TALES FROM THE CITIES.

  DARK CHRONICLES: MFON AND EKAETE 1886. The woman ran through the bush, even as the man laid on the wrapper that had been laid on the floor of the forest, convulsing - his cock still hard with traces of semen on its tip and down its shaft. The woman was soon out of breath, her thick, voluptuous body was a drain on her stamina. “Mfon, if you make it out of here, go and sacrifice to the gods…” Mfon said to herself. She realized that in a bid to run from the place where her Husband’s Uncle was convulsing, she had forgotten to collect the man’s promised financial reward for satisfying his lust with his nephew’s voluptuous wife. Mfon hissed and slowly began to retrace her steps back to where the man was, running was not what she would have done, as it could have alerted anyone and that anyone could have been one of her many toasters who would no doubt have requested a sexual favor in exchange for buying their silence, if only she looked at where she was stepping with the same ...