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Chapter Seven: Hellbound

They rush a convulsing Nakia to the Shuri's laboratory, despite the combined strength of T'Challa and Erik she nearly bucks free several times. Erik is amazed by her power. He had fought her and was victorious; she wasn't nearly as powerful. What has changed he is uncertain, but she is far from being alright.

He and T'Challa share a concern glance as she bucks as they place her onto the gurney. Shuri hurries to fill a syringe with a sedative for Nakia. T'Challa is nearly laying on top of her, while Erik struggles to hold her mid-section. As Shuri attempts to inject her, Nakia begins to resist, making it impossible for Shuri to do so. Suddenly, they manage to gain more control over her. Erik is relieved until he sees Ashtyn has joined them, holding Nakia's lower half in place, preventing her from using her feet to pivot.

He grimaces at his wife; she rolls her eyes in defiance. He doesn't want her to get involved in restraining this wild woman; she might get hurt. Then he remembers who his wife is, Madam Slay, a wildcat, whose rightfully just as powerful as he is, he shouldn't underestimate her. Nevertheless, he is still her man; he cannot help but be protective.

With her assistance, Shuri successfully injects sleeping aid. Nakia fights for a while longer before finally succumbing to the drug. As her body goes limb Erik gladly releases her, Ashtyn follows suit. Yet, T'Challa remains in place for a moment longer. He gently strokes her stressed face as he gazes at her. Erik turns away. The scene reminds him too much of himself when he thought he had lost Ashtyn.

The look of despair on T'Challa's face is all that is needed to transfer Erik back to that dark chapter of their love story. Suddenly, he feels his hand encased; he looks and sees Ashtyn by his side. No words are needed to convey only a look of understanding; how he loves her for just knowing.

Eric calls out, "T'Challa?"

"Please, go. I need time alone," T'Challa replies, without once looking at anyone. Silently everyone exits the room, granting the king his request of solitary, to be with his betrothed.

Once back in their room, Erik begins to pack their bags. Shit is getting too intense; it is time for them to take their leave. Ashtyn sits on the bed and watches him, but he doesn't slow his efforts.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

Erik stops to regard his wife. Is she serious? They're leaving as they planned. She doesn't say anything more, only looks away. Erik flops onto the bed next to her. She has something to say, and they aren't going to leave until they talk.

"Erik, I don't think I can live in W'Kabi's village."

"Why not?"

"I have killed so many of his men. Some of them surely had a family. How can I go back there and live knowing that I have orphaned their children and widowed their wives? I have destroyed someone's else life!" She says as tear begins to flow.

Erik holds her close. For years he has callously killed with disregard, rarely taking a moment to consider his action. To witness the aftermath of Ashtyn's regret reminds him that not everyone can do what he can.

"Listen to me. You did what you thought was best. Those men would have killed you if you didn't take them out first. You know that Ashtyn. Don't waste your energy thinking about anything more than that."

"Still, I will not go." She says.

Erik falls on his back onto the bed in frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose to relieve his headache; why can't she do as he says without question? He thinks back to the time he drugged her, for a moment, he considers it to be a better option; than trying to convince her. However, they have moved past all that nonsense. Besides, a second time of him doing that shit will probably ruin their relationship beyond prepare. So, it isn't an option, no matter how appealing he finds it to be.

Residing to the idea that she isn't going to budge on her position regarding the matter, he finally asks where else would she rather stay. The second surprise she has is that she wishes to remain at the palace. He listens to her reasoning. She wants Erik to get to know his family.

True, he was having a good time; until Nakia started to freak-out. Notwithstanding that dubious situation. It might not be such a terrible idea to stick around. Besides, with Ashtyn's unwillingness to return to the villa, they are without any other viable options.

"Alright. We can stay for now. But when the time comes, and I say that we are leaving we leave without question. Do we have an understanding?"

He can tell Ashtyn is reluctant, but she nods. Then she lays down next to him. For the time being, it is good enough for him. With the stress of the night behind them, he rolls on top of her to do the one thing he wanted to do all night; he makes love to his wife.

Nakia is running through a dark jungle. The creatures of the night are screeching as she runs by branches tearing her skin and her gown. She is frantic. Where is she? How did she get here? The last thing she remembers is allowing Mephisto to dress her. His strokes had been so sensual and welcomed. She foolishly allowed him to take control. Now she is lost and afraid.

On the verge of losing her mind, she sees her saving grace. A light in the darkness shines just beyond the trees. She runs towards it, once close, she sees the light is emanating from a small hut. She enters, the temperature inside is warm. She is alone. She looks around the room; there's a firepit, housing the precious embers radiating warmth, and a blanket. She wraps the fabric around herself as she takes a seat on the dirt floor near the fire.

"Nakia," A familiar voice whispers.

"Mephisto?" She shouldn't be happy to hear his voice, but she cannot help but feel joy hearing from someone, anyone, even if it is the person who put her in her current predicament.

"I want to come to you. May I?"

She doesn't say anything for the longest time. Never had she been as weak as she is right now. She tucks into a tight ball holding her knees firmly against herself. Suddenly, she feels a hand resting on her shoulder. She turns to see Mephisto standing next to her in his human form, his glowing red eyes burning hot.

"I know that you are angry with me."

"Where am I?"

"Where I have been all this time, waiting for you. Since your impromptu slumber."

"Slumber? What happened?"

"I'm afraid your friends saw fit to sedate you."

"You did this." Nakia accuses, Mephisto shrugs.

Nakia thinks about the dark jungle and how terrifying it was to navigate through it. Again, she demands to know their location.

Mephisto sits beside her to stare at the fire for a moment. "It is a place where lost souls go, purgatory."

"I'm dead?" Nakia nearly chokes on the words.

"No, dear. You're very much alive. We are intertwined spiritually; it is because of me that you are here in this darkness. You may not believe me, but I never intended for you to see this horrid place. But here we are. This hut is my refuge, a haven whenever I am not with you."

"Why am I just now seeing this place? You have been with me for some time now, and I have slept before."

"Sleeping and being tossed into forced sedation isn't the same thing. You are beyond even the dream world."

Nakia is angry. However, she cannot help but recall his words about being confined to this dark place.

"When you are with me, what is it like?" Nakia asks.

"Amazing." He pauses for a moment before adding. "I desire to confess something to you. I am not strong enough to maintain my physical form without you. That was initially the reason why I lingered."

"Initially?"

Mephisto offers a wry smile. "Yes, but now I've another reason altogether." They share a gaze, so compelling, abundant with emotion and longing. Nakia must turn away.

"What do you require from me?" She asks.

"I want you. In ways that you cannot explain. Permit me to stay with you."

"What benefit is that to me? You are ruining my life, and now you want permission to continue."

He reaches out to her, turning her around to face him. She refuses to look at him, but his presence demands her attention.

"If you wish it to be so. I will free you."

Finally, he is willing to leave her. Then why is her heart constricting at the thought? She tries to pull away, but he holds her firmly in place. She cannot escape. Forced to decide, she looks into his menacing eyes, though she should feel fearful she is not.

She feels compassion for him. He must care for her; to voluntarily condemn himself to perpetual darkness. All for her sake, she should demand him to leave. Yet, she cannot.

"I will permit it," Nakia says.

"Are you certain," He questions with concern in his voice.

Nakia thinks for a moment. Perhaps insanity has taken hold? Nevertheless, she wants him as much as he wants her. How can someone feel so right for you despite the circumstances being so wrong? How can you love someone but find yourself drawn to another?

The pain of denying her emotions is crippling, causing a depression that is unparallel to any other sadness one could ever endure. Her loyalty should be to T'Challa, but she desires the one thing that Mephisto can offer freedom. Independence to be whoever she wants to be. To defend those she chooses to help, in any manner she sees fit. T'Challa will never sanction her with such liberty.

Mephisto stares intently at her. She is beginning to buy his lies. No, he never had any intention of relinquishing his connection to her; but he had successfully conveyed the correct emotions to make her believe that he would. The results are as he had hoped, she is now willing to be his.

Yet, there are levels to the commitment; he must secure his hold on her completely. That is why he brought her to this place. He had to isolate her to make her agree to his terms. Making her feel sorry for him was just too easy. His beautiful Nakia, though far from being gullible; she is now like clay in his hands. He will mold her in his image and use her to do his bidding.

Nevertheless, for that to happen, they must seal their union. He unravels the blanket from around her body. She momentarily attempts to keep it wrapped around herself as if it offered some sort of protection. He smirks, finding her endearing, but he is determined to get on with the night's festivities.

He yanks the blanket firmly from her grasp, her breath hitches. Her innocent act only makes her more fuckable in his sight. He spreads it evenly before reclining on top. He holds a handout to her; with hesitation she accepts.

She trembles as he lays her onto her back. He knows what she desires. T'Challa is a good man, a perfect gentleman; he would take his time with her, but he is not him. Mephisto abruptly flips her onto her stomach. She let out a gasp. He hikes her tattered dress up, revealing her ample ass.

He smirks as he notices her G-string undergarment. Oh yes, he had dressed her in her garments and found the lingerie attractive. Mephisto senses that she had worn them before tonight, but for who? He must know the motivation for her having such a risqué little number. He could dive into her psyche and find the truth, but where's the fun in doing that?

"Confession time Nakia." He says. "I know what you want. I'm generous enough to give you that and more. But I do require something from you. Tell me why you have such tantalizing undergarments? Be truthful. I know T'Challa is old fashioned and is waiting until marriage to engage in sexual activities. So why the sexy unmentionables?"

She is silent as he suspected she might become; it isn't everyday someone can read you so well. He presses her to reveal her secrets. He begins kneading her rump, forcing her clitoris to rub against the roughness of the blanket and ground beneath. She moans as his hand begins to match the rhythm of her thrusting hips. Then he stops, she whines in protest; but he needs her confession.

"Tell me, or we will end it now."

Nakia turns her head in his direction, her eyes full of unshed tears. She confesses, "I have had them for some time. I have imagined many scenarios of the night that someone finally would see me in them. How they would find me beautiful and how desirable I would feel. I have been a warrior my entire life, and I love it, but at times it is nice to be a woman.

"T'Challa sees me as pure and innocent. But I have seen the world and learned its ugliness. I have worn them before, for another. I was far from home, in London; to disrupt a trafficking ring; they had extracted women from the outskirts of Wakanda. I followed the trail there. I was successful in my mission of retrieving the women. I stayed in town for a while after.

"I didn't want to come home. It felt great not to be known. I was at a pub, late one night I hooked-up with some locals and began hanging out with them. One of the locals took a liking to me; his name doesn't matter. We began to have an affair. We would meet to have sex in various locations; it went on for months. I felt so alive so free. It was never about love, but unadulterated lust.

"It ended when I received word that my assisted was needed back at home. I broke off the affair and returned home. I haven't had any further contact with him ever since."

Mephisto listens to her dark confession. Oh, she's a dirty little mink to keep such a juicy detail from her betrothed. Yet, he had to ask one last thing. "Do you feel any guilt about your indiscretions?"

She doesn't speak for a long while, before she replies, "No."

That is all needed for Mephisto to release his lust for her. He flips her over, ripping her panties from her in one smooth motion. He spread her legs far and wide. She shudders as she surely knows what comes next. He dives in devouring her like a vulture. Her body spasms as she receives him, he steadies her securing her hips in place so that he may continue.

He smirks, loving her reactions to his touch. She wraps her legs around his head; he permits her aggressive behavior. She grinds herself into his face, chasing her release. He wanted to screw her, but is he the one being screwed? If so, he is more than pleased. Can she do for him what no other hasn't? Can she match him sexually?

She continues to ride him as he tongues her down. Sensing her climax is close, he inserts his tongue deep inside her, and she finally succumbs. Her breath is shallow as she recuperates, but she must make quick work of recovery; because he is ready for her.

He moves to position himself above her. He looks into her eyes, glazed over with desire indicating her need for more. Lucky for her, he is more than able to fulfill her fantasies. There an odd sensation something tugging at the center of his chest. Perhaps it is the anticipation of having sex, especially after all his time spent in the gem, but it feels like something more.

Not able to identify the emotion, he turns her back onto her stomach. He grabs her hips positioning her on her knees. With her ass up, he positions himself to enter and slams into her. She screams out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Nevertheless, she is a warrior and would rather die than to admit defeat. She pushes back into him with force matching his own.

What ensures to be the most satisfying and violent fuckfest that he has ever experienced. Nakia is ruthless as she clenches around his member.

"Ugh," Mephisto is momentarily speechless. His senses overwhelmed by her. She laughs, and he knows why for the first time he isn't in control, she is. She takes from him his essence. His face morphs into his demonic form; as he struggles to maintain his human image. Thankful, he decided to do her doggy style; otherwise, she would have seen the spectacle.

She slams into him once more; he becomes undone. He roars, the creature outside pauses as they hear his dominant howl. He gives her all of him; she succumbs a second time, he collapses on top of her. It is silent beside their coupled heaving breathes.

Mephisto is compelled by some unknown reasoning to claim her, "Say that you are mine, bind yourself to me. I will give you all that you seek. You want freedom and power, it all yours just say it."

Still, inside of her, he gives her a hard thrust. She moans, then she says the words that he has been waiting for, "I yield."

He accepts her willingness and vows to demonstrate his pleasure. He begins to harden again Nakia turns over to face him; this time they will consummate their bond face to face. He enters her once more, she gasps. Their bonding isn't yet complete, and that is fine by him; he has no issue reminding her repeatedly why pairing with him is a winning move.

A/N: Alrighty that is another chapter. Hopefully, you enjoyed it. I truly hope everyone is having a great holiday break. Please review. Concrete Lily.