The Halo Breed…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE HALO BREED

SEASON 5

HELL IN HADES

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Sena Kukah opened the great doors of the sleeping chambers and surveyed the ante room with calm eyes.

Taller than all, muscled, ripped, wonderfully hairy and incredibly handsome with the ring of fire burning lightly in his irises, he cut an incredible figure as he stood in the doorway in his loose slacks.

In the ante room were the ladies. Old Mavis Tease was dozing in a huge settee, and sitting on a high-backed chair by her side was Sarai, braiding the hair of Dawn, her daughter.

Around the large, round table were Grace Klubi and Kharisa Nyantie. They were eating apples from a bowl on the table.

 

“I could not sleep,” Sena said calmly as he looked over at Grace and Kharisa. “Who will share my bed and dispel the cold gloom of the night? I do crave the tenderness of thighs and the sweetness of breasts.  Grace of the Skits, would you do that? Kharisa, dark pearl, would you care to?”

Grace and Kharisa looked at each other and both of them chuckled.

“Does that thing between your legs know no decorum?” Kharisa asked calmly. “We are not harlots, dear Sena, and certainly I am not aware that the two of us have been added to your harem, to draw out as and when your third leg stiffens! Ah, what effrontery!”

 

“I am appalled by your apparent disrespect for the sanctity of our maiden hoods, dearest prince,” Grace said coldly. “Is that how you see us? A pair of tender thighs and sweet breasts available to be drawn to warm your bed as the vagaries of the weather dictate, and as the hunger of your royal lance calls? Have you no honour, dearest prince?”

“And yet you refuse to marry me,” Sena said with a look of confusion on his face. “You confound me with your stubbornness, girls!”

Grace raised her eyebrows and looked at him like a parent appraising a petulant and recalcitrant child.

 

“You have a choice, Prince Sena, Saviour of Densua,” she said calmly. “You can choose to marry one of us and have your bed warmed each night.”

“Kharisa, do you love me?” Sena asked.

The beautiful dark-skinned girl stopped giggling and looked at him with sudden soft eyes.

“I do love you, Sena,” she said calmly.

 

The handsome prince looked at the fair-skinned girl.

“And you, Grace of the Skits?”

She bit into an apple and nodded her head.

“I fell strongly in love with you, Sena, and will go through Hades and back for you.”

 

“Ah, this is madness to a degree, I say!” the young man said and threw up his arms. “As I do love you both, one of a lighter skin, the other of a darker skin. Perhaps, the good Spirits willed it so!”

“I’m not sharing my man with any other woman!” Kharisa said tightly.

“As do I,” Grace put in instantly. “I will have you to myself alone, Sena, or not at all.”

“Madness to a fault!” Sena said, exasperated. “What vile calamitous divination sought to curse my life with two witches? You two are sitting there eating fruits from a bowl. You do like each other, don’t you?”

Kharisa held out the little finger of her right hand towards Grace, who linked her right little finger through.

“Best friends, as it is, dearest prince,” Kharisa said. “But, alas, we do not want the jealous pangs of being rivals to come and mar our friendship. You’re not going to have it your way, dearest prince.”

 

Sarai and Dawn laughed, disturbing Mavis Tease and causing the grand, noble lady to sit up tiredly and yawn.

“Were I not your sister, I would have gladly warmed your bed,” Dawn said with a laugh.

“Alas, I knew your father and loved him sore,” Sarai said, her laughter tinkling out. “And, for a fact, you’re a tad too young for me.”

Sena’s face clouded and he looked at Mavis Tease.

“Perhaps, the beautiful lady will come to my bed and keep me company?” he asked.

All the women began to speak at once.

 

“You have no shame!” Kharisa shouted.

“We’re surely going to have a king who thinks with the stiffness between his legs!” Grace shouted, agitated.

“Shame on you, my son!” Sarai said. “Do you want to break the poor old woman?”

“Leave him alone!” Dawn shouted. “Perhaps, Madam Tease will show him a thing or two! See how you two girls are bluffing a randy, horny breed who just wants the warmth of thighs and the delights of soft breasts! Mother Mavis after possess a hole and breasts and back mounds, doesn’t she? Surely, as a dying man in a desert shall devour sandy water, my brother can have a woman for a night whether she is old or tender of age!”

 

Mavis Tease, for her part, looked at Sena without speaking, then stood up and walked out of the room with a scorching look at the young, handsome man.

Sena, so rebuffed, threw his hands in the air and went back into his royal chambers, banging the door behind him as he heard the derisive laughter of the women behind him.

He tore off the slacks and, naked, threw himself on the bed. He pulled two soft pillows under his head, and a moment later he fell into a troubled sleep.

 

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