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THE BEAST PEOPLE: Betrayal and Love in the Shadows of War

"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!" ................................................................................................................................................................... " ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said ................................................................. *** MATURE CONTENT*** warning After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her. As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response. The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed. ........... " come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding " no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

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Chapter 39 Continued: Whispers in the Shadows

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Prince Rogba entered the dimly lit cell, a mixture of determination and curiosity etched on his face. He confronted the enigmatic magic user who had wreaked havoc in the kingdom.

"How dare you," the magic user retorted, his voice laced with defiance. "Who are you?"

"I am Rogba," the prince replied, his tone firm.

The magic user hesitated before revealing, "I am Ìjì."

Prince Rogba frowned. "Ìjì? The wind that steals from towns and villages? That can't be your true name. Where are you really from?"

"I am from nowhere," the magic user responded curtly.

Prince Rogba wasn't convinced. He noticed tribal marks on the man's face, marks that hinted at an origin in the Ijebu kingdom. "Your tribal marks reveal your true identity. Denying it only means you were banished from Ijebu for a serious offense. You joined bandits in Ibadan, invaders who pose a threat to our kingdom. Tell me, why are you here, and how did you enter our kingdom unnoticed?"

"I am Ojo," the man confessed, a sense of resignation in his voice. "I left the kingdom with my bandit group, known for smuggling and other illicit activities. We were en route to Ìbàdàn when a dispute among us led to a split. On our journey, we were captured by slave merchants. Despite our elaborate plans, I managed to escape. I stumbled upon this nearby kingdom, entered through the Resting Forest, and that's how I ended up here."

" you didn't encounter any strange being?" prince Rogba ask " no but a feel a bad force coming in " the man answer

Prince Rogba continued his interrogation. "How long have you been in this kingdom?"

"Only one moon," Ojo replied.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the kingdom, Sewa worked diligently, packing the fifth prince's belongings. Her annoyance was palpable as she labored.

"Won't you help?" Sewa questioned, her tone curt, as the fifth prince lent a hand.

"We need to talk," Sewa said abruptly, her expression unreadable.

"Olaitan, go meet Ifafunto," she instructed her daughter, who hurried off to find Ifafunto.

"What's the meaning of this?" Sewa inquired, her frustration evident. "I thought you were here to live with your daughter, not to take her away from me."

The fifth prince attempted to reassure her. "Fear not; I have no intention of taking her away."

"I don't care about your intentions, but I cannot simply hand my daughter over to you. You know our traditions, and we cannot allow you to live here without us being married," Sewa stated firmly.

"Are you proposing marriage?" the fifth prince inquired.

"Marriage?" Sewa scoffed, her tone sharp as she continued to arrange his belongings. "Marriage is out of the question. We have only one room here, and perhaps I'll have to arrange the hen's cage for you."

The fifth prince's eyes widened in surprise, left to grapple with Sewa's unexpected reaction and the implications of her words.

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