Two-Spirit

Chapter 33

"Ama!" A voice along with knocks at hut door wakes us both from our sleep.

("Yes?!") Ama says back sleepily.

The door opens to Yona, with a small smile.

"Inola has had the child, a boy. She wants you both to meet him."

Hearing that we both stand without further say. I am excited to meet Yona and Dakota's child. Just as I am happy for Yona, as she has been eager to meet him to no surprise.

"She had a boy?" I smile, happy for Inola as I slip on my shoes while Ama does the same next to me.

Yona nods. "She did."

"Has she chosen a name?" Ama asks before I can.

Yona shakes her head. "As of yet, no. She is waiting for you both to be present. So come, let's not keep them waiting."

Having finished putting on our shoes me and Ama follow Yona to Inola and Dakota's home.

We make it to the hut and enter, there only a few people besides Inola and Dakota. The rest I recognize as they're friends and family.

Inola sits beside Dakota on their bedding holding their child, wrapped in a blanket.

"Come see him." She motions us over and we walk over.

Now having a closer look, I see he then both in him. A beautiful child they have, his dark eyes are open as he looks around in wonder.

"He's beautiful." I smile and Ama agrees.

"Would you like to hold him?"

I hum and take a seat, Ama sitting beside me.

Gently Inola hands him over to me. I carefully hold him in my arms being sure to keep his head slightly up.

"Do you know what you wish to name him?" Ama asks as she looks over down at him.

She looks at him with love and care. I know she will be a great mother to our children.

Inola looks to an elderly woman standing across the room with an elderly man, I recognize them to the elders of the clan. I think the woman's name is Leotie and the man's Galilahi.

("Not as of yet, What should his name be Elisi?")

I recognize Elisi as the word for grandmother, something I remember from Ama teaching me Tsalagi.

("Chaske, as he is your firstborn.") The old woman gives a wrinkled grin.

Inola's smiles and it seems a bit watery. ("That was fathers name.")

The woman seems teary eyed as well. ("I think it only right to honor your father.")

("I agree.") Dakota speaks.

Inola nods and looks to me and Ama. "His name is Chaske."

"You hear that, Chaske." I say sweetly as I smile down at him before turning to Ama.

"Would you like to hold him?"

She nods. She seems almost nervous to hold him as I hand him off to her, it's sweet, how delicate she treats him.

We spend a few hours talking and admiring Chaske. Eventually, the only people left in the hut with the two newly parents are me, Ama and Yona. We decide to leave Inola and Dakota to have time alone with their child.

We part ways from Yona and hold hands as wel walk back to our own home.

"I am ready for the day we have our firstborn." Ama smiles at me.

I hum in agreement. "Soon in time, don't worry."

She smirks. "Well we must guarantee it'll be soon in time and get to work."

Her eyes trail over my body, giving me shivers but I manage a mischievous smirk to match hers. "Yes, we must."

As soon as we reach our hut Ama wastes no time in removing my dress and leaving me bare in front of her, I do the same with her, helping her slip out of her own dress.

Knowing what's to come and simply the sight of her natural beauty already has me quite soaked.

Ama pulls me to her, pressing our bodies together as our mouths find each other and after a long passionate kiss, Ama guides me to lay down on our bedding.

She lets a finger rub against my wetness, grinning, likely from knowing she is the reasoning behind it.

Her hand grabs my thigh. "Lay on your side."

I ask no questions as I move to my side, merely eager for her to pleasure me.

I watch in anticipation as she grabs my leg and lifts it over her own. She moves closer on her knees before grabbing herself and pushing into me.

A warmth feels me as she slowly makes it's descent into me, her dark eyes intensely gazing down as to watch me take all of her.

Her movements begin slow, as I talked with her about. Everytime we begin our endeavor of this kind it is uncomfortable and it takes time for it to become pleasurable. Even with the discomfort it does take away the love that fills me which I get with having her so close.

For what better way to show love than to please one another. To know that my body can give her pleasure just as mine takes pleasure from hers is a wonderful thing. More so does it flatter me that she has chosen me to be the one to give and take it.

Dark eyes finally meet my own and she gives me a warm smile as she slowly paces her descent into me.

Though we'd never tried such a way, it is quite pleasurable as I feel her touching new places of pleasure just as she did when laid with me against the tree.

"Your beauty is brighter than a thousand nokwisi." A genuine smile to accompany her words.

Her words though said many times and though in different ways never fail to arouse me as they seem to only add to the pleasure she gives.

"So you've said plenty times." Yet, I tease anyway.

"It is a must that I remind you." A hand grips my thigh as she begins to jut her hips faster, causing a pleased moan to leave my lips.

The sounds of smacking flesh and the sloshing of my wetness fill the room alongside my moans and whimpers.

Her eyes don't ever break from mine as she makes her descent. My heart is ever so full of love for this beautiful woman. Those eyes on my own alone gives plays in that all too familiar feeling of building pleasure.

My hand reaches out to grab her wrist as my face contorts into pleasure as warm bliss fills me. Of course that doesn't cause Ama to slow down her thrusts, in fact with a moan of her own she moves her hips at a faster pace as I squeeze around her.

The side of my head meets the pillow and my hand releases her wrist as I can no longer keep either up. I merely bathe in the bliss of it all as she strokes herself into me faster than before, my whole body shaking with the force.

It is a hope but a doubt that no one can hear the loudly moans and cries that fall from my mouth. But it isn't long before Ama's own moan begin to blend with my own as her thrusts become deeper and harder, nearly painful as she releases her loving essence into me. That alone is enough to give me one last rush of pleasure before lays over me in heavy pants and sweaty skin.

I now lay on my back as I look up to her in awe. Something she always makes me feel no matter the time or place. For how could a woman so perfectly crafted exist and solely for me, that in itself is merely enough to make me believe in a god.

A/N: There shouldn't be anymore short chapters after this.