The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
SEASON 4: THE FATHER
We dedicate this Episode to our Sponsors who kindly paid our Web Hosting Fees for 2019
We are so Grateful to You. Thank you, and God bless you
Temi stood very close to Nneka, and then he took her hands and dragged them from her ears.
“You’re so sensible, Nek, and so kind, and so gentle and so patient,” he said gently and tenderly. “In my darkest hours, you were there for me, always taking care of me, giving me peace, making me see the other side of my fears. All the women I’ve met so far, I wanted to take to bed and make love to them. But you’re different. I want to see you happy, and I want you to live. Making love to you is not a priority, although you’re so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I’ve seen so far. So, I need you beside me, Nek.”
“Stop it!” she groaned, smashing her closed fists into his chest. “Stop it, Temi, I beg of you! I don’t want your world! I don’t want anything to do with you! Just let me be!”
“No, Nek,” he said gently. “I won’t ever leave you, never. Moshood understands. I’ll tell you this, the task I need to perform seems daunting, and I have very few genuine friends, Nek. What I have gone through up till now scares me. But you…you have also suffered, and you know the intricacies of life. I’m scared, but with a friend like you beside me, at least at the beginning, I can learn to put one foot in front of the other!”
“Stop it, Temi!” she said gutturally as she put her forehead on his chest and beat at his shoulders futilely with her closed fists. “Please, I beg of you, don’t make me do this.”
He slipped his arms around her as she shivered and wept softly.
“Can I make you do this, Nek?” he asked gently. “Can I make you leave this place against your will?”
She nodded several times.
“But don’t let me do this, please, I beg of you,” she murmured, her tears hot on his chest.
“I won’t leave without you,” he said tenderly. “You have to come with me!”
She pushed out of his arms and moved in an agitated manner to one corner of the room.
“I’m older than you!” she cried hoarsely. “You’re just young and inexperienced and easily influenced! Soon, you’ll meet beautiful young women, virgins, and you would wish you never set eyes on me!”
“I don’t need virgins,” he said gently.
“I’ve been raped over and over!” she wept bitterly as she sank to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees and looking at him with large, glittering eyes.
“There, right there!” he said, pointing at her.
“What, you sick bastard?” she asked, her eyes flashing.
“That’s the most beautiful picture I have ever seen,” he said, so softly and tenderly that her lips tightened, and even as her tears fell, she smiled sadly.
“Temi,” she whispered.
He walked to her side and held out his hand.
She looked into his eyes for a long time and saw the picture of only adoration and gentleness, and everything good a woman’s heart would ever want to see. She reached up and took his hand, and he drew her up gently.
“We leave tomorrow,” he said gently. “Back to the Haven.”
Nneka stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, and once again she put her forehead on his chest.
“In the morning I’ll have to go up the hill and tie some white cloth to the brushes, just as Commander Freeman asked me to do if I found you,” she said tremulously. “If you want me, you’ll have me, Temi.”
“I will let some people come here often and keep Moshood’s grave beautiful and clean,” he said gently.
She broke into tears and held him tighter.
“You will do that for me?” she asked tremulously.
“No, not for you, Nek,” he said gently. “For him. He’s a great man, a true Dayan warrior, for risking his life for you. One day, when I’m king, he will be exhumed, and buried in the royal palace, that I promise you.”
“Temi!” she whispered quaveringly. “You’ll just kill me, Temi! You’re making my heart explode in my small chest.”
“Ah, a fine chest indeed,” he whispered tenderly. “The finest I’ve ever seen.”
She lifted her beautiful face then, made even more beautiful by the great emotions tearing through her, and it was only natural when his lips descended slowly on hers for the first kiss she had ever willingly craved for. Her lips opened, and he tasted her salty lips, and it was sweeter than any honey he had ever tasted…so amazingly sweet that for a tap of time his heart almost stopped beating.
Nneka trembled, opening her lips to receive him, and he kissed her with passion. She whimpered with sudden desire, and her body trembled with a quiver of fear, but he was a gentle rolling of the waves that quelled her fears so that she barely knew what she was doing as she felt her body responding to his gentle fingers.
He lifted her gently and carried her to the bed, and then he put her down with almost reverential tenderness and slipped beside her. She turned to him immediately, and climbed on top of him, clamping her lips on his and gently pushing her tongue into his mouth, just like he had done to her, learning what came naturally, feeling the powerful sweetness of willingly giving herself away for the very first time in her life.
He moaned, and his body rippled with joy, and this pleased her very much.
“Temi, my prince,” she moaned gently as her body lost control, and her limbs became weak, and she felt a moistening of her nether parts.
“Nek, my love,” he groaned, and she trembled mightily and spread her thighs across each side of his body.
For a moment she felt his hardness against her thigh, and she was no longer afraid, but filled with so much desire that she wanted it badly. She reached down to guide him inside her wet and throbbing haven, but he suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled it up gently.
“What?” she whispered, shocked, pained and alarmed. “Temi! Do I disgust you?”
He put both hands on each side of her face and looked at her.
“Do you see disgust on my face, my darling?” he asked, his voice tortured. “Do you feel my erection? That’s not disgust, Nek, my love. That is desire and love, and a craving need.”
“Then why do you stop me?” she whispered against his lips. “I need you to make me a woman, my prince.”
“You don’t know just how much I need to make love to you, Nek,” he croaked, still trembling with desire. “But not here, and definitely not like this. This is Moshood’s bed. He couldn’t make love to you on this bed, in this house, and I can’t either. He’s a man whose memory I respect, Nek, my darling. When we get to the Haven, you’ll beg me to keep my hands off you.”
She reared up higher above him and looked at him with eyes shining with so much love that it made him smile happily.
“Do you know how many men have wanted to make me theirs?” she whispered quaveringly. “Men who’ll not give a damn, and would sleep with me even on my husband’s grave, like that beast!”
“I can imagine, my love,” he said tenderly.
“You’re different, Temi,” she whispered, and her tears fell down on his face and lips. “For this, showing this respect to my Moshood, and to me, and not allowing me in the heat of my new passion to dishonour the memory of my dear husband, I’ll follow you anywhere you go, for as long as you’ll have me.”
“You make my heart rhyme like thunder, Nneka, you little witch!”
And, for the first time in five years, Nneka Okez, the most beautiful widow alive, began to laugh again. It was a rich, sweet, beautiful sound that made Temi look at her with wonder, and with love, and she collapsed on top of him and kissed him long and earnestly.
“Tomorrow, we go back to the Haven, my beautiful, lovely Nneka,” he whispered.
“Yes, my handsome, precious, Prince Charming.”
“But first, you better stop killing me with this body on top of me,” he whispered as his body shook. “I may be honourable, but there’s a point where even I wouldn’t be able to control myself if you keep on doing what you’re doing, you witch!”
She giggled sweetly, lovingly, and finally slid off him and lay on her side. She drew him close, and when his mighty arm fell around her and held her close, Nneka Okez knew joy and safety she had never felt for a very long time.
“Why do you keep your waist and loins so far from me, my dearest prince?” she asked teasingly as she pushed her buttocks backward and firmly against his enraged and throbbing appendage.
“For a fact, you’re indeed a witch!” he murmured in a passion-drenched voice, and she laughed richly, held his hand and draped it across her breasts.
He began to laugh then, and a moment later she joined in.
“This is going to be the most difficult night for me,” he said hoarsely. “But the likes of you won’t let me dishonour my words.”
“Oh, Temi,” she whispered with a huge sigh. “Why do you make me feel this violent emotion? If it is love, then it has filled every inch of my heart.”
“Ah, but I wish it to cover every inch of your body, Nek, my love,” he whispered, and not long after she felt the fury behind her dwindling, and a moment later he fell into a deep, contented sleep.
Nneka pressed harder against him and pushed his hand firmer on her breasts.
It was such a beautiful place to be, and such a wonderful feeling to have, that she could give him this much pleasure, and this much peace.
It was very early in the morning, whilst Prince Temidayo still slept, that Nneka woke up and mounted her horse.
She rode up the hills and tied a huge white cloth to the brushes near the waterfall. She was extremely happy and buoyant when she stood back and surveyed it, and hoped that indeed Prosper Freeman would keep his word, and let a man check it out.
But she needed to go back to her prince before he woke up and worried about her.
She turned toward the horse, and then stifled a short scream when she saw a ghostly black figure hovering near the horse! It took her a moment later to realize that it was the indistinct figure of Jhon Moziz, the Grand Oracle of Dayo!
“You scared me, Grand Oracle!” she whispered, putting a hand to her heart.
“Your duty is done, widow!” came the unsteady voice of the oracle. “Now, let the prince of Dayo depart alone! Do not accompany him!”
Nneka felt a severe pain smashing through her heart! She gasped and almost fell on her knees.
“Oh, but why?” she whispered painfully as tears came to her eyes. “Why must you say such a thing? The prince wants me with him!”
“But you should refuse him!” Jhon Moziz said harshly. “Your place is not with him!”
“Please, don’t do this to me!” Nneka whimpered, shaking her head as tears flooded her eyes. “Not right now! I need to be with him, I beg of you, at least for a while! Letting him go will break my heart at this very moment!”
“Your place is not with him!” Jhon Moziz said harshly. “I see only pain for him in the future! I don’t know why, but being with him will eventually bring him pain and strife!”
“No, I don’t believe that!” Nneka cried painfully. “No, what we feel is beyond pain! I will not hurt him, and he will not hurt me!”
“No, you widow!” Jhon Moziz said, and his anger was so great that the ground shook as if with an earthquake tremor. “Your place is not with him!”
“Then whose place is it?” she asked painfully. “Is there another woman?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know, because it confused me!” Jhon Moziz said in a distressed voice. “I feel so weak, and I can’t see plainly. I see him sometimes with an earthling woman by his side, a woman named Neji Helen! Sometimes I see him with a woman name Rose Amaefule, and sometimes I see both of them…Neji Helen and Rose Amaefule! Oh, it is so maddening and confusing and I can’t make head or tail of it! Both of them are not befitting to be with him, I believe! But I don’t see you, woman! I only see you as a source of some pain for him! Please, I beseech you, don’t go with him!”
“I can’t!” Nneka shouted painfully. “Not now, not here! He needs me now, and I need him now! Later, if he should make a move for this Rose, or this Neji, then let it be so if the Creator so wishes it! But I can’t leave him simply because you see me as a source of his pain! I love him, and if he needs me, I’ll be for him!”
“Oh, you creatures with your stinking holes and your immoral contusions of body!” Jhon Moziz hissed furiously, and a blast of fire suddenly filled the air, causing Nneka to gasp and jump backward. “You do feel me with such vexation and fractious fury! If I had not been so weak I swear I would’ve cleaned your memories like I did that earthling! Do not go with my prince!”
“I can’t live without him now!” Nneka screamed. “When the right time comes, and he decides to be with this Neji Helen or Rose whatever, I will let him have his will. His wishes will always be my command. Right now, he wants me, and he will have me, and don’t you dare clean any of my memories of him!”
And then she jumped on her horse and rode away furiously as the earth trembled with the fury of Jhon Moziz!
The warrior jumped from his horse and almost knocked down the door of Prosper Freeman, pounding on it so violently that it drew the attention of other people mingling around.
The door was opened by a bewildered Prosper still in his night pyjamas.
“Are you mad, Emeka?” Prosper thundered, looking at the flushed and excited face of the warrior who was sweating and gasping.
“Forgive me, Commander!” Emeka said excitedly. “But, I checked the brushes this morning…it is there, sir! A white cloth tied to the brushes by the widow! It is there, sir, it is there!”
“Prince Temidayo lives, dear Creator, let it be so!” Prosper whispered, almost feeling dizzy, and then he went charging mightily out of the door toward the stables. “Get Mickey King! Get Walexman! We ride to the widow’s place!”
END OF SEASON 4: THE FATHER
SEASON 5: THE ONE
RUNS ON MONDAY, 25TH MARCH
SEE YOU ON THE DAYAN TRAIL SOON
THANKS FOR BEING WITH US[stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]
Join Our WhatsApp Family.