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clearlydiamondz · 10 months

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Six

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

Warning: Smut

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The following morning, the sun hit through the window at just the perfect timing as the dawn light filled the room. Imani rolled over, immediately being faced with N'Jadaka in his bed. Noticing that they were both naked, a blush slowly started to creep her face.

To say how much different he was in bed versus not, it was like the sun and moon. He wouldn't dare disrespect her if she told him to go do something, there was no hesitance because there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Outsiders may look within the relationship and assume that she was the one that took charge, and he listened to her.

Now, he established that when pushed to the limit, he can assert his dominance when needed. Honestly, that is what made Imani turned on by the man. One thing though, his tautness was shown in and out of bed, she didn't know if she hated it or it made her pussy wet... or both.

She grabbed her phone off of the nightstand, picking it up to see the time, it was about ten minutes till six in the morning. "Fuck." she groaned, knowing that they had a radio interview and an interview with one of the political channels. She sat up, yawning as she grabbed the covers, wrapping the white comforter over body before shaking Erik.

"It's time to wake up." she groaned. His snoring stopped but his eyes were still closed, not moving at all as he stayed damn near dead. She rolled her eyes, pushing the covers off his body, almost regretting it as he was experiencing morning wood. She couldn't help but stare at it, almost wanting to touch it but wasn't sure if he would enjoy it.

"If you gonna look at it, you might as well touch it." he groaned as she looked back at him in shock.

"I wasn't-"

"You sure you wanna sit up here and lie?" he asked peaking his eyes open, placing his hands behind his head. She kissed her teeth, trying not to make it noticeable that she was indeed intrigued by his situation downstairs. He sat up against the headboard, as he grabbed her putting him onto his lap she let out a groan, feeling his dick against her thigh.

"Jadaka, we gotta get ready.." she started to moan as he laid kisses on the side of her neck, tracing his back with his hands.

"Mhmm, I know. I can make it quick." he said, reaching between the two and rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Pretty please." he looked up at her, circling his tongue around her exposed nipple.

"Fuuck..." she closed her eyes almost giving in. "No." she jumped off of him as he raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled angrily at herself as she turned down some more good dick, but she knew what she had to do. "You are soo.." she couldn't even finish her sentence as he smirked at how bad she was struggling. "Ugh. Just get ready." she looked on the ground for some clothes as he smiled at her struggling. Finding a T-Shirt on the ground, she put it on, cursing herself for not having any underwear. Grabbing her things, he grabbed her hand before kissing her on the lips, before he depended the kiss.

"At least lemme get a taste of that pussy before you leave." he whispered at her as she gasped. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk, as she bit her lip.

"Jadaka.." she trailed off as a warning.

"What, you gave me a taste of that sweet pussy and expect me not to want it? You keeping that pretty pussy from me?" he asked her tilting his head, smiling at her. Just like clock worth, she placed her phone on the desk. The throb that she felt in her pussy now, she needed more than just that.

She got back on the bed, sitting on his thighs as she spat on his dick and rubbed it in. "What you about to do?" he asked, intrigued by her actions. She didn't say anything, as she hovered over his dick slowly inserting herself.

"There you go, just take this dick." he moaned as she put her feet flat beside him, grabbing the head board and going to work. If all he had to do was talk nasty to her to make her give up her goodness, this was gonna be one hell of a ride.

With her being turned on by him, and him being damn near a professional freak, they would just be going at it.

The herb didn't help either... for either of them.

"Oooh.." she gasped, feeling him a lot more deeper. "Fuck, I feel you in my stomach." she moaned, gilding along him nice and slowly. She was still sensitive from the night before, as they went at it for hours.

"Freaky ass, all I gotta do is beg your lil nasty ass." he asked her as she nodded. "Answer me." he smacked each of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck yes, Jadaka! Fuck!" She went about in circular motions with her hips as she bounced, Erik looking at her in complete shock.

"There you go. Making daddy feel so fucking good." he smacked her ass again. She fell onto her knees as he laid on his back still into her. She then continued to bounce her ass on his dick, the clapping noises heard in the room as he matched her rhythm.

"Fuck you got some good pussy on you girl." he grunted smacking her ass multiple times. Sure enough, there was going to most definitely be marks on her ass with the way Erik was obsessed with it. She reached behind her as she spread her ass cheeks and pussy as Erik moaned in her ear.

"Yeahhh that's right. Spread that pussy for daddy, damn." he groaned into her ear. If only he could see what they looked like from the back.

It was almost like she read his mind, because she stopped her movements and turned around with his dick still inside. Getting back into position, with her elbows propped between his legs, she started to bounce her again. From the view alone Erik knew he was going to bust. The way her wetness coded his dick, how her pussy tugged every time she would come back up. She spread her ass cheeks for him again as he groaned.

"You like watching my pussy fuck this dick daddy.." she moaned.

"Fuuck you gonna make daddy cum.. keep fucking going." he grunted, fucking back into her.

"Ooh daddy, give me the nut please.." she moaned.

"Fuuck." he pulled out, jerking his dick as his cum spread about her ass. Grunting, she grabbed one of the towels but before she could clean herself up, Erik was standing and had her on the edge of the bed on her.

"Jadaka wait I- oohhh my Godd." she moaned as he slammed inside of her, fucking her at a fast pace. "Daddy...." she moaned out. He grabbed her hair making her look at his dick go inside of her.

"Look how pretty that pussy look taking my dick." he whispered as her eyes started to close. "Aht aht, open those fucking eyes. Lemme look at you when you cum on my dick." he said as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"Sexy fucking ass, you not going no where." he grunted. He let her hair go, as his hands found their way back to her clit. His words mixed with this pace had her squirting all over his torso. He pulled out as her legs started to shake, he picking her up and taking her to the showers.

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"Welcome Prince Erik and Princess Imani." The radio hose Sean stated as she smiled at him.

"Just Imani and Erik is fine." Imani spoke up with a smile on her face.

"Ooh okay miss humble, we love to see it." his co-host Kaitlyn stated as they chuckled. They were on the Brunch's Club Podcast / Radio, one of the most famous podcasts within the black community. Everyone around the nation was tuning into the Prince and Princess first radio interview, or first interview at all here in America.

"So I just want to ask you Erik, you come from someone like a background like me. Foster kid, on the streets, doing what you have to do to survive. How has this change, damn near everything for you?" Sean asked him.

"I mean really.. it's a like a ghetto fairy tale." he said as everyone laughed. "But nah, really, it's a lot, you know. I grew up not really having anything, and then I built my businesses over the years and let them grow, now I'm here. Honestly, it's a blessing." he stated as Sean nodded.

"And Imani-" he stopped himself looking around. "Gotta make sure ain't no snipers finna blow my head off for not saying Princess." he said making her laugh.

"Nahh, they wouldn't let them in." she said as his face dropped. "I'm joking.." she stated as Kaitlyn laughed.

"Nigga really got scared."

"Y'all ain't see those ladies outside with the spears and shit? Fuck around my head may be just on the end of one. I ain't never been so scared of a bunch of women before except my mother and my wife." he said making the room laugh. "Alright alright, but how does it feel to date someone that never really grew up in this lifestyle?" he asked her.

"Honestly it feels no different with someone like him. I feel like, he already has the spirit of wanting to help people and that's one quality that I want for a king for my nation , and he is a natural leader, so he really didn't have really much to prove." she stated looking at him as he smiled at her.

"Awe y'all are so cute... so how'd did this happen." Kaitlyn asked gushing over the too.

"She ain't like me." "Oh I couldn't stand him."

They both said at the same time as the hosts looked at them in shock. "What! Oh my god!" Kaitlyn exclaimed. "I thought it was gonna be some cute sappy shit like, you tripped and he caught you and it was instant love at first sight. why didn't you like him.. I mean I am curious because-" she looked at Imani with a 'do you not see him' look making her a chuckle. She most

"It's really just he caught me at a bad time. I had just got into an argument with my dad, you know how that goes, there was just some personal stuff so when I met him, like I was already mad. He really just icked a nerve that specific day in the specific hour." she stated looking at him.

"Yeah.. had to fix that real quick." Erik smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"Oop." Kaitlyn said sipping her water looking between the two.

"Aye, y'all let's keep it PG," Sean stated with a chuckle.

"Man not like that." he smacked his teeth then laughed. "She caught herself having a lil attitude and I just.. called her out?" he said in a more question tone.

"Ooh you must've hated that." Sean smirked at.

"Don't remind me." she said flipping her dreads over her shoulder as they laughed. "But really, that was the kinda reality check I needed though, especially because I realized that we were kind of having issues that we could relate to, so I was like you know what? Let me just get to know him and stop being an asshole. It went from that, to this." she responded looking at him smiling.

"So I know back in the States, you've had past relationships with some people, how has that changed now that you are basically a part of one of the richest royal families in the world?" Sean asked Erik as he sighed.

"I have had a lot of people, try to like, hit me up about it. Some congratulating me, don't really know what I'm being congratulated on. " he said honestly. "But I most definitely had a few folks try to play clout chaser." he responded. Imani agreed at the statement, immediately thinking about Arianna.

"Yeah, like Arianna Cope? Her tweets about Imani is just so outta place it's weird." Kaitlyn responded as Imani looked at her confused.

"What tweets?" she asked as the two hosts looked at her confused.

"Girl, she been damn near sub-tweeting you everyday since y'all dropped the receipts about the editing recording." she said pulling out her phone. Imani looked at Erik confused, but he had the same look of confusion.

With how on top of things she was about anything that either had or Erik's name in the press, this was news to her. Then again, it wasn't really the pressed. Kaitlyn handed her the phone, looking at the search bar where Imani's name were to find tweets with it.

"Yeah, some of her supporters were calling you scary and shit because you wouldn't respond." Sean said leaning back in his chair.

"Oh my-" she said looking at all the tweets negatively bashing her. She handed it back, before she laughed. Even some tears escaping.

''What's funny?" Sean asked confused as the burst of laughter.

"No it's sad but it's funny at the same time because she's just arguing with herself." she said as Erik shook his head laughing while covering his face.

"So you don't care that she's talking about you?" Kaitlyn asked. Imani wiped her tears off before saying,

"Look, I don't mean this in a shady or be disrespectful towards her, but in all reality, I have a lot of more important things to worry about then engaging with her issues with me." she spoke.

"Like running an entire country." Erik said drinking out of his water bottle.

"Exactly. To be fair, I have a lot more other people, Important people may I add, that doesn't like me like rulers of other countries because of our political stance and honestly, those are the ones that I care more about if I do care at all." she stated as Sean nodded.

"Aye, that's valid." he stated. "Especially after she tried to set y'all up, the fact that's what she's mad about is instance to me." Sean replied

"And she's the only girl that I've dated who is this obsessed with us speaks more about her then it does us. Obviously, I'm not going to sit here and be lied on, putting what we have and what we are trying to build on the line. Like look at her, you think Ima mess this up?" Erik said looking her up and down with a smirk as she blushed rolling her eyes.

"Aye that's what I'm talking about."

Even though the circumstances weren't clear and through as she spoke, it surprised her honestly how far Erik's and her relationship did. She remembered how she would tell herself that this was just for the sake of her people, realizing that T'Challa was most definitely right.

You could mix pleasure with business.

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"Alright, last interview." Imani stated sitting at the desk looking at Erik. "Ready?" she asked him. As this was one of the more serious ones, talking about there supply change.

The host, Nathaniel Carter, hosted a republican channel on Fox News. He and his other hosts were very open around the fact that America should be the country to handle the supply chain of Vibranium, and not some random country in Africa.

Colonizers.. am I right?

"Sorry I'm a tad bit late." Nathaniel replied as Imani looked at him and smiled. "It happens to us all, it's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Carter." she said sticking her hand out for him to shake as he shook it.

"Nathaniel will do fine, Princess Imani." he stated

"Well then just Imani will do just fine." she smiled at him. He was caught by surprised by how well spoken she was, even how nice she was too. He then introduced himself to Erik with him shaking his hand.

"First thing first, thank you for your service in our military Stevens." Nathanial stated , emphasizing on the our. Erik nodded with a forced smile. "Quite the entourage you got here." Nathanial looked around to see the Dora Milije posted around the set.

"Don't mind them. Just here four our protection, kind of like the secret service." Erik stated as Nathanial sat across from them.

"We good to go?" he asked the producers as they gave him a thumbs up.

"Welcome back to another political segment where we have the next heir to the Kamado Nation, Miss Imani and Mr. Erik. " he stated as they waved at the camera.

"So I was just doing some basic research on the two of you just so I could get a view point and you two may I say have a very interesting academic record. Miss Imani you graduated top of your class at Oxford University and you Erik graduating at the top of your class at MIT. Yet, you guys are so young." he stated as Erik nodded.

"Well our thrive for education and learning subdue our age so it seems." Imani stated.

"So Erik, your new to this life style right, growing up on the streets of Oakland. What are your plans for when you rule as King?" Nathaniel asked him. Imani didn't let it show that the question was only directed towards him, but Erik being who he was answered,

"Well for us, we have been really focusing on the youth of our country, building more schools and outreach programs to enhance their learning and education." Erik stated.

"Also, we are working on some environmental plans. We have been having conversations with Wakanda's environmental specialist on cutting down CO2 emissions and hopefully help other countries also since we do have the resources." Imani stated.

"Interesting, and how about your military? There has been conversations of you guys have been building your military terrain." he asked Erik but Imani spoke up.

"Our military both navy, air force and army have had an increase that is true. This is pretty normal for our countries when there is a shift of power. Only because there has been times in countries in Africa where there has been a shift of change, European countries tended to try and interfere." she stated as Erik spoke up.

"It's just something that has been affected from the past that still is present in our present and most likely our future." Erik said as Nathaniel looked at Imani. "Our military was made out of around 5,542,000 people when King Z'Kiri the throne back in 1979." he told him.

"By the time I heir the throne, it should be up to almost 8 million. Small yes, but very mighty."

"You seem to know a lot about your countries military's." Nathanial looked at her. "It's not every day we see a princess your age so interested in their military." he finished.

"Well Nathanial, I don't have a choice. We have people that we need to protect and we also have resources that needs protection. So knowing these things are essentially important." she reminded him, he then looked at Erik.

"So how do you feel that the potential queen is handling this type of information. You know, because your the only one that's been in the military between the two." Imani knew it was a jab at her intelligence, but she knew Erik would handle it.

"Honestly, I would rather have that then a queen who doesn't know nothing. A queen who doesn't know nothing and is only there to look pretty can cause more damage. I love that she is passionate about these things, because it's not like America where you have the president, and the first-lady is just there showing appearances every once in a while." Erik stated.

"In countries like ours, Queens are just as important as our Kings." Imani added

"Kings are just the male versions of Queens in Wakanda and Kambaho." Erik finished. She looked at him impressed with that statement.

"So Erik, what makes her qualified to be queen?" he asked him.

"The question really is what makes her not qualified. She has studied the history of ancient and modern war-fare, she is precise and makes every decision planned out to a T, she courageous and very smart. Honestly the true question is what makes me qualified to be King?" he chuckled as she chuckled at the last statement.

"If I can speak-" she said sitting up in her chair. "I feel like, there has been a history of royals across the globe over the past centuries that blind our sights on what is fairytale and what is truth. I know you don't mean it, but I can't help but feel like you don't think I deserve to have this authority because of what I have between my legs or the year I was born but truth be told, none of the latter matters." she stated. Nathanial squinted his eyes at her then back before saying,

"It's just some might say that you are too young to be making decisions like these. For example, the situation with vibranium?"

Bingo.. there it is.

"What about it?" Erik and her said at the same thing.

"Well for starters, vibranium from my own research is the strongest material on Earth, yet two small countries in the middle of Africa is handling. Don't you think it should be trusted with a country that has a high military performance versus that?" he asked as she shrugged.

"I mean, you answered your question. Vibranium should not be used as a weapon but it should be used for growth. Yet, we know that if vibranium makes their way into America, it would be used as such. Just like any other resource." Imani stated as Nathaniel scoffed.

"Are those spears that your guards are holding not made out of vibranium. Looks pretty deadly to me."

"Yeah well you don't really see Wakandians going around using weapons against other nations, because they won't share their resources." Erik said matter of factly.

"Look. the country of Kambaho is willing to use our resources to help countries in need. No matter the cost. But- the fact of the matter is is that we are not willing to give our most prized resource to anyone." Imani stated.

"Well also, vibranium can also be used because of it's healing properties. What you're saying is that you wouldn't give countries the chance of receiving proper health care because of the fear of violence?" he asked, Imani laughed.

"That's rich coming from America, don't you think?" she asked tilting her head. "If you care so much about the 'health' of your citizens, why charge $800 USD for insulin, something that could potentially save their life. Why are parents making go-fund me's for their child to get a tumor removed. Why is a simple ride to the hospital almost $1000 dollars? Why is it a woman have to pay $50000 dollars just to give life here?" she asked.

"Companies too have to profit to-"

"Profits when it comes to the care of our citizens don't exist. Our citizens do not have to worry about the cost of healthcare because health care is provided." Imani stated, Nathaniel quiet trying to come back with a retaliation point. He almost did, but Erik stole the words out of his mouth.

"Now it's easy for a country like us to provide care for our citizens due to the size and the resources that we do have. But in actuality, if America is the strongest country in the world, shouldn't the strongest country in the world be able to provide for their citizens?" he asked. Nathaniel knew he was loosing this debate, so he decided to take another jab but instead of at Imani, it was at Erik.

"That say a lot from someone who use to fight for our military in the black ops unit. Some might call you a trader to this country." he spat out, Erik chuckled.

"Listen, when you are a young black man in America, coming out of foster care with nothing to your name there is a possibility that your life will end up in prison or dead. Joining the military was a last result so I didn't end up either. As a black op solider who has seen some.. very traumatic things to trust and believe. I'd be a fool to decide to give the deadliest weapons to America."

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Just like clock work, Imani sat in the living quarters of the suit reading the results from their interview with Sean and Kaitlyn.

"Princess Imani and Prince Erik seems to be our next power couple. Literally putting the power in the statement, the two of them will become rulers of one of the most powerful countries the world has ever faced. So, you guys what are our opinions on them." she was watching one of the drama channels on one of the networks here in America.

"Honestly, I think they are so adorable. I will be honest though, they didn't really give me much royalty vibes, and that's not anything bad. They were relatable and I feel like a lot of politicians and people of higher power lack that." One of the hosts Sabrina said.

"I don't know, personally I feel like they are trying too hard to be relatable. Like I can understand Erik since he didn't come from that lifestyle, but for Imani, it seems forced you know?" Tyler stated. "But she is most definitely a cutie."

"You know what, that's understandable. But I think it's more of her being humble because we really aren't use to celebrities', especially royalty being as humble as her. " Sabrina stated as he nodded.

"She's most def humble. But can we talk about about she ate Nathanial Carter up?" Tyler laughed as Sabrina joined in. "Sis came with receipts, stats, and was very out spoken. My sis was not playing around." he snapped his fingers.

"Talking about that, she has most gotten a lot of heat from republican senators, and really just the republican party." Sabrina stated.

"Duh, of course. She spoke facts. To be honest, let's say they are willing to give America vibranium for its healing properties, we charge an arm and a leg just for the basic medication. The hell do you think they gonna do with vibranium?"

"Man turn this off." Erik stated turned off the T.V as she glared at him. "I was watching that." she said to him as she rolled her eyes.

"Stop worrying about what everybody else gotta say to us. We did good." he comforted her. She nodded before sighing. "Our last night in America... what you wanna do?" he asked her.

"Honestly, all this running around, I just want to stay in." she replied, he smirked at her.

"Of course. I can make you some dinner." he kissed her neck as she closed her eyes falling into the feeling. "Give you a massage." he gave her another kiss at the bottom of the ear. "Maybe even eat-"

"Okay N'Jadka!" she exclaimed pushing him. "Goodness gracious." she blushed as he smirked at her. The switch from how dominant she is in real life versus how submissive she is in private. He most definitely was taking advantage of this.

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vibralumy · 1 year

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The Blooming of the Fourth

AU- Slight A/O/B + Slight Werewolf dynamic

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13K

Summary : Attuma and Okoye both live in two different villages, belonging to two different species, Attuma being a werewolf and Okoye a simple human, possessing some animal peculiarities, giving her the ability to feel her other half...

Both of them live alone in their separate villages, waiting for the universe to send them a sign of the other's existence, feeling a need to love, without knowing for who that love will be...

Warnings: this is not a modern au, really soft relationship, Romance, Multiple Orgasms, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Explicit Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Smut, Fluff, Angst,Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina, Sex, Werewolves in Heat, werewolves chase, soft werwolf story, like REALLY SOFT so NO VIOLENCE, Okoye is kinda soft but for a good reason, DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT WANT WEREWOLF X HUMAN sexual relationship, werewolf Attuma / werewolf namora / werewolf NamorOmega Verse …

Notes:

The fourth sense : sense of smell, or olfaction, is the special sense through which smells are perceived. The sense of smell has many functions, including detecting desirable things and pheromones…

Attuma could only think about her, his omega, this unknown being to his soul that he already carried much in his heart, having despaired that at his age, that she would never come, deeply hoping that she was out there somewhere…And he could only think about that, hoping that his confidence was not too high.

He could only think of her since that morning…

Not that he usually didn't, despite never having met her or even seen her,but he knew to his heart that she was there, on the other side of the river... He'd smelled her a few times while walking in the woods for two seasons now. He was not sure at first, because it was quite thin and distant, similar to a simple scent that he could have apprehended in nature, a scent that he had never felt in thirty years of existence in these woods ... A few weeks later the smell became stronger on the same path that he was used to follow with his cousins, two other alpha, Namor and Namora, helping at the build of other houses near the shore, a smell that gradually made his head spin with the passing of time, that became more burning, the smell violently driving him crazy every time he got close to it, and then slowly fading when he was going away, far behind this wood.

This same smell that made him fall one day, his vision blurred, his senses panicked by this essence on which he could not put a word on... It was exquisite. It was the only way he could describe it to Namor, who helped him get back to the village, and who laughed in his face,after helping him up.

"I have been watching you sniffing around for weeks every time we walk this path, I'm surprised you hadn't figured it out yet!" he said, laughing at him.

Namora laughed even more, calling him an imbecile, that she should have just told him about it, if she had knew, that she would have explained to him that this is what she had felt for N'Jadaka,a Beta from the Wakandian village...

And so it was since that morning, two seasons ago, that he knew she was out there... somewhere, waiting for him...

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anime-kia · 2 years

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Sleeping Beauty (Part 2)

Omg! Yes it is finally here! 2 years later I present to you, part 2 to Sleeping Beauty! I'm actually so excited for this, it took me so long, but I feel like I'm prepared to write it and keep the style that I started with. So enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, Smut

Relationship: Soulmates - King Erik x Reader

Weeks passed since Erik's last encounter with your dormant frame. He was tense, pacing around the throne room with heavy steps. The Dora, tribe leaders and servants watched him quietly as he dominated the room with his vexed aura.

It's not that he didn't succeed in his plan to embed spies in every nation and distribute vibranium across the globe. It was that pesky panther nagging at him in his dreams every single night.

She appeared to him in the ancestral plane, perched on a tree. Erik stood below, dressed in nothing, but his gold fanged necklace.

N'Jadaka, why are you so hesitant?

Fari was her name.

"What you talkin' about?" He regarded her with no respect, the irritation laced in his tone.

Have we not guided you enough?

We... The ancestors? Erik assumed.

"Guided me?"

You are intelligent, N'Jadaka. Whether you choose to use your cleverness or not, it is up to you. The she-panther leaped off of the tree and circled around the man.

He watched her with his eyes, never moving from his place in the tall grass.

Listen to your heart.

Erik's eyes narrowed at Fari.

Ever since coming to Wakanda, Erik felt as though everyone was treating him like he was a naive child. Constantly they would give him cliché advice or try to alter his well-thought out plans. Erik knew what he was doing, he didn't need anyones outside opinions.

Just mere hours ago, he had awoken from his slumber. Heavy eyes and a cloudy mind. Erik felt ill despite the heart-shaped herbs enhancing abilities, but a weak mind makes a weak man.

In his previous dream, Fari mentioned that he appeared smaller as if the large man had lost mass.

Though he didn't want to admit it, his clothing fitting him loosely was more than enough proof. Even his weight lifting seemed more rigid than normal.

This ailment only began to occur since he stopped visiting you.

Erik decided to visit the king's personal doctor.

"My king, this is not much of a physical problem." She explained, shifting a braid behind her small ear. "Nor is it something I can fix."

His dark eyes narrowed at her, as he did to the she-panther.

"Ain't that your job?" Erik gibed at the doe-eyed doctor.

Ignoring him, she proceeds, "Have you been to the ancestral plane lately?" He only nods hesitantly. "Then that means you are near your soulmate and you must find her quickly."

"Or?"

"Or you both will perish." She explained in a soft tone, avoiding his eyes.

He couldn't believe his ears. The king wanted to think she was fooling him, as was the servant girl, Anathi. But as he could feel himself grow more weak, choices were limited in believing what was true or false.

"Who am I?" Erik asked the members of the room. His pacing stopped, back facing them.

The princess was not there to list every one of his titles as she did on their first encounter.

"Hm?" He turned around, arms crossed over his scarred chest.

Everyone was afraid to speak up, expecting him to lash out as he'd usually do.

"You are the king." W'Kabi spoke up proudly, his wife eyeing him callously.

He chuckled, "Then why do I feel like y'all still not getting it? I ask questions and I get bullshit responses."

"My king, we are being very honest with you." Anathi had voiced.

"Lying would be pointless and would not benefit anyone." An elder added.

"Y'all keep giving me the runaround. I ask about that girl, and you're telling me shit about a fairy tail?" The volume of his voice grew.

Some of the members had rolled their eyes in secrecy.

It always came down to the sleeping girl. Maybe it was time they encouraged him to see if he was the real connection.

"Would you like to try and awaken her, King N'Jadaka?" One of the elders suggested.

Okoye almost stepped out of line to dismiss the proposal, silencing herself as she realized that sacrificing her position in protecting Wakanda would've been a grave mistake.

She had made a promise to T'Challa prior to his battle, that no matter what, he could entrust her to protect you regardless of his outcome. But what could she really do now?

Besides, a man like him could never be the one for you.

Why are you still hesitating, N'Jadaka? Fari had questioned him again in his slumber. What is it that is holding you back?

"If I knew I would tell you." He frowned at her.

You have always been a man of action.

"You don't know nothing about me."

I know a lot more than you think, Young Prince.

"I'm not a prince, I'm a king."

Oh?

The panther appeared much taller than him, as did the tall grass. Her golden eyes shined brightly, rivalling the moon.

Erik looked onto himself, a much smaller frame appearing before his very eyes.

"What did you-" He held his neck, shocked at the pre-pubescent voice that came from his throat.

It is not what I did, N'Jadaka. She leaped back into the tree, resting her head onto her paws. Time is ticking, Young Prince.

Erik rose out of his sleep in a cold sweat, glancing into the mirror to check that he wasn't the eight-year old boy from Oakland, but the man who he grew to be.

The bathroom tile was cold underneath his bare feet, but the hot water soothed his tense muscles. Fari's words ran through his mind as the water cascaded down his large frame.

He shook his head and chucked, intentionally she had called him a child without words.

Sneaky panther...

"I ain't a fuckin' kid no more." Erik silently spoke to himself.

Erik waltzed into the garden where the heart-shaped herb once grew, now replaced with other greens and flowers. Anathi was tending to a patch of peace lilies along side her grandmother.

"Yo." He called out, their attention turning onto him.

Anathi raised from her dirtied knees, dusting them off. "My King?"

"Follow me." Erik commanded, turning on heel his immediately. I hope you're watching me now, Fari.

The young girl's feet shuffled quickly towards the king, not wanting to anger him as he'd been so tense lately.

The walk was silent, she carefully watched Erik in case he were to try anything. Their strolls usually consisted of him nagging her, but this time he remained silent, dark eyes focused on the corridor ahead of him.

She couldn't be at ease because it felt as though he was still on guard, but he hadn't even glanced at the girl since leaving the garden.

Anathi had recognized the path he'd taken, one that lead to the room located underneath the sunroof.

His hands rested on the handles, pausing before looking over his shoulder. "You said a kiss should work, right?"

"Y-yes, your highness." She nodded, hands clasped together.

"You do realize what'll happen if it fails." He threatened with a low voice, almost a snarl.

Anathi bit her lower lip before nodding once again, "Y-yes."

An amused sound silently came from his throat before pulling on the golden handles. It was always like a fresh of breath air once the doors opened. The air was so pure, feeling like a hug to his nostrils when he inhaled.

As Erik approached, his eyes fell onto your frame, too appearing smaller and slightly frail. This time, the palace servants had your curls styled into flat twists, pinned up into a bun. One of their daughters had crafted a flower crown and laid it around your head.

Anathi had remained outside, planning on her escape. This could be her chance to have a possible head start in case all failed.

Erik gently ran the back of his hand down your face, the beating in his heart increased, and that nagging feeling that he would compare to a raging sea became calm.

This would finally be the moment of truth...

His deft fingers lifted your chin, bringing your lips closer to his until they had finally touched together.

It felt... like... nothing?

Not exactly sure why, but Erik had expected a feeling of electricity to shoot through his body. He had expected his soulmate to spring awake, deepening the kiss to solidify the truth. But this was real life, not a damn fairy tail.

It wasn't magical nor did it feel like anything truly happened. Your body still felt lifeless, but the beating of your heart indicated otherwise. Not even a little sound indicating that you were soon going to awaken was given to him.

What Erik wanted, Erik never got.

That made the man very angry. He slowly released and departed from you, fiery eyes looking onto Anathi whose knees were visibly shaking.

It didn't work...

The only three words replaying through his head as he aggressively approached the servant girl, fingers digging into her shoulder. She silently winced, wishing that she had ran as she had planned earlier.

They must take me for a joke.

He summoned another meeting calling everyone in.

You want something to laugh at, oh imma fuckin' give it to y'all.

By time they had arrived to the throne room, all members were there, silently watching as he dragged the girl and tossed her to the centre of the floor.

Her grandmother helplessly watched, fearing for her grandchild's life.

"Y'all like to tell lies, huh? That apart of Wakandan culture?" He accused, arms folded over his chest. "Hm? You like to make niggas look like idiots?"

The members were quiet, uncertain of what had happened.

"She still asleep!" Erik shouted loudly, some of the members had jolted.

"M-my king, we did not say that you were the chosen one." A woman from the river tribe reasoned. "Only the one who is the chosen shall know."

Erik's eyes cut sharply onto the woman, "What?" He seethed.

Her hands squeezed onto the man beside her, as the look in his eyes were terrifying.

This pent up rage was both confusing and extremely concerning to everyone. This woman he had never met before had driven his emotions through the roof, even more so than T'Challa had done.

Calm down, N'Jadaka. Fari counselled in his mind.

The king was terribly angry. I'll show you calm.

"I think we need some new rules." He declared, nodding. "A lie for a life? I think that's fair."

Still silent, the members had looks of disapproval. Not that Erik was looking for an outside opinion, he was sick of being lied to and played around with. Maybe they could try that with T'Challa, but whatever he decided, it was finite.

Erik approached Anathi, lifting her from the cold ground in one hand. Her breathing was constricted as his grasp around her neck was tight.

Smaller hands beat on his with no avail, her consciousness slowly slipping further and further away.

"This is what y'all want?! Huh?!" Erik taunted the horrified and helpless members.

Would you really kill a child, Young Prince?

Shut the fuck up! He wanted to scream at Fari.

No longer was he going to allow her to treat him like a child.

Tears streamed down Anathi's puffy cheeks, rolling onto his hand and between each finger. Quiet cries came from her grandmother who was being consoled by those around her.

Erik callously watched the life force being drained from the girl.

"Stop!" A new voice had emerged into the air.

Audible gasps flooded the room, Erik too was caught off guard, releasing Anathi to fall onto the ground.

He turned around, knees almost buckling at the sight in front of him.

"She lives." Okoye rejoiced with a rare smile on her face.

You stood there, staring at the new man you had never seen before, but oddly enough it felt as if you had known him for a much longer time than reality said.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, standing tall and strong. Though he had one of your best friends in a vice grip, it was almost impossible to be truly angry at him.

The astounded look in his eyes captivated you, drawing you closer and closer.

Only mere moments ago were his eyes filled with wrath, something that you would never see.

Who is he?

Erik had stared you down, feeling frozen in time as you drew closer to not him, but the girl on the ground.

"Anathi, ingaba ulungile (are you alright)?" Your hands gently touched the young girl, disturbed by the bruise forming around her neck.

"Uvukile (you are awake)." She hoarsely voiced in amazement.

It hadn't felt that long for you personally, but it certainly was for those who were still staring at you in complete shock.

You stood up to get a better look at the stranger who had almost taken the poor girl's life, and for what?

"Ungubani (who are you)?" You sternly inquired, poking at his chest sharply.

A spark had zapped you, both of you recoiling.

Erik had received that fairy tail shock he was initially expecting, but what no one else expected was the smile that grew on his face for the first time ever, a genuine one.

"So you are my soulmate?"

"And you are mine." Erik said.

It took a lot of time for him to explain his initial reason for coming to Wakanda, and how he had not expected to find his soulmate locked away and trapped under a spell.

"If you are king, then that must mean-"

Erik nodded.

This would be the hard part to explain, but whatever happens, soulmate bonds were strong and could never be broken.

Processing your emotions over T'Challa's death was both confusing and hard. You wanted to be upset, you wanted to cry, you wanted to be mad, but none of the emotions came to pass.

Sure it had been a long time since you fell under the spell, but you certainly did not expect your Prince Charming to also be the new ruler and murderer of King T'Challa.

Weeks passed and Erik had spent his time courting and getting to know you. It was all incredibly flattering, but alas, T'Challa still ran through your mind.

He was suppose to marry you, and you would give him an heir.

But all was changed once this American man had stepped his foot onto the Wakanda soil.

Erik slept soundly in the large canopy bed, his large arms wrapped behind his head. You remained awake, thinking about the previous king, the princess and the queen.

Vengeance.

You pondered, soulmate bonds cannot be permanent. If I sever his ties to the earth, I can be set free.

A knife laid tucked underneath the bed.

It was now or never.

Without leaving the bed, your hand slid against the marble floor, feeling for the weapon. The sharp edge pricked your index finger slightly indicating its location, so you raise it from the floor cautiously.

The man remained fast asleep, as peaceful as ever.

Your legs went on either side of Erik, careful not to sit down on him, the knife was pointed straight to his heart. Tiny droplets of blood dripped from your finger and onto his chest.

If I really love T'Challa I will do this for him.

One breath in and the knife went down swiftly, eyes closed.

The problem was, there was no separation of tissue, no splatter of blood, no pained groaned.

Your eyes had opened, staring into the ones that captivated you earlier. They were void of anger or fear, but rather filled with bewilderment.

His much stronger hands squeezed arounds yours softly, holding the knife mere millimetres from penetrating his chest.

His hips bucked, flipping you over, knocking the knife away. The positions had switched as he was now on top, trapping your hands above your head.

"Y-you killed him!" The outburst had come from you, breaking the silence.

Immediately knowing who this was about, Erik explained. "It was ritual combat, he agreed to the conditions."

There was no resentment in his tone, it was so delicate and caring.

"I loved him."

"Yes, you loved him. But honestly tell me now, do you still love him?"

"I do." A fast response, with no chance to think. It was a lie.

"Then why do you lie in this bed with me?" He questioned, eyes peering deep into yours. "Why does my heart beat so calmly when you're around?"

"That is only you." You argued.

"Every time I touch you, I feel something." He placed his hand just above your bosom. "I know you feel it too."

You did, just then too. The way he was looking at you only made you want him even more.

But T'Challa...

An unresolved battle persisted in your mind.

"You're the reason I can't show you all I can give. You still holding onto the nigga who couldn't even wake you up, baby."

Bottom lip pulled between teeth, you tried to look away, but could not.

"Do you love him?"

As much as you wanted to scream yes, it wouldn't happen. It was a lie.

Was it fear? Uncertainty?

"Why you so hesitant, (y/n)?" Erik was surprised to find himself asking you the same question Fari had asked him all that time ago.

Your eyes had looked away, confronting the situation felt like betrayal to T'Challa.

"If you don't want me, tell me to leave."

You could not.

You wanted him, needed him to be here with you.

"I ain't believe it at first, but this soulmate shit is real..."

"But T'Challa-"

"Did nothing..."

You stared at the king silently, resisting him would be next to impossible. The glow of the moon enhancing his features beautifully.

"Ask me to leave." He demanded once again.

"I-I can't... I need you."

Three words Erik was delighted to hear.

Your head lifted to capture his lips between yours. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Erik spread your hands apart, wrapping his fingers between yours to deepen the kiss. Your head rested back against the plush comforter, tingles coursing through each body. He detached for air, giving you the chance as well before claiming your soft lips again. He came in hungrier, more passionate than the first time, unclasping his fingers from your left hand and raising your neck.

His thick lips latched onto your neck, sucking against the skin. The warm scent of vanilla filled his nose pleasantly, the taste sweet against his tongue.

Moans escaped your mouth as he precisely worked his lips around your frame. Now resting above your breasts, Erik gazes into your eyes for approval, in which you granted him.

The long silk garment was removed from your body, revealing a pair breast and erect nipples waiting to be licked. His large hand grasps the right as his head moves to the left, latching onto it hungrily.

Your fingers run over his head, holding them as he skillfully attended to your breasts. Soft moans filled his ears, encouraging him to continue.

He detached, sliding down even further where a wet patch had exposed you.

A smirk graced his lips as he pealed the blue panties away from your body.

Erik positioned himself between your thighs, bending your legs up and over to allow him better access to your dripping core.

He trailed kisses on each thigh before placing one onto your centre. A shiver coursed through your body as he increased the intensity with his tongue.

Experience wouldn't even be the best word to describe his precision.

The moans that were leaving your body were no longer quiet and sultry, rather loud and desperate. Your fingers grabbed his dreads as his tongue continued its assault onto your clit. The further Erik pushed his tongue in, the louder your volume grew.

Pressure continuously built up inside of your core, and shortly after, you had released onto him. There was a lot, nothing that you were expecting.

"Damn, baby." He marvelled with a wet jaw. Erik stood up to remove his bottoms.

The monster growing in his pants sprung free, bobbing slightly and menacingly at you.

But suddenly you had realized something.

I'm a virgin...

Erik noticed the change in your eyes, it appeared more like fear than anything. And not the 'there's no way it's gonna fit' fear.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I've never done this before."

He chuckled, grateful that he would be your first. "That ain't no problem. I got you, baby."

Shyly nodding, you lie back down with a shaky breath. His hands hook underneath your knees, bending them towards your chest. He lubricates his member against your folds before coating it with a hand.

He watched you, watching him. "Don't tense up on me."

You nod again, watching him move closer until it poked at your entrance. A sharp exhale left your mouth as he pushed in slightly.

"Just breathe, you good." Erik coaxes you. Your hands find the bedsheets, nails digging firmly into them.

His member breached even deeper, causing a pained sound to leave your lips. He slows down, giving you time to adjust.

"O-okay, go." You stuttered, allowing him to fit the rest in.

He pressed down slowly but firmly, letting out a moan of his own.

"This shit so tight." He groaned in pleasure, bitting his lower lip.

Ocne he had bottomed, a spark coursed through both his and your veins. It felt as though an even deeper connection had been made, solidifying the meaning of soulmate bonds.

Erik's hips moved backward, removing some of the pressure off of your cervix, but it came back as soon as he moved again.

"Ungh- shit." You winced, trying to manage the strokes.

He continued a slow pace, just for you to adjust. It wasn't going to be a purely pleasurable experience, especially not for the first time, but it wasn't all painful either.

When you finally relaxed his pace increased, thrusts moving more efficiently in and out of you.

"N'Jadaka, ohhh!" You whimpered, eyes shut, body bouncing underneath him.

He admired you underneath the moonlight. Eyes closed, eyebrows narrowed, mouth ajar. The moans, your voice, all so pleasing to him.

She is beautiful.

His lips moved back onto your neck as he forced his hips against yours. Juices mixing with each other, adding to the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning.

Erik had you in multiple positions, each one causing a different sensation. He had you flat on your stomach, his feet planted on the ground, Erik had sloppily thrusted into you until the both of your climaxes were achieved.

Tears rested on your cheek, air flowed in and out heavily as your tried to catch your breath. Sore, but very satisfied.

He pulled you against his body. Sweat moistened your skins, and despite your fatigue, Erik looked ready for another round.

Had to be the effects of the heart-shaped herb.

The intense feeling in each body had finally settled steadily, a deeper connection had been formed and you both knew for certain that soulmate bonds were real. A man who came and caused an uproar brought both dark and light onto the Wakandan nation.

He brought your knuckles against his lips. "My queen, I am yours and you are mine."

"My king, and my soulmate." You contently responded, awaiting all that was to come in the near future.

I am so happy I finally finished part 2 (the final part) to Sleeping Beauty. It's literally been 2 years LOL!

I hope you enjoyed, especially for those who requested!

(Start/Finish: March 31 - April 1, 2020)

#killmonger fic #killmonger x reader #black reader

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pantherandtheseagod · 1 year

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#fanfiction #namor x shuri #shuri x namor #mcu namor #princess shuri #seaprincess

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tarithenurse · 2 years

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N'Jadaka Masterlist

Smut/lemons/nsfw/sexual themes = * Mental health issues = % Violence/gore = #

Always watch out for individual chapter warnings/content.Reader is per default female unless otherwise stated.

One-shots

The dots of a leopard *

Long live the new king.

#N'Jadaka #erik killmonger #N'Jadaka fanfiction #N'Jadaka fanfic #Killmonger #MCU

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Under The Influence | Erik Killmonger

Chapter 5: ~No Teasing Tonight~

For Chapter 4: ~The Problematic Party~ click here.

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Warning: Daddy Kink, Detailed Smut, Blow Job, Basically Riding The Shit Out Of M'Baku's Cock.

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"You know what? Let's make it up to each other." She bit her lip just to mess with him, knowing from their past flings he liked that.

"And how do you want to do that?" He lowered his voice in a hot way and pulled her closer.

"You know how."

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Giggles and laughter filled the massive hallways of the palace as the two made their way back to her room on the top floor, joking around with each other the whole way.

For M'Baku it wasn't the first time he had been in her room and surely knew he was once again, even this time, ending up in her bed sheets. He just always had that kind of behaviour and attitude that made him so attractive to her and that made her desperate for having one night stands with him over and over again. They both knew it was just lust though and nothing more than two friends getting horny over each other and wanting to relieve some stress, but they did love each other in some way. Not in a settling down type of love, but an appreciative and respectful type of love where they wish no other than to comfort each other and help each other.

The moment Ven stepped foot inside her own room, she felt M'Baku's hand sneak around her waist and twisted her around until she faced him, lips inches away from each other.

"I do have to make sure you're okay with this." He spoke softly, almost like a whisper and she shivered by his warm breath making contact with her skin.

"M'Baku, this is our thousandth time ending up in each other's bed-.... of course I'm okay with this." She reassured him and nodded with a smile to strengthen the consent she was giving him.

M'Baku kicked the door closed with his boot once he had his permission, firmly grabbing her hips as their lips finally made contact. He tasted so familiar and addictive and the groans that left his throat aroused her as much as the firm press of his desirous lips, her own soft whimpers and moans mixing in the kiss.

He had missed it, tasting her like this, making her moan like this, and he wasn't afraid to show or let her hear it either.

The tone in his voice was a perfect mix of ecstatic lust and desire while he growled against her lips and Ven let her body get pressed closer to his by his arms, sliding one of her palms up to caress the side of the man's sharp jaw.

"I missed this." One of his hands sneaked down her back and to her ass to mould it in his big hand and she gasped softly, the desire in her core growing even more when his hand was so close to the place she wanted to be touched the most.

"Me too." She spoke with the breath she didn't know she was holding and kissed him deeper, her hand that was still on his jaw feeling it work as he opened her mouth with his tongue. Ven purred a little and met his tongue with some force of her own, wrapping her arms around his neck as they passed on some saliva. M'Baku had none of the calm foreplay today though since he was in a bit of a hurry and forced her back against the wall, grabbing her fragile wrists to pin them above her head while he kissed down her neck.

She didn't struggle though.

She loved submitting to him like this, him having full control over her.

He made her feel safe enough to do so.

"Let me tell you something, love. Daddy's not into the playing or teasing tonight, understood?" M'Baku growled in a huskier voice than normal and the woman's knees started to grow weak with need, very fucking grateful that he was still holding onto her, otherwise she would have damn near fallen over instantly. "You're going to take all of me in one go and I don't want to hear anything that sounds close to whining coming from your mouth."

"Yes daddy." Ven nodded and he let go off her wrists, undoing his belt as he sat down on the edge of her massive bed.

"Come here and get on your knees." He commanded and she watched him take off his belt and then his pants. Just thinking about his huge cock pounding into her tight wet pussy made her mouth saliva and her eyes dropped to his lap with a slight smirk.

There it was, there was the beautiful cock she had been craving for.... that dick that had made her pussy cream so much all those other times.

No man did it like him.

Not a single man.

With full enthusiasm Ven let herself fall to her knees in front of him and smiled when he had quickly shoved a pillow under her before she did so.

"Don't want some sore knees interrupting my pleasure." He smirked down at her and leaned back on his arms a bit, giving her a bit more space while she positioned herself between his muscular thighs.

"Thank you for caring about my welfare too." She commented sarcastically, looking back down at his lap to admire his cock before she gave M'Baku an innocent smile while fluttering her lashes at him slowly.

"Go on, you know what to do with that." He encouraged and she wrapped her hand around the base of his big cock.

Damn, he was already as stiff as concrete when she touched him and she ran her thumb over his plump tip.

Just the sight of his big dick already made her pussy automatically expand to take all of him, the throbbing deep inside of her wanting to be silenced by his dick that could hit her spot so perfectly.

"What did I tell you, love~....?" He interrupted her nasty thoughts and she shook her head to clear her mind.

"No playing or teasing...." She repeated what M'Baku had said before while lowering her head, stopping with stroking him.

"Then why the fuck are those pretty full lips not wrapped around daddy's dick yet?" He growled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her to get closer to his dick that was already leaking some pre cum and she opened her mouth obediently, letting her spit drip over his tip. M'Baku inhaled deeply and stroked her hair, relaxing when he felt the warmth of her hot breath on his cock and then her wet lips wrapped around his dick. "There we go, suck daddy nice and sloppy."

She sloppily began bobbing her head while he shoved his cock further into her throat with the help of his strong hand on the back of her head. She choked a little, but tried to keep her throat relaxed nonetheless. He had her under full control so she didn't have much choice but to take him like this anyway. After a bit of sloppily deep throating him, he let go off her head, holding onto her hair now and pulling her back up a little to sign to her she was allowed to go back up and she sucked just the tip of his dick while using her wet hand to stroke the rest of him.

Ven knew that was his weakness and the more she sucked the more pre cum coated her sinful tongue.

"Undress and get up here." He growled and she popped her lips off of him satisfyingly, licking the pre cum that kept leaking from his tip before she raised to her feet again.

Lifting up her short dress, Ven quickly pulled it off and threw it to the side, showing him she had nothing underneath it while she straddled his lap. Her pussy already soaked and ready for him to take her. M'Baku licked his lips while he felt her juices drip down his cock and let his hands massage and rub the soft skin of her beautiful ass before going back up to caress the rest of her curves. He always loved to first admire her beautiful hour glass figure and her unique skin before he would fuck the shy and calm personality out of her and turn her into the fucking animal she actually was.

Whatever this woman wanted, M'Baku would honestly give it to her as long as could have her, taste her, fuck her.

Fuck, he couldn't control himself anymore.

With his hands on her hips he pushed his tip against her soaked pussy lips and snapped his hips forwards, pushing in in one go.

"Ah~! Oh my god, Baku!" She screamed it out immediately as she felt him stretch her to the max and he pushed her further down until he filled her to the brim. "You're way too deep, daddy." She cried out from the delicious pain of his cock squeezing inside of her and her angelic voice cracked. She had thought she was ready for him this time, but he always kept surprising her with his thickness and length over and over again and she was once again struggling.

"No whining!" He groaned and Ven let her forehead rest against his shoulder, her pussy clenching around him, still trying to adjust to him while he slowly thrusted into her.

She felt so fucking full.

Not being able to resist the pleasure and throbbing for long, her body began to move out of its own to try and silence the arousal herself. Her hips began to roll against his, wrapping her arms around his neck while she rode him at a fast pace and he inhaled her scent. She smelled like white lilies and her white porcelain like skin glistened in the moonlight that shone through her open windows.

That sight made him grab onto her tighter and thrusted back into her harder.

"Fuck, that pussy is so tight for me." He smacked her ass hard, pumping her up and down even more.

"All for you to ruin." She panted, the sound of skin hitting skin soon echoing through her bedroom as well as both their moans combined and Ven's golden eyes were glued to M'Baku's as she bounced on his perfect curved dick.

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After a long and rough night, Erik chose to go to his bedroom early. He saw this evening as a chance to talk and bond with his advisor a little bit more, but some M'Baku had already stolen her from him that evening and he hadn't seen them ever since, leaving him to deal with everything alone.

He was just exhausted and frustrated and calmly walked, kind of relieved he could escape from the crowd, down the hallway of his bedroom, suddenly hearing screams of pleasure coming from a woman.

But not just a woman.... the woman he urged for so horribly bad and that motherfucker had stolen her from him.

He took a step towards her bedroom door, listening to her beautiful light voice that cracked every time the man thrusted back up into her he assumed, and anger flared within him.

That was supposed to be him.

It was supposed to be his cock pounding into her soft walls.... his cock that would make her feel so good, that would make her scream this loud and would make her cum countless of times.

He had no idea why he was so jealous and why he just couldn't keep himself calm around the woman.... he had never felt this connected to someone that he wanted to get to know them, but he wanted her, and nobody was going to get in his way.

In anger, Erik slammed his own bedroom door shut, but neither Ven, nor M'Baku had heard it while waves of pleasure continued to shock through their bodies as they both came together.

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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 67″

Masterlist HERE. NSFW. Smut. 18+.

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"But for now He moves so proud He dips, he pirouettes; The Mambo King Floats around the ring His hands like castanets; He sways, tugged back Gravity grows slack He's propelled by strings of rhythm He forward stalls, Yes, to dance is all' Yes, dance while you still have Breath."

David McLansky - "Riff on Rita Dove's Mambo"

N'Jadaka approached the viewscreen of the Royal Talon Fighter. A storm cloud of thoughts rested above his mind in a gray funk, but he pushed it aside to enjoy the sight of thousands of Wakandans dotting the beach below his royal aircraft.

"Baba, so many people!" Sydette squealed, standing next to him.

Riki held his hand and Joba stood in front of him peering at the spectacle below them. Behind them, the Udaku royal family sat in anticipation. Disa and Yani were among the group as were Dante, Umama, and Baba Z. Nakia sat next to T'Challa holding onto his hand with quiet affection.

The shoreline rippled with people dressed in the colors of the sea paying their respects to Mama Wati. Six men carried the platform of a giant blue-black statue of an African mermaid with long serpentine locs decorated with shells and starfish toward the warm water where revelers piled an offering boat with gifts. All eyes were averted to the Royal Talon Fighter as it hovered above a cleared pathway for the king. The excitement of his presence was palpable. Ramonda handed him an extravagant blue sugar and azure floral arrangement in the shape of a giant nautilus shell. The Talon Fighter ramp opened and N'Jadaka stepped out of the aircraft with his family behind him.

Drummers startled his children as the Birnin S'Yan elders from the Mama Wati Temple greeted them, holding their hands out in a sign of respect.

"Ukumkani, we are so honored you could join us on this special day," said a male elder draped in all white with blue glass beads around his neck.

The rulers of Wakanda normally handed over their family offerings from inside the palace, rarely attending the festive site in person. N'Jadaka wanted to be seen all the time and in all parts of the country. The wide-eyed stares all across his family hinted at how detached the Udaku clan had been for decades. His children were an extra rare treat. They were ogled as much as him. Their mothers stood behind him and there were slick glances their way too. As always, Disa stayed covered up with a flowing blue caftan, dark shades, and her hijab. Yani wore a light blue skirt with a white netted top layered over a blue-green half tank with loads of long, cyan-blue seeded beads. She decorated her face with white dots fashioned after Shuri's flashy style.

"I present to you our family offering. May Mama Wati accept our gift," N'Jadaka said.

A female elder took the nautilus shell from his hands and carried it over to the lead boat where it was gently placed at the top of other beautiful offerings completing the ritual procession. The Udaku family stood to the side of the gathered temple priests and witnessed the prayers and incense given to the deity. The stimulated energy from all those present crawled along his skin and he noticed the reactions to the projection of power he displayed physically from his hair to his cobalt blue robes. Nine Doras mingled nearby and watched the crowds. Birnin S'Yan wasn't particularly fond of the transition of power. A small but vocal minority in their governing territorial body didn't want T'Challa to cede power to him. It was also the original root of the Phuri and it was better to be overly cautious with security. The Kingsguard also kept close to his kin and his Onyx Squad spread out among the revelers.

Yani moved closer to him and leaned up against his arm. She kept a watchful eye on his physical bearing. He had rested for days before the celebration, however, she stuck to him all the way from the palace. She must've clued Disa in because both women peeped his every move for any signs of fatigue.

"It's so beautiful… and calm," Yani said, watching the offering boat sailing over small waves.

She threaded her fingers with his and squeezed them gently, then pressed her cheek into his arm. Ramonda cleared her throat, reminding them to keep aware of their surroundings. Public displays of affection were to be full of reserve, but N'Jadaka ate it up. Yani touched him first. He released her hand, but they stayed close to each other, their children enjoying the Black mermaid display once the boat was too far to see anymore. Ritual singers chanted a sailing song for the boat and attendants on board released the offerings into the sea.

White incense swirled in the air across the waters once the boat was emptied of gifts, and ululations broke out accompanied by raucous music tumbling all around them with wild abandon. The raging flares of sunlight bounced off of elaborately decorated blue and white umbrellas that shielded smiling faces adorned with crystals and paint. The contagious release of joy spread beyond the shoreline giving the flavor of a second line. Yani and the children shuffled their feet and bodies with the Wakandans near them and the urge to shake his hips seeped into his marrow. Disa clapped her hands encouraging their little ones and he thought he would abstain from moving to keep a reserved image. But Shuri wiggled her hips with Ramonda, while T'Challa rocked on his heels next to Nakia's body rolls. N'Jadaka shook his arms and shoulders causing a rush of excited clapping from his people, egging him on to cut loose more. He watched Yani twirl around with Joba and joined them, shaking his body in time with the drums and stringed instruments. They widened the circle and let Riki and Sydette in, as his eldest tugged on Disa's hand forcing her to link up too. The crowd made their way toward the parade route and the Udaku clan shuffled behind to find their roped-off section of a raised platform to view the continued grand festivities. Yani shimmied her shoulders and he couldn't help himself from dancing behind her. She grabbed his hand and he swung her around in a wide arc, pulling her back in close. Their eyes met and he let her go, aware that everyone stared at their brazen playfulness with each other that bordered on intimate affection. Pulling back from her, he took on a cool persona again, helping Riki and Joba up onto the risers.

He checked on the family around him and caught Disa tapping her kimoyo before peeking over her shoulder toward the visible mountain range that led to the Jabari lands. She smirked at him when she turned her gaze back toward the festivities in front of them. Her face glowed and he winked at her to let her know he understood her feelings. Despite the fun of being with everyone, she wanted to be somewhere else.

The parade delighted his children, their precocious eyes were wide open in wonderment marveling at giant aquatic creatures floating past with angelic grace. Dancers, acrobats, singers, rhinos, elephants, and giant, long-horned bulls marched past. A beautiful woman dressed to represent Mama Wati floated past on a platform tossing out gold shell-shaped wrappers filled with chocolates and his kids went nuts squealing, trying to catch them with other children along the route. An hour went by, and there was too much more to see.

"This way your highness, we would like to show you the family altars," a male elder said.

The entire family followed him and they played tourist to the elaborate altars and other fanfare. In the distance, he saw the section marked off for the diaspora delegates who watched respectfully. As the formal ceremony ended, the foreign guests were allowed to view a few altars before they were escorted away for a lunch spread above the bluffs where they could continue to enjoy the celebration. There was a fair and more activity in the city for them to participate in too.

Yani and Disa chatted about the altars and their children collected seashells and flowers that had blown off of displays. They cruised along to the boardwalk on foot and looked over brightly decorated vendor booths where souvenir items could be purchased. The sugary smells of sweet candies, grilled corn on the cob, fried dumplings, and meaty kebabs scented the air making his stomach grumble. Food vendors gladly gave him free samples and asked for pictures with him. He shook hands, smiled for holopics, and talked to enthusiastic citizens.

Joba grabbed Disa's hand and dragged her toward the fair with Dante and Shuri. Riki and Sydette matched her pace while tugging Marisol and Twyla along. Nakia and T'Challa straggled off in another direction. Their security team split up accordingly. Baba Z, Umama, and Ramonda walked ahead of him. Yani stayed by his side. Music blasted around them.

"Reminds me of Juvay and carnival in Brazil," he said.

Yani nodded.

"This is more ceremonial… serious," she said.

"You don't think people were shaking ass hard for Mama Wati?" he teased.

She punched his arm playfully and he clasped her hand in his. He kissed the top of her knuckles. Ahead of them was a large tent. N'Jadaka stopped in front of it.

"Let's go inside," he said.

He read the display sign next to a young woman with stars in her eyes as she stared at him.

"Is it all statues?" he asked.

"There is other artwork too, my king," the woman said, keeping her eyes downcast from shyness.

Ayo and Aneka stepped inside first and checked every part of the tent. A few Wakandans stepped out and his Onyx Squad blocked the entrance so that he and Yani could enjoy the vendor tent by themselves in private.

"Oh, look at this," Yani cooed at the first large, framed photo.

A vivid color photo of the Black Mermaid statue that represented Mama Wati gave notice of the splendor inside. Every picture was a stunning photographic lesson on the importance of the annual holiday. Each display became better than the last, and they walked in silence until they came across a photo of his father and uncle when they were young teenagers standing in front of the palace handing over a family offering to the sea.

N'Jadaka grinned.

"It's funny to see my Baba all skinny and without a beard," he said.

Both boys held the offering with giant grins on their faces. There was love there. Pure brotherly affection.

"Things could've been so…"

He didn't finish the obvious.

"I like these," Yani said.

She drew his attention to several small statues representing Bast and Sekhmet, Mama Wati's sisters.

"Oh, and this one!" Yani said.

N'Jadaka read the placard. The statue Yani fawned over showed a depiction of a more ancient onyx Mama Wati with an extended pregnant belly with a curved fishtail that she rested on. She had a bald head and closed eyes making it seem like she was sunbathing herself and her full belly.

"Looks like you," he said.

Yani beamed and circled around the statue.

"I was almost that big with Dumplin," she said.

She touched the belly button of the figure and he touched it too, rubbing it a little. Yani's eyes held a dusky sensualness. He let his finger trace up the statue and onto her arm. She shuddered and he slinked behind her, lowering his head to kiss the back of her neck. Peppering kisses along the bare parts of her shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back comfortably and molded her soft frame against the hard muscles of his chest and stomach.

"You're still my Black mermaid?" he whispered in her ear.

Yani trembled and a breathy sigh escaped from her glossy lips. He nibbled on her earlobe and rocked her in his arms.

"Don't want to answer me right now?" he teased.

She tilted her head and he hummed her name in the shell of her ear and she giggled.

"Okay… okay… I see I have to get my formal courting on point before you accept me. Bet."

He released her and she turned around keeping her warmth against his warmer body. She raised her head up and he stared at her lips that were parted and ached to be kissed. Her hands slid up his chest and folded like little doves on the nape of his neck making him feel romantic and wishing to escape out of the tent and return to his palace home so they could really be alone together.

"I did well today, Yani. Didn't overexert myself or anything."

She nodded in agreement and he became so conscious of her body pressed into his with snug assurance. N'Jadaka's dick plumped under the royal robes and he relaxed knowing there were enough layers and beading on it that she wouldn't notice his arousal while holding her.

She kissed him.

Dammit!

Their lips connected and her tongue sought entry into his mouth right away. Being next to one another all day led to a fusion of plush lips, soft moans, and needy swirls of fingers against necks and waists. He angled his neck for more comfort and groaned when Yani figured out his erection disturbed his royal clothing. She sucked on his tongue and then licked across his upper lip, grinding her lower parts into him.

"See… I was tryna avoid this," he chuckled.

He adjusted his robes and she teased him by brushing sneaky touches on his privates.

"Show some respect to the king," he commanded.

She reacted to his tone and her eyes turned dreamy. He snaked a hand around her neck, holding her still. The air crackled with new energy and he wrenched his eyes away from her and toward the front of the tent.

"Someone's coming," he said, stepping back at an appropriate length between them.

Okoye rushed into their area and flanked his side.

"King N'Jadaka, you are being summoned by Captain Lebohang," Okoye whispered in his ear.

He looked at Yani and reached for her hand.

"I'll meet you when I'm done checking in with my naval officer," he said.

"Okay," Yani said with concern in her eyes.

"It's alright, Yani. I'll see you in a bit."

He kissed her cheek and she rested her hands on his chest.

"Don't stress yourself out," Yani said. "Today is Mama Wati's day… a day for family and fun."

He noticed Ayo waiting in the corner.

"Ayo. Please escort Princess Yani to where Lady Galiber and my children are."

"Yes, your highness," Ayo said.

N'Jadaka followed Okoye in the opposite direction of the vendor tent. The general led him to the well-guarded Royal Talon Fighter. Several stinger ships and wasp crafts flew above it for extra protection. T'Challa stood at attention inside, with an image of Captain Lebohang floating on the work console.

"Captain," N'Jadaka said.

"The Talokanil have attacked three more ships in the upper Atlantic. C.I.A. and Navy Seals connected. This time they sank them. A distress signal made it to their leadership and they are blaming us, your highness," Lebohang said.

"Shit," N'Jadaka grumbled.

"We intercepted a cryptic message to the United States Secretary of Defense and he is due to meet with their president later today," Lebohang said.

N'Jadaka turned to Okoye.

"Bring Fury to my office immediately. I'll be there shortly," N'Jadaka said. "Lebohang, what do they have exactly as proof that they think it's us?"

"Nothing. The hulls of the ship were damaged making the vessels sink. We know for sure that they are searching for vibranium."

Lebohang patched in audio of messages relayed before the ships were destroyed. N'Jadaka glanced at his cousin.

"I'll have to go to the states earlier than planned," N'Jadaka said.

"They are impatient for our resources and technology," T'Challa said. "Their search for vibranium will fail."

"Yet somehow, they keep getting on the Talokan radar," N'Jadaka said.

"They cannot detect vibranium. K'uk'ulkan is being reckless and the blame shifts to us," T'Challa said.

N'Jadaka projected a map of the globe and Lebohang marked off areas of ship attacks around the world that were not reported to the public.

"Show me a twenty-year overlay of classified American naval attacks," N'Jadaka commanded the Talon Fighter's griot.

Crimson markers sprouted up all around the world.

"They have a vast territory," T'Challa said.

"We barely know what's beneath the surface… looking at all of this… they could be legion and no one would know," N'Jadaka said.

N'Jadaka studied the data and compared intel from when he was a child on the Atlantic until their present state.

"I see a pattern," N'Jadaka said.

He tapped the projected screen and the Shuri-led Wakandan Group Design outreach facilities popped up in purple near the West African coasts from Senegal to Angola.

"The C.I.A. is searching wherever we are entrenched," T'Challa said.

"They won't be working alone. France has their foot on our neck too with the U.K. pretending to be patient with their former colonies who benefit from our research facilities," N'Jadaka said.

"We are providing desalinization machines, new fertilization techniques for agriculture, and diversification of seed farming, as well as medical training with advanced tools," T'Challa said.

"All benefits due to vibranium hardware," N'Jadaka said.

Okoye and Ayo ran back onto the Talon Fighter.

"King N'Jadaka," Okoye said.

N'Jadaka sensed her deep distress and followed behind her. They moved past the aircraft and stepped onto the edge of the boardwalk. Wakandans who stayed on the beach stood staring at the water. Okoye handed him a pair of slender binoculars.

"It arrived nine minutes ago and has been staying in that position ever since," Ayo said.

Peering into the binoculars, he observed a lone whale tail fin breaching the surface and standing still.

"This is not our season for that particular species of whale to be in our waters, and a spy drone detected traces of vibranium on the barnacles coating its underside," Okoye said.

N'Jadaka looked at T'Challa.

"He knows where we are," N'Jadaka said.

"A warning?" T'Challa said.

"A promise."

He peered through the binoculars again.

"The fuck?"

Several Wakandan leisure sailboats floated too close to the whale. One large boat sported the Udaku family crest. N'Jadaka tapped his kimoyo beads and contacted Noxolo.

"Where are you?" N'Jadaka barked.

His kimoyo GPS locked in on his children and their mothers. He knew the answer before Noxolo spoke.

"The royal family is taking a boat excursion," Noxolo said.

"Head back to shore now!" he shouted.

N'Jadaka ordered the Royal Talon Fighter to power up. A stinger aircraft zoomed above the whale and kept a tracking device on it.

"Take me to the boat," N'Jadaka said.

T'Challa's Black Panther suit swarmed over him and he jumped aboard a military quad aircraft that raced out to the whale. The Talon Fighter swooped down to the pleasure boat that carried his family. Okoye maneuvered the aircraft ramp onto the boat. He swept down to greet his people.

"What is happening?" Ramonda asked as she helped Umama and Baba Z onto the ship.

"Time to return to the palace," N'Jadaka said.

"Aw… but we wahn to go back to the fair again," Riki grumbled.

Sydette stared into his eyes.

"Baba knows best," Sydette said, pushing her little brother to move faster.

Disa and Yani kept quiet, already understanding that something wasn't right without asking him about it.

Nick Fury didn't try to hide anything from N'Jadaka.

He stood before the Wakandan king unguarded with his emotions and body language.

"The U.S. has been waiting to move on you," Fury said.

"What's stopping them?" N'Jadaka said, watching the man from behind his desk.

"Greed and collecting irrefutable evidence. We want you to hand over your vibranium and tech now. But we also want boots on the ground here just like we did in Iraq and Afghanistan. The success of your community centers and outreach facilities prevents an outright attack. Several U.S. senators have voted against pressuring the U.N., but the president will support covert operations from within and from our allies," Fury said.

Fury curled his lips into a sneer.

"You already knew that, king. Why the concern about it now?" Fury asked.

"I want full transparency from you, not the PR explanation."

"I could stand here and tell you we need your tech for the space threat, but our president looks beyond that. We want total control of this country and how you move. The U.S. is not beyond doing you like we did Japan in 1945."

"Destruction and then puppet master," N'Jadaka said.

"It's all we ever do."

"I will go to war if America feels froggish."

"You have a right to defend your nation. But you have no true allies anywhere. Your African neighbors look at you with distrust, even as you attempt to help improve their lives. Wakanda is a country without equals and you are a threat to everyone," Fury said.

N'Jadaka stood up from his seat and moved around to the front of his desk. He handed Fury a large cigar from a gold and mahogany humidor box. Lighting up the smokes, they both puffed and eyed each other warily.

"How soon?" N'Jadaka asked.

"How soon…?"

"Fury, now is not the time to jerk me around. When does the U.S. plan on coming for us?"

"The U.S., Spain, and France have drafted a joint plot to destabilize after the Asgardian problem has been resolved. China and Russia are already looking to disrupt parts of West Africa to get a foothold on any advances you share outside your borders. They all plan to reverse engineer anything they can take from you and retcon their previous calls to work in partnership with this country. The axis of global power is in your hand… just yours. Your assassination is on the table. They want T'Challa back in power. He is deemed flexible and more willing to do business."

N'Jadaka grinned and took a long drag on his cigar.

"I wanted to hear you say it out loud," N'Jadaka said.

"Yeah… well… before they come for your head, they want to use you. May I?"

Fury pointed to his controlled kimoyo beads and N'Jadaka's comm tab interface. N'Jadaka turned on his view screen projector. Fury tapped his beads against the floating screen.

"Received these images from your probe two hours ago," Fury said.

"What am I looking at?"

"To the military, a UAP—Unidentified Aerial Phenomena— to you, me, and the American president, little green men. Expect a call soon. We assume that whatever is coming from up there has sent a scouting team. An elevated orange alert is in effect."

"Place of impact?"

"There was none. It entered the atmosphere and went off the radar. The last known trajectory was over Western Europe. Scotland to be exact."

N'Jadaka rolled his neck and smoked. Both men stared at the images of bright lights streaking across the earth.

Fury told him a lot. N'Jadaka wouldn't reveal the Talokanil to him no matter what amount of intel he gave up. The whale sighting unnerved him, but he accepted the message K'uk'ulkan sent. The god-king knew where they existed just like Wakanda grasped their territories too. He studied war in the navy long enough to know how to be strategic. Talokan hated surface dwellers but had a vague connection to Wakanda. That made them neutral. The current threat floated in front of him.

"I want to leave Wakanda tomorrow morning. The Avengers have to be gathered," Fury said.

"I'll be in Switzerland next week and then I'm heading to the U.S. to meet the president on his home turf," N'Jadaka said.

Fury stared at him hard.

"You have international delegates coming here—"

N'Jadaka waved his hands at the man.

"I'm canceling all that shit. Shutting up shop. Telling them all that to their faces. Plotting against me? Nah, I'm coming to your house and setting everybody straight at one time and in one place," N'Jadaka huffed.

He crushed the last of his cigar in a brass ashtray and tapped the projected screen. Fury swiveled his neck to look at the new image above N'Jadaka's desk.

Agent Everett Ross.

"I'm familiar with him," Fury said.

N'Jadaka slid the government issue photo to the side and added another next to it. A slightly blurred picture taken on the Nigandan border from Nakia's bodycam long ago.

"I'm going to kill him," N'Jadaka said.

"Wait a minute…."

Fury held up an index finger and gave a nervous smile of disbelief.

"You can't kill a spook—"

"Ross came into Wakanda and pretended to be friends with my family. I shot him four years ago. He's supposed to be dead. T'Challa saved him because of Nakia. That spook came here, downloaded everything he could gather about us and our security, and pressured some unhinged Wakandans to go up against the royal family. He nearly orchestrated the death of my grandparents and helped murder civilians to stir up a coup. We captured one of the terrorists he instigated and supported, and I got a full confession in person with proof. I'm only telling you this so you can put some distance between yourself and us. I'm taking him out after I place Nakia in the States."

"King… N'Jadaka….listen…."

Fury ground out his cigar and furrowed his brow.

"He played in my family's face and disrupted the peace here. Threatening the safety of my children and their mothers is unforgivable."

"Why not use him? Huh? Play him like he played your people."

"No."

Fury held his palms together and closed his eyes for a second.

"His ex-wife is now the new head of the C.I.A. If you kill, you'll lose access to the root of all your problems. The Feds are hot for your head. Don't give them ammunition to come here early."

"We'd kill them all before they even reached the hidden border."

Fury paced the floor.

"I understand the fucked situation Ross put your people in—"

"Good, cuz there's no fuckin' way Wakandans should've been working with a C.I.A. agent in the first place—"

"But delay the revenge kill. There's a lot on the line on my end and I need that man alive."

"He orchestrated the destruction of the Hall of Panthers. The place where my ancestors rest, bruh. Umama and Baba Z were there to prepare for my parent's arrival back home… my three kids were in school not too far from where they could see and hear what was going on—"

"If you could find it in your power to hold off…for a time… I won't stand in your way. He isn't going anywhere. You said Nakia is heading to the States…best believe he'll be there close to her and T'Challa. Listen, I have no love for that man one way or the other. But I'm telling you as your only friend on the outside, the project I'm overseeing needs Ross and his contacts."

The urge to end the agent subsided. A coolness at the top of his head tamed him and he accepted the nudge from Bast to fall back. N'Jadaka did have time, and it would be smart to use Ross for a few more months by feeding him false intel and shadowing him. It took him over twenty years to be king. He could wait a year to snuff a rat.

"I'll give you twelve months," N'Jadaka said.

"Thank you."

"I'll have you set for departure after breakfast tomorrow."

Fury extended his open hand to the king.

"Let's meet in the States when you come over. I get word before you do about the UAP, I'll hit you up. We'll need everything Wakanda has if this turns out as bad as those refugees warned us about."

N'Jadaka shook his hand and summoned palace guards to escort Fury back to his personal villa. He missed dinner with the family and was shocked that Yani didn't send a message to remind him. Grabbing some leftovers in his office staff room, he heated up a vegetarian meal of slippery zucchini and pasta in a light cream sauce. He texted messages to his children that he would see them before bedtime and headed for the palace pool. Thoughts of murder and mayhem receded to the back of his mind.

Walking into the pool room he headed for the shower room first and shucked off his royal robes. Hot steam puffed around his nude form. His kimoyo lit up. A vid message from Yani. He played it.

"Hey! The kids are resting early. They want to see the fireworks tonight from the moon deck, so no storytime at nine. We can meet you there before they start. There will be ice cream too!"

He grinned and her image winked out. Stepping out of the showers he padded away from the fancy parts of the upper pool and headed down to the simple mineral water whirlpool section. Dropping down into the balmy warmth, he waded past a colored water display that sat in the center and discovered Yani already indulging in the soothing pool that bubbled and gurgled around her. She stood up and revealed her own naked form.

"I thought you were at the house. Got your message," he said, grinning so hard his cheeks stretched wide.

"Shuri and Marisol entertained them until they were knocked out for later tonight. Twyla and Disa went to a party and I didn't want to tag along."

"Decided to come here for a skinny dip, huh?" he said.

"Yeah."

"Me too. Some stress relief… wind down and shit."

"Was your meeting with Fury good?" she asked.

He could barely concentrate on her words. Staring at her in warm water with full breasts pearling with liquid droplets blotted out an answer to her inquiry. He shook his head and tried to focus on his hands swirling in the pool water.

"It was a good meeting. He's leaving tomorrow."

She nodded and turned away from him, heading for the stairs. He followed, watching her backside bounce as she moved in the heated water.

"Damn," he muttered while staring.

She bent over to fix a fluffy turquoise towel she had at the edge of the pool, and her ass cheeks parted enough where he could see the back of her vulva. Her folds glistened, not from water, but from her own sticky arousal. Had she been down here thinking about him being naked?

His dick jumped and he didn't try to stop it from reacting by thinking of mundane things. He embraced what was before him. She turned and lifted herself onto her towel. He moved between Yani's open thighs and held her by the waist.

"Why do I feel like you're really here to check up on my health again?" he said.

She batted her eyelashes. Her face was lightly made up and she smelled like sugar and vanilla. His body tingled up a storm so close to her and he was aware of her feeling the same way by how coy she played being there in the nude. He couldn't stop grinning while staring at her face and lush body. Yani knew that he needed to see her at the end of a long day and presenting herself fully naked and vulnerable was an invitation to love on her as he did in the past. He ignored the fat dick hanging between his legs poking at her thighs. Her big seductive eyes trapped him, turning his insides into mush. The heat of his love for her flowed out like it was a cloud of smoke and surrounded her, making Yani's fingers spring into action as they traced lines on his cheek and lips. A king needed a woman to come home to. N'Jadaka left his worries back at the office and slipped into the welcoming warmth of Yani's presence.

He held up a hand and she threaded her fingers with his and they pressed their foreheads together enjoying the peace of water and love floating through them. She would return to work in the morning with his older children and the separation ate at him.

"Yani, I love you."

Her gaze lowered and her eyes welled up, staring at his chest.

"It takes so much for me to be the king, but having you here with me means everything."

She placed her arms around his shoulders but still wouldn't look him in the eye again. Soft sighs fell from her lips and she listened intently. He wanted her in his home, but she valued her space away from him. A surge of energy reared up within him and she trembled, feeling it on her skin. He was a force of nature. As cliché as it sounded to him, he understood that his power was truly visceral, and everyone would always become affected by it when they were near him. Even his woman.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

She looked up at him then, her round moon-lust eyes so glittery with desire. Yani moved her face closer and he enveloped her lips with such tenderness that she cried. She needed his love and the weight of her heart pressed on him making his hands tremble as he held her face.

"You're so beautiful… gave me beautiful children… gave me life again," he said with soft words.

He kissed down her cheek and planted more kisses on her throat and in the middle of her chest where her breasts rested in wet glory. He palmed them, kneading the fullness until he plucked at her nipples, pinching them hard to make them pebble into high peaks. Lifting the royal dick that bobbed in the water, he fisted himself and sucked on a nipple. Yani threw her head back and moaned. He groaned while beating his dick, his fist bouncing from the wild hairy root of his dick. The thick thatch of hair that he kept ungroomed turned her on.

He released her plump nipple and lifted her legs out of the water, widening her thighs so he could stare at her pussy. Her folds were wide open and her slit dripped with slick arousal.

"Look at that pretty pussy," he said.

Yani whimpered and her pussy throbbed open, blessing his eyes with wet pinkness surrounded by smooth brown outer lips. He slapped his dick against the lovely sight and his tip spewed precum all over her clit.

They acted dangerously.

Her pussy was the gateway to paradise. They both knew it. His stiffness stood like smooth hardwood and slapping it against her folds made her weak. Her opening twitched and revealed heaven and he felt entitled to claim all of her. He was the king after all.

Dropping lower into the pool water for a better position, he smothered her folds with his mouth and sucked on her pussy lips and clit. Yani cried out and clutched at his locs. Coming up for air, the lower part of his face shined like a glossy welcoming to a new bond between them. He knew other men had been with his woman while he had been away. But there was no way any of them flooded her walls with cum. Her pussy was too precious for that after having royalty in it. He licked all around her vulva, even sucked on her meaty inner thighs to chase every nerve ending that came alive inside of her.

She had been his heart, the soft part of his soul when he worked for Klaue. Yani gave him kindness, and confidence to love again, yearning for a home of his own with a family of his own. She had nothing and yet gave him everything. She allowed him to be like his father. A provider. A protector. A lover. He was the one she came to when she needed reassurance and confidence in her own abilities. She followed him all the way to the end and despite the horrors of violence, a long separation, and emotional turmoil, she still loved the hell out of him. It poured out of her as she came on his lips, crying out his name and arching her back. He stood and stroked his dick, pressing the wide head against her opening, watching the aftershock contractions of her pussy making her shudder on her back. Being bold, he slipped the head in and she squirmed, raising up on her elbows to stare at his hooded eyes.

"Tell me nobody else came in this pussy," he insisted.

Her shiny eyes were drenched with an insatiable lust for him. A possessive streak rose in him.

"I want to hear you tell me… nobody came in this pussy," he barked.

His girth stretched her pussy lips and she gazed down at the brazen entry into her tight rings of muscle that squeezed at his tip. She closed her eyes, her lower body tense with expectation. Although he rested at her entrance, the bulbous head was still too much to take with the teasing. Yani could only shake her head, denying that anyone else had that type of close intimacy.

He relaxed and gripped the root of his dick, guiding the length out so that it smacked at her swollen folds again, testing the limits of her arousal. Her wet entrance curled around his girth as he shoved the head in again, not moving at all. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples with gentle tugs. His tip pulled down on her clit, the friction bringing her intense pleasure and edging him closer to oblivion. The urge to plunge all the way in tickled his resolve, but he forced himself to keep control. He had to stay strong. Every second with her weakened him and he wanted to show Yani that a king had power over his own body and his word. He was supposed to court her properly. Not revert back to his island ways. The heat of his dick had her lips twisted up in agony. Her dewy eyes pleaded for merciful relief. He sighed knowing he would fail at restraint.

The gods inside of him watched with amused indifference and he was quite sure that Yani sensed that commanding otherworldly force. Her body definitely reacted to it. He wiggled his hips and her pussy contracted and squirted a drizzle of fluid that leaked onto his length. N'Jadaka kissed her and his tongue teased her mouth, drawing out scattered pants and mewling sounds. She squirmed and reached out to hold his shoulders, but he shifted back and pulled out of her entrance.

A king didn't need to play around in a pool.

He tongued her down properly, fingered her clit, spreading her wetness around, and helped her climax on his hand.

"Stay with me tonight," he said after she stopped shaking.

"People will talk."

"People are already talking about us. That can't be helped."

"I don't want our children to be confused… but I want to… I really do."

"We can have them stay with Grandpop. In the morning we can have breakfast together in my quarters and see them off to school."

Her hesitation felt more for his sake than hers. The king of Wakanda sneaking around the palace with the mother of his children sat in her cautious eyes. They both wanted to make love, not gossip. The public had accepted his domestic situation, however, there were still Udaku protocols about relations with royals. Technically, since Yani wasn't his wife, she would be looked on as a consort if they started a regular sexual liaison. Ramonda would find the need to keep it private and discrete. Umama and Baba Z would want a public formal courtship ending in a betrothal march. Grandpop would want more grandbabies.

He walked out of the water using the steps and lifted Yani to her feet. He kissed her again and palmed her ass cheeks. They filled his hands and made his dick spill more pre-cum onto her belly.

"Come with me," he said, pulling her toward the entrance.

"We have to shower and dress first," she said.

He let her saunter in front of him and he spanked both her ass cheeks. The dimpling on her backside and thighs had him cement hard. They stepped into the showers and warm jet sprays doused them. Rinsing away mineral water and sweat, N'Jadaka turned to look at Yani and she dropped to her knees and took his dick in her hot mouth.

"You like this, your highness?" she asked, with her lips pressed against his frenulum.

"You're starting trouble already," he groaned, rubbing her freshly cropped hair.

She slurped and sucked and stared at him, pleasing the king.

"Suck Daddy's dick," he moaned.

Yani sucked on his dick with such care that his legs wobbled to keep balance. She grazed her lips across his tip and played with his slit, swallowing pre-cum and playing with his balls. Her sensual touches and kisses served him the way he wanted to be catered to.

But playtime was over. He needed to cum in his woman. Needed her thick thighs and legs up in the air with his balls pounding against her fat ass. A king deserved exquisite pussy and he wanted to hear his ancient bed squeak with his thrusts into her. She hadn't had her ass cheeks clapped properly in four years. Her pussy was made for his royal dick. A princess required king things on his level.

He sensed nervousness from her.

She slurped on his erection and throated him down to his balls, and yet Yani was afraid of what he could do to her after all those years and as a new man. Her fingers played in the thick bushy pubic hairs that surrounded his heavy erection. He held the back of her head to help guide her mouth work. Pulling out from between her lips, she expected him to cum all over her face. He denied her that honor.

The king of Wakanda was going to cum deep inside of her.

In her pussy.

In her ass.

And all down her throat.

"Get dressed," he ordered, reaching for his robes after drying off.

Yani tumbled back onto her feet in a daze. He rubbed on her backside as she fastened her top, slipping two fingers in her pussy from the back. Licking his fingers before clasping her hand in his, he pulled her out of the poll room. His dick tented his clothing and he didn't care if the guards saw it. In the private elevator, he rubbed against Yani and she was already lost to anticipation, writhing against him. She was surprised to arrive at his home through his elaborate bedroom.

"This elevator was for concubines to secretly come up and please the king," he said.

Yani didn't like the sound of that. He smirked.

"Looks like you'll be my first," he teased.

She didn't like that either.

"I'm a princess," she said, stepping into the splendor of decadent bedroom furniture.

His round bed was on an elevated platform hidden behind beautiful ethereal red drapes. She took in all the artwork, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking parts of the royal garden and grand river with a serene smile. Darkness had fallen and blanketed the sky with lavish twinkling stars. He started a fire in the fireplace and lit romantic scented candles around the bedroom giving a sensual ambiance. Yani spun around to admire more of the fixtures and antiques from the thirteenth century.

"This is amazing. It doesn't even seem to be a bedroom but a whole living space," she said.

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand.

She kicked off her shoes and padded over to him with slow steps. Without his asking, she undressed him, folding each garment and placing it on a small wooden smoking chair in front of the fireplace. Firelight danced in her sultry eyes, and she took her time relieving him of clothing. When she finished, he took his time undressing her, fondling a breast and her rump as he did. She was perfect. He gently patted her vulva and the heat down there was ready for him. Yani turned away and wandered over to his giant bed, climbing onto it and opening her legs for him. She rubbed on her clit, beckoning him to kiss her there again. He obliged her offering, grateful to watch her open her silky folds and finger her pussy. She was still nervous, the enormity of what they were about to do making the room feel heavy. He buried his face in her folds, licking and kissing, but the king in him took over and he mounted her like royalty had down for centuries in that bed when it was time to get down to business. He thumbed her clit with a gentle caress and watched her pussy contract rhythmically.

"You want the king?" he asked.

She had to know his intent. Taking him inside of her once more would change the world again. Their union would solidify her place by his side. If she had any doubts about him still, he wanted to give her time and grace to leave of her own volition.

"I want you, N'Jadaka," she said with a throaty declaration.

So be it.

Chapter 68 HERE.

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sheep33hallow · 3 years

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Sterilize my Mate Ch. 1(ErikxT’Challa)

AO3

Summary: Erik has been in love with his friend T'Challa for a long time, and after being denied sterilization because he needs an Alpha's permission, T'Challa asks Erik to pretend to be his Alpha so he can get the procedure done. The Navy helped Erik have a strong wall of self control, but being able to touch his friend in a more intimate way may push him over the edge.

Tags: not cousins, ABO, Alpha!Erik, Omega!T’Challa, Childfree, fake/pretend relationship

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Erik was staring at his best friend, T’Challa who was sitting across from him at his kitchen table. He just made breakfast for the both of them and he was trying to eat and listen to his friend rant about the same thing he has been ranting about for the past six months. Becoming sterilized. T’Challa has always been on the fence about never having kids, but after a breakup with his ex, he realized he would have been having kids because it was expected of him rather than it being something he actually wanted.

Erik respected that. He knew from a young age, he never wanted kids, took extra precautions whenever he slept with someone. Especially since he was a famous UFC fighter. Omegas and Beta alike, wanted his dick and as long as they signed the papers, and showed proof of birth control and knew to take a morning after pill, they could get it. Thank god for Alpha birth control as well.

T’Challa’s problem was that birth control often has negative side effects on him and he was tired of dealing with it and wanted a more permanent solution, but most of the doctors kept saying the same thing. “You need your Alpha’s permission” Honestly, he didn’t think doctors still thought that way. Shit, he even when up against Omega’s in the ring. They knew what they wanted and they shouldn’t need permission on things that affected them only.

He sat back in his chair and sipped on his smoothie. T’Challa was a beautiful ass Omega. He did have a kink for breeding as long as nothing was created for it. It’s a fantasy for a reason. He’s loved T’Challa for a long time, and he’s tried his best to not fight other Alphas that he brought around. He saved that raged for the cage. He chuckled at his own rhyme.

“What’s so funny, N’Jadaka?” Oh yeah, he was supposed to be listening.

“Just thinking about being Klaue ass for the third time next week” Good save.

T’Challa smiled at him. God, he was a hot piece of ass. He might complain during the moment but he would do anything for his friend.

“I’m glad you are confident. I’ll be watching it live.” He stuffed some eggs into his mouth.

“Shit, that little bitch ain't got nothing on me. Other people fall for his taunts, but I know he ain't nothing but talk.”

“That is true my friend.” T’Challa got up to walk to the fridge. He has some booty shorts on and an old hoodie of Erik’s. He’s been questioned often if T was his and he always was sad when he had to tell others ‘naw’. He just wanted to stuff his face in his cunt and lick all the way to the back. Thank god, for his time with the Navy, his self control was A-1.

He watch T’Challa pour some more juice into his cup and close the frigdge. He leaned against the counter before talking again. “Erik, I have a favor to ask.” He put his own cup down. “Wassup, T”

“You can say no, I would understand if it was too much of a hassle for you”

“Nothing is too much for you.” That made T smile.

“Would you pretend to be my Alpha,so I can become sterilized?”

His eyes widened. This sounded promising. “For how long?”

“We’d have to do an initial visit, a follow up, if approved and then I would need you there the day of the surgery. So it could be from two weeks to a month. Depending on the doctor. I would aim to find one that I haven’t seen yet.”

“Is there anything you’d need me to do besides sitting next to you?”

“Honestly, I’d say just be yourself, get loud if needed.” He chuckled. “But just scent me. I’d probably steal one of your shirts or jackets and play it up. I’m comfortable if you touched me intimately.”

“Can I growl at an Alpha in the waiting room if needed”

T’Challa, smiled and brought his cup to his lips. “I’d prefer it” he said before taking a sip.

Erik closed his eyes imaging touching that smooth brown sugar skin. It would be temporary, but worth it for all of the spank material.

He must of taking Erik’s eye’s closing as a bad response. “I thought so. It would be too much for you.” He put his cup down.

His eye’s slowly opened and he folded his hands on the table. “T, I would gladly help you.”

Those beautiful brown eyes shone brightly as they looked at Erik. “Thank you my friend.” T’Challa walked over to the table and grabbed his plate and put it in the sink. He looked over his shoulder at Erik. “I have a client I must seen in an hour, so I shall be using your bathroom.”

“So you can’t use the guest room?” He joked.

“Well, I should have as much of your scent on me as soon as possible. So why not start now? Is there a problem my friend.” He was using that voice that he often used on other Alphas when they used to go clubbing back in college. Erik dug his nails into his thighs under the table.

“Hell naw, my scent is the best you’ll ever have on you.” “I can’t speak a reason to disagree, N’Jadaka.” And with that he left the kitchen.

Erik groan and threw is face into his hands. He hoped some of T’Challa slick would land somewhere in the tub so he could lick it up afterwards. He didn’t care if he sounds like a disgusting creep. That omega knew how to work an Alpha up and Erik was no different.

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After T’Challa left he didn’t find any slick in the tub, but he could a pair of T’s underwear and jerked off to it before taking a shower. He had a press conference today and W’Kabi would be here in a little while to pick him up.

He cleaned up the kitchen, sent a few pictures to his PR manager to post to his social media accounts and scrolled through reddit. He was apart of a few different subs and it was nice to be apart of a discussion without people knowing who he was.

He was sitting on his porch when he ran his fingers through his locs and realized he had a lot of new growth. He’ll ask T’Challa to re-twist them whenever he saw him again this week. He needs to look right for his match, even if he ended up bloody by the end.

A honk, brought him out of his thoughts. He grinned when he saw his homie in the car.

“Sup fool” He got in the passenger's seat and they did their greeting handshake with one another.

“Ah, I see T’Challa has once again visited.” He responded after driving away from the curb.

“Yeah, T is always over. Ain’t new shit.”

“Ah, very true, but it seems a little more potent than usual.”

He instantly thought of the moment he was stuffing his nose into T’Challa’s underwear. He groaned and laid his head again the headrest.

“Is something bothering you, Erik?”

“I think T’Challa is going to finally send me to my final resting place. If I die, you must wear my clothing for a week, so I can piss off your wife one more time beyond the grave.”

W’Kabi chuckled. “My Alpha would dig you up and destroy your corpse beyond recognition.”

“Man, it wouldn’t matter, I’d already be resting peacefully because I got to scent T’Challa.”

They were at a stop sign before W’Kabi was able to look at Erik in the eye with shock. “How did you manage that? That’s something you fight with yourself over daily.” He returned his eyes to the road and continued driving.

“Ya know, how its been difficult for him to get sterilized?” W’Kabi nods. “Well he asked me to pretend to be his Alpha so he could finally get approved by the doctors.”

“It’s a shame that it’s that difficult for omega’s to have control over their bodies.”

“Pssh, right.” Erik saw the conference center up ahead.

“So he said you can scent him?”

He rubbed his hands together and grinned. “Fuck yeah he did”

“How T’Challa don’t see your perversion is beyond me.”

“Oh he knows, I’m a freak, I just try my best not direct it toward him. He’s my friend first and obsession second.”

W’Kabi laughed out loud at that. “I can’t. Hahaha. You’re terrible Erik.”

“And when I asked, if I could growl at any Alpha in the waiting room, he gave me those bedroom eyes and said he’d prefer it. Fuck that little tease. I have scratches on my legs from keeping myself in check.”

Erik notice at his friend was still laughing at his misery. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” They just parked the car and he saw the media vans getting their equipment together.

“How about this? After the press conference, we’ll go back to my house and smoke some weed, and order food? Okoye knows I might ask you over and she’ll be training people late tonight since it’s summer time.”

Weed and one on one time with his friend. Erik was down and he said so.

“Good. Let's go into the back to get you ready then.”

Erik hopped out of the car already getting into his Killmonger mindset. The people wanted a show and he would give them one.

Part 2

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gxorg · 3 years

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writing a smut rn, and this handsome right here is the sexy man I'm writing about

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clearlydiamondz · 1 year

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Five

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Warning: Smut

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Once the Wakandian Royal family left, it was now Imani left with her father and step mother. They didn't speak a word to each other, and quite honestly, Imani wanted just that. She was in the main kitchen, cutting her some mangoes and kiwis as she heard someone come into the area. She looked up and saw that her Amarah stood there with a look that could kill. She ignored her, continuing to cut her fruits.

After today's events, Imani came up with a realization last night... a hard one. Amarah's is the only one that doesn't know better. She's young, new to this world, and is easily impressionable by her mother. Her mother hatred for Imani stems in Amarah because of Oshana wanting to be ruler.

"Why are you such a horrid person?" Amarah said walking towards her, with a look of disgust on her face. "Your father and my mother are in distress because of this situation and you have the nerve to sit here and-" Imani cuts her off.

"Blaming for your mothers stupidity is quite the reach." she said plopping a mango in her mouth. "Your mother is playing you like a violin and you don't even see it." she chuckled shaking her head as she grabbed a glass of water.

"You are just trying to come up with lies against my mother. She would never do such thing." she scoffed as she shrugged her shoulders.

"But.. she has." Imani sighed then turned and look at her. "And I'm sure she created lies about me too." she chuckled.

"No she hasn't. Everything she's said about you is true. You only care about yourself, you'er rude and all you do is cause destruction." Amarah snapped at her. "You were jealous of me the moment we stepped in here because you thought I was prettier and smarter." That made Imani laugh.

"And lemme guess... Your mother told you that?" she said as Amarah kept quiet. "You let your mother poison your image of me."

"Throw your opinion about me out the window and just think for a moment. Your mother is queen, yet she had you go on international television and made you look like a complete fool. Not only that, when we go to America tomorrow and counteract your claims it won't be your mother that the world laughs at... it will be you." Imani stated. Amarah stared at her before shaking her head.

"That it's not true."

"Answer me then then, your mother is Queen. Not you. Would it not make sense for the Queen of the country to make this statement?" she asked her. Amarah didn't say anything, but Imani did recognize the look on her face.

Realization.

"And another thing-" she said grabbing a piece of Kiwi. "She did not take credit for any of this. No news source on the planet has a picture of your mother, connected to that statement. It's only you. So when you get back lash, which you will, no one will think to bash the queen. All of the negativity, will be for you and only you. Politicians, military informants, the people of both Wakanda and Kambaho. She made sure it was you so if it did back peddle and it didn't end well, it wasn't her that would get the backlash. It would be you." she stated. Amarah face saddened as she realized what her mother has done. Imani never thought that she could feel bad for her, but at this moment she did. Her eyes started to swell up with tears.

"I-I thought I was doing the right thing. She told me that we could get money, a-and that you were going to hate this."

"No no, don't cry." Imani said placing the bowl of fruit on the counter. "I've already have a plan to try and save face for you. No one deserves to be laughed at by the world when you thought you were doing the right thing." Imani grabbed her shoulders.

"Wipe your tears, weakness does not look good on us."

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Imani opened her fathers door to see him drinking a glass of whiskey. Sighing, she closed the door as he looked up at her. Holding the bowl of fruit, she sat down in front of his desk handing him the fresh fruit.

"It's been a minute since you came cut me a bowl of fruit." he chuckled grabbing it as she shrugged.

"Nakia sent me home with a bunch of fruit that some of the children grew at her school. Best fruit honestly." she chuckled sitting back in her chair crossing her legs, and placing her hands on her lap.

"I guess you'd like me to address the elephant in the room." he sighed. She thought about it, then shrugged.

"Honestly, I'm not even upset that you didn't show. Well, not anymore at least. I feel almost sorry really." she said to him. He didn't want to admit it but the meeting had him embarrassed and ashamed. He didn't even feel like a King in his own palace.

"Caught me by surprise." he said with no emotion as she shrugged.

"I hope you understand why, it wasn't intended to make you feel any kind of way." she admitted to him, he sighed wiping his hands over his head. "But I was hurt when I asked you to do one thing and you left me on my own."

"I know, I know it's just, I feel like I don't even have a say so in my own home without feeling like I'm making somebody upset." he responded as she nodded.

"Understandable. Well why is that?"

"You say go left, Oshana says I need to go right. You say yes, Oshana says no. My relationship is-" he stopped himself before finishing.

"Father you always say you trust my judgement, which you can assume is your judgement also?" she assumed, he nodded. "So why is that every time I make a decision, or anytime I do something, it's always the opposite with her." she said leaning forward. He thought about it.

"I'm the last person to even tell you this, because if you decide to love her then that's you. But your love should not in any way cross boundaries with the people who call you King." she snapped at him. "You sit in your office drinking your life away." she said pointing to the bottle of whiskey. "Letting her walk all over you while I have to pick up the pieces. I am tired." she whispered the last part.

"Are you even happy?" she asked him as he shook his head, making her scoff.

"I know. And I've been doing a lot of thinking." he said standing up. "I think it's time for me to finally step-down." he said as she looked at him in shocked.

"So soon?"

"You don't have to say it but I see how you look at me when I walk these halls. I have not been a great King nor father since your mother passed." he admitted to her. She stared at him, still in shock.

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"Welcome to the U S of A!" Erik exclaimed stepping off the jet as Imani looked around in shock.

"Oh wow.. it even smells different here." Imani exclaimed looking around as they walked to the jet.

"Eh, back home is better." Okoye stated walking beside the three of them as Imani chuckled.

T'Challa, Erik, Imani and Okoye made their way to the cars that awaited for them that took them to the hotel that they would be at for their stay. Imani sat in her own room that was in the Suit they shared, making notes on what she should say for her speech at the mission, when she heard a knock on her door.

She looked up and saw Erik standing with two Champaign glasses filled with a pink transparent liquid. "Here's to a little celebration to being in America for the first time." he said. She chuckled as she placed the laptop on her bed, as she grabbed it from him, making a toast and drinking.

"Good heavens, why is it so strong." she choked out making Erik laugh. "Y'all American's really do love your liquor." she said placing it on the bed side table next to her as he chuckled.

"You think this strong, just wait till I get you some Henny." he winked at her smiling as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Actually there was something I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to wait till we were alone." she said grabbing his glass from his hand and placing it on the table.

"Something happened?" he asked worriedly as she nodded. He immediately thought about the kiss that they shared the night before, scared she may have regretted.

"So my father talked to me last night after y'all had left back, and he basically told me that he was stepping down sooner that we planned." she told him biting his lip.

"You gotta stop doing that." he said leaning in closer, softly pulling her lip from her teeth as she gasped.

"Don't be touching my lips."

"You weren't' complaining about it last night." he tested her. She looked over to the side fighting the blush that was creeping on her face but he caught it. He stood up adjusting her body so that she sat on the edge of the bed with him standing between her thighs. He placed both of his hands beside her, bent down so where they were face to face.

"Must you be so close." she backed up a little. Affection obviously wasn't her thing, but Erik was determined to make it.

"I just like looking at you." he whispered to her, she bit the inside of her cheeks to refrain from biting her lip. Not being able to take the heat any more she gave him a kiss on the lips again as Erik grabbed her chin deepening it.

"Stop-" she giggled as he continued to peck her on the lips. "-N'Jadaka I need to tell you about what we talking about." she laughed pushing him away.

"How was this conversation even bought up anyways?" he asked standing up right grabbing his glass, her immediately missing the feeling of him being close.

"Well he was admitting some things, things I already knew."

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The following day, the travelers found themselves in front of the Outreach center with news reports from all around trying to get close enough to the podium. She wore a long white Sun Dress with her locs in a half up half down style, and some sandals. It was an understatement that she was Royalty from a different country.

To hear that three royals from two of the richest countries in America, that just so happened to be in rule of majority of the vibranium, they wanted to ask all of the good questions. Whether it was the scandal that Erik had addressed, or whether it was about the vibranium, or even just random questions.

It was decided that Imani would be the first one up to discuss her viewpoints, and to break the news to America about her father stepping down.

As they walked up the stage, questions and flashes started flushing in, the Dora Milije making sure no intruder made their way on stage. Imani stepped to the mic, tapping on the microphone to make sure it was on. As the crowd quieted, she begin to spoke.

"Firstly, I would like to say the Oakland California has been very welcoming to me. As this is my first time here in the states, I was quite weary about the response I may receive." she started off. "And my lord, do y'all know how to cook up here." she stated as the crowd laughed.

"I would like to start off by saying, that my father, King Z'Kiri of Kambaho has grown into his age. He has come to the conclusion that he is no longer able to run this country in his state. My mother, Queen Zakirah wanted the two of them to retire while they were still able and in right mind, I am pleased that my father has decided to move on with those wishes." she replied. Questions started to pile in as she continued.

"Furthermore, I would like to address the elephant in the room. Four centuries, not only our mother nation but our sister nation Wakanda has delt with the use and supply of Vibranium. As you may heard, from a non-spokes person of both respected countries, that we were open and willing to trade. The information was not presented perfectly, though we are opened to helping we are not open to trade." she stated. The gasps and whispers went first, than the questions came after.

"We would like to apologize on all people involved that have made had the intensions or impressions to trade with us, but that offer will not be on the table for the near future to come."

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Imani sat in her room, cress cross apple sauce at the foot of her bed switching between channels on the T.V mounted on the wall watching American News.

"First of all, she looks like she belongs in high school. Who is trusting Miss Imani to run a freaking country!?"

"Honestly, I don't blame them. All America is good for is sucking countries dry, and leaving them."

"Whoever that braud was to make that statement in the first place is dumb for getting the entire world hopes up."

"What America needs to do is demand their respect. Why trust these shit hole countries to run the most expensive element on Earth!?"

"They are offering any country help, what more can we ask for? Especially with aliens attacking us every five business days!"

"Amarah isn't even royal blood so who ever set up that interview only did it to embarrass her. Why would she ever be the spokesperson for Kambaho AND Wakanda!?"

She listened to all of the comments, the positive, the negative and the neutral. Her mind was racing, she didn't know what to do.

"Turn this foolishness off." she looked over and saw T'Challa walking in, grabbing the remote and turning off.

"Can't help it." she sighed scratching at her forehead.

"Stop." he said pushing her arm away from her forehead and leaning against the dresser as she kissed her teeth. "You tend to do that when your stressing." he chuckled.

"I haven't noticed." she mumbled.

"You know for someone who talks a lot, you haven't said a word since the conference. I am concerned." she looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"Not in a bad way." he defended putting his hands up in the air. "It's just, sometimes your mind runs a billion miles a minute so for you to be quiet.. it just concerns me." she sighed before standing up.

"I just hope I'm making the right decision." she stated playing with her fingers as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well this isn't the Imani I know." he said sitting next to her on the bed as she groaned.

"Whoever I hire, whatever decision I make, mistake or not I just want my people to know that I did it in the hopes of my people." she said looking at him. "If this turn around and bite us in my ass, I can never forgive myself." she whispered looking at him.

T'Challa never saw Imani this vulnerable. The weight of being the new Heir was weighing on her. "You know, this feeling is normal. I felt it, my father felt it, his father felt it, our ancestors felt it." he trailed off as she listened.

"Look. As long as I have known you, you have been preparing for this and I've known you my entire life. While we were out trying to sneak liquor from baba's cabinet, you were sitting outside the council room of both countries trying to hear what they said. You knew every single ally for both countries since you were five. You are more prepared than any royal I know." T'Challa comforted her.

"Who ever knew Challa would be so good with his words." she bumped into him as he chuckled.

"Just know I consider you my little sister Imani, just like Wakanda won't let her sister national fail neither will I." he told her as she smiled at him.

"Thanks Challa." she smiled at him.

"Now to the more important stuff." he said standing up. "I see you and Erik have been getting a little.. close." he smirked at her as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"I guess...." she blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know. I really like him."

"Whelp, that feeling is mutual. That man can't walk in any room without talking about you." he said in a matter of fact tone, that comment immediately peaking her interest.

"Is that so?" she said, not helping the smile that creeped on her face.

"Yeah, it's quite interesting since you couldn't stand him a few months ago." he joked as she threw a pillow at him as he chuckled. "You know how I am about these types of things, taking care-"

"Business first, pleasure second. Understandable." he mocked her rolling his eyes. "Who say's you can't mix business and pleasure?" he asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

"Literally everyone that owns a business?"

"Yeah well a country isn't a business." T'Challa stated. She was about to respond, but her door opened and she saw Erik standing there.

"Hope I ain't intrude in nothing." he smirked placing his hands into his pockets, as Challa shook his head. "Now, actually about to head out ourselves. Nakia wants to go out on a date." He gave Imani a knowingly look, before walking pass Erik and out the door.

"Talking about going out, let's go out tonight." he said standing up in front of her as she shook her head.

"No can do. We have to prepare for the interviews we have scheduled for tomorrow and we need to prepare ourselves for-" Erik groaned grabbing her hands.

"Let's just go out. Your in America for the first time and you want to stay inside and do work. I want to show you around my city." he begged her. "Please?"

There he goes with that fucking smile. She swears he could have anything he wanted with that smile.

"We go out tonight, in the morning we prepare." she pointed at him as he nodded.

"I got you."

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"So, Jadaka, what's on our plans for tonight." she walked into his room. He turned around to look at her, but was caught by surprised by what she had on. His eyes wondered over her body than back to her lips.

"You tryna not to go out?" he asked her with a chuckle, his eyes doing a once over. She blushed at the comment, immediately knew where it was going, but she easily covered it with a scoff.

"Oh noo, you convince me to get dressed up, we are leaving." she chuckled sitting down on the sofa that he had in his room and crossing her legs. His eyes then sat at the way her thighs sat perfectly, most definitely using some of the coco butter from home.

"I mean I can say you do look good, right?" he smirked grabbing two whiskey glasses and a bottle of Henny. He placed both of them on the table next to her as she looked at the bottle. She took this moment to drink him and all his glory in.

"Oh is this the famous Hennessey." she chuckled as he poured them both an amount. He handed her the glass before saying,

"It is. Let's do a little pre-game." he state as the clinked their glasses together.

The taste of the drink caught her off guard as she started to cough. "Goodness gracious, what the hell is this!?" she coughed putting the empty glass on the table as he laughed.

"C'mon it ain't the bad."

"Ain't that bad!? It tastes like it belongs on the periodic table!" she claimed standing up. He busted out laughing as she grabbed the water bottle that was next to the bottle, chugging it down as she gagged.

"Okay I should've warned you." he said, wiping the tears from his eyes as she scoffed at him.

"No wonder why you Americans are so unhealthy. I think I just got level 2 liver failure from this sip." Even though it was nasty tasting, she immediately felt the affects of the drink.

"Okay... woah." she said sitting down as Erik sat next to her.

"Now you see why we like it so much." he smirked at her.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The two of them decided to have a nice dinner at one of the five star restaurants that his friend back home owned. Imani loved the different variety of meals, even sparking up conversation with him on how to cook such meals.

He finally wanted to take her to one of the lounges that he owned. With word that he and the princess was in town, it was packed with both paparazzi and people who just wanted to have a good time.

The two of them had a couple of more drinks at the restaurant, so they were most definitely feeling the drinks. Imani, sad to say it, haven't had this much fun in ages.

They stepped into the lounge as everyone started to make noise at their arrival. "Let's give it up for Erik and Princess Imani!" the DJ spoke as the two of them waved, walking through the paveway to their on VIP section.

As much as Imani was uptight, maybe it was the liquor or she wasn't on her Princess duties, but she most definitely enjoyed the lounge atmosphere. All she wanted to do was dance and have a great time.

And that's exactly what they did.

Luckily for the two of them, because of the Herb, they couldn't get too drunk but drunk enough to love the feeling.

Erik saw a whole other side of Imani. She had no shame on dancing on him, dancing on the sofa, hell even dancing on the table. Her shoes were off and her locs were now in a pony tail.

Something that he learned about her, this girl can dance and move. He loved it.

Luckily with her outfit on, she could move in anyway she wanted with out exposing herself, after all she was a royal. Erik sat on the couch with her on the glass table with a glass of Crown Royal in one hand, and a blunt in the other smirking at the princess in front of him.

"Mani, you having a good time?" he yelled over the music. She stopped dancing for a moment to look at him, with the goofiest smile on her face.

"Oh I'm having a blast." she said back to him before she stepped down. "Though I could be having way more fun." she said smirking at him as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mhm.. and how is that?"

"Well I'm not going to lie. That Henny drink made me feel a little funny." she admitted, a blush obvious. He knew exactly what she meant. In this moment, no matter how loud the music was, it felt like it was just the two of them in this club.

"Yeah... It does that." he laughed as she scoffed.

"You did this on purpose!" she said hitting his chest. "Though I really don't mind it." she finished. Erik knew she was a little tipsy, and wasn't sure if she was only saying it because she was. He knew if he did anything without her consent, his manly parts would most definitely be on display for the whole world to see by the morning. But it was like she read his mind.

"No worries. I'm still in my right mind about you." she told him then whispered in his ear. "About us." He closed his eyes, damn near taking her out right now but he stopped himself.

"Alright how about this? Don't drink for the next hour so you can sober up a little. Then, if you can tell me this again by the night at the hotel, I'll give you what you need. But I'm not touching you for the hour till you're clear." he looked her in the face before she nodded.

"Fair deal." she leaned over pecking him on the lips before standing up.

"Aye Erik!!" The two of them looked and saw two guys walking up the steps as Erik stood up.

"What up with y'all niggas!" Erik exclaimed giving each of them a bro hug.

"We could be asking you the same shit!" The light skinned one laugh.

Both of them were tall, one being light skinned and the other being dark skinned. The light skinned had tattoos running up his arm and neck, with curly hair. He was tall but slimmer than Erik. The darksinned one rocked locs with blonde tips, and had only one arm of tattoos. They were dripped out in Ice, most definitely looking like they had much money as Erik.

"Wayne and Jeremiah, this is my ole lady, Imani. Imani, these are my bestfriends Wayne and Jeremiah." she walked from behind the two with her hands out for them to shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you two. Erik always tell me crazy ass stories from back in y'all university days." she giggled as Wayne laughed.

"It's nice to meet you too Princess Imani." he said shaking her hand.

"Eh, I'm not formal type. Imani will do just fine." she told them.

"Okay Miss Imani." Jeremiah chuckled. As the three best friends started to catch up, Imani looked over the rail looking at all the people in the lounge. Some of them were waving up at her, and taking videos but one caught her eye.

Arianna Cope.

She was in her own VIP section across the lounge with her girl friends. With a twitch of her an eye, she looked back at Erik who was still talking to her. She looked back over and saw Arianna looking right back at her.

Giving her a stink look, Arianna rolled her eyes and started talking to her friends as they looked back at her also. Their fingers were pointing at her, it was obvious that they were talking shit about her and started to get aggressive. The next thing she knew, they were leaving their lounge and making their way across the club. The two men left as she she walked over to Erik before whispering in his ears,

"That Arianna girl is in here Erik." she told him. He turned around to look at her and saw that her face was annoyed.

"She is? Where?"

"She's making her way over here." she told him as he scoffed.

"There is security guards at the entrance of the VIP. They ain't coming up here." he reassured her. "Don't worry."

"Oh I'm not worried. Though she better be. I will fuck her up." she warned him. The threat caught him off guard as she usually isn't the one going out looking for a fight, though she did have a mouth on her.

"Oh I know, you don't have to tell me." he chuckled. He heard about the damage that the Silver Leopard has done, even on the personal missions she's done within the months.

As she was about to say something, she heard the commotion down stairs of girls yelling. "I fucking know him! Lemme up!" One voice exclaimed.

"Tell that gorilla lookin ass bitch up there to come down here with her scary ass!" Another voice said.

"Gorilla!?" she looked at Erik in shocked as he shook her head, scared that the liquor might just encourage her to beat all they asses. "Oh fuck no!" she walked to the entrance as Erik blocked her from exiting by grabbing her and holding her by the waist.

"Nah let the bitch go. Let's see what this hoe really about!" Arianna exclaimed as Erik attempted to push her to the corner. Erik knew as soon as he let her go, she could do some serious damage to all parties involved, maybe even a few deaths.

All by herself.

"Mani... chill. You know you have advantage over them, you don't want to cause a bad image for yourself." he reasoned with her. She looked at him. "Don't react to it. You got way more to loose than her." he whispered to her as she looked at him. She was mad, but it seemed like Erik was good, even great, at calming her.

"Go down there and fix it before I do."

Knowing there wasn't an ounce of a lie with that statement, without second thought, Erik was making there way down the steps to see that issue.

"Fuck you Erik! Tell that bitch to come down the steps."

"Arianna she ain't coming down to do shit! The fuck is you here for anyways!?" he yelled at her, a barrier of men between him and her.

"Nigga you do realize what the fuck happened right!? The whole entire world is making her a life a living fucking hell because of what you posted nigga." one of her bestfriends, Janiah, claimed.

"I should have my brother come up here and shoot you in your shit bitch ass nigga!" Arianna exclaimed chucking her stlleto at his head, but with his quick reflexes he dodged it.

"All because you lied on me?" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Get these bitches outta my fucking club." he told the guards walking up. They continued to protest and yell but they were taken out, cameras video tapping everything.

It was around 12 o'clock at night when Imani let her him know that she was ready to head back home. The two of them exit the club, with him carrying her as she couldn't properly walk in her heels anymore because she was sore and lightly tipsy.

"We love you Princess Imani!!!" She heard a couple of black girls say at the entrance as she smiled and waved at them.

"I LOVE YOU MORE!!!" she exclaimed as they fan-girled at the princess.

"Okay get in the car." Erik chuckled placing her in back seat of the SUV, him waving at the fans before he too entered. She sat diagonally across the seat, as Erik put her feet into hid lap massaging it.

"Ya know, it feels like I'm getting sobered enough.." she trailed off, moving her feet across his lap in a slow motion. He looked at her with a look that she didn't recognized, but boy did she love it.

He looked almost primal the way he was looking at her, and his mouth was sure as hell watering at the sight of her. All tonight with her dancing, she teased the hell out of him.

If he thought that was teasing, he was sure as hell in a rough ride back to the hotel.

"Do you mind letting the visor up please?" she asked the driver as he nodded. Erik knew she was bold, hell, every statement that went out of this girls mouth was nothing but bold. But this really was the icing on top of the cake.

"No problem Princess Imani." And with that the visor went up as he looked down at his Rolex.

"You do know you have exactly 23 minutes left right?" he warned her as she rolled her eyes.

"Are you really being so technical?" she whispered crawling onto his lap. His eyes were low from the blunts that he smoked, Imani damn near dripping at the sight of him.

"Imani... what are you doing?" he asked looking up at her.

"You said you wouldn't touch me. You didn't say anything about me touching you." she whispered, biting his ear lobe. He closed his eyes, with her placing small kisses from the bottom of his ear, down his neck. Her hips slowly started to wine, as she lifted her dress just a tad bit.

"Fuck Mani, your killing me." he grabbed her waist about to help himself but she smacked his hands. "Aht aht, you still have about-" she grabbed his hand looking at his Rolex. "About less than 22 minutes. You don't get to touch me yet." she smirked at him. If looks could kill, this girl would have been dead by the look he was giving her.

He nodded his head, his tongue gliding across the inside of his cheeks. "You playing with fire, I hope you know that." his tone was about a couple of octaves deeper as she bit her lip.

"Mmm something in me don't believe that." she smirked, questioning his ability. He didn't get offended, he didn't roll his eyes. He just smiled at her.

That fucking smile.

"Bet."

All through out the ride, Imani did everything in her power to get him to break. She don't know if she admired or was pissed off at his strength to keep his hands to himself. When they arrived at the hotel, he stepped out. He picked her up out of the vehicle due to the lack of shoes, before entering the elevator that was to the pent house floor.

He placed her down, his stare intensely on her as she bit her lip at him. He clenched his fist, again biting the inside of his cheek. They arrived to the top floor, as she turned around walking into the hotel suit. She was about to make her way to her room but he stopped her.

"And where you think you going?" he asked tilting his head, a smirk on his face.

"To my room to-"

"Take yo ass in my room Mani." he cuts her off, moving aside to let her walk in front of him. This cut throat Erik was new to her. If this way any other situation, he would have been cussed clean the fuck out. She stared at him in shock, before he laughed.

"Oh you thought I was playing. Take yo sexy ass in my fucking room. I'm not telling you again." he told her. Walking passed him, she walked down the hall to his room as he followed behind her, watching her ass jiggle in the dress. He walked behind her, shutting the door. He looked at the two glasses and the bottle of henny before he poured himself another drink.

As dominant as she was in the real world, she never knew she would get so turned on by a man telling her what to do. In her past sex life, she was always the one in charge. This.. was entirely new to her.

"I think you have about three minutes left." he taunted her. She bit her lip looking at the clock before turning to him.

"I can do a lot in three minutes." she told him, he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah I know." he chuckled taking the mint gum out of his mouth, throwing it away and taking the glass of Henny down the throat. He took off his jacket throwing it somewhere in the room. "You have no understanding how I'm about to fuck the shit outta you do you?" he bent down in front of her. The mint with the whiskey smell was damn near intoxicating itself.

"I don't, you do have two minutes to explain it though." she batted her eyelashes at him.

"I don't know whether I want to eat that pussy first because I know she's wet, or making you deep throat my dick for all this teasing. Either way you getting a treatment of both. Then, I'm bending you over the bed and making you take all this dick, I don't care if you cum a hundred times. Take you to the window, fuck you while you looking at my city. Take yo ass in the shower, give you all this dick in there." he spoke. Speechless, she started to move her thighs together. Licking his lips, he looked down at her moving her thighs. He stood up straight before saying,

"Play with that pussy for me." she stood up, slipping out of the dress, him seeing that she didn't have on any under garnments.

"Mani.." he tsked. "You were planning this entire time to get some dick." he said in more of a statement.

"How could I not?" she sat back on the bed. Opening her legs, she showed him her waxed pussy with her own happy tail, widening her legs to give a view of her pussy.

"Yeahhh." he kneeled down getting a front row seat. "Such a pretty pussy..." he whispered to himself. "Since you wanna show me this pussy like a lil hoe, gone head and fuck yourself like one." he said, still starring at it. Slowly, she moved her legs between her thighs as her hands were placed on her swollen clit. Using her index and middle finger, she moved her finger on her clit with pressure as she closed her eyes.

"Mhmm." she let out a moan. Her wetness was producing, knowing the fact that she was playing with herself in front of him. Months ago, if you told her that this is where she would be at, she would have laughed in your face. Yet, here we are.

"I said fuck yourself like a slut. Add a finger or two in there before I do it." he warned her. Trailing down to her entrance, following his instructions, she started to fuck herself with her fingers. She's done this before in the comfort of her own privancy, but it ain't never felt this way before.

"Oooh goodness..." she gasped, hitting her g-spot.

"Fuck you already creaming?" he asked her. He looked down at his watch. "You gotta minute to make yourself cum. Then your mine for the taking." she continued to fuck herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it in the moment, but this was Imani we were talking about. She always loved a challenge.

"Erik!!" she exclaimed as he shook his head.

"Nah, moan the name I was given."

"N'Jadaka..." she moaned. With the hour finally up, he slapped her hand away.

"Move." Was all he said. She moved her fingers, him grabbing them and placing them in his mouth and with the others slid two fingers inside her. "Yeah.... I like that." he heard the wet noise her pussy was making as she moaned.

"Fuck... finger my pussy just like that." she gasped out. He spat on her clit making her gasp as he stood back up. Grabbing the back of her hair, he pulled her so that she was looking at him.

"Daddy making this pussy feel right, ain't he?" he smiled at her.

That smile was what made the dam broke. "Fuuuck you..." she moaned as she came all on his fingers as he laughed. He grabbed her legs opening them before his face was between her thighs, and happily eating her pussy. He rotated between slurping on her clit and tongue fucking her. Her hands were in his dreads yanking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Ohh my goodness.." she gasped out. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Erik continued to eat her out, purposely making the slurping sounds just so she knew her pussy tasted good.

"I-I don't think I can come again." he pulled away, slapping her clit as she bucked her hips.

"Shut the fuck up and let me eat this pussy." And with that, his tongue was back like it never left.

"Daddy.. shit!" she felt the familiar feeling in her stomach, her cumming all over again on his tongue and face, yet he still did not stop.

He was here to prove a point, and my God was the point being proven.

"Daddy please!" she moaned out. The sound of her calling him daddy could've made his dick rip his pants rip at the seems. Yet, she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.

This feeling, she have never felt before. There was a pressure she felt that she just let go. "Fuck mamas." he whispered astonished at the juices squirt outta her.

"OOHHH MYY GODD." she grabbed the blankets as he stood up taking off his shirt. As he unbuckled his pants, she sat up kissing him on the lips as he deepened the kiss. Letting his pants fall to the floor and stepping out, he grabbed her face kissing her as her hands went to his dick pulling the waist down. With his dick free, he stepped outta his underwear as she grabbed it.

She pulled away to get sight of it how it felt, because the way it felt didn't make sense.. that was until she saw it.

"All this... for me to play and fuck with?"

The way she sounded innocent , but was talking about fucking his big dick made his dick jump in her hand. Astonished she pushed him back as she slid outta bed onto her knees looking at him.

"You want this dick in your throat?" he asked her, slapping her in the face a few times with it as she nodded.

"Yes please, sir."

"Open." Right on command, her mouth was open and watering as he entered her mouth throwing his head back. Taking a minute to adjust to his size, it wasn't long before his dick was down her throat.

"Put your hands in your lap, let daddy fuck this slutty throat." he begged her. Following his instructions, with her head against the bed and him, she had no where to go as he attacked her throat.

"That's it... fuck." With her throat tightening and the wetness combined, he wasn't sure if he could last this long in her throat. With one hand she played with her right nipple, and with her other hand she started to fuck herself again with his fingers.

He heard the wetness of her pussy as he smirked down at her. "I love a bitch that gets wet at sucking my dick. Ima make you a feen for this dick you hear me, Mani?" he groaned as she nodded choking.

"Ima have you willing to take this dick anywhere and anytime, no matter who fucking watching. You like that don't you." she moaned over his dick as slob ran down her chest and to her pussy. He pulled away making her gasp for air. He grabbed her by the throat, making her kiss him, messy and all.

He lifted her up on the bed, throwing her in the middle she opened her legs for him. He crawled between her thighs, teasing her entrance with the tip of dick.

"Mmm look all that." he whispered to himself, her wetness spreading across his tip. "You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked pushing into her as she gasped out loud.

"Oh my-" he grabbed her by the cheeks making him look at her.

"You know how long I've been waiting on this?" he asked her again, pulling out then entering again as she moaned.

"N-no-"

"Since I met your pretty ass. Give up this pussy just...like...that." between each word, he fucked into her as she screamed. Covering her mouth with his hand, he smirked at her.

"You want everybody hearing how you giving this pussy up, huh?" she shook her head. "Alright, shut the fuck up." he said fucking her harder. Her eyes was half way open as she grabbed his wrist. She looked up at him with a surprise look on her face, his tip damn near beating her G-Spot.

"Look at the dumb look on your face. You didn't believe me when I told your ass you was playing with fire." he pulled his hands away. He grabbed the back of her knees pushing them to her chest, fucking her again.

"Daddy.." she gasped rubbing her clit as he leaned down kissing her.

"You look so pretty when you take this dick. Daddy loves making you look like this."

All this time he known this girl, she was never seen unkept. Not a hair out of place. The way she looked right now, he was happy he was the only one to be able to see her like this.

"Oh goodness, I think I'm gonna-" the splashing sounds that hit both her and his skin was heard between the two of them. The dangerous man didn't even stop fucking her, just kept it going.

"JADAKA!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. He sat back up, still fucking her, before flipping her on her stomach.

"Don't make me ask for it." Was all he said, and surprisingly enough, she knew. She arched her back, Erik smiling down at the sight.

"I think I know my favorite way to see you." he smacked her ass a good couple of times before forcing her on his dick. "Damn.. this pussy." he moaned out fucking her nice and slow. The mirror that was in front of the bed caught everything the thing two was doing. She looked inside the mirror at him as he continued to fuck her.

"Fuck daddy.." she whimpered as he continued to fuck her at the slow pace.

"I know... I feel that pussy tightening and getting wet on me. You like watching yourself get fucked don't you?" he asked her as she nodded.

"Come on, fuck this dick. Show daddy you deserve to get this dick when ever you want." Without changing a thing, she threw her ass back on him like her life depended on it.

"Mmm I love fucking this dick daddy." she whimpered out, the smacking sounds echoing in the room.

"That's right..." he groaned out smacking her ass cheeks a couple of time. "Show me how much of a slut you can be for daddy." he said watching her ass bounce on him.

He was caught by surprised by how much wetness and cream she was producing, she was most definitely turned on by the sight of him fucking her in the mirror.

"Kinky ass bitch." he told her, grabbing her locs, bringing her back to his chest. His face hovered hers, smiling in her face as he fucked her at a fast pace.

"Damn it daddy. Your beating up my pussy!" she gasped out.

"You mean I'm beating up MY pussy? Yeah I know. Shut up and take it bitch." he told her. Her hands grabbed the blankets below her as she bit her lip. He reached around with his other hand, rubbing at her clit as her mouth opened in shock. Erik took the opportunity to give her one last sloppy kiss before spitting in her mouth.

He knew she was a slut, but once she came again from the crude action, it confirmed it. He pulled out getting out of bed, before grabbing her by the ankles and lifting her up now that the bed was soaked. Turning her against the glass window, and facing her back, he lifted a leg up and inserted again.

"Fuck.. why are you fucking me like this?" she moaned out. It was a serious question. There was no reasonable answer on planet Earth why this man would be fucking her like this... or she thought.

"Walk around with a smart ass mouth all the fucking time, you just needed some good dick, right?" he taunted her as she nodded moaning. He smacked her cheek a little to let her know he wanted to hear words. "Mhm, speak when I'm talking to you. I know you got manners Princess Imani." he taunted her again.

"Yes!" she yelled.

"Noo say I needed some good dick."

"I just needed some good dick daddy!" she moaned out, with her hands on the window.

"Yeah.. and who's giving you this good dick?"

"F-Fuck you are!" she exclaimed as he smiled at her. He put his head in the crook of her neck before whispering.

"Ima nut." he pulled out, bending her over as he came all over her ass.

"Fuuuuuuck!" he groaned out. Breathing hard and heavy, he picked her up, taking him to his bathroom.

"Like I said I ain't done with yo ass yet. Take ya ass in the shower."

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years

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Dark Corridors

Erik Killmonger x fem!Reader [One Shot]

Warnings: SMUT! Unprotected sex. Don’t be silly, wrap that willy.

Word Count: I mean, who am I to say no to a 2am wishful thinking of my brain who heard WAVES by Normani once and decided it wanted a full-fledged smut with this bad boy. Have your way brain. It was such a smooth ride. I definitely didn’t sweat the entire day just thinking about it. Neither did I have breathing problems while writing it. And vivid scenes? Naw! Not at aaaaall!

My neighbours are having a party right now and I can hear mum’s friend singing songs off tune while being jovially drunk. Hihihi

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

There is something about these lights. The dim-lit corridors with just a single subtle line of blue guiding you to the equally lit floors but with strobe lights and a lot of people. The place smells of alcohol, smoke machine and something citrusy going about in the air. Smells like pent up emotions just waiting to get out and have fun. Smells like the edged nerves before sex.

Everyone here is with someone. Tables filled up with friends buzzed into the night. Booths filled up with couples with hands roaming each other without any restrictions. There is something about this place.

Talking of place...

Your eyes wander farther than the barstool you come to settle on, ordering your usual. Why you are doing this, you're not sure yourself. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You were not supposed to be like this.

Three weeks.

Three weeks since you came here with your girlfriends to get away from the mental torture of finding out stains of lipstick on your boyfriend's shirt, his clothes reeking of the lingering feminine perfume that had grown stronger day by day. Three weeks since you ordered four Long Islands for yourself, wanting to just let it all slip away- your senses, your emotions, your body. Most of all...your tears.

Tears don't come that easy when there's a need for them. So, there is a need to go about finding dark corners inside and out to find a point of no light to help you make yourself bare. Three weeks since you did slip away from the bar to find yourself up the stairs walking in dark corridors, trying to find a perfect corner. Three weeks since something in the darkness touched you.

At first, it was a graze along your clothes, almost so light to be missed for a breeze. Then, it turned a little curious, the touch rising up your back before finding its way down. The curiosity had given way to a filthy need when fingers seemed to reach down your skirt, your mouth clamped shut with fingers so that no noise came out as they tried to get their way.

You don't remember what it was exactly- the buzz, the flight response or the need to just lock your teeth onto something really hard- but you were biting down on those fingers trying to shut you up, making a gurgling scream leave a man as you tried to run away, only to run into something hard at the end of the corridor.

You would have mistaken him for a wall if it hadn't been for the moonlight bouncing off him, colouring his dark skin a glittering blue from his neck all the way up that sharp jaw carrying a thick stubble, going further up to be met by intricate dreadlocks on one side.

You were thankful for the hold of those strong arms around you, breaking the otherwise drunken gait that would have landed you headfirst down. But thankful as you were, you were scared. Scared by the dark eyes looking like smokey quartz polished to perfection by the creator himself. Scared when those pair of quartz looked down at you, into you, all over you, before loosening their grip on you and walking right into the darkness you'd run away from, bringing out wails that could raise the dead and kill the living.

But nothing in your life seemed to have given you as cathartic an experience as when you watched him come back out, unscathed by the unseen.

There was something about the moonlight that night.

There was something about the lack of it the next week. When you went back again, this time looking for an escape from your boyfriend. It wasn't going anywhere and you wanted to leave him. Get away from that cheater. As much as you could. So alcohol was being made the catalyst to the escapade. Till you saw him. Again.

Sitting in the farthest booth with nothing but a candle lighting up his corner, he seemingly was in a meditative state, studying something on the table in front of him. Those arms form the previous week were covered in a full sleeves navy blue t-shirt today. Those eyes were behind thick-rimmed glasses, looking down at the contents of the table, giving you enough time to study them from where you sat. At least that's what you thought till they shot back up to look directly at you. No one but you.

You wanted to look away, but the grasp of those quartz was strong on you until your body had to drag you away from their hold.

You visited every other night since then, trying to steal a look of that dark stranger who would sit in the invisible corners, alone, carrying out whatever it was that he did. You? You kept finding yourself feeling guilty of coming back for him, having thoughts of his skin brushing over yours, that stubble grazing your skin, those eyes stripping you naked and making your core pool just by their stare.

All those weeks and you both kept your distance. Physically.

Tonight it is the same old routine. He sits in the corner with that candle as his only company. You are on the bar with the Long Island sitting in front of you. The drops trickle down the glass, your eyes following them, trying to erase the fight you had last night when you left that excuse of a man for good.

Right now, it's just you and your drink, slowly diluting everything that is sullen. You are aware of the eyes that linger over your form clad in this blue dress with crisp straps over your shoulders, the fabric going down no more than your thighs. A man or two do try to sit next to you, buy your drinks for you, take you out for the night. The same men mutter curses when you show no interest.

It's all fine till you see your boyfriend- ex- come and sit down next to you, smelling of whiskey too heavy for you to stand the odour. He wants your attention. He wants your body. He wants you back.

You hold your thin blue shawl closer to you, covering your arms as much as you can. Your ex tries to hold them, making you shrug him away- not before he gets hold of your shawl, yanking it away from your body- get up and walk away from the bar. It is hard to find a way through the crowd, that might as well just be solid shadows in true hall. You can feel him calling out from behind you, forcing you to go up the stairs, past the people rubbing on to each other in the night.

He does catch up, grabbing your arm and not letting go till he has you pushed against the wall. You push him away, wanting to get his body away from you as much as you can, only for him to press it more against you, the bulge in his pants trying to press in between your legs.

When the nerves cannot take it anymore, your hand takes it unto itself to punch him across the face, catching him off guard.

You think that should be enough to get you away from him, clearly misjudging his reflexes to grab you by your throat, ram you against the wall and slap his back of the hand right across your face.

The impact leaves a tingling sensation on your cheek and a ringing in your ear. Your focus on the heat rising up in the hurt flesh does not let you observe the presence of another man taking your ex by the collar before throwing him a few feet away with a single smack to his face.

The sound of that man dropping catches you off guard, making you look up at the familiar man of the moonlight, standing with his back to you- or rather, standing between you and trouble.

It doesn't take much more for the ex to scurry away with a bloodied nose and curses under his breath, leaving you and that man alone.

A woman comes up, calling this man Erik, asking if everything was okay. Erik, turning to look at you trying to find the gravity under your feet and hands, just nods before letting his hand curl up around your arms as slowly as possible- so as not to startle you- and get you up on your feet.

No words are exchanged as he walks you through the corridor up another flight of stairs where soft yellow lights seem to illuminate a little living room past the main door. It has a warm scent of apple pie and roasted chicken, probably coming from the kitchen right next to it. Across the living room, without any doors or blinders is the bedroom housing a bed with grey sheets, clean to the corners.

It's nice.

Erik leaves your arm once you're standing by the sofa and goes to the bathroom to get his first aid kit.

It is a task to decide whether you sit down or not. But you do it anyway, being careful not to get anything on the flower-patterned beige fabric.

It doesn't take Eric long to come back with a plastic box in his hand, walking to sit down next to you to begin the ritual of tending to your wounds.

Jasmine. He smells of jasmine and...and something earthy that you can't put your finger on. His eyes follow the cotton dipped in clean water before coming to rest on your cheek. And then your eyes.

You turn your cheek to him giving him permission to take care of it for you. And so he does. The cold moist touch is gentle, though it makes the wound sting. Makes you close your eyes and draw in a troubled breath. All of it is followed by a cool breeze fanning the burn, soothing it, making it calm down.

It's Erik, easing the pain with his breath.

Once the wound is clean, he dabs a bit of clinical spirit.

You don't even know when it happens but you are leaning into his touch more and more with every passing second till you find yourself waking up from a trance with his fingers pushing away your hair from your face and behind your ear.

Close. He is close to you. The original art of what you had been imagining of facing for so many days, right in front of you. Lips, perfect and parted. Breaths, easy. Eyes, heavy and dark. Intentions, deliciously questionable.

It isn't hard to miss- or he is making it rather obvious- when Erik keeps shifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

You too, are starting to question every microscopic thought you have had about those lips and the curiosity of what they taste like. Being the cat who does not want to be left in the dark, you shift your weight and close the distance with your lips landing on his.

It's a hurried decision that you're still wondering if you'll regret when you feel his lips take over, opening up to deepen the aftertaste of your curiosity.

Sweet and salty. That's what he tastes like. With just a hint of alcohol. Craving for more, you let your tongue get a lick of him. And once he figures that, his own tongue is letting itself into your mouth to reign over every corner it can find.

Before you know it, his hands are holding your waist, his fingers wanting to dig beyond the blue fabric over your body as his chest pulls you down and his leg plants itself between your thighs, letting you grind your pulsating core against the surface of his jeans.

The once tender kiss has deepened into a lustful need for more demanding exploration. His one hand lingers on your jaw, the other delves into the lower regions, ricocheting under your dress, teasing the hairs on your thigh rising to welcome his touch.

His tongue has managed to grab an illicit moan out of you, which you reciprocate with a provoking bite to his lips between your teeth.

Erik's eyes go hauntingly dark at your audacity to so graciously let him know what all you are open to. It has never been normalcy for him to give up the strings to someone else to let him be played. But just this once, he wants to test the waters, wants to see where this goes.

He helps you get off his shirt and you pause for a second to watch in awe the markings on his body. Perfectly patterned ridges run across his chest at intervals that you are allowed to touch and even scrutinise under your fingers because your touch is this gentle breeze of a drug that Erik slowly seems to be getting high on. Not too long before you have undone his pants and freed his length that has been waiting for you for quite a while.

The first stroke is but a pleasant kiss by your fingers, making Erik's cock twitch. The precum is spread over the length and a few languid strokes by your hands later, his breath is fluttering a bit before a considerable tremble is felt as your mouth takes in as much of his length as it can, letting your tongue play with it, your head bob over it with a slow and steady rhythm and uncontrollable low moans that escape your throat. What your mouth can't cover is taken care of by your hand, stroking the length, leaving no part untouched. It is a pleasure to hear him audibly shudder when your tongue plays with his frenum, making him see dark spots behind his eyes.

It is an entirely new spectrum of pleasure for Erik, and yet his hands twitch for taking the reins. He wants more. He wants to take control. He moves your hair out of your way before taking your jaw in his hand, making your leave his cock. Before you can gather, he is lifting you by your thighs, putting you over his shoulder and walking towards the bedroom to drop you on the fluffed up mattress.

Your dress is unzipped and thrown on the floor, your panties practically torn before his fingers are finding your folds, diving into your wetness, locating your clit and rubbing it to light up all the dark corners of your body. Your cunt is at his mercy now. And that's not the only thing that gives you pleasure, Erik makes sure of that. His tongue is giving all the attention to your nipples in turn, making them perk up with more of his sucking and nibbling, having a terribly good effect on your already sensitive core.

When a high note of simmering pleasure escaping you reaches his ears, Erik stops the play, much to your dismay, for not wanting that pleasure to end just here. Instead, he takes your legs- which still have the boots on- and lifts them up over his shoulders, biting and sucking on them all the while. You will not be surprised if you find bruises where he is digging his teeth. These are the only types of bruises you'd want anyway.

His length teases your folds, making you arch up into him, asking him through your eyes to satiate your hunger.

You want more.

And you want it all.

Erik seems to know that desperation lurking in your eyes for he pushes his cock in, forcing out a gasp from you at his size, at the same time making you grab at iron rails of the headboard in the name of gravity to get you through the first few seconds.

Once he feels you having adjusted to his length, Erik nearly pulls himself all out before going back in with the right about of jerk, making you go for the headboard again. The pace is picked without much room for a love-making trot, skipping straight to the highs of watching his form smile down on you while his hips slapping with your ass cheeks and you let out rhythmic moans, instantly finding yourself pooling up and shuddering under your orgasm; the high being carried out when he rides you right through it.

But Erik isn’t done yet.

He flips you on your stomach, slapping your ass before digging his fingers in your hips to drag it close to his pulsating cock yearning for more.

You are still catching your breaths and feeling the sweat rise behind your neck when you feel his throbbing length enter you once again, and your body with a will of its own arching back into him.

Why, he has his claws into you. Your ass cheeks feeling his nails dig into them as he once again slamming himself into you, this time, creating fireworks behind your eyes. The pace is torturous and tactile at the same time. Your breasts dance at every impact, your walls lighting up whenever he hit the right spots, again and again, his grunts and groans vibrating right into your core. You can no longer hold your cries back, letting them out with the fast rhythm he is riding you on.

Yes.

You want this. You crave this. You crave him. Inside you. Over you. Everywhere in this moment of your existence.

The pace fastens as Erik reaches his own high, his length gradually swelling up inside you. You too are close once again, your cries rising higher as the edge of that dam approaches, letting your fingers find your clit to come with him. And as the pace gets sloppier and the cries from the both of you more feral, asking for more, the orgasm hits in its prime, bringing Erik down on you as his legs shudder and your knees, in turn, give way, falling flat over the mattress, glowing with the mix of sex sweat and orgasmic high.

A few moments pass in silence when both of you catch your breaths and find parts of each other under your fingers that want reassurance through touch.

Satisfaction.

Nothing like this has been achieved before. And it only makes you question what all can be explored in the future.

But for now, it's bliss. Pure bliss.

Erik slowly pulls out of you and goes to the bathroom while you take the opportunity to turn and get up, feeling your core throb at the fresh ache it experiences in there. Within no time, he's out again, this time with a towel that seems to be wet, cleaning the aftermath of the pleasure between your legs. The fabric feels warm and soft, cleaning every last trace and being dumped into the laundry basket by the bathroom door.

This part, you are unsure of.

Stay?

Or walk away?

The deed has been done.

You know what you want, though. It's the question of what he desires.

The duvet he pulls over you while planting himself in the bed next to you seems to answer the question.

And as if to make double-sure on it, Erik lets his hand grab your waist and drag you close to marr your swollen lips with a tongue-tied kiss.

You are lying on his chest, feeling the ridges under your skin and fingers while his arm embraces you, soothingly rubbing on the injured cheek.

The sounds from the club downstairs are muffled, the lights off, letting the moonlight creep in and be bedfellows for the night, dancing on your skins jovially.

There really is something about the lights tonight.

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phenomenal1500 · 3 years

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~Roommates~

Masterlist

Summary: Kira and Erik have been mixed-gender roommates at the MIT for almost a year now and it seems they both have some bottled up emotions they have to let go off.

Timeline: Before he joined the United States Navy SEALs.

Pairing: Dom!Student!Erik x Kira (OC) Warning: Smut, Oral, Spanking, Daddy kink, Doggy style.

Kira strolled through the wide hallways of her university, thinking about how yet another rough day had finally ended at the MIT. If she was really honest with herself, she would even admit it was always tough and exhausting for her because she understood almost nothing, but she didn't want to be that negative person again. She knew she was just as smart as everyone else in her class, but she could barely keep up with everything because her mind just couldn't focus on the boring classes anymore and that just didn't sit right with her.

She used to love learning new things.

With a sigh, she opened the heavy door to her shared dorm and threw her backpack to the side before her jaw dropped in jealousy.

"How the fuck?! I had a whole day planned in with classes and here you are, sitting on the couch all relaxed- nah." Kira whined at the smirking man ahead of her who was slouching on the sofa with his black sweats on, no shirt, and the golden chain that he never took off hanging around his muscled neck.

"You've ever relax yourself?" He leaned his arm over the backrest so he could watch the woman over his shoulder.

"You can't relax when you're studying all day and night. Why are you suddenly so relaxed?" She crossed her arms as she walked closer to him. "Professor sick?"

"Mhuh." He hummed and closed his eyes. "And I finished everything already." He bragged and lifted his chin up before watching her again.

"Smart ass." She laughed, shoving his arm away so she could lean over the couch to see what he was doing. "Really, you're watching that? Since when do you not play those video games anymore?"

"Since when did you become my mom? Huh? It's a cool movie, aight?" He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a defensive manner, but she knew he was playing with her.

"Alright, sure~ Don't have to be so defensive about it, I simply just wondered." She giggled as she jumped over the backrest of the couch to sit beside him. "Come on, turn that Ps4 on. I wanna destroy you in a game of COD." She elbowed him softly to get his eyes off of the screen so either one of them could start the game console.

"Fine, but if I win, I'm allowed to destroy you in my bed." He rubbed his hands together and moved his head closer to hers to whisper into her ear, his voice huskier than before. "Just a quick fuck~...."

"E!" She pushed him away gently. "House rule number one; we're the only mixed-gender dorm so no fucking." She eyed Erik up and down sternly while holding up a finger to sign to him to keep his distance. "And no, because I sometimes shower with the door open doesn't mean that that rule doesn't count anymore."

It was true. She showered with the door open most of the time, but it wasn't to tease him or with any sexual intentions. It simply was to ventilate her damp and hot bathroom.

Their shared dorm was massive. They all were at the MIT to give the students space to study. The moment you'd walk through the large and heavy front door you would enter an open space with a very modern aesthetic, white and gray walls and black curtains decorating the enormous windows. To the right was a gray industrial kitchen with a cooking island that you could also use as a dinner table. The rest of the space was used for a living room with a TV, a huge comfy black sofa and a few more pieces of furniture and decorations that belonged to the students themselves to make it feel more like home. Both the left and right walls had two doors.

On the right was a door next to where the kitchen ended that led to Kira's bathroom, which had no ventilation, and next to that door was the door to her bedroom.

On the left was the exact same thing, but Erik's bedroom and bathroom door were a bit closer to the front door and his bathroom did have ventilation.

"Kinda does, Kira."

"You watch me? Thought you were too busy with those other girls you always bring home." It wasn't that she cared about it at all, they were just close friends and they both could do what they had the urge for, but it surprised her he paid attention to her in such a manner. She didn't want to show him she was very surprised though and in the meantime laid her hands on the black PS4 controller and disturbed his crime movie to turn on the PS4 itself.

"Why do you think those chicks are always coming over? To distract me from ya fine ass."

"It's that bad? I could also close the door next time." She shoved him to the side so she could sit in front of the screen as she chuckled softly, starting up COD.

"Who said it's just the showers, ma?" Kira knew Erik was raising one of his eyebrows in a cocky manner, but kept her eyes fixed on the screen as it loaded. After the home screen popped up and she could start a game, she pushed the second controller in his hands and still tried to avoid eye contact with him. "You ain't gonna talk to me anymore now?"

"I watched you once." She shrugged and glared up at him for a second. "It was by accident and just a brief moment."

"When?" He seemed very interested, particularly in what she saw.

"That dark haired girl from last week that left you alone because of an important phone call.... you decided to jerk off with your room door still ajar." The woman laughed a little to make it less uncomfortable for the both of them and he laughed with her. The two were never shy when it came down to joking or talking about sex, but never in such a personal way or about each other. "I spotted you jerking when I wanted to get some food at night."

"You liked it? Liked watching me?" He licked his full lips as he stared at the girl while she killed his ass a few times without him noticing it.

"You're hot, but that's a fact we all knew was true." She pointed at his muscular body before returning to play the game. "You know that's not why we're friends though.... right E? You know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're friends with me for me and not the fuck boy side in me and the hot body." He mocked her a bit and threw his white controller onto the soft carpet as the screen showed she indeed won from him this time. "You fucking distractor!"

"Told you I would fucking destroy you! I've always been better than you in this game." She jumped up and cheered in victory, but was until she was yanked into Erik's lap, forced to straddle it.

The controller fell out of her hand as she was stunned and he glared up at the woman.

Surely she had been in his lap before, especially if the two watched a movie or played a calm video game and she decided to lay her head there, but this felt completely different, less like friends.

She bit her lip and rested her forearms on his shoulders.

"How late is it?" She questioned him quickly so he couldn't make another move with his nasty comments that had been going on since she came home.

"6:30."

"Fuck, I thought I could dodge this awkward situation with sleeping." She sighed before climbing off of him. "Guess not.... what do you want to order for food?"

"Nothing, rather want you on my face right now-...."

"Seriously?! Pizza?" Kira tried again. "Fuck it, I'm going to choose because you can't act normal. Pizza it is."

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After the two ate dinner together, she kissed his jaw to say goodnight and disappeared in her bathroom to make herself ready to go to bed like always.

She had taken a fresh shower and wrapped her wet body in a clean white towel as she walked to her bedroom, jumping on her bed and arguing wether she'd fuck herself before she went to sleep or not.

Erik was exactly on the same mission, though he had already decided what to do.

It took a while before she groaned in frustration, defeated by her choice of not doing it herself and she put her long black robe on before knocking on Erik's door. If she was going to ask for his help, she was going to do it in style. "E? You in there alone?" The woman asked softly and Erik took his time covering himself up before laying back down. He couldn't really care if she saw him or not. "You're okay with me coming in?"

"Yeah, I'm good with that, baby girl." She rolled her eyes playfully at the nickname and carefully opened his door.

"I couldn't sleep so.... I thought why not join you~...." She lied and stared at her feet for a moment before looking back up at him. She couldn't really see him properly because of the lack of light in his room, but she could make out from his silhouette that he had already made a place for her next to him.

"Stop the lying and get your ass in this bed already, Kira." He commanded and she obeyed instantly, closing the door behind her and releasing her body from her black see through robe as Erik immediately turned on a small black lamp that was standing on his white nightstand. He eyed her up and down lustfully and offered her his strong hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto the bed with him. His lips instantly connected with hers when she came close and he bit her lower lip before sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

He wanted to taste all of her tonight.

This was what he had been craving for all those months.... he wanted to see that pretty pink pussy cream itself for him and only for him.

Still in a deep kiss, Erik forced her flat on her back as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. He then finally broke the kiss and hooked her legs over his shoulders while he got on his knees so he would get full access and control over her body. She was at his mercy tonight and nothing was going to change that. He could hear the woman gasp at his action and see her chest going up and down heavily as he spread her already dripping and swollen lips with his fingers, licking her moist and warm folds open.

"Fuck~ E." Kira couldn't suppress her moan and bit her plump bottom lip hard as his mouth closed around her clit, sucking and nibbling it gently.

Her just manicured nails dug into the white and black sheets when his tongue thrusted in and out of her slowly and licked her dripping juices up in the meantime. "Mmhhppp, baby~ oh my god. Eat my pussy just like that." She whined and her body shivered when Erik pressed his thumb against her hardened and throbbing clit and he let his husky growls vibrate over her core.

Oh, this man was already driving her body crazy.

After a few more thrusts with his devilish tongue, she arched her back from the bed and grabbed a hold of his dreads as she came in his mouth.

"That's it. Rain down on me, baby girl~...." He groaned deeply as he licked her clean, loving the sight of his spit and her cum mixing and dripping down her thighs.

"Now, turn around for Daddy." He ordered and let go of her legs. "I want to see that phat pussy from behind, girl."

Kira, still panting, obeyed immediately and turned around to position herself on all fours, a whine escaping her lips because of the cold air that hit her wet pussy. He made sure to warm it up again though and cupped her pussy, rubbing it slowly with the palm of his hand while spreading her legs as well. The woman could already feel his evil smirk glide over her back before a hard sound of ass cheeks clapping filled the room and it released a quick and short moan from down her throat.

That smack had most definitely created a handprint on her pretty ass.

Kira teasingly wiggled her ass in front of his eyes to trigger another one and he did it again, even harder this time. "Mmm~ daddy."

"My nasty slut likes that? Huh?" Erik pushed her down into the mattress with an arched back so she was forced to lay with her face into the pillows, her ass up and spread open.

"Yes." She answered shortly as she felt his hard and big cock resting in between her soaked pussy lips and her heartbeat sped up while his cock rubbed between her slick folds, her knees growing weak.

"You want this, don't you?" He smacked her ass again. "Beg for this big cock, baby."

"Please, daddy, please give it to me. I need your cock inside of me." She moaned it all on purpose and pushed her ass into him some more which stole a groan out of him.

"You're such a good girl for me." With that said he harshly pushed inside, going as far into her that she swore she could feel him in her stomach right away.

"God~ you're huge." She whimpered as felt herself being stretched out by him and she let her face fall forward into his pillow again.

"Fuck." Erik groaned at her tightening around him and it increased the friction between his cock and her sensitive spot as he thrusted into her deeply. Her breath hitched and his hand went around and under her body to mould those clapping breasts as he fucked her good and fast.

The way he slightly bend over her back made his expensive cologne scent and the hot sex scent emerge and fill her nostrils and she closed her eyes in enjoyment.

God.... how horribly much she loved those smells combined.

It didn't take long after that before her body pushed back into him in response, her thrusts meeting his in a perfect rhythm.

Kira was a moaning mess; her hair wildly hovering over her sweaty face, marks created by his fingers and teeth that covered her soft skin and words not being able to form by her throat because of the satisfaction that filled her whole body. She wanted him, no, needed him and that feeling of her arousal that was burning inside her lower stomach couldn't take it much longer. She forgot to breathe as he grabbed her hips violently and pushed his fingers into her skin while he guided her. The woman then tried to muster as much strength as she could to push her shaking body up so that she was on all fours again and she grabbed the man's muscular arm holding her hip with one hand for stability.

"Fuck~ N'jadaka. I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, baby, clench ya tight ass pussy around this dick." She came loudly as his dirty talk reached her ears and he followed closely with his orgasm, coming deep inside her. Erik swore she was sucking his whole soul out of him as her tight walls milked him and his cum painted her insides deeply. "Damn, ma~ Can't let you go now, can I? You're mine." He smiled at Kira who had moved her head to the side to smile back, his sweet smile revealing his dimples before he pulled out. Her pussy automatically clenched before his eyes again as his cum dripped out of her and he would have dived into her deep and warm waters one more time if he hadn't restrained himself and laid beside her instead. The sight of her sweating body, leaking and stretched pussy and shaking body simply made him so wild. "God, that's a sight I'd love to see some more, Kira."

"You will." Those words were all the exhausted woman could get out of her mouth while she snuggled into his side, falling asleep in his protective and strong arms afterwards.

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Forty-Seven G [Part 3 of 3]

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"He only knew her for a little while, But he had grown accustomed to her style She had the cutest ass he'd ever seen He did to, they were meant to be They loved to kiss on the steps of Versailles It looked like rain, mama, birds do fly I love you baby, I love you so much, Maybe we can stay in touch Meet me in another world, space and joy, Vous etes tres belle, mama, girls and boys…"

Prince & The Revolution – "Girls & Boys"

Summary: Erik has his flight back to M.I.T. canceled. Lucky for her...

Mature Content. As always, more smut. [Part 1] [Part 2]

Fa'aana made the last round of collecting trash on the plane as they made their final descent into the ATL.

Erik was knocked out in his seat with his head resting against the window. She got a kick out of thinking about it, but she knew she had sucked his ass to sleep. The last few kisses he gave her after he came in her mouth found him becoming drowsy and when she went back to her seat in the galley, his eyes were already shut.

She took some time to wash her face, brush her teeth, and change her panties again. When he woke up from the in-flight announcements, she tried to ignore him as she went about her work reminding passengers to put their seats upright and to stay seated as they were about to land. His eyes watched her about the cabin, and when she went to check in with Lucy in first-class, she snuck a moist blueberry muffin back to him that she snagged from the first-class galley.

When the passengers disembarked from the plane, she had a few moments to stand near him while he waited to leave in his seat. He let his hand slip behind her legs so he could stroke her thighs while no one was looking. His row was finally exiting, and he slung his computer bag on his back. He turned to look at her and she knew he wanted to kiss her, but Mavis was nearby.

"Thanks for your excellent service," he said to her.

"You are welcome," she said. He lingered for a moment and then it got awkward when Mavis kept staring at him from across the aisle. Erik glanced at Mavis then his eyes found hers again. Nothing needed to be said. Not really. He would either call her one day out of the blue or he wouldn't. But at least she got to taste him. At least she got to feel up that thang between his legs. Mercy.

She watched him move away from her and when there was no one else on the plane, she finished a final trash check and then grabbed her own suitcase from the galley. She had the next four days off and all she wanted was some real sleep in her own bed, and some lemon pepper wings.

Once she had disembarked, she stopped in the restroom to relieve herself and then made a few phone calls. One to her roommate and another to her parents who liked to have her check in whenever she went or came back from overseas. She couldn't wait to get home and take a long soak in her bathtub.

Leaving the restroom, she ran into Mark. This had been her last flight with him as a team member, and she hoped she would be able to serve with him and Mavis again someday. They decided to have drinks together at a Chili's bar to have a proper goodbye.

"The weather has gone bad," Mark said sipping a beer as they both stared at the rain and condensation on the airport windows. Glancing at the nearby Departure/Arrival board they saw that flights were being canceled left and right.

"We made it just in time," she said licking the sugar off the rim of her second peach margarita glass. Looking around the airport it felt good to be back in Atlanta. She loved seeing the multitude of Black faces that worked the Hartsfield–Jackson International Airport. It always felt like a homecoming whenever she returned to it. Hearing the southern accents, watching how the co-workers greeted one another with that ATL charm.

She had a crush on one of the TSA workers she saw almost every day as she went through clearance. Something about the way the older gentleman said good morning to her with a syrupy drawl always made her feel special. There was also a young sista that worked at the Starbucks she rolled through before boarding who made her feel like a beloved favorite auntie. She was always asking Fa'aana about tips on how to get her braids and twist-outs to act right. Whenever Fa'anna saw that the girl was having a good hair day, she made sure to shout out, "I see you, girl!" Atlanta was not her city of birth, but she adopted it readily because she felt like the people embraced her like she was a native.

"Hey, isn't that the guy from our flight?"

Mark pointed out a tall frame hustling through the thick crowd of people scrambling to find new flights if possible.

Erik.

Fa'aana figured his connection was canceled.

"Erik!" she called out.

Mark gave her a quizzical look but she ignored it.

Erik glanced around and when he caught her eye, a big smile came across his face. He zig-zagged through the throngs of bodies over to the Chili's bar.

"Hey," she said.

"W'sup," he said.

"Mark, this is Erik, the famous guy from our flight," Fa'aana joked. Erik looked confused.

Mark held out his hand and Erik shook it.

"Ignore her. When you were on our flight a few days ago I thought you were a celebrity. Nice to meet you."

"You get grounded?" she asked.

"My connecting flight had mechanical issues and didn't make it here in time before this storm canceled everything. I have a hotel voucher for the Marriott, so I guess I'm chillin'. I was going to have my cousin come get me, but this weather is bad and he's out in Decatur, so…"

He was staring at her, his eyes bright and mischievous-looking.

"Free hotel is nice," she said.

"I'm headed down to baggage claims. I booked a flight outta here in the morning so hopefully this rain calms down before then," he said.

Fa'aana could feel Mark watching the two of them interact. He pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and laid it on the counter next to Fa'aana's empty margarita glass.

"I'm going to head out. May we fly together again soon, Ciao, Ciao," Mark said giving Fa'aana a hug and a kiss on each cheek, "Good luck tomorrow."

"Thanks," Erik said stepping back so Mark could leave.

"Ciao, Mark," she said.

Fa'aana and Erik regarded one another.

"I'll walk down to baggage with you," she said hopping off her barstool. She reached for her roller bag, but Erik grabbed it for her.

They walked side by side and rode down the escalator together.

"Fa'aana!"

Kandace, a ticket agent for Delta, waved at Fa'aana as they passed through.

"Kandy," Fa'aana said, suddenly feeling self-conscious with Erik there. Kandace looked at Erik…really looked at him, and then looked down at his hand wheeling Fa'aana's roller bag. Christ almighty. It would have to be Kandace to see her with Erik. Good ole Kandace, the person who introduced Fa'aana to Hugh…her own cousin.

Kandace stepped away from one of the self-serve ticket kiosks and gave Fa'aana a hug.

"Happy late birthday! How did the birthday night go with Hugh?" Kandace asked, emphasizing Hugh's name while staring at Erik.

"Uh, it was nice. Very nice."

Fa'aana saw Erik's eyes light up as a slick smile creased his lips.

Kandace stood there waiting for her to explain the tall glass of "fuck me please" standing right next to her.

"This is Erik," Fa'aana said. Why she was feeling so guilty unnerved her. Hugh was not her boyfriend. Hugh didn't act like he wanted to be a boyfriend. Just a fuck buddy. Kandace knew this because Fa'aana complained to her about it. The birthday night out was supposed to be a page-turner in the relationship. It was not. But Kandace was boring holes into Fa'aana's face as if she knew what she had done with Erik, twice, above the earth.

"Hey, I just got in town," Erik said. He reached out a hand and Kandace took it, eyeing him like he stole something.

"He has to go get his luggage. Grounded because of the weather," Fa'aana said.

"It's going to be a hot mess all day," Kandace said still looking at Erik.

"Lucky for me I'm off," Fa'aana said.

"I better go get my stuff," Erik said.

"Talk soon," Fa'aana said, so ready to leave the unspoken Spanish Inquisition looks Kandace was still throwing her.

Erik grabbed her roller bag again…and then clasped her free hand in his.

"Nice meeting you," he said pulling Fa'aana away toward the baggage carousels. Kandace's mouth dropped open and Fa'aana scurried to keep up with Erik.

Erik kept her hand in his while they watched bags roll past. His duffel popped down the conveyor and he grabbed it, draping it over one arm. She reached for her bag.

"Nah, I got it. How are you getting home?" he asked.

"I just go out and catch a Lyft—"

"Let's share one then. My hotel is nearby."

Once again, he took lead and pulled her gently toward the airport exit. She pointed out the best spot to catch a ride without antagonizing the local cab drivers. He pulled out his cell while she held onto her bag.

"Should be here in about fifteen minutes," he said.

"We'll see in this weather," she said looking at the arrival terminal packed with vehicles trying to maneuver around each other and security hustling them along if they sat too long.

Fa'aana felt her cell vibrate in her small travel purse. She pulled it out and felt her face crinkle. Hugh.

"You just got me in trouble," she said.

"With who?"

"Hey, Hugh, what's going on?" She answered her phone in a sing-song voice like she was so excited to hear from him.

"'sup, Hugh!" Erik called into the speaker and Fa'aana gave him a heated look and moved away from him.

"Who was that?" Hugh asked.

"It's hard to hear you, I'm outside the airport waiting for a ride."

She was trying to buy time to think.

"Kandy told me she saw you."

"Yeah, a few minutes ago—"

"With some man."

Erik had a big grin on his face. He was enjoying this too much.

"Yeah…"

"Yeah, what?"

"Just yeah—"

Erik took her phone from her.

"Yo, Hugh, 'sup mayne? I'm Erik, Fa'aana's cousin. Just got in town. Heard a lot about you," Erik said making faces at Fa'aana. She wasn't sure if she wanted to sock him or be grateful for the save. Kandace didn't waste any time snitching.

"Her cousin—?"

Fa'aana could hear his voice on the phone, Erik held it tilted so she could listen too.

"Yeah, we 'bout to ride over to the Marriott right now. I have a long ass layover because of this storm, so we're going to kick it there for a minute and have some drinks and catch up. You should come through."

Fa'aana felt her face blanch. What was he trying to do?

Their Lyft arrived.

"Our ride is here, lemme give the phone back to Fa'aana," Erik said.

She took back her phone and glared at Erik. She wanted to go home and change clothes and take a bath, and eat her food, and get into her bed, and…

Erik was looking down at her, his eyes taking in her legs. He reached out for the handle of the back passenger door and opened it for her.

"Hugh?" she said while stepping into the car. Erik placed their travel bags in the trunk.

"I'm at the office still—"

"Don't worry about coming down here. Erik and I will be done before you even try to get out in this weather—"

"No, I'm coming down. Marriott bar, right? I'll see you as soon as I finish up here."

He hung up first.

"What the fuck Erik?"

"Don't get nervous, girl. You want this nigga, right? You sounded really excited about dinner with him the first time I met you. But it turned out wack. He didn't even blow your back out. On your special day, deadass?"

She gave him a surprised look.

"You didn't have to tell me that, I could tell. You slobbed down my dick like you was starving, Ma."

She felt her face start to slide sideways when her eyes caught the Lyft driver's eyes in the rearview.

"Stop talking," she said holding her face in her hands.

"Ignore us," Erik told the driver.

"I shouldn't have messed around with you. You young guys just want to play—"

"My age ain't got nothing to do with anything—"

"My life is just to amuse you right now?"

His face took on a contemplative countenance.

"I have twenty-four free hours to use up until I dip, so yes, this will amuse me."

The fantasy was over. She had misjudged him. He was a knucklehead and she had made the mistake of confusing a thick dick and some intense orgasms with maturity. Won't make that mistake again. As soon as they reached the Marriott, she would never have to see him again.

"Whatchu thinkin' about?"

"Poor choices."

"What that mean?"

"This isn't fun or funny to me. This is my real life, not your entertainment."

He pondered her words.

"When you told me about the date, you sounded really disappointed. I got the impression that this guy was on the fence with you. Which, in my opinion, is fucking ridiculous. Let's see what he's about. You feel like he's not into you, but he's quick to hit you up just to see who the fuck I am. That means one of two things: he digs you and can't figure out how to please you and he's scared of losing you, or he don't want some other nigga sniffing around what he thinks is his…even if he don't really want you. Let's find out—"

"I'm not interested."

"Then just have a drink with me and you can leave."

"I said I'm not interested."

They were silent on the rest of the way to the hotel. Erik tried to rub her thigh and touch her hand, but she shook him off. Fatigue was coming down on her. Any attraction or feelings she had developed for him faded…shriveled up on the vine and died.

"Fa'aana…I'm sorry. I read your situation wrong."

"No worries. Forget about it."

The Lyft pulled up in front of the Marriott.

Erik jumped out to get his duffle bag and his computer bag. He stuck his head back inside the car.

"Let me check in first and then just have one drink with me. Call your man up and tell him not to come…tell him I changed plans. They have a jacuzzi in here and a heated pool. We can stick our feet in and talk—"

"No, thank you."

"C'mon Fa'aana. Give me a chance to make it up to you. I feel bad now."

"Bye, Erik."

The rain pelted down hard and made visibility difficult, but the Lyft driver was very careful and Fa'aana arrived at her apartment building safe.

Dragging her bag to her unit, she felt her legs get weary.

The apartment smelled clean, like her roomie Dianne had spit-shined the place for her return. Tossing her keys on an end table and reaching for her mail, she heard Dianne in her bedroom. After a good rest, she would be open to telling her roommate about the fine asshole she left back at the Marriot. She hoped Erik would remember her mouth as being the best at thirty-thousand feet. What a fucking let down.

She had felt such a surge of excitement when Erik had grabbed her hand in front of Kandace. He had taken charge and her panties did get a little moist when she threaded her fingers with his and followed him out of the airport. If he had just kept his mouth shut, she would've gone to his hotel room and spread her legs wide for him. Would've let him slam that horse dick deep down in-

The fuck?

Dianne wasn't alone in her bedroom.

The male groaning that was filtering out into their shared living room space was a sorry noise she was all too familiar with.

Hugh.

Fa'aana stood rooted.

One part of her thought about storming into the bedroom and making a scene, but instead, she didn't care. In fact, she started giggling and had to cover her mouth and nose with her hand because she almost snorted. As she listened to Dianne, she could tell her roomie was faking her pleasure. Two years living together and having men run in and out between them, she knew the real sound of Dianne getting off compared to the fake moaning she was selling Hugh. And since she wasn't the one getting fucked by him, she could really hear how basic he sounded while fucking. She let his job and status as a city planner, his ability to take her to fancy places around fancy people blind her to the fact that his stroke game was lacking. Pitiful.

Dianne fell for the glitter of him too. Now she was reaping a bargain basement tryst. Hugh had been with her while he was calling Fa'aana at the airport to see what new dick she was walking around with. Sorry ass.

Erik was right. That nigga in there boning half her rent didn't want her. He just didn't want anyone else messing with her just to be spiteful. He was going to screw Dianne, then come to the hotel just to see what she was bringing to the table. And the table would've been blessed.

There was no need to cry or get upset or make a fuss over trash dick that didn't want her. Dianne could have him.

Fa'aana tip-toed back out of the apartment with her bag. She had clean clothes in her suitcase. She could freshen up at the hotel.

If Erik would let her.

The Lyft she called came quicker than expected. When she dialed Erik's number, he answered on the second ring.

"Can I see you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I can get dressed and meet you at the bar—"

"Don't bother getting dressed," she said.

"Whatchu tryna get into, Ma?"

"You," she said.

"Bring that pretty mouth over here then."

"Text me the—"

BOOM.

Before she had finished asking, his room number had already popped up on her phone.

Erik opened the door wearing a comfy pair of low-slung blue joggers and no shirt. The chain necklace with the ring he wore dangled between his pecs. His eyes seemed to caress her face when he looked at her.

A creeping shyness came over Fa'aana as she stood in the hallway with her suitcase. Her mind went to being on the plane with him the first time when she rested her head on his chest. The incredible naked chest she was staring at right now. On both sides of his chest, right below his collar bone, there were two round half a dime-sized keloid scars that puckered up his rich nutmeg brown skin. Smooth. Shiny. She wanted to reach up and touch them. They were perfectly shaped and distanced like they were placed there on purpose and not just natural scarring…

"Come in," he said stepping back.

He took her suitcase for her and placed it by an open closet door. She walked into the room and looked around the fancy digs.

"Nice," she said.

"Sit down," he said.

She went to sit on the small couch near the window. He sprawled out on his king-sized bed, lying on his stomach and staring at her.

"What changed your mind?" he asked.

A haughty chuckle spilled from her mouth at first and then she chewed on her bottom lip feeling it tremble. Before she could stop them, tears began falling. The smile on Erik's face changed to concern. He jumped off the bed and moved to sit next to her rubbing her back.

"What happened, Fa'aana?"

She quickly wiped her face.

"You were right…you were right…"

"About?"

"Hugh. That asshole. I went back to my apartment and I heard him fucking my roommate."

"Damn…sorry, Ma. That's a dick move on his part. Your roommate too."

"I stood there listening to him and…she is getting the worst dick ever…"

Erik started laughing and Fa'aana felt her spirit soar from the sound of his vibrant voice.

"No woman should cry over trash dick. Dry them tears, girl. C'mere."

He wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingers and kissed both her cheeks.

"Fuck him. Fuck her too. Okay?"

She nodded and sat back away from him wiping her face with her hands.

"I just really like the idea of him. He was handsome, successful...he said all the right things. Lived in the right neighborhood. Drove the right car. Good kisser. He acted like he liked me too—"

"He didn't like you; he liked your pussy."

Fa'aana's eyes snapped up to his when she heard the crude remark.

"I'm being real witchu. Niggas be like that. He liked that you didn't pressure him. All this casual dating. You not around all the time because of your job. He could hit it and run to the next bitch when he felt like it—"

"So it's my fault he's fucking my roommate?"

"I didn't say all that. You were being open with your heart and that good puss between your legs. He took advantage because he didn't have to work to get you. Sorry to say it, but if pussy is too easy to get, it ain't worth it. Men like the challenge—"

"The challenge…"

"When we were on the plane together and playing the trivia game, did you see how fast I got up to find out who was challenging my wins? When I saw it was you, I wanted to know what was up. What made you tick. Had to play against you again. I was focused on you and wanted to be near you. Simple shit you did like telling me we should stop messing around. That made me want you more. That's real. Compare that to this chick that was sitting across from me on the plane. She was coming at me all hard, just basically telling me we could go into the bathroom and fuck. I'm barely in my seat and she's throwing pussy at me. Easy pussy ain't always good pussy—"

"So my pussy was trash to Hugh because I made myself too available?"

"You don't have trash puss, girl. Believe that. That nigga kept coming back. He'll keep coming back too if you let him. You ain't the one he wants to settle down with. You the one he wants to fuck on the regular until he's ready. Cut him off."

"Done."

"No, I mean for real Fa'aana. I know how you women do. Get your feelings hurt, then you start missing a nigga, and when he comes begging, you feel sorry and give him a chance again. Rinse and repeat. You just got back in town from being overseas working hard with funky ass demanding passengers…some with bad attitudes… and that man ain't tryna run up in your guts right now cuz he misses you? Nah, bruh. Wouldn't be me. We'd be in bed right now fucking all day. I'd be making your pussy sloppy as fuck."

His eyes dropped down to her lips and she felt a tremor in her belly and a heat blooming in her chest and face. The way he talked. The way he looked and looked at her in that moment.

"Don't waste your time on niggas who don't want you. It ain't no reflection on your worth. Some people just ain't for you. That's all. When a man is feeling you, really feeling you…he will do what he gotta do to be around you as much as he can. If he don't, you just a toy to him. Something to poke on when he in the mood. And if it ain't you, it'll be the next easy bitch on his playlist."

He rubbed her back again.

"This has been a shitty day for you so far. Lemme take care of you. Go take a shower and have a little nap. I'll take you to the Aquarium and we'll have dinner together here at the hotel. I'll give you the proper birthday experience you wanted. That hoe ass bitch didn't give it to you. I will."

"Erik…"

"You deserve it. Lemme do it. I'm here for a whole day. Use me. It'll be fun."

He stood and pulled her up by her hands.

"Go get out of this uniform, and take a shower."

He gave her a soft nudge toward the bathroom.

"I'm going to watch some tv. Handle your business, girl."

Hot water drizzled over her shoulders and back. She let her hair get wet and the curls tightened. She took a long shower and used up all of his shower gel. She made a note to call room service to bring him more.

Stepping out of the shower stall she wrapped a towel around her head and her body. Refreshed and actually energized by the water, she glanced around the bathroom and noticed that she left her fresh clothes on top of her suitcase. She could hear a basketball game on and Erik talking to the tv scolding players who were doing terrible.

She opened the bathroom door and tip-toed to his closet.

"Why you sneaking? Get comfortable," he said.

She stopped and stared at him. His eyes took all of her in. He shifted his body on the couch. She grabbed her clean t-shirt and jeans.

"Change out here," he said. He sat up from the couch.

Why not?

She tossed her clothes on his bed and dried her hair first, fluffing it out with her fingers.

"All that hair," he said leaning back. His legs spread a bit and he let his right-hand rest on his thigh.

She felt bold.

Unfastening the towel around her she slowly dried herself watching his eyes drag up and down her nude body. His right hand inched closer to his groin.

"Damn. You got a pretty body."

She dropped her hands down to dry her legs, letting the thick white towel rub against her dark brown thighs. She patted herself between her legs and she saw his hips shift on the couch. He squeezed himself between his legs.

She dried her feet.

"Go put your work heels back on," he said, his voice just above a whisper.

"Why?"

"Just do it. Amuse me," he said winking at her. She dropped the towel on the bed and padded over to the closet. She slipped her feet in her black five-inch pumps.

"Come over here and stand in front of the window," he said.

She sauntered over.

"Pretty little chocolate nipples. Do they taste like candy?" he asked. She smiled.

"Why don't you try them and find out?"

"I will, believe that."

She saw the tent in his joggers and his fingers gripping it like he couldn't control it.

"Put your palms against the window and poke your ass out," he said.

He was openly stroking his dick through his clothes.

She positioned herself and looked back at him.

"Nah. Don't look at me. Look out the window. Don't move nothing but your hips, girl. Circle that shit hella slow….yeah…yeah…just like that…slower…"

She could hear him pulling his joggers down and his breathing becoming heavy.

'Keeping doing that…ah shit…keep…shit…keep moving like that…don't look back at me Fa'aana…"

She could hear the sound of his hand jerking off his cock. She wanted to watch him so bad. She stared out of the window looking at nothing in particular, but then she caught his reflection and she could see his hand moving up and down. She gasped and slowed down her hips.

"Ooh…baby…do that shit for me…damn…just like that…got me gripping wood over here like a muthafucka bitch…damn…"

She heard him stand up and she looked back at him.

"I said don't look at me."

His hand gripped the back of her neck and he pressed her cheek hard against the glass.

"One thing you need to know about me Fa'aana, when I tell you to do something, you betta do it. I mean that shit, girl. Poke that ass out."

She moaned against the glass and pushed her cheeks back. She felt his right hand patting her vulva.

"I knew you'd be wet already. You start dripping so easy for me, huh?"

He gripped his erection and rubbed it against her pussy lips, teasing her entrance.

"Get a condom, Erik, " she breathed out with concern and his left hand gripped her neck tighter.

"Did I say I was going to fuck you right now? I'm just giving you a little preview. Move them hips."

The cold of the glass was the exact opposite of the heat slickening the tip of his fingers and his fat cock. She felt the bulge of his wide tip tapping against her opening again.

"You got some big thighs for your size, girl. That the Samoan in you coming out?"

She laughed and her breath fogged up the window

"Keep winding them hips…shit…"

He released his grip on her neck and she felt him rubbing his dick on her ass cheek. It was so hot. He was a furnace just like his ex-girlfriend said. She wondered if it was Chloe.

"Now look back at me Fa'aana, let me see them big round eyes of yours pretty girl."

She almost felt overwhelmed by the intensity in his dark brown eyes. They had grown darker and his lips were parted open, his tongue licking his bottom lip. His breath was erratic.

"I'm gonna nut on your ass, okay?" he choked out.

She moved her lower half even slower and arched her back more.

"Ooohhh," he groaned, and she watched a heavy dripping of pre-cum fall on her ass cheek. She wanted to melt all over his dick.

"Keep moving like that…fuck! Keep on…keep on…"

"Erik," she whined. She wanted his hands on her.

He started hitting her ass cheeks with his stiff dick, spanking her with it and rubbing the length of it up against the crack in her ass. She could feel his heavy balls and so much heat coming from him.

His hands shocked her when he reached up and tweaked her nipples with his fingers while still rubbing his length against her backside. Another deluge of pre-cum spilled on her. He let go of her nipples and she twisted sideways to watch him as he violently fisted himself against her ass. His thumb and index finger were slick against her skin.

"I been wanting to cum on this cute little ass since I first saw you on the plane, girl."

His eyes seared into hers. God, he was so damn big, and he was this excited because of her. Wetness was sliding down her legs from her own pussy, the tension in her clit was killing her. He wasn't touching her there on purpose.

"Can I nut on you Fa'aana, please?"

Was he begging her?

"You want to cum on my tight little ass?" she asked.

He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned so loud in her ear that it made her pussy jump. He was hunched up all over her back, the weight of him smashing her harder into the glass.

"I'll let you cum on me if you promise to wreck my shit later—"

His eyes popped open and he stepped back, glaring at her. He really began beating his meat hard against her cheeks.

"Promise me, Erik. You'll beat this tight little pussy up-?"

His eyes snapped shut and he was yelling in her ear as he spurt hot ropes of his creamy goodness all over her backside.

"Look what you made me do!" he hissed pushing her against the glass again, stroking the rest of his release on her.

When he had no more to give, he staggered back and stared down at her. She kept winding her hips while his fluid dripped down the back of her thighs.

"Go take another shower so we can get up outta here," he said slapping her butt. Some of his cum soaked his fingers and she bent her head to lick it off. He raised up her chin and bent down to kiss her fully on the lips. His tongue was swift to explore her mouth. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her over to the bathroom and pulled away from her lips reluctantly.

"Go get ready."

She jumped down from him and kicked off her heels.

It was so much better the second time around.

The trip to the aquarium was fun for her and for Erik. He was just as excited watching manta rays and sharks swim around as she was. Because of the weather, it wasn't very crowded. They spent a long time sitting and watching marine life around them while holding hands.

His cell phone rang a couple of times and when he turned his phone to mute, she saw the picture of a gorgeous dark-skinned woman hugged up against him as his screensaver. Erik looked like he was in love in the photo while the woman, who was smiling, looked indifferent. No not indifferent. Distant. She looked older too by a few years. That seemed to be his thing. Older women.

Dinner at the hotel restaurant was so much better than the overpriced fiasco Hugh took her to.

She and Erik enjoyed stuffed crab legs and porterhouse steaks. He even bought high-end champagne for her. They were tipsy and well-fed by the time they hit the hotel bar for a nightcap.

She shared pictures of her family from San Diego and also over on the American Samoa islands. He commented that she looked like her paternal grandmother on the island. Same round face and big eyes full of warmth. He shared no photos of his parents but had plenty of his friends from school and in Oakland. The most stunning picture was of a woman he said was his cousin in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Her name was Marisol and she was dressed in a red and yellow carnival costume. Her skin was so dark and smooth like polished obsidian. He looked high in the picture and his tongue was sticking out in a way that was naughty.

She was laughing about his story about his older cousin Junie who had moved to Atlanta after giving up Oakland for a woman who was already married. Only he didn't find out until he had moved in with her…and the husband.

She was wiping away tears of laughter when her name was called with an angry voice behind it.

"Hugh," she said scooting away from Erik at the bar. She gulped down the whiskey sour she was drinking. She felt Erik tense up next to her.

Hugh stood about an inch taller than Erik, broad-shouldered, broad body language, and chiseled features. His heavy brow looked bothered and his tawny brown complexion was slightly wet from the rain outside.

"I've been calling you all day. You haven't been checking your phone?"

She reached into her travel purse and checked. Yep. Several calls and missed texts. Oh well. She forgot to text him and tell him not to come looking for her and Erik.

"I thought something happened to you because of the weather," Hugh said. His eyes wrenched away from hers and gazed at Erik.

"You're Erik?" Hugh asked.

Erik brought his tumbler of Hennessey up to his lush lips. He drank a bit and then put the glass down on the bar counter.

"'sup," he said.

"We were busy," she said and started giggling when she looked at Erik and a slick smile curled his lips.

"Doing what for five hours?" Hugh asked.

"What's with all the interrogation, homie? Watchu been doing for five hours?" Erik asked.

Fa'aana watched Hugh's face carefully.

"I came down here because I thought you all would be here earlier."

"Well, we here now. Pull up a seat. Grab a drink," Erik said.

Fa'aana was on an Erik high and she let him dictate what would happen. She sat between the two men and they tossed back shots as Erik regaled Hugh with made up stories about a fabricated childhood as her cousin. Hugh was buying it and Erik lead the conversation into areas that showed Fa'aana what a poor choice Hugh was for a boyfriend or anything else. He was judgmental, hated poor people, and only worked for the city to get connections for his resume. Sitting there listening to him, she was embarrassed for Erik to know that she at one time wanted this man so bad.

She was on her second red wine when she felt Erik's hand brush against her thigh. He leaned in very close and whispered in her ear.

"I'm ready to go upstairs. I wanna go fuck."

Her wine went down the wrong pipe and she coughed. Erik rubbed her back and Hugh gave him a harsh look at his touch. It wasn't the touch of a relative.

Hugh slid off the barstool and grabbed his coat.

"It's getting late," Hugh said reaching for Fa'aana's arm. Erik slipped his hand around her waist and eased her closer to him on her barstool seat.

"We're going to hang out a little longer, bruh. Aye, Fa'aana, why don't you call your roommate and have her come down? I'd like to meet her. We can have a little party. She single right?"

Fa'aana saw Hugh's face freeze for a few seconds before he was pulling on her arm again, forcing her off of the barstool.

"Aye, yo, dawg, you ain't gotta be pulling on her like that," Erik said, his eyes narrowing and his voice going low.

"Fa'aana, let's go," Hugh said ignoring Erik.

"She's staying with me. You can bounce if you want," Erik said glaring.

"Tell your cousin to chill, and let's leave," Hugh said trying to put some bass in his voice.

Erik tossed back the last of his Hennessey.

"I'm not her cousin," Erik said.

"You're not her cousin? Then who the hell are you?" Hugh said, his eyes wavering between Fa'aana's face and Erik's.

"The man who's about to take her upstairs and fuck the dog shit outta her," Erik said grabbing her hand and pulling her by his side.

"Fa'aana?" Hugh said.

Erik stepped in front of Hugh.

"Nigga, you had some good ass pussy in front of you and you wasted it. Now she's about to bounce on my dick. Say goodnight and dip."

Fa'aana had never seen Hugh look so flustered.

Erik pulled a few bills from his pocket and tossed it on the bar.

"Drinks on me, Hugh," Erik said leading Fa'aana away from the bar. She glanced back at Hugh and called to him.

"Dianne should still be home."

His expression was priceless.

They wasted no time getting undressed.

The minute they were in the room she was pulling down her jeans and he was pulling his shirt off.

Seeing him fully naked was a gift from God, and she silently thanked his parents for having him. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She bounced up on it and laughed. He jumped on it and pulled her on top of him so he could kiss her.

His lips.

Did she really know what kissing was before Erik?

At first, she thought he would kiss her for a little bit and then start grabbing for her body, but he took his time and savored her mouth. She was a bit antsy when she thought he was going on a little longer than she was used to, and then something clicked in her and the kissing became the most erotic thing ever with him.

The heat. The pillowy softness. The way he nipped at her top and bottom lip with his teeth, his juicy fullness causing her to pant and want to bite him back. When he put his entire mouth over hers and she found herself smacking her lips like he was a snack she would never have again, she knew she was in trouble. She was sticky between her legs and he hadn't even touched the apex of her thighs yet.

By the time he released her lips, she was fighting to get her mouth back on his.

"Lemme get your pussy ready," he said.

He spanked her ass.

"Sit on my face, girl."

She shimmied up his body and squatted over his open mouth. When the tip of his tongue flicked her clit, she hissed so loud and pulled up from him.

"Damn, your pussy is swole up so fat," he groaned. He flattened his tongue and she watched him lick a wide swathe of her sensitive wet vulva and she whimpered.

"You want to cum on my mouth or on my dick?" he asked.

"Both," she said.

He laughed.

"Okay," he said.

His tongue swirled around her folds and when he started humming on the tender flesh there, she threw her head back.

"God, Erik!"

Her legs felt shaky and she plucked on her own nipples with warm fingers. Erik pulled his lips away from her.

"You on the verge, baby."

"Please…fuck me, Erik."

He flipped her over gently. His heavy erection was jutting out.

"Hold up," he said. He left the bed and padded over to his closet, his dick bobbing as he walked. Rummaging through his duffle bag he pulled out a box of condoms. He pulled one out and placed the box on the nightstand. She took the condom from him and sat up on her knees. He stood at the foot of the bed as she sucked on his dick, licking the sides and kissing his sack. She unwrapped the condom. Using her mouth, she gave him head and rolled the condom on him with just her tongue.

"Damn," he uttered.

"Old college tricks," she said.

"Lay back," he said.

She lifted her knees and spread her thighs wide. Her eyes stared at his thickness.

"Don't be scared," he said, "I'll make it fit."

He lined himself against her folds. She tensed up.

"Relax, baby. I got you. I promise."

He pushed in and the pressure was heavy on her walls.

"Erik."

Her right hand went up against his stomach and pushed him back.

"Hold on, girl. Give me a minute. I'm 'bout to grow a little bit more—"

"More?" she yelped staring down at the hot battering ram that was already giving her second thoughts.

"You feel it?" he asked.

She did, he was getting harder. His hands reached down and twisted her pert dark nipples. He made them so sensitive by flicking and tugging at the right intervals. His eyes were dripping with lust.

"Damn, you feel so good. Hugh didn't deserve this pussy. You know that right? Your body wants me. Just me right now…see…I can feel you stretching… oh, you're stretching so nice for me. You're stretching, baby…"

"Erik!" she cried out.

"Here you go. I know that pussy is hungry for me. See? Look at it…look at it…so wet…"

He slid in further with ease and she could feel her walls accommodating his girth.

"Lift them legs up high, girl. I'm tryna get deep. That's it…that's it…fuck, your pussy is swallowing my dick right now. Play with your clit for me."

Her fingers slipped down to her mound and Erik watched her pluck at the sensitive bundle as he fucked her slow and deep.

"That nigga gave up this shit? Damn. Raise up shawty…yeah raise them hips up…'bout to get balls deep now. Shit, you feel that? Your pussy doesn't want to let me go," he groaned.

He stroked her puffy hair and brushed a thick curl away from her eye. He leaned down to kiss her.

"You're beautiful when you make love, Fa'aana."

His lips found hers again and she submitted to anything he wanted to do to her. She wound her hips and met him slow thrust for slow thrust. She broke away from his kisses when he started hitting a new spot on her walls. Her eyes went to look at his shaft.

"You like watching me, huh? You like watching my dick fuck your wet pussy. Go 'head. Look at it. That's yours. That's all yours."

This wasn't what she expected from him. She thought it would be all wham bam and skeet and skedaddle. She asked him to beat her folds up. He was actually giving her what she needed. So different from Hugh. He was talking to her, touching every inch of her body, checking in with how she was feeling. Asking her if she wanted him to go slower or faster.

"You hear that, baby? You hear that? Your pussy is talking to me."

He lifted her head up so she could see his dick disappearing and reappearing from between her folds.

She watched his lips pucker up and he let a long string of saliva fall from his mouth onto his dick and he continued fucking her. He was speeding up. She reached up and grabbed his ass trying to get him inside her deeper if that was even possible.

"You want to cum on my dick?" he asked.

"Yes!" she shouted.

"Turn over."

She scrambled back from his dick and got on her hands and knees for him. He lifted onto his knees and plunged back into her.

She gasped and almost fell over.

"You're so big Erik. I'm so wide open it's not even funny," she yelped trying to keep her balance. He shoved her head down to the mattress and gripped the back of her neck. He snapped his hips hard and her mouth flew open. No wonder he wanted to know if she wanted to cum on his dick, his sack was slapping hard against her swollen clit. The friction was unbearable. She wasn't going to last at this rate. He was grunting loud now.

"I see you really creaming now…fuck…I'm hitting that spot, huh?"

"Yes! Keep going…keep going…mmhmm"

"You ready to nut on my dick, girl?"

He was gripping her waist and slamming his cock into her now. Her folds were over-stretched, her clit over-stimulated, and his balls were hitting—

"I'm cumming!" she screamed. He kept rocking his hips into her hard, his sack smashed against her spasming clit putting more pressure on it.

"Fa'aana!" he yelled and she felt him go rigid as his dick swelled inside of her. God, she wished they didn't use a condom. She wanted to feel his hot cum drench her walls. She threw her ass back on him and he pulled her hair hard.

The comedown was slow and when Erik pulled out his dick, she couldn't move for a long time. He acted the same way after he disposed of the used condom and curled up behind her. His body heat surrounded her and she turned to face him and have it envelop all of her. He kissed her until her heart finally stopped thundering so fast in her chest.

"Shit, girl. You gonna fuck around and make a nigga fall in love witcho little ass," he said curling his arms around her.

She slapped his chest.

"Okay, petite ass," he corrected and she smiled into his chest.

They went through two more condoms before the night was really over for them.

She found him sitting up at the edge of the bed looking out of the window at dawn. His muscular back was beautiful and she wanted to hold onto it again.

It was still raining outside. She hoped it would continue coming down. Maybe his flight would be canceled again. Maybe he could stay with her for another night.

She rolled over and touched his back. His left hand slid back and cradled her hand.

"Did the rain wake you up?" she asked

"Nah. I just woke up a few minutes ago. I like the rain. It reminds me of my parents. They used to make love whenever it was rainy outside. No matter what time of day. If they were home and it started pouring, they would disappear into their bedroom."

He looked back at her and smiled.

"I was born on a rainy day. Lots of thunder and lightning. My father gave me the middle name of N'Jadaka. It means "one who brings down thunder."

She sat up and pulled her legs to her chest.

"Next time it rains, I'm going to think of you," she said.

"C'mere," he said.

She slinked over to him, her naked body primed for his touch and kisses.

The fourth time they made love, they didn't use a condom. She gripped his back, her nails digging into his flesh as her legs wrapped around his waist tight. He spilled into her raw and hot, her name falling from his lips as he pounded her folds into submission.

Morning arrived gray and cool, and before she turned over to look, she knew he was gone from her side. No goodbyes. Nothing messy. No false promises to keep in touch. She was sore and a little bruised on her thighs and felt damn good about it.

She ordered room service and took a hot bubble bath in the hotel tub while she waited for her breakfast. By the time she was packed and ready to leave the Marriott, her cell phone vibrated.

A text message.

From him.

Caught my flight. Be good, pretty girl.

She smiled. She was going to be more than good.

And maybe, just maybe, somewhere and sometime in the future, they could fly together again.

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Author’s Note: Hi! Thanks for reading. If you liked this story, please check out Erik’s next adventure in “Say Less”!

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