The halo breed episode 75 – 76
THE HALO BREED
SEASON 5
HELL IN HADES
The Author
EPISODE 1
Randy ho-ny Breed
Sena Kukah opened the great doors of the sleeping chambers and surveyed the ante room with calm eyes.
Taller than all, muscled, ripped, wonderfully hairy and incredibly handsome with the ring of fire burning lightly in his irises, he cut an incredible figure as he stood in the doorway in his loose slacks.
In the ante room were the ladies. Old Mavis Tease was dozing in a huge settee, and sitting on a high-backed chair by her side was Sarai, braiding the hair of Dawn, her daughter.
Around the large, round table were Grace Klubi and Kharisa Nyantie. They were eating apples from a bowl on the table.
“I could not sleep,” Sena said calmly as he looked over at Grace and Kharisa. “Who will share my bed and dispel the cold gloom of the night? I do crave the tenderness of thighs and the sweetness of br-asts. Grace of the Skits, would you do that? Kharisa, dark pearl, would you care to?”
Grace and Kharisa looked at each other and both of them chuckled.
“Does that thing between your legs know no decorum?” Kharisa asked calmly. “We are not harlots, dear Sena, and certainly I am not aware that the two of us have been added to your harem, to draw out as and when your third leg stiffens! Ah, what effrontery!”
“I am appalled by your apparent disrespect for the sanctity of our maiden hoods, dearest prince,” Grace said coldly. “Is that how you see us? A pair of tender thighs and sweet br-asts available to be drawn to warm your bed as the vagaries of the weather dictate, and as the hunger of your royal lance calls? Have you no honour, dearest prince?”
“And yet you refuse to marry me,” Sena said with a look of confusion on his face. “You confound me with your stubbornness, girls!”
Grace raised her eyebrows and looked at him like a parent appraising a petulant and recalcitrant child.
“You have a choice, Prince Sena, Saviour of Densua,” she said calmly. “You can choose to marry one of us and have your bed warmed each night.”
“Kharisa, do you love me?” Sena asked.
The beautiful dark-skinned girl stopped giggling and looked at him with sudden soft eyes.
“I do love you, Sena,” she said calmly.
The handsome prince looked at the fair-skinned girl.
“And you, Grace of the Skits?”
She bit into an apple and nodded her head.
“I fell strongly in love with you, Sena, and will go through Hades and back for you.”
“Ah, this is madness to a degree, I say!” the young man said and threw up his arms. “As I do love you both, one of a lighter skin, the other of a darker skin. Perhaps, the good Spirits willed it so!”
“I’m not sharing my man with any other woman!” Kharisa said tightly.
“As do I,” Grace put in instantly. “I will have you to myself alone, Sena, or not at all.”
“Madness to a fault!” Sena said, exasperated. “What vile calamitous divination sought to curse my life with two witches? You two are sitting there eating fruits from a bowl. You do like each other, don’t you?”
Kharisa held out the little finger of her right hand towards Grace, who linked her right little finger through.
“Best friends, as it is, dearest prince,” Kharisa said. “But, alas, we do not want the jealous pangs of being rivals to come and mar our friendsh¡p. You’re not going to have it your way, dearest prince.”
Sarai and Dawn laughed, disturbing Mavis Tease and causing the grand, noble lady to sit up tiredly and yawn.
“Were I not your sister, I would have gladly warmed your bed,” Dawn said with a laugh.
“Alas, I knew your father and loved him sore,” Sarai said, her laughter tinkling out. “And, for a fact, you’re a tad too young for me.”
Sena’s face clouded and he looked at Mavis Tease.
“Perhaps, the beautiful lady will come to my bed and keep me company?” he asked.
All the women began to speak at once.
“You have no shame!” Kharisa shouted.
“We’re surely going to have a king who thinks with the stiffness between his legs!” Grace shouted, agitated.
“Shame on you, my son!” Sarai said. “Do you want to break the poor old woman?”
“Leave him alone!” Dawn shouted. “Perhaps, Madam Tease will show him a thing or two! See how you two girls are bluffing a randy, ho-ny breed who just wants the warmth of thighs and the delights of soft br-asts! Mother Mavis after possess a h0le and br-asts and back mounds, doesn’t she? Surely, as a dying man in a des**t shall devour sandy water, my brother can have a woman for a night whether she is old or tender of age!”
Mavis Tease, for her part, looked at Sena without speaking, then stood up and walked out of the room with a scorching look at the young, handsome man.
Sena, so rebuffed, threw his hands in the air and went back into his royal chambers, banging the door behind him as he heard the derisive laughter of the women behind him.
He tore off the slacks and, unclad, threw himself on the bed. He pulled two soft pillows under his head, and a moment later he fell into a troubled sleep.
THE HALO BREED
SEASON 5
HELL IN HADES
The Author
EPISODE 2
The Pale King
The Halo Breed had a very troubled sleep.
He could hear voices raised in anger, but he could not see the faces clearly. He had a s-nsation of being tossed around from one end of a big room to the other. His face was screwed up with confusion as he mo-ned in his sleep, acutely aware that the bed was shaking, and that the mattress was sailing into the air.
He was aware of the mattress sailing into the air and tilting dangerously, and he gro-ned louder in his sleep! Was it a nightmare? Was he awake, or still asleep?
Then the heat began!
He felt so hot, as if he was being roasted in an inferno! It made his sleep a torture, and Sena finally opened his eyes with a deep-throated gro-n, and immediately wondered whether he was still asleep or awake because the ceiling was almost against his face!
And he still felt the heat and heard the fire!
The room was a horrible amber, and as he craned his neck he saw that everything was on fire!
The mattress was indeed suspended in the air near the ceiling, and below him the room was burning furiously! The bed, the chairs, the curtains, the drawers and wardrobes! Everything was on fire!
The red fire licked upwards dangerously, but luckily, it did not get to the mattress he was lying on. He tried to sit up, but that action would have caused his head to smash into the ceiling, so he continued to lie unclad on the soaring mattress as he wondered dully if he had left a unclad lantern on. Had his hand or feet recklessly overturned a lantern that had caught fire?
If that had been the case, wouldn’t he have died in the fire too? Would his mattress be suspending in the air? Or maybe, the Spirits had once again come to his aid?
“Hold your ire, you vile Sage!” came the disgust-filled voice of an old man to his left. “The Breed wakes finally. The decision shall be his alone now!”
“The decision is not his, you evil spirit!” came the voice of Prosper Freeman, the Sage of the Spirits. “His head is but that of a child, so his ways are already mapped! Why on earth can’t you just understand?”
Sena once again looked at the inferno blazing furiously beneath his mattress and noted carefully that everything in the room was on fire, then he lifted his head and looked at them.
Prosper Freeman was hovering on the mattress to his left, and on his right was the pale ghost-like figure of an old, grand man in glittering clothing.
“Who are you, if I may ask, sir?” Sena asked calmly.
The ghostly figure bowed his head slightly.
“King Ato Baffour Koduah at your service, my son,” he said in a curiously booming voice. “Your father, the Spirits bless him, was my dearest friend, and a man I chose to be king in my stead.”
“I remember you,” Sena said quietly. “I learnt about you in the Underworld. Your cowardly son murdered you for the throne.”
“Sadly, that is so,” the ghostly spirit of the king said. “And he was supposed to reap his just rewards, but alas, my dear wife interfered by turning him into a statue!”
“A quite regrettable exercise, Your Majesty, for it has denied us access to Hades, and has given us quite some unfavourable options. Pray, sir, what are you doing here?”
The spirit of the king sighed.
“Well, forgive me, my son,” he said calmly. “I wanted to seek your indulgence – “
“Liar, you vile ghost!” Prosper Freeman interjected with fury on his face. “I found him trying to transport you through a secret portal in the roof, my Lord!”
“Surely, that cannot be true,” Sena said coldly. “Tell me that he jests, Your Highness, for kidnapping is a thing I detest most.”
“Do forgive me for my rashness, but I was desperate. Perhaps, you should listen to the reason behind my disrespectful actions.”
“Proceed, Your Majesty, for I long to hear your reasons because I’m assured, they must have been pressing and instant.”
“Thank you, my son. Indeed, they were!” the spirit of the king said. “Alas, I find myself in a quandary for I cannot cross over to Gleam with my wife, whose restless spirit saw it best to usurp that which is natural! She came and changed my murderous son to stone, meaning your passage to Hades to end Lord Lastor is compromised!”
“Not true, for the good Spirits have provided a way!” the Sage said. “He is to marry Grace Klubi of the Skits, she of royal blood, and with whom he can breach the Tenements and go to Hades!”
The spirit of King Koduah nodded calmly.
“Indeed, that seems the only way left, but there are always prices to pay that the good Spirits do not reveal, my dear friend!”
“We all pay prices in various forms in daily circ-mstances, dear King.”
“It is so, wise Sage, but alas, the price I speak of is dear. Have you told the Breed that Grace Klubi of the Skits, due to her mother’s bloodline, she being of a vile spirit, will not be able to return to Densua once she enters Hades?”
“What?” Sena asked and turned to Prosper Freeman. “Does he speak truth?”
Prosper bowed once.
“It is not of my volition to divulge such information, but yes, having lain in the belly of her mother for nine moons, she not being a pure-blood royal, it will be impossible for her to enter Densua again unless she marries Lord Lastor, if you fail to vanquish him, and if Lastor returns to Densua.”
“And that is not all, my dear son,” King Koduah said quickly. “Have you been told that as long as you live, Lord Lastor and his vile agents cannot enter through the Tenements again, but soon as you die, they will enter?”
“Aye, I’m privileged of such information,” Sena Kukah said calmly.
“But do you know that with the Golden Elemental Totem in your forehead, and you not being a full royal of Densua, your years shall pass quickly than normal? The GET in your forehead is killing you quickly, alas, and if Lastor is not ended soon, and balance restored to the universe, you will die quicker than you expect, perhaps as early as two decades from hence!”
Again, Sena Kukah looked at Prosper Freeman who nodded again.
“Yes, he speaks truth, Sena, Warrior of the Spirits! But do not be alarmed! Once you marry Grace, you will be a full royal, and your years would not be shortened by the GET.”
“But, once you marry the descendant of the Skits, the only way for you to enter Hades would be with her! But she would never be able to return with you! Hades would be her burying ground!”
Sena sighed miserably.
“That is not a destiny I wish for Grace of the Skits,” he said sadly.
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