A naked, ebony headless trunk with six bulging pen**s greeted a young black man's sight.
Two ivory eyes, glittering like headlights, towered above this limbless apparition.
Malice, cleverly hidden behind the mirth in its eyes, leered over the black man's lower parts.
Startled by that, the man followed its gaze, and discovered six vag**s.
But who was he, except a naked dark-skinned being with a shock of curly cropped hair, and a … missing right ear?
But more importantly, where was he?
His odorless surroundings were pitch-dark, barring the ground paved with motes of fitful light, while bubbles of air phased through him, flittering around everything his eyes could see.
"who goes there, who goes there? a mùkèlako's in my lair!" the headless trunk said in a low pitched, but honking voice.
The young man's eyes widened. "Is this who I am? Who-no, what are you? Where are we?" he asked in a confused but hoarse tone.
He spoke for the first time... and it showed.
"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka! who would I be? where will we be? who would you be? what a great inquiries! mayhaps I'm a helper, or a dweller, but also a foreteller, an enabler or a keeper … or a simple feller. perhaps I'm the soil of ruin, mayhaps I'm a ray of fortune. 'fact, I may be all of it, or none of it … so what could I be for thee?" it replied, its immaculate gaze trained upon his nether organs.
"I…" the young man began, then shied to his feet. The floor was tepid, in harmony with his body heat. "Could you be more precise about who I am as a Mùkèlako, and what I'm supposed to do from here on out?"
"Kee-Kee-Kee-Kee-Kee! for your questions to be answered, your body must be pampered…"
Huh?
A sizzling, but sultry heat pooled around his hexa-vag**a, tingling his senses and hooding his eyes.
Under the yoke of an unknown force, he geared towards the mysterious trunk, his s*xes growing moist then wet by the time he arrived next to the limbless apparition.
While his bare feet left the ground, the six di*ks stirred, growing taut and erect, their girth seemingly exceeding what his sopping channels could accept.
But surprisingly, though, he didn't care.
He wanted these members deep inside him, as if they were meant to be there.
And with a short but violent thrust, they were.
An electrifying sensation pervaded across his body, a cool current twined with a burning heat as the massive shafts chafed against the elastic walls of his vagi**s.
The young man groaned, clenching his teeth as his eyes fluttered shut.
Waves of bliss pulsed their way across his brain, sending his mind in a tailspin as he felt strong, but gentle hands sinking within the folds of his bu*t, its fingers curling as it cajoled and caressed his skin.
The young man joyfully gasped, his eyes shooting open to witness two arms firmly attached to the headless chest as if they've never left.
How?
But who cares?
Realizing that he had a better control of his body, the black man steadied himself by grabbing the sides of the trunk's waist.
The mysterious apparition's eyes narrowed like a gleeful crescent as a new pair of arms wrapped themselves around the man's back and legs, comforting him like a memory chair.
The downforce of his motions swayed the young Mùkèlako's head as the thrusts gradually accelerated…
*
A guttural moan spat out of the mùkèlako's mouth, its silhouette twitching as hot fluids gushed out of his pink channels, coating the pen**s buried deep within his s*xes, having emptied themselves moments before in a torrent of bliss. Thick droplets of semen puddled like leaked oil below the mating couple.
More.
He wanted more of—
"Kee-Kee-Kee … more … much more…" the mysterious trunk uttered, his tone afire with joy.
Yes!
More!
But before he could think of anything more, the trunk pushed him at arm length, freeing half of his coc*s away.
The black man gasped.
Would it end already?
But didn't it say it also wanted more? "What—" he started, but his neck suddenly jerked backwards.
One of the sopping shafts coiled around his neck, then collided inside his gasping mouth.
His but*hole then spasmed.
Another co*k drilled further and further within it with no respite in between.
The third member fondled the soles of his bare feet with its sensitive tip, inching its way upstream his body.
How wrongheaded he was!
It was making a paradise out of every nook and cranny of his flesh, and as the remaining coc*s kept pounding him with sheer alacrity, the more its co*k wrapped itself around his tongue, hungering the sweet apricot taste tinted with briny sweat…
*
He didn't know how much time elapsed when a gurgling moan oozed out of his seed-filled mouth.
His body twisted and twitched as a simmering wave of pleasure wracked its way across his body, threatening to steer his way out of consciousness.
His body quivered, beaded with sweat from feet to brow as he basked in the afterglow, the mysterious trunk shafts drifting away from the young man who slowly opened his eyes as his toes touched the floor.
Taking a deep breath, he fixed his eyes towards his partner then asked with a saucy smirk, "So now, after we 'pampered' each other, could you tell me what a Mùkèlako is and what you are? I'm sure that you're more than being good in s*x…"
"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka! I, unfortunately had such a great time with thee that I shall retire to reflect on everything thou gave me … only thou are fated for great bliss, I shall assure thee…" It replied with an eerie laugh before it vanished from his sight.
What?
Where did it go?
It didn't answer any of his questions, leaving him on the lurch here!
What is he going to do to now?
As his mind began to despair, his strength left him.
He collapsed on the ground, his consciousness speeding away from his body until it evanesced on the horizon…