Su-yeon and Kopi's Dance
Su-yeon swayed her body before the flames.
The drumbeats grew faster and more furious. She answered them by throwing her body into wider, freer arcs.
Her black dress clung to her, soaked through with sweat, molding itself to every curve. The full swell of her breasts stood out in sharp relief; the lines of her waist and hips were etched in silhouette against the firelight.
“Aola~! Aola~!”
The villagers chanted as they tightened the circle around her.
Su-yeon was lost in it now.
“Aola~! Aola~!”
She took up their cry. Her voice rose; her body moved with new abandon. Rhythm, heat, and the mounting fire in her own flesh were all that remained.
Her heavy breasts bounced in time with the drums.
“Aola~! Aola~! Aola~!”
She laughed and shouted louder still. The flames climbed higher, painting her face and chest a deep, living red.
“Aola~! Aola~!”
A man’s voice rose behind her. She turned her head and saw him—Kopi.
“Aola~! Aolraeyo~! Aola~!”
He stepped in close, pressing himself flush against her back. The hard plane of his chest sealed to her spine; his heat poured straight into her skin.
Hmm… it’s the festival, after all…
She flinched for a heartbeat, then remembered the celebration and chose not to mind.
“Aola~! Aola~!”
Locked together, they moved as one. Her hips ground back against him; what she found there began to swell. The thickening length of him pushed hard against the thin barrier of her panties, grinding against the soft entrance of her pussy as if it meant to tear the fabric aside. Hot. Unyielding.
“Haa… ola~! Haa… ola~!”
She panted the chant between ragged breaths. With every beat the pressure continued; her pussy grew slick in moments, soaking the cloth between her thighs. Even through the thin cotton the heat and weight were overwhelming. She pressed her legs together and trembled.
She bit her lip to kill the moan rising in her throat, but the louder the drums grew, the sharper the friction became.
Kopi’s hands closed around her waist.
“Aola~!!!!! Aola~!!!!! Aolraeyo~!!!!!”
He roared the chant and drove his thick cock against her with deliberate, merciless strokes.
“Haa… o… la…”
Her voice cracked into a moan. She tipped forward slightly, and the two of them found themselves standing in the shape of a rear entry. His cock slid deeper along the cleft of her pussy, rubbing hard.
Then a single, long drumbeat crashed out—kung—!—and the dance ended. The villagers threw up their arms with a single roar of delight.
“Waaaaah—!! Welcome~! Su-yeon!!!!”
Kopi released her waist and stepped back. Su-yeon sank straight down where she stood.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
She gulped air. Sweat ran from every pore; the excess slickness that had soaked her panties now traced shining paths down her inner thighs.
When the dancing was finished the people settled around the fire to share food. Su-yeon sat among them, laughing and talking while she ate grilled goat, mango juice, and the village’s special fruit.
Across the flames sat Kopi. Each time her eyes met his the memory of what had just happened flooded back, and heat rose in her cheeks.
…It was only the festival mood. It’s fine.
She soothed herself with the thought and pushed another piece of meat into her mouth. Whenever their gazes locked her heart gave a small, traitorous leap, yet she forced a smile and looked away.
When the meal ended people drifted off one by one. Su-yeon rose and started toward her own Takienta. Kopi rose with her and walked at her side.
“Kopi… about that tea and the tree bark earlier… I’d like a little more. The scent is so lovely… it calms me completely… I want to burn some myself.”
She spoke carefully.
So Su-yeon wants it of her own free will… the old woman’s plan will go more easily than I thought…
Kopi smiled softly at her words, then answered in a low, gentle voice.
“I’ll brew the tea for you every day. Don’t worry. The bark is in my Takienta. Shall we go there together so you can take some?”
“Yes… please…”
They walked to Kopi’s Takienta. He went inside, drew the bark from a jar, and broke off a single night’s portion. Then he stepped back out and placed it in her hands.
“This should be enough to burn tonight. Put a little in a bowl with some dry grass and light it. If you need more, just say the word.”
“Thank you…”
Su-yeon dipped her head in quiet gratitude. Kopi walked her all the way to the door of her own Takienta.
“I truly enjoyed today. I look forward to knowing you better, Su-yeon.”
“So do I… Please look after me from now on.”
They stood a moment longer, eyes meeting, then exchanged light farewells. Kopi turned and disappeared into the night toward his own tower-house.
Su-yeon entered her Takienta, gathered a towel, bra, panties, and a change of clothes, and set off for the travelers’ shower a short walk away. She stepped inside, shut the door, and stripped. She laid the discarded clothes, the clean ones, and the towel on the shelf, then walked to the shower head.
“Shhhh—”
Cold water burst out in a hard stream, cool enough to wash away every trace of the day’s sweat and heat.
“Haa… that feels good…”
The icy rivulets ran down her face, throat, and breasts. She rubbed herself slowly clean, washing from crown to sole until her body felt light again.
She toweled off roughly, dressed, and returned to her Takienta. Climbing to the upper floor, she sat on the mat, placed a pinch of the bark Kopi had given her into a small bowl, mixed in a little dry grass, and set it alight. A soft, sweet fragrance began to unfurl through the room.
Su-yeon lay back on the mat and closed her eyes. The scent tickled her nostrils and loosened every muscle. The day replayed itself in a slow panorama: arrival in Koutammakou, the villagers’ welcome, Kopi’s hard body and warm smile… and tonight’s dance before the fire.
The moment he had pressed close behind her, the heat of his chest against her back, the thick length of him grinding against her pussy—every sensation returned with brutal clarity. Without thinking she pressed her thighs together.
…It was only the festival. Kopi and I… we were both just drunk on the rhythm.
She scolded herself, yet in a quiet corner of her mind the hard heat and pressure kept flickering back to life.
The fragrance sank deeper. Warm and hazy, she surrendered to it and drifted into sleep.
Su-yeon lay in the bedroom of their apartment, eyes closed. Min-jun was beside her.
“Su-yeon… it’s been a while. Shall we?”
His voice was low and rough. He pulled her by the waist and shoved her dress roughly up her body. She startled, yet his hands did not feel unwelcome; she yielded.
In one swift motion he stripped away bra and panties, leaving her completely bare. When she tried to curl in on herself he forced her thighs wide and covered her with his weight.
She opened her eyes and saw the man rising above her. From the neck down his skin had already turned a deep, dark black. Arms and legs were the solid, rich color of an African man.
“Oppa…? Oppa, your skin… what’s happening? Your arms… your legs… they’ve gone black…!”
She cried out in shock. Min-jun only smiled, unconcerned.
“It’s the same as always. What are you talking about?”
He set the rigid head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy and drove it in with one brutal thrust.
“Thuk——!”
“Aaaah——!!”
She arched hard, screaming. Something far too large and scalding rammed all the way to her womb in a single stroke. Min-jun began to pound her with rough, relentless hips.
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
“Haaang! Oppa… too… hard… aaang!”
She clung to his back, lifting her hips to take him. His rhythm grew faster, rougher.
Then his entire body finished the change—face, chest, arms, legs—everything became the deep black of an African man. Not only the skin, but the flesh itself thickened into heavy, powerful muscle.
Su-yeon stared up at the transformed face in wide-eyed shock.
“Who… are you…?”
In that instant Min-jun shuddered and flooded her deepest place with thick, heavy seed.
“Haaaaang——!!”
A violent climax ripped through her; her body shook and shook.
And the dream broke.
Su-yeon sat bolt upright, gasping—“Haa… haa…” Cold sweat soaked her from head to toe; her panties were drenched through.
She covered her face with both hands and fought for breath for a long time.
Then a familiar voice floated in from outside the Takienta.
“Su-yeon~ It’s morning. I brought you tea.”
It was Kopi.