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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 66″

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"Woke up this mornin' Found my peace of mind And finally I can say to you That I, feel good this mornin' No, I can't deny So finally, I can lay with you And feel, feel the pleasure Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe Ride for two Don't you know, oh So we, can roam all we want to, yeah"

Terrace Martin – "This Morning"

Feathered serpent god.

N'Jadaka squinted at the words on his comm tab. Shuri dug up more profound history once she knew what the leader of the Talokanil called himself.

"They are a Mesoamerican culture," Shuri said. "Yucatec Maya to be exact."

"Indigenous," N'Jadaka said, reading Shuri's notes.

"Yes. Central America roots…located here…"

She highlighted a map for him inside his office and tapped her kimoyo.

"Griot, send over enhanced images from the second file of apocryphal texts," Shuri said.

Shuri's A.I.'s voice sounded chirpy and bright.

"Files sent, princess," the Griot said.

He tapped the images that blinked into view and Mesoamerican pyramid structures were highlighted along with pictographs. T'Challa read the same notes and contemplated the significance just as N'Jadaka did. Shuri's excited tone couldn't change the somber mood he was in. Several cabinet members grumbled about the potential costs after two weeks of grueling work with the diaspora delegates. For some reason, his declaration to view their role as helping to subsidize existing grass-roots non-GMOs fell on willfully closed ears. He was accused of creating a welfare state on the popular Wakandan news shows that were deeply conservative.

As for the delegates, they came to the realization that N'Jadaka did not plan to save all Black people in the world. He was a big proponent of believing people when they showed him who they were, and too many Black people were unworthy of saving when they harmed their own people. As his older cousin Junie was fond of saying, Noah didn't take everyone on the ark, and Moses left some triflin' niggas in the desert. Everybody didn't want to be free on the outside. Even Harriet Tubman knew that.

As the king, he had to push forth the best plan since T'Challa revealed them to the world. His original plan of being subversive and swift had to be changed. The world watched everything they did and he couldn't go in swinging like he originally plotted the moment he ruled Wakanda. It was a grave mistake on T'Challa's part. He didn't hold it against his cousin. T'Challa was swayed by Nakia and her heart was in the right place.

But N'Jadaka knew better.

So did K'uk'ulkan.

Hiding the truth of their power was the winning hand, and they had lost it in N'Jadaka's absence. The Talokan leader rode the same wave he did. Hit the enemy in stealth with coordinated attacks that disrupted the system of exploitation. Wakandan War Dogs were their only secret weapon at the present moment. He would have to Trojan Horse his way around the globe carefully.

"He calls himself a god, although he is a mutant. I wonder if he is a tyrant," T'Challa said.

N'Jadaka loaded recorded images from the Sea Leopard.

"Look at that," N'Jadaka said, making the image of the second American ship freeze.

He pulled up another image of the Talokanil underwater, gliding over the dead sailors they lured into the sea.

"Underwater they have brown skin… but above the water, they're blue," N'Jadaka observed.

"Not K'uk'ulkan," Shuri said. "Because he's a mutant, he seems to be able to breathe above and below. His people wear masks to breathe while climbing up the ship. There must be a biochemical reaction in their skin that changes when they come into contact with air."

"So… his warriors do have a weakness above the surface," T'Challa said.

"They appear stronger than regular humans," Erik said watching the replay of blue men and women rappelling up the sides of the targeted ship.

"Five hundred years ago the Yucatec Maya were invaded by the Spanish," Shuri said.

"Nothing here mentions people with blue skin," T'Challa said.

"Their color switches instantly in the water… see?" N'Jadaka said.

He pointed to Talokanil warriors dropping back into the ocean making sure enemy soldiers were dead.

"They must be an evolutionary offshoot of the original people on the land," Shuri said.

"I agree. The little that we have about them here doesn't explain any underwater people," N'Jadaka said. "They turned into another Wakanda… hid for centuries."

"Their vibranium must be underwater with them. K'uk'ulkan is the protector of his people like the Black Panther is to us. His mutant powers enabled him to become a god to them," T'Challa said.

Shuri looked away from her brother and pressed her lips together, holding her tongue.

"What?" N'Jadaka asked when he noticed.

Shuri froze an image of K'uk'ulkan where they could see him clearly with lights from the Sea Leopard.

"His powers… the way he moved and acted… his total bearing is God-like. Look at this closer," Shuri said.

She enlarged a Maya hieroglyph.

"Griot, translate the logograms and phonograms for the passage," Shuri said.

"Yes, princess," Griot said.

The glyphs were shuffled and changed colors to match Wakandan glyphs.

"Ready, princess," Griot said.

Shuri opened up a digitized copy of a Spanish journal.

"The Maya described their gods with all their attributes throughout the thirteenth century and beyond. Look at this face… and now look at this sketch in the Spanish colonizer's journal. Does that not look like him in both images?" Shuri asked.

"Maya glyphs are hard to distinguish against a regular face because the writing is highly stylized," T'Challa said.

"But the regal bearing, brother. Tell me that isn't him," Shuri said.

N'Jadaka compared the journal sketch of a flying, dark-eyed man carrying a spear with the images recorded on the Sea Leopard.

"No way that's him," N'Jadaka said.

"He is a mutant. Longevity may be another trait he has. I say that's him. The journal is dated from the early eighteenth century. Around the time our greatest grandmother Queen Shuriyah traveled out of the country to explore the world."

N'Jadaka stared at Shuri and pondered her words. She continued.

"I have a theory that our people met the Talokanil hundreds of years ago. How else would he know how to speak our language without translator buds? I would dare say he's had centuries to learn about us. Maybe a pact originated way back then. We have all these myths and legends from other cultures written in the old and even our forbidden texts. There had to be contact. Very few people know Wakandan fluently outside our borders," Shuri said.

Her eyes searched for agreement between her brother and him.

"Interesting theory," T'Challa said.

"That drawing has to be a relative of his," N'Jadaka pushed.

"They look the same to me," Shuri said. "And don't forget. Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers have ages that do not match how they look."

"A super serum did that," T'Challa said.

"So why do you both not think his mutant DNA is capable of prolonging life for centuries?" Shuri challenged.

"It doesn't really matter if that man is five hundred years old or younger. He is a potential threat to us if we don't move carefully. All we know is that he's not interested in anything on land that doesn't bother him. That's good enough for me. My responsibility is to keep this country safe and help the people we care about outside our borders. Everyone else can fuck around and find out for themselves about the Talokanil," N'Jadaka said.

"Will you tell the council of elders about them?" T'Challa asked.

"No. This stays with us and our military."

Mpilo knocked on his office door.

"The governor of Birnin Azzaria has arrived to see you," Mpilo said.

N'Jadaka checked his kimoyo. He had several private meetings scheduled to listen to the concerns of the governing bodies of all the territories.

"Send her in," N'Jadaka said.

T'Challa and Shuri exited and he welcomed a thin dark brown-skinned woman with calculating eyes. Her braided hair was twisted into an extravagant updo with a few gray strands at her temples.

"King N'Jadaka, thank you for meeting with me so early in your day. I know you are a busy man."

"Governor Hlojeg… please sit down."

She could've called him and left a message. Yani chose to see him in person instead. Her part in the conference was complete and she was due back at the hospital after the Mama Wati celebration. Wearing her best azure dress, she presented herself in public to match the spirit of the upcoming ocean holiday. The palace was decked out in colors representing the sea and lovely paper aquatic creatures decorated the halls. There were starfish, dolphins, and rainbow fish all around her and she delighted in the atmosphere that reminded her of Christmas. She carried a covered platter filled with curried chicken, peas and rice, sautéed greens, along with a generous slice of yam cornbread smothered in butter and honey.

"Hello Tlotliso," Yani said walking through the front door of the king's outer office.

Tlotliso stood up from her desk, along with two other office workers on the public relations team.

"Is he in?" Yani asked, still moving past the staff.

"Yes," Tlotliso said.

Mpilo met her in the sitting room just outside N'Jadaka's inner office.

"Princess Yani," Mpilo said.

"He busy?"

"No. His last meeting was an hour ago," Mpilo said.

Yani knocked twice, waited, knocked again, then walked inside.

N'Jadaka rested his head on his arms, sleeping heavily. His deep exhales told her he was out for a long time. A map of Wakanda floated to the right of his desk and there were piles of papers stacked high in front of him near a glass pitcher of water. She moved his folders aside to make room for the covered platter. Gazing down at him, she ran her hand over the bun of his locs. Glancing over at the couch near the window, she noticed a small blanket and pillow on the armrest. He spent more time in his office and meeting halls with his cabinet and governing body than he did in his own home. N'Jadaka worked around the clock and there were stress lines on his face on the rare times she caught a glance at him moving through the palace. She could tell by the way he carried himself that there were things troubling him that he couldn't reveal. He acted the same way he did back in St. Thomas when he dealt with Klaue.

Yani was thankful the conference was ending soon. It took up too much of his time away from his kids, and she knew he hated that. Her fingers lingered near the base of his exposed neck rubbing tender circles. He groaned in his sleep. She stopped, feeling self-conscious about touching him in that familiar way. It was like old times back home in his workroom when he became hyper-fixated on his tasks and forgot to eat or drink anything. He could work himself down to the bone and not be cognizant that he needed to take time to care for himself.

She rubbed his neck again, moving her body behind him to even her touches to his wide shoulders tucked behind a smooth black tunic. N'Jadaka's focus had always been outside of himself, working toward helping other people. He was so much like his mother, community-oriented, and often to a fault. Thinking about it, she wondered what he did for fun all by himself when no one was around him in the palace.

His body stirred under her soft fingers and he shifted his head from one arm to the other before becoming aware of her hands on him. She moved away from him as he lifted his head from the desk. Gathering focus, he glanced at his work and then noticed the covered food.

"I made you a plate of comfort food," she said.

He smiled and reached out his hand, hesitating for a moment, before caressing her arm with a gentle rub.

"Thank you," he said.

She took the seat in front of his desk and watched him uncover the food and tuck in right away. He closed his eyes and groaned louder when he tasted the curried chicken. Licking his fingers, he pulled apart the yam cornbread and took less than fifteen minutes to devour everything. Yani sat there pleased as a peach watching him enjoy her cooking while being near him for longer than a few seconds.

"Damn, Ma, you put your foot in that," he said, pushing the plate away.

She covered it back up and studied the changes in his face that good food brought him. He appeared more relaxed and poured himself some water.

"Long day?" she said.

"Yeah."

His handsome face made her squirm in the chair. Everything about him was so… kingly. His clothes. Hair. The rings on his fingers. The diamonds in his ears. His aura of power. He had those things even back in St. Thomas, but they became magnified in Wakanda. He was true royalty. Always had been.

Drawing breath into her mouth to help out her nose once she became woozy staring at him, Yani stood up. He pushed his empty glass of water next to the pitcher.

"You have more to do today. I wanted to make sure you ate something. You've been skipping family meals," she said.

His piercing gaze dropped to his desk and took in all the tasks still ahead of him. Weariness drifted across his face. Yani walked around the desk and pulled the covered plate toward the edge of his desk. He reached for a folder and she placed her hand on the top of his head.

"Slow down and take of yourself," she said.

N'Jadaka closed his eyes at her touch and leaned against her chest. She cradled him and stroked his hair.

"Maybe you should take the rest of the day off," she whispered above his head.

"I wish I could, but there's too much to take care of. One of our War Dogs in Malawi thinks he located the man who helped bomb our country. I have to deal with that once he contacts us again."

"Can't T'Challa take care of that? He's the Black Panther."

"Nah, this man tried to kill my grandparents. I will see him myself and find out who put him up to it."

"Do you ever take time for yourself to rest? And I don't mean on that couch over there."

"I sleep when I can."

"It's not good for your health or the nation."

"I'm okay."

His warm breath touched her skin through her clothes with his mouth near her right breast.

"I know you. I see you carry stress in your body. If you don't slow down, I will call the royal doctors and have them force you to rest for a week. Hear mi, man? Our children complain all the time that they only see you for lunch. You haven't told them bedtime stories in a week. Sweet Pea, Dumplin, and Sunshine need you more. T'Challa can handle anything in your absence."

He didn't answer. She looked down and his eyes were pressed shut and he was in a deep sleep again. She grinned. His son was the same way. Head against a titty… instant sleep. Yani shook him back awake. He needed to know she wanted him to take care of himself for once.

"N'Jadaka…hey…"

She stroked his cheek and he pushed into her chest more to get comfortable.

"Listen to me," she said.

Yani lifted his chin and pinched it, forcing his eyes open.

"You are doing more than you need to. A king shouldn't walk around exhausted. I will have you put on bed rest if you don't slow down."

She sucked her teeth when he tried to bury his face against her.

"I need you to be at your best—"

"Yani, I'm good—"

"You are not."

She tapped her kimoyo and contacted the royal physician that looked after all of them. N'Jadaka fretted at her power move, but she spoke to the doctor and he arrived within minutes with an assistant rolling a medical cart. Mpilo and Tlotliso hovered at the doorway when the medical staff arrived and Yani closed the door on them. N'Jadaka was moved to the couch where he was checked and given fluids. The physician, Dr. Pheko, scanned the king's vitals with a frown on his face.

"Ukumkani, you are dehydrated. Lack of sleep and overwork has taken a toll," Dr. Pheko said.

"Make him take bedrest," Yani insisted.

"I'll take the IV and have a quick power nap," N'Jadaka argued.

"No," Yani said, standing behind the doctor.

"Yani, I have shit to do and very little time—"

"You will rest," Dr. Pheko said.

Yani crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.

"For how long?" N'Jadaka said.

"Three days at the minimum based on the readings I have," Dr. Pheko said looking at his small body scanner.

"In time for the Mama Wati celebration," Yani said.

Dr. Pheko's assistant gave the king a vitamin shot and they waited an hour for the fluids to perk him back up.

"Go to your quarters and sleep King N'Jadaka."

The doctor packed up his medical equipment and left with his assistant. N'Jadaka glared at her, but she stood her ground.

"I am a medical professional. How would it look if I allowed you to keep working without saying anything?" she said.

He grumbled under his breath and a mean scowl overtook his face as he stared at his desk filled with unfinished work.

"C'mon, let's go," she said, waving her hand for him to get up.

"… unnecessary…." he muttered.

He stood at his full height and she looked up at him. A tremble went through her.

"Just coming all in here and dictating," he said.

To keep her feigned cool with his heated gaze melting her resolve, Yani went to his desk and lifted the covered platter.

"Someone has to keep boundaries or else you'll run yourself down. Won't do anyone any good then, hear mi? Stop pouting."

He poked his lips out in an exaggerated expression and headed toward the desk. She blocked him. Putting down the platter, she pushed his folders aside.

"Leave all that alone," she said.

He brushed up against her.

"I hear what you're saying, but—"

"Mpilo!" she shouted into the desk intercom.

Mpilo walked in with wide eyes. Yani grabbed N'Jadaka's hand and pulled him next to her.

"Cancel all of his appointments for the rest of the day… and the next two. King N'Jadaka is under the doctor's orders to go home. Please contact T'Challa and Shuri to let them know he will not be disturbed."

"Yes, Princess Yani," Mpilo said.

Yani dragged N'Jadaka behind her.

"Please have the platter on his desk delivered to the palace kitchen staff on my behalf," she said.

"Yes, princess," Mpilo said, rushing to retrieve it.

N'Jadaka's hand felt cool and clammy in hers. The rest of his staff watched them leave and the Kingsguard, along with his Doras followed them onto the elevator. He waved the Onyx Squad away with the others leaving only Aneka and Noxolo with them on his private floor.

"The king will rest for the next three days," Yani told his Doras.

N'Jadaka opened up his home and Yani admired the interior. It was her first time there. Her children described the layout to her before and she sought out the stairs.

"Yani, I'm home now. You can relax," he said.

He pulled away from her and headed to a plush couch with a gorgeous view of the city skyline.

"Let me at least bring you some water… that way?" she asked, seeking the kitchen.

He nodded and she cruised through the spacious living room. It took her a moment to figure out the set-up of his dishes and glasses. She grabbed an orange from a bowl and placed it on a saucer first, before pouring him room temperature water into a tall glass.

"Here," she said.

He placed the fruit and water on an end table and leaned back on the couch.

"You look better," she said.

"Food and extra liquids. Nothing serious," he said.

"No working from home," she said, turning away from him.

"Yani…"

She stopped walking and took a breath. Pivoting around, she stood in front of him.

"Thank you for checking on me," he said.

"Call me if you need anything or if you want to talk to the children before they go to bed… if you're awake later."

"Does Grandpop still have them?"

"They've gone to the children's play with Ramonda at the city theater."

N'Jadaka grimaced.

"Shit… I was supposed to meet them there. Got my schedule mixed up," he said.

"Don't worry, I already told them you would probably be too busy to go tonight because you're getting everything ready for Mama Wati's day. They are more excited about that than anything."

"They get to swim in the ocean," he said.

He glanced at the skyline and a flicker of concern crinkled his forehead. His mind was already fixating on something else and not resting. She touched him above his brow to smooth the creases in his skin. He tilted his head back.

"Stop thinking about work."

"It's hard not to."

His gaze held her. She touched his nose ring and then traced the outline of his lips with a soft fingertip. Lowering her head, she brushed her lips against his. Her stomach fluttered with uncertainty and her heart galloped in her chest. N'Jadaka leaned into the kiss, his gentle mouth giving in to her advances. She parted her lips and slid her tongue against his. He welcomed the exploration. Yani pulled back when she sensed hesitation on his part. His eyes pooled with sorrowful tears and he bit his bottom lip to keep his face from crumbling.

She pressed her cheek against his and a hot tear streaked against her skin from his face. Wiping away a tear from the other side of his nose, she cooed soft words of forgiving endearments for what he couldn't say out loud. She sat on his lap, held the side of his face toward her, and kissed him again. He asserted himself more the second time around and all she could think with pure bliss was that he belonged to her. The king of Wakanda was hers to take.

Yani wanted him.

She weathered the storm and made it through to the other side of the journey a little bruised, but wiser with her maturity. She left him, created a boundary for herself, and held onto an expectation of respect that he had to follow. Yani took pride in that. No man would ever disregard her feelings ever again.

N'Jadaka put his heart on the table again, and she could choose to put hers next to it, or stay where she was in her home and pursue her work and parental responsibilities. She didn't need a man. But she wanted him back. Forever. She broke away from his lips and nuzzled her nose against his neck to smell his scent. He kissed her cheek and under her chin, his beard tickling her as his lips painted more kisses on her. She stroked his hair as he unstitched her nerves, his aura flooding her senses like a rush of powerful wind flowing over her.

Yani sucked his tongue. The tickling sensation in her panties turned into a heavy throbbing in her pussy. Their wet tongues collided and slid around slowly. She gasped when his right hand went around her hip and gripped her ass cheek to hold her tight against him. Yani went limp in his arms and he rested her against the soft armrest to support her head and neck. He nibbled on her bottom lip playfully before plunging his tongue back into her mouth. Her left leg shook, and he held her in place. She moaned in his mouth and he groaned when she shifted her backside on his lap.

She started kissing him with her tongue flattened against his mouth, licking his full lips and sucking them too. He went up for air and wiped the dampness from his forehead. His body heat soaked through to her and she burned all over with libidinous desire. He ran his fingers along her neck, nibbled her earlobe, and whispered her name in her ear making her tingle all over. Her folds were puffy and her pussy felt like it was wide open ready to receive the stiff dick jutting through his dark crotch-drop pants. They hid nothing from her. He adjusted himself and shifted her on his lap so that her heavy rump covered it from view. N'Jadaka kept kissing and her pussy grew wetter and soaked her panties. He licked the seam of her lips and thrust his tongue into her ear making her tremble more.

"I know you feel how hard my dick is," he said.

Yani dropped her head back trying to catch her breath. She wanted him to touch her. N'Jadaka only kissed and licked…sucked and teased her neck, ears, and lips. Her dress bunched up between her thighs and she willed herself to not rub on her clit which was swollen and ready to be kissed too. Grinding her ass in his lap, she welcomed more physical contact from him. His eyes narrowed full of lust and he groaned deep in his throat at the softness of her backside pressed on top of his covered dick. She noticed his mouth go lax and he panted a soft gust of breath. Was he about to cum? He smashed his lips against hers and snuggled his tongue back inside her mouth, the wet warmth and guttural moans from him sending her over. She whimpered in desperate pleasure as her walls throbbed in release, his kissing pulling out a big, messy orgasm that wouldn't stop until he gasped into her neck.

"Yani, baby… we gotta stop…"

He wrapped his arms around her and listened to her breathing return to normal. Kissing her temple, he cradled her face with his strong hands.

"I want to do this right," he said.

"How?"

"I was supposed to come back to you like this… ready to make love to you and make up for all those years I was gone. Let me… let me court you the way they do it in Wakanda. I want to show you that I'm worth it this time in a formal way. Will you let me?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll go slow… get to know each other again the way we should've."

He rested his cheek on her breasts and she rubbed his neck.

"I love you, Yani."

Yani closed her eyes and a shudder went through her. Words meant things, but actions mattered more. She would allow him to court her and prove his worthiness to have her in his life again. Sighing, she rode the pulsing sensations in her clit. Being physical with him brought up so much yearning for more. He looked at her from his position.

"You came, didn't you?" he teased.

She playfully slapped his forehead.

"I could tell. Shit, I was ready to bust myself," he said.

He sat up and checked his pants. Back to normal. Standing, he held out his hands to her. She took them and he pulled her to her feet.

"I'm going to my bedroom to sleep. Can we have a late breakfast together here? You can check up on me… play doctor if you want," he said.

"I am a doctor, silly."

"I know. You can make sure I'm hydrated. I'll stay in bed all day tomorrow and we can have trays brought up with all kinds of food. I think you'll be impressed with my bedroom."

"That sounds very naughty and not in alignment with formal courting."

"We won't be naked… unless you want to be naked. I have no problem with that. Alternative healing is a thing."

"How about you rest by yourself and I'll bring all the kids to see you for dinner. We can eat here with you and they'll tell you stories for bedtime."

"Deal."

"Okay then."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, N'Jadaka."

"Goodnight, Yani."

He spanked her backside and then held her hand to walk her to his front door.

"You were right. I needed to take a step back," he said when they reached the entrance.

"I have never steered you wrong, my king."

"I like how you say that."

His eyes looked glassy and far away like he was imagining her saying that in an illicit situation.

"Remember… respectable. I am a princess and you will treat me as such," she said.

"I'm glad you came to see me today. I feel blessed. I mean that, Ma."

"Get to bed."

He swept his arms around her waist and lifted her onto her toes. Her body responded to his touch again and she fought to make herself leave his home. The way he looked at her should've made her combust, but she kept it together long enough to get away.

Outside of his front door, she made no eye contact with anyone, not even the Kingsguard assigned to escort Yani to her guest quarters. They would see the bright arousal in her eyes and know all of her nasty thoughts about their king.

Her king.

She grinned in the elevator. He was earning his way back, little by little.

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Soon come... “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 66″

Summary:

N’Jadaka, T’Challa, and Shuri ponder their face off with Namor.