Author: NWHS

Mistress of War and Sickness

Chapter 4: What is Past is Prologue

Egypt (one month ago)

Part 1

The bustling streets of Cairo were all too familiar to Ororo. Although it had been many years since she lived there in her opinion too little had changed. Poor children still ran the streets without adult supervision looking for the next meal, the next target, or the next fix. She thought, "The more things change the more they stay the same." For far too many places around the world especially in post colonial Africa this American saying was a truism.

Ororo shook herself out of her daydream and remembered that she promised T'Challa to be back to the hotel in time for an early dinner. They were treating themselves to a three day vacation. After the Skrull invasion T'Challa was emotionally spent. He spent the days following the invasion visiting the families of the slain men and women. He was after all not only the military leader of Wakanda but the spiritual leader as well. He administered to every one of their needs as best he could. This left him physically and psychologically exhausted. He needed a break and Ororo was determined to make sure he took his 'mental health day' even if she had to drag him kicking and screaming.

He finally relented and agreed to spend a few days with his wife in Cairo. Remaining on the continent was a plus in Ororo's argument. According to Ororo, if anything happened in Wakanda they could be back there in an hour by plane in five minutes if he wanted to take Air Ororo Express.

She rushed through the crowd preferring to walk this day instead of taking to the skies. She had to admit that it felt good to walk among people who did not know or care who she was. She was neither a mutant, X-Man, or Queen to them just another body in the crowd.

As Ororo neared the exit of the market a small stand to the right caught her eye. She didn't need or particularly want anything but she approached fascinated by the woman who stood behind the table. Instead of looking over the wares Ororo stared at the old woman manning the table. She didn't know what it was about the woman but she seemed familiar to her. Ororo asked, "Do I know you? Have we ever met?"

"No" was her single reply.

Ororo continued to unconsciously stare at the woman who was in her sixties with long white hair. The woman had an indescribable aura and seemed to be taken as much by Ororo as she was by her. Ororo thought the woman was quite beautiful if not a bit unnerving in her demeanor. Her dark eyes didn't seem to fit with the rest of her Ororo thought. For some reason Ororo thought the color of her eyes were a mere illusion to cover what or who she truly was.

Ororo shrugged and concluded that T'Challa wasn't the only one who needed a rest. She started to walk away when the tall woman spoke.

"Don't go."

Ororo turned to see the woman's left hand outstretched holding a book, a very old looking book.

"Take this my child and be one with yourself," said the old woman.

Ororo looked at the book and the woman and for reasons she couldn't explain took the book from the strangers hand. She was indeed a stranger and shouldn't be trusted but she also felt like so much more to Ororo.

Ororo walked away with book in tow almost in a daze. A block away she realized that she needed a few answers from the old woman and ran back to the table only to find an empty space. She looked around and walked up and down the busy street looking for the woman only to return to the same vacant spot. She knew she hadn't imagined the woman because the book was proof that she had been real.

"Damn it, I'm going to be late." Ororo abandoned her walk and took to the skies like an eagle propelled by the strongest winds Cairo could muster.

By the time Ororo arrive T'Challa was dressed and ready to go.

"Give me fifteen minutes dear to freshen up and I will be right with you," Ororo said as she glided past him to the bathroom dropping the book on the nightstand.

T'Challa simply shook his head and murmured "Women."

Part 2

"Did you enjoy your meal dear," asked T'Challa smiling and sliding to sit on Ororo's side of the booth.

"Yes I did but why did you say it like that?" retorted Ororo.

Still smiling, "Your appetite has increased the last two weeks and I was wondering if you were perhaps…"

She cut him off, "I am not pregnant T'Challa." She said this with an undertone of disappointment. "Are you disappointed?" she asked not knowing if she really wanted to hear the answer she could already see in his eyes.

"I don't know, perhaps a bit. We haven't really talked about having children beyond the fact that we would like to have a family someday. We also haven't been married long so I guess it would be unreasonable for me to expect so much from you in such a short period of time," responded T'Challa.

He was truly disappointed but would never say for fear of hurting his wife's feelings or pressuring her into making a life altering decision she may not be quite ready for. He never even realized until that moment how much he wanted to have children with Ororo and the briefest thought that she was carrying their child had made him happy beyond belief.

They both sat there quietly for several minutes not knowing quite what to say to the other.

"How many?" asked Ororo.

"What?" T'Challa responded still deep in thought.

"How many children do you want to have?" Ororo clarified.

T'Challa smiled and snuggled in close to his wife and said, "I want as many as you will bless us with. We can have one or four or…"

She silenced him with a sensual kiss and said, "Just because I said that I wasn't pregnant doesn't mean that I don't wish to be."

T'Challa looked at his wife surprised at her admission.

She continued, "However, we have to at least have two. It is no fun and quite lonely being the only child."

She kissed him again, pulled him to his feet and led him to the dance floor.

The music was fast and upbeat which suited T'Challa just fine. Not that T'Challa thought himself a good dancer but his wife was and the way she was making her body move with the rhythm of the music was intoxicating, arousing. The music finally slowed and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Ororo in close. She could feel his arousal pressing into her thigh and she kissed him the way she wanted to since their talk of expanding their family.

To Ororo's surprise that 'baby talk' stimulated her made her want to connect with her husband on a level that wasn't appropriate for their current surroundings. Now she kissed him fully in public unconsciously attempting to arouse him further with her exploring tongue.

He pulled out of the kiss, took her hand, and said in a deep husky voice "Let's go."

Unwilling to wait for the limousine Ororo lifted them in the air and took the quickest route back to the hotel. T'Challa held on tight and proceeded to caress as much of his wife as he could. He sucked and bit her neck hard enough to bring a loud moan of approval from her lips and a slight dip in altitude.

Breathless Ororo suggested, "Perhaps you shouldn't do that again if you want to get back to the hotel safely."

"I trust you," T'Challa whispered as he slid his hand under Ororo's dress and up to her round ass which he proceeded to massage.

Ororo took a deep breath and said, "I have never done this before while flying. I don't know if I have enough concentration or focus to do both."

"You focus on keeping us in the air and let me worry about the rest," T'Challa said with a mischievous grin.

Ororo nodded her consent and closed her eyes amazed at how much trust T'Challa had just placed in her. He had to be truly out of his mind to suggest such a thing for Ororo could barely maintain control during their lovemaking when they were on the ground. Now they were 30,000 feet in the air and T'Challa had just moved his hand from her ass to her moist vagina.

He massaged her ever so gently applying enough pressure to be pleasing but not too much to make her orgasm. Even the Black Panther wouldn't risk that at least not 30,000 feet in the air. He continued sexing his wife with the circular motions his palm was making on her pubic hair and the long strokes his fingers were making up and down her vaginal lips.

This constant pressure made Ororo open her eyes and kiss T'Challa on the lips. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. It was aggressive and passion filled and T'Challa returned the passion with his own. He sucked his wife's tongue hard as she entered his mouth with a strong thrust the same way he was thrusting his fingers in her. Their tongues mimicked what he was doing to her with his fingers and what he wanted to do with his penis.

They grabbed at each other ferociously pulling off clothes in an attempt to satisfy the hunger. He wanted so desperately to be inside her that he hadn't noticed that they were only a few feet from the balcony of their hotel room.

They fell onto the bed refusing to let go of each other long enough to close and lock the balcony door. T'Challa slid down Ororo's body to her breast where he found her hardened nipple and put it in his mouth. He sucked gently and teased it with his teeth.

"Harder" she moaned and arched into his mouth to emphasize the point.

Always one to follow directions especially when given by his beautiful naked wife, T'Challa pulled Ororo's nipple roughly into his mouth and sucked it hard. He bit down with just enough pressure so she could feel it but not enough to hurt her. He loved this aggressive game they would play but T'Challa was always so very careful not to cross the line between pleasure and pain. It was a fine threshold but he walked it expertly and the moans from his wife were testament to his skill.

She writhed under his touch and bit his neck the same way he had hers when they were in the air. She knew his most sensitive area on his neck and sucked there hard, long and deep. He pushed her legs open with his knees not willing to wait a minute longer to flame the fire that was started back at the restaurant.

Ororo dug her nails into T'Challa's shoulders as he pushed his way to her pleasure spot over and over. His rhythm was sure and steady and he knew the route as well as he knew his right hand from his left which coincidentally was placed firmly on his wife's buttocks as he pushed her towards him.

She pulled her legs to her chest wanting him to go deeper needing to feel him deeper. T'Challa sighed heavily as he sunk deeper into his wife's throbbing wet vagina. "Fuck Ororo you feel so…" She put both legs over his shoulders thus deepening their union and his previous thoughts are replaced by "oh shit, damn this is so good baby." Ororo laughed to herself knowing that the only time her husband ever use profanity was during their lovemaking. She had to admit that words she would never think of using in public found their way to her lips and out her mouth when she was in the deepest throws of their sexual encounters.

Like now she could hear herself saying all kinds of things to her husband between deep moans of pleasure as he grunted his own pleasure in unison with each deep forceful lunge. They were now racing each other to the finish line but knowing that when they got there both would be winners.

As T'Challa slept Ororo looked over on the nightstand to see the book she had hastily dropped there earlier that night. She realized that she had been in such a hurry to get back to the hotel that she never truly looked at the darn thing. She sat up in bed, cut the light on that was next to the book, and took the book in her hands.

The book was old and worn. It had obviously seen better days but Ororo sensed that the previous owner had cared for the book and its contents. She opened it to find page after page of written notes. No not notes she observed but spells, chants written in ancient Egypt. Ororo knew Arabic, Swahili, English, and a few other languages but she definitely did not know ancient Egypt. There is no way she should have been able to read the book but to her surprise she could and she did every last page.