Bowlegged with a Small Waist

He stayed longer than he should have. It occurred to him that any day now mercs would probably show up to catch him but so far none had appeared. All his days and a few of his nights were filled with watching Alohilani. Every so often he’d take her against the massive trunk of a tree on her way back to town from the watering hole. He would even sneak into her bedroom at night and fill her pussy with every inch of him until she woke up cumming. In return, she would leave offerings of cane liquor, sweets, vegetables and cooked meats at the pool where they met. She never denied him entrance to her body and she always allowed him to spill his seed inside her.

He often contemplated this relationship he had with her. It felt strangely comfortable though in the back of his mind he knew there had to be some catch. It was in their nature for the native womenm here to be subservient but he was not her husband, he wasn’t even her boyfriend. He often wondered why no man had claimed her as his own. She was beautiful, shapely, and even though there was a slight language barrier between them he knew that she was intelligent. She was the pick of the town, why was there no man in her life?

He vowed to find out.

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He stalked her that night.

It wasn’t necessarily hard since she never paid much attention to her surroundings but he made an effort not to be seen by her or the people she encountered. It was oddly energetic that night in Tomalu. Usually by now the locals were in their beds asleep or lounging on their makeshift porches. Tonight; however, it was just as dark but bustling with an odd energy. It was like a festival but there was none of the usual jovial happiness. There were just crowds of people heading for the marketplace and darting in and out of huts and houses. He watched all of this from the darkness of the rooftops. It was difficult to travel on the roofs since most were made from the local plant life but they were suprisingly sturdy enough to hold his weight.

Eventually he found her in the poorer parts of town. At first he wasn’t sure if it was her but she was practically emanating her flowery smell. His nostrils were filled with the perfume of hibiscus. Tonight she wore a deep red outfit very similar to what she wore when they first met. The only difference was the chime of a gold chain of small bells she tied around her waist and a translucent veil she used to cover her body. The only parts that were naked to the eyes were her hands adorned with gold bangles and her brown feet peeking out beneath her skirts. As she walked through the streets it was the first time he noticed the difference between her and the natives in Tomalu.

She was the only one to wear an outfit of all the same color, wear a veil, the belt of golden bells, and the only one to not wear shoes. As she walked people stopped to bow deeply to her while some even prostrated at her feet. In crowded alleyways they parted to allow her through. It was odd that she seemed so revered, so respected, but her little hut that she lived in was at the edge of town, the bottom of their hierarchal society.

Alohilani entered several houses. At each one she held an old or sickly person by the hand, said some words in their language, made a distinct vermilion mark with some powder provided by the household on their foreheads and left. After she’d leave they’d sprinkle that same powder in a line at the foot of their doorstep and shut the door. He followed her as she visited each house until she came to the market place where most of Tomalu had gathered.

Every single person, man, woman, and child got on their knees and bowed deeply as she passed. In the middle of the market there was a small soapbox for her to stand on and little pouch slouched casually beside it. She stood on the box above everyone in town and said a few words in their language. At different points in time the crowd would repeat after her, sit up, and then bow again. Some bowed so hard he heard the crack of their foreheads hitting the jungle floor. Once she seemed to be finished, she picked up the pouch and walked around the crowd, blowing a golden dust over them. When she seemed satisfied, or perhaps tired, she moved through the bowing locals and out of the marketplace.

She was of some kind of importance here…some kind of authority. He had to know more.

She hurriedly returned to her hut at the edge of town and he followed her to the door. She snatched her veil off her head and entered her home in a huff, slamming the door behind her. He found his entrance through the usual open window.

Removing his goggles, he watched her in the darkness. She pulled off her jewelry and placed them in an earthenware bowl on a hand carved table. After draping her veil over the edge of her bed she flopped down onto the mattress, obviously exhausted. Her back was to him and the curves of her body looked perfect in his night vision. Setting aside his goggles on the windowsill he approached her silently. He ran his calloused fingertips over the soft flesh of her calf and smirked when she jumped at his touch.

“Ryddeck!?”

She couldn’t see him in the darkness. He continued to run his hand up her leg and felt her tense muscles relax. She recognized his hands, his touch on her body.

“You’re out late. Usually you’re dozing off as soon as the sun goes down.”

She looked in the direction of his voice.

“I had…thing to do.”

“Like go in people’s houses and lay hands on the sick and old?”

“They are dying…they need my help.”

There was a short moment of silence as she lay back.

“What are you to them? A God?”

“Not God.” She grinned sleepily. “God’s wife. I born under good sky…Alohilani in your language mean ‘Bright Sky’ so I was pledged to Sky Fire God. I am his wife.”

This was something new. All this time he’d been lusting after a nun. What irony for a nun to have a body like that. She continued talking:

“Our people believe that he come back to us from heaven in a man and then go out and do great thing. Long time ago…thousands and thousands of years ago he was born to our people and then one day went up to heaven and become God. He watch us from that long time to this planet. I was born to have Tawhaki’s children. I was born just to be his wife. That why people want Alohilani blessing, they want Tawhaki blessing.”

He kept watching her as she sat up. Her heavy breasts were straining against her bikini top and as the two moons peeked around the clouds the room became bathed in blue light. She smiled at him as the silver reflection from his eyes shined into hers.

“I knew when we first met. Only man who would dare come to me would be him. Then when first saw your eyes. You were Tawhaki. Tawhaki had sky fire in his eyes like yours.”

Sky fire is a rough translation for lightening, he noted.

“I’m not your Tawhaki. I’m a lot of things but not that.”

“Whether you want or not, you are Tawhaki, all signs are right. This body made only carry Tawhaki’s seed…so when you go to heaven and become God our people will have a piece of you to treasure. They not know you here but when Alohilani grow big they know that Tawhaki has visited and that he will go out and do great thing. That why, Ryddeck, until you leave into heaven this body all for you.”

The irony of what she was saying to him made him smile. He doubted that he would go out and do some great “good” but she believed so much in what she was saying he felt obligated to indulge her. He would use her for the last time and then take off in the morning. Also, now that he knew she was expecting him to him leave he felt even better about their unique relationship since she wasn’t attached to him. As for if he left her pregnant with his child, he didn’t care.

Reaching down he pulled his black wife beater over his head and tossed it to the side. She grinned at him as he advanced on her and pinned her to the bed, his steel eyes gleaming like lightening in the darkness.

“Alohilani all yours, Tawhaki.”


a/n: Oooh, interesting! Review please!