The Legend Of Dayo…
THE LEGEND OF DAYO
The land was filled with trees and plants, looking like a great garden that had been incredibly beautiful a long time ago.
But everything was dead now!
The trees had shirked all their leaves and branches, and stood alone, dead and bare like permanently frozen soldiers! The creeping plants and shrubbery had become black and dead. Decayed debris was everywhere on the land. The ground was so dry that it had gaping cracks in it.
The leaves rustled alarmingly as Temi and Rose moved along, a grim confirmation that there was absolutely no life in The Desolates. The fruits on the ground were dry and hollowed out.
To make it worst, the sky here was a dismal purple, and the air was stale and barely breathable so that just a couple of minutes inside The Desolates, the newly-weds began to gasp for breath as horrible dryness attacked their throats!
“We need to hurry, my love!” Temi gasped and coughed from a hoarse throat. He could make out the little hill ahead of him, and he began to run, making sure Rose was in front of him to protect her.
They climbed the hill quickly, and Rose looked down, and saw the little white house at the foot of the hill.
And there, on top of the hill, growing alone, was the Dead Olive…finally.
“Go to the house!” Temi said, his voice now a croak.
Rose could not speak because she could barely breathe, but she shook her head, indicating she was waiting for him. Temi took one of the Swords of Destiny, bent and sank it into the hard earth, and then he uprooted the Dead Olive with a part of dry soil. He dropped the sword and as it curled upward into its scabbard, Temi cupped the plant with both hands, and began to run.
Their lungs burned and soon they began seeing white flashes as they gasped for air!
Rose’s legs almost collapsed under her but Temi held her waist and lunged at the door of the house. It opened outward and they struggled inside. He kicked the door shut as they fell on the floor of the room.
Thankfully, they could breathe in here, and they gasped out great lungfuls of air as they coughed badly.
After a while, when his breathing eased a little, Temi looked around him.
There were only two objects in the room: a clear vase half-filled with water, and a huge bed made with clean white sheets!
Rose got to her feet with an effort and moved to the vase. She pulled it close to Temi’s hand, and he got to his knees and slowly dropped the dead Olive inside it.
It sank into the vase, the dried soil turning the water brown for a moment, and then it began to settle slowly.
They looked at each other then.
And the desire was sudden and unbidden.
It dawned on them that they had accomplished what needed to be done, and with that realization came the sudden awareness that they were married, and there was a bed, and they craved each other!
“Temi,” she whispered, her eyes soft, her heart on her face. “I can’t believe you’re my husband…I still think I’m dreaming.”
He smiled at her, and it was the smile of a boy, not the terrible burning warrior he had been barely an hour ago. This boy, her king in life, the king of her heart, and it struck her how hard life had treated him.
“You’re my queen, Roselyn, you…and only you, for as long as my heart beats, because this heart beats your name, and your essence…for eternity,” he said gently.
“For eternity, my love,” she whispers with tears in her eyes. “You have been through what no man should ever go through. And I wish – and how I wish it – that there is a word stronger than love, an act more powerful than my body around yours, to show you just how much I love you!”
And with a desperate cry Rose moved, and he met her, and as their lips met again in a savage, hungry kiss, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed, a proper bed, the first they had had in a very long time!
They kissed in frenzy as their hands moved with hunger, helping each other out of their clothes, and then suddenly the urgency ceased.
They took delight in the wonders of their bodies. She explored him, loving and unashamedly, and he discovered her in a gentle, wondrous delightful way.
She took off his clothes, and her hands roamed over him, gently rolling into his flesh, kneading him where her mind told her to, reveling in the joys of touching a man, a real man, as only a woman could, for the first time. And when she saw how ready he was, with a faint glint on his tip, she sighed, faint with desire, and took him fully in her hand.
She caressed it, that thing she knew they all had, that thing many men had chased her with, and she had always been repulsed. Now she understood why she had never really been interested in making love with any other man, why a kind of revulsion had lain deep within her at the prospect of doing this with another man.
It had all been from the Creator, to preserve her just for this moment. Now she was all melted up, all oozing up, her limbs filled with a throbbing, demanding urge that made it difficult to breathe.
She sidled up to him and put her lips on his, receiving him and exploring tenderly with her own tongue, and even though the tears fell, she barely felt them because her heart was singing in a way that made the moment almost divine.
And he undressed her gently, sweetly, reveling in the beauty of her skin, the amazing sculptured planes of her beauty. Ripples shook her as he touched her gently, his lips moving from her tender ones to her neck, kissing her deeply on the throat, the sides of her neck, the lobes of her ears, behind her ears.
She moaned and flowed around him, gasping as he delighted one excited nipple to the other, trembling as his tongue blazed down her belly, lingered on her navel, and crept lower until she bucked and almost fell off the bed when he claimed her nether lips gently.
Waves and waves of pleasure buffeted her body as he traced a loving part on her intimate core, filling her with uncontrollable desire such that her silky thighs closed rather tightly around his head as she squealed suddenly, unable to hold on any longer, bucking her first storm into his face as her head rolled back on a lovely neck now filled with tendons as her pleasure ripped out of her in a long wail.
His hand and lips moved across her silky skin as he moved up her body, lingeringly, sweetly on her excited zones, places his first pass had discovered as erogenous for her. This was not the deliberate seduction techniques that Shemen Persis had taught him; this was the adoring touch of a man in love. She melted under his touches and pulled him up desperately as her explosive trembles began to quieten down, eager to see him as pleased as he had just pleased her.
Her body tingled in the agony of craving, and opened up in the expectation of giving and receiving.
“Temi!” she whispered with tears of pleasure in her eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, please! Do it…let me feel you united with me, heart to heart, soul to soul…make us one!”
“We’re one, my Rosebud,” he whispered tenderly, feeling a desire he had not felt before, a craving that blew his mind and stretched his turgid flesh, and her body tingled with the sweetness of his hardness folding around her. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him violently as she draped a lovely, silky thigh across his hips, her hand diving low and getting hold of that royal appendage and rubbing it gently, sweetly across her warm, wet entrance.
She was lost in bliss as he came on top of her.
Rose felt that sharp pain, and for a moment felt him filling her up, gently and sweetly, and just as she thought it might be too much for her, that royal thing – moulded different because he was a Dayan royal – took form within her and touched every nerve end in her body, making her gasp and open her eyes in blissful, tortured joy, causing her to buck under him fiercely, unable to stand the powerfully sweet volcanic eruptions that touched every single sweet nerve in her body.
Her thighs spread wider and then she wrapped her strong legs around him as he kissed her deeply and moved in rhythm with her heartbeats.
Time stood still, and became of no essence.
Their souls thrashed and sought, gave and received, fought in passion of giving, and surrendered in the joys of receiving.
It was magical, ethereal, filled with the mystique of a special brand of bonding made possible only because their souls were fused for each other from infancy.
Rose cried and moaned, holding on tightly as she felt a more powerful edition of the eruption she had had building, something violent, something sweet, something new…something indescribably….sweeeeeeeeeeet!
She screamed as she exploded in frenzy at the summit, her descent so powerful that it pulled him along, milking the essence out of him in a way he had hitherto not felt before as they both screamed out their pleasures at the penultimate trough, and then they hit that particular crazy wave together, the wave that got hold of them and tossed them, hurled them and ripped out the very last vestige of desire their bodies were capable of giving, such that they held on to each other and clung in a fused abandon as they fell from the very height of the sweetest plane two bodies could ever achieve!
The bed rocked wildly with their screams and violent uncontrolled mutual love-lust, and then it came down hard with a jarring motion that seemed to knock the breath out of them!
And Rose began to weep even as she gasped for breath, and even as he made to move, she wrapped her legs and arms around him and held him fast!
Temi held her tightly with his face buried in her breasts.
He had known the pleasures of the flesh, and had reached the height of ultimate enjoyment with Nneka Okez…
But what had just happened to him was beyond his understanding, and quite unlike anything he had ever experienced before! It was as if their bodies were meant to fuse this way, to understand this way…to live in this great unity.
“Oh, Rosebud, my love, I love you so!” he whispered.
She smiled with her eyes closed, trying to stop her tears of joy, breathing hard, and full of a happiness that wanted to shatter her heart.
They held each other as sweet sleep stole over them. They both wanted to cling on, to stay awake and stoke more fiery fires, but they could not keep their eyes open, and soon they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Almost an hour later both of them came awake suddenly as the bed seemed to jar, disturbing their beautiful sleep.
Suddenly craving for more, Rose turned him on his back gently, got on top of him, and opened her eyes to kiss him…
But she found that the room was filled with luxurious and beautiful colours, and she looked up suddenly, a little bit alarmed, and then she gasped at what she saw!
All around her were wonderful fishes swimming majestically in that most wonderful of all aquariums!
They were in the Aquarium Room inside the Western Wing of the Palace of Dayo!
Her favourite room!
They had returned!
They were back in Dayo, in their favourite room, unbelievably!
“My King!” Rose whispered quaveringly, her voice filled with wonder. “What a way to travel home! If this is the way home I swear I’ll go back to the White Lands a thousand times with you.”
Temi, face filled with wonder, threw back his head and laughed gently, reaching over to her sweet lips.
“It would be like this, Rosebud, forever, till we both draw breath.”
He kissed her sweetly, lingeringly, and then he suddenly lifted his head with alarm as it hit him fiercely.
“Oh, my goodness!” Temi gasped with despair as he sat up slowly and looked around desperately. “The Dead Olive!”
And then they both looked over the edge of the bed desperately!
But there was no need for alarm.
First, they saw his wonderful crown resting on a beautiful velvet pillow on the floor. Beside it was the long vase with the Dead Olive in it.
But it was not dead anymore, no!
It was now rich and luxuriously green…it was alive!
Its branches and leaves had become new and full, filled with life…and filled with the spirit of Dayo.
They looked at each other in wonder, and slowly they reached for each other again.
This time, they took their time to make love, and both of them cried at the pleasure that was theirs, and would be theirs, for years to come!
Because, as a result of. Because of Dayo. As a result of Dayo. But it is Dayo. And so it is Dayo. Because, as a result of. Because of Dayo. As a result of Dayo. But it is Dayo. And so it is Dayo.
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