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âThe pounding is incessantâŠhe wonât give me a second to breath. My back, it achesâŠI need a reprieve.â
Anissa Ife, was referring to her captainâs constant thumping on her bedroom door. He wouldnât except that their dayâs interaction was over, and so was continuing an aggressive one-way conversation with the automated door to her private quarters. She was exhausted from their earlier argument about the performance of the ship’s crew â who, she had personally vetted and recruited for their six month-long voyage to the slaverâs moon of planet Omega Seven. He was like most three star captains – stubborn, but so was she. Anissa Ife, the last pure-blooded black princess of Earth II, had tamed many powerful men, some sought to exert authority over her domain because of her fledgling years, others attempted to manipulate their way into her bodyâs darkest and most mineral rich places. Although a diminutive figure of regal grace, when she deemed it necessary, her gravitas was palpable, like feeling her will inside your flesh, the majority found it very unnerving and would shy away from her in these special moments. However, Captain Drayke D. Hamilton found them exhilarating, all his senses would almost sizzle themselves numb at the sight of her true uncompromising self. For him, like when his Father would purchase a wild New Mexico stallion on the cheap, (because it had already badly injured six men) then challenge him to break it in – the difficulty of the task, and strong likelihood of physical pain before pleasure, was exactly what he thrived on. After all, this was one of the few non-academic hardships available for the Deep Space Programâs youngest ever recruit.
Anissa, for now was tired of their highly charged relationship, and sought to sooth her mental and physical complaints with a hot bath. Cocooning her consciousness in classic Earth I Jazz music, and the gentle tranquilizing glow of slow dancing candle light. All of which were scented, and carefully placed around the ceramic womb her soft naked body was to be submerged in, as if it were an offering to the four tribe Gods of her native Zantili. Thus, his relentless requests to be allowed inside were ignored until they became a silent acceptance. Her sleeping quarters were relatively modest for someone of her station – this was of her design. While on this half-year mission she desired to keep the connection between herself and the vesselâs crew as intimate as feasibly possible. Her father, a great psychologist in his day, had taught her the many ways in which to elicit feelings of trust and loyalty from people – she employed them diligently. This connection was just one of the many things she pondered while soaking herself in the sauna warm cocktail of luxury bath salts, and the soapy run off of golden gel she lathered across her blemish-less body. After sheâd finished caressing the full length of her leg, she sighed, tilted her head back to rest on the reflective white tubâs ergonomic headrest. Slowly, this obsidian princess drowned her entire glistening leg into the water, like one would a tender loin passionately seasoned by caring hands, making sure every inch was elevated in both flavour and feel â before immersing it in a liquid slumber, to only rising again for the nourishment of the one you love.
As Anissaâs worries dissolved off her and into the water, so did any tension she felt towards Captain Drayke âas it was customary to address officers of this Earth. Now instead, her meditating mind rolled away layers and layers of memories to reveal the first time sheâd experienced him. Theyâd crossed paths the day before, at a dinner gala for the retiring president of Earth II’s foremost quantum energy industrial empire. However, to hear of the captainâs effortlessly rugged demeanor or intellectual domination of lesser mortals, and experience them, are two very different things. Therefore, although this was their second meeting of eyes, it was on this day, that her body was truly introduced to Drayke D. Hamilton.
She recalls an ordinary morning at her familyâs estate; sheâd gone out into one of the northern fields in the hope of observing the behaviour of the undisturbed wildlife. All manner of fascinating creatures congregated there by her planets famed crimson petal oak tree. To her surprise, she wasnât the first there. It was still very early and the sun was lazily hanging above the horizon, painting the landscape in morning amber. However, there stood three male figures, seemingly doing some kind of obnoxious dance that supplemented loud groans of vulgarity. It was only after twenty or more inquisitive steps forward did she recognise one of them as Drayke.
In that moment, Anissaâs understanding of the scene in front of her became vivid, as though suddenly conscious that she had painted it into existence herself. If that were the case, she, with all her affinity for the arts, couldnât have done a better job â before her was a masterpiece, a seducing display of brawn the likes of which her senses were not prepared for. Drayke was stood naked from the waist up, the other two men also, however neither could boast a physique so well-developed – Drayke had the stature and presence of a warrior. As she became transfixed on all that he was, she was simultaneously being disarmed of her own power, his beautifully caramel complexion looked gentle and soft as the perspiration on it glimmered in the early sun. However, before she was stripped bare, the base in his voice reverberated through her thin dress and chest, it startled her into focus. His eyes however were firmly fixed on his two opponents as he punished them repeatedly for their inexperience, bringing them to their knees like lost boys before the original man. Although only seeing his whole face in glimpses, his eyes sucked at her soul, she couldnât help but become weak at the way their darkness, combined with the curl in his eyelashes escaped the bearded ruggedness of his other features. Creating a portrait of safety and danger that spoke to her baser instincts, this induced the first quiver of feminine appetite from between her.
She ambled around in this memory for a while, but before long its accompanying sensations slowly drew her back to the present, her marauding mind was being ushered here by drowning butterflies of lust. This, at times could become an insatiable animalâŠconsuming all who awoke it in their entirety. Although its vast hunger was evident by the salivation within, if she fed it now, it could be appeased with just a little feel of flesh – her hands travelled to where they were needed. The left, applying undulating pressure to her breast, the right one in-between her thighs with slender fingers slowly stroking. Despite the water around it, she could still differentiate the feel of soft moisture within it. Anissaâs hunger purred with each caress, the butterflies of excitement rose into her abdomen – she was now committed to the act. She thought about the last time Drayke was inside her, and the movements of her fingers became more purposeful in response. She remembered the deeply satisfying intake of his firm manhood as she played to her writhing desires. Her thoughts, now flickered to the strength of his grip on her waist and neck – his power, enough to hold her still as he sought different rhythms at which to slide pleasure into the wet wanting spaces. The force of which, would be dictated by her compliance to the whispered commands in her ear. The feeling of pleasure emanating from her centre was so delicious it began to make her feel weak, she didnât resist its call for climax, and instead let her body melt into the feeling. Now, so feverish was her appetite that, she shed all teasing distractions and focused only on how it felt to massage her pulsating lips – with extra vibrating attention applied to the soft protruding tip – she was on the precipice. Anissa was relentless, the speed of her efforts rippled and splashed outwards in the still warm bath water, her perfectly contoured legs started to stiffen as her breathing deepened further and further. Each rapid left right shift of wetted friction brought the arcane contractile explosion from her pelvic floor closer and closer. Seconds rushed by, and before she could bare her soapy chest in a final breath before bliss, it hit her â every muscle in her lower abdomen clenched as the ecstasy jolted out from the spaces between her squirming shivering thighs. Then, after a few more numbingly pleasurable seconds, her orgasm completed its sensual healing with slow radiating waves that relaxed her entire body completely into the water.
After a quick interaction of trivial small talk built on a scaffolding of hidden agendas and repressed feelings, the Captain began to notice the missing piece. Perhaps it was the speculative presence of Dr. Samoy that sparked it, but he was now aware of Anissaâs absence. They usually had breakfast together, comfortably sharing space and focus the way in-love couples did. He never feared what the crew would make of their very public relationship, and he was the kind of leader whose authority and actions were never questioned â publicly anyway. He recalled the sour way in which theyâd left things last night, and hoped that she werenât still upset about what heâd done. This made his heart ache slightly, he wanted to see her and peacefully reconcile their affections. In that moment, Dr. Samoy knew that Drayke was no longer paying attention to her; she frowned at the idea that he was thinking about her, however, for now she knew her place and divulged Anissaâs location to him. Without too much acknowledgement of her civility, he stood up, and as he did, so did the entire hall of more than a hundred people, all of notable specialist skill and military stature. However, in front of this man, all knew themselves to be less, and thus showed him almost regal respect as he entered or left a room. Then to the sound of a hundred men and women seating themselves, he disappeared to find her. The Doctor watched his broad shoulders prop up the medal studded blazer she once helped him try on as he strolled away hatefully, like when she had to watch her father go off to see a âwork friendâ as her mother lay upstairs sobbing pathetically. Months before, she had already vowed to never become like herâŠthe mechanisms of her plan were already in full motion.
âWhy would she be in the Star Chart Observation Roomâ was the only thought that circled in his head as he made his way to her. Knowing the ship as he did, made getting there from the dining hall seven levels down relatively quick, and as he stood before the metallic entrance – he thought over what he would say to alleviate any concerns she may have about his dedication to their future plans. Once ready, he accessed the room with his key card and walked straight to where she was stood. Anissa Ife was standing facing the star chart on the ‘starboard’ side black wall of this colossal room. It resembled a dark canvas with countless diamonds poured onto it, with some mystically spiralling together to form galaxies and others becoming cloudy like the dying stars they represented. The centre space within the room was akin to the layout of the ancient libraries of the 21st century. She must have felt his presence as she turned to face him, because the doors of this ship slide inaudibly. Drayke, walking with the humble valour of a returning solider, stopped only a few steps away from her as their eyes met – she was the only woman who could give him pause. Before he could preach his rehearsed concession, she stepped towards him, and placing her hands on his firm chest said, âFuck me.â
In only a few seconds Drayke had already tore her blouse half off, and was attending to her exposed chest and neck passionately. As one of his large hands grabbed her full and curvaceous ass intently â the intention being to forcibly lift her onto her toes, the smell of the moisturiser she’d used radiating off her blood warm breasts, drove his desire to eat her uncontrollably to the surface. He gnawed at her perked nipples and felt her grip him tightly in response. As his left hand, reached around her slight waist, beyond her laced underwear and seductively manipulated the entrance to her female passion; he whispered with hot bated breath, âI canât wait to feel my hard dick slowly open up your tight wet pussy.â She reached under his arms, dug her nails into his upper back musculature, and pulled him in closer, like she was about to open up and consume him whole. The strength of the primal creature within her was growing; she grabbed a fist full of the hair at the back of his head, jerking it back so she could look into his dark covetous eyes and said, âBefore that, I want to taste myself on your lips.â Without hesitation he picked her up, legs wrapped around his waist and found her a large finely crafted table to rest upon.
Kneeling down before her, he removed any man-made fabric that obstructed his view of the deliciousness between her thighs. Sharply pulling her forward to the edge, he then grabbed her ankles and put both legs over his shoulders. He loved feeling the weight of them on him; their sensual denseness concealed a heat that, when escaped from between her opened legs, made him wild with thirst. Supporting the small of her back as she lent backwards in throbbing anticipation, he delved into the warm moisture that lay amid the soft inner and outer lips of her intimacy. He wasnât playing games with her today; he knew the exact flowing patterns to draw on her and make her climax rush forward like a lit match to a fuse. As he nibbled, licked, and sucked on everything he could get his profuse lips on, she writhed around on the table trying not to alert the rest of the ship with her echoing moans of pleasure. She massaged the back of his head as he worked her into a frenzy; she could feel the lukewarm trickle of his efforts slowly trace their way down the space between her two weak spots. The feel of his and her essences wetting the skin on and around her currently unsought to privacy, multiplied her desires exponentially. She grasped his wrist and led him to it. Almost immediately after feeling, the combined, oral, and tactile caresses – her primary opening screamed together with the other in ecstasy as her climax jolted through her entire body â back, front, head to toe, contorting her in wild screeches of passion. Drayke held her tightly by her waist and mid back, supporting her through the convulsions. Just as they settled, he stood up, face and mouth glistening in his achievement and kissed her, in Anissaâs still aroused state – she loved the flavours. Drayke was bulging unashamedly; she could see its promise, and stroked the full length of it before groping as much as she could through his attire. Anissa teased his girth briefly, she could sense his desire to fill her with it until she ached. Biting her lip in expectation, she pulled back just in time to see his mouth move, and a deep tone accompany the words, âBend over.â
Figures slender and dark shift shape, contorting to the needs of the terrain. They are wary of the bright eyes that search these warm nights, inauspicious glares looking to reveal the truth of those seeking emancipation. No matter the decade, country, city or town, young boys from this continent always fear the price of forgiveness.
The price this evening is True Gold â motherâs goldâŠand having escaped the inept watch of a least favoured uncle the run begins. As thin legs and flat feet beat the ground perpetually, they effortlessly navigate the uneven, cracked dirt road of their rural province. The purple twilight is a canvas for a dying flame and its air feels calming; cooling the heat of guilt that often emanates from the brow of sinners and delinquents alike. Whichever title more relevant is an after thought, and the only information concerning the youthful mind is the search for the forgiveness held inside motherâs True Gold.
All Dialogue Translated from French
-âYaya hurry up! Youâre so slow!â
-âItâs not fair youâre older than me!â
-âIf your skinny legs make us not get back in time, Iâm blaming it all on you and Iâll laugh as I watch you get beaten with the belt.â
-âWell Mummy said that Iâll be faster than you one day!â
-âNot if I eat all your meat! Now hurry up, we have to get back before she arrives!â
The boys, using shortcuts tamed over years of juvenile adventuring, are nearing their destination, a great river that separates two cities with a colonial history akin to sibling rivalry. It was at this location earlier that day that the first of several bad decisions was madeâŠ
 -âEight, nine, ten, eleven, TWELVE!â
-âSee I told you I could do twelve.â
-âYes you are so strong on pushupsâŠbut can you do a cartwheel?â As Yaya watched Julie the love of his very brief life effortlessly spiral across the riverbank, he could not enjoy her grace as it were meant to be, because all he could think is of outdoing her with another more audacious feat of his own. But just as he was about to interrupt her gloating, his eye flicking subconsciously to his brother. He was standing several meters away with another, engaging deeply in what appeared to him as the kind of heated discussions theyâve had about which character of their animated fantasy show was stronger. He was not very good at reading teenage body languageâŠbecause second later his brother and the other were kissing. In his shock he quickly looked at Julie and exclaimed
-âLook, look!â
-âWhat?â
-âCanât you see? Theyâre kissingâ
-âWhat? Youâre so silly, youâre obviously just making excuses because you canât beat my cartwheel, see – I am the best!â
-âNO, watch this!â After ten more minutes of their blow-for-blow battle of physical aptitude, Yaya began to tire. As he did awkward silence befell them, not even the vehicles passing on the dirt road behind them could shatter the mute sphere they found themselves in. He attentively observed her slowly catching her breath, and for a fleeting moment something sparked in him, a slight, supple bolt of pubescent sexual awareness. However before the onset hormone shift could take place the feeling was gone, and he noticed her facial expressions of boredom. Worried that she would soon leave, he rummaged through his cluttered mind for anything interesting. And in a corner reserved for secrets and guilt he found it. âJulie I forgot to tell you, I found something amazing.â
-âWhat?â
-âItâs a magic artifactâŠâ
-âWhatâs an ar-ti-fact?â
-âItâs something that looks normal but has special powers.â
-âWhat kind of special powers?â
-âErm like making you fly, breath under water or run really fast.â
-âHahaha I donât believe in things like that.â
-âWhy not? Theyâre real, even my mum says so, you know my uncle even has some he said the doctor gave him to make strong with women.â
-âStrong with women?? Maybe you need that because you canât even beat me in a fight.â
-âI donât need to because I have True Gold.â
-âShow me.â
-âYes but you canât tell anyone about itâŠeven my brother doesnât know that I have it.â Yaya walked towards Julie, reached into the abnormally deep pocket of his dusty shorts and pulled out his closed fist. Inside was the treasured artifact. Was he was trying to build suspense, or maybe just attempting to prolong her companyâŠeither way she wasnât a patient girl and demanded to see the so-called True Gold.
-âLet me see it then?â
-âYes but be careful, I found it hidden in my mumâs roomâŠshe keeps it hidden because she says that if she takes it to work, it will reveal her secretsâ
-âSo its power is revealing truth? Thatâs rubbish; I thought it would be something cool like the power to run faster than a cheetah.â
-âIt is cool, just look at it.â Yaya opened his now sweaty palm, exposing the True Gold to the elements and watched Julieâs face as her eyes absorbed its latent sun colored gleam. She took a second before reacting, and then looked up at Yaya smiling with deep maternal warmth far beyond her years.
Now back at the same place a different tone fills the nightâŠ
-âHave you found the True Gold yet??!â
-âNo, not yet!â
-âLook harder, Yaya!
-âWhy did you even take it? You know how important it is to mother, she is going to kill you if you donât find it.â
-âI know, I know, but I swear I put it back in my pocket after showing her.â
-âWhy even show her?? You want to impress her? Didnât your twelve push-ups do that?? Would have been easier to just kiss her.â
-âNo, thatâs disgusting, sheâs my friend.â
-âWell if you donât find it you wonât live to see her again. Lets check by the bushes by that river edge.â
Two spirits connected by the psychological chains of blood and history search the topography of their surroundings for salvationâŠso desperate, they kneel in the moist earth, plunging fists into its loose top soil hoping to feel the familiar shape and texture of the lost treasure. The search was prolonged and intense, to the point that fingers were beginning to cramp under the previously soft resistance of the land, and without the sunlight to aid them, eyes were functioning at below optimum capacity. Surrendering to their fate seemed inevitable, like the exposing teardrop of the melancholy first blink. However just before the acceptance of all that could befall them, Yayaâs mind twitchedâŠ
-âHey, stop digging in the dirt like a dog, I have a thoughtâŠâ
-âWhat?â
-âYou knowâŠI think that girl youâre so fond of has probably taken itâŠmaybe to give to her boyfriend.â
-âShut up, she doesnât have a boyfriend, and anyway I donât believe she would take it.â
-âYaya I donât think you can take that riskâŠâ Begrudgingly he had to accept that there was great validity to those words, and so he stood up, covered in dark mud like a child role-playing a Navy Sealâs secret incursion onto foreign land. After taking a few moments to mentally map out the route to Julieâs house, he began a slow defeated jog towards his new goal.
Thirty minutes later he arrived at the edge of the city center⊠The city lights that were like small, glowing fireflies at a distance had now become clear beacons of commerce and life. Cars of varying size and make zoomed by while food vendors proclaimed the excellence of their barbecued poultry, and shop retailers the complex quality of their fabric; the night was saturated with the intent to sell. Most in his proximity ignore him, after all what use is a child with no money here? Tired from his travels, the young boy walked slowly across the wide concrete road onto the pedestrian path.
-âBe careful Yaya! If one of these cars hit you youâll end up looking like yesterdayâs goat.â
-âI know, Iâm not blind.â
-âYeah yeahâŠso where does your pretty thief live?â
-âWhatever, she is a good girl, Iâll show youâŠJust follow meâ
-âWhen do I not little brotherâŠâ
Finally outside the place he was told she lived at, and it looked very different then heâd imagined, the large stone building of modern design was somber and less inviting than he felt it should be. Not letting that peculiarity slow his missionâs progress, he rang the doorbell. Temporarily forgetting his age and place he was oblivious to how this situation looked. Before that knowledge could grace him, the front door openedâŠa mountain of a man stepped forward into the night-light.
-âBoy, why are you ringing my door bell?
-âSorry sir, but can I speak Julie?â
-âWho?? Listen I donât need lost street boys waking me up for no reason! Please go away.â
-âIâm not a street boy, I have a house and itâs nice, we even have a big TV.â
-âWhat are you talking to me about your TV for? I need to sleep. If you want money go and polish some drunk business manâs shoesâ
-âSorry sir I just want to speak Julie Mokemo, doesnât she live here? She told me she lives here.â The large man kissed his teethâŠscanned him thoroughly and said
-âBoy, I donât know any Julie, but there is Charlotte Mokemo who runs the house of ndĂșmbĂĄs across the road over thereâ
-âHouse of what?â
-âDonât worry youâll see when you get there, plus I remember hearing that Charlotte had a daughter so maybe thatâs the Julie girl youâre looking forâ
-âAh thank you mister!â
-âYeah, just make sure you at least wash your muddy hands before you go in their, now go awayâ Yaya barely hearing the manâs advice rushed across the road to where he had pointed. Directing his older brother to keep up, he arrived at the open door in a pant, still blissfully unaware as only a child can be of how wrong it was to run around a city centre covered in mud stains. He locked onto the first person that looked his way and said.
-â Excuses me, madame, have you seen Julie Mokemo? I need to ask her something important!â
-âSlow down young one, you canât speak to a lady like myself without introducing yourself first like a gentlemen.â
-âSorry, My nameâs Yaya and I lost something, and really need to find it. I think Julie might know where it is, can you please get her for me?â
-âOkay, well firstly my name is Genevieve and itâs a pleasure to meet you, even if you look like you just crawled out of a river. Secondly, if youâre referring to my bossâs daughter she obviously isnât here. This is no place for young ones.â
-âBut, I have to find the True Gold orâŠâ
-âTrue Gold?? What is that?â
-âItâs special gold that has magical powers, it reveals the truth of your heart.â Yaya heard his brotherâs voice in the back remark, âSo thatâs why you wanted to show it to that pretty thiefâ. Ignoring it he continued his pleas.
-âMadame, please help me find her, sheâll know where it is. The man across the road said that she might be here.â
-âCalm downâŠWhat I can do is ask Charlotte too come and see you, in fact weâre not that busy at the moment just go up the stairs into her office. Just donât get any dirt on the walls!â
-âOkay, thank youâ
As the answers to all his questions approached like a stranger in the dark, he hoped they lead him to the truth and thus the forgiveness he ultimately sought. As he ascended the slim creaky stairway, he remembered the door ladyâs words and kept himself as far from the walls as three-dimensional flesh and bones allowed. As he reached the first floor he saw Charlotteâs office door in front, and on either side the hallway extended further than his expectations of the buildingâs capacity. He was pleased to be getting closer to Julie, however loose of a thread that sentiment was. He tried to wipe his hands clean, but the mud has dried and without the softening caress of water would remain so. Giving that up he raised his hands to knock on the door, preparing in his mind what heâd say to Julieâs mother. Just at the moment a familiar voice calls out in a loud shrill from down the left hallway.
-âYannick!!, what are you doing here??â The boy turned to his left the see an anguished face appear from between a door left slightly a jar. âWhat are you doing??â The woman ran out grasping her soft lacy gown tightly, grabbed Yaya by the shoulders and shouted at him, â Why are you so filthy?? Do you know what time it is?? Why are you not at home?! I told my useless brother to watch you!â
-â MummyâŠdo you work here? Is this the restaurant? I couldnât tell, sorry but I came to find Julie.â
-âCharlotteâs daughter?? Why would she be here?? Why are you not at home? Start explaining yourself Yaya, or Iâm going to get very angry!â
-âIâm so sorry mummy but IâŠI accidently took your True Gold, I didnât mean to and then I think I lost itâŠâ His voice started to quiver like the soft vibrations in the air before a downpour, he used all his strength to hold it back.
-âAccidentally?? Did you take my wedding ring from my room Yaya, and now lose it?! Do you know how much itâs worth??â
-âI know itâs special, you always sayâŠIâm sorryâŠI will find it!â
-âHow will you find it out at night like this?! You canât even tie your own shoe laces.â
-âThatâs why Simon is helping me find it, he came with me, and even helped me dig for it.â The boyâs mother paused, taking several seconds to regain control of her emotions, then knelt down to eye level and with a deep empathy saying quietlyâ
-âYannick, are you seeing your brother again? I thought that had stopped?â
-âWhy does he have to stop? Heâs my brother heâs always with me mummy.â
-âItâs not goodâŠI know how much you loved him, he and your father were my world too…but we have to be strong and move onâŠtheyâre not here to help anymore, we can only rely on each other.â
-âButâŠI like him being hereâŠheâs the only person that plays with me anymoreâŠâ Yaya couldnât hold back the tears anymoreâŠany thought of letting the spirit of his brother go broke his small, fragile heart. Seeing the hands of despair begin to reach across her sonâs mud-patched face, she stopped her suggestions. Grabbing his hand passionately his mother stood up.
-âStop crying Yaya, weâre going to find my ring, âCâest du vrais Orâ so we canât just let it vanish, can we? Yaya looked up at his mother, his tears breaking a path through the dry earth on his face.