Shouts of war and victory rose from the streets. I turned to the window, still dazed and more confused than ever. Ark lay down beside me, emptied.
"What was that?" I asked, afraid of his reaction.
"You don't understand? It was you," he answered enigmatically.
"What does it mean?" I asked, this time irritated by his vagueness. He turned to me:
"This is my power: I can take the power that emanates from a woman's orgasm. And when I come, I can store it and distribute it to my people. I am the sole heir of the ancient power of the Ozaa; as long as they keep me in power, I can make them stronger. It seemed that this power had died out - instead here I am." I looked at him with eyes and mouth wide open. Little by little all the dots connected in my head. I sat up and accused him:
"This is black magic. You can't use it." He shrugged, as he relaxed on the bed:
"It's not black magic, it's an ancient legacy. I didn't have to learn anything." I felt exploited, as if I had betrayed my people and all the other countries, bringing them closer to the destruction by the Ozaa. But one thing was immediately clear to me:
"You used a spell on me, right? You bewitched me." He turned to me surprised:
"You noticed? Strange because it only took a little push to convince you." My cheeks turned red with embarrassment and anger:
"You're just a dirty deceiver." He chuckled:
"Don't be so offended - A few minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you." I looked at him outraged, anger rising in my veins - But maybe he was right. His power increased every time he made a woman come. But did it always have to be a different woman? Was there a limit to all this? I had to find a way to defeat him but the more I thought about it the more impossible it seemed. What could be easier than asking a man to have as much sex as possible? As I reasoned, I noticed that he was watching me carefully. He seemed bored yet I saw a movement on the covers above his genital area. If he thought about round two he was very wrong. This time I would not give in, I would not let him win. He suddenly got up from the bed and covered himself with a robe and - as if he were reading my mind - he explained:
"However, I have several weaknesses: the power I gain from the women I sleep with is temporary and is highly dependent on the willingness of the Ozaa to receive it. As soon as they no longer desire revenge, they will no longer need it and will stop wanting it. At that point I will withdraw without protest. I am not a politician, I am a warrior. My power has only reemerged in times of need for my people and will vanish along with the needΒ».
"The need is long over. You have eliminated poverty and expanded enough. It is time to stop," I warned him.
"That is not up to me. I will stop when my people decide. Besides, we are only giving you back what you deserve," he commented, disinterested. I stood up too, combative:
"No one deserves this much violence nor to be imprisoned and killed!".
"We did not deserve to be ignored when we were starving either. Now war is what you got," he challenged me. I got into a fighting stance: Ark had to be stopped. His thirst for power would not cease even after conquering the entire continent. And it was too easy for him to gain more power.
"You can't beat me, I told you. Don't make me hurt you," he warned me. I felt like he could easily sweep me away, but that didn't stop me, confident in my strength. I took a running start and punched him in the chest. My hand slowed down before touching his chest just to remain suspended in the air; immediately he took my wrist, turned me on my back and pressed me on the bed with one hand. I tried to free myself but his grip was like iron and his weight on my back prevented me from getting up. I struggled weakly and then I felt something hard and hot against my butt. Ark panted above me:
"When you act like a warrior like this, you only turn me on, little Fon".
"No! This time you won't fool me", I shouted. He let me go without warning.
"My weakest point is another: there are few women who please me and even fewer who make me come. You must have understood that if I don't come after a woman, I can't draw any power. And as if that wasn't enough, I get bored after the first fuck. That's why I need a continuous selection of women. The usual practice is to have sex, have a chat and erase their memory. So they can go home without sharing my secret. But you're different. No woman had ever excited me this much and - above all - continued to do so," he told me. I looked at him again, confused:
"What do you want from me? Do you really think that I will help you spread more blood and destruction?".
"Think about it: you will have everything you desire. The riches of the Ozaa will be yours too. You will be my ally. Then one day, when the war is over, we will retreat in a lonely and beautiful house. All we have to do is fuck. I know how much you like it and you know it too. You may not think of anything else - only this," he said, taking my head with one hand and bringing it closer to his hard penis. I kissed it softly, enticed by his proposal. Every day, at any moment, I could be filled and fucked by that penis. I would have wanted nothing more if it weren't for the fact that... He was deceiving me again and I was falling for it. I stepped back and tried to hit him in the balls, but he stopped my hand in mid-air: