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 " And the next two days will be the birthday!" she said.
The thought of the birthday coming soon shivered her. King will mark 57 years on earth without a child!
Before, he wanted it to be done with heavy celebration but the Late King Raphael's family decided it should be just marked. Their reason or what Lati guessed may 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 without a child, and the only child has a paternity crisis, yet, you went for tests to prove to his people that you are not infertile and 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?" she asked 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. 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 Jackson 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, Latifah, you'll throw your personality to make Jackson, or 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?"
Jackson nodded still.
Used to his nods and half-smiles, she understood it was due to social differences.
He needed brushing up to be able to express himself too.
She wanted him to act like a man, and tell her how beautiful she looks.
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 a 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. He said that was where he was building more of his muscles as she asked him.
"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 him, 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 vaginal 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, Latifah, 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. Days of the mandate are counting like a meter…let him eat you, eat you, even raw!"
She told him to wait, she 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, an "Oh!"
"Jackson, " she gasped out," 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 he was hitting in his penis with furiosity… harder, harder.
"Oh, God! My nyash, you're tearing it…Jackson…Jackson."
Jackson, always like a callous lover, continued making way for the large and rough penis and she was groaning, moaning. Why?
The penis was large, extra large and gets stuck, not reaching the sanctuary. But she wanted it to reach the sanctuary and break through the axis.
It was a narrow vagina, but deep, very very deep because of her height. She was 1.74 m tall and not so lanky.
Jackson was still pushing, pushing in, pushing out
Ding dong…Ding dong
She slammed on the bed. " Continue…continue…" she whispered. "O' God.Jackson…Jackson "
Ding dong…Ding dong
King's voice accompanied the bell.
She scampered about, ran into the bathroom, ran back, pushed Jackson, into the bathroom again.
Ding dong…Ding dong…Digi ….Digi dong.
She dashed perfume here and there and ran down.
King was smiling, a wry smile.
"What is it, King!" she barked at him
King grabbed her hand, taking her away.
"Oh! God! King, where to?"
"Are you not my wife?" he asked her, not minding.
"Your wife, when? King, leave me!" she protested, pulling herself back.
She saw Mama Sara, brisking away, instead of saying something that could make King leave her.
"King…King…" she continued pulling herself back.
"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 me?"
"I'm sorry," said King "…tonight, you will sleep here."
"King….hehe-hey. Not tonight, please, tomorrow."
"No way." King said and sat tight to her.
"Okay, let me go and get my wear, I can't just wear this."
"Okay, " he let her sit up.
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 was wrong or right?
If she finds out, as a capricious girl, what would she do?
Would she leave Jackson?
With this sweetest affair that is blossoming, if Jackson impregnates her,would she kill him?
It had been like a law in her heart that whoever impregnated her shall die and the witness too.
Mama Sara, will she later tell her of this affair?