Spirit Ran Free
Chapter One / Page Four

His eyes saw that her flawless figure was tightly draped in a flimsy sheath dramatizing her exquisite beauty. His eyes stole from her pretty face with her tiny golden nose ring, and obscenely violated her virginal breasts that sinfully protruded against her damp sheath. His calm breath sucked in the stunning portrait of a young girl dollishly small with sculptured features, long silky black hair and velvet jet dark skin, all which glorified Lyakena with artistic perfection.

But so rudely Jaakeem turned his back against Lyakena.

"Why . . . why do you always turn away, my prince? Am I such an ugly girl to your eyes?"

"Lyakena is the most beautiful girl I have seen with my eyes. I shall never see anything more beautiful than Lyakena."

Lyakena was deeply touched. Great warriors never spoke such pretty words. She only hoped that she understood his words. "Then, I must become your wife. It is the vision that I always see. I am the one chosen to bear your great son. He will be blessed by the Gods as his father."

Angrily, Jaakeem swung around to face Lyakena. "I am an Allada warrior. A warrior will not listen to such woman talk. You are but a foolish little girl with foolish dreams. I have waited too long to make you my first wife. Now, my father has spoken for you. It is his great son that you must bear."

"No, it must not be so," Lyakena whispered. "It is you that I belong. We must go to your father and tell him."

Jaakeem wiped the tears from her cheeks and tenderly brushed his full mouth across her smooth face. "I would be the greatest warrior to win Lyakena in battle," he whispered. "But my father is my living god. I will be no less than my father's son. I must never look upon you, or ever touch you again."

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Forest Hairston