"This is my gift," Orion murmured to himself, his gaze shifting to a small pack of soil at his feet. With a simple kick, he sent the soil tumbling into one of the holes, filling it up with a satisfying crunch.
As he watched the soil settle, a bright expression spread across Orion's face, his lips curving into a wide smile. "This is my gift," he repeated, each word carrying a sense of pride.
"But there has to be more to it, right?" Orion mused, an idea suddenly sparking in his mind. Without hesitation, he bent down and stretched out his hand, scooping up a handful of clay soil from the ground.
Taking a step back, Orion brought his head back and generated a large amount of spit in his mouth. With a swift forward motion, he spat onto the soil in his hand before proceeding to mould it into a ball shape. Throwing the ball upwards and catching it with his right hand, he took a deep breath, focusing on the strange energy that seemed to be flowing through him and into his hands.
"Crackle!" Suddenly, Orion's right arm was enveloped in a web of dense, bright blue electrical currents, crackling with raw power. The arcs spread upwards, engulfing his fingers and the moulded clay ball in his hand. Without hesitation, Orion threw his right arm forward, unleashing the ball with a burst of electrifying energy.
The moment the ball was covered with the electric arcs, it shot forward like a bolt of lightning, hurtling towards the ground with incredible force. As it collided with the earth, there was a deafening "Boom!" and the ground shook beneath Orion's feet. The ball tore through the soil, leaving scorched marks in its wake.
Orion couldn't help but grin in amazement. This was his gift, and it was more powerful than he ever could have imagined. With each passing moment, he felt the strange energy flowing through him, filling him with a sense of awe and exhilaration. The possibilities were endless, and he couldn't wait to explore them all.
However, as Orion surveyed the terrain around him, he couldn't help but notice the small but significant damage he had caused. Despite his initial inclination to linger, he chose to make a quiet and unobtrusive exit.
While he knew he could easily explain away the altered terrain as a result of accidentally awakening his gift, the thought of getting caught left him feeling tired as he wasn't the mood for an interrogation. Besides, the once bright sky had now dimmed, a reminder of how much time and energy he had spent outside. With a sense of exhaustion creeping in, he made the conscious decision to head back home and rest for the evening. After all, he had finally achieved what he had set out to do.
And now that he had gained an understanding of the nature of his gift and its immense potential, the only remaining challenge was to test the boundaries and discover how far he could push it.
...…
After an incredibly fruitful day, I pushed open the door to our humble abode, eager to catch my breath before Reena's return. Today was the day I planned to propose to her, and I needed to gather some strength back, as I was certain she would crave the same electrifying passion that our mother had experienced after watching us twice in action, with my throbbing shaft penetrating and exploring her soaked pink hole. So, I wanted to be fully prepared for the pleasures that lay ahead.
Upon entering, Gina's voice greeted me with a start, "You're back?" I nodded in response, then questioned, "Where's Mom?".
Gina's mischievous grin appeared as she pointed towards the backyard and teased, "She's working, but still trying to stay mad at you." With a dramatic pause, she added, "In fact, she's already come up with her own revenge for you. She insisted that you'll have to fetch water from the well this evening as soon as you get back."
I playfully raised an eyebrow at Gina's words, imagining my mother's determined scowl and the effort it must be taken to maintain it all day. Chuckling to myself, I strolled towards the room to retrieve the fruits. As if sensing my intentions, Gina piped up, "Hey, the clay pot and kalna fruit are behind you." She gestured towards the door, and I followed her lead, twisting my head to catch a glimpse of the clay pot resting right beside it
Gina added, "Mom instructed me to leave it there so that you wouldn't come to the backyard and disturb her while she's working." She finished with a sly grin, and I nodded, understanding the game our mother was playing. "Alright," I responded loudly, making sure our mother could hear me from the backyard. "Just let Mom know that she's too beautiful to ruin her face by scrunching it up like that."
A boisterous snort reverberated in my head as I picked up the clay pot and made my way out the door, ensuring to close it quietly behind me.
Making my way towards the well, I couldn't help but overlook the fact that my mother was simply trying to regain the dignity I had stripped from her by playfully slapping her buttocks. Rather than feel frustrated with her stubbornness, I was filled with a newfound energy as I anticipated seeing Fiona, the well woman, and possibly even deepening our connection. While I had originally planned to approach her tomorrow morning before heading to the village chief's compound, what was stopping me from enjoying her company today and again tomorrow, letting her suck on my penis and savour my sweet semen?
After what felt like an eternity of walking, I finally arrived at the well. But, as I had anticipated, a long line of other villagers had already formed, each eagerly waiting for their turn to fetch water before heading back to their huts.
Finding a spot at the end of the line, I joined the queue and waited patiently for my turn.
