"War in the east, war in the west
war up north, war down south
war, war, rumours of war.
And until that day, the African continent
will not know peace, we Africans will fight
we find it necessary and we know we shall win
as we are confident in the victory…
We don't need no more trouble…"
Bob Marley – "War/No More Trouble"
"Any more pressure on your bladder?"
Yani rubbed a wand scanner across Nakia's nine-month pregnant belly and checked the 3D image that sprang to life above the woman's belly button. Nakia exhaled with the breath of a woman totally over carrying another human inside of herself. Yani grinned and paid attention to the placement of the baby's body.
"He's in the proper position," Yani said.
Nakia's soulful brown eyes latched onto her baby's curled and tucked form snug inside her womb.
"T'Challa Toussaint Udaku," Nakia said.
"Hmm?" Yani muttered, touching the floating image to enlarge it so she could see the umbilical cord.
"We're calling him Toussaint for Haiti. I'm so proud of the work we have done there. N'Jadaka calls Haiti the Black Pearl of the world. He knows so much about it. T'Challa fell in love with it."
"I like it," Yani said.
She allowed Nakia to look at her baby from all angles before shutting off the scanner. She touched her kimoyo beads and Nakia's beads lit up.
"I transferred the latest images to your file. Everything looks great," Yani said.
She pulled down the patient gown on Nakia to cover her back up. Nakia tapped a few beads.
"T'Challa will be happy to see the new pictures," Nakia said.
Yani checked Nakia's birth chart.
"As of now, little Toussaint will decide when we get together this way again," Yani said, patting Nakia's hand.
Nakia lifted her hand from Yani's and captured it in both her palms, cradling it against her chest.
"You have been so wonderful for me and T'Challa. I didn't want anyone else to help bring our child into the world," Nakia said.
Yani tapped the side of the examination table and it raised up higher, allowing Nakia to be at eye level.
"Princess Yani!"
Yani's nurse assistant burst into the room out of breath with wild eyes.
"Mesea?" Yani said, jumping up from her seat at Nakia's side.
"Come…quick…!"
Mesea's plump fingers grasped Yani's hand and dragged her toward the door.
"Wait a minute!" Yani said, pulling off her examining gloves and tossing them in a waste receptacle.
She turned to Nakia.
"Excuse me please," Yani said.
Nakia nodded and reached for her clothing.
Yani trailed behind Mesea and noticed right away the buzz in the hall as other staff ran toward the vid screen in a spacious waiting area. A Wakandan emergency broadcast logo flashed on the screen immediately followed by the strained faces of two news anchors.
"We interrupt this broadcast with some shocking news coming out of the eastern coast of Tunisia. A terrorist bombing has claimed the lives of several politicians at a North African summit where King N'Jadaka was to address an assembly of leaders on new energy measures to improve the quality of life for countries dependent on fossil fuels. Sources on the ground have stated that two entire city blocks were destroyed and there is no word as of yet on the condition of King N'Jadaka and our Wakandan delegates who traveled with him…"
Yani clutched at her chest before tapping her kimoyo with a direct line to N'Jadaka. Nakia waddled next to her and also had her kimoyo glowing reaching out to T'Challa.
"…Ambassador Udaku's planned visit to Spain has been rerouted back to the U.S. until further notice. We are getting word that King N'Jadaka was the intended target of the attack…
Nakia tapped Yani's arm.
"T'Challa says N'Jadaka is fine," Nakia said.
Yani gasped out loud and walked to the side to hide her face from the staff. No one noticed, their eyes stuck to the screen, probably reliving the dread of King T'Chaka's bombing death. But N'Jadaka and T'Calla had been prepared for potential attacks everywhere.
Yani steered Nakia to her personal office and closed the door. Both of their kimoyos lit up simultaneously. Ramonda.
"Queen Mother," Nakia said swiping her beads first.
Ramonda sat perched inside of a Royal Leopard Fighter craft made for her new career as an ambassador. She had taken off her isicholo and wore her long white locs spread across her shoulders. Her face looked pinched and her mouth was a tight line of stress. Nakia tapped another bead and it brought Ramonda's life-size image into the room with them.
"They are both fine. T'Calla has the king hidden away in a secret location. There were no Wakandan casualties. The reports I'm getting from our War Dogs are twenty dead, fifteen injured, and about a dozen still missing at this point… still buried under rubble. N'Jadaka made last-minute changes to his schedule that were not made public to the host country. The British jumped the gun," Ramonda said.
Nakia perked up.
"We know for sure it was them?" Nakia asked.
Ramonda nodded.
"They are working covertly with the Tunisian government. This is the third attempt on N'Jadaka's life in two months. We were aware of the setup. It is why our king changed plans, to show the North Africans that the West will slaughter their people."
"He didn't warn them?" Nakia asked.
"We are teaching them a lesson," Ramonda said with grim finality.
Yani turned away to gather her thoughts. N'Jadaka was safe. T'Challa protected him and their entourage. He warned her that he would do whatever it took to show the world not to play with him. Allowing the Tunisians to die was a line in the sand: if they weren't with Wakanda, then they were against them.
"How are you, Nakia? Is my grandbaby well?" Ramonda asked, trying to lift the mood.
"The baby is healthy and I am ready to sleep on my stomach," Nakia joked.
A half laugh escaped her lips. Yani turned to face Ramonda again.
"Will you come home?" Yani asked.
"Not yet. Running home would make us look frightened. I am flying back to New York and I will stay there for regular assembly duties, unless the king changes things of course. There will be a half cruiser there to pick you both up in five minutes. You will be sequestered in the palace until further notice. Sydette and Riki have been escorted there already," Ramonda said.
"What about Disa and Joba?" Yani asked.
"Disa finished her guest lecture at M.I.T. less than an hour ago. She and Joba will be brought to New York with Adebiyi and the rest of the Jabari architectural team. They will be sequestered with me. No need to worry," Ramonda said.
Her image shimmered out of the room and they stared at her from Nakia's beads again.
"Quickly leave the hospital," Ramonda said.
Her face winked out and Yani walked out of her office with Nakia giving instructions to her co-workers. They understood why she had to leave. As the future queen of the nation, her safety was a priority.
The half-cruiser hovered above them outside and didn't even bother to land. A warm gravitational pull of neon blue light lifted them both up gently into the air. Above them, elite palace guards and military soldiers waited to help them aboard.
"Be gentle with her, please," Yani ordered.
The men followed her orders and deferred to her.
Out of the royal family members left in the country, Yani's status was higher than Nakia's and Shuri's. The ride to the palace was quiet, too quiet. The hum of the aircraft made her want to fly to Tunisia to scoop up her fiancé. Tunisia was the closest call they'd ever had with attempted assassinations on N'Jadaka. She had asked for her man to be transparent about everything, and now she wondered if she would prefer to not know anything about his work. Touching her chest, her heart thumped against her hand. Despite having a full security team, his own jaguar suit, and the powers of the heart-shaped herb, Yani experienced more fear than when he had been a mercenary. At least then he could be covert all the time. As a king, he couldn't be that way.
The King of England had ordered their secret service agents to kill the King of Wakanda in a foreign land to hide their hands. France had tried to be slick in their former African colonies, but Ramonda called them out at the U.N. and threw their treachery back in their face much to the embarrassment of the U.S. and the rest of the Western world. China tried to play up to Wakanda by sharing secret intel on the U.S. in West Africa. The tsunami of change N'Jadaka brought in his wake as king already had parts of Africa turning cold shoulders to Asian leaders wanting more incursions onto the continent.
Africa was changing.
King N'Jadaka proselytized the power of Africa for the Africans. No one else.
"Go and rest in the guest suite. We can have dinner together in the king's chambers," Yani said.
Nakia gave Yani a wide smile.
"What?" Yani asked.
"You speak Wakanadan so fluent now, for a second, you sounded like Queen Mother," Nakia said.
Yani waved her hands in a dismissive gesture.
"I still sound like a country girl up in the hills back home," Yani said.
Nakia shook her head.
"You sound like a queen. Until we meet again, Princess Yani."
Two Doras escorted Nakia away, leaving Yani alone with her personal Dora and the kingsguard. The military soldiers who flew with them posted themselves around the palace for extra security measures. Her kimoyo lit up. Dante's face appeared above her hand.
"Hi, Yani. I'm with Sweet Pea and Dumplin," Dante said.
"I'm here in the palace. N'Jadaka is fine. I spoke to Ramonda."
"I'm not worried. That boy can survive anything aimed at him. Are you okay? You look winded."
"The shock of it is settling in."
"I'll keep the children here with me. Go rest and let me know how things are. I'm keeping the news away from them. They think school just ended early because of the soccer league championships in Birnin D'Jata."
"Good. Nakia will join us for dinner tonight in the king's chambers. I want us all there if N'Jadaka calls."
"Okay."
Yani hustled her way to N'Jadaka's home and fell against the door once she closed it, not wanting the guards to see her worry.
"Everything is fine. Calm yourself," she whispered into the beautiful living room.
Yani hadn't been to N'Jadaka's home since the night they first made love after so many years. The natural comfort of its cozy décor eased her mind and brought into sharp relief the energy of her man. His essence permeated every square inch of the space and she let go of the knot bunched up in her stomach. She had to learn to cope better when bad news hit.
Stepping to the king's private bar, she poured herself a glass of Wakandan whiskey and noticed a pipe stuffed with an herb N'Jadaka liked to smoke that had the effects of weed, but didn't last as long in the bloodstream. Grabbing it, she struck up a lighter from the bar and smoked the pipe like a granny back home.
Home.
Gazing out of the grand window that overlooked the river and parts of the city reminded Yani that Wakanda was her true home. Her nation needed a strong queen for a strong king. She concentrated on preparing for his eventual return and being the best source of comfort for him. Her lessons with Umama on how to conduct herself as a queen rooted within her. Weeks and weeks of training, elocution classes, and body movement had been soaked into her bones. Even the way she touched N'Jadaka in public was practiced with Baba Z. The reliance on protocols began to make sense to Yani fully. How one conducted themselves in public gave assurance to the citizenry.
There were several hours to fill before dinner, so Yani practiced walking in the slow confident gait of a queen. She positioned her hands in the signs of deference and dismissal of Council Elders. Her posture was erect and her chin stayed tilted at the angle of royalty. The herb worked a subtle high in her bloodstream and she became more mellow as an hour passed with still no word from the king.
Yani contacted her home personal assistant Dakarai and the children's nanny to collect a week's worth of clothing to bring to the palace. She sent a kingsguard and a Dora to fetch them and set up housing for the women through the palace housekeeping department. Dakarai relayed that there were already press wanting a statement from the palace, but Yani wasn't ready to take on that part of her duties yet. She would leave that to N'Jadaka's PR staff and the Council of Elders.
She walked up the stairs that led to the second floor and looked in on the rooms Sydette and Riki would sleep in. The bed sheets were already clean and ready. There were brand-new toys situated on small children's desks, too. A third room for Joba was in the same state. Expectant. Prepared. It was their home too. She strolled over into another wing of the second floor that was to be her bridal bedroom. Udaku royalty had separate bedrooms, and the room that was to become her sanctuary was gorgeous. Crème and corals, pale pinks…soothing yellow and sea green accents brought the island flavor of her favorite cove to life.
Yani's mouth parted at the care and detail taken to create a one-of-a-kind bedroom for her. The room was as big as a luxury apartment with a bathroom view of the world below. Her large bathtub actually sat propped on a platform on the balcony so that she could air dry and enjoy being outside surrounded by exotic plants and flowers that draped along the walls to create a garden feel.
She had no idea N'Jadaka had redone everything for her with delicate touches like having photos of their children sprinkled throughout the room. Her favorite was of them in Joba's fairy garden, all three of N'Jadaka's progeny grinning with bright teeth and matching royal outfits. Seeing Joba, Yani tapped her kimoyo beads.
Disa's avatar popped up and then the woman herself appeared. She rode inside a car.
"They have you already," Yani said.
"Yes… we're heading across the bridge now. Security is deep," Disa said with a weary sigh.
"How is Joba?"
"Asleep, thank goodness."
Yani peered at the small bundle under a blanket next to Disa.
"My team is riding in the car behind ours. I'm just grateful that N'Jadaka is okay. You think you prepare for shit like this, but it just…"
Her eyes darted away.
"I know. We're in the palace. We'll stay here until he comes home. I'll keep you posted with any word."
"Thanks. I know Ramonda will only give me surface-level stuff because of her position."
Yani looked out across the city and rubbed the smooth waves of her hair.
"When will you return?" Yani asked.
"I'd like to finish all of my speaking engagements, but I know the family will want Joba back in Wakanda if anything else happens. It's hard being away from her for so long. I feel bad that I took her away from her siblings this long. She's having fun though. I know she misses Riki and Sydette… all her friends. But I know having her see me do my work enriches her."
Disa smiled.
"I'll let you go because I know they want to keep all lines secure," Disa said.
"I'll call you with any info. Miss you."
"I miss you too, Yani. Give Riki and Sydette all my love and a big hug. Love you, girl…"
Yani ended the chat by blowing a kiss to Disa. The jangle of a tiny bell sounded in the living room. She kicked off her shoes and padded to the front door. A kitchen staff member brought up a full lunch spread for her to enjoy in private. She ate the meal in the dining room and afterward walked up to the third floor to rest in N'Jadaka's bedroom. The massive bed bid peace to her tense body. Crawling onto the soft blankets, she cocooned herself under the covers and stretched her arm out to her side imagining N'Jadaka next to her. Pulling off her clothes and tossing them at the foot of the bed, she ran her fingers between her thighs and played with her folds, touching the healed clitoral piercings she received from an old woman named Sade months ago.
Part of Yani's betrothal march was studying the history of past Wakandan queens and their expected submission to traditional marriage customs. A gold and silver-laced hoop went through her clitoral hood and on her delicate folds were small neon blue diamond jewels that matched the studded jewel that was placed at the root of N'Jadaka's penis. She learned it was called the ring and seed of the beloved, an ancient custom of placing jewelry on the private parts of royalty that were a more intimate bonding than just simple wedding bands on fingers.
Together they arrived at a specialized piercer who showed them various precious metals and jewels to be placed on their bodies in preparation for marriage. They chose gold and silver for her hoop to match N'Jadaka's golden jaguar necklace, and the neon blue studded jewels to match the gorgeous blue of N'Jadaka's dick piercing. Yani's vulva was permanently made bald and six piercings were strategically placed on her clit and folds. At first, she thought there would be too much going on down in her coochie, but once it healed and the jewels gleamed with erotic beauty, her pussy literally became worth five million dollars, the value of the rare diamonds and gold only found within their borders. She had the most expensive vagina in the world.
Sometimes, late at night and after a glass of wine, she sat in front of a standing mirror with her legs spread wide, and she admired the royal pussy sparkling back at her. She'd finger her waist beads and wonder at the life she was living.
Queen Yani N'Isiqithi the First. Translation: Queen Yani of the far island, the first of her name.
That was to be her official title once she married N'Jadaka.
Her name would be added to the official Udaku ancestral registry and she would have a brand new portrait created that would hang in the palace. Under Umama's tutelage, she slowly began to carry herself in a different way. She studied hard and underwent hours of elder interrogation from the Udaku clan women. Old Aunties stepped in for her own mother to help her understand her new place in the world. An Udaku queen was not simply a helpmate or decoration on the king's throne. She was expected to step into a leadership role if anything happened to the king. That pressure squirreled away in the corners of her mind and forced Yani to study harder than she ever did for medical school.
There were plans for her coronation and the very first Queen's ball in over thirty years. So much responsibility rested at her feet and she fought like hell not to get lost in the overwhelming nature of the whole thing. She was no stranger to hard work and juggling multiple responsibilities.
The jewels made her private parts tingle and she fondled herself lazily under the covers of the king's bed. The arousing sensation spread as her inner folds plumped up and the jewels did what they were supposed to do, arousing her even more. Her fingers became slippery and she simply smacked her hand against her vulva the way N'Jadaka liked to do it. They hadn't been able to have sex until she healed and the anticipation to have him make love to her had her hips grinding down into the bed. The double-sided studs in her pussy lips made her vulva look like a tapestry of unreal riches. Already her opening throbbed and the tips of her breasts became pebbled peaks.
She gently smacked her vulva again, pretending it was N'Jadaka doing it. Her hips bucked on the bed and she chewed on her bottom lip, mewling with deep guttural moans that flew up to the vaulted ceiling. Yani stopped herself before she went too far. The king made her promise that she wouldn't cum after she healed until he was deep inside her pussy himself.
That was a brutal promise to make, especially when her pussy was so beautiful blinged out, and easily aroused with the new piercings rubbing against her panties all the time creating delicious friction. That was the intended purpose of the queens back in the olden days decorating their pussy. Constant arousal meant constant fucking and more royal babies.
Babies.
Yani removed her hand from her wet folds and sat up.
N'Jadaka wanted more babies. He didn't hide his intent to get her pregnant again. The upcoming birth of T'Challa's son had the king wistful, needing to see Yani pregnant with his seed. He never said it out loud in casual private conversations, but he was always ramping up a breeding kink in their sex before her piercings were put in.
"Look how hard you got my dick, baby! Gonna make me put a baby in that pussy!"
Yani played along with him because it got her man off. He liked holding her big legs up and watching his fat dick plow her walls. She'd whimper and squirm under him.
"Pussy so fat… look how it's taking all this dick… nice and tight too… fuck! Gon' make me nut…fuck, Yani! Make me nut all in this good pussy… get you pregnant again… put a bunch of babies all in this tight pussyyyyy!"
That's all it took to make him hunch up his shoulders and shoot cum until it was pouring out of her opening hot and steamy. Right away he would flip over onto his back and make her ride him. He'd clutch at her breasts and suck on her nipples, his arousal skyrocketing if she teased him with talk of her titties getting bigger again so she could feed his new baby. His titty boy ways always came out when she spoke to him about sharing breast milk with his child, and who she'd have to baby first, him or their infant. A glow would come into his eyes and she knew he wished to see her pregnancy journey from beginning to end. Her breasts would smack together in his face, and the sound of it sent him on his way as heavy spurts of cum filled her up again, his loud voice shouting her name. She knew for a fact that she would be in deep trouble if she weren't on the powerful Wakandan birth control medication. N'Jadaka fucked with a purpose and he would lose his mind once he finally had a chance to see her pussy for the first time with all the royal razzle dazzle added to it. He was already hurting from not being able to have her for weeks in his arms, let alone fucking her. The elders that chaperoned them to get their ring and seed of the beloved forbid him to even get a peek at the jewels once they were placed on her. She followed the rules then, knowing it would drive N'Jadaka wild. It was the only reason why he told her not to have an orgasm until he gave it to her. Yani shivered thinking about the way he would fold her once he saw pussy after two months.
Curling into the fetal position, Yani slept for a couple of hours, then showered for dinner. By then she had fresh new clothes to change into and enjoyed eating with the family in N'Jadaka's impressive dining room. Yani sat in the queen's seat and listened to her children discuss their day as Shuri and Nakia caught up. Dante ate and listened to dual conversations. No one spoke about what was happening in the outside world for the sake of the children. The Council of Elders and Ramonda kept Yani informed of N'Jadaka's new whereabouts, and she had to contain her excitement from Sydette and Riki. Their father was coming home after a long absence. She kept the info to herself, wanting to surprise them before they went to bed.
Hoping he would arrive sooner, Yani found her mood shifting as the evening wore on with no word from N'Jadaka. She was given permission by her betrothal chaperones to stay in the king's home with their children.
The nanny helped Riki and Sydette prepare for bed and Yani stood on the large king's deck watching for the lights of the Royal Talon Fighter to dot the horizon.
"Night Mama!"
Riki bounded into N'Jadaka's bedroom with Sydette.
"Night you two," Yani said giving them kisses and checking the security of their hair bonnets.
She followed them to their separate rooms and bid them sweet dreams before returning to her spot on the deck. After a time, she bathed in perfumed waters and slathered her skin in aromatic oils. Her make-up was natural-looking but perfect for a reunion of lovers. Still tense and alone, she kept watching for her brave king wearing a robe over her nudity.
Darkness shrouded the peace of the city below, and still, no—
Wait!
Yani's breath caught in her throat as a string of beaded lights looking like a line of distant fireflies dotted the horizon. Stinger escorts!
Yani rushed out of the king's bedchamber and ran down to her bedroom to change into a gorgeous gown she had prepared to wear when he came home. She held it against her breasts. If she put it on so late, then he'd know she had been worried. Perhaps it was better to look casual and unbothered by the situation. Showing confidence was what he needed to see from her. Tossing the gown on the bed, she reached into her travel bag and pulled out a sheer white teddy that barely covered her ass… just the way he liked. Checking her reflection in her bedroom mirror, she ran back up to the third floor. The Royal Talon Fighter finally came into view looking like a plump honey bee surrounded by worker drones.
Chills went up and down Yani's arms because of the anticipation of seeing him. By the time the Talon Fighter streaked past the palace headed to the Talon port, she could barely contain herself. She spread her arms out on the deck's thick marble guardrail to help keep her wobbly legs from buckling underneath her in defeat and running down to greet him in the lobby. That was not becoming of a queen. The king was supposed to come for her.
Each breath and each heartbeat became a ticking metronome of time measurement. The only thing that existed in the world at that moment was the sound of his feet moving up... and up... and up all the stairs of his private chamber. Yani kept her body faced toward the night as the heavy footfall sounds carried him closer. The ancient creak of the bedroom door opening almost made her burst into fiery orange embers.
A powerful hand gripped her chin from behind and turned her head sideways. N'Jadaka's lips smothered hers as his huge hot body pressed into her back. Another hand snaked around her waist and held her in place. His tongue swirled in her mouth, his breath warm and tasting of spiced rum and honey. A big hard dick wedged into the crack of her ass cheeks, the heat of it making her skin sweat. Yani gave him ferocious kisses back into his mouth and their lips couldn't stop searching for comfort within one another. They groaned together when he dropped a hand to palm her vulva, feeling the exquisite jewels on her folds.
"Dripping baby…," he groaned into her mouth, spreading her sticky wetness all over her outer lips.
She started dripping wet the moment she spotted his Talon Fighter.
The king dropped to his knees and spread her ass so he could smother the back of her pussy with his lush mouth. Lip-smacking goodness is all Yani heard as he ate a queen properly. She tilted her hips and tooted her ass out further and nearly suffocated him with so much ass and tasty pussy. His loud moans of pleasure broke the silence of the deck.
"…oh shit…oh this pussy is so good, Yani…shit… give Daddy all his pussy…dassit…that's a good girl, that's Daddy's good girl…"
Tears blurred her eyes as he rolled his big tongue across her folds increasing the sensations of her piercings working their pussy magic on her nerve endings.
"You ready to cum for Daddy?" he groaned into her folds.
"Yes!" she shouted.
Her clit thumped against his tongue and lips and the gentle tugging his teeth made on her clit hoop piercing had her gasping and clawing at the marble guardrail, unable to control her pleading for release.
"IwahncumIwahncum…" became her mantra and N'Jadaka laughed into her folds before standing upright.
She whined with disappointment at being denied relief from his pleasuring, but that ended abruptly when he slid that thick dick inside of her, and her tight walls throbbed all over it in anticipation.
"Damn, girl, damn!" he shouted.
Rooted deep inside her, he wasted not one ounce of friction to pluck more groans and begging from her. Her ass cheeks clapped for him and her pussy squelched and trembled from the pressure of being stretched to capacity. His balls slapped and rubbed against her clit while he gripped her hips and moved.
"Feel how hard you got this dick?" he panted.
All Yani could do was shake her head, all the breath fucked out of her.
"Throw it back!"
He smacked her ass twice and she obeyed, slamming back into him, his big dick demanding to reintroduce the hierarchy of needs in their relationship whenever he was away for a long time. Daddy got his first in those situations. At least that's what they pretended with the charade of power in their bedroom.
"I wanna feel it, baby!" N'Jadaka demanded.
She let go.
The build-up, the unbearable tension, the delectable friction, the longing, the weeks of pining for Daddy Dick…
Yani came in hard pulses that squeezed all that big meat and that nigga gagged on the feeling of superb pussy milking cum out of his balls. He exploded with a harsh gasping shriek that made Yani throb even harder with her lush orgasm that flushed her entire body with raging heat.
"Yani…Yani…shiitttttt…Yaniiiii…"
The king was down bad shooting his hot load into creamy pussy heaven. She felt him pull back from crushing her back so he could watch his dick pump cum deep into her womb.
"Keep squeezing that dick…oh with them pretty pussy lips… ooh fuck me bitch!"
Her pussy kept tugging on his dick until he pulled out and slapped her ass hard.
"Go get on the bed!" he commanded.
Yani steadied herself and moved away from the guardrail. She knew his eyes were glued to her big ass jiggling as she walked, shaking his waist beads. Her steps were on the balls of her feet in the way that she was taught to walk by Umama and Ramonda. The sway of her hips hypnotized him. She glanced over her shoulder.
"I only have permission to stay here for tonight on the second floor, I'm not supposed to be in the king's bed yet… not while you're here," she said all breathy and coy.
His eyes were still on her ass, and his hand was on his still erect dick, stroking it just under the wide head. Cum still spilled out of it onto the floor.
"I don't give a fuck!"
Yani laughed and walked even slower into the bedroom.
She unfastened the teddy and dropped it on the floor. N'Jadaka stopped her from walking further, rubbing the head of his dick on her ass. He gripped the back of her neck when she took a step forward and forced her to stay put.
"Stay still."
His rugged voice sounded raw and needy. Just the way she liked it. Jiggling her ass, she made her cheeks jump with a slow lazy rhythm and his breath hitched. He shook off all of his royal clothing.
"Fuck…I missed this big ass so much-"
The words barely came out and he was already ejaculating all over her fatty, ribbons of thick cum streaking white lines all over her oiled-up curves. Yani turned and rested her backside on the edge of the bed.
"I guess we can't get in trouble if I just sit here….hmmm my king?" she purred.
That was a dangerous thing to say to him. His eyes were already glazed over with lust for her. She lifted her legs up high and pulled her pussy lips open so he could see her piercings. The groan he let out made her pussy twitch. His fingers played in her folds tugging on each jewel and dragging her toward release again.
"It's beautiful Yani…so beautiful… you're so perfect… so fucking perfect."
He fell to his knees and ate her out again, taking his time to indulge in pussy play with his tongue and fingers. When he smacked her vulva a few times, she knew he was ready for more fucking, and this time, he was going for his satisfaction first no matter what. His gaze was lost in delirious desire and the need to quench the thirst of being away from her. She played with her nipples for him, hissing in pleasure when he inserted the head of his dick and watched it tug down on her clit.
"Pussy so pretty like this," he said with clenched teeth as he slid in further, her pussy stretching again to accommodate his girth as best it could. They both watch the hoop of her clit piercing line up with his dick piercing and they marveled at the perfect alignment of their bodies. He played with her breasts and nipples, suckled them, and fucked, forcing her eyes to roll back and shut tight at the love he gave her mixed in with all the unbridled lust they carried for each other.
"Can't hold it, Yani," he yelped, his face contorted and swept up in her tight grip on his dick.
He dug in deep and she held onto him, crying, so happy that he was home and with her. N'Jadaka wiped her tears away, kissing her eyelids, and murmuring how much he loved her as he pumped deep strokes. Would every homecoming for him always be like this? She prayed it would be so. Her face stayed on fire even though her body was drenched with sweat and kisses from his lips all over. He watched her titties bounce as he fingered her clit, satisfied with the way he took care of her pussy. Varying his rhythm to keep her satisfied, his eyes soon locked onto hers as his lips bunched into a pout making his face look mean and oh, so hot to her.
She knew what he was thinking.
Yani held her feet above his head and he hunched over her body letting sweat rain down on her.
"We're not supposed to be doing this," she whispered in his ear above the raw grunts falling out of his mouth.
He pumped his dick in her a little faster.
"The elder chaperones said we can't fuck until we get married, my king. I'm not supposed to be in your bed—"
"Fuck," he gasped.
"I should go back to the second floor in case they come checking up on us—"
He slammed her arms above her head and held them down tight, fucking her harder.
"We can't do this…" she pleaded.
A fluttering in the back of her pussy cued her to an oncoming orgasm. But Yani needed him to get her there in a way that would make her feel it in the roots of her hair. That meant giving him what he wanted, even if they were just playing at it.
"Fuck me… keep fucking me all night," he huffed.
"I can't," she said.
She squirmed in his grip, her arms jammed down into the mattress by his powerful grip.
"You gon' fuck this dick like I said."
His tone was rough, the growl deep in his throat made her toes spasm.
"But you might do something that will get us in trouble," she warned.
The pleading in her voice sounded so real that N'Jadaka pulled back just a touch to look at her face.
"We're not using protection," she whispered.
Oh, that was it. That was so it.
N'Jadaka threw back his head and his dick swelled, the thickness engorging everything inside of her. Yani started cumming before the king roared and spilled into her. His body jerked above her and he slammed his hips against her, making sure his dick was planted in her so he could paint her walls with more hot semen.
They gulped and gasped together like fish out of water for a long time before he finally raised off of her.
"You don't play fair at all," he said.
Yani smirked and stroked his moist chest. His skin was shiny with so much sweat. She tried to move back onto the middle of the bed to give them room, but N'Jadaka held her tight against him.
"Yani, I want to get you pregnant again."
He was finally telling her outside of the act. She sat up and leaned in toward him.
"I know."
"And I know you're not ready, not yet. But every time we make love, that's all I think about. Maybe it's all the stress I'm under or all the crazy shit that's happening… like this Tunisia bullshit…I just…I feel like I'm going to miss out on the experience."
His hushed tone scared her. He stroked the side of her head.
"I don't want you worrying that something is going to happen to me. Nakia's pregnancy has made me a little jealous… that's all. I want more kids with you. I want to watch your belly grow. I want to make love with my baby inside of you again when I know it this time. I want to see you give birth and help you bring that life out again. I mean… fuck… thinking about getting you pregnant just turns a nigga on, no lie baby. Most dudes run away from that shit, but I'm running to it. I love being a father. I love waking up every morning knowing there are children waiting to see my face. Every time I look at you I wonder what you will bring me next."
Yani kissed him and he cradled the back of her head.
"When you are ready, tell me and I will do the deed," he said.
He shared more kisses with her, their tongues touching and telling quiet secrets of their future. Yani slid to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, deep-throating him for a long time, thanking him for giving her the space to decide when. Until then, she would fuck every which way she could, letting him know that she was his forever.
N'Jadaka came in her mouth with a soft grunt and she swallowed, happy that she had pleased him on his return. Udaku dick was dangerous. He could really go all night with the heart-shaped herb running through his veins. But she had no special blood or powers, and her pussy and mouth were tired.
She laid on her side and let the king fuck her in her ass before she fell asleep in his arms, his gruff voice telling her over and over, as her eyelids became drowsy and limp, how much he loved and missed her.
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Yani woke up to the sound of her children squealing and laughing like it was Christmas or their birthday. Rolling over on her side, she noticed the left side of the bed was cool and empty. Rubbing her eyes, she wondered if she dreamed of N'Jadaka's return.
No… the royal clothing he shed on the floor and her white sheer teddy was still there waiting for housekeeping to pick up. The king's booming voice in the next room that held his private sitting room chatted with Sydette and Riki. After a few minutes, it became quiet and N'Jadaka came back into the bedroom alone.
"The kids are heading down to help set up breakfast with staff for us. You can relax for another half hour if you want."
"They sounded so happy to see you."
"Yeah, they were. No one told them what happened, huh?"
Yani shook her head.
"I only want them to think you came home early because you wanted to surprise them."
He rubbed her stomach, feeling the waist beads resting on her hip.
"Damn, why you gotta be so fine waking up in the morning?" he said.
Yani grinned and pulled him down next to her. He teased her clit with inquisitive fingers.
"These piercings are everything, Yani. Shit is amazing to look at. Fucking art."
He dipped his fingers into her pussy gently, turning her on. Once she started panting, he took off his robe and pajama bottoms and pushed her thighs open, sliding his girth back into her. He fucked her slowly, taking his time with morning loving. His eyes darted all over her body, taking in her appearance.
"Big… hard… dick…" she gasped.
"That's your dick… you like me stretching you out?"
She whipped her head back and forth on his pillow, grateful that their only discourse had been fucking and not talking about the attempt on his life. He seemed happy not to have that discussion, his focus only on pleasing her and his need for intimate contact. She stroked the nape of his neck and rubbed her hands all over his wide chest as he gave her deep dick.
"I love you," he moaned in her ear, his hips snapping forward to push a hard nut out as quietly as he could.
Yani missed that kind of sex, too. The trying-to-be-quiet-slow-screwing because the kids and household help were around. Their dirty talk was kept only three inches away from their mouths facing each other and the intensity had him pulling out and beating his dick against her folds until a stream of cum soaked her vulva and the covers while she played with her clit. Yani brought herself to orgasm watching his dick pulse in his hand. He played with his jizz by tapping his dick against her folds, liking how it covered her piercings
Yani's kimoyo lit up.
"Nah, cancel any work or queen consort training," he mumbled, stroking his hard dick and eyeing her plump mouth for dick-sucking.
Nakia's avatar popped up. Code red.
"Oh my goodness!" Yani shouted.
She jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom shower, throwing her kimoyo beads over her wrist.
"Yani…hold up—"
Yani ducked her head back out to the annoyed king who had his fat dick upright for her to hop on.
"Nakia is in labor!" Yani shouted.
"Oh, snap!"
N'Jadaka ran out of the bedroom to go to his dressing room to prepare for a new royal birth. Yani burst out laughing at the comical way he left her, then concentrated on talking to Nakia as she practiced her breathing to push out little Toussaint.