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PUSHING THROUGH THE MUDDY path, you step over the overgrown grass and flowers. Leaving water droplets that come from your long skirt. Your fingers pick up the skirt as mud catches on it, and your other hand finds the large mango tree, feeling the bark against your palm. The leaves sway with the wind and brush against your skin, leaving a kiss on your cheek.
Ants that crawl up and down the cracks of the tree make it back to the holes around the roots. Leaning your body against the tree, you take a seat on the ground, rubbing the soil and misplaced acorns around.
The sunlight peeks through the myriad trees, and a herd of cranes flies east while butterflies search for food. One lands on your shoulder, drinking the sweat before flapping away.
Footsteps to the left become louder as hands push the large grass out of the way. Turning your head to the noise, you smile. “Your Majesty.” A maid begins, a bit breathless. Their beige skirts are caked in mud as others look around. Some start picking mushrooms and low-hanging fruit and placing them in the woven baskets.
“Myra, what is it?” Your tone is welcoming and soft. Another maid stands beside Myra, holding a basket with a generous amount of fish. “The men have found a place to fish again,” she states. Asha shows the basket to you, pride beaming on your face.
Pushing herself up from the ground, you wipe your hands on your skirt, picking up your empty basket. Walking forward, the two follow behind as others continue to explore ingredients for natural remedies and food.
Leaving footprints as they walk, your fingers graze over the plants, touching some of the leaves. Turnips and other vegetables are ready to be harvested.
Turning your head back to them, you keep your steps steady. “I had a feeling that area would be good for them. Now look at us.” You gleamed, laughter escaping. Breathing in, your eyes shut, and the living goes quiet, hearing various waterfalls rush down to lakes. Opening your left hand and turning it slightly, orchids break through the soil, stretching up to reach your palm. Leaning to your thigh, you let go, resting your hand against your body.
Breathing out, the creaks of animals' resume, and the silence hides away.
The maids behind you watch in amazement, leaning forward to the orchids. “These creations begin with me, but do not continue with just me alone.” You start, turning your head back to them. You raise a brow, waiting patiently for them to come.
Myra and Asha listen, hurrying their steps. “The beauty of nature, unprecedented, is it not? The first-ever flower or tree can never be made the same without alterations. Their seeds drop, some captured as food, others to continue the journey.” Squatting down, you pick up macadamias that are all around. Placing them in your basket, standing straight, you proceed on your path. Following your original prints, the grass and dirt turn into one from the repeated footsteps over the years.
Your eyes focused on the mountains ahead of you, a few of which have concrete stairs that go up. Residents who live there are busy with trivial tasks.
The breeze picks up, prickling their skin as they move forward. Leaves whirl across the ground with the wind. The tree branches lean closer to you; some blossom flowers, and others sprout leaves.
A sigh exits your lips as you stand in front of the large concrete staircase. A statue of your great-grandmother carved on the left side of the mountain connects to the railing, with cracks increasing on it. To the right, another enormous statue had been carved into the mountain, the face of a puma, fangs elongated with eyes covered in spiderwebs.
Your flats shuffle against each step, taking short breaths from the change of altitude. Making it to the top, children run around the streets, passing vendors and shoppers, while laughter spills throughout the crowds.
Those who see you wave happily nod their heads and go back to their work. Making it over to an orange-painted cart with a variety of fruits on top, you swat your hand around from the flies that invade your space. The vendor who wears a straw hat rubs his nose, and a warm smile emerges.
Your hand picks up a pear, feeling its ripeness. Asha and Myra occupy themselves with other vendors around and small talk. Even in the shade, your skin heats up. Turning your head to the right, the chatter around you hushes while the beat of your heart goes faster. Placing the pear back on the cart, your fingers come off it, now resting against your thigh.
The wind moves from under your fingers and skirt, flowing in the direction of your illecebrous wife. Their eyes find each other through the busy space.
Ambessa eases her pace; the sun highlights the cool orange-red undertones of her skin. Even as her hand rests over her forehead to keep the sunlight from blinding her. Those golden-brown eyes twinkle at the very sight of you.
You smile as Ambessa passes people to get to you. Letting out a sigh, her fingers fidget with her silk yellow dress; her coils get in the way of her face. You step closer, gently pushing the coils away, and grazing her cheek with your knuckle.
“You look…” You step back, nodding and smiling still, your eyes glimmering with joy.
Regal is the correct word to describe Ambessa, even exquisite, and ethereal. Yet, with every dictionary that exists, there is not one that could truly capture the very essence of Ambessa.
She tilts her head, “I look what?” Her tone, weary. You laugh and shake your head. “You look absolutely stunning.” Your fingers move down to her arm, and she grins.
“With all the letters I’ve written to you, and I’m still speechless,” Ambessa whispers, missing the quick warmth from your hand on her cheek. Your heartbeat spikes because of her words, and you blink a few times.
“You’re something else.” You giggle, Ambessa giggles with you, then looks at the fruits. Picking up a few cherries, checking their ripeness. She grabs thin plastic bags, placing the fruit in one of them.
You begin picking up some oranges, apples, and a coconut, and place them in each thin plastic bag.
Ambessa and your hands in unison reach over to a pomegranate. Pausing, you glance up at her and smile. “Sorry.” You whisper. She smiles and shrugs, “It is all right,” Picking the fruit, she places it in a bag for you. “Is that all?” She mutters, you nod, her beauty taking your breath away repeatedly.
Ambessa takes your and her bags, handing them to the vendor. Watching him weigh the bags before giving her the price. Grabbing the silver coins from her basket, she hands them to him and grabs the bags. Placing hers in her basket, she then hands you, yours.
You look at her, mindlessly putting yours in your basket. Your heart is still beating a bit faster than normal, your hands are feeling a bit sweaty and now it seems as if the sun is not the only reason why you feel hot.
“I’ll see you soon.” She mutters, you nod, watching her turn away and leave. Her dress flows with her every movement as her hips sway side to side. You swallow hard, admiring the sculpted form of her body, the curve of her ass, and her back muscles.
Myra and Asha stand on both sides of you, “Must we get going, your majesty?” Asha questions, you nod, licking your bottom lip, and sigh. “Yes, yes.” You clear your throat and begin walking, trying to think of the many impending council meetings.
Yet, even in the midst of that, your mind runs back to the way sweat rolls down her skin. Every crevice of her muscles is ready to be licked up slowly by your tongue. The saltiness of her sweat is ready to be on your taste buds. As your eyes are only on her face and her plump and wet lips wide open, leaving melodious moans for you.
You were gone, your soul ached to be with her, to be beneath her, to worship her. Just as her soul yearned to do that to you and so much more.
Soon enough, you, Myra, and Asha reach your castle, and many housekeepers greet you. Myra continues to follow you to your bedroom, pushing the doors open for you. You step in, turn around, and smile at her. “Thank you,” you say sincerely, Myra nods and smiles, her eyes glancing up to the bathroom door that opens. Ambessa walks out naked, seeing Myra, she smiles and turns her head to the window.
Myra gulps and nods again, shutting the doors and turning, feeling her cheek become hot from embarrassment.
You sigh, resting your head against the door. “You’ve made me wait.” Your ears perk up at her tone, now turning to see her. Your heart stops at her freshly washed body. Her abs flexed a bit more with her happy trail connected to her bush.
Her elbow leaned on the counter of your dresser drawer, her fingers picking up the washed cherries that were in her basket. Placing it on her mouth, she chews on it, the juices cover her lips, dripping down to her chin.
Her dark brown nipples were hard from the coldness of your room. Her stomach turned from the sight of you as her pussy ached to feel your clit against hers.
You walk over to her, only to stop as she moves over to your bed. Crawling on it, she then sits in the middle of it. Her head rests on your headboard, crossing her legs together.
You swallow harder, much harder than you wanted to. Placing your basket beside hers, you reach to the edge of your bed, hands at the hem of your skirt. “Ah.” She lets out, you stop, looking at her. Your brows furrow, wondering what’s wrong. “Place a cherry in your mouth, don’t bite it.” She commands, you listen. Walking back to the basket, you pick up one of her cherries, placing it in your mouth.
Moving back to the edge of your bed, Ambesa widens her legs for you, her cunt exposed to you. Her clit is hard, ready to be sucked, the plumpness of her lips, her pussy is ready to be kissed by you. Not just by your mouth but by your clit too, to have your taste on hers, your arousal mixing with hers.
“Now come to me.” She whispers, You get on your bed, crawling up to her, keeping your eyes on hers. Getting between her legs, your hands rest on the sides of her waist. Ambessa hums, resting her index under your chin. “Open, sweetheart.” She rasps.
When you open your mouth, your saliva drips out of you, some hitting your bed, some hitting your chin, and her finger. The cherry stays between your front teeth, Ambesa gets closer to you, her lips grazing yours. “Chew.” She commands again, you begin chewing, Ambessa’s hands move down to your clothed nipples, rubbing both of them at the same time. Seeing your body twitch a little for her.
You swallow the cherry and look at her. Ambessa nods, you tilt your head, your lips ghosting against hers before tasting them. Her left hand moves down to your waist, turning your body to lie on your back. You widen your legs for her, she gets closer, as you push your tongue in her mouth. Her teeth grazed it before twirling hers with it. The plumpness of her lips devours you, her nipples brushing against yours, your hand on your waist moves down to your ass as she cups it, moaning in your mouth with you.
You moan a bit louder, feeling her body grind against yours, her stomach brushing with yours. You shiver, feeling her hand pull your skirt and underwear down a bit. “Push up.” She whispers against your lips.
Listening, you feel Ambessa take your skirt and underwear off with one hand, hearing it be tossed somewhere in your room as her lips never leave yours. Your hand moves to her cheek, your thumb rubs it in circles.
Whimpers come out of your mouth as her lips drag down to your neck. Her mouth opens a little as she kisses a spot close to your ear, sucking down on your sensitive skin. Her teeth grazed against it, lightly biting it, not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you lean your head back, giving her just the right access to keep sucking better.
“I’ve missed you.” You let out, and Ambessa pulls back, sitting on her knees. She looks at you, seeing the splotch slowly appear. “So have I.” She lets out, looking down at your shirt. “So have I.” She repeats, moving her hands down to your shirt, hiking it up.
She kisses your stomach, then down to your bush, her breath tickles your clitoris. Making you giggle, her eyes flicker up to you.
You hum, widening your legs a bit more for her. Leaning her head down to your clit, she begins kissing it slowly, her tongue comes out, laying flatly on your wet folds. Licking upwards, you shiver, bucking your hips up. Her hands move to your asscheeks, gripping them.
Sucking your folds, your arousal attaches to her lips and tongue, your pussy feeling so sensitive already. You whimper, “shit- oh.” You let out breathless, she closes her eyes, her tongue and lips sucking your clit and folds. Swirling her tongue in between your folds, you moan, your hand grips her shoulder as your fingers press deeper in her skin. She moans with you, making your pussy vibrate.
A slick line of drool comes out from her mouth, rolling down to your glistening pussy and ass.
Your lashes flutter, whimpering as you try to keep your legs open for her.
“Take my tongue baby.” She whispers, keeping her jaw open, inserting her tongue in between your folds, pushing in and out. You moan and ride her mouth, the tightness in your hip muscles grows. You whine, moving your hand to your boob, holding it.
“Fuck- mmh so wet for you!” You let out, squeezing your legs against her face now. Ambessa chuckles, not stopping.
Lightly biting the nub of your clit, you groan and open your legs again for her, knowing better. Her tongue dives in and out of your soaked pussy again and again. Tasting your slick walls, each thrust and suck makes you moan.
Your arousal and her saliva all over her nose, chin, and cheeks as for your thighs. You hiss as she pulls back, blowing on your cunt. You continue to look at her, Ambessa’s eyes now on you. “Need you.” You whisper, nodding.
“I know.” She whispers, much before she covers her mouth on your clit, you moan. Her tongue rolls over it repeatedly, kissing down your pretty pussy, feeling it pulsate each time she does. Her cunt pulsates right after, missing your cunt, needing your cum to drip down with hers.
She stops and sighs, becoming restless. Your brows crease, feeling annoyed that she stopped. She sits on her knees now, nudging her head up once. “Take your shirt off.” She waits, you move your hands to it, taking it off and tossing it to the floor.
Seeing your breasts drop down, she picks them up, kissing around your nipples. Starting with the right, she spits on it before moving to the left and doing the same. The breeze hit against your cunt and wet nipples now. Needing her more than ever, needing her warmth.
She drags you down on the bed, opening your legs further. Placing a pillow behind the curve of your back and ass for support. You move your pillows down to your head and neck, feeling more comfortable.
Getting on top of you, she places her right leg against your stomach as her knee brushes between your boobs. As her left leg stays underneath your right, her soaked cunt makes contact with yours. You both moan loudly, a sigh leaving your lips as she places her hand on the back of your thigh for support.
“Look at that.” She says breathlessly, immediately rolling her hips against yours, your cunt sucking hers as your clits touch slightly. “My baby’s pussy just taking it, huh sweetheart?" She groans, her right hand moves to your clit, rubbing it in circles before moving it to your left nipple.
You moan and nod, grinding in circles with her, legs feeling so weak already. “I’m taking it, fuck!” You let out, feeling your toes curl, and you lean your head back as you hear her chuckle.
“So good for me baby, take my pussy just like that. I got you.” She lets out, sweat rolls down to her abs moving to her happy trail a little. Your pussy keeps sucking hers, your body shudders from her rubbing your nipple, and she rolls her pussy around yours. Your arousal attaches with hers, some mixed with your and her sweat.
“Your pussy feels so good.” You moan out, sighing happily. She smiles and hums, and the pit in your stomach grows as your legs continue to tremble. Your pussy gushes with hers, your walls tighten as you feel absolutely helpless for her. She moans and whimpers, riding you a little harder now.
“That’s it, angel, that’s it, use me up.” She says breathlessly, you move your hand up to her left nipple, rubbing it in circles before pinching it. Moaning with her louder as her grind jitters from your touch.
“Ambessa I’m close!” You whine out, she listens, leaning forward a little, keeping her tempo. You moan, letting your hand drop to the bed as your left hand moves to her ass, smacking it repeatedly. You both moan and sigh, “fuck, that’s it.” You groan, grinding up more. Your clit feels deeply sensitive like hers.
“That’s it, fuck, right there, right there.” She lets out, moaning and whimpering for you. “Ouu shit baby.” Your hand fingers dig in her skin again, smacking her ass again, feeling her legs and cunt twitch. Knowing she was close to cumming just like you.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, keep going.” You encourage, her pussy squelches from your words, the sounds of your arousal splashing with hers made you groan. She sighs, not being able to say much as her cum drips down your pussy already. You look up at her and nod as she keeps rolling her cunt around your slick pussy.
"Yes, yes! Oh fuck yes.” You slur out. “Cumming!” You yell watching Ambessa throw her head back as she reaches her orgasm.
Making it her last thrust against your cunt, she slams her dripping cunt against yours, your pelvis touching hers as her folds kiss yours. Her pussy throbs as your pulse out cum, The feeling of your cum mixing with hers, makes Ambessa shiver and spill out more. Your back stays arched as she milks every bit of you.
The two of you go quiet, tiredness hitting you both strongly. Ambessa moves off you just a bit, her eyes focused on your dripping cunt. “So beautiful.” She whispers. You smile, breathing hard. “Same for you.” You mutter, she picks your hand up, and kisses your palm.
“You lie down, I’ll make a bath for us.” You inform her. She nods and yawns a little, lying her body beside you. You turn your head to her and kiss her cheek.
“I love you.” You whisper against her ear before kissing it. Her hand moves underneath you, pulling you closer to her. “I love you.” She replies, not caring about the bath right now, just needing your warmth again.