The Neighbor’s Son
The gods were extremely angry.
Richard thought that if the weather got any severe than this, they would surely die; and what a horrible death that would be. Their bodies were never going to be discovered. Some sharks somewhere were going to have a feast.
The wind blew dangerously, their faces smarting from its force. Everything that could go wrong during a storm seemed to be. The thunder was thunderous –pun intended-, the lightning could make the blind see and to make matters worse, there was a huge snowstorm. It was bizarre really because on top of all that, hail fell from the sky with such force that some body parts of prince Williams were beginning to form blisters.
The three distressed men on the ship were soaked wet and had long ago given up on trying to find the direction that would lead them home. Right now, they were just trying to survive. Trying to stay alive and even that seemed to be out of their control at the moment.
Henry shouted something to his childhood friends but it was lost among the heavy roar of the wind. Prince William shook his head at him, signaling him to be quiet. One thought kept going through his mind, “how could nature be this angry?” this was totally insane!! It was as if some message were being relayed, although to whom exactly he wasn’t sure.
Then he remembered picking his friends from their “sin” house. Whores were all over the place, plus a few fags here and there. And yes, Richard and Henry were having a threesome; again. Could this be it? Had the kingdom sinned excessively that the gods were annoyed? He tried to push the thought from his mind; trying instead to remember the numerous times he had come to sea to calm his senses. He loved the sea, its serene nature, how you could be by yourself and organize your thoughts, which were a good thing for he was indeed the heir apparent to the kingdom, what with his father being sick and all. Yes, the sea- his sea- that he loved so much, was peaceful and beautiful.
How could something that good become this ugly? This was not that sea. This was wild, angry, unforgiving and a murderer. This was no ordinary storm.
He held on to the sail, trying hard to block out the fact that water was fast getting on board. He watched the waves coming towards them, looking similar to a huge shark that had her jaws wide open. They rushed towards them, engulfing them. Another came, and another. Always bigger than the last, always faster, always hitting them harder. From the corner of his eyes, he thought he saw Henry burst into tears. He was pretty close to himself.
And then he could not believe his eyes. The mother of all waves was rushing towards them. Majestic and proud, as if it knew that none had come before her, none would come after her. It roared, opening its jaw wider. Three hundred meters tall it was and Prince William was sure this was the devil incarnate. Either that or it was the devils own creation. He stole glances at his friends realizing sadly that just like him, they had already given up. Richard gave him a silent smile and Henry gave him a little nod.
So this was it. This was how it was going to end. Here, at sea. In his confused state, he knew now that Mother Nature was no one’s mother, no one’s friend. She was a mean bitch and that the sea especially was, and would never be any one’s friend. It could kill someone who had rowed its surface for many years without as much as a flicker.
The wave was getting nearer and without realizing it, prince William was on his knees. Might as well say a prayer; no one wanted to go to hell. He prayed for his mother- the queen, for his evil brother who will now definitely take over as king once his father passed away. He was in the middle of saying a prayer for his friends, for their adulterous ways to be forgiven, when the wave hit him hard. Hard, actually, is an understatement. The wave was like a cold sharp knife, taking the life away from him. Uncompromising. He felt himself slip away and waited for the sure death. Surprisingly he was calm when the darkness engulfed him.
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She scooped the oil from its bottle and applied it gently on her arms. Slowly but surely she did the same to her legs, working to her thighs and the rest of her body. Normally, her servants did all this work for her, but she’d requested to be left alone. Today she did not feel like talking to anyone. She wanted to be alone; too much had been going on lately. She stripped off her piece of cloth and stood naked in the sand, admiring her shadow.
She had just turned eighteen and was the most beautiful girl in the whole kingdom. She was also the king’s daughter and because of that many men had come to ask for her hand in marriage. She’d turned them all down. They were rich and ugly, rich and old, rich and polygamous or just young, handsome but stupid. Those she thought would be suitable (not that she loved them, no, but she thought they were better than the rest) her father turned them down because they were poor. Other fathers would have been impatient by now but her father loved her too much to say a mean word to her. So he kept his feelings to himself, letting her do according to her wishes. Her mother of course, had no saying in such matters. Like every African household setting, she was there to be seen, not be heard.
Her mother was the first wife in a family that consisted of six wives. So automatically she was the queen of the kingdom; but still she had no say. Her father was too proud to allow that- especially in public- even though the queen knew that he loved her, too much in fact. Although saying such would have been an embarrassment to him. Moraa- the queen- loved him too and unlike him she openly showed it to him, which was a good thing because it stroked his ego.
The girl felt her breasts and was satisfied; they were soft and firm. She thought of all the things her grandmother had taught her, of men and all, and knew that she was ready. She was excited and wanted the best for herself. She was after all, Kemunto; the king’s favorite daughter. She would send her servants to secretly search for her a man of her liking. A man she would do all those unbelievable things her grandmother had taught her. She giggled like a little girl. Her grandmother- may her soul rest in peace- was a very naughty woman.
She strolled by the sand of the lake, secure in the knowledge that this was the king’s private property hence no one would bump on her. She was totally naked and she felt wild and free.
She was still walking when she caught a reflection of something on the ground a few meters from her. She frowned slightly. No one ever came to this part of the lake. Only her family was allowed to. She wanted to go back and pick her cloth but thought against it and hurriedly walked towards the object.
She was almost there when she stopped abruptly, her heart beating wildly.
The form on the ground was a human body.
And like no other she had ever seen.
Anyika, god of the sea, what in heaven’s name was that?
She moved cautiously towards the body although she wasn’t really scared. It was a man, she could see. He had skin as white as milk. A white man? She’d heard of stories about them but never seen one. No one in the kingdom had either.
She took bolder steps and was besides him in an instant.
He was lying face down and she knelt to turn him. She almost stopped, scared she would dirty him. How could a person be this white? How? It was almost sickening. Definitely nauseating.
She turned him gently. He was a tall man and quite heavy and he had the meanest muscles she had ever seen. Apart from the fact that he was too white- she still couldn’t get over that fact- she could see that his body was very well defined. For a moment she thought he was dead but she could see his chest heaving gently, meaning he was alive.
Kemunto shook his body gently at first, and then when he didn’t respond she roughed him up.
He awoke with a start. He opened his eyes slowly and Kemunto gasped. He had funny eyes- they were a shade of blue. Her heart was racing now. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. She should have called for help. For all she knew, this man might be a spirit. And in her kingdom both evil spirits and good spirits were to be avoided by all means because in the end all they brought was calamity. So she stood up hastily.
The man stood up too.
“Where am I?” he asked.
But all she did was stare, because she did not understand what he was saying.
He tried looking around and the first thing he noticed was the sun. Its rays hitting the ground mercilessly. In England, the sun rarely showed its face and when it did it was ever so mildly, as if it was scared of the clouds.
He returned his gaze to the creature standing close to him and the first pangs of panic hit him. A girl. He’d never seen anyone this dark. Ever. His father had told them about Africans, a primitive people who lived beyond the seas, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined them to be this beautiful.
For she stood tall. Eyes very white with black pupils. Her eyes were so beautiful, so innocent looking. She had short kinky hair, a small nose placed perfectly at the centre of her face and lips so delicious looking he wanted to cry.
His eyes moved to her neck which was long and slender, like a gazelle’s. Inevitably, his roaming eyes found themselves on her breasts and he found himself struggling for air. He blinked rapidly, for this was the best thing he had ever laid his eyes on. They were so….he tried searching for the correct word, realizing there wasn’t a name worthy the description. He wanted to touch them, feel the hard nipples and taste them with his mouth. He dared not.
He dragged his eyes from the two devils, for devils they were, playing with his head like a Russian marionette.
What a waist! What a tiny waist. His eyes stuck there, for he knew if he went any lower, he would surely die from all the blood rushing from his brain. So, against his wish, he forced himself to look at her face. The look on it was priceless.
Kemunto had seen the man stare at her, following his every gaze.
Then it happened.
She had never seen a grown man’s private’s before. Then under her very own eyes, she saw it stretch and gasped. Her grandmother had demonstrated this to her a thousand times but not in any of her lessons had she prepared her for this.
She saw the little harmless thing become a monster and she couldn’t believe her eyes. It stretched, still even when she thought it couldn’t get any bigger it still stretched. How was this even possible? She wondered. It was totally unbelievable! Was this a good sign or a bad one? Must be a bad one, she thought in panic.
It was at that time the man looked at her face and she saw the thing deflate the same way it has grown big.
Prince William saw the look on her face and was surprised. Had she never seen an erection? She looked curious, confused and he also saw a hint of fear. Could it be that she had never? The look on her face confirmed that fact.
He told his member to behave, knowing fully well that the Judas Iscariot could be stubborn when he wanted to be. They stared at each other for a while and he saw her compose herself and smile. Suddenly she knelt down while staring at him and for a horrifying moment he thought she was going to work on his wiener, but then she bowed her head and touched his feet and he realized it was some form of greeting or something. So he touched her and she got up.
He stretched his hand and smiled. Though she smiled back at him, she didn’t stretch her hand and when he realized she wasn’t going to, he slowly returned his hand to his side.
He didn’t stop smiling.
He cleared his throat and wasn’t sure what to say.
So he pointed at his chest and said, “Prince William”
Her brow went up in amusement and she repeated the words, which came out as “pincee Williamu” he smiled, thinking it wasn’t bad for a first time.
Shyly, she pointed at her chest and it took all his willpower not to stare at her breasts.
“Omwana bwo’ omogambi, Kemunto.”
He tried saying the words which turned to be an uphill task especially seeing her eyes dance with laughter as if she were mocking him.
So she tried again. “Kemunto”
“Kemyunto,” he tried harder this time, and now she burst into real laughter.
He stretched his hand again but she still didn’t shake it. Instead she showed him the follow me sign and turned to lead the way.
She was in front of him and looking at her behind Prince William almost fell over. He stared and rubbed his eyes. Oh Lord was he dreaming? They were rounded and the hips well curved and now he knew without a doubt that his member was never going to respect his orders, as he felt himself going hard again. She was walking on without a care in the world, her ass dancing and in his mind he was doing stuff to her that were not mentionable.
He forgot he was in a strange place. He forgot that he was the prince of England, heir apparent to the throne. He forgot about everything.
In his homeland, ladies had flat behinds, thunder thighs and legs that were as thick as a horse’s. Never in his twenty six years had he seen anything like this. This, in front of him, was a goddess with skin so smooth and lovely with the color of honey. Maybe it did taste like honey.
These and many other thoughts flew through his mind and he became completely lost in thought.
If only he knew what awaited him, he would have turned back and wish for whatever powers that had brought him here to take him back.
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