Mistress of the Elements: Storm/Ororo fanfic

Chapter 13- connection

Jongikhaya always believed in the ways of the Yaxola. He stayed close to his mother and the counsel. He joined the Rabu guard as a boy and, he even saved himself for the mate yet he awaited to find until 5 years ago, on his 25th birthday, when he decided that perhaps Ng'tharabu had other plans for him.
By 30 years of age, a Yaxola had not only found their mate, but were nearing the end of their childbearing years and thus finishing their synced cycles.
More than that, at 25, He knew every Yaxola throughout the kingdom and Ng'tharabu had determined none to be his mate. So he began to discover and quench his own thirst by bedding women and men, young and old.
He began with a widow, only 2 seasons beyond his own. Her mate had died in service of the kingdom. An honorable death. But a death nonetheless.
Utala was beautiful and kind- a perfect match for his first sexual encounter.
The widow taught Jonghikaya more than she knew. He was a fast study and eager to learn. He paid close attention to her moans, breaths, movements, fluctuations in energy- all of the indicators that she was reaching climax. Utala was not shy about sex or her pleasures. When she wanted or liked something she said as much, just as when she did not.
Although he enjoyed Utala's thorough education, his hunger was not satiated, and there were others to help him on his journey.
Jongikhaya continued to entertain various partners through the week. Too passionate to resist but too invested in the old ways to settle into arms not meant for him... and that suited him.
He had grown used to the idea that Ng'tharabu intended his body to be used as a vessel through which the Yaxola ensured their ability to thrive. He was a warrior and head of the Rabu guard — arguably one of the most powerful warriors among his people. After all, Ng'tharabu had given him a gift that had not been seen among the Yaxola in 60 years- the sight of ki.
All Yaxola could control the elements of water and air, but Jongikhaya could see and manipulate the energy that flowed through all beings- ki. Only discovering his true power by accident as he saw his many lovers climax. He followed their flow of ki and started to experiment with manipulating it into an explosive force before learning how to stop certain streams all together.
The latter made him a formidable opponent on the front lines.
Jongikhaya had never known a warrior or lover equal in power or tenacity but the prisoner held in the counsel room seemed different.... It was taking much of his own harnessed energy to interrupt her ki. And even at this strained level, the ki struggled to find its way back to her.
He needed to see her clearer in his mind to close off the energy so he created a vision of her in the next room. Her hands and midsection were bound.
Jongikhaya could feel his chest rise with his almost automatically erotic thoughts- changing and shifting her bounds to something much more suitable.
In his altered vision she wore only thin robes covering her body, with a thick rope snaked it's way around her neck and hands and she was kneeling on the floor.
A cloth tied at the base of her neck, covered her mouth and she looked down.
The Warrior sensed his power grow along with his manhood.
Suddenly the woman looked up into his eyes. It was jarring to see her staring at him, even as a phantom, and he found he could not look away.

Ororo closed her eyes and instead of  contemplative darkness, found herself bound and staring into the eyes of the Yaxola, Jongikhaya. The events of the day had no doubt exhausted her mind, and it seemed both strange and comforting to be in his presence. She could feel his power swirling around the both of them- lapping at her body like waves on the shore.
She never saw herself as a submissive and didn't like it one bit. No, surely she was the determinant of her dreamscape.
Ororo looked upon the body in front of her. Jongikhaya wore loose fitting pants hung low enough for the top of his hip bones to peak out. His abs and chest were firm and toned- no doubt from his position and regular training. Ororo couldn't help but wonder about his back. Something about the male form always made her appreciate a toned back and she would allow this vision to unfold until her hands found his.
The two found themselves looking at one another hungrily and a moment passed.
Ororo smirked in amusement and the cloth tied around her mouth untied itself and fell to the floor.
Jongikhaya looked on at her but did not move from his position standing over her.
"This is not typically my position of preference." Ororo deliberately slowed her speech and allowed the words to pour from her mouth like dark honey. "I am, however," her wrists unbound, "quite interested," The rope around her legs fell, and she stood eye to eye with him, "in seeing how they would look on you, Warrior." She took the rope that held her neck from both sides and held it above her head before taking a step closer toward a now narrow-eyed Jongikhaya.

More rushed voices from the counsel room and Kesiokel exited into the foyer in a huff.

"All enjoy being bound at some point, Ororo. The loss of power- it gives worried minds a break from the world-"
"And you are more than happy to oblige?" She finished his thought with raised eyebrows. "But I am not most and at the moment and am quite unsatisfied in behind held captive, and thus..." she gathered closer- dragging her fingernails accross the front of his body from his chest to his pants line before following the line and moving behind him.
"What do you think you are doing?" He asked, his voice already husky with desire.

Kesiokel was frustrated by the discussion with the other 2 elders. The insistence that the girl bound was a foreigner or traitor was ridiculous. The idea that she would give up a life beyond the Yaxola stronghold was also unlikely. Those above had lives of their own- and surely she was not finding herself at the bottom of the channel for no reason. Mare'ng and Umelai were naive to continue to argue against one another in points that were sure to go nowhere. No- she would not be kept and she would not stay.m, but Kesiokel struggled to think of another path and therefore remained quiet. She left the counsel room to clear her mind but seeing her son stole her attention.
"Jonghi, my son." She cooed and caressed his cheek with her hand. He seemed more tense then she had seen him in some time but responded as always, with a smile and bow before looking away.
"My beautiful mother" he returned and she beamed.
"It has been too long since I've seen you in the counsel room...." she paused before carrying on. Not wanting to bring up a delicate topic but needing to address it yet again ".... and I must say I've been hearing some strange news."
Jongikhaya's eyes widened slightly.

"My Dream, my rules" Ororo whispered up into the crook Of his neck. His back was just as she hoped- perfectly sculpted and rippled in the right places. She let her eyes feast upon it before pulling the rope in front of his neck.
Jongikhaya blocked the rope with his hands and ducked away, spinning to face her.
"Your dream?... YOUR dream?" He asked with concern.

"Jonghi," Kesiokel said delicately before rushing on, "everyone knows you have not found your mate yet but must you continue on with bedding half of the population in preparation?" He looked at her briefly before staring back at the wall. "Don't be embarrassed my son, but DO have some amount of restraint... Your energy should be used for the Rabu until such time as you find her. Surely We all anticipated that you would have found her already but perhaps Ng'tharabu wants some sort of an age gap or something- who knows?"
Jongikhaya did not reply but looked on sternly, his pupils disappearing into a sea of white haze. He must have been embarrassed or slightly ashamed to have brought on a lecture from his elder... Ah but that was her Jonghi- always wanting to do the right thing for the people. Strong in his family and his faith- she was very proud of the man he had become.
Kesiokel sighed. "I am not angry, my son, I just want you to be with one who is meant. You will know when the connection is made. Your thoughts, your dreams, your fantasies- there will be nothing either of you will be able to hide."
She smiled at him but he replied only with a tight smile and his eyes remained a white mask.
Perhaps he needed more time before she could continue the conversation.
Kesiokel kissed her son's cheek and headed back to the counsel. Something had yet to be done with this woman... this- Ororo.