Abandoning the West

Elizabeth smelled the exotic scents of the little open aired marketplace next to the embassy in Kismayo. Given the tragic history of Mogadishu, the powers that be elected to place the new embassy in support of the Democratic Alliance south of there, in Kismayo, a city located on the Indian Ocean. Itself a battleground in past civil wars, placing the embassy near the ocean provided the ability to flee easily, and it still gave Elizabeth ample exposure to a continent she'd dreamed about ceaselessly since she'd fallen for her slender, scarred African husband.

He spent most of his days in meetings now, trying to tame the more wild members of the coalition into cooperation. Some nights, it left him too tired even for Elizabeth's ministrations. But fortunately those nights were few and far between, as Yusuuf returned to the ambassador's suite, taking off his traditional Somalian garb, as Elizabeth unveiled herself.

Never had the importance of veiling one's beauty been more apparent than their sojourn here. Here, Elizabeth were her beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous ivory skin were the most exotic and valued thing around. Only Yusuuf was entitled to see her beauty. Only him. He inhaled sharply at her beauty, and she reached down, brushing her fingers over his scarred flesh as she exposed his long, dark cock.

He picked her up into his arms, stronger than he appeared, laying her down on the large bed in the Ambassador's suite. He hovered above her, and she felt the thick head of his cock push against her, finding purchase within, as he pushed inside her.

"Oh, my love ..." Elizabeth whimpered. Yusuuf's lips met hers, silencing her. And then he fucked her, as he always had and always would. Perfectly. Her African King had his Queen now, Africanized herself in his homeland. As her heels locked into his taut, muscular ass, she hoped he'd seed her in his homeland.