Chapter Thirteen
"Princess had called an old cargo to come and look after her husband. I think he has to impregnate her before marrying her?" she said, " It was not a question because she had heard that was the advice by his people in which she doubted the possibility of it happening soon or … " and the next two days, the birthday." she said.
The thought of that shivers her. King will mark 57 years on earth without a child!
Before he wanted it to be done with heavy celebration but they ( the late king Raphael's family) collectively changed their mind to just mark it, the reason as Queen Lati guessed, could not be far from his lack of an heir.
"But all said and done, whose fault? Who says it's Lati's fault, come out and answer. Have you married a man who lived with two women for twenty years altogether and has no issues, and the only issue has a paternity crisis and yet, you went for tests upon tests to prove to his people that you are not infertile and yet, they insisted you are and gave you the mandate to give them a child or go... and you folded your hands and waited for your manna to fall from heaven?" asking that, and went on,
"Lati, I am not too holy to wait and be relegated to the backseat, or to wait for the enemies to write my name on the list of the barren…Never, crudest Lati. If the aged could wait, not a young girl…King is not the only man with the phallus, let me give another penis a chance to prove the scorners wrong. What matters is, Lati, what do you want? what'll make you happy, not what someone else."
Mama Sara came in. "Crudest, the old cargo still dey," she told her," but she seems to be nice, anyway," she said.
"She came before nau…We're familiar," Lati responded and told her," Go and get your dresses ready for tomorrow. We and them, no more looking at Uche's face."
Mama Sara laughed hysterically at the parlance.
"Yes, their useless mandate can't intimidate us!" she said, totally agreeing with her.
While optimistic, she has to hold Jacskon tight even if King is capable. She will not continue to hope on an unwilling heart. Jackson is very much willing and capable with four kids as evidence. But King…:!?
She paused her meditation.
She felt like kissing Jackson but withdrew. Two of them upstairs, alone.
Kissing is the last indication of love
" Lati, you're not in love, Lati, you're pursuing your goal and the way to the goal requires humility…tonight, Latifa, personality will not matter...make Jackson, your gardener happy, make him a willing heart for the sake of your desire, your goal."
She stood before the mirror and showed Jackson herself.
It does not matter if he has seen her nakedness before. After all, it is a sign of humility and trust for a girl to stand before a guy naked, completely naked, winding herself, showing him her structure, and telling him what she likes about him or not.
"I hope you love how tall I'm,?"
Jackson nodded and smiled."...and my legs, rounded…no mark?"
Jackson nodded still.
Used to his nods and half smiles, she understands that much of that was due to social differences.
He needs to be accepted and brushed up to be able to express himself too.
She wants to be praised for her beauty and anything she does not like in a man has to be broached.
From what she has seen of him, he is not a kiss-and-tell type which is the most important quality of a guy she likes.
She held his shoulder and informed him that he will be sleeping with her every night.
" But don't let the woman or my husband see you, Okay.?" she told him
"I no be baby nah" he replied to her.
"So you know?…good," she said, very much pleased.
He was almost her age, 22. He had told her he did not finish senior secondary school and they used to train in the yard they lived in before. But, he recently was going to do jobs at building sites and the strenuous job built more of his muscles.
"What I want is just give me belle, will you?" she asked.
He muffled his smile as usual.
"Okay, come," she led him to the drawer and showed him a pack of medicine, and gave him a tab from it to drink.
"Take it, I want to have real sex with you, go to the kitchen and take water."
He came back and found her lying horizontally on the bed, still stark naked, knees folded and the soles of her feet planted on the edge of the bed.
"You know what I'm thinking?" she asked Jackson, and gestured to him to come because he wanted to pause. " Stand here, off your boxer."
She raised her legs for him to carry. He carried the two legs at the ankles." Open…close, open…close, understand?"
Jackson muffled his smile." What are you smiling for, do it…ehn…open…close…open…close…what are you looking for, short boy?...c'mmon."
Open. Close…the procession went on like that.
She broke it and smiled." It's a vagina walkout." she told him, "Come over now, I'm wet inside."
It was a very wide bed, she needed not to lie vertically, she spread herself, and her baby was somewhere on the bed, away from any disturbance from the expected rough play.
Four hours non-stop of sex, that's what she wants. As Petu told her in their school days but now told her not to try it with the king
This is not the king. This is Jackson, a young man. His one minute on her made it necessary to give him the tab and thirty minutes had gone.
Now she needs him. Yes, Latifa, you want a child, no pretense, no virgin in the maternity ward, that's if you are, but you are not, and don't try to be, tonight…as the days of the mandate are counting like a meter, hasten up, let him eat you, eat you, even raw!"
She told him to wait and turned to her back, the butts spread wide with the hips.
She padded the mattress with a pillow under her groin.
"Oh! Oh!"
Each push…Oh
"Jackson, " she was gasping out, telling him to take it easy.
He continued to push in the penis like a plumber making way for a pipeline.
Jackson was not rich, not tall, not handsome, or ugly, but his penis was short, and craggy with veins when it peaks at the limit.
She knows how attractive her backside was to him, being the reason his head is swelling and he was pushing in harder, harder.
"Oh, God! My yansh, you're tearing it…Jackson…Jackson."
Jackson, always like a callous lover in moments like this, continued making way for the large and rough penis.
The problem she was having was not that she does not like the penis. She loves it, but it is not even reaching the area she wants because her vagina was deep, very very deep because of her height–1.74 m.
But, just because the penis is too wide for the width of the vagina.
Jackson was still pushing, pushing in, pushing out
Ding dong…Ding dong
She slammed on the bed. " Continue…." she urged him." Jackson continue…Jackson...Jackson...Jackson."
Ding dong…
"Oh, God! King!"
She scampered about, ran off, ran back, pushed Jackson, and ran into the bathroom.
Ding dong…Ding dong…Digi ….Digi dong.
She put perfume here and there and ran down.
King was grinning.
"What is it, King!" she barked at him
King grabbed her hand, taking her away.
"Oh! God! King, where is it?"
"Are you not my wife?"
"Your wife, when? King, leave me!"
She kept pulling herself back.
She saw Mama Sara, brisking away, instead of saying something that could make King leave her.
"King…King…" She continued to beat his hand off.
"She has gone and you're the one and only queen, no rival," said King as he pushed her down on the bed.
"King, what…what do you want to tell!"
"I'm sorry," said King "…tonight, you will sleep here."
"King….hehe-hey. Not tonight, please, tomorrow."
"No way."
"Okay, let me go and get my wear, I can't just wear this."
"Okay, "
She ran and ran and ran back." "Something is happening…Oh," she thanked the perfume.
"King, why am I a gift?" she asked him, suspending going back for her dress or Jackson."Something is wrong or right somewhere."
What is wrong or right?
If she finds out, as a capricious girl, what will she do?
And she is leaving Jackson?