When I woke up this morning, I smelled funny.
Dibìé slept soundly, his nose blowing his morning breath over me.
Gosh, he's so cute, his eyes shut under the dark curtain of his hair.
I beheld for the first time the morning sun, a purity of warmth never outdone.
Its rays shone upon its children like a beacon of dreams, gracing those wanting to rise alone or in a team, to those seeking a way out of the scene, even those wishing—like me—to be supreme.
Eyeing his wristwatch, I noticed it was 10:38.
One glance at my groin said everything.
I sniggered.
He really did it, huh … but no matter.
We have much to do today.
First things first, let's buy a wrapper.
An Overlady's gotta look the part…
Second, get the wùsù book, which requires toppling a mid-sized local gang within the city.
Third, visit a Tùbaia-Mbando to meet many njòmbòs.
Dibìé shall reap there.
Since the T.M. isn't urgent, we'll focus on Mùkédi.
I mean, my babe's gotta be stronger if he wanna free myself from me, hee-hee-hee!
However, we have to do something else before all that. Eat.
My belly's hungry and my throat's sore.
I only got raw di*ks, for fu*k's sake.
Even though I'm against overbearing technology, we'll feast in buffets outside, and cook hunted food in the T.M.
Fortunately, the library taught me how to skin the various creatures dwelling around Nawàbè. Up, up, now!
I kissed Dibìé's cheek, while I thrusted up my hips. Aahh … yeah … it feels good to have your di*k protected by a beautiful hood… "Wake up, honey! Time to serve the Overlady!" I said as I rose, my appendage wading inside him.
I suddenly realized that my co*k stank like dried piss as well.
He really did a number on me…
On his feet, Dibìé tried to get his bearings. "Err … it's morning already?" he said with bleary eyes.
"Yes, baby, and it's time to take a shower before we go and eat! We smell like nàmàs!"
"We could've gone to my place in order to—"
I flicked his right ear and explained my philosophy. "… So we're bathing in the river, one of the most advanced pieces of technology we have!"
My lover frowned, his face wilting with scorn. "How could you say something like this? We need to disinfect ourselves with soap and towels, not with unclean water carrying harmful bacteria! We—"
Refusing to answer, we dunked in the river. "Ooah! So tasty!" I said as Dibìé flailed out of the water. I drank for the first time.
As water ran down my throat, I felt rejuvenated. Its freshness mixed with a tinge of saltiness cooled my inner self. "Wash yourself, hotshot!" I said, releasing him.
Standing on the ford, Dibìé obeyed while I removed the filth I had accumulated, from the top of my hair to the bottom of my soles.
Tepid, the water trickled around my flesh with grace, its droplets of grime disappearing in the stream without a trace…
*
A half-hour later, we broke out of the river. "Honey, dress me, now," I said, shaking the droplets away.
"But you're still wet!"
Oh, my baby makes me laugh. "My body's gonna dry up anyway! Obey!"
Moments later, as we neared the city, he said: "My Overlady, i-it was chilly last night, so could I—"
"No! You'll be forever naked! You know what to do if you want to change that, right?" I said with a deadly glare.
Ah, Nyambè, when will he learn? Maybe I'll smack him every now and then… "Plus, Mòn's got no winter, and the rain season hasn't started yet. Stop complaining about the midnight breeze and follow me. My body alone warmed you so nicely you sh*t on me, so what are you babbling about?
We're assaulting Mùkédi, then eat later on!"
Paling, his lips shaking, he said: "My Overlady … with due respect … are you insane?"
I smiled. "I've been alive for a little over a day, so who knows?"
"But this gang is in the city's top three! How are you going to defeat a group two hundred strong at the very least?"
"With sheer power," I replied, my eyes staring at the cloudless sky.
He waylaid me, his hands gripping my shoulders. "My Overlady, could I sit this one out? I'm not—"
"No, you're coming with me. Like I said yesterday, I fu*ked your a*s, but I can't fully trust it! You shall see how dreadful I am in battle! After all, you saw my strength last night. Plus, it's going to be a learning experience for you, baby, so you can figure out how to defeat me to set you free, don't you think?" I said, eyes boring in a tenebrous sight. I hugged him. "So stop thinking about running away and focus on ways to vanquish your rapist Overlady, understood?" I whispered in his ear.
That was kinda fu*ked up to say somethin' like that —especially to him—but what could I say?
I couldn't help myself away from him.
We locked lips.
I groped his silky butt, rubbing my boners on his loins with a grin…
"And then I'll fu*k you silly once again to digest the food I've eaten, before we get to learn wùsù's trade secrets … but don't worry, if you do what I'm telling you to do, no one will harm you. One day, you'll thank me for this. Hopefully, it'll prevent you from getting raped by a bunch of bùtùcù again…"
Straying away from his rangy frame, my fingers coiled around his right hand. "By the way, what does your tattoo mean?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I've been told I've had it since birth," he said.
"Been told?"
"I grew up in an orphanage, so I don't know my origins…"
"I see…" So he wouldn't know about his Ètòti either, snap… "By the way, I hope you got some dough for your Overlady's expenses…"
"Well…" He trailed off.
"I'll take that as a 'yes', then. Let's buy an appropriate piece of clothing, shall we?" I said.