Inside a tree. Still Havila.        "Where have you been going these whiles? And are you going again today?"     Ja Lia's voice was still and calm. He had gained the peace of mind as well as the will to want to live on. He had been refreshened as well as seen to ease. He didn't get the fuss any longer, he only wanted a stance on which he would build upon. He owed Lailah everything, and gratitude was just a part of it. He should be dead by now, but one way or the other, he was still alive.      "Of course I'll still leave but twouldnt be but for a while from now."     She smiled. He was sure that he had no faintest idea what she had said but he didn't mean to ask her anymore.      "I couldn't believe that y'all Nymphs live in a tree."     He made an exception. She looked away from him to the in

      The Palace. Havila.      "This is just ridiculous."     Jim gave up on trying to get to Lailah. He didn't know why Ja was so protective of her. The bitch who had caused all of them such great harm. He wished he could just hold her in his hand, that her blood may be dried.      "Let her be."   Tzu called at him, but he shot him an odd ogle. He couldn't hold back the cuss,    "Have you ever had a choice? You're just being turned about and tossed around as though you don't have brains. Or probably they don't work."    Tzu stood up at that. He wouldn't take such insult from his insolent younger brother.      "Now let's trade fist. You think you're now a man and can say whatever you want?"     Tzu was walking closer to Jim with such long face assorted with determination.   &nbs

       Inside a tree. Havila.       "What were you thinking?"    Ja Lia was eating her up with an odd ogle. He wished he could do more than that. If twere possible to scold someone with looks, he would had done exactly that. But she only sat on the bed smiling, probably making a joke of him. He wasn't vexed. He was acquainted with her nuances.     "You could had gotten the both of us killed. I'm sure you knew that."    He shot. He saw seated on the chair opposite the bed. The room was illuminated with blue rays that day. He sure didn't know how she came up with the tricks.       "It's a slap in my face that you still fear whenever you're around me."     Her countenance had fallen. Well, you might think she was sad or something close to that, but in no time she could burst out laughing again. Such was her art.  

      In the Palace. Havila.      "We'll be asking you three questions."    One of the chiefs threw at Ja. The chief's expression was betraying and by extension demeaning. Probably his own way of threatening Ja to give up before the time.     Ja looked at Lailah who was seated by him. In only her face did he find his comfort. Several other faces betrayed his guts. His will to survive was always shallow whenever he gave them such stare. Or vice versa.     Lailah nodded at him and he looked back at the chief and nodded. Not that he couldn't make decisions of his own but... whatever. What was the point of explanation?    "Shall we get started?"    Another of the chiefs asked him. That was the same question he was asked yesterday before everything went rogue and some of the conspirators broke into the square to ruin him. He didn't want to bring back th

       Inside a tree.       "Oh well, there. Look who we have here. The king of Havila spending his last day in the tree."    She said and closed in the space between the two of them. She was all over him at that moment.     Then at once, she hugged him tightly. Like a bone crushing hug. Such hug he'd never received in his entire life.     The consequence of such hug was the fact that, those two bounty boobs were pressed tightly on his chest and her nipples were about to slit his chest.     He tried to put one of his legs on the bed like the lady so he could assume the right position.     He did. He held her tighter than she held him. He was dragging her closer. He wanted his cock to fight its way into her pussy.     But he couldn't achieve that. She felt warm under his touch. Her scent was glorious and the urge