The halo breed episode 64

THE HALO BREED
SEASON 4
RAGE
EPISODE 15
Kharisa’s torn and dishevelled appearance as she emerged from the tent of the prince made all the survivors look on with shock. It was Kobby Obeng who – wearing new fibre clothes given him by Mavis – raced forward and held his quivering daughter in his arms, hiding her semi-nudity.
“There, there, my darling, it is alright,” he gro-ned with pain. “What happened? Did he try to ravage you?”
Kharisa nodded, still quite in shock after the crude approach of Sena Kukah.
Her brother, Obed, waited no more.
With a roar of anger – and disregarding his father’s cry of warning – he dashed blindly into Sena’s tent and found the prince slipping back into his black trousers.
Obed noticed the palpable bulge in the front of the trousers, which was quite ample, and his young heart was filled with the fury of a brother who had witnessed his only sister ravaged by a savage.
“How dare you!” he shouted and approached Sena with his hands balled into fists. “No one treats my sister like that, you bastard!”
He threw a blow at Sena’s jaw.
Sena, face rather stoic and cold, shifted his head slightly as the blow whistled harmlessly near his cheek, and then he reached out, grabbed Obed by the throat, lifted him off his feet, and threw the boy like a stone through the flap of the tent!
Obed was first aware of the steel-like fingers on his throat, and then he experienced the weightless motion of being lifted off the ground, and then he found himself hurtling through space as if a typhoon had gripped him!
He was a stout lad, quite tall and well-built, and the fact that this prince could lift him clear off his feet spoke of how strong the boy was! He shot out of the tent, flailing helplessly head over heels, and the people looked on with shock, wondering what force could be propelling the boy like that through the air.
Obed was lucky because if he had struck any object or crashed on the ground, the effect could have been lethal, and he could have lost his life because of the sheer force behind the throw.
As it turned out, he flew clear across the plains until he crashed into the lake, which cushioned his fall somewhat, but still had the effect of making blood erupt from his nostrils!
Some of the men rushed into the lake and held him up with cries of concern.
“What happened?” Ayoba the butcher asked with shock.
“He threw me!” Obed whispered, his eyes wide with shock and sudden fear. “He picked me up and threw me!”
“Oh, Spirits of Densua, what kind of saviour is this devil?” Ayoba whispered.
Kobby Obeng drew the front of his daughter’s dress over her br-asts and looked tenderly at her.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly. “I need to check on your brother. Seems our redeemer is behaving like a mad man.”
Kharisa nodded and held her dress closed over her br-asts.
“I’m alright, Papa,” she said softly. “I guess he took me by surprise.”
Kobby Obeng smiled sadly.
“The Spirits are never wrong,” he said gently. “If they chose him, then he is able, although we might not understand his ways.”
“Which are abominable!” Mavis said hotly as she sauntered over and put a hand on Kharisa’s shoulder. “Are you alright, my dear? Did he harm you?”
Kharisa shook her head vigorously.
“No, no, he did not but… he k-ssed me, and tore my dress as if… as if it was natural for me to warm his bed!”
“Maybe that’s their way in that accursed place from where he came from!” Mavis said angrily. “Once he is here, he will learn the ways of humans!”
She turned and walked towards the tent, then she stopped and looked at Sarai.
“Come with me, Sarai,” she said coldly. “Perhaps we can speak sense into the head of your son!”
Sarai smiled sadly at that, and followed Mavis into Sena’s tent.
The boy, looking rather grand, was stretched out on the bed with his hands linked behind his head, and he looked up at them with no expression.
Mavis and Sarai stood beside the bed.
“You tried to have your way with Kharisa!” Mavis said coldly. “Without courtsh¡p! You saw her today, just today, and you wanted to lie with her?”
“Is that not how it is done?” Sena asked softly. “My lance gets hærd, she gets w-t, and we copulate?”
“Oh!” Sarai said and giggled suddenly, unable to hold in her surprise at such an uncouth behaviour. “Is that how it is done in the Halos?”
He looked at them and then he indicated the bulge in his trousers.
“If she is not willing, perhaps one of you will be willing to satisfy me?”
“Oh, you horrible, horrible, fiend!” Mavis cried, her hands balling into fists by her side. “If I could I would have taken a strop and wh¡pped the hide off your back!”
“Then I’ll kill you,” Sena said simply.
Sarai was besides herself with laughter, finding it all so hilarious that tears came to her eyes. She sat down beside the bed and put her hand on his chest.
“You’re willing?” Sena asked.
She shook her head, still giggling, and then she looked at him tenderly.
“Oh, you remind me so much of your father when we fell in love,” she said gently. “We used to be so immersed in each other, doing it constantly. No, Sena, I’m your mother.”
“You’re definitely not my mother,” he stated.
“Well, not in the biological sense of the word, but your father was with me first, and we have a daughter, your sister, so in Earth’s language, I’m your mother.”
“So, you can’t do it,” he said.
“No, no, there’s no urge to do that with you.”
Sena’s eyes fell on Mavis.
“You’re a bit wrinkled, woman. But if you have a h0le, I suppose it would suffice. Now, come over here and do it!”
Mavis grunted with fury and kicked at the bed savagely, her eyes furious and her hands held out like claws.
She turned and marched furiously out of the tent.
Sarai was laughing again as she took Sena’s hand and rubbed it gently,
“Sena, my son, that’s not how it is done here,” she explained gently. “Just because you get an er-ction doesn’t mean any available woman would sleep with you.”
“Is that not what they’re good for?” he asked softly. “They’re full of wickedness, those species. Only the mothers are good.”
“Women are not wicked,” Sarai cried with horror.
“They are,” Sena stated. “You are. You betrayed my father in the same way as the wicked ones in the Underworld who betrayed me.”
She stopped laughing immediately and great pain crossed her face.
“Yes, Sena, that is true,” she said heavily. “But I’m filled with regrets, my son. The fact that women betrayed you, as you claim, doesn’t mean all women are wicked. There are many gentle and beautiful women, Sena, who are good at heart. One day, you will meet one, and fall in love.”
“You keep speaking about this falling and this love,” he said with a slight scowl. “I find it baffling.”
“You don’t know what falling in love is?” she asked gently.
“Perhaps, you will elucidate me.”
“It comes from the heart,” she said and put her hand across her heart. “A profound feeling that makes you have the most tender of feelings for a woman, so that without that woman life becomes impossible to live. You would want to marry her, and spend the rest of your life with her.”
“I find that thought sickening and disgusting,” he said quietly. “This falling into love is madness.”
She touched his cheek gently.
“It has a peculiar way of finding those who do not believe in it,” Sarai said with a smile. “Sleep now, my son. I’ll explain your behaviour to them. And please, as I told you, learn to keep yourself in check. And when you see Kharisa, please apologize to her. Your approach is nothing short of beastly.”
He said nothing, but as she stood up and walked to the entrance, he called to her.
“Hey, woman!”
She spun with a cold face.
“Call me mother!”
“You’re not my mother.”
“I am your mother here, Sena!” she said slightly. “Call me mother!”
“Ah, you act a bit like my mother,” he said. “Alright, mother. Thank you for explaining. Tomorrow, you will tell me about my sister, and about what happened here.”
“Yes, my son,” Sarai said, her voice gentle again. “Sleep now. Goodnight.”
She went out again and saw Kharisa coming out of her pod, wearing new bark clothes. Her brother and father were sitting outside with Mavis.
Sarai walked rapidly towards them and took Kharisa’s hand.
“Do forgive my son, dearest,” she said gently. “His ways are uncouth, because it seems to me he is not well-versed in the ways of humans. He didn’t mean harm to you.”
Kharisa nodded and looked in the direction of his tent, and then she gasped suddenly, causing them all to turn around and stare.
Sena’s tent had elevated off the ground!
It was moving slowly upwards, past the top of the huge tree, and then as it suspended up there, glowing with a soft green sheen, they saw the branches of the great tree moving upwards and covering the tent, and many bright, ghost-like figures could be seen floating around and through the tent.
They could now see Sena dimly, kneeling as the spiritual beings floated around him.
As beautiful as it seemed, it was also scary, and Kharisa mo-ned with fear. They would have fled into their pods if the Sage of the Spirits, Prosper Freeman, had not appeared hovering over the pod of Kharisa.
“Do not fear, Earthlings,” he said calmly. “The Halo Breed conferences with the Spirits, according to the Great Prophecy. It is his final training. Tomorrow, he will march towards Densua. Look, your redemption is at hand.”
And so they remained and watched the strange, beautiful conference until deep into the night. Finally, it became very dark up there, and the people slowly retired into their pods.
Deep at dawn, when Kharisa peeked outside, she saw that Sena’s tent was back on the ground.
Unable to stop herself, she emerged from her pod and raced breathlessly to his tent and opened it.
She found him fast asleep on his bed, his face peaceful and handsome. She stood staring at him for a long time, her breath coming faster, and when she turned to leave, his hand sunclad out and clamped around her wrist.
Kharisa gasped and looked at his face. His eyes were open, and there was no expression on his face. Once again, she marvelled at the diamond glints in his eyes.
“You came back,” he said.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Kharisa said in a rush, but her heart was pounding with fear nonetheless. “Do not tear my dress again.”
He released her hand.
“Alright,” he said and shifted on the bed. “But lie beside me, Risa. I want to hold you as I sleep.”
“My name is Kharisa,” she said, her voice unsteady.
“Too long,” he said. “You’re Risa to me. Will you lie beside me?”
Although her brain scre-med against it, she found out she could not resist the excitement his want for her company brought, and so she slowly stretched out on the bed beside him, lying on her side so that her back was to him.
He turned and draped an arm around her, then his hand covered her right br-ast.
She gasped and tensed, but he just held her.
“Sena?” she whispered.
He said nothing, his breathing regular, and she knew he was sleeping again.
She had never been this close to a man, and she found herself filled with a craving she was unfamiliar with, revelling in the length of him behind her.
It felt sweet, though, and after a moment she held his hand and pressed it tighter against her br-ast, smiling to herself when her n-pples hærdened.
She gasped suddenly when she felt a stiff hærdness against the gentle curve of her buttocks, but he continued to sleep with his hand on her br-ast and his unconscious desire poking her behind.
She smiled and pressed closer into him so that his thing would poke her sharper.
And when the sunlight streamed in, she finally opened her eyes and found herself lying full length across him, with one th-gh between his legs and the other th-gh outside him, her head on his shoulder and her arms around him.
His arms were around her body, holding her close.
She gasped with alarm and raised herself, and then she looked into his wonderful eyes.
“You’re awake!” she said, startled.
“Been awake for a long time, Risa,” he said softly.
“Oh,” she murmured. “And you didn’t… say anything.”
“Didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”
“Oh!” she said, looking down at him, and her heart was pounding noisily.
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