Thura enters with a pale face, stumbling over words.
-What happened, Thura?
-Sapphira, she is giving birth now, she is not going to have time to go to the hospital, she’s already dilated, I'm going to have to help her give birth. Allah! Tell me Bianca, tell me I can do this.
I sit down in bed and try to bring her the confidence she needs in a moment like this.
-If there's anyone in this house who can bring this baby into the world, that's you, Thurayya."
Antonia and Brenda come into my room, asking Thurayya,
-Are these moans coming from Sapphira?
Thura nods, opening the drawer of my nightstand and picking up scissors.
-Yes, the baby will be born now.
Antonia widens her eyes and shakes Thurayya.
-And what are you doing here, why are you not with her now?
Thura babbled in a strand of voice:
Taking courage, I was taking courage.
- Then I give you the courage, we go to the battle woman, the three of us have a birth to do.
I put on my slippers and put on my robe, hearing what Antonia said:
-The three of us, not four of us, that I'm not going to miss out on that one?
I scream for Nahan and he rushes into the room.
-What's this, woman, are you on fire somewhere?
-No, take care of the boys, I'll help with Saphira's delivery.
-Is she going to give birth, now?
I nod, closing the door.
-Yes, tell Jafar that his baby is being born.
Sapphira’s birth was difficult, Thurayya sterilized with alcohol the scissors, Antonia brought clean towels and Brenda entered the room with a basin of water. Sapphira moaned and cried in pain, shaking hands with Jafar, who was about to have a syncope.
-Like this love, stronger, it's not enough.
Sapphira turned her face to him, cursing him furiously:
-It's not enough, it’s not you who is being ripped like a pig. You’ll never touch me again, Jafar Abdul, I'll never go through this again.
Calm down, najmay, just a little bit more. (my star)
A few minutes later, Sapphira’s baby was born, Thurayya held her in her arms, wrapping her in a soft towel.
-It's a girl, Sapphira, congratulations dear, your little girl is beautiful.
Sapphira kissed her greasy forehead, and Jafar kissed Sapphira, thanking her for his blessing him with a daughter.
-Sapphira, I love you, thank you najmay, our little girl is beautiful, she's going to be Daddy's little princess.
I play with both of them, wiping Sapphira's sweat.
-Only for Daddy? no, she will be the whole family’s princess.
Sapphira held her daughter's little fingers, speaking to all of us:
-Thank you for helping me get this little girl out. She's my jewel, her name it's going to be Johara.
And so, our palace was once again filled with life: Jamal, Nasser, and little Johara.
Nahan after a few days had the room, that was of his daughter Amira, restored, painting it all in blue.
He donated his girl's clothes to a charity, the toys too, he just kept the pictures and a wooden horse that was her favourite toy. He bought new furniture and toys of all kinds, and next to the boys' bedroom, Jafar decorated an entire room in pink and yellow to welcome his princess.
The boys were born more than a month ago and my post-baby ends tonight, I don’t know if Nahan remembers this detail, but I sincerely remember, I remember, I'm filled with longing to make love to my man, crazy to have him in my arms, between my legs, kissing me in the way that only he knows how to do ... slowly, fast, strong or soft, every time is always perfect, just because it is both of us, because there is love and with love everything becomes more delicious, more beautiful, more exciting.
The boys sleep in their little room and until now no sign of Nahan to come to sleep, I look at the door opening and it appears like a ghost, the light of the corridor focuses on its white tunic, the fine fabric lets me see the manly forms of his body, I raise my eyes and he glares at me hungrily, closes the door and walks slowly towards me.
-It's as if I'm seeing you for the first time, so beautiful, lying on this bed, scared to see me. The pale, perfect skin seemed so soft, but I couldn’t touch it, I died that night because I couldn’t touch you. I was with my heart still so full of anger and pain, but when I saw you lying on this bed, it was as if everything seemed perfect, time stopped, there was no more pain, anger, fear, just you, beautiful, staring at me with those blue eyes that I love so much. I couldn’t resist, I fell in love with you, right here Bianca, exactly in this bed, as soon as I saw you for the first time. I know that kidnapping you was a shameful mistake, but I couldn’t have done anything more perfect in my life. Because since you came into my life, I knew I couldn’t let you escape. I will always be your captive king, trapped by your love, Allah! Merciful, bless me, for I never want to lose you...
I knelt on the bed and called him with my fingers.
Slowly, love, let me enjoy this moment. Since we are reliving our first time, could you tell me your name?
Nahan sat down on the bed beside me, his hand trailing gently from my feet to my calf.
-Nahan Zayn Asi Tarif, your servant.
-My servant, but aren’t you the king of this country?
Nahan smiled, moving her hand up my legs, between my thighs.
-Yes, but a king can also be a servant when he finds the owner of his heart.
His fingers probe the edge of my panties, plunging into the folds of my sex. I close my eyes and bite my lips, ah! How I miss those fingers, these hands, this whole body that makes me reach the stars.
-What is the meaning of your name, King Nahan?
I hung my hips for him to take off my panties, he spreads my thighs open and takes my panties to his face, smelling them with a face filled with desire.
-You promise not to laugh at me?
I took off the nightgown and he tore off his in a hurry, without his underwear, naked and splendidly erect.
-I promise, but only if you make love to me.
Nahan stroked my breasts as he lowered his warm mouth down my stomach, giving me a long lick on the vagina.
- Nahan means sweet as honey.
Nahan swept my pussy with his mouth, teasing, prodding me, sucking the swollen, sensitive button of my clit, so many, many times until it made me melt between his lips. After torturing me with one more overwhelming jolt, I guided his cock into me, encircling him with my legs.
- Ah! I love honey.
His mouth brushed mine, softly.
-I prefer halawi, my favourite sweet.
And we lose ourselves once more in each other's arms, as if it were the first time.
-My King, Nahan, my love.
-My queen, Bianca, my halawi for ever and ever.
“For being love, invade and END”
CHAPTER BONUS
QUEEN ANTÔNIA HASSAN
"... When will fall from me, the last veil"
Hell of a man, since this guy came into my life I never had any more quiet days. I was happy in Salvador, Brazil, I had my whole life right and what happens? This unbearable little fellow comes up at my door, with his soft, hoarse voice, playing in the middle of my living room.
- I am the Sheikh Hafiq Zafir Bin Al Hassan.
That was it! From then on, my life turned upside down, it shook my routine, he grabbed me by the legs, by my pus... Ah! Everyone understood what I meant, and after that day my days were never the same.
I know he is furious because I came to Bahrain hidden, but hell! I would change my name to good girl if I’d let my old man be accused of a crime he did not commit. Karim and I started on a war foot, worthy of a movie, but we gradually conquered each other, day after day, a friendship, a harmony, an admiration, that I have no choice but to defend it, with sticks and stones if it is, but I would not have let him get into such a mess.
Hafiq fro
m the moment he arrived, is barely talking to me, I know he's furious, when he looks like this, angry at me, the green of his eyes gets deeper, they look like two green coals, when I see him like this, I know that I am in trouble.
I sat down beside him and this time, it was me who tried to take his hand, but he got rid of my touch, pushing me away as if I had some contagious disease. Ah! You know what, I'm going to turn my back on this man now, who does he think he is to treat me with that indifference?
I get up and put my hands on my waist, fuck if I look like a gipsy, he's already getting me angry, I count to three and start rattling:
- Hafiq Hassan, what do you want more? I've already apologized for lying, I've already apologized, what do you want, that I crawl at your feet?
-You can start dancing for me.
To dance? Did he drink anything? Is he crazy? Right now, he was furious at me and now he asks me to dance for him?
Just a word comes to mind:
BIPOLAR...
He looks at me with narrowed eyes of desire and I understand right away, surely Hafiq is remembering our honeymoon in Egypt, where I danced for him and then made love, warmed by a bonfire.
I look at the musicians playing, for the bonfire and then for him, he nods and bites his lower lip.
Son of a pervert.
Hafiq reaches out and asks me in a hoarse voice, leaving me quickly with the damp panties.
- Dance for me, just for me, you and me, habibi.
I agree without words and he pulls me by the hand, running with me through the garden, ah! My God, my husband is completely insane.
We run close to an old swing, he sits and makes me stagnate as I approach.
-Take off your panties, Antonia, very slowly, now!
-But here, Hafiq, what if anyone sees us.
He denies, concluding:
-Everyone's at the party, and if anyone sees my wife fucking me, I scratch their eyes, now get your fucking panties off and come here, now!
I took off my panties slowly and he reached out, putting it in his pants pocket. He made a sign with his index finger to approach him, then lifted his hips, lowered his pants to the height of his thighs, and held the stick, hard as steel, rubbing it up and down, up and down.
I watched his movements without being able to look away, his mouth rapidly growing dry. Desperate to plunge his lips into my soft, warm, big flesh.
-You're going to dance on top of me, squeeze those soft hips, that round ass, crossed by my dick, do you want it habibi?
I nodded and he spoke louder:
-I didn’t hear Antonia, do you want me inside you?
I lifted my dress, uncovering my shaved pussy and stood in front of him, staring into those eyes that drove me crazy.
-I want it very much, here, oh! I pointed to the triangle between my thighs. - Inside me, deep and strong.
-So, sit here and dance, dance slow, habibi.
I squeezed my thighs and sat slowly on top of Hafiq, feeling him invading me, inch by inch, the walls of my cunt getting fuller and fuller.
- Like that love, very slowly, fidgeting your hips, can you hear the music?
I held my breasts, absurdly hard and my sensitive nipples and closed my eyes, listening to the sound of the guitar strumming a sweet and sensual melody. Our bodies swayed and the sound of this engaging song was magical. Hafiq dug his fingers into my hips and lifted and lowered them, lifted and lowered, back and forth, brushing the dick at a point on the walls of my cunt that I tucked my head back and got lost in the thrill of being possessed once more by my man, by my male, who takes me when and how he wants. Tears escaped my eyes without being able to contain myself, to contain the overwhelming, painful pleasure that it afflicted my body. It is so much love, it is so much pleasure, that it becomes pain. Our mouths meet and merge into one and we become a sea of mouths and tongues and saliva, without beginning and without end.
Hafiq groaned in my mouth.
- Habibi, I love you, my lioness, my soft female, always, forever, as long as I live, I will love you, Antonia.
I nail my nails on his shoulders and enjoy lost as a leaf in the wind, feeling my body launch into the dark night, like a trance, a nirvana, it's paradise, there's no way I could love more, it's so much love, I feel it overflows in passion, in desire, in joy.
-My love, ah! My hot male, my man, you are the love of my life, Hafiq.
We enjoy together and we continue merging, united to each other. After we pleasure each other, Hafiq packs us on the swing, his hands on my buttocks, I nestle on his chest and there is no more of a perfect place. The wide, strong and protective chest my husband has, the father of my children, the man that God blessed me to be his, his wife.
-Hafiq, do you forgive me?"
He brushes a strand of hair from my sweaty face and kisses my mouth without haste.
- I'm sorry, I was afraid something bad happened to you, if I’d lost you I would not know how to live, I don’t know how to live without you beside me, without your pots in my head, your kisses, your madness. I love you, just the way you are, Antonia.
- I love you the way you are too: bipolar, stressed, quarrelsome, stubborn, perverted.
He slapped me on the butt, teasing me.
- Pervert, is it? You have not seen anything yet, I'm just warming up, Mrs. Hassan.
Hafiq brushed his hips on mine and again he was as erect as steel.
- Hafiq? Again, my love?
He wrapped his hands in my hair, prodding me.
- Yeah, you tired? Today I am willing to do a challenge, better than three, you accept, my hottie?
I bit his full, soft lip, guiding him inside me once more.
-Yes, only if it is now, my love.
And we loved each other twice more, bathed in the starry night sky of Bahrain.
END
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