Chapter 49

The market square, Havila.

"Oh boy, that's some beauty."

The rough man attending to the man in cloak got distracted by the strange lady walking through the market. He had filled the coconut oil to brim that he didn't notice that it was already overflowing.

"Concentrate, idiot," the man in the cloak cussed. He didn't seem to be moved by the lady. Aside from him, every other man who looked in the direction of the half-naked lady was enthralled by her curves and swaying steps.

"I won't have you insult me on my commodity. Be gone, you dog," the rough man shot in rage. The man in cloak grabbed the gallon of coconut oil and emptied it on the rough man. A struggle was birthed, a struggle that was soon to graduate into chaos.

The lady looked back in the direction of the chaos and smiled at what she had caused. If she could make men fall from a distance, how ruthless would she be if she were close.

She was dressed in a pink gown parted in several parts. A parting was from the helm at the back to the butts. One could have a stealthy peek at the butts.

The second parting was by the right and left sides. From below the armpit to the waist, Several holes were seen. And the peak of it all was the parting in the chest that revealed a great deal of her cleavage.

If one stared for too long at that part, if he was a man, he would get a boner.

Her legs were silk and sleek, the fragrance emanating from her unprecedentedly enchanting.

Her eyes were like one of the 28 constellations lodestars. Her lips thick and small. Her face lit by the rage of the sun. Her gaze commanding and bewitching. Lailah.

She walked through the gate of Havila and kept her gaze high. Though she was very much aware of the murmurs maintained by the two guards, she didn't care.

She looked back once and discovered that few men were walking behind her. Few metres away from her.

She didn't have any time to waste. The urgent matter ahead of her kept pressing on the weight of her thoughts.

She took a sharp turn by the right. She walked only a few metres into that path and paused. Then she began to count her steps.

She knew that the men were coming, but she knew what she was doing.

After she had counted seven steps, she merged with thin air. She disappeared.

And next, she was found in the room of Aohen.

Aohen didn't look up yet. He was reading through a scroll. But then he noticed a silhouette by the door.

"Come nigh, and suck my dick. Give me a royal suck."

He had mistaken Lailah for one of the royal maids he had sent for earlier for pleasure. You could call her lucky, but she foreknew.

And by the merit of her plot, she was wearing the form of the maid. Fewer complications.

"Yes, my Lord."

She said in Lailah's voice but in the maid's body. She walked to him and knelt before him by the bed.

"You sound different."

He looked into those eyes. Those eyes concocted by misery and rage. Those eyes burnished in alakazam and dark confetti of power.

"You hear differently, my Lord. It's what passion and pleasure do."

She ran her hand up his leg, through his thigh, then stopped over his genitals.

She began to rub her palm gently over the trouser where the boner was poking its head out of. He began to shudder.

She kept on rubbing till she was sure that the boner was strong enough to be sucked. She flung her hair sideways. The tip swiped across his face and struck him on one of the eyelids.

"Apologies," she muttered.

"Nevermind. Do your thing."

Aohen, who was bent on getting the service, ignored the pain, pushing the worries aside.

She pulled the trouser down and revealed the boner. Twasn't as big as Jim's. Not even as Vulcan's. But bigger than Tzu's.

She put her hand to it and began to rock it. She ran her hand up and down, making sure she rocked the shaft. Her hand brushing the balls when she went down and pulling the semen with it when she went up.

Then she put her mouth to it and started sucking. He moaned as he pulled the robe off. He couldn't take the pleasure while seated. The scroll dropped.

"Y-you seem t-to be get-ting bet-ter every day," he commended. Then he moved to settle into the bed. He spread his legs while she climbed on him.

She was making a gradual process. She returned to the boner and kept sucking. She started off slowly, as usual, but then increased both the tempo and the velocity. He was moaning really loudly.

He held onto her head to help ease the pain in the pleasure, but that wasn't enough.

"Come up," he ordered her. She let go of the boner and crawled up his chest. Her knees by his sides as she met his face with hers.

She kissed him ruthlessly, tongues smacking against each other to get the peak of the pleasure.

She didn't remove her robe. He hadn't asked her yet.

She let go of his mouth and pulled up her robe. She dipped his boner in her genitals and sat in it. She began to ride him.

To stimulate the pleasure, he reached his hand up and grabbed her boobs. He held firmly onto them. He couldn't squeeze them nor let them go. She was distracting him too much.

She was going up and down on him. Then she would go, round and round, twist and turn, spiral till she hurled him into the depth of unfathomable and abysmal pleasure.

She kept riding him as though she was riding a horse. Then, abruptly, she stopped and stood up from his boner.

"What are you doing? I didn't tell you to stop," he remonstrated, but she played deaf. She crawled down to the boner and began to suck again. He sighed at that.

But then there was a twist. Aohen began to feel more pain at the base of his boner. The pleasure seemed to have dwindled into thin air.

He was going to push her away when he heard a loud bite, and then she raised her head.

In her mouth was his penis. She chewed it and crawled up to his chest. The bed was soaked in his blood.

He wanted to push her away, but he couldn't even move. He tried resorting to his magic, but nothing worked.

She was knelt over him, her face hovering over his. Though he was screaming as loudly as he could, it seemed as though no one could hear him. Because if they could, they would have come to his aid.

She brought her mouth closer to his neck and sucked his oesophagus out as though she had a straw in her mouth.

She spat his blood in his weak eyelids, which were beginning to shut themselves.

She kissed the corpse one more time and left the way she came.