Memorable Nights

Memorable Nights (13)

Zama’s POV

(Note: Fuze* is a clan name. I cannot translate that)

“So babe, you want to continue where we left off earlier this morning?”

Having her shower with me was a grave mistake. We were going to bed now since it was already evening and we had to wake up early tomorrow for the drive back to campus. I could already feel her against my eveready pussy. My legs were five-to giving away because of how much we had had sex in the past 24 hours but I knew I still yearned for her. She just ignited a flame inside me every single time she touched me. I wanted her to burn me every single time.

“Baby, don’t… I am still sor-.”

That went over her because she was inside me before I could even finish the sentence. My eyes rolled back instantly because of how good she felt and how much she filled me up. My pussy was always ready for her for sure and she enjoyed how my body reacted to being touched by her.

“You do know you’re mine right babygirl?”

I knew that. All that escaped my lips was a blubbering mess of moans and gasps from her moving in and out of me.

“You know that I am yours as well, right my love?”

I knew that as well. She was doing this on purpose. In this position of me being bent over inside the shower with her moving in and out of me, I could not form a single coherent sentence. She was enjoying every moment of this. Watching me take all the pleasure she was making me feel and not even be able to say anything to her. She loved being in control and I loved it as well.

“Answer me baby, you know that right?”

I nodded aggressively, still unable to answer her with words.

“Words mama, I need words.”

As soon as I opened my mouth to say yes, she pushed back into me even more, hitting my spot. My yes came out but as a moan. This earned a chuckle from her which soon turned into loud groaning as she picked up her pace, making me cum once more inside the shower. She came literally seconds later inside me. Her hands went around my waist to hold me up as she slid out of me. I could not stand for sure anymore.

“You broke my legs Zimele!”

“I did not hear you complaining though love”.

“How do you expect me to have coherent thoughts with you fucking me like it is your last day on Earth?”

Her laugh bounced on the shower walls making me smile as well. We cleaned our selves up again while I did my best to not let Zimele touch me because we would not make it to dinner with her parents. After we were done getting ready, we made our way to the dining hall where the dinner would be served.

The moment I stepped into the hall, I felt very uneasy. The feeling felt more than just me being nervous about her parents’ reaction. The one earlier in the throne room was definitely not one I was expecting.

Judging from how Zimele had described her parents to me, I was expecting them to throw me in jail or send me back and make Zimele quit school or something. Them being chilled was not what I expected. For sure, the Queen flipped out but it was more of mother-in-law-from-hell vibes than it was a mother who wanted her child to marry into royalty as she was royalty as well.

“Ndodana, Makoti, nize nifike bese silinde nina. (Son, daughter-in-law, you have arrived we were waiting for you.)

“Siyaxolisa Baba ngokuthatha isikhathi, besisabambekile kancane. (We are sorry Father for taking a while, we were still held up a bit.)”

“Noma ungasachazanga ndodana, ngiyabona imigqa yakho ivela kakhulu, ungafunga uyilambu. (No need to explain son, your marks are more vibrant right now. I could have mistaken you for a lamp.)”

I was looking down this entire time because I knew if I looked up, Zimele would give me the look and I did not want to be blushing on this dinner table. As much as I did not want to look at her and see her smug grin, I could hear her small laugh clearly.

The King said grace and a few minutes later, the only sound that could be heard was the silverware clanking on the plates.

“Manje ke Zimele usucabangisisile indaba yakho yomuntu ozomthatha? (So Zimele have you thought very well about the issue of you being married?)”

Way to break the silence, Queen. I lost my appetite, but I kept on poking the food on my plate just to not be rude in the presence of royalty. I heard the King clear his throat.

“My wife please. Our son has already found his chosen one.”

“Angeke ungitshele ukuthi uyavumelana nalo mbhedo! Uma engumaqondana wakhe kungani eyindoda-mfazi? Akakhethe okukodwa. (You can not tell me you agree with this bullshit! If she really is his chosen one, then why is she a manwoman? She must choose one.)”

“With all due respect, my Queen, I am a woman. Angifuni ukuba wumuntu wesilisa. (I do not want to be a man.)”

“Then you must wear the appropriate clothing for women! Do not compete with my son.”

“Ma, you will not speak to the future Queen like that.”

She sounded mad.

“My Princess, it-it’s fine. I can just lea-“

“It is my Prince, you dull head. You cannot even get that right.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and mumbled a low “sorry My Queen.” My chair was pulled back and I felt Zimele grab me, pulling me up. Judging by her tight grip, she was no loner just mad. She was fuming. She dragged me along until we reached the bedroom. Soon as we were inside, I could not stop my tears anymore.

“Shhhh baby, baby please I will fix this just calm down.”

“But how Zimele? Your parents clearly hate me.”

“No no my love, the King accepted you remember?”

“He may have said that, but do you really think he meant it or because he was just scared the Queen Mother was channelling herself through my body just to justify our relationship to him? And also, how do you explain the marks I have? I am not supposed to have them!”

‘Okay Zama, I need you to be calm please. I am also trying to figure out things here and I have no idea why you have marks as well. If I did, I would have told you obviously”.

“I know, I know. I am sorry love… I am just worried. This will affect your relationship with your parents, and I do not want to be the wedge in between you and your parents.”

“I would choose you over my parents any day Zama. Trust me on that.”

I felt her hands on my cheeks, wiping over the tears that just would not stop flowing. My heart hurt, not only for Zimele but also for her kingdom. If her parents’ hostility towards me, this could wreak havoc for the kingdom.