"Oh, that was good…" Dibìé said, the swell of his lanky fingers caressing the small of by back.
He came moments before me, which was refreshing.
I raised an eyebrow. "You openly admit your pleasure, now?"
"I guess so, since I can't picture myself off you anytime soon, I might as well enjoy it … and the s*x's awesome, I've never felt it like this before," he replied.
I co*ked an eyebrow. "When the girls raped you, was it your—"
"Yes, it was. I wish it didn't go like this, but the past can't be undone now, right?"
I'm surprised.
A hot guy like him should have a healthy s*x life… "So why didn't you do it? I mean you're incredibly tall, heavenly hot, you could've done the deed…" I said.
He blurted out a heavy sigh. "I've been propositioned several times, yes, but truth be told, I was the lonely type of guy more interested in my craft than women, so when you found me, I had just experienced my first moments of intimacy with the opposite s*x…" he said.
"Like, kissing and sh*t?"
He nodded with forlorn eyes, the welts on his face nostalgic of a lost life.
"Wow! Now I understand why you wanted to postpone your flight … you wanna improve your relationship with women, don't you?"
Dibìé veered away, his mouth an uneven line of fray. " … not really… I only wonder if, after all, I deserve what happened to me … that my being with you, away from what I hold dearest is life way to punish me for my putting the opposite s*x at bay…" he said in a barely audible voice. "And I even took pleasure … being raped," he added, his frame knotted with shame. "What the fu*k is wrong with me?"
My eyes went upwards in a short breath.
That was unexpected.
He does have thirty-six on the counter, compared to my three days on this universe.
Me, I don't regret my actions, but usually someone gone through brutal rapes should be blaming the other party, not themselves, so why? "What made you think that way?" I said with a softened voice.
He frowned. "I did things I'm not proud of, and maybe I have to continue to pay for it…" he replied.
"What did you do?"
He sighed, closing his brown-blue eyes. "Right now, I don't want to talk about it. Hell, I don't know if I ever will … all I can think about right now is getting back my old life—I miss my freedom, the technology, my craft, my hands on a brush or a pencil, drawing, painting, watching TV series, listening to music, everything…" he said, his voice barely a whisper, his body the shadow of a shudder.
My mouth only grinned. "Despite everything you received, and what I promised?"
He opened his eyes, his sclera tucking away the foam of his tears. "Yes, in spite of it."
"And what makes you think I won't be able to provide everything you just mentioned?"
Dibìé shook his head. "You miss the point, My Overlady. I want to earn these things through my work and will alone. I want to be the protagonist of my own life, and you can't provide any of these things, even if by some miracle you could. I never joined you, you forced me to," he said with his usual voice.
I took a breath. "You made great points, even though I don't know what motivated your answer; I hope you'll trust me enough to tell your story one day. You're right, I forced you into my life because, I'll admit, you were fu*king hot, hence my fu*king the sh*t outta you, but also because you had untapped talent.'
'I see a future for you greater than anything you could imagine, because—and I know it'll sound cheesy to say—you were meant for far bigger things than being a mobile servant, then going back to your place to paint and draw, away from everybody. You want out, but destiny never will, because it now wants you to fulfill its plans. My plans.'
'And you know what it wants you to have with me? The beginning of a fu*king social life. And please don't tell me otherwise, it's written all over your face. I said I'll provide you what you asked, and when I do, I'll monitor your behavior. If I see you're spending way too much time with your bèlèkè, I'll redirect you to more interpersonal relations. You definitely need to have hobbies, but you also need to have friends, a sense of community, and fu*k somebody, damn it!'
'You know the reason why you enjoyed s*x these days, even raped?'Cause your body craved for it, even though you could tell yourself otherwise. Thirty-six years without any s*x whatsoever? That's crazy! I don't know how you managed your urges when—or if—you had any, cause I sure can't, you know that! And you know why? That's life, Dibìé, life! Freedom?'
'You think the life you led was freedom? You were just a prisoner chained to the system that allowed you to think this way! Baby, you didn't even realize that I freed you the moment my co*k went to your pussy. One day you'll thank me for it, but baby, get this: you're free. You just don't know what freedom really is, and you know why? Because you never truly interacted with other real, tangible lives. Even I, only three days old, can see that! Your hobbies will never beat companionship, and it's the reason why you'll never get away from me … now, it's time to reap our victims!"
Leaving Dibìé agog, I checked the fresh corpses. Five additional lombìdiàs coasted us during intercourse, so I lightning bolted their a*ses. I grinned on my closest prey.
Whirling back to my husband with a proud smile, I said, "Baby, reap these lombìdiàs before me! You deserve it!"
Transfixed for a moment, he replied, "R-really? But why should I do it before you?"
"Because when a mùkèlako reaps she or he takes everything, but if you reap before I do, I'll still get the remaining 75% of their power, so go on," I replied.
"And I'm left with only a quarter of their power, but not their abilities, as I heard…" he said, as I let him shy to his feet, my seed glittering down his perky heat and hips. "Well, beggars can't be choosers as we say … so how do I draw their power?"
"You don't know? Well, do it like I usually do and you'll be fine. Desire its migh—don't remove my juices, they make you look so sexy…" I said, swatting his hand away.
For once, the perfume of love would osculate my senses as a man carried my presents.
With a gingerly patter, he put his hands on the mùdinòlò.
A second later, Dibìé quivered as power clustered around his lovely body…