Words can not describe the feeling of this man inside her—the sound the water makes with each thrust matching with every hitch of breath. Her eyes filled with tears she tried not to release, and it was all too much that she was on the brink of breaking. How can he look at her with such hunger? Such desire couldn't be natural. He's beautiful. No longer able to hold her tears, they fall, and before he stops, worried that he is hurting her, she grabs his hips to continue his penetration. Eyes locked between one another, lips close to touching, inhaling each other's hot breath, feeling the build-up, they are both on the brink of release. Her stomach tightens at each thrust, and her mind goes blank, swearing he has only gotten more extensive inside her. Her back is arching at the build-up of sexual pleasure, waiting for a release like a broken damn. His stamina is impeccable, his rhythm memorizing, and his hands roam all over her body; she swears no one has ever given such attention and great care to detail in her body. "My Queen." She laughs in tears and pulls him into a loving kiss. His thumbs wipe the tears away, and their tongue fights for dominance. She gives in to the desire for domination. Their kiss was sloppy, but she loved every moment down to the line of saliva that broke apart, landing on her chest.
"Harder." Shuri moans out. She swears she sees the fire in his eyes. She screams at the new pounding he gives her as the water makes a louder, sloshing sound. His face contorted in pleasure, and he hissed, feeling her folds pulsate and tighten around his dick. His head tilts back, and for the first time, he moans. He sounds so beautiful. Pulling herself up, she sucks his neck, ending up with him moaning louder. All Shuri can think of is how she will dedicate herself to hearing this man moan in pleasure just from her.
"So tight, Shuri. So good. Your cunt is mine. I will kill every man who dares take what is mine." He moans in her ears, hands cupping her bottom, keeping her in the adjusted position. "Say it, woman, say that you belong only to your God, my Goddess. My Queen. I need to hear you say it."
"I belong to you, my King, My God, my husband. Fuck your Goddess, so I'll never forget my place." She's not embarrassed at the words that come out of her mouth. She wants this-she can not see herself in any other way with any other person. "Faster, harder, make me scream K'Ku'Ulkan." She doesn't need to say more. "FUCK. DON'T STOP."
Namor grunts obeying her as her words replayed in his head. It had been so long since he enjoyed the pleasures of a woman's body; he was internally frustrated with himself for wanting to cum, but he refused. He won't know the feeling of release until she has had the pleasure of coming one last time for the night.
"I'm gonna cum." Shuri moans as her nails dig into his skin, drawing blood, but he doesn't care. He feels her walls clench tightly around him, and he quickens his pace.
"Oh shit." he chuckles, pushing her left leg wide open and quickly placing his other hand on the back of her head, saving her from banging her head on the stone. With a few more thrusts, she screams his name in pure bliss. Quickening his pace yet again, he grunts, moaning in his release. He had always dreamed of sharing the moment with her, and now he no longer needed it.
Frustration settled in as Attuma glared darkly at Okoye; how many times would she throw him to the wall? Was she still upset about her ex-husband showing up unannounced? "Enough, Woman." His growl had Okoye raise her eyebrow in question.
"Attuma, why so upset? I didn't realize you would take losing so poorly." her sly remark put her over the edge; without recognizing his reactions, Okoye found herself pinned on the floor in a most unexpected position.
"You are testing the waters you do not know how to handle." for once in her life. She gulped at his words. Okoye never gulped. Not with her family, W'Kabi, Queen Mother, and stupid M'Baku. Only one person she had done for was T'Challa's doing, and now Attuma's.
"Warrior, it is not smart to play with fire." the weight of his body felt comforting. He weighs more than W'Kabi, and in some odd sensation, she liked it.
"And what if I want to play with fire?" Attuma raised his eyebrow in surprise.
"The desire to play with fire can be an unwise decision Warrior Okoye." Attuma pressed his weight more, and she swore she could feel his imprint between her legs.
"It seems as if someone is happy." Attuma knew full well what she meant.
"I am a man Okoye." He gets up, pulling her to her feet.
"Be careful, Attuma, the woman you wish to court is watching whoever she is." Okoye turned to leave. She had had enough of sparring and found it annoying this was helping him.
"Lady Okoye, we are not done; no one has yielded." Okoye stopped at her stride and turned to look at him as if he didn't just mock her.
"Do you think I will yield to you?" She glared darkly at him in anger.
"You are walking away, are you not." this bitch. Attuma smirked at seeing the fire in her eyes.
"You think I will yield to you? I have never yielded to you. You are nothing but a blue pain in the ass." He laughs, angering her more.
"I am going to kill you." Attuma smiles, seeing Okoye run towards him with her spear. He's ready for her this time, or maybe not. Attuma chuckles again, flung to the wall and falling to the ground. He looks forward to courting his future wife.