Questions filled your mind. What these men were like? How many of them were there? Why did they feel the need to cover their bodies? What mystical arts did they actually wield? Were their abilities gifts from the gods? Or did their powers arise from demons? Did these beings have the same questions about your ebony skinned brethren? Were there also pale wom...
Another kick from inside broke you from your thoughts, legs buckling for a fraction of a second. Thankfully, you were able to catch yourself, chuckling and rubbing your belly again. With how impactful each blow from them was, their rowdiness, and your motherly instinct, you had reasoned the unborn child was male. He would surely be someone strong and brave, just like his father.
You swished your hair back, prepared to walk back to your hut to rest. Your soft green eyes widened, as you realized just how far you had walked: two dozen feet out from the village's exit easily. It wasn't far in general of course, but for a heavily pregnant woman with limited mobility such as yourself, it was something that you usually needed aid from someone else to achieve. "Oh my...such strong daydreams..." you muttered in your native African tongue - of course, no longer having knowledge of the English language or culture. You rubbed your cheek, looking to where you were absentmindedly wandering. The soft splashes of the river hitting the shore overtook the chatter from the village as it was in your line of sight. It was only another dozen or so feet away...well, it wasn't your traditional bathing hour, but you supposed it would be foolish not to while you were here.
Clasping your stomach for safety again, you continued forward. Your massive, round ass as dark as the night sky shook and jiggled. Your black, curled hair which reached said rear and below swayed in the light breeze. Your tits - large enough to smother your husband's face - bounced with the weight of your breastmilk. Your exposed pussy which had been loosened by your husband constantly pounding it and what would soon be used to bear your child. An ebony beauty in every regard and the only body you had ever known.
Well...so you thought, at least.
As you stepped into the soothing waves which already reached your belly button, you wondered. Not about the white man this time, but instead an idea the elders had discussed many times before: reincarnation. Despite hearing it frequently, it was something you never fully comprehended. The notion of being someone from a previous life and once passing on, going into a future life...for some reason it always gave you chills. What past knowledge was lost in the reincarnation cycle? What identity had you taken? What identity will you take? It was...
Another wave of kicks pushed you deep into the cold water. As you flung your body out from it, you put your beads to the riverbed and began to rub your soft, wet skin. "Ah...thank you, my child. You truly are a holy gift from the gods to provide me such mental aid already." You moaned out, ready to embrace your bath. Such thoughts shouldn't be around in a time for relaxation, after all...