Ascendancy

Chapter XIII

Chapter 13

T'Kia
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I smile as my head rests on Aviwe's chest. His hand plays in my hair and my hand lightly traces shapes on his chest. His other hand grips my leg that's wrapped around his waist. I lean myself up on my right arm as I stare at him with a smile.

"What?" Aviwe smiles at me. "Why are you staring at me?"

I kiss him softly and continue smiling at him. "I want to do it again."

"Again?" He chuckles. He sits up to look at me. "You weren't satisfied with the first time? Or the second? Or third?"

"No, I was," I smile down at him. "But I want more of you."

Aviwe laughs again. "How? Aren't you sore? I heard the first time for women always leaves them sore."

"I have de strent of de blek pentha." I say with a smile.

"Why did you say that like that?" Aviwe laughs as he reaches over to kiss me.

"My Baba said that is how his titshala spoke during his coronation," I answer before laying back down next to him. "Anyway, with these powers it's hard to become sore or fatigued or tired. I can go all night and tomorrow and the day after that." (Teacher)

I kiss him and Aviwe grabs my butt. "Well, I don't have magical powers given to me by a cat goddess. I can't go all night and a few days. I need time to recuperate."

I pout before swinging my leg around his waist. My butt rest just above what I want inside of me. "Aviwe," I lean down to kiss him. "Ndi nceda." I whisper in his ear before kissing his jawline. (Please me)

He grunts as he grabs my waist. He squeezes my body after I use my butt to brush against his most sensitive part. "Sithandwa sam, I don't know if I can actually do it again. I'm tired." (My love)

I sit up. "But I need to be pleased. I'm not completely sated. I need you to satisfy me, Aviwe," I run my hands down his chest and grind my hips into his. He slaps my butt and I give a shout in surprise. "Why?"

He shrugs. "You keep rubbing that ass against me and I'll keep slapping it," He throws my body onto the bed and gets on top of me. "This is the last time, T'Kia. My body can't take no more."

I lightly run my nails down his chest. "Then make it count." I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, pulling his body into mine.

With slow, deliberate strokes; passionate kisses; and tight gripping, Aviwe is able to bring the both of us to climax. It feels just as amazing and earth-shattering as the first time. Just like the first time, Aviwe leans his head into my neck as he tries to catch his breath. When he does, Aviwe turns his head to kiss the base of my neck softly before rolling off of me.

I instantly cuddle to his side as my eyes close in complete bliss. "Nkosazana wam?" Aviwe whispers after several moments of silence. (My princess)

"Yes, sithandwa sam?" I answer before softly kissing his chest. He takes such a long pause that I open my eyes and sit up to stare at him. His eyes are filled with worry and fear. "Aviwe? What's wrong?" (My love)

He looks at me. "I don't want to leave you."

"Aw," I wrap my arms around him. "Aviwe, you will never be leaving me. I will always have you in my heart and you will have me in yours. This is only a temporary thing. You will return."

"But what about when it isn't temporary? You said I won't have to quit my career if you make me your king—"

"When I make you my king." I correct him.