Little by little, as my mind remains in a constant state of ecstasy, my body calms down, the sensation of pleasure sharpens and then subsides, however, it is always constant.
After a couple of minutes I pull away from Kamila's mouth, as I look at her I can see her eyes wide open, the full flush on her cheeks and neck and her breathing agitated.
How long has she been awake? I don't know, but from her slightly perverted smile, I can tell it's been a long time.
She certainly looks ecstatic, as she breathes agitatedly a slight perverted smile adorns her beautiful face.
I can feel my heart beating fiercely, the cravings inside me only grow as I observe Kamila's face in more detail.
"My Lord..." Kamila mutters under her breath, she smiles lightly before covering her lips with her do her fist wrapped in a white glove.
Kamila watches me for a moment before her eyes narrow into slits and a smile graces her face, she caresses her lips with her two fingers while still looking at me.
"Hehehe..." Kamila begins to laugh, her little giggle scales in sound and becomes a little more audible as time goes on, then, she swallows saliva before lowering her fist and licking her lips flirtatiously.
"My lord has finally taken the first step...", Kamila hums happily, her eyes watching me, tasnmitting a thought, it's as if she's telling me, or as if she's demanding that I continue.
"I thought my lord would never understand my hints...", Kamila slightly puffs out her cheeks as one of her hands caresses one of my cheeks.
"I've been sleeping with you all this time, I've been hugging you, I told you several times that I'm yours, and, and yet...", Kamila makes a slight noise of annoyance, she stomps her feet a little hard on the ground before smiling, "But what matters now is that my lord has kissed me, that, that, Does that mean that my lord loves me?"
Several thoughts run through my mind, from clarity to confusion, and finally a bit of happiness at knowing a little better Kamila's intentions in being my maid.
"I... I don't understand...", I say after a while, "Why did you do all this?", I ask, squinting my eyes slightly as I look at the smiling Kamila, she for her part just smiles wider, showing her white teeth.
"Why did you give me that sword? That ceremony of giving me the sword seemed more like an improvised wedding than anything else...", I paused to move away Kamila's delicate hand that is still caressing one of my cheeks.
However, Kamila extends her other hand to caress my other cheek, she smiles happily and I can simply sigh, "I mean, I've never seen you before, it's not like I can anyway, but...", I squint my eyes, I know that asking her won't make her tell me the truth, but, I at least want to do it, ask her why she does everything she does.
"Well... perhaps... because I love you...", her words are like hammers hitting my brain, leaving me practically unable to properly analyze those words, without understanding.
Does she love me?, Why?
I honestly don't believe that a girl can fall in love with a man in a short time, everything Kamila did from the moment she gave me the sword is strange, even giving me that sword that, according to the tradition... well, has a peculiar meaning is....
While I'm confused Kamila takes the opportunity to embrace me by the neck and quickly connect her lips with mine.
This time she takes the initiative, her tongue quickly enters my mouth and begins to play with mine, her lips move imitating my previous movements.
The sensation of kissing her is fantastic, the sweetness that runs through my body, the warmth I feel having her so close suffocates my thoughts again.
I can feel her lips brushing mine, wrapping around my lips, her tongue flicking with mine in my mouth, her two sizable breasts pressing against my torso, rubbing their erect, hard nipples against me, her waistband bumping against my stomach, giving me warmth, and her soft but firm legs bumping against my crotch, moving, rubbing lightly.
I lose myself in this pleasure for another long moment until Kamila stops kissing me, apparently she needs to breathe.
"My lord...", Kamila murmurs in a flirtatious voice as she watches me, our faces inches from each other.
I look at her, her perfect blushing face, her kind and gentle disposition, her sweet and melodious voice, and her perfect body, everything about her is perfect, such a woman is in front of me, and I, I am afraid, an instinctive fear that grows inside my heart like a weed in the rain, for some reason, I am afraid of falling in love with this woman.
Several decades ago she would have been the woman I wanted, several decades ago this woman would have made me fall in love from day one, several decades ago this woman would have been my love, the woman I would love and swear loyalty forever.
But, not now, not today, and probably not in the future, I am not a hormonal teenager just looking for someone to sleep with, at least not in my mind.
There is a certain part of me that constantly tells me that this woman, Kamila, is lying, there is another part of me that says I don't deserve her, there is another part of me that tells me that this woman wants more than just love.
It's the experience....
When you are young you can fall in love without much trouble, you can get to love in such a way that nothing else in the world matters, but, an old man like me doesn't fall so easily into these things.
I inhale and then exhale, I push Kamila away from me using my arms, she resists, she's like a little cat that doesn't want to get away from you to be bathed, her eyes look at me with desire when I pull her away with my hands, her buns furrowed and her eyes slightly shining, she looks like she's about to cry.
"It's time to sleep... tomorrow is the day they bury Diana...", I say in an admittedly calm voice, but I can't disguise my erection, my big gun pushing against my pants.
Kamila doesn't make a sound of protest, she just watches me, her body language says it all, she wants us to continue, but, but, I don't want to fall in love with her.
Kamila makes a slight sound of disapproval, but she quickly collects herself, her eyes focusing for a while on my crotch before smiling coquettishly.
"My lord, you will not rest well if you do not release tension first...", Kamila makes a slight gesture with her hands to indicate to me what she is hinting at, her eyes shining with hope as she blushes and her hands slowly move to her dress, her hands slowly move down her dress, revealing more and more skin.
I watch her with a frown, I can't help but feel tempted, who wouldn't be?, but.
"Don't act like a whore, Kamila, you're worth more than that...", I say, but, I'm a hypocrite, because, because my meat gun keeps pointing at Kamila.
Kamila's expression changes, her face distorts into a sad grimace and her eyes begin to shine slightly, "My lord, if only I could earn a space in your heart, then, I wouldn't mind acting like a whore", Kamila almost stutters, her voice letting out a trace of sadness as she takes light steps towards me.
"You've already kissed me, you've sworn loyalty to me and I've sworn loyalty to you, What's wrong with you and I being lovers?", Kamila whispers, her face extremely flushed and a few tears almost escaping from her eyes.
"I....", I don't know what words to say to Kamila, that's because, she's right, however, why do I refuse this beautiful woman?
If I could push her into bed and have not one, but a lifetime of passion with her, then, maybe life wouldn't be so cold to me.
Maybe have one or two children with her, a small house away from the real city, a quiet and calm life, once my dream was that, peace, but that only remained in the past.
"Kamila, I got carried away with that kissing you, I...", I can't finish speaking, Kamila quickly hugs me tightly, she presses her face against my chest as some sobs escape from her mouth.
"My lord...," Kamila mutters under her breath as she hugs me tightly, "That... that", Kamila murmurs softly while hiding her little face in my chest, her body trembles, her breaths are abnormal, and she looks like she is about to collapse.
"There are no mistakes in life, everything has a cause and effect, if you kissed me like that... that means that, in some way, you, My lord, love me...", Kamila murmurs, her hug getting tighter, but why does she think that way?
Oh wait, I get it, women in this day and age must take things like kisses very seriously.
"So, that means... My lord will take my virginity tonight?" Kamila's voice becomes louder, she hugs me tightly while her breathing begins to accelerate.
"N, wait... What the fuck are you talking about?", I interrupt Kamila's words, "I'm not going to do that with you...", I say righteously, puff out my chest slightly and put on a serious face, I have a strange feeling that if I have sex with Kamila, then I would end up falling in love with her, that, I would like to avoid that, "Come.... Let's go to sleep..."
However, Kamila puffs up her cheeks slightly, she raises her head to look at me, a flirtatious smile on her face and face completely flushed as she breathes a little too fast, "If you refuse so much, then, then, Do you like men?", Kamila asks bluntly.
I squint my eyes; I'm about to open my mouth to tell Kamila that she should always say "My lord" before any sentence, but.
"I've always seen you playing or talking with Mr. Huanca, so, so, Does that mean you're a faggot?", Kamila hugs me tighter as she brings her face closer to mine, Her eyes half-closed and her smile even more flirtatious, Is that a victory-flirting expression?
"I want to say, Fuck no!, I like women, I am a grown man, but, if in some case, if in the remote case, I, Axel Almeida, were to like men, that is not your business dear...", I say as I hug Kamila and push her to get her to the bed and finally get some sleep.
"Of course I care, My lord, you, you...", Kamila pauses, "You must not be a faggot, that is punishable by death...", Kamila says, a sad tone at the end of her words, she lightly bites her lower lip as she watches me.
"My lord, if you are not a faggot, then, then, Why don't you want to do it with me?", Kamila's voice starts to crack slightly, "The village boys always said that I was pretty, even Madam Iris said that my beauty is similar to the princess, then, then...", Kamila hugs me tighter, her voice conveys sadness and she seems to be about to cry, I think I'm starting to fall in love with her, and that's bad news.
Damn it!
"Kamila...", I sigh with resignation, "Look at this, I don't know you, I don't even know about your past, I honestly think that.... forget it, in fact...", I couldn't finish speaking, I really don't have a valid reason to say no, Who would?
"My lord, it's okay... It's okay, I can wait for you, because, because I love you", Kamila murmurs as she settles down to sleep hugging me, she starts to lay against my chest, there doesn't seem to be anything else she has to say or do, she just starts to rest on top of me like a little puppy.
"My lord, please, don't forget it, you and I have sworn allegiance to each other when I gave you the sword...", Kamila murmurs softly, I can't discern any hint of emotion in that voice, it's like a robotic voice, as if all the previous feeling of sadness from her has vanished in an instant.
"My lord, together forever, please don't forget it... together... for... forever... I will strive to awaken your wildest side, and perhaps, we can have a child...", Kamila murmurs in that robotic voice before falling asleep.
There was a slight silence.
My heart beats rapidly, various feelings from guilt to fear run through my heart, once again I repeat to myself that she has no reason to love me, once again I tell myself that this is all caused by the hormones of this teenage body and, after a few minutes, I calm down.
"I almost fell for your charms....," I mutter under my breath, "And I also almost believe that your words of love are real, you really do it well, they should give you a job in the movies acting or something...'" I smile at the end of my words.
"It's... dangerous," I lick my lips lightly, "A woman can influence a man so much by simply acting cute and nice, if one is not careful, then one simply falls into this woman's clutches", I speak to myself.
In fact, if I were a teenager, I would have fallen in love by now.
Once again I should feel proud of my experience, after all, where I was born they always repeated the phrase (The devil knows more for being old than for being the devil).
"Jejejeje", I begin to chuckle under my breath.