Okoye stood in shock as queen mother and the tribal council passed judgment. W'Kabi is pardoned. She expected he would be denied and banished. She felt happy that he did not have to leave Wakanda; it would be sad to no longer step foot on the land he had ever known. She is happy for him and his family but isn't satisfied with herself. It indeed meant W'Kabi could now have the chance to persuade her. She saw the hope in the man's eyes when he laid it on her, and in some form, she felt dread. Queen Mother dismissed everyone leaving Okoye alone with her to speak. Okoye stood quiet by the Queen, waiting for her to speak. "You are to prepare for Talokan and leave before sundown." Okoye lifted her head up and in realization. Was she always going to pardon W'Kabi?
"Queen mother, may I speak." Okoye needed to know. Somehow she felt she already knew, but she needed to make sure.
"You are permitted." Ramonda smiled lightly.
"You were always going to pardon W'Kabi." her heart raced, waiting for the answer, and in some way, neither would bring her peace.
"It was one of King T'Challa's wishes. He did not wish for W'Kabi to be banished, but he understood that W'Kabi's actions had consequences. My pardoning seems to have surprised you have it not?" Okoye stood quiet. "I respect your decision and have agreed to help you in your divorce, but I know my son's love for his friends, and I understand W'Kabi's reasons when I do not condone them." Ramonda made her way toward Okoye and pulled her into a motherly hug. "I will not apologize for my decision, but I will always listen to your feelings. Especially when your eyes are on another." Okoye looked at queen mother, confused.
"There is no other Queen Mother. I have not taken the time to find another suitor." Okoye declared.
"Do not take me for a fool, Okoye; even when you do not know it yourself, someone has caught your eye. You have caught his." Okoye was confused even more. "Now go get ready."
Okoye dismissed she quickly headed out. Ayo and Aneka looked at her in worry. Okoye had hugged them, informing them that she was to leave, promising to stay in contact with them. Her eyes widened, seeing W'Kabi by the door waiting for her. "W'Kabi, why are you still here?" Okoye knew the answer to the question and feared hearing him say it. She had to say something!
"Waiting for you, my love." Okoye gulped at his words. "Okoye, I wish to speak with you." His hand cupped her face gently, "I wish to make things work for us. I know that you need time, but I know you still love me as much as I love you, and now pardoned means there is a future for us." All Okoye could think of at that moment was her friend and how badly she wanted to beat him with her own hands. Mentally praying, she hoped he was listening.
T'Challa, you're an asshole!
"I am leaving Wakanda," Okoye informed, moving her hand from her face. Walking past him, she prayed that he didn't try to stop her, but she wasn't a fool even when she wanted to be. W'Kabi, confused by this news, gently grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"I don't understand why you are leaving Wakanda. I get pardoned, and you want to leave?" becoming upset with her as she pulled her hand from his grip rolling her eyes.
"I am not leaving Wakanda because you got pardoned. I am leaving Wakanda on a mission, and I am still determining when I am coming back. Queen Mother has given me orders, and I must follow." Standing her ground.
"You are no longer a Dora Okoye." W'Kabi regretted his words seeing her flinch at his words, hurt by it but equally enraged by him.
"I no longer am a Dora, but the Queen still trusts me to follow her orders." Seeing W'Kabi's mother wait patiently for them. "Go home with your family. I am sure your father will be glad to bring you home." Glaring darkly at him, she walks away quickly before he can get another word out, whether to apologize or match her back.
This altercation was not how he had planned for it to go. He had hoped that Okoye would be happy and they would spend time with one another. Being pardoned meant they had a future. W'Kabi sighed, leaving this for another time; he smiled at his mother as she welcomed him with open arms. He hugged her dearly, kissing her forehead. "Bast has shown brightly on you, my son."
Attuma waited patiently. He felt excited at the information Namor had shared with him and felt grateful he would be the one to show her around his home. Finally, without interruptions, Attuma will be able to court Okoye properly. He made sure to come alone for this. He wanted to make sure Okoye had no disruption with him. He stood waiting by her door. She wasn't home, and the thought of her seeing him filled him with anticipation of her reaction. His heart fluttered at the sight of her; what should he say? "Warrior," he shouted, but his smile fell.
Okoye looked pissed. Someone has pissed her off, and he needed to know who. Attuma made his way toward her to comfort his future wife. Okoye pushed past him, not wanting to exchange words, for she was too angry to speak, but he stopped her, pinning her down on the grass and placing himself on top of her. Okoye punched him in the face and kicked him off her. This time it was she that pinned him down. This position he had no mind being in!
Okoye sighed in frustration letting go of his wrist, sitting up, and looking up to the sky. Attuma can see that she is trying to calm down. He placed his hands on her hips, and his thumbs moved counterclockwise and rubbed over her hip bone. His eyes laid over her abdomen, picturing it swollen with life. "Okoye." he watches her sigh heavily, looking down at him.
"My ex-husband has been pardoned. I should be happy for him and his family. I am delighted but do not feel glad because I can see his hope for us." Attuma held onto her hips a little tighter. This information has hit him in the chest. Does she want her ex-husband back?
"Do you wish to be with him?" Attuma needed to know even though the answer would hurt him, this did not mean he would give up. It will be another challenge he will have to face, but he will win, and when he does, he will gladly place her into the position where she will ride him gloriously on their wedding night.
"I do not know," Okoye admits making Attuma slightly relieved.
"You still have feelings for him?" Attuma sits up, still holding her.
"He was my husband. How could I not have feelings for someone I had fallen in love with and dreamed of a future with him? I know that is all in the past, and I do not know if I should either be hopeful or dread my future now." Attuma grabs hold of her thighs, quickly standing up with her thighs kept open.
"You do not need to force yourself; a foolish man pardoned for his actions does not mean you must place your future back in his hands. It is what you want, Warrior." Attuma placed her slowly back on her feet. He took a step back.
"Thank you, Attuma. It feels nice to hear that from you. I should pack my things." he follows her inside her home, waiting patiently. With the sound of knocking, he opens the door. W'Kabi stands surprised at a blue man with a hammerhead shark skeleton on his head.
"Who are you, and why are you here?" W'Kabi glared darkly at him, and this truly intrigued the man to no end.
"Attuma, who is at the door?" Okoye freezes at the sight of him. "W'Kabi, why are you here?" So this is her ex-husband?
"I came to see you before you left to apologize appropriately." W'Kabi glared darkly at Attuma.
"Attuma, this is my ex-husband W'Kabi; W'Kabi, this is Attuma, one of the Talokan's trusted leading generals. He will be taking me to where I am needed to go. I finished packing. Please go home to your family." Attuma stood with pride. He will genuinely enjoy courting her in his homeland; this woman will be his life and the utmost death of him. Indeed what a beautiful sight at the power this Warrior holds upon him. She can shove her spear in his chest for all her cares.
Attuma took her bag from her hand and shoved past him to call out for Chilan, his humpback whale. Attuma Placed her duffle bag into a container to protect it from getting wet; he tied it to Chilan.
Okoye rolled her eyes at both Attuma and W'Kabi. Attuma showed no sign of respect, and she understood. She had shared with Attuma about her past, and he showed disdain for her ex-husband. In her culture, a man's dishonor can affect the entirety of one's family; everything Okoye had earned on her merit was questioned. Attuma shared that a man's dishonor was his fault and a burden to bear. "You didn't tell me your mission was with Talokan." W'Kabi muttered to himself enough for her to hear, "How will I know you are safe." Okoye widened her eyes. He did not just act like her husband and insinuated he was to be in contact with her.
"I do not need to share anything with you. I am capable of taking care of myself. Even if I get hurt, I have Talokan strongest Warrior to watch over me." walking away, she prayed her words hit him right where they needed to. Attuma held out his hand, and for good measure, she smiled at her plan. "Lift me." Attuma nodded his head. He placed his hand on her hips and lifted her, placing himself between her legs. Attuma gracefully jumped onto Chilean's back, slowly letting her go. She sat down, and he positioned himself right behind her, holding onto the rope he placed around his pet. Okoye put the breathing mask on as Attuma's other hand wrapped around her waist to hold her down. Chilan descended underwater, leaving W'Kabi to watch.
"I thought I was the mean one." Attuma chuckled as she rolled her eyes, "Whatever he has said. Do not take it to heart, Warrior."
"I will not be treated as if I can not carry my weight. I am not W'Kabi's wife. I am not fragile."
"No, you are a woman to be loved and feared—a warrior where her people have faith. You married a fool and will no longer be plagued by one." Okoye shivered at his declaration. It had been a long time since someone had spoken to her as T'Challa had. A tear fell from her eye, and in accurate recognition, she missed someone supporting her like this. Attuma is genuinely becoming a good friend.
Okoye watched in fascination. She never realized sea life could be so exotic. It is far better than watching a documentary about the ocean. It is compelling to know more than eighty percent of the sea, leaving her to wonder just how much Attuma has seen. She found herself thinking, would Attuma even show her? Speaking of Attuma, she couldn't ignore her back on his chest. The suit Shuri created kept her warm; it felt like skin, and her back rested on Attuma's chest; she felt every indentation on his muscles. He had a bit of a dad's gut, but it was pure muscle. It didn't look like what the Americans called a beer belly. She found it comforting. She remembers trying to stab him through his abdomen when they first met and hated him when he bested her taking Shuri and RiRi with him. She felt great shame at her loss and was terrified that she would have to explain her failure. She wanted to kill him so badly, and now she laughed at herself, enjoying this moment of peace it had brought her. She didn't mind this form of transportation. Shuri had insisted that she would arrive the way Talokanil operates by showing signs of good faith. Respectfully, she did not want to ride on a fish at the time, but being informed Attuma would take her, she readily accepted the princess had a point. It's not like she liked the man; she just tolerated him, and he was a good sparring partner. He challenged her no one has in a long time. She was curious if anyone in Wakanda could. Okay, maybe she did have feelings but nothing else; she didn't think of him as others do when they like a person, and she didn't fantasize about him. Okoye has no interests, and neither does he. All they have is respect for one another; that is how it will stay. When Ayo had asked if she ever thought of sleeping with him, Okoye made it clear she did not, but neither did deny if she would. Attuma is very attractive to a blue person, and she finds the melanin of his skin underwater beautiful. It has been five years since Okoye slept with W'Kabi, a total of six men. She cannot remember the last time she even pleasured herself. Before her mind went any more south than it already had, she needed to get out of her head.
"I can not wait to see Princess Shuri. Does she know that I am on my way?" She needed to create a conversation that should help her. Okoye knew well her mind was not a safe place for her at the moment.
"You will be able to see Queen Shuri once her cycle is over. I do not know how she is doing, but she is in good hands. They are not to be disturbed during their court mating."
Okoye raised an eyebrow, "Queen? She is not married yet." Attuma chuckles.
"In my culture, Pixan gemale automatically weds you. In the eyes of all of Talokan, she is its Queen."
"Have you found yours?" Okoye couldn't help but ask, feeling a bit nosey.
"It has only happened one hundred and one times documented in our history. Many believe it occurs when people are stubborn about their feelings toward someone they know they love deeply. We find our one true mate for ourselves."
"Have you found yours?" Attuma smiles proudly at her question.
"I have, and she is a very stubborn woman. It will be interesting to court her." Okoye nodded in understanding and felt a weird feeling about his answers.
"Not to pry but is she a civilian or a warrior such as yourself?" Why is she questioning him about this? It has nothing to do with her, but she couldn't help but wonder if this would mean he would soon no longer visit her home to spar with her. She needs her sparring buddy. No one so far has been able to challenge her as he has.
"She is a strong warrior, a true challenger in her right." Who the fuck is this bitch?
Namor couldn't help but smile at Shuri; she pulled him to the ocean like a small child trying to show him what she had found—finding it endearing at such a reaction. In just a few minutes, he feared his future, and now he welcomed his fate. Once again, his beloved Queen was right. He needed her words to soothe his doubt about himself. The love Namor felt reminded him of his mothers. He has lived a long life without it; he wasn't a fool; his people loved him dearly and respected him, but this was a different kind of love. A love he has watched his people share among themselves. "Shuri, slow down before you hurt yourself." She broke into laughter at his words.
"I thought you would be rushing me back to our home with the excitement of knowing you will finally dominate me." Turning to face him, she smirked playfully. "Perhaps the great K'uk'ulkan has changed his mind." His eyes widened at the knowledge this tiny woman had challenged him. Without a word, he instantly picked her up quickly, dismissing Tipit. He will teach her why she should not play with fire. Shuri laughed, putting her mask on before he dived into the sea. She looked forward to having sex in their grotto finally. She noticed Namor had prepared it perfectly for her. Their home is in the middle, while her new workstation is in the back. It was only a five-minute walk away from their tent. Her mother would probably laugh at knowing her daughter would live in a tent, but she didn't care. It was big, and Namor had worked hard on making it a home for both of them. It meant something to her to know that he wanted his house to be as much as hers, and she wouldn't change where she lay her head at night. Namor had shared his ideas with her if they were to have a family of their own he explained how he wanted to expand their home when needed. She had never imagined such a future in life until she met him.
Shuri swore the man had broken his record. Removing her mask, she chuckled at his glare, his mouth now on hers; she inwardly giggled. Pulling away took a few steps back. Namor watched with her as he now looked at her chest. Nipples pearled at the cold air as the thin cloth clung to her skin, making his mouth water. The water now waist deep, he watched as she untied the halter tunic from around her neck, revealing her breast. Once again showing doubt, she placed her arms over her chest. "you are blocking my view." Shur smiled lightly, slowly putting her arms down.
"Are you sure this is what you want? A girl with a boy's chest?" he knew she needed to hear his answer in reassuring her he found her attractive.
"Shuri, I will erase all doubt you have in your foolish head. Your breast is perfect in every way," With each step he took forward, she stepped back. He found himself enjoying the fact that the serpent is cornering his panther. Once her back touched the cold, smooth stone, he struck. Mouth now on hers, he grabbed both wrists and placed them over her head. Pinning her down one leg between hers, she is underneath him, and the warmth of his body is inviting. Shuri struggles to move her arms. She turns her head, breaking the kiss.
"Let me touch you, please." he pants for air, and he obeys, letting her go; she cups his face with both thumbs and traces his beard on his upper lip. Soft, and yet course, she prays he never shaves it off. She feels a fuzzy sensation taking over her body, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. "I think we have waited long enough, don't you?" The changing color of her eyes entranced Namor. "Take me here. I want us both like this before you lay me down on our bed." Who is he to deny the such request? She wanted him but in the air and sea.
"As you wish." his voice heavy with lust and admiration. His lower body is pulsating in need. He is going to take his time. Entirely positioning himself, he pressed his growing member between her thigh, making her gasp at his feet. She pulls him back to kiss her. She Enjoys the hunger he has for her and the desperation to taste her completely. Pulling away, they are both left gasping for air. Both are laughing at each other in moments of vulnerability. "I am in love with you." She gasps in shock at hearing his proclamation. "You do not need to say you love me back. I only wish for you to say it when you are ready."
"Why are you so good to me? I find myself feeling you are giving more than I have." Namor lifts her chin for her to look at him.
"Shuri, I wish to give you all of me and all I have. It is my job to show you that I can love you the way you truly deserve and that I am a protector and a provider."
"How will I know when I am ready to say those words? I am still determining my heat cycle. My emotions, Yours, are genuine, and I need to be sure mine is. Please do not be mad." Namor looks at her kindly. He kisses her one more time, trailing kisses from her jaw to her clavicle and, lastly, her breast. Shuri gasped at the feeling of his mouth so hot and wet; how could such mouth make her feel so pleasured and weak? She holds his jaw underneath his chin, touching his mouth as he suckles her breast. Eyes locked between one another, she gasped for air in pleasure at each pressure he made. The harder he sucked, the more intense she felt, and in such a feeling, his eyes sent shivers down her spine and core; she could not find the words to explain how she felt. This man has made her feel more than any other person has made her feel. His hand grazes her inner thigh riding up to palm her. The joy of going commando filled her mind as he gently rubbed her. How can such calloused hands be so gently to the most sensitive areas of her body? Pulling off her breast with a pop, she watches him kiss the middle of her chest before his mouth takes her unsuckled breast.
He lifts her making her wrap her legs around his torso. Her back, once again feeling the cold that has not touched her body, sends shivers down her spine. Her hands cup his head, pressing him closer for more. He slips a finger between her folds, and she cries out at this new sensation. "Please, I want you inside of me." Namor Pulls from her breast with a sound of a pop.
"Shuri, I am preparing you for this." sliding a second finger, she digs her nails into his shoulder blades, making him hiss.
"How long will this take?" Shuri questioned, gasping at another finger sliding into her core.
"Until you are ready for me. Just endure a little longer." Removing his fingers, he places her back down into the water. "Trust me. I am not of normal size to surface dwellers. If I do not do this right, I can hurt you."
"You make it sound like your dick is unnaturally big," Namor said nothing, making her eyes widen in shock. "Just how big are you, Namor?"
"Big enough to know you are not ready for me now." Shuri places her hand on his covered cock. The horror on her face.
"That is not going to fit." Namor chuckles, shaking his head.
"Trust me. You will be ready to take me whole when I am done." He kisses her lips one more time, tongues fighting for dominance. She feels lightheaded again, and he pulls away, leaving a line of spit between them. "I'm going to eat you now." Namor goes underwater, placing her left leg over his shoulder, and using his fingers to spread her open; he admires his cunt. Her beautiful cunt now belongs to him. What great honor bestowed upon him a feast laid out just for him.
Shuri screamed out in pleasure at the feeling of his mouth over her cunt. Even underwater, being eaten out felt incredible. This man will be the death of her. Namor moans, sending vibrations; she feels pressure building inside her, begging for release. Inserting two of his fingers back inside her, he pumps slowly, unable to see her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"K'uk'ulkan." Shuri screams out his name in pleasure, moaning, panting, gasping for air shuddering at such bliss she can not control. One hand rests on his free shoulder while the other holds onto the back of his head. She finds herself moving her hips. Namor chuckles, hearing her feeling prideful; he is making her undone just by his mouth and fingers. He can only imagine how she will sound with his cock buried inside her folds. His lower region twitches with anticipation, making him want to bury himself inside her, but he won't. Not yet; he wants to taste her more. Her juices were so addictive that he could find his mouth between her legs for hours. "K'uk'ulkan," Shuri, barely able to make another sound or breathe out air, is left crying in ecstasy and screams at another earth-shattering orgasm that leaves her limp on the rock. Her body twitches as Namor rises out of the water, holding her hips to keep her still; he smiles at the aftermath he has caused. Her eyes tinted a few shades darker. Freeing himself from his restraints, she whimpers at his length, slowly teasing her folds, letting her know what is next to come.
"Shuri, this will hurt only a little. Hold onto me." Taking a breath, she nods; unable to speak, she feels the head of his cock placed at her entrance. Their foreheads touch. She jolts upwards, screaming at his mushroom-capped cock piercing between her walls, stretching her. Shuri gasped, wincing in pain, and he slowly continued his penetration. Namor hisses at how tight she is, groaning at such heat that encases his length. He wanted to continue slowly, but this wasn't about him; it was all about her. He slams himself to the brim with a soft apology, and her sharp screams pierce the grotto. Tears fall, and he gently wipes them away; kissing her temple, he waits for her to adjust.
"Your too big." her voice cracks, "It hurts." he feels guilty but pushes it aside. After she adjusts, her pain will turn to pleasure.
"Forgive me, my love. I promise it will feel better. Tell me when you are ready for me to move." Shuri laid her head in the crook of his shoulder, trying to adjust; it was painful, but the feeling of being filled. After a few more seconds, she moved her hips, wincing, ready for me to move.
"Say it with your words Shuri."
"Please move." with those two words, Namor slowly pulls out, halfway re-entering back inside her. Shuri gasped in pain at each thrust he made. Finally, he's inside her. She no longer needs to imagine or dream of his cock embedded inside her. "You're too big. I'm going to break." He chuckled at her words.
"Trust me, my love, you won't break. I'll be gentle until you no longer want me to." pleasure finally takes its place she moans at each thrust. No longer pulling out halfway, Namor pulls out to the tip. Finally, after all these months, he feels more at home. His imagination is nothing compared to reality.