***Warning: Mature Content. Reader Discretion is advised***
Edited by: Darlene Jones
He watched Ekwutosilim as she strode up the manicured path, her slender hips swaying seductively in her tattered short piece of goat skin. The girl led a promiscuous life. None of her fellow servants were aware of her secret cowries, the way she earned these precious shells. But he knew. He knew all about her.
He didn’t imagine it would happen—his attraction to her. But here he was, unable to stop himself from watching her, from thinking about her. Of course the first thing he’d noticed about her had been her mahogany skin. It wasn’t quite the same shade as Okuoba’s. Nevertheless, her skin tone obsessed him. For him, it quickly pointed to one thing. A subtle diversion. Fate had rolled a slightly different dice before him, waiting for him to react. Like a sculptor, it had presented him with a young female, whose body reminded him of Okuoba. Or was she a beguiler, working for Okuoba, with the sole intention of distracting him—perhaps, forever?
If Ekwutosilim didn’t live here in Ngwo village, he would open up to her, and during the course of their conversation ask if she and Okuoba knew each other, if she had gone through some bodily transformation just to entice him away from her. But then, posing such questions would make him look stupid.
Watching Ekwutosilim, his gaze focused on the provocative way she walked, his penis grew hard. He shut his eyes and imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. He ran his hand over the front of his loincloth and sighed.
He would have to travel out of Ngwo to meet his diviner. He’d have to inform her about the emergence of Ekwutosilim. He’d have to inform her about his growing hunger to bed Okuoba. The diviner should at least provide him with a solution. He had to ease the ache somehow without bringing his ultimate plan to ruin. He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, imagining what Okuoba would taste like if he kissed her, if he sucked her breasts, if he drove his fingers in between her parted thighs. Or was fate being kind to him, letting him take notice of Ekwutosilim, so he could, in the meantime, ease his hunger for Okuoba, with the carnal knowledge of the young servant girl?
Groaning inwardly, he turned around and looked the other way. After taking several deep breaths, he managed to control the raging hunger inside him. But could he really hold out any much longer?
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