The monarchs had tried to call their Efik counterparts to no avail, the network had been seriously bad; they needed to inform them of their daughter’s return. Though they had looked worried and had assured their son that security would find the culprits, the king and queen had been slightly glad to hear the princess request to go home.
Guilt chewed at them for their actions but it had gotten the required result, except their son didn’t look any better, he looked worse at Nkoyo’s announcement. Even though they had agreed to take on their friend’s daughter and try to change her, they monarchs didn’t want kingdoms clashing and diplomatic relationships disintegrating because their son had fallen in love with an already engaged princess.
Ordinarily, it would have been a happy event that their son had more than a passing interest for a woman after the fall out with Trisha; not just any woman but a princess and a daughter of a friend. But Jesam mourned for him that the girl was unavailable and since the engagement was more of kingdom ties than matters of the heart, they needed to avoid bad blood with any of the kingdoms involved.
They had no idea what arrangements between the kingdoms preceded the engagement and Atam kingdom didn’t want to step on toes. So they did that which had to be done. They were sorry that Nkoyo seemed distraught and shaken from the ordeal, but she was going home, which was what mattered. As for the pain in their hearts for doing something less than royal, Liman and Jesam only had each other for consolation.
IT HAD BEEN AN emotionally tasking day. He had called the foreman at the mill to inform him that he wouldn’t be coming to work and he should supervise all things at the mill for the day.
Onen had insisted that the family doctor be called in even though Nkoyo had weakly assured them that she wasn’t injured, just shocked. He had only been a bit assuaged when the doctor had repeated what she’d said, though his heart seemed raw as to her determination to leave.
Through out the day he wondered why he suddenly didn’t want her to leave. With the way he’d been avoiding her for days, he should have been happy, ecstatic even that she would be gone from his environ; she would be gone and he would finally be able take a deep breath without worrying about her mouth watering scent enveloping the air around him.
He couldn’t believe that by this time the next day, the palace would be empty of her presence. With the way his heart galloped at the notion, he knew he would not fare any better after she’d gone.
But he couldn’t stop her either. She belonged to some other prince he hated at the moment even though he didn’t know him. He wanted to feel like some hero in the movies and claim Nkoyo for his own despite her ties, but he couldn’t do that. He was too responsible and conscious of diplomatic ties between kingdoms to take such a rash decision.
And he hated himself for it. Onen wanted to be rash and irresponsible and unaware of the importance of diplomatic ties behind a royal engagement between children from two powerful kingdoms; but he couldn’t. He was too versed in the intricacies of diplomatic relations not to know what such an engagement entailed.
A frustrated sigh escaped him, he struggled with his sense of duty and a longing to have Nkoyo and to hold. After the doctor had left, he had not returned to see her, he was afraid that when he saw her, he might not be able to let her go.
But he snorted derisively at his own thoughts, and after hiding out in his room the whole day, at a few minutes to twelve midnight, when he realized that no matter how he struggled with himself, he couldn’t stay away any longer, he stalked to her room.
Onen planned to have a casual, friendly conversation with Nkoyo and wish her a good life, not the married kind though and tell her that he wouldn’t be there to wish her farewell in the morning, so he was doing it now. But, alas, plans don’t always go as planned.
He had convinced himself that he could look at her without feeling like his world was ending because he’d finally been able to put a lid on his emotions and come to terms with harsh reality. But his heart felt like someone had used a board of nails to scratch on the delicate organ when he sighted her luggage in a corner, all packed and ready to move.
Nkoyo had been hurdled in the big bed, the AC was on full blast while she had the heavy duvet all the way up to her neck, watching a romantic movie. She had been expecting to see the queen at her door when she’d heard a knock, and Nkoyo had been ready to tell the woman to stop worrying, her guilt had been so obvious the whole day, but she’d been startled to see the very elusive prince Onen darkening her door…at such an hour.
She sat up and couldn’t help the breathlessness that assaulted her. She was also aware that her eyes which had always been coy were men were concerned, would right now be communicating her hope that Onen was finally there to tell her not to go, or to wish for more in their relationship. She had not ever considered the ridiculousness of long distant relationship, but with Onen, she was willing to try.
“I will not be there to wish you farewell tomorrow,” he announced and then went silent. In that moment, he looked like an uncertain boy who wanted to ask for something he really needed but was sure he couldn’t get.
“Onen,” Nkoyo whispered and her tone spelt longing and frustration. Why was love such a difficult thing? Some how, she sort of appreciated the early men, there wasn’t such things as integrity then, if you wanted someone, you took that someone.
He looked up when she’d called him, and in that unguarded moment, Nkoyo got what she’d been searching for; he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him, it showed clearly in his eyes but he hesitated. Nkoyo didn’t hesitate; she flew from the bed and rushed into his arms.
Onen had no choice but to catch her and when he did, his stumbling heart settled and a sigh rushed out of him as he inhaled her familiar scent. She was dressed as he’d seen her that first day and it was possible she had no stitch on under the cotton shirt, and the thought crumbled all his control.
She initiated the kiss but he took over control by pushing her towards the bed and climbing in after her, all with their lips still fused in the most passionate kiss both of them had ever experienced.
Kissing her and tasting her and having her do the same to him had started a fire deep in his stomach and the only way that fire could be quenched, if ever, was having all of her. It might never be enough but it would help when she was gone, it would be a memory he would cherish for all time.
Kneeling on the bed, his knees in between her legs, he gasped for breath, his eyes searching hers and seeing full agreement for a question he didn’t even realize he had asked. Their lips were mere breaths apart and as they gasped for air, their breaths mingled and the warmth of it on their skin served as an aphrodisiac for another heated kiss.
This time Onen tried and succeeded in slowing it down. He settled his whole bulk beside her, he grasped her face and made love to her mouth. At first he seemed satisfied to nibble, suck and lick her lower lips, but then he caused a moan from her when he finally delved his tongue into her mouth and proceeded to familiarize himself with the interior of her very sweet mouth.
It made her restless; the warmth of his loving had burned into a decimating flame that if not handled, was liable to explode. Nkoyo pinned her fevered body against his, she sighed as all his hard places aligned with all her soft places. They fit so well and she was in a hurry to feel his heated skin against her own.
Without warning, she snatched her mouth from Onen’s own and smiled when she saw the frown of protest on his brow. She reached for the hem of the cotton shirt and pulled it over her head, flinging it away from her. Because he had gasped and sat up, his eyes widening at the beauty before him, Nkoyo paused and allowed him to look his fill.
Though she was plus size with extra large everything, especially her bosom, she had never been self conscious about her body, she carried her weight well and instead of feeling low self esteemed, she intimidated with her body.
Right now though, she seduced with her body. While Onen breathed harshly and struggled out of his cloths, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and with a sultry look she caressed herself, her hand reaching for her peaked nipple and tweaking it to pebble hard.
“You’re a sorceress, Nk,” he growled as he pushed her to her back and wedged himself between her legs again. This time there were no cloths to censor the touching of parts; that he quickly grasped the weight of both breast and intermittently sucked on the nipples added more fire to that which had been building.
Nkoyo moaned, throwing her head back and her lips parted to expel air in her bid to gasp at the shooting arrows of hot pleasure engulfing her whole body, especially congregating at her core to form melting heat.
Using his teeth, he grazed on her nipples, he sucked, he chewed, he blew on it, all the while squeezing the great bulbs of pleasure. Perfect sensation flowed through her body and Nkoyo confirmed that there was a connection between her breasts and her core, because, when he handled them, licking the wholesome shape, she felt every tug at her center in between her thighs.
The continuous arching of her hips to get her melting core in contact with his hardened length finally got across his desire fogged mind. He left her breast and kissed his way down her soft stomach, irresistibly, his hand found its way back to her breast even while his face arrived at her slightly hairy mound and his tongue flicked out tentatively to taste her moistness.
Nkoyo’s gasp this time was a shocked shout when she felt his tongue dab lightly at her secret place. And her response turned his mind inside out, Onen left her breast and settled comfortably in between her legs and took another dab that made her jerk as though wishing to get away from him, but his arms had anchored around her thighs, so she couldn’t move.
His eyes met hers when she got to her elbows to look, “I’m so going to enjoy this,” he said with heated promise present in his eyes, he reached for and opened her folds to get inside. And when he did, it was an all tongue affair; he feasted in her woman’s cove, sucking up all the juices as the poured out, her gasps and cries prodding him on, while he valiantly tried to ignore his hard length, painfully burning the side of his thigh.
“Please,” she begged, the phrase becoming a chant and cries as her body was no more in her control; pleasure engulfed her but she wanted more, and he had more to offer.
“Of course, my love, I know what you want,” he said, gave a last swipe at her beautiful mound and then proceeded to protect her by covering his arousal with a condom.
He kissed her and went crazy because she went crazy at tasting herself on his tongue. And while this was going on, he thrust into her and separated from her mouth to gasp at the pleasure that surged through his body powerfully. She was so snug, he had to withdraw a few times and push in with more pressure to be completely buried to the hilt; the whole act grabbed his heart and made him cherish her more.
Her legs widened to accommodate the whole of him, she had not been with anyone for a very long time as sex had ceased to have any novelty for her. She had not had any urge in a pretty long while and it was better since that door seemed to have opened with Onen. He was big and she was snug and she loved it. She was mindless in ecstasy as he moved slowly, in and out of her, making sure that he didn’t hurt her and making sure that she could take all of him.
Nkoyo got impatient and thrashed in a bid to fasten his movement.
“Fuck! Don’t do that, Nk, I want this to last,” he growled while quickening his pace unconsciously.
“We have all night,” she gasped out, holding back just in time from saying “and the rest of our life”. She didn’t know what his plans were towards her but she was taking this moment and claiming it as one of her happiest. She wanted him to want her eternally as she was sure she wanted him. What would she do if he didn’t? The morose thought was instantly dissolved to nothing when his finger found a way to her clit, he flicked it expertly while pounding into her and her hips jerked up, arching and meeting his while she mewed her pleasure.
At her response, he began thrusting without the control that had held him back. Roughly, he pulled her right leg over to his over to his left shoulder and plunged deeper, enjoying her gasps and moans, and pushing in harder to get more.
“Yes,” she gasped as she felt the building tension in the pit of her stomach that had her stiffening and emitting a keening sound. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the amazing array of sensations that engulfed her body as she reached her peak. His eyes were steady on her face and her expression broke his rhythm and control.
Onen forgot about rhythm and pounded as the pleasure directed, he felt her tighten around his length and then gush over him again in a climax that invariably led to his own. It was long and loud and seemed to drain everything from him.
He kissed her hard, his hand shaking at the intense emotions between them. He pulled out and hurried to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a wet towel to clean her tenderly. Tears came to her eyes at his caring gesture and when he returned, he pulled her in his arms, kissed her and held her tight, like he never wanted to let go.
During the night, he had taken her again, slowly making love to her, whispering how beautiful she was and how perfect they fit together; but towards the end, he had lost control and his gasps were like groans, mingled with her cries of pleasure and they had reached the edge together. She couldn’t think of anything that would have been more perfect than falling asleep in each other’s arms, she coddled close and was happy when his arms tightened possessively around her.
But when Nkoyo had woken up in the early hours of the morning to prepare for her departure, or none thereof, because she had hoped they would talk in the morning and Onen would persuade her not to leave, he was gone.
Nkoyo didn’t know what to think, their love making had been amazing and she had hoped that giving into the temptation of their feelings would have changed his mind but it had failed. What had it been all for, a one night fling? She mulled the fact over in her mind, searching for a bit of anger towards him for what he’d done but she found none. As a painfully practical person, she was honest to herself that the more than one time passion they’d shared that night was better than nothing, she had wanted it too and she would hold it close to her heart for all time.
With tightened lips to keep from crying like a baby, she left the bed and searched the floor for the night shirt she had borrowed from Wofai’s wardrobe, she had intended to wash it before leaving but she couldn’t find it.
The aching sorrow in her heart didn’t give space for more reasoning. Her ingrained practical nature, didn’t allow her to romanticize that Onen could have picked the shirt to remember her by; that was just plain stupid. Why pick a shirt when he could have her? So, she shrugged and assumed that the queen must have lifted her ban against maids cleaning the room and one must have come in while she’d still been sleeping.
Her heart somersaulted anxiously; she hoped Onen had made good his escape before the maid had come in, if he didn’t want her, at least, she hoped he would be able to preserve his damned integrity.
She hadn’t thought the goodbyes would be emotional, seeing as she hadn’t been likeable when she’d arrived, but surprisingly, she’d sobbed on the queen’s shoulder and the woman had shed some tears too. And as promised, the one that was in possession of her heart wasn’t conspicuously absent.
INSIDE OUT continues
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