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belauriette · 2 years ago

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Revenge

Idris Elba as Marcus

WARNING: EXHIBITIONISM, HARDCORE, CHEATING, SMUT, 18+

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“ This is a good Friday. We got a 4 day weekend and we finished early? This day couldn’t get any better. “ Marcus’s co-worker John says while packing up his briefcase.

“ I know right. Vanessa is gonna be happy about this. With our busy schedules, we’ve been trying to find some alone time together. “ Marcus says while grabbing his briefcase.

“ Well you go ahead and get home to your wife, i’ll see you next week man. “

John daps him before leaving. Marcus tries calling Vanessa but she didn’t answer. Assuming she was napping, he went to a nearby flower shop and picked up her favorite flowers and drove home. When he got home, he walked in through the front door and quietly took off his shoes and jacket to surprise her. He snuck upstairs with the flowers and the closer he got to the bedroom door, he heard her moaning. He peaks through the cracked bedroom door and saw the worst thing that could happen to someone in a marriage.

In their bedroom, he saw Vanessa riding a unfamiliar man in their bed. The man wrapped his arm around her waist to switch positions and when the man flipped them both over, he got a quick look at his face and seen that it was his best friend Isaiah. Marcus’s heart was in his stomach. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

He went downstairs quietly while tears were running down his face. He was so angry and hurt he didn’t know what to do. He slammed the flowers on the couch and wanted so badly to trash the place but didn’t want to alert them upstairs. Marcus sat on the couch thinking of what to do and a crazy idea lit up in his head. Marcus took off his tie and dress shirt leaving him in his tank top and trousers. He walked over to a hallway closet and opened up their safe to grab his 9 MM. He placed the weapon in his waistband and grabbed 2 chairs from the kitchen table and rope from the closet and carried them upstairs.

He sat them outside of the door and kicked the door open making them jump and Vanessa hop off of Isaiah.

“ Oh my god babe! “ Vanessa says in shock while covering herself with the blanket.

“ Shit! “ Isaiah says while covering himself up as well.

“ So this is what the fuck you do while taking care of us?! You cheating on me ?! and with my bestfriend ?! “ Marcus yelled.

“ I-I Babe it’s not what it looks like i swe- “ Vanessa begins to say.

“ Don’t give me that bullshit Vanessa! Are you fucking kidding me?! And you’re really gonna fuck my wife?! “ Marcus says speaking to Isaiah.

“ Just let us explain ma- “

Isaiah begins to get up but Marcus pulls the gun out of his waistband and points it at him making fear wash all over Isaiah’s face.

“ Sit. The Fuck. Down. “ Marcus says sternly making Vanessa scream.

“ Baby please put the gun down! “ Vanessa cried.

“ SHUTUP! “ Marcus says making them both jump. Isaiah sits down beside Vanessa.

“ I can’t believe this shit. 5 years of marriage. 7 years together and you just flushed it down the drain. Why?! “ Marcus asked making them both go quiet.

“ Oh so nobody wants to answer? Okay. “

Marcus backs up into the hall while still pointing the gun at them both and grabs the chairs one by one and tosses them into the room.

“ Isaiah sit your ass down in this chair and you come and tie him up. “ Marcus says making them both confused.

“ What? “

“ Am I speaking another language? MOVE! “

Isaiah and Vanessa both jumped at his yelling and got up and walked over to the chair. Isaiah sat down and Marcus threw rope at Vanessa’s chest. Vanessa whimpered with tears running down her face and begin to tie up Isaiah’s hands and ankles to the chair.

“ Tighter. “

Vanessa pulls the knot tighter and sits down in the other chair.

“ Baby please you don’t have to do this. I love you. I’m so- “

“ I don’t want to hear that shit. Shut the fuck up. “

Marcus puts the gun back in his waistband and ties her up to the chair. He makes sure both of the ties were tight before sitting on the edge of the bed to face them. He looked at them both angrily while his leg bounced.

“ Y/N is a good woman. All these years you’ve been begging for a good woman to come into your life and you get one and screw it up. How do you think she’s gonna feel when she finds out about this? Especially since the woman you cheated with is her own best friend too. “ Marcus speaks up.

“ Don’t bring her into this. She doesn’t need to know. “ Isaiah says with tears down his face.

“ Please leave her out of this Marcus! We can work this out privately! “ Vanessa speaks up.

“ Nah. She deserves to know this shit. “

Marcus walks over to Isaiah’s pants and pulls out his phone out the pocket. Isaiah begged and pleaded for him to not call you but Marcus wasn’t listening. Getting tired of them talking. Marcus walked over to the closet and grabbed 2 bandannas and tied it over their mouths. Marcus sits back on the edge of the bed and calls you on FaceTime with Isaiah’s phone.

You’re currently at work on your break from doing surgeries when you got a call from Isaiah’s phone. Seeing his name pop up on your screen made you smile but you were also confused on why he was calling you at this time.

“ Hey baby. I’m surprised yo- Marcus? What are you doing with Isaiah’s phone? Is he okay?! “ You sat up with concern on your face.

“ Oh yes he’s fine. For now. I just came home early from work to surprise my wife but she surprised me when i found her in bed having sex with Isaiah. “

“ W-wait what? Marcus you’re talking crazy right now. What are y- “

Colin had flipped the camera around to show you Isaiah and Vanessa tied up in their chairs while naked. Isaiah’s tried talking but couldn’t form a word with his mouth tied up. You gasped and covered your mouth with tears beginning to form in your eyes. Marcus turned the camera back on him.

“ Believe me now? “

“ Whatever you’re about to do. Wait until i get there. “ You sniffed while wiping your face.

“ Alright. The back door is unlocked. See you soon. “

Marcus hangs up the phone and Isaiah looks at him angrily while trying to get out of his ties. Vanessa sat there with her head down in shame. You got yourself together and changed into This. After 30 mins of waiting, Marcus heard the door downstairs open and footsteps come up. When you walked into the doorway, Marcus stood up. You walked from behind Isaiah and Vanessa to come into their view. You pulled the bandanna out of Isaiah’s mouth.

“Baby you gotta help u- “

“ Why “

You asked sternly. Isaiah knew you were asking about why he stepped out on you and sighed.

“ You were always so busy! I was lonely and needed you and you weren’t there! “

“ Oh so that’s your excuse? You didn’t think i wanted to be home with you? You didn’t think i was lonely? I was but i never thought for a second on stepping out on you! “ You yelled.

Marcus walked over to Vanessa and pulled the bandanna out of her mouth.

“ Let me guess. You felt the same way. “

“ Y-Yes. Baby please let us go! We can work through this! It won’t happen again! “

Marcus shook his head and placed the bandanna back over her mouth and you did the same to Isaiah.

“ What do you wanna do with them. “

You asked while staring them down with your arms crossed. Marcus sat his gun on the dresser and walks over to you and whispers in your ear ‘how about we give them a taste of their own medicine but right in front of them?’. You looked at him while smirking.

“ You serious? “

You asked while turning to face him. Marcus didn’t say another word but pull you into him and smashed his lips onto yours. You kissed back while running your hands to his belt buckle and undoing his belt. At this point, both Isaiah and Vanessa were panicking and yelling against the bandanna at what they were about to see. Once you heard Marcus’s pants drop, you dropped to your knees and came face to face with his 10 inch dick.

“ Fuck.. You’re so big and heavy. How could you let this go Nes? “

You asked her while smirking. While looking at them both, you inserted him into your mouth making him moan at the warmth and wetness of your mouth. You popped him out of your mouth and licked your lips.

“ You taste so good.. I bet that nut taste even better. “ You smirked up at him while slowly jerking him off.

“ Only one way to find out. “

He says while pushing your hair behind your ears as you wrapped your lips around him again. You begin to suck on him and fit him into your mouth as much as you could. His moans made your pussy soak. You started to suck faster while massaging his heavy sac.

“ Just like that baby.. fuck. Damn Isaiah, your wife has a good mouth on her. She even takes me better than you Nes. “

Marcus bragged making them look at him with tears down their faces. After sucking for awhile, Marcus grabbed your hair into a ponytail and started thrust into your throat making you gag and drool all over your dress. You held onto his thighs for support and let him have control over you.

“ Pretty ass lips wrapped around my dick.. I’ma fill up all your holes.. “

He moaned as he continued on. After awhile, his breathing started to change signaling that he was about to nut. He pulled out of your throat and held your head back while jerking himself off with his tip on your tongue.

“ Fuck.. it’s coming.. swallow all that nut.. SHIT! “

He groaned out as his nut shot out onto your tongue. You moaned at the taste of him and sucked on his tip to get the rest out. You swallowed every drop and stuck out your tongue to show him. He picked you up and sucked on your tongue before engaging in a tongue kiss with you and carrying you to the bed. He laid you on the bed with your head laying near the edge and helped you take off your dress and panties. You brought your legs back and Marcus taps his dick onto your wet pussy.

Ignoring all the cries from Isaiah and Vanessa, Marcus inserts himself slowly into your pussy making your mouth gradually drop as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside your wet canal.

“ You’re so big.. shit.. “ You say breathlessly while trying to adjust to his size.

“ You wrapped around me like a glove. Damn you feel good around me.. “

He says before starting to thrust. You begin to moan as he penetrated your pussy. You never had someone his size before and it was kinda tough to take it but you loved a challenge. You looked down at your pussy gripping him as he slid in and out. Without warning, Marcus begins pounding your pussy making your moans grow increasingly loud.

“ Oh fuck yes! Oh my god i can feel your dick stretching my pussy as you fuck me! “

You moaned loudly before throwing your head back. Marcus smirked while grabbing your throat and pinning one of your legs back into the bed keeping you in place as he started to pound deeper making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth drop.

“ Yeah look at that face.. You see how much your wife is loving this dick? He ever had you like this before Y/N? “ Marcus asked making you shake your head and finally breathe out.

“ No.. Fuck! You’re stuffing this pussy so good! “

Isaiah wanted this to end but this was just the beginning. He never seen you act like this in bed before. As Marcus continued thrusting, he starts hitting your spot and a strange feeling begin to arise.

“ Oh shit! Wait I have to pee Marcus! “ You say while trying to grab at his thighs.

“ That’s not what’s about to happen baby. “

He says while not letting up. A few seconds later, you screamed out in pleasure as your pussy pushed his dick out and begin to squirt all over his stomach. Marcus quickly leaned down and caught some of your juices with his mouth. Isaiah eyes widen and both him and Vanessa squirmed in their chairs trying to break free still.

“ Fuck! Oh my god! “

You moaned loudly as your legs shook from the intense orgasm you experienced. You looked down and seen Marcus’s wet face come face to face with your pussy.

“ So damn wet.. Look at swollen clit.. “

He says before latching onto your sensitive bud making your body seize up. You moaned loudly as your legs trembled from the overwhelming sensation. You tried to push his head back but he wasn’t budging.

“ Oh my fucking god! Oh baby! “

You screamed in pleasure. Marcus finally releases your clit and licks you clean. He comes up to your face and both of you shared a sloppy tongue kiss. Marcus pulls away and turns you on your stomach before spanking your ass making you moan and giggle. You put yourself in the all fours position and now your facing Isaiah and Vanessa. Marcus gets behind you and inserts himself back inside you and you moan while looking at Vanessa with a smirk on your face as Marcus starts pounding you from behind.

“ Oh fuck i love your husbands dick. He fucks me better than Isaiah ever did. “

You moaned before closing your eyes. Feeling Marcus pound your pussy in was a feeling you never wanted to end. Marcus stops mid thrust to prop his leg up and starts pounding again. Your mouth dropped as you felt him get deeper and deeper in your pussy.

“ Oh yes.. keep pounding that pussy baby!“

You moaned while biting your lips with your eyes still closed. He puts his hand on your back and pushes your upper half into the bed putting you in the face down ass up position and gets a deeper angle making you squeal. You started to feel him get closer and closer to your cervix making you scream out in pleasure and repeatedly say ‘Oh God! Oh yes!’. You started to grip the sheets as it started to feel so painfully good.

“ Oh shit! Fuck! “ You moaned out.

“ Yeah you taking that fucking dick.. “ He groaned while smacking your ass with one hand gripping your waist with the other.

“ Yes daddy give me that dick! Give me that good dick! “

“ Ohh shit. I’m about to cum. Fuck i’m about to bust all in your wife’s good pussy Isaiah. “

He says as he started to feel his nut arriving. You were moaning uncontrollably at this point and a few thrusts later, Marcus sends you a sharp thrust making you scream as he filled up your pussy with his seed. He groaned loudly while keeping himself deep inside you as his seed left him. You both stayed in position and breathed heavily.

“ Oh my god that was amazing. I’ve never been fucked like that before. “ You chuckled while trying to catch your breathe.

“ Well there’s plenty more from what that came from. “ He pulls out and watches as his nut spills out of your pussy.

“ What are you going to do with them? “ You say while getting yourself dressed.

“ I’ma let them go. They can’t prove none of this happened anyway. We’re getting a divorce Vanessa, i want your shit out today. “ Marcus says while removing her bandanna.

“ Same for you sir. “

You smirked while removing Isaiah’s. They both sat their in shock at what they just witnessed. You and Marcus shared a kiss before you walked out the house.

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belauriette · 2 years ago

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Could I request Erik having an arranged marriage with a woman from a nearby tribe in Wakanda? She’s totally inexperienced; virgin, never been kissed.

“Holy Matrimony”

wc: 8.0k

cw: black!femreader, Black Panther Erik Killmonger, breeding kink, virgin/virginity loss, oral (f & m), fingering, handjob, facial, (slight) face f*cking, slapping, dumbification, corruption, overstimulation, praise, tummy bulge, size kink, spanking, choking, daddy!kink, facial, pussy slapping

song: 1er Gaou- Magic System

Author's Note: This is my very first reader request! Sorry I tried not to make it long but then I started listening to music then fantasizing and blah! I pulled inspiration for the tribes from both the Movie and the comics. Thank you, hope you like it!

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“Are you ready?”

Y/N cocked her head to the side as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was puzzled…

Not that long ago, was running the streets with Abeni and Panya. Playing, fishing, and hiking. Worshipping Sekhmet, the Lion Goddess.

Years ago, the goddess had revealed herself to Y/N, blessing her to become an avatar of the goddess herself. It was a secret her tribe kept from the rest of Wakanda. The Lion Goddess had lost many worshipers over the years to the Cult of the Panther God. They were small in numbers compared to the rest of the tribes, and to increase their numbers and integrate back into Wakandan society.

She was to become queen consort to Prince N’Jadaka. Son of betrayer Prince N’Jobu. Monster.

Killmonger.

Wakandans had not forgotten the atrocities he put their country through. Through the grace of King T’Challa, Queen Mother Ramonda, and the Tribal Council, he was allowed a second chance.

The requisites of his second chance?

He was to take a bride.

“Entle… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as beautiful as you are at this moment.”

“Mother…”

Y/N turned to her mother. As leader of their tribe, and on this special occasion, she was dressed in ceremonial gear. White ochre face paint mimicking the main of a lion. Her headdress. Elaborate. Made from ostrich and lion man, it stood tall. The beads of her necklace clacked against her chest as she approached her daughter.

“Kutheni ubuso obude? This is a joyous occasion. My only daughter. Princess. Joining the ranks of the highest family in our country.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to her vanity. For days, Y/N had gone through the bridal tradition. Saffron and milk baths. Facials. Massages. Sacrifices to Sekhmet under the moonlight.

“How can I be happy, mother?”

“Utsho kanjani?”

“I don’t get a say in any of this!”

Slamming her hands on the vanity, the makeup and other knickknacks toppled over. Standing, she paced as her mother watched with an indecipherable expression.

“I wanted to marry for love! I wanted to pick my husband. Instead, I am sold to the highest bidder!”

It was her mother and Queen Mother Ramonda that decided this heinous fate.

Y/N powers mixed with the Bashenga bloodline would create offspring that would be insurmountable in power. Better than any Wakanda had ever seen. Queen Mother offered her mother a tribe a seat on the council, more than enough resources to feed and clothed their people than they could handle. Access to better technology. Weapons.

Cattle. She was treated like cattle.

The first time they presented her in front of Killmonger, it was hard to deny his allure.

Dark piercing eyes. Muscles on muscles. Calculating smile. He didn’t hide his obvious ogling of her body. Lingering on her breasts. Legs. The curve of her behind. Y/N couldn’t help but pull the fabrics of her gown closer to her body as if he could see through it. He felt like a fiery beast hovering for the kill, and he promptly agreed to the arrangement. Now, a week later, here she was.

“Y/N, we talked about this—”

“No, you talked with everyone else but me! Were there no other available women that would gladly go to this slaughter?”

“It is not a slaughter.”

During the wedding preparations, she and Killmonger had to meet. He was a barbaric man. Snapping and growling at things he disliked. Pushing his body closer to hers on the couch. The resentment in her eyes didn’t deter him. It seemed to fuel him. Closer and closer, he would move. His fingers brushing against her thighs for only for her to shrink away or hop up claiming to need the restroom when chased her to the edge of the couch.

“Ntombi, uyazi ukuba kufuneka kwenziwe oku. This is not just about you. This is about the future of your people!” Her mother stomped the spear in her hand against the floor.

It was what her mother had told her since her birth. Blessed as leaders, their responsibility was always their people.

“I did not raise you to be this selfish.”

“Is it selfish to care about my own wellbeing?”

Her mother rolled her eyes. Standing, she ambled towards her. Pushing a strand of her curly hair out of her face that had escaped from her head wrapped.

“It is not, but sometimes in life we are called to a higher purpose—” Y/N shoulders deflated and her mother cupped her chin—“Your destiny was decided the moment Sekhmet blessed me with you in my womb.”

“It is not fair.”

“That does not matter.”

Y/N had no desire to get married right now. There was too much to do. Too many things to try. Her powers she had to learn. She planned to usher her tribe into a new era. Educating their women in the art of technology and combat.

Her heart twisted.

Osei.

Her childhood sweetheart. A sweet man. He spent his days teaching the children. Read her poetry. Brought her flowers. She was saving herself for his touch. To finally know fleshly pleasure with him.

“Osei—”

“Will find another girl and live a peasant life. You will become a queen consort!”

“Ndiyayithiya le!”

Her mother patted her cheek. “Better to air your grievances right now. You do not want dark thoughts in your mind when you consummate the marriage.”

Y/N’s body jerked at the knowledge. If she was to judge from the hungry look in Killmonger’s gaze, he would not be gentle. Safiya, an older girl who married several years earlier, always complained to Y/N, Abeni, and Panya about her husband.

To say she was suffering was an understatement. Safiya had to endure her husband mounting her like a broodmare, night after night, only seeking his only pleasure and leaving her in pain and humiliation. From the sounds of it, it was horrible and Y/N did not want to suffer that same fate.

“How can I not have dark thoughts while Killmonger mounts me like an animal?”

There was a knock on the door and Abeni peeked her head in. “It is time.”

Y/N and her mother locked eyes. The thought of offering her body to a man like Killmonger, to do whatever god-awful things he wanted to her, was horrendous. Her life was changing irrevocably.

“Kakuhle kakhulu. Let’s take our places then.”

Casting Y/N a look, Abeni bowed as her mother passed her and exited the room.

“You look as if you want to cry.”

“I do.” Y/N collapsed onto the couch. Abeni hurried to her. Her blue gown swishing as she pulled Y/N into her arms.

“There, there. It won’t be all bad.”

“It will. You’ve seen what Killmonger has done in the past. What’s to say he has changed?”

There was a small population of Wakandans that did not trust the rehabilitation of Killmonger. They believed he was a viper. Waiting to strike again at a moment of weakness.

“Who’s to say he has not? You found out the truth like everyone else. King T’Chaka killed N’Jobu. And hid it for years. It was not right for N’Jadaka to take a route of violence, but what do you expect when one’s been abandoned?”

“So now you feel for this monster?”

Abeni sighed. “I’m saying you need to think broader. Humans are unpredictable. This may not be as bad as you think.”

The door opened again and Panya, one baby on her hip and a protruding belly, stomped her foot.

“The two of you are taking too long! Let’s go.”

Y/N and Abeni rise. Fixing her beaded necklace and choker, Abeni doubled checked that everything on her was correct.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” Panya sighed. Her eyes traveled down the blue gown. Intricate weavings of yellow, green, and red patterns. Abeni brought her veil over her face.

“I am but a lamb to the slaughter.”

Panya smacked her lips. “Aye! Not today. Let’s go.”

The wedding would happen on her Tribe’s land. Afterwards, Killmonger would bring her back to The Golden City where they would stay in the Citadel.

Flowers adorned the walkway leading to the courtyard, where everyone waited. Panya led them, followed by Abeni. Many of her fellow tribe bowed and blew kisses to her as she passed. Not wanting to show emotion. Not wanting to show that she had no choice but to bend to her mother’s will. She kept her eyes forward.

They stood on the edge of the courtyard. The guest came from tribes all over Wakandan, in their ceremonial robes, headdresses, and paint. A few outsiders were permitted as well. The sun shone brightly overhead, as if the Lion Goddess were blessing this union as well. Stacks of food. Flowers. Weapons lined the aisle to her waiting husband.

Y/N closed her eyes as Abeni handed her the bouquet.

The music began. Abeni and Panya began the wedding march. Dancing and shouting. The guest joined in and for a moment Y/N allowed herself to feed into the joyous emotions for a moment. Maybe mother was right. Losing her freedom was minor in the cosmic of fate. It was better to think that she was setting her people up for success. A new era of her tribe was emerging.

Still, the knowledge of the burden she was carrying could not be forgotten. Her mother had killed two birds with one stone. Marry her off to a rich family, and thus, enriching herself and the tribe to live carefree. How was Y/N to continue her training with Sekhmet? Would her husband forbid it?

It was time.

Y/N held her high. Focusing on the shaman next to Killmonger. Her bare feet crunched the dirt and flowers. Shouts and prayers rang out as she walked. Hoping to conceal how her hand shook and her heart raced.

Erik nervously shifted from one foot to the other when he finally saw his bride appear at the aisle. Her gown looked like it was made of silk. It melted over every curve and floated behind her like a cloud. His mouth went dry.

Y/N.

Blood raced, shooting straight to his dick. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. Curly hair. Brown eyes. Full body. Lust coiled through him, and he could imagine himself ripping that dress off her. Pulling out what clips and pins kept her hair up, allowing her hair to cascade over her shoulder. Hands gripping her hips as he fucked her deep and hard.

Licking her lips, he shifted, trying to compose himself because T’Challa and Queen Mother were watching him intently. He couldn’t have his aunt seeing him with a hard dick.

At first, he seethed over T’Challa, Queen Mother, and the Tribal Council’s orders.

A wife? Erik had no desire to get married. Not now. Not thirty years from now. The life he lived; he couldn’t be anybody’s husband. Love didn’t last long in his world, so why should he invite it in?

He only knew they would give him any random broad from a tribe.

He’d only hoped that she had a body that was somewhat fuckable. Or a half-way decent face. Something, anything that could get him through the sex. No man wanted an ugly bitch that couldn’t fuck. Yes. He hadn’t been choosey in the past, but the less than pretty ones made up for it by sucking the skin off his dick.

And if push came to shove, and the broad was just too damn ugly. He could send her ass to his estate in the countryside and he’ll stay in the Citadel.

The first time he met Y/N?

He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. There was something about her. He couldn’t figure out what. Queen Mother and Lion Tribe leader were hushed about her background.

Erik was enraptured by her face. Angelic. Round. Soft. Her eyes were bright, and he watched her play with a few of the children of the tribe. Chasing them. Picking up and tossing them in the air as the children giggled like crazy.

She was the daughter of the tribe’s leader, but she didn’t play into the bullshit hierarchy they liked to do on the Citadel. It intrigued him.

Then Y/N smiled, and he wanted her. Craved her in a way he wanted to hike up her skirt and fuck her right there in public. She was soft and warm, something he’d craved his entire life. Then she finally spotted him and the resentment in her eyes shocked him at first. Y/N made it know she disliked the entire arrangement from the start, but he didn’t care.

It hurt that it was obvious she didn’t want to be near him. Scooted away from him. Left the room. Gave him a polite smile as if he was a stranger on the street.

All Y/N saw him as was a monster. Yes, he was still in some ways. There was another part of him he’d discovered since returning to Wakanda. A side that could only emerge from connecting with his family. A side that wanted stability. Routine. Happiness.

He wanted it with Y/N, but she couldn’t see it? Not when he sent her expensive gifts and flowers. How he tried to skip out on his diplomatic duties to be with her. Erik had a plan. He’d get Y/N to give him a chance, develop some type of affection for him. He knew he’ll be the best fucking husband to her if she gave him a chance.

Y/N broke and took a peek at her husband as the Shaman read the prayer. He was extraordinarily handsome. Up close? Her mouth went dry and her pussy pulsed. He had full, thick lips. Those dark eyes were fixed on her face since she made it to his side. He smelled phenomenal. Dimples appeared when he winked at her.

She’d told herself that she wanted to remember as little of this moment as she could. That’d she seen too many of her fellow tribe women married off to older and mean men. Killmonger was… Something else. He was young. Not much older than her. Why had he chosen her to marry? There were far more beautiful and willing women.

His eyes locked on her, and the blazing desire sent another flutter through her core.

Killmonger wasn’t what she expected.

“Do you, Y/N, take N’Jadaka as your wedded husband for as long as your love lasts?”

All eyes on her. She glanced at Killmonger. Then the shaman.

“Yes.”

“Ngamandla oothixo, you are husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Killmonger stepped closer, bringing his head close to hers. His eyes locked with hers and a brief flash of fear went through her. Her first kiss was in front of a crowd. With a monster. He placed his hands on her waist and drew her body against his. A small gasp escaped her as she felt the hard swell of his manhood on her. Abeni and Panya warned her what was to come once a man was aroused.

To her surprise, he didn’t mash his teeth against hers. His other hand cupped her cheek. His thumb rubbed back and forth, instantly relaxing her. His lips parted and then he pressed them into her mouth, kissing her softly.

She inhaled shakily, unsure how to respond. Tentatively, she kissed him back. When she felt his tongue brush her lips, ask if asking to be let in, she obliged him. She kept her arms by her side, but when his thick tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips before dipping inside. It shocked her. She instinctively gripped his shoulders, and he pulled her closer.

The guest hooted and hollered. Music played once more.

Y/N realized she enjoyed kissing. Or was it because she was kissing him? She felt drunk. His hands exploring her body. His kiss sent new spirals up her spine. Paired with the erratic exploration of her mouth, she felt high.

It was too sweet. Too delicious. The mix of soft and hard licks and sucking. She dug her nails into his shoulders. Tilting her head to the side, allowing him deeper access.

A moan exploded from them both.

That reminded her they were not in the private. It was a reminder that she was kissing him, not of her own free will. This was Killmonger. She shouldn’t allow herself such liberties with him, but her body ignored her.

Did all husbands kiss their wives like this? So wantonly? Uncaring of who might see? Seductive.

She wanted to pull away, but she couldn’t stop. Her lips and body continued to respond. The heat of his hands burned through her gown as he fisted the material. She heard the clearing of several throats, and even Queen Mother hollered his name before he finally released her and she panted.

“Damn baby,” he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “You taste so fucking good. I promise you, tonight? We’re fuckin’ all night.”

She gasped. Her body flushed at his blatant language, but her body seemed to respond to the crude demand. Unable to take his stare, she fixed her gaze on the crowd, then to the front room where her mother sat next to Queen Mother. Killmonger chucked arrogantly next to her as he led her down the aisle.

Each step away from the watchful eyes of the crowd, Y/N did indeed feel like a lamb to the slaughter. Albeit. A willing one.

Erik couldn’t wait to get this shit over with.

People danced. Drank. Sang off-key to the music. He glanced at his wife. They both had changed. She wore a white, almost translucent, off shoulder long sleeve dress that made her look like an angel. He wore matching pants and tunic, nodding at whatever bullshit the millionth guest that came up to their table wanted to say.

There were more important things he wanted to do. From the way Y/N responded to a kiss, he knew she was a virgin. She couldn’t deny that shit. That riled him up more. There were things he wanted to show her things… Nasty things, and he bet she would be a willing student.

“Blessing to you both! Blessings, blessings, blessings! Lots of children, yes?” An older, heavyset woman. Y/N told him her name, but he forgot the shit just as quickly.

“Enkosi makhulu—” Y/N glanced at him. He raised a brow, and she looked away. “In the Goddess’ due time.”

“Don’t know about the Goddess…” Erik placed his arm on the back of her chair. His fingers grazing her bare skin and Y/N flinched. “Could fuck around and it happen tonight.”

The older woman and Y/N gasped and looked at him.

“Oh ukulunga kwam, potent then, young man?”

“Grandmother!” Y/N exclaimed, and she ducked her head. Erik laughed.

“Somethin’ like that.”

“Well…” The older woman eyed him with newfound respect. “Sekhmet has blessed you well, daughter.”

One last glance at him, the older woman left. Her tribe had some bomb ass liquor. Almost as good as his Hennessey, and he took a swig of it when she sat back and looked at him.

“Listen here Killmonger—”

“Erik. Or better yet, husband.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

“You cannot speak about… Private matters between a man and wife in public. It is indecent.”

“Indecent?”

“Yes.”

Erik finished his wine and signaled for a servant to refill it. Sitting up, he scooted closer to her, and she retreated. “Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“We’re gonna be married for a long time—”

“Goddess willing, we won’t.”

He pulled back at the harshness in his tone. So, his little wife had a backbone, after all?

“You can pray to your goddess and shit, but listen to what I’m tellin’ you right now.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as he leaned in closer. To the guest, they looked like a blissful newlywed. Not the reality. He was dangerous and horny. She was terrified and aroused, despite everything.

“I say what the fuck I want, when I want. Call it a character flaw, maybe I’ll get better with age. I doubt the shit. It’s one of the many things you’re gonna have to learn about me, baby.”

“I pray I learn little.”

So, she wanted to stay with the cold shoulder shit?

“Still gonna be mean to me when I make yo’ ass cum so hard you see the ancestors?”

Y/N sucked in a breath. They held the others’ gaze. He couldn’t stop himself when he cupped the back of her head. His lips were hard and searching. A cruel ravishment.

“Blessings from Bast and Sekhmet!”

“Here! Here!”

Erik released her lips with a pop. They were wet and swollen and he bit his bottom lip as he took his thumb, rubbing the spit into her bottom lip.

“It’s a matter of time before I get you alone. Better enjoy this party and shit now.”

Sitting back, he drank his refilled cup. Smiling at a bunch of men who offered money and presents. He felt Y/N’s gaze on him, but he didn’t care. He meant that shit.

It was a custom for her tribe, for a newlywed couple to spend the night in the ceremonial hut.

Y/N had seen this happened dozens of times. The tribe lined the walkway. Touching the couple as they passed with blessings and well wishes. She gripped Killmonger’s head, eyes on the door as they neared. Sparing a glance over her shoulder, Abeni, Panya, and her mother watched.

They waved, blowing a kiss before he pushed her into the hut and closed the door.

Her face remained expressionless, and she could only imagine the things Killmonger would do to her. Y/N had an understanding about the goings on between husband and wife, and she knew there was no escape. He locked the door.

Their hut was beautiful. A gorgeous canopy sat in the middle of the room. White fluffy sheets with gauzy linen. A fire place sat across from it. Lit. A fur rug is in front of the fire. Artwork from the tribe lined the walls. Her bags. Abeni and Panya packed it for her, sat on the floor, and she hurried to them.

“I need… A moment. If that is, okay?”

Killmonger turned. She held the bags like a defense backing up to the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of the room. It was lit by dozens of candles, a porcelain tub, and windows before she blocked his entry.

“Do what you need to do.”

Y/N bowed quickly.

“Don’t be takin’ too long and shit. I’ll come in there and get you.”

She gulped, her eyes like saucers before she ducked inside, shutting the door with a click.

Goddess, where are you?

Stepping out of her gown, she bathed quickly. Partially not wanting to anger Killmonger. The other half… A traitorous half. Yearned for what was next. Y/N never voiced these thoughts, but… She envied some of the wilder women of her tribe. Those that did not subscribe to the ancient rules of the women. They liked to talk. Tell stories of pleasure from lovers far and wide.

It was only something Y/N could wish for. Imagine when she touched herself at night.

Now it was here. There was nowhere to go but out into the room. To her destiny.

Her bridal robe was sheer. Tied at the neck, it offered a modest amount of coverage, but not enough she would have liked. When she stepped out, the room had darkened some. The fire place managed most of the light but candles were placed all around. Killmonger sat at the foot of the bed, staring into the fire, naked.

Shutting the door, he looked up. His eyes swept over her body, lingering on her breast for more than a few seconds. She couldn’t stop the tingling in between her thighs or the hardening of her nipples. He stood. She fixed her gaze on the floor and bit her lip.

“C’mere.”

Obeying, she took small steps toward him. Keeping her gaze on the floor, she pulled at the string around her neck. The robe falling in a heap.

“I am yours to mount, as you will.” Why fight? There was no escape.

Killmonger cursed. “Mount? What old ass terminology is that?”

Y/N glanced at him. Amusement and frustration were mixed in his expression.

“From what I’ve heard from married women. There is no pleasure to be had by the women. It is merely meant to satisfy… The man.”

He laughed. “Really? Who’s tellin’ you this shit?”

“Women I know that are married.”

“Their husbands are pieces of shit, then.”

Y/N looked at him curiously, but sighed in relief.

He took a step toward her, his arms circling her waist as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“It ain’t about… Mounting and shit. Don’t worry, baby. You won’t feel any pain or nothin’. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be beggin’ me for more.”

His lips met hers, pressing softly against them. To her surprise, he didn’t behave like a barbarian. He wrapped his arms around her midriff, rubbing soothing circles that had her melting into his embrace. She moaned softly as he bit her lower lip, tongues clashing as he pulled her into a rough, heated kiss.

Y/N had thought of her first time with Osei many, many times before. She always imagined something gentle. Easy. With Killmonger, she realized she wanted… More. She loved the roughness of his grip. The shakiness of her breath. His dominance over her. His hands went to her hips, gripping her to the point of pain as he pressed his manhood against her.

She wanted to feel Killmonger. All of him. All over her. In her.

His lips left hers, trailing down her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gave himself to his touch. It was traitorous how her body gave itself away so easily. He sucked hard on her neck, and she realized what he was doing. She’d seen other girls in the tribe with them. Often, they would giggle and show the love bite proudly. Walk with a pep in their step. Now she would be one of them.

“Killmonger—”

He bit hard and Y/N grinds her body against his. Her hands running over his enormous body as she let out a low whine. She loved how big he was compared to her. His hands went to her breast, rubbing them and then squeezing. Arousal poured from her as his thumbs circles the tips of her nipples.

“Erik, baby. My name is Erik.”

“E-Erik…”

He had done nothing to her yet, and she already felt desperate by his touch.

She got lost in the darkness of his eyes as he pulled back, licking those thick lips. Cupping the back of his neck, she pulled him closer. Her nails trailed down his chest, forcing a growl from his chest.

“On your knees, baby.”

Butterflies rolled in her belly as he placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her lower. Swallowing, she looked up at him. This was it. She knew this was to be expected of her. Her thighs twitched as he cupped his manhood. It was long and thick. Thicker than what she had seen before when Abeni showed her a “dick pic” of one of her beaus. The urge to get up and run was strong, and he sensed it. Digging his fingers into her shoulder to keep her in place.

“I’m guessin’ you never sucked dick before.”

She licked her lips. “Dick?” The word was foreign to her tongue.

Erik chuckled, and he gripped her hair tighter, forcing her face inches from it.

“Spit on it.”

“Spit?”

Her heart raced as his eyes darkened even more. Abeni and Panya hadn’t told her anything about… Spitting before. Wasn’t that gross?

“The fuck I say? I like my head sloppy.”

Y/N tried to keep her breath steady as her eyes focused on his dick. Licking her lips, she tried to work the moisture in her mouth. He waited patiently, stroking, and she lifted from her hunches, spitting gingerly on his dick.

“That ain’t gon work, baby.” He chuckled and his grip in her hair tightened to the point of pain. She gasped, clutching his wrist, he brought her higher so she was balancing on the bone of her knees. Taking his dick, he rubbed it between her parted lips, smearing precum.

“I said spit on my shit. You wanna make me mad?’

“No!”

“Aight. Spit on it. Like you love it.”

She felt more slick pooling between her legs. Her clit throbbing as his eyes never left hers. Fearing what he would do, she gathered as much salvia as possible and spat on his dick. Her salvia dripped down his dick as he strokes, and for good measure she spat again. He grumbled his approval.

“Now take your right hand… Yeah, like that. Stroke this dick. Tighten up, but not too tight.”

Y/N languidly stroked his dick. Erik hummed, and she tried to read his body language. Was she doing it right? She tightened pressure when a choked moaned escaped him. His hand came to the back of her head.

“Suck. Keep strokin’ and twist. Uh huh, good girl.”

Bobbing her head up and down, she moaned around the length. Y/N grew use to using her spit as lube. He liked it so much; he pumped his hips. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, making her gag. She tried to pull away, but Erik forced her forward.

“Uh, huh. Keep swallowing. Good girl, Keep taking my dick so well.”

Her cheeks bulged, eyes watering as she glanced up at him. His thumb rubbed small circles on her cheeks as he fucked her mouth steadily. His heavy breaths filling the room, her eyes closed, and he slapped the side of her face lightly.

“Keep strokin’.”

His tone left no room for argument.

Y/N’s hands gripped him firm, sliding down to the base of his dick and back, spit trailing down the corners of her mouth as her lashes fluttered innocently at him. She falls into the rhythm he sets. She hadn’t known that watching him receive pleasure from her would stimulate her as well. Feeling bolder in her actions, she pressed down farther. His tip tapping her throat, she released and tightened her hand, twisting more, and his head fell back.

“Baby, shit!”

He pressed her head onto his dick, her nose buried in the black tufts of his pubic hair. He held her there and panic of lack of air sets in.

Y/N realized in that moment that she hadn’t wanted it softly and by candlelight. She wanted passion. Recklessness. She wanted it with Erik.

“Relax… Just relax.”

“Er-mhmm!”

Taking both hands, he took her hand into both hands, forming pigtails. Pumping steadily into her mouth, a sweat breaks out on his skin. Her nostrils flare as she tries to suck in air. Tears fall from her eyes as her jaws turn stiff.

She remembers Abeni mentioning the head of a man’s dick being the most sensitive, and she knew she couldn’t handle Erik fucking her mouth like this any longer.

Swirling her tongue around the head each time, he retreated, trying to suck the tip as much as she could as her hand alternated between strokes, trailing down to his heavy balls. Sliding her tongue up and around his dick when he returned, his eyes were slits at the sloppy sounds of her gags and sucks.

“Fuck, where you learn that, baby?”

Y/N bobbed her head faster, allowing his length to press on her throat, trying to control her gag reflexes as much as possible to get him off. He bucked his hips, picking up the pace.

“Mhmm, god damn. Good girl, you learn quick, huh?”

His breath was choppy. He forced her head still. He was fucking her throat raw as he pulled her mouth off his spit drenched dick. She gasped. Strings of spit connecting the head of his dick to her mouth, she messily wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“So easy to train, aren’t you?”

Nodding, her tongue drags over the underside of his dick before he presses back in.

Panting, he pressed his dick against her throat, once, twice, three times before she gagging loudly. Pulling out of her mouth, he taps her face with it before he repeats the cycle. Y/N closes her eyes, feeling the world tilt slightly as pushes her head all the way down.

“F-fuck!” her nails dig into his thighs as he’s hunching over her. She’s sputtering and choking; he pumps a few times before he stiffens, his dick drenched in her spit as he cums hard.

“Shit girl!”

Y/N feels the first splash against the back of her throat. Pooling against her tongue, his body trembles as he fills her mouth. Y/N’s knees ache and her throat feels sore as she tastes the salty liquid. Pulling out quickly, he strokes his dick, and she closes her eyes just in time as his cum lands on her face.

“Open your mouth!”

Hot spurts land on her eyes and cheeks as she does as he asks.

He breathes heavily, loosening the grip on her hair. His cum trailing down the corner of her mouth as he pumped the last remains of his pleasure, a shiver racking his body as he tipped his head back, tapping her lips with his dick.

“Mhmm— good girl. Now swallow.”

Y/N doesn’t even get a chance to analyze what just occurred. That he had just treated her like a whore to be used. Swallowing in one big gulp, she wipes his cums from her eyes, cracking them open to see Erik grip her jaw, pulling her to her feet. His lips connect with hers, uncaring of the taste of himself.

“E-Erik…” Y/N’s voice is raw, and he shushes her, tapping on the ass, he lifts her into his arms.

Her legs circling his waist, he tongues her down, carrying her to the bed.

“Erik!” His hand roamed her body, laying her on her back. He kissed down her chest, over the swell of her breast. He took a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh!”

Her eyes closed and her hands laid on the back of his head as he continued his descent. He gripped both her legs, pressing them up and out. Her eyes flew open. Nobody had ever seen her like this. Anxiety flooded through her. Would he like what he saw? Was it normal? She tried to pull her legs shut, but he pressed hard, his gaze fixed between her legs.

“E-Erik please—”

He sank his head and brought his lips to her sex. For a moment, she was frozen with disbelief. This was really happening to her, and she felt him inhaled, pressing his face further into her womanly place. She thought she died when he nudged between her lips with his nose. Hot air blew against her and his tongue parted her, giving a languid lick from top to bottom.

“I—oh!”

Abeni and Panya had mentioned this, but never could they explain the immense pleasure that came from it. It was such an unthinkable place to kiss, but she couldn’t gather the strength to push him away.

“You have a pretty pussy baby,” he muttered as his tongue flicked over her clit. This feeling differed from her own fingers, and she loved it.

His fingers caressed her thigh, trailing to where she pulsed. She tilted her pelvis toward him, rocking steadily to build her pleasure as he sucked her roughly.

“Erik, yes!”

Her eyes closed as she moaned loudly. What a beautiful sight it was to see him lapping away at her pussy. He released her clit with a wet pop. Easing back, he watched how she leaked steadily. Running his fingers through her folds, he eases his fingers inside of her.

“Ah! It hurts!”

Y/N flinches when he presses too deep, and he immediately retreats. Lightly pumping his fingers, he licks his lips lazily, his eyes drunk on her.

“Don’t want to pop that cherry yet, do we?”

She shakes her head no, and he hums in the back of his throat.

Her head pressed back into the bed, as he lowers back down, draping both of her legs over her shoulders. His nose rubs against her clit, and she lets out a strangled groan. He fucked her with his fingers slowly, lapping up her juices that oozed freely from her. Sweat collected on her skin, pooling in between her breasts before turning into a rivulet down to her belly button.

“P-please—”

Her hands grip the sheets, and she flexed her toes. Her back arching as his tongue alternated between thrusting between his fingers into her pussy, and then over her clit. Pleads and whimpers spilled from her mouth as she felt herself burn hotter.

Her pleas didn’t move him.

He tongued her down intently, not letting her escape when she tried to pull her hips back.

“Keep still baby.”

“I can’t!”

Her fingers found their way into his dreams, forcing his mouth to suck her header. His thick fingers driving into her channel, stretching her out. It was all too much. Whining, she screwed her eyes shut, fisting her hands in his hair till her knuckles turn white. She loved this. She loved him for bringing her pleasure. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, pulling her knees up so they pointed toward the ceiling. Her muscles clamped around his fingers, as her mouth parted, drool pooling in the corner. He was driving her out of her mind.

The lapping, sucking, and pumping made it so she couldn’t last any longer.

“Erik!”

She hoped the tribe couldn’t hear her screams.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her chest heaved, and her body jerked and twitched. She clamped her thighs on the sides of his head. He didn’t stop. He dragged out the pleasure. Sucking and lapping at her, he made her tired body burn. Pushing at his head, he sucked her clit once more, pulling a sob from her.

“I-I can’t! Please!”

It seemed like forever before he finally released her clit. Lifting his head from her thighs, she exhaled and slumped onto the sheets. She felt weightless. Without any worries, and like mush, she melted into the sheets.

“You like that, baby?”

Y/N could barely nod as he trailed kisses up her body. She screamed when he his slapped her pussy once. Twice. She sobbed when he pulled her back, doing it again before sucking her clit.

Twitching when he kissed the spot above her belly button. More than anything, she just wanted to rest.

“Wake yo’ ass up. We’re not done yet.”

He slapped the side of her ass, and she whimpered.

“We’re not?”

“No.”

Y/N stirred under his touch, his hands tracing her body, cupping her breast. He covered her body, peppering kisses, as her torso arched off the mattress into his touch. Her eyes lowered as he whispered praises into her ear.

“You did so well for me. Can I fuck you now? Hmm?”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

“Shh. Shut that shit up. It’ll be a good baby. I promise.”

He kissed her again, his hand trailing down between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit. Pushing her thighs around his waist. Caging her to the mattress.

“E-Erik—”

“You gonna let daddy fuck you out? Hm?”

Y/N nodded and Erik pinched her nipples, then slapped them.

“Use your words.”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

A desperate mewl left her. Their skin glistened, illuminated by the flames of the fireplace. The sheets under her already soaked in her juices, and the sex in the air made her mind whirl.

“Yes, d-daddy.”

A hushed breath rushed from his lungs. “You ready for me? Hm?”

“Y-Yes daddy, please! Please fuck me!”

His eyes turned black as hee dragged the head of his cock through the lips of her pussy. The sticky sound of her juice aroused them both as his dick slapped against her clit roughly.

“Hold still!”

Her thighs tremble as he pressed pushed the head of his cock deep, causing her to instinctively clench around him. A hand wrapped around her throat, and her hands clamped around that arm. He forces her thighs open, and she arches away from him, the pressure too much, and he smacks her ass.

“Open that tight pussy up.”

“D-Daddy— hurts. Doesn’t fit!”

Erik ignores her, tunneling forward. Her eyes roll in her head, a dull ache forming between her thighs. She sighs when he pulls out his dick out. It glistened with her juices.

He chuckled, and his grip on her neck tightened. Now he fucked her. Pumping harder, she yelped at the dull burn as he forced her open.

“Doesn’t fit! D-doesn’t fit!”

“Mhm, don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fit. I promise.” His eyes were lidded as he pulls out. Massaging her juices into his dick, she spots the tinge of blood on his dick as he slaps her clit with his heavy dick.

“Daddy…”

He forces his dick deep, and she feels him in her soul. His hands coming down to her waist, and he sits back on his hunches. His eyes focused between her legs; Y/N is in a daze.

He feels so big. He’s consuming her and her body doesn’t feel like her own.

Weakly, she tries to pull away, but he fucks into her some more. Using his thumbs to spread her lips open, stretching her tight little hole.

“Feels so fuckin’ good—”

And just like that, he took her virginity. Her pussy was hot and tight around his dick, she clenched rhythmically to his intrusion.

She whimpered at the burning strain, trying to stretch her legs. He watched her cry out and adjusting to him, biting her lip till she drew blood. The budge from his dick in her tummy each time he entered had him drooling.

“D-Daddy! E-Erik please, I can’t! Fuck!”

The curse left her before she could stop herself. He grinned evilly, as he pushed his hips into hers. Pressing down on a spot that has her eyes flying open. She feels his dick jump, lowering his body onto her, trapping her. He places both hands on either side of her head.

“So fuckin’ tight, and all mine.”

He pulls back and his hips smack into hers. Y/N let out a moan that was drowned out by his more powerful groan. He thrusted into her again and again, her breast bouncing with each thrust. Y/N tossed her head back, eyes focused lazily on the ceiling as the sticky slap of his balls against her ass filled the room.

“How it feel? Is it good, baby?”

How on earth did he think she could respond? She feels their cum trailing down the crack of her ass. The bed creaks and groans as he reduces her to a limp, fucked out mess. She placed her hands on his shoulders, but he grabs them, fisting them into one hand above her head. Her orgasm catches them both by surprise, her mouth parting as her stomach clenches. Erik curses, burying his face into her neck.

“Mhm. Shit. Fuck!”

He doesn’t stop, her swollen pussy barely able to take more of his pounding. He cums. Filling her, and he only pauses for a second, before he’s fucking they’re cum out of them.

“Tighten that pussy up! Yeah! Just like that.”

Eyes half closed, she focuses on the veins in his thick arms straining, lifting her legs higher, they trembled in the air. He rotates his hips. That was the killer right there. His damn hips. She hiccups as he forces a mini-orgasm through her. Weren’t men suppose to cum just once?

“Please daddy! That’s enough, please!”

Y/N pulls against his hold, trying to put some distance between their bodies but it’s no use. He places his free hand back on her neck, releasing her hands to bring her left leg into the crook of his arm.

Babbling a mixture of his names and Xhosa, he drills her pussy. He fucked her like he wanted to breed her. She submits, allowing him to use her like she was a fuck doll. The muscles in his body rip as his sweat rolls off him.

“F-fuck Y/N.”

A glance between her legs has her dizzy. White creams soaks their tummies. Her pussy clenches and flutters, a heavy chill rack her body and she’s ruined. Killmonger has ruined her. Wet and messy, and it does, to her surprise, gets easier to take his dick. She feels him hit her cervix and calls his name again.

“You see that? You see me, baby?” He gasped and she moans.

“Mhm…”

“Feel me in your belly? Hm?”

Y/N crumbles as she watches him driver deeper and harder. Her mouth falls open as she watches the bulge in her belly reappear each time he bottomed out. He’s fucking her walls loose. She won’t have anything left when he’s done. She scrunches her face as he takes her legs, lifting them so her knees are pressed high and toward her chest. Getting to his feet, he pressed her into a mating press.

“Too good! Too good!” She’s mumbling.

He watches the emotions pass across her face. Lowering himself, pressing two fingers into her mouth, he makes her gag.

“Aa—gck!”

Tears stream down her face as she feels her body tightening.

Getting closer to the edge and she whimpers because she knows it’s gonna hurt. Hurt so good. Her heart hammers in her chest as his hands pull her hips up farther. Bam! Bam! Bam! He’s slapping her ass, and she knows its gonna be red and bruised when he’s done.

“My good girl! Broke you in good, didn’t I?”

She wants him to cum. She can’t do it anymore.

Her head spins as her pussy squeezes him, and her eyes flutter and her legs shake. She hears him asking if she wants his cum and she says yes. She’ll say yes to anything he demanded. Her pussy is trying to push him out as she explodes. Hot liquid gushing around him, and he fights it, fucking her open.

“Fuck! Here it is baby. Shit!”

He picks her up, grinding his dick deep. She’s wetting them both up and he’s dripping down his balls and thighs. He presses her to his chest, her cries filling his ear as his snap once, twice, and he floods her. Lips parted, his body goes weak, and they both go down.

Thrusting into her gummy walls, she clenches, forcing another spurt of cum from him.

“Damn Y/N—”

His dick was still harder as rolls them to his back.

Her pussy stuffed to the brim as he relaxes against her, kissing her neck softly rubbing her back gently, and she can sense the pride in his tone as he whispers how good she was for him. When he finally pulls out, cums drips from her body, and to the bed.

“Had all that up in you, girl, damn.”

He squeezed her ass, rubbing the cum into her pussy. She can only nod faintly, too fucked out on bliss to fight him. Then he’s in her ear, thanking her for her good pussy. How he couldn’t wait to fuck her again. That he had a lifetime to fuck the shit out of her.

“You think you can love me, baby?”

Y/N manages to crack her eyes open, his heavy gaze on hers as he brings his mouth to hers. Pressing a soft kiss that felt like forever, he pushed her tangled curls out of her face.

She smiled and murmured, “Yes.”

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