Mistress of the Elements: Storm/Ororo fanfic

Chapter 17- closer

Until she knew more, Ororo decided to stay on in Wakanda. T'Challah extended an invitation, but knowing the gossip and scandal that would no doubt accompany her extended stay in the King's personal guest quarters, she chose to stay on with Okoye.
The Dora Milaje was quite busy with arranging communications between the Kenyans and Wakandans and thus, Ororo was left with only Jongikhaya to keep company.
In her heart, she had always felt deeply alone. The goddess spent a lifetime imagining her mother, grandmothers, aunts and other extended family- all white haired and humbly living and loving one another. Her loss, a deeply felt wound in their community that they too longed to heal with her return.
The goddess never thought or even dreamed finding her family would be so complicated. From all Jongikhaya told her, she was certainly Yaxola. Her physical features were just the beginning- it sounded as though a significant number of Yaxola possessed one or some combination of her mutant abilities which very likely indicated a genetic connection. Various tribes within the Yaxola society cultivated specific abilities. None, however, possessed them all... at least no one but Jongikhaya- and, supposedly, he was the first in several generations to hold the powers of their ancestor, Ngtharabu.
The warrior spoke of Yaxola history with such passion and fervor- she could not help but admire his knowledge of his people. It made her feel a combination of joy, envy, and if she was honest, it aroused her.
Perhaps it was her lack of ancestral knowledge, or even her appreciation of scholarship, but listening to someone speak about their history and love for their people was always one of Ororo's weak spots. In fact, it is what had first drawn her to T'Challah.
Her womanhood hummed as she imagined his perfectly shaped mouth falling onto her body. Ororo barely noticed when Jongikhaya, now silent; cocked his head and smiled at her knowingly.
"Am I boring you, Goddess?"
Ororo pretended to scowl and turned away.
"Would you like to share something with the class?" He bit his lower lip as he waited for her reply.
Much of their discussions lately had taken this path. Things would be fine one minute and the next, one of them was making inuendos. and she, ever the level headed one, would inevitably end the conversation.
"..... How do you always seem to know when I'm thinking about sex? Is it part of being fated?"
The warrior laughed. Usually they danced around the subject so it felt good to be straight forward for once. "In truth, I am not sure if there is a connection between knowing your cues and this." He gestures broadly to their shared dream world
Ororo nodded in study.
Then Jongikhaya added in a low voice, "there is one last thing that I have been withholding about my powers... I have an ability- one That few people outside of the elders counsel and highest ranking Rabu know of."
Ororo waited.
"You should know what it is-"
"We have been over this before. I will not look through your memories again."
"In actuality they are OUR mem-"
"No. Use your mouth."
He looked at her once again and raised his eyebrows. "You wouldn't be able to stand if I did."
She hid her smile with an exasperated sigh. "Out with it Warrior!"
Jongikhaya looked at her with a sour face before continuing, "very well- I have been gifted the sight of ki. I can see the strings of fate that connect us all to the ki of the universe and even to our 'mutant abilities' as you call them."
"That is what allowed you to suppress my powers?"
"Yes.... and..."
"And?"
"It also works in reverse- I can widen specific channels that allow certain energetic transfers or bursts to become more powerful for a limited time."
"And this is also how you know when I am thinking about sex?"
"Obviously."
The goddess stared at him in annoyance.
He stood there for a moment looking back at Ororo defiantly before finally sighing. "You are surely Yaxola..., all Yaxola woman have the same death look." Jongikhaya smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "... when I said I see Ki, I SEE it. I can trace the lines of energy in my vision- following where tension is building or waning in the body. I use it for the Rabu that is true, ... but I also find it useful as a lover." He was looking at her now with a familiar stare. His gaze was as deep and penetrating as the darkness of the channel itself.
A memory of a lover came to her- was it hers or the warrior's? A woman thick and beautiful shouted over her as Ororo's tongue pulled and twisted between her folds. Streams of light shone all around the woman played before her- encircling her body as if she were written in binary code. Gold, red , blue, and a pulsing green thread grew ever more engorged with each pull of her nub. Ororo sucked faster and harder- zeroing in on her lovers clit and the green lights until the woman's ki began to flow into emerald. The moans of pleasure grew louder and faster as Ororo focused on expanding the green channel, rocking two fingers in and out of her lover's wanting mound while her mouth held tight. In the next moment, the goddess lightly bit down on the clit on her tongue as she watched the explosion of light and cum pour from the woman above her in ecstasy.
He can see ki. Suppression and amplification: two sides of the same coin.
Ororo's mind erupted into multiple thoughts at once. But most important of all, could she do the same? It made sense, their powers were 1:1.
"Teach me to do as you do."
"Ah Goddess, why would I do that? You have threatened to end the life of my mother and the Yaxola counsel of elders (whom I have sworn to protect by the way) on a number of occasions. You are a threat to our very society according to some."
She looked down her nose at him. "In accordance with whom?"
"I only mention this because it seems like I finally have something you want and I will not be willing to let it go lightly."
She stepped closer to him. "And what is it that you propose- Warrior Jongikhaya of the Rabu Guard?"
"To start, it isn't necessary to refer to me as anything but Jong. This is a world that belongs only to fated. And whether or not you accept it at this point, you and I will be drawn to one another- drawn here, to our shared dreamscape- until death."
She looked around at the room in her mind. There were now a number of familiar items besides the large 4poster bed- including a sitting area and floor to ceiling windows that mimicked her apartment in New York.
Ororo had been eagerly engaging in discussion surrounding the Yaxola in the week since their return- engulfing her senses in her thirst for knowledge and pointedly avoiding discussion of Jongikhaya's personal life and of the fated. She still wasn't sure if she believed.
Jonghikaya stepped forward and lifted her chin with his hand. "You are still unsure? How ....unlike you..." the two were standing at eye level and the Goddess stared back at him.
Jong leaned in and the feel of his cheek and breath sliding along the skin of her face sent goosebumps along the outside of her arms and a tightness in her stomach. He whispered, "forget fated for now- I want nothing more than to tear your clothes from your body and to watch you cum over and over." His lips met the bottom of her earlobe and Ororo shivered. "It is against Ngtharabu to impart my will onto a lover... If and when you want me, I will be here."
Jong pulled away from her slowly and she could feel the empty space between them.
"Didn't you say a coupling between fated would Always end in pregnancy?"
This earned a burst of laughter from Jongikhaya. "Tsk tsk Ororo, you hold multiple PHDs and JUris Doctorate, surely you know how babies are made!" He continued to laugh and the goddess looked on in deadpan.
"My dear goddess, seeds may only be sown in the physical world. So while I would sorely love to take you up on that offer__ you can be assured that subconscious sex really is the best form of birth control."
A knock seemed to come from no where.
. "Prisoner 0518, here are your approved food rations." The goddess looked around and saw Jongikhaya without his golden halo for the first time in over a week. He was sitting on the floor of a small grey room with no windows.
Ororo looked around in slow realization as the warrior stared back at her.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Would it have changed anything?"
She wasn't sure. But she knew she felt fear and anger for him, and perhaps guilt as well. He was of high birth and rank in the tribes- captain of the Rabu- job he groomed himself for since childhood. What could he have possibly done to deserve incarceration? Was it because Ororo was his fated?
"It's not always about you, goddess." He could see her mind working wildly and he could not help but smile. She did look sexy when she was solving a puzzle.
"How?"
"I allowed a prisoner to escape, that is true- but because you are my fated, I am allowed... well, more leeway shall we say..."
"How?" She added louder.
"I became an enemy of the tribes when I suppressed the powers of the elder counsel and their personal guard. It is expressly forbidden among our people to use your powers in opposition of the elder counsel."
"Sounds a bit archaic"
"Perhaps, but a member of my rank and birth knows the law and I broke it knowing full well the price I would pay... if I was anyone else, I would already be dead." She quickly looked over him.
Jongikhaya sighed. "I see you thinking and rest assured I need for nothing, want for nothing... except you."
Ororo crosses her arms and began pacing. After a few rounds crossing the room back and forth she stopped. "But what of your mother?"
Jongikhaya's smile became strained before he turned away. When he looked back at her, his face had become a neutral mask- a tactic she knew well. "Apologies Ororo, but I fear it is time for our visit to end."
"But you didn-"
"Some other time." And with that, Ororo was abruptly aware of what she had been staring at accross the lake in Wakanda for the last 10minutes. It seemed to be coming closer.
Logan.