Love and the Witch of Kirkaaka

It's in her dimly lit room, the ceiling remains menacingly faint and quiet. Jemimah is pressed down on her bed by some strange force. Her knees are raised with both feet being apart to expose a pure white, soaked thong, barely covering anything.

The tap stops flowing, thoughts cause trepidation while her breasts become fuller by the heartbeat. They've become so turgid, her brassiere almost gives way. Footsteps approach the door left ajar. The switch has been turned off. Suddenly, light flashes on and she begins to shake. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of her forehead, hair scattered on the mattress; the room is a bit brighter now.

At last he stands by the door with a towel around his waist. Jason towers to the head jamb, with a chin as dexterously carved as an ancient artifact. His chest was thick and fixed on a torso ripped all the way down. The scarce light and its shade are just enough to compliment his frame with hands like a lumberjack's tool and fingers as strong as chisels.

She imagines what they might just do to her body. Earlier on, he breathed warmth to the side of her neck. She yearned for a kiss, a touch; anything! But he withdrew. He seemed to enjoy torturing her.

But now he resembles a predator as gentle as a soft breeze kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her thighs stay defenseless. He rubs his fingers lightly against them, sending waves of beautiful terror to her senses. With his full lips, he fondles her big toe. She wets herself. He knows the exact effect of his touch.

He plants a kiss just beneath her navel before sinking his face. She is soft. And he groans. The sound of which further weakens her. The man climbs further until arriving just below her cleavage thereafter ripping the brassiere quickly so as to knead the breasts meticulously.

She can no longer suppress her moans. Hot tears flow down those eyes. His chin is grinding up and down the bosom. He is now positioned between her legs and has not penetrated her just yet; still, lifting himself a bit higher, his hands do not stop.

They gaze into each other's eyes, then he sinks deep between her neck and shoulder maintaining a steady, heavy rhythm as they rock back and forth. Jemimah feels his thickness deep within her after a single thrust. She screams herself awake, the sun is already shining down her window pane.

She has constantly berated herself for watching matches he featured in. It's really difficult to stop fantasizing about him in such an inordinate manner.

But the way he makes her feel can not just be regarded as mere fantasy. Everything is so real. It is best to get ready for the day she whispers to herself.

Afterall days are now long and daringly bright, the sun shines intensely. Outdoor activities take place everywhere.

Summer always comes with varieties of Jason's enjoyments. The aerial view of Lordham city is particularly captivating and soothing. The young player sees the famed river from the helicopter. He has been quite nervous as regards the medical to be soon undergone.

Like bitter enemies ready to fight to the death, the two main stadia of the region stand just kilometers apart. Football is a religion here and the people are devout followers.

They land at the center of one of the pitches, and a few members of staff come to welcome them. A teeming crowd was seen from the air just outside the arena only minutes ago. This is not his official introduction but the rumour is already widespread. Word has it that he is the ladies' favourite.

His manager instructed him earlier to wear a smile and wave where necessary, nothing should be said to the preying press because back at home, a new contract is also being prepared.

Two men and a breathtaking beauty walk up to them looking a lot like penguins in their black suits and white shirts. However the lady prefers a red scarf to a tie and stiletto heels to Oxford shoes. So, both parties greet each other for the sake of having little or no option.

Now Jason is enthralled by the most benign yet bewildering eyes he has ever seen, even with the glasses she has on. They literally cause images to flash through his mind: an astounding maiden with a most pulchritudinous face begins to tell her tale.

She makes a declaration about an accursed place. It mentions the doings of gods when the children of women were few upon the lands.

They needed the most beautiful offspring, a woman that would give rise to their dynasty among men. So they separated the noblest people and allowed them through several generations until she was born between hills, her forehead had the smoothness of stones from brooks.

Her breasts were like baskets filled with every ripened fruit. She had hips as bountiful harvests; womb as fertile grounds and every excellent spice lived between her legs.

When she spoke, her voice was like the wind and she cried with great tempest. Trees danced to songs while she moved her feet in the grass. Therefore she was betrothed unto the fittest deity and was protected by her people.

Somewhere across the water was a hunter of old who had traveled far. When he heard her sing, his heart refrained from every rest and he sought her desperately.

Suddenly, Jason realizes that he is in front of a few people waiting to commence the medical. Whatever it was he just witnessed bothers him, it is evident on his countenance. Alas, he is renowned for being quite naughty. So everybody could not care less.

Still, the lady in stiletto heels' physique and general appearance could not stop capturing his attention. He thinks that she possesses the most tender yet firm grip as a result of their handshake. Thereafter, the visitors followed their host into a tunnel.

On several occasions, the athlete was shirtless. This time he is taken to a treadmill only for different gizmos to be attached to his thick broad chest and six-pack abs. He has a well built torso due to being very hard-working and sensitive about his virile look.

"Hold on a sec," someone announces, " the doctor will attend to you in no time."

A middle-aged medical practitioner soon arrives and the same ravishing beauty he saw earlier hurries behind him as goofy as an excited kid. It is really remarkable to recognise her now. That is because she has put on a lab coat with a pair of hand gloves, a nose mask and an odd cap as if to examine a most hazardous specimen. There is a badge pinned to her chest though which has "Jemimah Carpenter" written on it.

He observes her hairline spying outside the weird thing on her head. It is full, lustrous and seemingly glued to her skin as if being naturally moisturized every passing minute. It continues to the back of her neck as dark as coal.

In a very short moment, Jason measured her height in his mind, inhaling the scent of her aura; she should be around 5'5". Her lids are thick and miraculously carved, they are the perfect match for the most ravenous thing that he has ever beheld: Her eyes.

The lighting of the room makes her pupils seem like really dark bullets in the middle of white delicate ponds with the lashes above them serving as extraordinary decorations. There is the slightest squeeze on her forehead, it is the cutest he has ever seen.

A voice yammers in the background of his mind, however he could barely make out anything aside from the young woman in a lab coat. As if suddenly enchanted by a very potent charm, he becomes so enamoured by her.

"Do you understand me, sir?" The practitioner asks.

"Yeah, but of course!" Jason pretends after being talked to for what seemed like an eternity. But he heard nothing. His attention remains on her and he is shocked too. Such a spontaneous attraction surprises him. Prior to this very moment he disbelieved the idea of love at first sight.

He notices that she focuses on him now, so he must not be doing something right.

"Okay, I was not paying so much attention, my mind drifted a little bit. Can you go over everything one more time, please?" Jason confesses and asks while trying really hard not to stare at her.

" Definitely!" the irated practitioner answers with a sarcastic tone before going on to repeat everything he said earlier.

Jason wonders how graceful Jemimah's neck is, every single ring is a natural adornment. He recreates her face -the nose, cheekbones and everything- with different hairdos in his imagination. He wants to pull her close, warmth for warmth, hands on every contour of her body.

He wants his ear placed on her chest, in order to hear the rhythm of her heartbeat; to perceive the gentle current of her breath while she willfully clings the most lovely fingers to him never wanting to let go. At the thought of all these things, his senses become heightened.

So he sees the ancient hunter again cross to the other side following the grass and trees; birds and wind, until he stands in the sight of his beloved.

His being coveted her lips, voice and everything she had: breasts, hips

and the womb.

But she was in the midst of her people and they attacked him viciously. Therefore he went across the river, back to the lands very far away.

Jason quickly returns to reality. He wonders if he is developing a gift, a supernatural one. But it could just be the mesmerizing effect of Jemimah's appearance, he concludes.He weighs the chances of letting her go, the benefits or repercussions.

What harm is there in trying to keep someone that impresses him this much? Therefore, he advises himself to strike an actual conversation.

She spoke while they first met on the pitch, but it was too brief and the rotor blades of the helicopter made it really hard to hear what she was saying. So he interrupted the practitioner once more.

"Excuse me, sir. Can I have a moment alone with the young lady? I promise it won't take long."

The man struggles as regards hiding his frustration as he understands how much of an asset the player could be to the club despite his rather exasperating behaviour at the moment.

"Can't it wait? The session is not expected to take so long" he says, hoping to make the athlete reconsider.

"No it can't. It's especially important that I speak with her."

"I'll be just over there then, be fast about it" the doctor replies as he walks a distance just past earshot.

"How may I be of help to you?" Jemmy asks.

"Take off your mask!" Jason ordered.

"Why should I do that?" She responds.

"Is that how you treat your client?"

"Sir, this is a very formal appointment and it will be much appreciated if it remains as such."

"$1000 will be yours if you take it off" Jason offers feeling slightly unsettled as a result of her hesitation.

"If you have not got any other thing to tell me, the doctor will return to you immediately."

" $5000!" He demands.

"He will be back to attend to you in a jiffy" she replies wanting to leave his presence.

"Who the hell do you think you are, the queen?" He asks as she goes away. Jason notices a beauty spot at the back of the left side of her lower neck. He could already feel fury coursing through his veins.

Thirty seemingly doleful minutes pass, they are through with the different procedures and she has since been nowhere to be found. So he inquired from the doctor about meeting the lady again. However, alarmed by his persistence, he insists on knowing what is wrong.

Jason expresses his emotions stealthily to the older man who looks amused. He scratches his bald head with a wry smile on his face before taking the time to narrate the tale of how he met his first and lost love. Then he passes some vital information with respect to how Jemimah goes to and fro.

The aircraft pilot was informed about the successful medical. The club insists on signing a contract immediately but his manager dithers. He opines that they should head home and monitor the different outcomes in order to choose the most favourable option. Jason agrees with him except that he now wants to remain in Lordham.

He is determined to meet the young lady again. It is as though he has become knitted to her.

Soon arrangements are made, a hotel room is booked for him while his crew returns to where they came from.

Jemimah saw the helicopter take off a little over two hours ago. She was quite disappointed having noticed his interest from how his eyes caressed every inch of her body. It is an amazing feeling making a predator your prey.

But she assumed that he was merely looking for another conquest for his bedtime adventures, else why did he act like an impulsive brute? As tempting as his money was, it disgusts her to think that he tried to lure her with it.

He had caused enough trouble for one day! She takes off her coat, straightens her clothing with her hand and greets all her colleagues present before venturing home.

There is a particular exit from the stadium solely for members of staff. It is quite narrow and hidden. She heads towards the direction. On reaching it, a man sits expectantly. He sees her from a distance and stands up quickly.

Jason could not believe his eyes! Standing before him was an excruciatingly alluring young adult. She looks so fragile but beams with confidence. He has watched her and observed the poise with which she walked, the panache with which she carried herself. He sees the vision again.

They had made a hut and put the maiden in the midst of it. She was forbidden from singing or dancing, neither would she partake in any kind of merriment until her true protector brings the bride price as selected by the gods, spirits and blood.

But her heart had learnt to leap for the hunter, those breasts had known to point towards him in their fullness. Her lips sought him.

Then the groom arrived whose chest was as the tiller's heaps. His hands were instruments to cultivate and bring great yield! He possessed ribs as sturdy as rocks.

After her people had received him. There was a wedding ceremony and the children of women became drunk. But she refused to drink much because of her hunter.

Just before her husband realised the moment of consummation and reached out for her, she escaped to the river. It took her across quickly.

She ran into the midst of persons not as noble as her people, too low for her groom. Still, her beloved was not found. So she went about singing, crying and dancing.

When at last he heard her voice and recognised his beloved, there was a hawk with him.

The bird tried to make him sober because he had been soaked in palm wine.

She hurried to him and said that he may embrace her. However his grip was not strong enough. Hence, the remaining drink was poured to the ground and he was taken into a hut.

There she waited until he was awakened from his drunkenness. Now his grip was firm, he was rapturous to have retrieved the beloved maiden.

Unfortunately for him, he was restrained by extremely strong instruments, his tongue was cut and her beloved hunter was defeated.

Overtaken by great jealousy, the groom tasted her spices and delicacies, he defiled her by aggressively taking away her virginity. A seed was also abandoned in her womb.

When he reached the water that helped the bride, the groom cursed it yet his fury continued to increase.

He hated every blood relation the bride had and sought to slay the noble people. However, they were not forgotten by the gods who judged their heir and also cursed him with human afflictions.

He was also transformed into a hawk having slain the hunter's. And power was given to the nobles to guard him.

Whoever freed the bird would suffer his affliction as will whoever helped him. This was also for the water's sake.

As for the most beautiful maiden, she bore the bloodline recognised to be rulers in all the lands.

Jason is thrust back to reality again almost as quickly as he drifted away. However this time, fear is all over him. He worries greatly about his mental health.

On noticing his presence, countenance and comportment, Jemimah moves a step backwards in reaction to his standing up so abruptly.

So the footballer is forced to say something in an attempt to calm her down. He still shakes from fear, but his heart also races from deep interest. Something tells him that she has a strong connection to his visions and he wants to know why.

" Hey, Jemimah Carpenter, it's me from earlier. The medical, remember?"

She refuses to say a word but stares instead. So he moves close to her.

"Stop, don't you dare!"she suddenly yells pointing a finger at him.

"I mean no harm! We started on a really bad note and I must have given you a very terrible impression of myself."

"A thousand dollars for you to get out of my sight, player!"

"That was supposed to be funny. I'm sorry it turned out to be a horrible joke.

This isn't me begging you in order to garner some kind of pity and I won't have you talk to me like that either, alright?"

"Yeah, totally understood. If money doesn't work, he is readily willing to resort to arrogance and senseless pride. Just let me be all the same!" She answers before hurrying back the way she came.