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Chapter Ten: Your Ruler

Hidden by the thick shrubbery, that covers the entrance of the cave, where she first met Mephisto, Nakia peers out to see the sky. Yet, another drone passes overhead. Apprehension develops within her as the gravity of their evildoings hits her hard. Jealousy had driven her to relinquished control to Mephisto, who used her body to do unmentionable acts of violence.

Though she has no love lost for Erik and his bride, she would have never lifted a hand against them in anger. Especially without T'Challa's approval. Nevertheless, not only did she lash out at them, but she had attacked her betrothed. Who she assumes she should now consider him as her former fiancé?

T'Challa, she mentally calls out to him. Questioning if he will ever forgive her.

A pang of guilt strikes her deeply, causing her heart to ache. She strokes the center of her chest. To learned of her indiscretions in such a blatantly disrespectful manner was never her intent. Nevertheless, her anguish only carries so far. Whenever she thinks about her reason for allowing Mephisto to overcome her, she recalls their time in the cursed forest. He is unadulterated sex and temptation personified. Mephisto understands her kinks and can not only deliver on his promises of utter ecstasy but surpassed them...always.

Furthermore, he permits her with the freedom she has never been allowed to experience. As shameful as it is for her to admit, she liked the power she felt during the battle. Especially against Killmonger, who weeks earlier defeated her despite her best effort. However, now with Mephisto's aid, she can crush him with ease. The warrior in her relishes in that kind of strength.

"Come, join me," Mephisto says. His smooth voice snaps her out of her daze.

She turns to gaze in his direction. His strength has increased since their first meeting, self-evident by how he has transformed the dank cave into a lavishly decorated flat. She takes notice of his casual position on the plush sofa as he pats the cushion beside him. His seductive eyes rake over her form, causing her to quiver.

Get a grip! She admonishes herself.

The corners of his smooth-skillful lips curve into a sinister smirk. No doubt, he is aware of the effectiveness of his smoldering gaze. Nakia's core wets, instinctively becoming ready for his sensual use, but she will not yield to carnal desires. At least not yet.

She approaches him, his eyes shine with a wicked gleam. Obviously, he sees nothing more than another sexy-time moment. She might as well be damned because she may succumb to his advances, but they must talk first. She sits beside him. He promptly drapes an arm around her, it grieves her to feel comforted by his touch. She should fight the urge to feel at home within his embrace...but she does. To hate him would mean she is not like him.

But what if I am?

She shakes the thought from her mind. There is no time to dwell on such things. What if T'Challa's discovers their location.

"Dearest one, do not fret," Mephisto says in a soothing sultry voice. "No one will discover us here. Particularly, from a birdseye view, this place is undetectable as you well know."

He places a tender kiss on her temple. His reassurance is convincing. She almost feels foolish for questioning him...almost.

"For a being who has endured for centuries, you are somewhat shortsighted," Nakia states bluntly. She can feel animosity pouring off him in violent waves.

"Care to rephrase your words, darling?" He says with a growl. A shiver runs along her spine, but she steels herself.

"No, I think my words were pointedly expressed and conveyed the sorrow within my heart. My allies, my friends, I harmed them. Now, they will stop at nothing to avenge the wronging we have done."

Mephisto takes a deep exaggerated sigh. With his composure renewed, he nearly purrs with delight when he says, "My sensuous concubine."

"I am not your concubine!" She screams. Her anger is potent but incorrectly directed. It is not he who needs to be convinced of this but herself. Even now, her inner walls throbbed for his hard shaft to enter her, to give her the pleasure that only he can provide.

"Do not be offended, dearest. I only meant that you bind me. I'm as much yours as you're mine."

His words were uncharacteristically soft, nearly inaudible. Yet did she hear him correctly? Did he confess he is smitten with her? She hates how her heart thunders at the thought. She pushes her untrustworthy emotions aside.

"Please understand my anguish. I do not share your carefree nature towards this matter. We will pay for our transgressions."

"Well, if I am to burn for my crimes. At least I have you to share the hot seat with me," he jokes.

The coy smile he offers is present for only a moment; before he masks his emotions with a guarded expression. The gentleness witnessed is nothing more than a memory. Perhaps a wishful delusion? Manifested to justify her growing devotion to him. Because if he is more than a monster, then maybe he cares for her? Maybe he could even-

No, I will not entertain insanity. He is evil. Love is something he can never know.

He clears his throat; before speaking, "With all the worry of the day, we should slumber. It will ease your mind." His voice is disruptive, interfering with her internal babbling. It is then she remembers how he can hear her thoughts. She decides to ignore the thick tension between them.

"A nap?" She questions.

Of all the things he could have wanted from her, to sleep wasn't one she would have guessed. Nevertheless, she hasn't been sleeping well as of late, for obvious reasons. So, the thought of just resting may not be a terrible idea. Perhaps with a well-rested mind, she will be better able to strategize?

Mephisto stands, offering his hand for her to take. She accepts. He then guides her to bed. Nakia starts to sit on the mattress, but he halts her.

"You should disrobe," he sternly commands. "You wouldn't want to contaminate clean sheets with soiled clothing."

His explanation would have been plausible, if not for the fact she has not left the cave since their arrival. He steps closer to her and pulls at the hem of her dress. The material is over her head in a matter of moments. He tosses the fabric aside, then settles his red glowing eyes onto hers. The intensity of his stare causes her great confusion. He wants her, she knows that, but there's something more he is hiding from her. A grimace crosses his features.

"Do my eyes trouble you?" He asks. There is a vulnerability within his tone.

"Truthfully?" Nakia asks. He nods, she answers, "Yes, it reminds me of what you really are."

"I have never lied to you. Withheld the truth, yes, but I have never lied. I can change my eyes to suit your needs. Yet, part of me desires for you to see me as I am. Not who I pretend to be. I can be so much more than what you think. If only you would let me."

Nakia tears her eyes away from his penetrating gaze. Feeling emotions rising, she isn't sure how to process his profession. Part of her wants for his words to be true. However, can a villain know love? The answer is simple, he cannot. Then why doesn't she run?

"Because you want this as much as I do," he interjects. Nakia pivots to face him once more. "You desire chaos, madness, and all the excitement I bring."

He cups her face within his hands. She is forced to peer deeply into his fiery eyes. "I cannot offer you, love. Not how you know it. It simply is not within me, but you can have what no other woman can have of me."

"A what is that?" Nakia breathlessly asks.

He kneels before her. His head bowed in utter surrender. "My loyalty."

"Get up!" Nakia commands, but he remains in place. "Do not say things you do not mean."

"Alas, I do."

"Why? Tell me why someone with such immense power would bow to a mere mortal?"

"I've been lonely. Lost without anyone for so long. When I adhered to you, I discovered the one thing I've been craving. Companionship, a kindred spirit who's too is lost and yearning for more. Allow me to be yours, you will never again be alone."

Tears sting her eyes. Hope blooms within her for the first time since her self-induced exile. She realizes her real fear is to be powerless. With his pledge, she will remain strong enough to win the battle that is sure to come. She could be queen without the need of a mate.

Mephisto mirthless laughs, "I hope to offer my services as your mate, as your king. However, unlike a mortal king, I wouldn't hinder you. You will have your freedom, as well as me in your bed. Together we will crush all who oppose us. Imagine a crimeless Wakanda. You can build a utopia, end human trafficking."

Nakia ponders his words. For so long, she has worked to stamp out such crimes. Smugglers are more worrisome than cockroaches. Legions of them operate daily, and her hands have been tied with legal logistics. Doing away due process would make justice swifter. Perhaps, Wakanda needs liberation, it needs her. Even with the looming threat of the Black Panther, perpetrators continue to threaten the residents of their country.

"They do not fear him," Nakia acknowledges aloud.

"No, but all will fear us. You can do great good, once you have taken his place."

"I must do what is best for my country."

"Indeed. All hail Queen Nakia, the Righteous," Mephisto exclaims as the stands.

Yes, she will be the queen they deserve. T'Challa is too tender-hearted to do what must be done. Erik too hot-headed to make good choices, and poor Shuri is simply too young to ascend. She would have become queen if she had married T'Challa. So, obviously, she is suited for the position.

Right?

"Dearest one, let's forget our worries. Let's slumber," Mephisto draws her hand to him and guides it to his hardening member.

"What are you doing?" Nakia inquires, despite already knowing.

"Tempting you," He says with a sinful smirk.

"I am not in the mood," Nakia replies.

"Not in the mood...eh?" His tone suggests he deems her standoffish behavior as a challenge.

"Mephisto..." She pleads. Only to feel his large bulge twitch within he grasps, a low growl escapes his lips.

"Sure, I cannot persuade you?"

"I'm not-"

"In the mood," he takes a step forward, invading her personal space. His warm breath caresses her cheeks. Arousal nearly overcomes her. She keeps her hand in place onto his mischievous bulge, as if it belongs to her.

"It does," he confirms.

A tremble wrecks her, as goosebumps sprout all over her body. A knowing smirk pulls at the corners of his lips, as she becomes enrapture. He is breaking her willpower until it wanes into nonexistence. He traces a feather-light touch along her delicate collarbone. Then, trails his fingers lazily downwards, grazing her breastbone. Sorrowfully, he does not attend to either of her needy breasts, aching for his masterful caress. He continues his journey to...Oh, sweet mercy. His hand slips beneath the thin fabric of her panties, reaching her hidden sweet spot.

He quickly inserts a finger then two inside her. She moans upon his intrusion. His thumb thrums her heated bud as his fingers begin to pump within her. She grasps his shoulders to keep herself upright.

"Oh, I would say to a more than in the mood," he says. He leans inwards and whispers in her ear. "You are soaking wet."

Another involuntary moan escapes her lips. Between ragged breathes she asks, "I thought we were going to sleep?"

"Surely, you did not believe that I would slumber without satisfying my urges," he answers matter-of-factly. Yet, he could have said nothing at all for all she cared. She is beyond the realm of reality as a promising orgasm stirs within the lower region of her stomach.

"You are so close," he says in a lustful tone. He removes his fingers; in one swift motion, he rips the panties away. The sound of the material tearing is loud. His urgency only makes her desire him even more. He quickly frees himself of his trousers and undergarment, then kicks them aside. Desperate to have him inside her, she encircles her arms around his neck. Then hops up to wrap her legs around his waist. He braces her ass as he aligns her slick slit with the tip of his hard shaft; and pushes himself deep inside.

She he begins thrusting inside of her, all while standing. His unparallel strength do not falter as he supports all her weight. To have such a wonderous creature captivate with her feel empowering and causes her already swollen to ache ever more.

"Soon you will feel sweet relief. I promise," he grunts. He shifts gears. Still thrusting he manages to walk her over to her bed. They fall onto the bed, him on top and without missing a single stroke of his massive length. Truly, he is gifted in the art of love making. Now on her back he turns her only her right side, a position she has never done before, but she is beyond eager to try.

"That's right, get excited," he encourages as he guides her left leg across his chest. He presses downwards, and she is amazed at how much deeper he goes.

She lets out a mixture of a moan and a whimper. He holds her leg in place, keeping her wide open and plunders her of all sense of reason. The ecstasy of his sensuous strokes is nearly too much. She grips the duvet as if it's a lifeline, binding her to earth because what she is experiencing is otherworldly.

"I cannot bear this!" Nakia yields.

"You can and will!" Mephisto commands. "Give me your passion. Now!"

He thrusts one more time, she does indeed give in to his demand. She screams his name as her arousal destroys her. Mephisto grinds into her a couple more times before succumbing to his own desire. As if his essence is the source of his strength. Once he has been drained of it, he collapses onto her. For a while, they are nothing more than a sweaty heap of intertwined bodies, with no discernment of the end of one and the beginning of the other.

He lifts to reposition her onto her back. Bracing himself, he hovers over her he stares at her with a look that could only be conceived of as adoration. What she wouldn't give to know his thoughts as he hears hers. Because at this moment, he looks so sincere. So willing to give her everything and more. One question is bouncing within the walls of her mind.

Even before the thought can properly formulate, he answers. "We are inextricably connected. I will shred this world apart for you. Do you believe me?"

Nakia breath hitches. Tears she didn't even know were within her flows from her eyes. Her heart breaks, knowing giving herself over to him is dangerous, but she cannot help but answer, "Yes."

A/N: Hello, my beautiful readers. Here's another chapter for you all. Please review and let me know what you think. Have a great week. Much love! Concrete Lily.