The Ngùdi |Ébango| gained a level!
Oh?
That was great!
And it happened when he fully healed!
Now, the question was, if he could use it to heal Freeta’s wounds as well.
He had to try. “My marvelous lady, these ugly trees are way out of our sight and won’t bother you anymore. As you could see, I’ve just used a ngùdi that allowed me to heal so let me try to do the same to you,” he said with a jaunty smile in a reassuring tone.
He grabbed her left hand, which made her wince—as he grazed a bloody groove—and realized that despite him channeling his wùsù from his arm to hers, he couldn’t heal her.
Why didn’t it work?
Then it dawned on him.
The ngùdi said that it could heal his wounds.
It never said anyone else.
Shit.
He deactivated his ngùdi.
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5°|Ébango (O.C. Inactive) (i) (Level 1/Next level: 0%)| [Kàmba Ngùdi (i)]
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| Cost: Varies according to time length and intensity|
| Current Cost per Intensity (i): 0.5% —> 0% of Total Wùsù every second|
Activated: 2 Times
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Remaining Wùsù: …%
Wùsù Recovery: 0.025% of total wùsù per second
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Current Total Wùsù: …%
Freeta understood his surprised reaction. “Enlightened… Black Ear, I thank you for saving me from harm, but if you want to heal me, I’m afraid … you’ll have to capture me,” she said with a twinge of sadness filled with embarrassment.
The mùkèlako raised his eyebrows.
Capture?
It was an option displayed by the status screen.
What did that truly mean? “But I don’t want to own you. You’re your own being, so what can I do to help you?” he said.
Freeta tried to smile, but she grunted in pain before she said, “I very much appreciate you putting your life at risk to save me, Enlightened Black Ear, but I really don’t want to be a burden to you—huurgh!”
Her large penis suddenly grew erect, quivering and twitching as dews of pre-cum grew around its moisty tip.
M’bàti windshield was filled with the sight of her cock.
Thick crimson blood flowing through its veins.
Her large black testicles swaying by the night breeze.
The scent of morning grime, blood, and sweat.
Heat burned through his pussies, traveling throughout every pore of his body, feeling a few droplets leak from his wanting channels.
It was perfect.
He had to mate with her!
He just had to!
But from her perspective, her eyes at times frustrated, angry, and resigned, seeing the black man focus on her sex—as always—she continued, “As you can easily see, my body isn’t like the other Alturix. I do not wish for you to capture me to help me because I know that I’m undesirable this way, nor would I want you to pity me or feel guilty. I shall be on my way and find some weaker foes to snatch their mùdinòlò, now—”
“Allow me to interrupt you, lovely Freeta. You are not a burden to me, nor anyone else. And let me tell you that the reason why I cannot look away from your cock is because I want to have sex with you! I want to ride that thick member of your inside my holes and let you fill me up ’till kingdom come!” M’bàti growled, his eyes filled with lust, passion, and yearning.
Freeta nearly recoiled at the mùkèlako’s hungry expression.
Her mind was in disarray.
Could someone want her, with her underdeveloped breasts and massive dick?
Wasn’t she un-fuckable, like she had been told so many times before?
Could it be possible that someone was genuinely interested in her?
And, how did he know her name?
But what drew her attention was how sopping wet M’bàti was.
Could he really want to fuck her?
Or was he one of these assholes that want to lead her on, only to throw her aside, leaving her with a pitched member and a broken promise.
Worse, was he fetishizing her? “A-am I arousing you?”
“Let me showcase my sincerity,” M’bàti said as he went on his knees, his fingers reaching her shaft.
A low groan eked out of Freeta’s mouth as the mùkèlako caressed her swelled meat.
Warm, firm, yet filled with softness under its pink flesh.
And now, he had to taste it.
His tongue licked the gland, tasting the briny sweat under the midnight grass’s fragrance.
Gradually, it made its way to its shining papula, savoring its bumps before the foreskin as his fingers fondled her length like a driver handling his gearbox.
After he licked the foreskin and the shaft clean, he finally took it in his mouth under an enraptured Freeta, his hands groping the swelling contours of her ass.
Her cock motioned within the depths of his mouth as her bloodied hands grasped her partner’s head, encouraging him to take her member deeper in his throat.
And as time elapsed, her full shaft was inside his mouth, his tongue licking her hairy loins, while the tip swam in his elastic throat.
Freeta gasped, trapped between pleasure and pain.
How could someone take on her abnormal cock without a gag?
Was he made for Alturix like her?
As her thoughts swirled about the implications behind that, her breasts were cupped by something warm.
Her miracle partner reached her nipples, his fingers titillating her with a tug here and there.
Her mind almost blanked.
How could such an Enlightened care to give her such merriment?
How could her body give her such enjoyment?
How could these meager breasts of hers, a living reminder of her condition, be the harbinger of hitherto untapped delightsomeness?
Oooorgh … and now, the sides of her thing elated her senses as this overeager stranger swiveled his head clockwise, spreading his love across her entire length.
Her flesh massaged above, her mind sucked below, her silhouette sank inside the yoke of jubilance, while the night wind searing through her gashes kept her from believing she was dreaming all this.
She was experiencing this.
Eventually, pressure built within the depths of her testicles.
With a guttural scream, she ejaculated deep within him, her wounded knees slackening as torrents of seed flew out of her body.
She finally managed to feel what so many others had before her: cumming!