The afternoon sun beat down on the busy streets of Cape Town Africa. Melvin was a tall, lean white man in his mid thirties walking in his pilot uniform awaiting his plane to be ready for departure. He worked for the major airliners and was stuck until midnight while they readied his plane to head back home to the states. He was happy he wouldn't have to fly this route again for several months as the pilots alternated flying the route due to the long distance.
In the meantime while he waited he decided to walk the streets and maybe find something nice for his lovely wife for when he got back. As he walked he enjoyed the exotic smells of delicious grilled meats and the bustling marketplaces. The streets seemed to rap like a labyrinth as Melvin walked deeper into the Cape Town streets. His mind had recently been consumed at the thoughts of starting a family. They had been trying for many years but nothing seemed to take hold.
The sun had begun to set, letting him know he should turn around soon but deeper and deeper he unknowingly traveled. His mind was still consumed by the thought of starting a family. As his thoughts deepened, his steps seemed to guide themselves. He was far from the bustling marketplace and off the beaten path. He seemed to regain consciousness in the middle of a shadowed alley. At the end of the alley he was drawn to a small unassuming storefront. On approach the letters seemed to twist and writhe like living script reading "The House of Sin".
An imperceptible whisper called to him to enter the store. The provocative name drew him forward as his thoughts filled with sexual desires. It was a win-win he rationalized: getting to have sex with his wife, get her a gift and potentially get her pregnant.
Melvin hesitated at the entrance while the dim alley quiet surrounded him. His hand hovered over the door handle, as his rational mind told him to turn back and return to the safety of the familiar streets. However something else... a deeper, more primal urge propelled him forward and with a deep breath, he entered "The House of Sin".
The store was small, dimly lit and was filled with the sweet smell of incense. The interior was a labyrinth maze of shelves and racks, crammed with an array of sex toys, from vibrators and dildos to lingerie and fetish wear. With each step Melvin delved deeper into the shop all the while the oddities grew more taboo and eerie.
A wooden box was carved with symbols containing a set of silver and handcuffs and a leather flogger which seem to emanate something ancient.
A small porcelain figure of a naked woman with her limbs twisted into unnatural positions as if frozen in the throes of ecstasy imparting a silent scream.
A leather-bound book left open with strange symbols and diagrams of the human body with animalistic body parts, of tentacles, fur among other designs.
Eventually Melvin found himself in the far corner of the shop where an old dust covered counter stood. Behind the counter was an elderly black woman, her face hidden in shadows while her eyes seemed to glow faintly with an all knowing gaze.
"You're seeking something... more, aren't you?" her voice rasped
"I, uhhh, was just looking for something for my wife..." Melvin stammered
The woman chuckled, "Oh, I know what you're looking for."
The elderly woman turned and disappeared into the back room behind the counter. The sound of faint shuffling and the quiet hum of a distant drumbeat echoed in the shop.
Melvin stood there with a sense of uneasiness. The air felt heavier as if he was in the depths of the jungle. The atmosphere imparted an unspoken energy as his mind drifted again to his dream of starting a family. Part of him wanted to run but something held him. He knew all his answers lay within this shop.
After what felt like several hours, the woman returned. In her hands was an obsidian statue depicting a tall, powerful African tribal man. He had a commanding expression which exuded strength and masculinity. His body was sculpted with precision, each contour emphasizing his godlike form. Where his manhood would be was a detachable 8 inch obsidian dildo that was smooth and polished molding seamlessly into the figure's design.
The woman spoke softly, "This... is an African ceremonial fertility statue. It comes from a long line of traditions and for generations it has been used by those seeking to bring new life into the world. Each statue carries its own name and spirit, this one is Koda."
Melvin continued to stare at the statue feeling an odd pull toward it as it seemed to admit a quiet energy that was subtle but undeniable. With a moment of hesitation he hovered his fingers just above the surface which seemed to radiate something warm and something unsettling.
"This will help?" he asked.
The woman gazed into his eyes and spoke, "It has brought blessings to many but the spirit it carries is strong. It opens the heart, the body... and the soul. When someone is open to the spirit they begin to feel its pulse, its rhythms. Slowly and subtly... she will begin to change. This path will lead your wife to bearing a child"
Melivn stared at the large dildo clearly feeling out of his depth. "How... how exactly do we use it?" he asked hesitantly.
The old woman smiled knowingly and in a steady voice she spoke as if she had explained this countless times before. "When you are ready to begin, let her hold it and get familiar with its feel. The connection will begin as soon as it touches her intimate area. For the first three nights, have her use it alone and allow her body to adjust to its energy. It is important your manhood does not make contact with her these first three days to allow the spirit to awaken untouched and pure.
Melvin nodded as she continued on.
"Then after those first three nights, you should incorporate it during your intimate moments together. With each use she will feel drawn to it more and more, wanting it, even craving it. The bond between her and the spirit will grow with every use, becoming stronger. This uncontained desire is part of the ritual of awakening her fertility."
Her voice then took on a more serious tone. "The warning you must heed is those first three nights, you must not let your touch interfere. If your manhood touches her during those sacred nights, the spirit will react. The desire will grow in unexpected ways and manifest in unforeseen ways. Finally, above all things do not let your seed enter her womanhood during the sacred nights for then this blessing will be a curse"
Melvin swallowed while the gravity of her words settled into him. "Wait... What do you mean by that?"
The woman's gaze remained steady upon him as she leaned forward and more quietly said "The spirit will seek to claim her fully if disturbed during the first three nights. It will bind itself to her and the spirit will become one with her. Be careful for once it takes hold it will continue to grow within her. Just follow the routine and keep your distance. She will desire you more, so you must be careful"
"And if I follow the routine?"
The woman smiled faintly. "Then the process will unfold as it should. With each use she will feel the power of creation grow within her and your seed will take hold in her fertile womb."
Melvin stood there trying to absorb everything the woman had said. He hesitated all while is mind was filled with the thoughts of his wife, their struggle to conceive and the mystic power the woman described.
"How much for it?" he asked breaking the silence
The woman tilted her head and gave a cryptic smile. "This is a gift. The spirit chose you."
Melvin blinked "A gift?"
"Yes, this is something that can not be bought. Use it wisely and your dream will be fulfilled. Remember my instructions... This is no ordinary gift. Honor the spirit and it will honor you."
"Alright, I will take it." Melvin finally said.
The woman smiled and began wrapping the statue cloth. Then carefully she placed it in a small wooden box that was intricately carved symbols.
She handed him the box and said "May the spirit Koda serve you well and remember to heed my warnings for what you invite into your home has a way of staying."
Melvin nodded to the woman as the weight of the box settled into his hands seeming heavier than he expected. With a final look around the shop he turned and exited "The House of Sin".
Melvin stood in the dim alley, holding the wooden box in his hands. The woman's words still echoed in his mind but he couldn't help but feel a little foolish. A fertility statue with a spirit? Really? He chuckled to himself. The whole superstitious thing seemed like an over the top sales pitch to scare people into taking her extra stock. But still the woman seemed so serious and theatrical with her delivery.
Anyway a gift was a gift and if it made the wife happy, maybe got her in the mood, it would all be well worth it. The idea of it spicing up their sex life crossed his mind the moment he saw the statue. The whole "spirit" thing was nonsense but the statue itself looked expensive and the detachable dildo was clearly meant for more than decoration.
"If this works out, I'll be getting a lot more than just a family," he thought as he made his way back to the streets of Cape Town.
The time grew closer to his midnight flight home as Melvin made his way through the streets back to the airport. The air was much cooler and the city seemed to take on a more tranquil calm. Eventually he arrived at the airport and made his way to the gate to fly back home to the states. He placed the box securely in the pilots overhead compartment and readied the plane's systems for take off. With the airplane being fully boarded he spun up the engines, guided the plane to the tarmac and took off into the night sky.
On the flight back all he had was his copilot and his mind to keep him company. Him and the copilot talk for a good portion but there is only so much you can talk about on a flight as long as this. With the quiet his mind lingered back to the woman's words.
"No touching for three nights."
"No manhood touching."
"Let her and the spirit bond"
"No seed in her womanhood during the sacred nights"
It all seemed like stuff out of a bad romance novel. He figured he would give the statue to his wife, have a laugh about it, have her maybe use it. But the warning lingered... "No seed in her womanhood during the sacred nights" He smirked, he wasn't sure what kind of curse the old woman was referring to but he wasn't worried. The worst case scenario would be having a laugh about how ridiculous this all was.
Still, there was something that stuck with him, the craftsmanship and the detail seemed too well made. The way it radiated warmth and the way the woman spoke of it...
