"The challenges you have been subjected to are ridiculous and extreme, Aynur, but they are nothing compared to what we have been subjected to. I was looking for Cyrus like a madman, and I followed his raven voice in the distance until I was surprised by a tribe of negroes holding him in a web of Spider fabric which I had never seen greatest size like this, connecting two huge mountains, and in one mountain at the edge of the valley of the dwarves, a huge cave, in which the spider that sutured that sticky, sturdy web was crouching.
I tried, Of course, to save him, but I was surprised that the Negroes were blocking me with their bayonets, because my bird had become food for their idol, Sejan, the spider that dwells in the cave, so I asked the Negro chief:
"So what to do? Isn't there any solution satisfaction to your godda ...!l mean The gentle idol!"
She said - and her name is Moshto:
"The natural colour of our skin brings on us the affliction of you Whites, so you enslave us and mock us. If you help us paint us white, we'll slaughter the banquets for Sejan, so she'll leave this dinosaur."
His cries almost broke my heart, Ainur, so I immediately accepted and asked her:
"Tell me what's needed and I'll do it immediately.. But quickly, before this Sejan attacks him".
She fired a fun laugh, telling her men:
"Bring white to colour all the Negroes of the Ebony tribe."
They grabbed my arms as if I were a criminal, dragged me to their largest huts of straw, wood, and bamboo, and then took off my clothes, and I ask:
"Are you afraid of white paint on my clothes?"
They laughed in great satire, I did not understand why, then Moshto ordered them out, ordered two girls in, and then pointed them in front of me:
"Start."
And started.
They, Ainur, were the colour and beauty of raisins and molasses, and they kissed each other very lustfully as if my presence excites them, and they winked at me while kissing, as I watched in amazement. Then the long hair took off her clothes, and they did very lewd things. I swallowed my saliva as I asked Mushto:
"Do I have to watch this before I start painting?"
"Shhhhhhh."
She told me to shut up, and she called me to keep watching. And it was amusing watching, my princess friend, the girls were enjoying my presence more and more every minute.
Long - haired were shaking, and their plump Negro lips mingled with an insatiability and lust that I had never seen in a white woman before. The long-haired gave in to the big-a*s, and she groaned, and the second closed her eyes in the absence of reality, lifted her hair, and then looked directly at her, and the looks almost melted me, all tenderness, eagerness, and love, and they began to engage in heat, and they gasped and groaned, in melodies I had not heard before, neither of human nor genie.
Their bodies wriggle and move like the waves of the Sea of Gold, and they gasp and look in their eyes all tenderness and compassion, love and a captivating leaf, incredible and passion, and the groans rose, and my heat and the heat of the hut increased.
Then I suddenly understood everything, and my jaws drooped in astonishment.
What an idiot!
The paint is meant to fu*k them so that it comes from my insemination, light-skinned women like me.
So I said to Moshto, who watches the anomaly in tenderness and relief, in an accent filled with tension and anxiety:
"How many negro women are there, Mochto?"
"Very little.. 55."
My mouth opened in stupefaction
Fifty-five girls and women!
Oh, my God... I need the help of all the gods to push her power into my poor nice di*k, and that's to get it done quickly before Cyrus gets hurt. Damn and a thousand damn!
Fifty-five virgins! This will take a lot of time... And health.. Very difficult... No way. I told her in fear:
"I'd rather sleep with Sejan than jump on all these women."
Moshto and the girls laughed hard at what I said as a joke, although I was already ready for this, and even to ra*e the devil himself for Cyrus, but the leader of the Negroes ordered me to return to watch in silence.
The two girls reached the climax several times, and big - a*s took the initiative, time and time again until I started getting an erection.
During the practice, she entered a maid who informed the leader of a whispered news and then went out.
It took a lot really but in the end, I got erect, and the two girls stopped as if their hot mission was over, and the leader glanced at my naked white co*k in interest as he got up shyly and slowly, she said with dissatisfaction:
"It's small."
It was an insult, but I eagerly accepted it and I said:
"Not many will suffice, so free me to save Cyr...!"
"So that idiot stallion we found will help you."
"You mean Omid? You found him... Praise the gods... He is a thoroughbred stallion, a stallion of a rare breed, and he will do the job perfectly."
They laughed at my talk so hard, and in so resonant way, and then they brought the man we had gone through the horrors for his fu*king sword, and he was angry and indignant, he shouted at me when he saw me naked:
"Are you having fun here and leaving us among these stupid Negroes."
"Amide... I'm a prisoner like you, they want us to fu*k them to change their colour traits. This is their only condition for freeing Cyrus."
"I'll ra*e them one by one and then ra*e you personally after I'm done with them. you brought us into this situation with your smug bird and its clumsy storm."
"I rely on you for this. They are only fifty-five. Every dog has his day, hero... I will try to help you with the extra five."
"I'll tear their f**king black wombs and then pierce your pu*sy and then Cyrus's pu*sy and then all the valley elves.....!"
Amputated for his indignant words, he notices:
"You said how much? Fifty-five"
I raised my eyebrows with helplessness, with an eloquent answer. Yeah, honey, someone just had the same shock.
And so the queue began.
That bit*h (Moshto) stacked all the girls of the Negro tribe one row, and the men tied me and Amid on two wooden poles in the middle of the hut, and volunteered long - hair and Big - A*s to sex*al practice aside, until they remain a source of lust raging required, and every girl entering trying to caress Amid's co*k in advance to get erect, then be surprised it is very much stretched in one moment, so ride it pleased, until he eja**lates inside her, and he says one word after each fu*k:
- Next bit*h.
While the girls suffer with me until their caress leads to my erection, which is so late, that when I finished my first girl, I looked at Omid in pride as I gasped and my sweat overwhelmed me saying:
"She's happy... The first girl ended successfully."
He says he is bored and his huge co*k comes out of the pus*y of the screaming girl, sounding like a bang:
"Get the eighth bit*h in."
Eighth!
Did he finish seven while I only stayed with the first?! This is disgracefully unfair... I must have consumed a long time... Ah, my dear Cyrus, I invite the gods to remain alive until we end this much s*x.
And so, Ainur, we completed this terrible war mission and survived."
*
I told Arch after he finished his fu*king story:
"What a task... You were fu*king women while we were literally dying."
"And what a fu*king! It's a draining and deadly fu*k... I think the number of Negroes who will have Whites months from now will be astronomical, I also can't get an erection at all, and it looks like I won't do it for years!"
I was depressed by this statement, he on the one hand proved that he can sleep with me when the curse is over, but after this terrible incident it seems as if he was sucked from the last drop of semen. I told Omid as a matter of bitterness:
"Thank you for the sacrifice... I know you won't be able to sleep with Wahara for a long time, or...!"
I cut off my words in amazement because Wahara was caressing his pen*s under the long tablecloth, and the man was fully erect, despite what had happened to him, and when he noticed that I had exposed him, he said sarcastically:
"Your friend kidnapped ten girls from me at once, but the remaining forty-five will have pleasant dreams for a long time. Come on, Wahara, let's find an empty room. today I've been very energized."
The maid inserts his pen*s under his clothes, embraces him, and happily rushes with him to one of the guest rooms, while Rukushta's sword hangs behind his back. Damn, I'll never dream of that di*k again, I hugged Arch so quickly to get away the nasty idea out of my head, while Cyrus was cleaning himself of the sticky silk cobwebs left outside the hall, cursing his secret, Sejan, I guess.
Now the real first steps towards the restoration of the Pink Throne begin.
***
The peoples and groups of Orioum
Seagulls: The lineage of (Garulius the Digger) goes back to the ancient Ice Kings, of whom only (Scapulius the Fair) remained, which made him, as his father did, ally with the khawanian emperor, and made the walls of (the North) a solid shield for the boars in time of war. The Ice Kings are the oldest human dynasty after the Bruneis; They established (Angour) fortress at the end of the first coppery century on the banks of the frozen lakes.
The seagulls eliminated (Arm the Tapered), the last king of the ice, for his rebellion in the war of the Vigorian succession, and at the request of the khawanian emperor (Fren the Great), to inherit their monarch the crown and title of the Ice King.
To be continued...