Zimele's POV
Rage. That is all i felt when i looked at my parents. It felt strange to even refer to them as that. They felt like people that just merely gave birth to me. I was not raised by them. The palace maids and guards raised me. My teachers at my old schools raised me more than my parents ever did. All they wanted me to be was the perfect token prince of the kingdom. Which is why they were forcing this lady down my throat. I could not believe they had the audacity to invite the lady over for dinner as if i had agreed to their deal. It did not help that my girl who right now had to act like my "friend" was right across me on this table, watching this lady try to gain my attention.
I made sure to keep eye contact with Zama, for as long as i could, only breaking it to look at my parents and responding to their small talk efforts. I just wanted to finish this whole thing and bury myself inside my girl's pussy. That was also another problem. I usually craved Zama at all times of the day but right now it felt stronger. I started feeling this way when we were about an hour away from home and i thought it was because i had not done anything with her since three days ago. Right now it was getting worse. My dick was literally throbbing and i could not distract myself no matter how hard i tried.
"So what have you decided my son?"
I hated my mother at this point. I am their daughter but for their own selfish reasons, they want me to live a lie.
"Bengicela ukunitshela ekuseni isinqumo sami Ndlovukazi. Okwamanje ngikhathele. Mina no Zamani sibe nohambo olutho. Naye futhi ngiyacabanga uyafuna ukuphumula. Usendaweni angayijwayele futhi angifuni athi efika nje ezobona la engisuka khona sibe sesimxina ngezindaba ezikanje. (May i please tell you my decision in the morning my Queen. For now i am tired. I just want to rest as me and Zamani had a long trip coming here. I am sure he also wants to rest. He is in a new place and i do not think it is a good idea to discuss such heavy topics from the get go.)"
The King and Queen seemed to share a glance.
"Kulungile mntanami. Vele sesilinde amaviki amabili, angeke sahluleka ukulinda amahora ambalwa.(That is alright my child. We have been waiting for two weeks, we can wait for a couple of more hours.)"
"Ngiyabonga Ndlovukazi. Bengisacela nikhombise usisi wabantu indlela, mina ngisayokhombisa umngani wami igumbi lakhe lokulala. (Thank you my Queen. Please show the lady out, i am going to show my friend where he will be sleeping for now.)"
"Akunankinga. Nilale kahle bantwana bami. Siyajabula ukukwazi Zamani. Sithembe kusasa uzobe usujwayele ungasasabi ukusikhulumisa. (No problem. Have a good night my children. We are very pleased to meet you Zamani. Hopefully tomorrow you will be speaking to us, you will not be scared)"
My baby just gave both of them a tight lipped smile and slightly bowed. I slightly bowed as well and led the way as we made it back to my side of the palace. The hallway seemed like it was even longer this time. Zama did not miss a step, she was right on my heels as well. From how fast she was, i could tell she was about to talk my ears off about the lady's behaviour at the dinner table. We made it inside the room. I locked the door with the key and the bolt on the inside, just in case.
"Besengizomshaya ngaleliya plate we Zimele lomfazi wakho mbumbulu! (I was about to hit your pseudowife with the dinnerplate)"
"Baby yehlisa umoya... usehambile manje futhi nje mina angimfuni. Ngifuna wena kuphela. (Baby calm down. She has left plus i do not want her. It's you that i want.)"
She turned and entered the ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind her. I sat on the bed, figuring out that maybe she needed some time to calm down and freshen up. This woman would be the death of me. I would not be able to stomach her having to leave me or even her getting into trouble because of me. My dick was literally painful at this point. I loosened my pants and pulled it out. A few seconds later, i was masturbating to the thought of my lovely girlfriend while she was literally in the bathroom. Luckily for me, this part of the palace was far away enough from everyone that they would not hear her screams or moans. Only I would have the pleasure of listening to her unravel underneath or on top of me. When she reaches her high and all she can do is come crashing down back to Earth.
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Memorable Nights
RomanceFollow Zimele and Zama as they maneuver their romance through a world that prefers to see things as black and white. This is a romance book centered two masculine presenting African women. No hate will be tolerated. Do not report my book. All that i...