Chapter Sixty-Six
Half drunk, half asleep, she was the one now on Jackson, whiffing through the half-open mouth, slowly and steadily, coming down and going up, controlling the activity with the penis inside at its peak.
It has released its juice twice and is still upright like a fleshy rod inside, sandpapering the wall of the vagina with its hardened veins.
She was losing her brain with the contacts.
"O Gawd!" she screamed like she was in pain, whiffing and making throaty sounds, sweat dripping from her face, from the tip of her nose, her breasts trembling.
She continued to come down and go up, palms on the pillow, positioned on both sides of his head.
The penis had maneuvered the tightness and it was now going in and out smoothly.
"O ye…O ye…O ye…O ye…am tired, tired"
She had been in control for an hour but it was sweet, sweet…so sweet.
"Jack…Jack…" she was gasping out, telling him to take over, still fucking him, using one arm to brush back her disheveled hair.
Ding dong.
She did not mind.
She continued, half dead, half asleep.
Jackson put his mouth on one of the breasts—he did not suck it, he ate it and she fell off him.
He carried her, her long legs touching the wool that covered the floor all around, from the bedroom.
He laid her down in the bathtub.
Ding dong…Ding dong
Ding dong…
O, Lord, startled, hearing something like King's voice.
She ran over Jackson, almost crashing her head on the wall.
She pulled one dress, and some fell off the hangars.
She walked briskly to the vanity table and made a U-turn, gingerly running down.
"Whatever Shina is looking for, he will see it!"
She turned the key angrily, ...shocked.
Two senior policemen were at the door with Uncle Aloy and King too.
One of the police bowed and said " Your Highness, the arrest had been made. Because of the nature of the arrest, it was deemed necessary that you will come to the station to see if you can identify the suspects.
"The arrest was made at a night club and ten suspects were arrested." explained the police officer, seeing she had a reservation about the arrangement–she, coming to the station to identify criminals.
What if knowing they will die, decide to tell lies?
She cast a look at Uncle Aloy if he would object. "Well, if he is going too, I will."
She went up and dressed, took an energizer, and pressed dashes of perfume into her hair, armpits, between her legs
Two police vehicles protected their car in the middle.
Uncle Aloy was in the passenger's seat with Young, a new driver.
It was a drama between her and the king at the rear.
He held her arm, leaning to whisper into her ear.
She nudged him away and tightened her face, resting the temple on the door glass of her left.
"Bastard, what do you want to tell me," she said to herself, chewing her cud.
For how long now, she had never entered one car with him.
She needed concentration, not King. 'What if they know, they will surely die and decide to lie that they sexed her?'
The fear cropped up again.
She did not like this arrangement, wallahi. She waved her head still resting on her door glass.
* * *
Ten of the suspects lined up facing them. She pointed at the man who tore her gown and bra and sucked her breast.
The Marshall had decayed by now. She would have easily identified him too.
The man who sucked her breast was doing like a condemned criminal and it made her not concentrate on identifying the man with a husky voice.
He danced suggestively and bit his finger." I for knack you well, suck you," he continued to dance in chains, repeating the same thing.
" Madman!" A police officer landed a slap on his face.
He screamed as if to run, and another officer corked his gun.
A senior police officer led them to an office where she will write a statement.
She did not want to call barrister Ejio.
The IPO she spoke to before was taking her statement.
King wanted to influence some parts of the statement.
"If you want to get to Ade Raphael, it is not through me, King! You and your sister are the real killers!"
"Queeeeen!" Uncle Aloy exclaimed. She became silent.
"Write what I told you, they mentioned his sister.," she told the IPO.
* * *
Back at the palace.
"Your sister will go to jail," she told King. Ade Raphael did not want to kill me. He saved my life. Though as a man, he did not want me to go…" she refrained, not yet recovered from what the man who tore her gown and bra and sucked her breast said.
King will kill himself if he hears what his brother said.
"But I have to say it…your brother said, marrying me will be the sweetest revenge on you, that's why I escaped…"
King asked 'what'.
Like a possessed man, he shook his fists and moved this side and that side.
Uncle Aloy held him.
In private, he sat him down to talk deeply with him.
"Shina. King Shina!"
He wanted to make sure he was listening with rapt attention.
" This matter is exacerbating. You have to control your palace, your father's house! Shina. Are you there?"
" Am all ears."
If your wife takes this matter up, it will be disrespectful to the throne you are striving to give to an heir, you know?"
Uncle Aloy went on. " Princess will go in, and the Queen might exonerate Ade and what will become of a King whose sister was jailed by his wife, King?"
"Am all ears."
"The cause of all these, was it not because the Queen has not given birth?...what did you do as one whose wife has not conceived since they got married? Nothing. Negligence of duty." Uncle Aloy said it as it is." You must, King, go to the hospital with me tomorrow to do checks. I am your blood, your right-hand man…no objection, I said no objection." Uncle Aloy pressed his voice down.
* * *
Ruth called."Princess is hiding in a place at Remo," she revealed to Lati" She must go in for this, sister apart."
Uncle Aloy had told her about the situation of things now
She thought of telling Ruth. But shook her head. Under normal circumstances, was she supposed to? No…such we're supposed to be between husband and wife.
But now, her mind is made up. He is no longer her husband. If the name Raphael is so a blessing that it has to be attached to Lati, she will rather call Ade to marry him.
The big generator was on and the light was everywhere.
She saw Jackson looking. "Oh, he may be thinking if I am back…how I pushed him!"
She dialed and flashed him. " The only hope for my child." Her attention was on him as he was dodging and coming. "Is this how my baby is going to look like?" she smiled at the window." Will love him now, kiss him, the father of my baby…he had grown more, or is it a case of beauty in the eye of the beholder?... anyone, he is handsome for me."
She tiptoed down to let him in. "Oh, Mama Sara! Out, out brief candle…shot at the head, died in my presence and am here afraid to go see her….no Jackson must go tomorrow and find Sara."
She opened for him. He smiled. " "Love, wait. I pushed you, you wounded?"
He smiled as usual. " Is this how my baby is going to be smiling?... Jack, I will ask you something upstairs…sorry for the scratch, it is to protect our love.
He hunched his back again.
"Hershey, Super-short man "
She coiled her legs around his waist, her arm firmed round his neck, breasts over his head.
Up…Up…till both of them fell back on the bed…right on time, he changed position between her legs and held the legs very wide apart, looking into her underwear.
How? Because he measured the position and size of the clit and his lips grabbed it together with the portion of the underwear that covered it.
"Wait, remove it completely. I have nothing more to hide from my husband."
Now that she believes Jackson to be the one to impregnate her, will she ever reconcile with King?
If she did not, her goal has failed, because she cannot shift the pregnancy to him.
Will she drop the police case for the sake of staying put in the palace till the pregnancy