Chapter 5 IT IS NOT SO EASY TO CONCEIVE A CHILD

Khaled Hashimi

Seeing Alya, I couldn't help but notice her mother's eyes, which broke my heart. However, I knew that my daughter was completely mine, blood and soul. With all the habibi's infidelities, it wouldn't have been uncommon for my beautiful daughter to be someone else's.

"Dad, I was playing with Sathara, and I told her I wanted to have a little brother to play with. She replied that soon. Is that true? "

I blushed at my daughter's innocent question and nodded.

"Possibly, soon you will have many little brothers, my love."

"I like the idea. Everyone here has many siblings. My cousins have a lot of siblings, and I don't," she said, frowning as she squeezed my forehead, pouting tenderly.

I sighed and kissed her head.

"My love, when Allah will it, you will have your brothers. Now go to the maids, they will give you your food."

Alya kissed me on the cheek and ran to the maids. I went to my office, Osiris and Leah were waiting for me in the living room, both standing in front of me, wearing elegant gold and red suits. Osiris held a jug of water in her right hand and a towel on her left, while my third wife carried oils to give me a massage.

I felt my heart begin to corrupt. Many of the feelings I once held for the love of my life were fading. But my body, made of flesh and blood, still cried out for its needs.

"My King, you work hard. I want to wash your feet," Osiris said, reaching gently and reaching out to the sofa. Leah, with her gaze fixed on my eyes, pulled her copper hair into a high ponytail, which further highlighted her attributes.

"And I, my king, will give you a back massage." Sit down, please. Your wives are here to take care of you," she added, with a seductive smile.

I obeyed, leaning back in the large armchair. A little attention wouldn't hurt me, after all, they were my wives. However, just as I was starting to relax, the door to the large main room burst open, and Sathara appeared with an imposing presence. Her eyes were burning with anger, and her fists were clenched.

"The gentleman doesn't need them at this moment."

I rolled my eyes, why did she insist on complicating my existence?

"Sathara, my lord has worked all day to support our families. The least he deserves is a foot massage," Osiris interjected, calmly.

"It doesn't matter. I will give it to him," Sathara replied, firmly.

"But I also need to give him a massage," Leah grumbled, clenching her fists as if to hold back.

Sathara stared at them, and at that moment, it seemed that a demon had been unleashed within her.

"Do you forget who you're talking to? You are alternate wives. I'm your queen, so... Just walk away from it. Osiris, in the kitchen there are dishes to be washed and a dinner waiting to be prepared. And you, Leah, the employees' payroll is due tomorrow. Meet with the accounting department."

Leah, always defiant, dropped the massage oils on the table and confronted Sathara.

"Why don't you do it? Who do you think you are? " She threw at her with a challenging look.

"I am your queen, my dear third wife. Are you challenging me? "

Although I enjoyed the show as if it were a novel, I could not allow this to end in punishments. I got up from my chair and stood between them.

"They're not going to argue, much less for a massage." Leah, please obey. You are sweet and noble," I said softly as I took her chin and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed how Sathara was burning with jealousy, but I couldn't say anything. After all, Leah was also my wife, and Sathara wasn't supposed to have feelings for me.

Osiris approached, and in the same way, I took his chin, giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

Thus, I was left alone with Sathara.

"Well, I know there's no massage or foot washing. What do you want? " I said, looking into her eyes.

Sathara held my gaze. Her eyes seemed bluer than ever, and her lips, covered with a peculiar sheen, emanated a sweet aroma that made me imagine their taste. Her dress, strategically placed, had a slit in the chest that showed more than usual, and it was evident that she was not wearing a bra. The flesh of her breasts rose in front of me, tempting.

"I want to-" Her voice trembled. I want to give our family the heir we need to be happy. Today is the waning moon, and if we do it now, we could conceive of a boy, Khaled.

I was silent, trying to control my breathing, which had suddenly become agitated, and I felt a little nervous. I folded my arms and watched her again, trying to process what she was saying.

"What are you talking about, Sathara? We agreed that we would probably opt for vitro fertilization."

"No, I don't want to fall into sins. In addition, I respect traditions. Or tell me, am I not worthy to be made your wife? " She challenged me, feeling violated.

Suddenly, Sathara opened her dress and dropped it to the ground. I looked around; We were alone. Without saying a word, I took her arm, picked up her dress, and placed it back on her body.

"Let's discuss this in the room," I said, firmly.

She came up to me, practically stumbling, and confronted me completely angrily.

"Tell me, don't you think I'm as beautiful as the other wives? If I am not worthy of your love and passion, I would rather be hanged or hated in the community," she declared, her eyes shining defiantly.

"Sathara, don't talk like that. I don't want to hurt you, it's just that I wouldn't feel good being with you, because I don't love you," I replied, trying to stay calm.

Sathara took my hand and brought it to her bosom. Despite my efforts to resist, to refuse to accept that she was a truly spectacular woman and that her body was a fantasy was to deceive myself.

I closed my eyes, and as I felt the softness of her breast, a heavy air settled in my stomach. It was hard for me to breathe; I was a man beyond my celibacy, and between my legs, an undisguised lump began to grow.

"Tell me, Khaled Hashimi, am I unworthy?" She asked, again, her voice filled with desires, or I could say, gasps?

I withdrew my hand from her breast, my cheeks flushed and sighed.

"You will never be unworthy of any man. You're a really beautiful woman, Sathara, but I don't want to hurt you, please," I said, extending her dress to her again, but she threw it away.

"What if I tell you what I want?" Would you make me your wife? " Her voice grew softer, and temptation began to drive me mad. Despite my attempts to control myself, I couldn't resist. She no longer had anyone to be faithful to, and she had been loyal to a ghost for five years.

"What do you want?" I asked her as passion was invading my senses.

"I want you to make me yours and enjoy me. I'm ovulating, it's a waning moon, it's time," she said, slowly approaching.

Naked, she stood in front of me, hanging from my neck. I felt her hard nipples brush against the fabric of my shirt, and an electric current ran through my body.

"Can I touch you?" I asked, somewhat embarrassed.

"Touching me and more."

Sathara began to kiss me with a passion that made me lose track of time. Her lips were the most delicious I had tasted in years, a complete fascination that revealed itself to me. I couldn't resist; The first wife, the most rebellious of all, now wanted her to devour her furiously. I felt it in the movement of her lips, in the urgency of her caresses.

"Are you sure, Sathara?" I asked again, feeling my bulge stick out of the fabric of my pants, brushing against her bare pelvis.

"Completely sure. I want to have a child of yours because you are the king, and I am the queen. In the end, we must be for each other."

Sathara was right; everything could be simple if I set my mind to it. Despite my doubts, I knew that there was only one step from going from hate to love.

I couldn't waste how she devoured me. Her lips ran down my cheeks, down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt in a slow but steady motion. When my torso was completely exposed, she began to fiddle with the waistband of my cloth pants.

Her long nails brushed below my pelvis, and I felt like I wanted to faint... The first wife was beginning to plant something in me, something that I was loving, in a way that I couldn't ignore.