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Chapter Fourteen: Nuptials

Standing at the altar, Erik waited for his bride to arrive. He supposed that most men would be anxious, when it came to convo regarding commitment, but not him. He couldn't wait to be bound to Ashtyn for the rest of his life, and perhaps…even in the afterlife. After years of being alone, it was comforting to know that Ashtyn would remain by his side forevermore.

He thought back to their last conversation, about her having his baby. Oh, how he wanted to have a family with her. He never had a family, not really. After the death of his mother his father had been inattentive, only for brief moments in time did Erik remember his father providing him with his undivided attention. Yet, Erik couldn't feel anger towards his father for being distant, for he now understood his disposition. It had become painfully clear to Erik that his father had never truly healed from his mother's death. Erik's love for Ashtyn had made him recognize his father's brokenness. If Erik was ever to lose Ashtyn he wasn't sure who he would become. For she was his linked to his humanity, she was the reason why he was anything more than just a monster.

For all these reasons he wanted to have a child with her. The world is so unpredictable, and life is so fleeing. He would give his life for hers, and he knew that she would do the same. If he couldn't envision a future without her, then he could only imagine that she couldn't live without him either. He recalled W'Kabi's words, of her gladly meeting her grave to follow him. His words both comforted and terrified Erik. Never had Erik had someone who would fight for him, sacrifice for him like his Madam Slay. Yet, it frightened him that he could lose her because of her willingness to follow him. If one of them were to go then they would need something to anchored them to the world, so that all hope would not be lost. No, she would bear his seed. For her own good, Erik had decided that she would submit to his will.

"Your bride has arrived my king." The priest, who was presiding over the wedding said to Erik. Erik turned to see his bride standing at the end of the aisle in all her glory. Her bridal gown was extraordinary. It shined with golden-rays of twines that were brighter than the sun. Even under the glow of a full moon, her dress demanded his attention.

"It is as if the moon cannot compete with her radiance." Erik said to himself. Marveling at the beauty of his bride.

"You are truly blessed my king." W'Kabi said, as he patted Erik on the back. Erik's chest swelled with pride. Indeed, all that he had ever desired was falling into place. He was King of Wakanda, soon he would be wedded to the woman of his dreams, and later a father. Things couldn't be going anymore perfectly. A low rumbling of drums beating began to sound off as his bride made her way towards him. Petals were thrown at her feet, as she walked towards him. He could only hope that she remembered the significance of the petals that laid before her.

As Ashtyn made her way to Erik she could smell a familiar scent invading her nose. She looked down to view the petals that were being thrown at her feet. Then she realized that the scent was that of the African Violet. It was the flower that surrounded them when he proposed to her. Her eyes looked up to meet his. Erik smiled, knowing that she remembered. Ashtyn was impressed by his incorporation of their flower into the ceremony. Erik had managed to make the wedding extravagant but intimate. Besides the priest, only W'Kabi, Zoya, and the Dora Milaje were present. This environment felt like them, they didn't need a large audience around them…they only needed each other. In their short but fulfilling time together Ashtyn knew with certainty that they were meant to be one.

As she took her place before him, she gazed deeply into his eyes. If she didn't know any better, she could had sworn that his eyes held unshed tears. Yet, Erik wasn't a sensitive person…at least not with such tender emotions. She turned to face the priest, as he spoke in Wakanda's native tongue. Ashtyn, due to her studies regarding Wakanda's culture, understood a few words that were being spoken by the priest, Nevertheless, she was still lost during most of the ceremony. Yet, it didn't matter what he said, only that by the end of his lengthy speech that they were married was all that concerned her.

Once the ceremony part was over, the exchanging of the rings was next. Ashtyn turned to Zoya, who provided Ashtyn with a golden-plated vibranium ring. Though Ashtyn had little involvement with the planning of the wedding, she did manage to choose the type of ring that she wanted to give to her future husband. She knew that he had a thing for gold. As she was placing the ring onto his finger, an uncalled thought popped into her mind. Recalling how his golden crowns glimmered in the morning sun, right before he went down on her, caused her body to shiver involuntarily.

"Are you alright?" Erik asked concerned.

"Yes." Ashtyn replied breathlessly. She refused to look him directly in his eyes. Somehow, she knew that he would know that she was thinking about him, and all the things he could make her body experience. There was no need to stroke his ego, he knew that she was his.

He smirked, not knowing what exactly caused her tremor, but he could sense that something sensual must had crossed her mind. He decided to let the moment pass, no reason to bring it to her attention that he felt her need for him. Then came time for him to place his chosen ring onto her finger. W'Kabi gave the ring to Erik. Before placing the ring onto her finger, he met her eyes and said, "I wanted your wedding ring to be as unique as you are."

Curious Ashtyn watched as he placed the ring onto her finger, and immediately noticed that it wasn't a traditional white-diamond that most women would wear, but a lively purple. "Like you, this diamond has undergone a change, thanks to Wakanda's technology, it is the only one of its kind in existence." Erik offered his reasoning for choosing the unorthodox wedding ring, but Ashtyn didn't need one. She loved it! She tried not to cry, so that she could keep her make-up flawless; but tears began to pour from her eyes despite her best effort.

Erik took the pad of his thumb and gently padded away her tears. He looked at his queen and was pleased that she was happy with his choices. He kissed her, even before the priest had granted his permission for him to do so. With that, the wedding was officially over, and they were man and wife. There was no reception, so to speak. They had a cocktail or two but didn't stay too long with their small wedding party. Erik was eager to be alone with his queen.

Ashtyn could still feel his warm breath upon her skin, as he stood behind her, he whispered into her ear. "Let's get the hell out of here." He purposely pressed himself against her. She could feel his erection, and she knew his intentions well. Excusing herself, and Erik, they made their way to their bedroom. Erik quickly took lead, as he took her by the hand and began to stride purposely to their room. He opened their bedroom door and paused. He turned to her and lifted her, cradling her within his arms and carried her into their bedroom.

"How traditional of you." Ashtyn commented. Erik didn't provide her with a response, he only kissed her on her cheek as he placed her feet back onto the floor. The kiss was surprisingly chaste, but she knew that the kiss would be the only purely innocent thing given to her tonight. She could hardly wait for the sinful acts that would surely take place during their first night as a wedded couple.

"You look amazing tonight." Erik said, as his eyes washed over her entire body in utter appreciation.

"You look pretty hot yourself." Ashtyn jokingly responded. Now, they were on equal footing. Neither of them had pulled ahead to take control of the situation. Ashtyn wondered if she should make the first move or allow for him to fully control the tempo of their night. She wanted him to witness a part of herself that he had never seen before. A thought came to her and she wanted to do something that would both shock and please him. She gently shoved him towards their bed. He looked curiously at her, but allowed for her to guide him, she gave one final shoved causing him to sit down.

Getting comfortable he placed his hands flat against the bed and used his arms to prop his body up. Erik wondered what his queen had in store for him. He had plans for the night, but he was always up for any surprises that his woman could provide. She backed away from him and walked over to the remote that controlled the entertainment system. She pressed the button that controlled the radio. Erik's eyebrows perked up, apparently whatever she had planned for him involved music.

Thanks to the surround sound system the heavenly voice of a four-octave angel filled the room. He instantly relaxed as he began to chill with the vibe of the song. His girl knew what he liked, and the song lyrics penetrated him.

"Inside My Love, by Minnie Riperton. An oldie but a goodie, huh?" His queen only smirked at him, and then began to dance seductively, in rhythm with the song. His eyes traced her every movement as he took in the sensual sight of her stripping for him. Damn…it was intoxicating how turned on he was getting. When she was near enough for him to touch her, he reached out for her, but she playfully swatted his hand away. "Okay Madam Slay, do what you do." He said submitting to her wishes. Was he about to be conquered once more? If so, he was down for it.

Near the ending of the song, Minnie's hauntingly-sensual riffs had set the mood, and his queen had stripped down to only her undergarments. She stood before him, as the song ended, quietness overtook the environment. Her eyes brimming with such emotion…with such love for him. Her seductive dance was for his viewing pleasure, but now she needed him to give her what only he could provide…. release. This was their first night together as man and wife, and he wanted her to feel his devotion for her.

Erik stood up before her, taking her face into his hands, he began to gently stroke her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. He stared at her with great intent. His heart felt strange, as if it was breaking. Loving Ashtyn was frightening in the most wonderful way, never had he needed anyone as much as he needed her. "I am so in love with you." He confessed.

Ashtyn smiled, "And I with you." She said as she kissed him gently. Erik's arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. Ashtyn's hands went to his chest and began to undo the buttons to his clothes. He broke their kiss to help her with his undressing. Once he was freed from his clothing he stood before her with only his boxer briefs on, matching her manner of dress. They resumed their kissing, only this time it was deeper. The intensity and the urgency of the moment growing by the second. As their need to once again to be connected seemed to reach a fever pitch. He maneuvered her over to the bed and sat her onto it. He leered, as he hovered over her, forcing her to move backwards towards the center of the bed.

She began to lay onto her back, but Erik desired her in another position. He suddenly flipped her placing her on her hands and knees. "My desire is to take you gently, but now…I am feeling a need to have you in a more aggressive manner." Erik explained. Ashtyn didn't care the manner of how they consummated their bond to each other. All she desired was to have him inside her once more. "You can have me anyway you want me." She said giving him permission to give into his needs.

He quickly removed his boxers. Kneeling behind her, he reached over and unhooked her bra. He slid the lacey material down her arms, she lifted her hands up to allow for the full removal of the garment. Erik tossed it to the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. Then he slowly slid his hands down her body, taking in its beauty as he did. His hands stopped once they had reached her hips, he hooked his fingers beneath the thin bands of her panties and he slid them down, passed her thighs to her knees. Again, Ashtyn assisted, by lifting her legs to allow for the garment to be removed.

Erik was then faced with Ashtyn's glorious ass positioned before him. He couldn't help himself, as he gave her a hard smack. She cried out and he recalled the moment she had spanked him. He had enjoyed it, and he imagined that she too liked to be chastised. The area that he hit, was slightly blushed by his slap. He leaned in and kissed the spot, as if to kiss away any pain that he had caused.

She moaned in pleasure. He gripped her hips and positioned himself to enter her. "Tell me that you are mine." He commanded.

"I am yours. For now, and evermore." She vowed. Erik closed his eyes and sucked in a breath as he glided himself deeply within her core. His pumps were slow and deliberate, he wanted her to feel every stroke. He wanted to draw out their sexual encounter, so when they had hit the moment of their peaking it would be acute. Yet, his Madam Slay was attempting to take over. She began to rock, meeting his thrusts. He gripped her hips, trying to slow her rhythm; but it felt so fucking good that he eventually had to permit her movement.

Their movement began to increase with each passing moment. A whimper escaped Erik's mouth. Yet, he managed to keep himself from breaking, he kept on pumping into her. She was so wet and warm, and he felt blessed to have her as his. She was chasing her climax, her rocking had taken over their movement altogether, and he was losing the battle of keeping himself it check. He bit his lower lip, to take his mind off his pending release.

"Give into me." Ashtyn commanded. Mirroring Erik's words from that morning. Erik winced knowing that he should, but he simply couldn't.

"You first." He replied. Not wanting to surrender despite the need for him to.

Between, her thrusts Ashtyn managed to say, "This is not a competition."

Erik smirked, knowing that she was so close to the edge. "Then you should give in to me." It was then that he heard the low growl coming from her. Oh, shit. He thought. He had awoken her primitive side. She erected her body straight up. Still connected, by their sex, she forced him onto his back. He was amazed by the quickness of her movements. He was now beneath her and she was on top, with her back against him. She took complete control of the grinding, and he reached down to play with her button as she did.

They were at a stalemate, neither one wanting their moment together to end. Sweat began to formulate all over their naked bodies. "Fuck, we can't go on like this forever." Erik said in exasperation. He needed his release and so did she, but his queen was stubborn, and her new side loved to conquer him. Though, he thought that he wouldn't mind being the submissive for the night, his mind had changed. This was going to set the tempo of their marriage. It may had been chauvinist and outdated, but he was the man and felt a need to assert his dominance over her. Taking his other hand, he cupped one of her breast and began to tease her nipple. She gasped, and he began to feel her body surrendering to him. Yet, she would require more if she was going to be pushed over the edge.

Whispering in her ear he said. "You belong to me. I want you to feel me deep within your soul. Do you feel me inside of you?" A broken yes came from Ashtyn's throat, it was barely audible, but Erik heard her. "Tell me that this pussy is mine." A whimper was her only response, but it wasn't what he wanted to hear from her lips. "Use your words." He commanded.

"Yes!" She shouted out, as she gave into her lust. She climaxed hard and only then did Erik give into his own desire. He gripped her tightly around her waist as he came down from his high. A few spasm like pumps were all that he had left within himself as his climax concluded.

Resting they laid for a few moments, as they recovered from their sexual high. Ashtyn turned over onto her stomach, while still lying on top of Erik. They embraced each other, and Erik kissed the top of her head. He breathed in the scent of her hair. He lived for violence and chaos, but he treasured the quietness of his private time with his queen. He wondered if anything could feel as right as things were at that moment.

Ashtyn lifted her head to view her husband. She smiled feeling every bit the blushing bride. He looked back at her and brushed a stray hair from her face. "In this moment is there anything that you would withhold from me?" Erik asked.

Suspicion crept into her mind. She had a feeling where this line of higher-convo was heading, but she didn't what to jumped to conclusions. "I would grant you anything within reason." She replied.

"Um." Was his only response.

Ashtyn tilted her head. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means what it means." He said in a cryptic manner. "What if what I ask of you was something that could benefit you too?" Ashtyn pondered his words. Though, she knew what he was really asking her she asked anyway, "What is it that you want from me?"

Erik smirked, and gently moved her off him. She laid in the bed as she watched him walked into their ensuite. He returned moments later holding something behind his back. "Will you do anything for me?" He asked. Ashtyn was slightly alarmed by his demeanor. He gave off a mischievous aura that emanated from him.

"Depends." Ashtyn answered truthfully. Erik sighed, it wasn't what he wanted to hear, but it was her truth. She had no idea what he had planned but she knew that it was something that she wouldn't be happy about. "What do you have behind your back?"

Erik jaw ticked. As he considered his words carefully. "You know that I love you, right?"

"Yes." Ashtyn answered wearily. "Erik, you are starting to scare me. Show me what you have behind your back."

Erik sighed, again. "Remain calm." He said, before he brought forward the item that he had retrieved from the bathroom. Ashtyn couldn't believe her eyes when she caught sight of the straight edge razor within his hands. Ashtyn's eyes immediately connected with his with great concern. Erik's look was impassive. He offered no explanation as he began to slowly approach her with the razor in hand readying it for use. As he stalked forward, Ashtyn naturally recoiled. The man who had made loved to her mere minutes ago was gone, now who stood in his place was a monster.

A/N: Goodness that was a tough chapter for me to write! Hopefully, you guys like it. Please review. Thank you for your support. Concrete Lily.