Chapter 3 The Mighty Man

"You're too much!" Mary Aram cried out in between her nearly interrupted breaths. Her fingers gripped Amar Mea Malawi's bare waist. Her sharp nails scraped the firm waist.

A man's masculinity was so powerful! His penis thrust sharply into her. Writhing creates a sting inside Mary Aram's pussy, solidly wedged yet agile as an eel in a mud hole.

At the top of the quivering sting, Amar Mea Malawi finishes his exploration of the fire of love with a sweaty sow of sperm in Mary Aram's womb.

"Outrageous! So outrageous! You grabbed me in a helpless state," Mary Aram cried in despair.

"You are completely mine! No other man can have you, including your fiancé!" Amar Mea whispered, kissing Mary Aram's red lips. "I promise to honor and love your father until his old age."

Amar Mea Malawi used a white handkerchief to wipe Mary Aram's virgin blood, which had melted and mixed with the sperm from her vaginal hole.

The rose-scented handkerchief was proof that she had taken Mary Aram's virginity.

"Outrageous! So outrageous!" Mary Aram could only stare at the ceiling of the room, her hands gripping the bedding in fury.

Amar Mea Malawi's outpouring of love bewitched the man into a second sexual encounter, this time a very tender, soulful one. But for Mary Aram it was a never-ending torture.

'I don't know him, how can he have power over me?' Mary Aram continued to cry in Amar Mea's powerful embrace. 'Disgusting!

As dinner time approached, Amar Mea Malawi cleaned himself, his heart filled with happiness. He lovingly covered Mary Aram's body with a blanket, and kissed her forehead.

"You are so beautiful and graceful, I don't want you to belong to anyone else," the man headed for the bathroom. His manly body blended with the freshness of the flowing water, now that he had Mary Aram, his life felt perfect.

Actually Amar Mea Malawi had often met Mary Aram, the girl often did social work in the villages around the main river.

Amar Mea Malawi often saw her teaching the children of the Mua Mua tribe, her smile, her laughter, was very charming when joking with the children.

When she cooks in the traditional kitchen at the main river, it seems that the Mua Mua women love her very much. Mary Aram's actions are very polite and respectful towards the elderly. A rare woman in this day and age.

Amar Mea Malawi was very impressed with Mary Aram. Who would have thought that today she would actually interact with the 'Goddess' of the main river.

If 'The Goddess' was already in hand, why waste time? Getting married to her would be the best move.

Mary Aram continued to cry on the bed. She looked away when young master Amar Mea Malawi came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.

Amar Mea Malawi's body was a charming ideal, but to Mary Aram it was nothing less than a frightening figure. The man treated the wound on his waist from Mary Aram's sharp nails.

At exactly seven in the evening, there was a knock on the door. Patrice, the maid, and another servant arrived with dinner and medicine.

"Give young mistress a bath, and replace the bedding with new ones. I sleep here tonight," the young master Amar Mea Malawi took a glass of wine, and walked to the balcony.

"Yes, Young Master Mea Malawi," the two servants quickly washed Mary Aram, and replaced the bedding with new ones.

Mary Aram could only sigh and close her eyes when she saw the red stains on the bedding. 'How quickly have things changed? Just a while ago she was still Great Lady Aram, now she's become Young Mistress Mea Malawi.'

'Father! I'm sorry!' Mary Aram sobbed, feeling sorry for herself.

As the sound of Mary Aram's sobbing colored the room, Amar Mea Malawi could hear the soft murmurs of Miss Patrice, the maid, trying to comfort and reassure the girl.

Amar Mea Malawi sat relaxing on the balcony, he closed his eyes and savored the wine while reminiscing about his beautiful time with Mary Aram on the bed. And than the man would smile as he lost himself in his fantasies.

That pussy is so fragrant, so passionate of the soul arousing!

"Miss Patrice is reliable," Amar Mea Malawi pricked up his ears to hear what all the fuss was about.

["Young Mistress is very fortunate, young master Mea Malawi made his choice for young Mistress. Many beautiful women came to this house seeking the young master's attention, but Patrice's mistress never met them."]

["What luck? Don't you know how it feels when your master's big, long, hard sharp weapon pierces me? It hurts so much! It almost takes my breath away."]

["Young Mistress, most importantly, young master's love for young Mistress is great."]

Mary Aram cried again, until she coughed.

["The pain is still sore and stiff."]

"Oh poor thing! How big and long is my sharp weapon?" Amar Mea Malawi smiled and closed his eyes. His hand unconsciously grazed his own penis.

["Young Mistress, it might hurt the first time, but with time you will get used to it. Even Young Mistress will miss Young Master."]

["How can you miss your master? That man is very heavy and his growl is very noisy."]

When he heard Mary Aram's words, Amar Mea Malawi burst out laughing.

He sipped his wine while gazing at the sparkling city lights of St. Martin, which were as beautiful as jewels.

"Young Master, young mistress is ready for dinner," Miss Patrice called out.

"Ah Miss Patrice thank you," Amar Mea Malawi snapped out of his reverie.

The man went back into the room, he found Mary Aram sitting on the bed looking down. The girl continued to cry beating herself.

"Too much! It's too much! I can't take care of myself," sobs of anger broke the silence of the room.

"We have become one body. I am you, and you are me," Amar Mea Malawi lifted Mary Aram's chin, "So there is no point in you holding on to your anger."