Me & My Lion Part 3 Complete Hausa Novel

Playful Intimacy and Tender Teasing
 
He lifted her from his chest with a smile. Without saying a word, he carried her to the bathroom himself, bathed them both, then brought her out and laid her on the bed. He climbed onto the bed too, without covering either of them, and pulled her close to him, because since morning she had been making soft, pampering little cries.
“Oh my Lusha, what is it now? After you did exactly what you wanted with Baby Fara,” he said, stroking her hair. It was as if she had been waiting for that—she smiled and cuddled into him, pretending she had to feel shy. He smiled too, then pulled her hand toward where the baby was and said, “Baby says, my Lusha, no one will stop you from loving her. But please, where did you get the name Baby Fara?” he asked, giving her a kiss.
 
Failusha laughed happily and said, “Allah, my lion, I love her. I gave her the name Baby Fara myself—she’s fair, isn’t she?”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Hm, so why do you love her?”
“Just because she fascinates me—she’s chubby and beautiful. And this roundness, I want to bite it, it’s so sweet,” she said, circling the tip of his manhood.
“Oh my Lush, that feels so good,” he whispered into her ear, clearly affected by what she was doing. She laughed as he said, “Allah, my lion, if you scream it suits you—please shout some more.”
“Scream? Bigger sweet?” he asked, widening his eyes.
“Yes, when you say, ‘Wayyo my Lushaa, it feels good, Mamina, Dadyna, I’m enjoying it, drink very well, you’ll finish my strength,’” she said, then covered her mouth in mock fear at her own words.
 
He stared briefly, surprised, then laughed loudly when he saw how she got scared, flicking her nose playfully. “Tufa, it’s me who said that, my angel—no bad intention,” he said, trying to calm her. He succeeded, and she laughed happily. “Allah, Yaa Shattima, the way you say it is very nice; I really like it.”
“Oh my angel, of course I’ll say it since it suits you. I’ll keep saying ‘wayyoo buranaa,’” he added, mimicking her voice playfully.
“Yeee, my lion, say it again, let me hear,” she said laughing.
He gave her a teasing look. “Only if you let me drink your breast milk, then I’ll say it again.”
“Shattima, you’re such a naughty boy,” she said, pretending to be shocked, then stepped back and spread her arms—she was naked, and her full breasts were exposed. She looked at him, and he stared back with desire. In a soft, teasing voice she said, “My lion, come and drink—am I refusing you? Nothing is stopping you,” lifting her chest toward him.
 
Rising Passion and Overwhelming Sensation
 
“Oh my God, Lusha, so beautiful. I love them so much, baby—let me drink just a little,” he said, already lost.
“Yes, my lion, just a little,” she said, pressing his head to her nipple. He eagerly latched on, squeezing one with his hand and exhaling deeply. She arched, pushing her hips toward him, moaning, “Washh, my lion, it feels so good. Drink well, I’m enjoying it. Please keep sucking, Yaa Shattima—there’s so much pleasure. Wayyoo, my breasts, ahhhh…”
“Oh my Lush, I’m enjoying it too—your breasts are like sweets, like honey,” he said, returning his mouth to them.
“Uhnm, uhnm, my lion.”
“Umm, my Lush,” he answered with a low groan.
 
She called him again, teasingly, “Uhnm, washh, my lion.”
“Umm, my angel, what pleasure?”
“Wayyoo, so much pleasure, my lion—drink well. Uhnm. Wayyoo, Yaa Shattima, you touched my back there’s something coming out with an itch,” she cried, overwhelmed by the intense sensation from the way he was sucking.
 
Quickly, Lieutenant Musayyeer slid his hand down, spread her legs, and placed his fingers there. “Oh my God, Lusha, sweet liquid—wayyoo my watermelon,” he said, pushing his finger inside. She screamed from the pain at first, but the pleasure from what he was doing to her nipples kept her from pulling away. He focused intensely, his whole body trembling, moving his fingers expertly inside her while still sucking her breasts.
 
She let out a powerful cry, arching back as the pleasure shot through her mind, losing herself. “Wayyoo, Yaa Shattima, my body—something is happening, I’m feeling pleasure. Wayyoo, Dadyna, my lion, what is this inside me?” she cried, gripping his hand tightly, pressing it deeper as if she would faint if he stopped. He increased the pressure, faster and harder, sucking as if to draw everything out. She screamed again, clutching him. “Wayyoo, Yaa Shattima, I’ll die—this thing will kill me. Wayyoo, it’s pleasure,” she cried in a strange voice, spasming against him, soaking his hand.
 
She collapsed against him, her body going limp and cold, having never felt anything like it in her life. As her body stopped shaking, she pressed closer to him and began to cry softly.
 
Aftermath, Reassurance, and Devotion
 
Panicked, he lifted her slightly. “My… Lush… are you okay? What happened?” he asked, his voice breaking—Allah knew how loudly she had screamed. She didn’t answer at first, just cried quietly, then called softly, “My lion.”
“Uhmm, my Lush, what happened?”
“It wasn’t you before—this thing was already in me, but now it’s gone.”
“Oh, sorry my Lush, was it me? I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you,” he said gently.
 
She pouted stubbornly. “No, you must make it up to me—I won’t agree otherwise.”
“Oh, oh, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you now. Come, drink this,” he said, his body trembling as he pressed her mouth to his own nipple. She grabbed him and began to suck.
“Oh yes, my angel, drink well,” he groaned, holding himself. “I’ll make it up to you now—because of that Baby Fara,” he added, pressing himself against her.
 
The pleasure overwhelmed him as she continued, her hands moving over him, exploring with delight. When she traced him just right, he stiffened sharply and cried out, nearly fainting. “You’ll kill me, I swear—my body, my pleasure, it’s too much. It’s coming now, Lush. I’m coming,” he said, shaking violently as release took him.
 
He held her tightly, breathing hard, feeling a deep calm wash over him like nothing he had ever known. Smiling from his heart, he kissed her ear gently and whispered, “Thank you so much, my Lusha. May Allah bless you, my dear. You are my love, my joy—one woman worth a billion to Lieutenant Musayyeer Mahbub Shattima. Truly, you are the light of Muhammad Shattima’s life.”
 
He finished speaking, lay beside her, pulled her close, and closed his beautiful eyes for a while before continuing…