***PRINCE LUCAS STHANDWA***Her vagina is a struggle...so damn tight.I promised to be gentle so I try as possible as I could. I've had sexual experiences since I came of age but none were exciting like today's. I put my dick into her pussy as gently as I could putting my Eight-inches-long-dick one inch at a time. It helped that she's wet and accommodating but I can tell from her nerves that she's scared.I whisper sweet something's to her ears till I'm fully inside.Then it pop. I wait a moment before I move out and in slowly.I've never had a sweet vagina like hers. It feels like home.Many thrusts later, it became a joy ride for the both of us. Her melodious moans encourages my thrusts.I move her legs a little higher to the sky to accommodate me entirely and I thrust in again. Her shivering and tight hold on my skin alerts me of her orgasm. She tightens her pussy walls as she came, the second time today."Oooooooh,"She moans.As soon as she finishes, I feel myself cumming. It is a long one. Sprouts after sprouts got me groaning like a dog on heat. The last time I came like this was years ago during my first sex. As I lie beside her, I gently press my lips to the soft skin of her neck. Normally, I'm not one for cuddling after intimacy, but today feels different. A deep desire to hold her close and savor the warmth of the moment washes over me, and I give in to its tender pull.We lie there in comfortable silence, catching our breath, until Noma breaks the stillness."Are we married now?" she asks, a hint of mischief in her voice.I'm taken aback by her directness, but as I look into her eyes, I feel a deep sense of certainty."I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Nom," I reply, my voice filled with conviction. "I'm not joking. I love you, and I want to do right by you. The only problem is the fact that I'm traditional man.That means I want to do right by you. I have to give you a proper wedding ceremony to bless our union, to make it official, and to celebrate our love with the world."Noma's face lights up with a radiant smile, and I know in that moment that I've made the right decision.Noma's expression falters, and a hint of sadness creeps into her voice. "I don't think that's possible," she says, her words barely above a whisper. "We're... stuck here.""We won't be here for life?" I ask, uncertainty creeping into my voice.But then I recall her remarkable abilities, and a grin spreads across my face."I'm not worried. My wife-to-be is a powerful witch. We'll be out of here in no time. You commanded the sky to give us water, and it obeyed. If you want, you can command the heavens to open and swallow us out of here!"Noma's laughter fills the air, and her eyes sparkle with amusement.Noma: "That's not true..." she says, still chuckling."Oh, it's true," I tease. "You just haven't realized it yet."I join her in her contagious laughter.****NOMAQHIBELO****I wake up cradled in his arms, the warm sunlight spilling across our skin. We're both naked, our bodies entwined, and I feel a deep sense of comfort and satisfaction. As I gaze at his peaceful face, I'm struck by his handsome features. His thick eyebrows and dark, curved lips are even more captivating in the morning light.My fingers instinctively reach out to trace the contours of his face, and my hand brushes against his lips. Memories of the previous night flood my mind, and I feel a flutter in my chest."Kiss me," Lucas whispers, his eyes still closed. I wonder if he's been awake for a while or if he's just a light sleeper. Either way, I'm happy to oblige.Our lips meet, and the spark between us ignites once more. It leads to a happy morning. I can't get more and more of the sweetness and excitement that comes with mating. Though my inner opening is sore and wore out but I don't think I can resist anytime. There's a little dried blood around, a prove of my lost innocence.We spend the day lost in each other's arms, pausing only to savor fresh fruits and water courtesy of my familiar....As night falls, Lucas weaves a spell of enchantment with his tales of the modern world beyond our isolated haven. He shares stories of his family, his stepbrother's betrayal, and his loving mother, whose kindness and warmth leave me wishing that Mambo, my own mother, could be more motherly towards me.I ask Lucas about his father, and his eyes light up with fond memories. He tells me about his father's passion for farming and animal husbandry, and how he would often take Lucas to the farm, teaching him how to ride a horse and farm.As Lucas speaks of his father, I find myself wondering about my own baba. Mambo has always been tight-lipped about my father, a secrecy that has left me with a deep sense of curiosity.Over the years, I've often found myself scanning the faces of older wizards in our village, searching for any resemblance, any hint of a connection to my unknown father. But my effor

"Everything happened so fast that day. I can't remember clearly the events of that fateful day...one moment, my sisters and I were singing as when walked the streets of Octshe while returning from church. I was going home with my two elder sisters and I was the last child... happy, care free, laughing and unaware of the wickedness of men. I also remember that my mom told us not to follow the zebra post road and to just walk straight home following the Octshe road. We obeyed and walked the streets laughing and singing the church hymns..." Honestly, I don't see the need for this therapy but Richard will not have it on this case. I don't want to return to that state. I just need to find my children and be united with all fourteen of them. I don't need this therapy! The police couldn't help me. How can a beautiful looking white lady with eye glasses help me get over my pain ,my trauma. Nobody can help me. Therapist :" Take your time, Ashley! We can continue this conversation when you're ready alright?" I hate her voice. It's so soft-calming- perfect like my mother. I wonder how she is. I couldn't return back as broken as I am. I know she'll be very worried and prayerful too. Hoping on God's miracle like she'd say. Oh! Mama! I can't let her see that God has failed her last baby, that God has hurt her miracle baby. She told me how I was a miracle baby. Apparently, after the birth of my elder sister, Zoe, she had complications that had her womb removed. I doubt that story more as I aged. I am not a miracle child. There's no way a woman can conceive without a womb. I am a mother of fourteen now so I know well. My mother lied to me. She lied to herself and God too. There's nothing like miracle and God not when I became a brooder.. .A soft knock came at the door and Richard came in looking worried. I hate the pity looks he gives me. They make me hate myself more and more. Richard: hi Me: hi Richard: Are you okay? ( He cups my face and cleans my tears) Me: i don't know...I... just want to go home...please. Richard: okay. Let's go ONE YEAR AGO... ***RICHARD*** I think I have baby fever. I have just returned from Jordans McAfee baby welcoming party. He's my closest friend and right hand man in the underworld. This is actually his third child welcoming party in five years of marriage. Jordans McAfee was happy with only one child, his first child, JJ but his wife, Amia wanted a daughter and so they tried again and again. Now they have three boys and I bet Amia is not done yet but I know Jordans is. At thirty-five, almost all my friends, colleagues and mates have a child or children yet the almighty Richard carfer, DEATH, himself has no heir . (Phone rings)" Richard carfer" Matt: Death, C'est moi, Matt." What's your findings?" Matt: The dark web is legit boss. The procedures are also simple and worthwhile. You just have to deliver your sperm. Pay the deposit and in nine months or so, your baby will be delivered." "And you're sure the web won't disappoint? You know I hate stories. I'd really fuck them up if they try to underestimate me" Matt: Death, no stories. I'll send you a list of brooders to select the one you like or feel is capable of sharing DNA with your sperm." Brooders? That's their term?" Matt: Qui. "I'd like an African broader and a smart one too." Matt: you can even see that in person after your selection. " Okay Matt" Matt: aurevoir Death ( Call ends)