didn’t have. It had been this feature that’d shocked Nkoyo when she’d first been sent over by her parents, the king and queen of Efik kingdom, on the pretext of learning basic leadership skills. The monarchs had hoped their friends, the rulers of Atam kingdom, would be able to instil humility and the reality of what leadership should be in their daughter.
A smile lifted Onen’s lips as he strode from his car into the palace, recalling his first sight of his wife. After a harrowing day getting here, the shock of the palace looking like a peasant’s home compared to that of her parents’ and discovering her luggage was missing, courtesy of his mom, Nkoyo had later told him that his discovering her half-naked on the floor had been as a result of waking up with a start and not realizing she’d been sleeping at the edge of the bed.
He shook his head, his smile widening into a grin as he followed a palace attendant. Warmth suffused his heart at the intense love he felt for his wife. She’d been the most self-centred, entitled ‘bitch’ when he’d met her, but after going through his mom, she’d changed. Who would’ve thought they’d be soul mates when they’d started off hating each other…at least, publicly, since both of them had later confessed to their inability to stop thinking about the other.
It had been Nkoyo’s opinion the palace was less than royal when she’d first arrived, especially when no one waited on her as she was used to at home. The palace was actually gorgeous but in an understated way, especially when compared with the Efik or the Ibibio one.
Dressed in jogging clothes, with the hope of exercising after speaking with his father, Onen nodded his thanks at the palace attendant and knocked on the door of the king’s library, waiting to hear his directive before entering.
“Good morning, Father.” His words came out stiffly, pissed his parents had hidden kingdom matters from him.
King Liman sat at his impressive desk, the glow of his table lamp illuminating his face and the papers scattered on his table, so it was easy for Onen to see the slight arc of his eyebrow at his intonation.
“Father?” he asked with a mild smile, mimicking the stiff tone while looking over the spectacles perched on his nose at his son.
“Well, my dad did refuse to tell me the challenges the kingdom was facing. You said I had to learn a lot from you, especially the diplomacy involved in conflict resolution. How do you expect me to succeed you and be as good as you when you hide important issues from me?”
Onen didn’t realize how worked up he’d become until he stopped talking. The silence after his outburst was deafening, a huge contrast to his just raised voice.
King Liman sighed and dropped his pen. His heart was heavy for he knew his son was right. As a king, a leader of many, he should’ve been used to people misunderstanding some of his decisions. Nonetheless, this was his son, his blood, and his blatant anger at him caused a twinge of hurt in his heart.
Onen was more hurt than angry that he’d been kept out of the loop by his parents. He couldn’t imagine why they would do such a thing. He knew his father always had reasons for every decision he took, which was why he was beginning to feel the onset of guilt for shouting at him.
The guilt blossomed when he noticed that his once impressively stately father had lost some weight, his shoulders stooped as though he carried the weight of the world on them. Despite the overall soft lighting of the library as opposed to the brilliance of his table lamp, Onen was able to see new groves of wrinkles on his father’s face as he approached him. Even his gait seemed less confident. He had always been a bit taller and more muscular than his dad, but it’d been unmistakable that his physical attributes had been inherited from his father. Right then, though, he just seemed like he towered over the man.
It was as though he was seeing his father with new eyes. His intense concern for his wife had totally taken all his attention, leaving all other things he’d usually been able to pick out with observation invisible. He hadn’t noticed his parents’ stress or any discord in the kingdom, and he felt he was less of a prince for not noticing, like he’d failed at his basic duty.
“Sit down, son,” Liman said wearily as he neared his first born and heir.
Onen wasted no time in respectfully dropping into the couch strategically placed in the library. A place that had become one of his favourites in the palace because Nkoyo had agreed to marry him there; she had accepted his ring, the heirloom ring, while sitting on that same couch. It seemed like a far-off memory, but the image was as sharp as ever, especially since the heirloom ring had become their present issue.
Liman watched his son take a deep breath and shake his head as though to clear his thoughts. He sighed because he did that a lot, too. Sometimes, he just had to let a lot of other issues go to enable him keep a clear head for his kingdom; other issues that included alienating his beloved wife.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” Onen whooshed out as though the words had been constricting his throat.
“Nothing to be sorry about, son.” Liman sat down beside him.
“I shouldn’t have snapped. I should’ve recalled that you always have good reasons for your decisions, and I should’ve asked with a cool head,” he insisted.
Liman chuckled as his son flung the lessons he’d learnt over the years on leadership at him. Though it was important a king keep a cool head in heated situations, he didn’t blame Onen for being angry. The boy would be perfect for the throne, and Liman was sure he would do greater things than him when he ascended as king of Atam kingdom.
“Your mom did warn me to expect you, but not this early,” he began calmly, then coughed to clear his throat while arranging his house coat over his pyjamas.
“I hope to exercise later before checking out a few things at the mill. I still have to take Nkoyo back to Mmatami today.” Onen ended with a grumble.
Liman chuckled again, understanding how much his son hated the spiritual side of their culture. “How did that go?”
“You mean, Mom didn’t tell you?” Onen asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow, a tint of playful sarcasm in his voice.
“She did,” he replied with a wide grin. “But it mostly contained her opinion. Now, I’m asking yours.”
Onen groused, folding his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest. His father’s smile widened because his adult son resembled a petulant child at that moment.
“I don’t like it. There’re just so many unexplainable details. Last night, she was so depleted after her ordeal, Dad. I didn’t also understand how my soft wife could have been strong enough to crack the arm of a sturdy wooden chair.”
Liman’s eyes widened in blatant shock.
Onen nodded. “Yes, Dad. When I went in to carry her because she’d practically fainted, her hands were clasped over the cracked arm of the chair, and she had tiny slices from the splinters.”
He huffed in annoyance, the same that had consumed him the previous evening when he’d stared at his fatigued wife.
“Your mother’s own hadn’t been that severe. In fact, hers had ended at just dreams that had lasted only the first month.”
Onen sighed. “I…did you ever have Mom’s dreams?” he asked, sounding confused and actually looking vulnerable for such a manly man.
Liman’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“Exactly. But at about one a.m., about the same time Nk usually screams awake from her nightmares, I awoke from one of it.”
The king’s eyes widened again. “That’s a new one. Are you sure it wasn’t just psychological?”
“I wish. I told Nk about the dream, and she confirmed it was the continuation of the vision she’d been made to see at Mmatami’s place. Apparently, her marriage finger, with the ring on it, had mistakenly landed on my forehead in her sleep…”
“So, you saw the vision. This confirms it,” Liman said with a proud mien as he stared at his son.
“Confirms what?”
“This confirms, Onen, that you’re special, which is why your wife is also special. And only special persons become great kings,” he declared sagely.
“Dad, that means you’re special, too, because you’re the greatest king I know, and I hope to be able to do half the things you have done.”
Liman chuckled and slapped his son’s shoulder companionably. “Of course I’m special, I sired you, didn’t I?”
“That you did,” Onen agreed with a smile of his own, his heart surging with love for his parent.
“I know you hate the issue with the ring, but the old woman coming back to life just because you and your wife were visiting should be a sign that some powerful spirits of destinies are at work here. As kings, there are some things in the traditional etiquettes that are against our personalities, but those things still have to be done. ‘Give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar’,” he quoted, pleased that his son nodded in understanding.
Liman took a giant breath and let it out with a whoosh, and Onen knew he was finally getting to the kingdom issue. Said giant breath also told him the issue was heavy, with probably no solution in sight.
“There is land dispute,” Liman reported, his expression becoming pensive.
“I thought that dispute was reconciled six months ago,” Onen pointed out, physically turning on the couch to face his father.
“You’re right. The land dispute between Idomi and Abini had been settled six months ago. This one is between Umor and Yakpani,” the king confessed soberly.
“What?” Onen exclaimed in righteous anger. “People would dare to cause trouble in the royal community of Yakpani? Isn’t that an abomination? The palace should make Yakpani the safest place to be; it should be a haven for displaced people from other communities as it has always been in times past.”
Liman nodded in agreement. “Of course, son, that is also right. But I have reached my wits’ end. When the clans involved were called for resolution, I got the feeling they both didn’t want peace. I got the weird feeling they wanted war or nothing.”
“That’s preposterous,” Onen said without much conviction in his words, because his father had always had good instincts, which he’d confessed had saved his life several times as a young man.
“You know better, son.” Liman smiled sadly at his heir. “There’s something else at work here. I don’t know what, but I’ll find out. Yakpani and Atam as a whole must remain peaceful.”
“How can I help, Father?” Onen asked eagerly, desperately.
“Nothing much,” Liman replied. “And that’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry when a line of action hasn’t been identified and you were, still are, worried for your wife.”
“It doesn’t matter. I still want to do something, Dad. This is serious.”
“It is, but there’s nothing to be done yet. Some trusted elders are out there investigating possible causes of this dispute. With a cause, a solution is imminent.”
“True.”
“So, continue to keep that mill running. There’s no need to cause panic among the people. If there’s trouble in Yakpani, then Atam kingdom crumbles, and I cannot let that happen.”
“We will not let that happen, Father,” Onen stated with conviction, his hand grasping his father’s shoulder and squeezing in support.
The men shared an understanding look, and their relationship in that moment roped stronger. The royal men were ready to fight for their kingdom.
Chapter Eleven
Onen made the turn on the untarred path that would take him back to the mill. He couldn’t run as long as usual because the meeting with his father had taken up some of his exercise time. He’d left his father a little past seven a.m. and had driven to the mill. The main office hadn’t been opened, but he’d spied some early workers on the farmland as he parked his car in front of the first factory which still housed his personal office.
He currently ran along the wall that fenced in the old mill. In the previous years, more land had been accrued, making the mill and its surrounding farmlands more than ten thousand square meters. More factories had been built; more heavy-duty food processing machines had been added and were still being shipped over from foreign countries, to increase production.
The kingdom was single-handedly feeding other kingdoms, especially Efik, Ibibio, and Oro which were the closest. King Liman might’ve started the place to make food processing easier and cheaper for the community, but Onen had a vision for it. A big one that included exportation to China; recent research discovered China was the leading consumer of processed cassava at sixty percent, plus the increasing demand for cassava as a biofuel; his father had gladly handed over the reins.
