Chapter 56

Inside a tree, Havila.

"What were you thinking?"

Ja Lia was eating her up with an odd ogle. He wished he could do more than that. If it were possible to scold someone with looks, he would have done exactly that. But she only sat on the bed smiling, probably making a joke of him. He wasn't vexed. He was acquainted with her nuances.

"You could have gotten the both of us killed. I'm sure you knew that," he shot. He was seated on the chair opposite the bed. The room was illuminated with blue rays that day. He sure didn't know how she came up with the tricks.

"It's a slap in my face that you're still fearful whenever you're around me."

Her countenance had fallen. Well, you might think she was sad or something close to that, but in no time, she would burst out laughing again. Such was her art.

"That's not the point, babe."

He paused, trying to see how she would feel hearing that compliment. She shot him a glance and looked away. He didn't know what meaning to read to that. She was a hell of a drama queen.

"Don't tell me you don't want to be a king."

She glared at him. He looked away from her and took the gourd of palm wine on the stool next to the chair. He gulped in a long pull.

She was tempted to make him choke on it but tossed the urge aside. If this was then when she was playing a game, twould have been cool, but at that moment, she loved him.

"You should have asked me that before announcing to the populace. What choice do I have now?" he remonstrated. She chuckled and stood up from the bed. She walked to him and sat in his laps. She began to move her butt slowly on his lap, whining. Caressing his cock with her butt.

"You're my king and should be so to everybody," she complimented and began to bring her face closer to his. She was still moving her butt on his lap over his cock. He was smothered, his mouth opened, expecting the kiss, a stimulant for the havoc she was causing down there.

Then she stopped abruptly, her lips hovering over his. She stood up and walked to a small cupboard to the right of the bed.

He was frustrated and angered for being put in the mood only for her to deny him. He stood up and hurried to her. He must ravish her.

As he got to and wanted to hold her, she disappeared.

He turned and began to move in no precise order.

"Where are you?" he called. All he could hear was the gentle call of the breeze traversing the nook and crannies of the room.

"Ok, I won't kiss you." He gave up, yet she was nowhere to be found. Then he heard a rattling under the bed. He was tempted to go look but ignored the urge.

He walked back to his seat, shrugging. "Suit yourself."

He retired into the chair, his legs crossed. He picked up one of the scrolls on the table and began to read through. There was a translation note scribbled by the letter.

"Impossible," he muttered to himself.

"What's impossible?" he heard her say. She was back on the bed. In her hand was a bunch of berries. He sighed and shook his head.

"I didn't know you could write," he challenged. She only chuckled and flung the bunch at him after eating a few of the fruits. But to his dismay, the bunch landed on his lap. If you asked him, he wasn't surprised, though he gasped.

"You didn't ask," she shot at him. He plucked two berries and threw them in the abyss of his mouth.

He spoke amidst the munching, "I thought the best thing you could do was have sex, riding people as though they are horses."

She laughed for a while. He joined in. He hadn't heard her laugh in such a manner, such a contagious manner.

Then she threatened, "Until I make your small penis disappear, you'll never quit doubting the power of a Nymph."

He grinned, a toothy smile. She was one hell of a crazy bitch.

"Maybe I'll start trusting your abilities when you increase the size of my dick."

She pointed her left index finger at the bunch on his lap, and one of the berries was plucked automatically. Then she made it float in the air before his face. She swiped her index finger forward, and in effect, the berry hit him in the face.

Though the pain was mild, he thirsted for revenge. As he wanted to pluck one of the berries to do what she had done, he couldn't find the bunch anymore.

He shot her a crazy glare.

"Is that what you're looking for?"

She pointed at the cupboard. He didn't know what expression to give.

"About your dick, I love it that way. I don't want my ribcage shifted by some super long cock."

She smiled. He was amazed by how smoothly those words dropped from her lips, like she never felt any reluctance, saying the words, 'penis,' 'dick,' 'cock,' etc.

"Where's my baby?"

He leaned so heavily on the chair. He felt so comfortable in the small chair. He hated to think that was Lailah's doing.

She began to laugh and pointed at the cupboard.

"Are you crazy? In the cupboard?" he said, standing up immediately. His peaceful face had been smothered by rage.

"Let's fight," she dared, standing tall. He knew she was only messing with him though. Her cute face signalled she was pulling a childish trick.

"I'm serious, Lailah."

She began to walk towards him. He didn't know what to do with her. She was just too annoying.

She got to him and pressed her body to his. Then she began to rub her body on him. Her large boobs trailing over his bare chest. He was beginning to have a boner.

"Don't be like this, Lailah," he muttered, trying to control the urge swelling in his pants. Then she stopped the rubbing and spoke, rubbing her stomach,

"Isn't this what you're looking for?"

He looked down, and his jaw dropped. The pregnancy was there. He couldn't help but be surprised. How'd she do that? Didn't he just see her walk to him with a flat stomach, rubbing herself all on him?

"Where'd you put the baby in the first place?" he asked, putting his left palm on the stomach. The first time he would ever touch and feel the foetus. It kicked.

She hit his hand off her belly and turned from him. She began to walk towards the bed.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," she said over her head. He just watched her go, wondering if he was blessed to have her.