Amile The Queen

Chapter Seventy-Seven

***Langalethu Zulu***

Sweat is trickling down his back, down to his butt-crack. He's feeling the heat in his waist as he thrust back and forth, in and out, burying himself inside her warm slippery cookie. His fingers are digging deep into her waist, and he is on the brink of going insane from the softness of her skin, so delicate, so fresh, so beautiful.
If he could, he would get closer than he is, make sure that he never ever lets go of her body, her smooth skin that he wishes he could touch and caress all day and all night.
Her screams are sending him into a frenzy, he doesn't want her to stop, he wants this feeling so badly, and he's doing all he can to chase it, he's so close.
"MaQwabe!" he groans as he rams into her harder and harder.
"Cum with me mkami." he screams using his hand to stimulate her pleasure button.
She cried out in so much pleasure, and before he could ask again, she splashed her juices all over his thighs, leaving him alone to finish the race...
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He sat up, and felt all his blood rushing to his groin. He sits up, embarrassment washing all over him. He's too old to be having wet dreams, especially as intense as these. His manhood is throbbing so hard, the only way he can go back to sleep is by getting his release.
He gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom, and makes sure to close the door shut. He hasn't been with a woman for a while now, he's been abstaining ever since he found out about MaGumede from the dreams. It's not the first time he's having these dreams, they happened a lot while he was living at Thulisile's hut. She always aid it was the ancestors ways of connect the two of them, and she was right, whenever he woke up, it would always feel like she was sleeping right next to him, he could still feel her skin ever after he had woken up.
He really doesn't have the guts to do the things he does to her in his dreams in real life. Not only does he respects her, but he thinks she's a child. No matter what terms their relationship is on, it doesn't change the fact that she is young. He is afraid to do that to her, it will make him guiltier that he already is for taking away her life and her chance to explore. He wonders how these other men do it, he's too afraid to even share a bed with her.
They've been married for almost two months now, but they don't even share a bed. She seemed fine with it too, it was definitely a team decision. He just doesn't understand why he's having these dreams again, because he's done what he was supposed to do, he has married her, she's a Zulu by law and by tradition. He can't accept that it might be his mind, and not his ancestors.
When he was done jerking off, he dragged his feet back to his bedroom. He was startled to see her body curled up on the edge of the bed, hugging the covers like her whole life depended on it. The door was wide open and her slippers were on the floor. Confusion covers his face as he walks to the door to shut it first.
He then goes to kneel next to her and goes on to shake her lightly.
"Are you okay?" her eyes are tightly shut, she looks like she's in a deep sleep.
"MaGumede?" he calls her again, but she gives no response.
Since she's tugging on the duvet, he can't cover her with it. He goes to fetch a light blanket in the wardrobe and proceeds to cover her with it. When he is satisfied, he goes to his side of the bed and gets in. She's facing the opposite direction, she's sleeping facing the bottom, and he is facing the top. Maybe she was afraid of something in her room, but what could it be?
He sits with the thoughts dancing around his head until sleep overpowers him.
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He's disturbed by shuffling in the room. He shoots his eyes open when he remembers that he isn't alone. There she is, sitting up looking distraught, hugging the duvet close to her chest.
"What happened?" she's frantically looking around.
"You don't remember?" he asked her with a frown on his face.
Her eyes widened like saucers, and it was then that he realized that he asked the wrong question.
"No, I mean that..." he stuttered.
"We didn't do anything?" she asks, making sure the duvet covers every inch of her body.
"No, of course not." he defended.
She sighed. Is it not obvious though, she's literally on the other side of the bed.
"How did I get here?" she asked as she got out of the bed, and picked up the blanket on the floor to cover herself.
"I don't know, I should be asking you. I came back from the bathroom and found you curled up on my bed."
"That doesn't make any sense." nothing makes sense at this point, but he won't say it out loud. His is embarrassing.
"That is why I asked if you don't remember." he added.
"So you are saying I sleep walked to your bedroom?" she asked placing her hands on her hips.
He can't help but chuckle at the attitude she is giving him. He's not even offended, he thinks it's adorable.
"You clearly did. I know I didn't walk all the way to your room, pick you up and place you on my bed." she dropped her arms, along with the attitude.
"I'm sorry." she apologizes and looks away, embarrassment on her face.
"Don't apologize, I understand." he doesn't understand, but Thuli will, and he will ask her what the problem is with the both of them.