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The Beast and The Sweetest Cherry

Part One

Warnings: SMUT, Virgin!OC, Period Drama, Angst, Dark, Beauty and The Beast, Arranged Marriage.

Summary: Just outside a small town up near a chilly mountain range, lies a large black manor, home to a cruel Lord with a dark secret. The town lives with a strict set of rules that keeps them safe, and avoid the bad tempered Lord's wrath as much as they can. One day, a young girl offers herself up to the cruel Lord leading to passionate disarray when the virgin meets the Beast.

The Beast had promised wealth to restore her father’s fortunes and more. They assured her that the Beast wouldn’t kill her.

“No,” a deep voice rumbled behind her. She hadn’t heard the Beast arrive.

He stood back, tall and broad shouldered as her father had said, watching from the depths of his cloak. The winter wind caught the black folds, whipping them tight against his massive body, but never stirred around his face. Venus couldn’t make out his features, though she thought perhaps she caught the gleam of a white tooth. And was that the shadow of a muzzle?

She shuddered, looking away quickly.

“No, Venus,” the Beast said, “I will never take you by force. I will only take you when you ask me to. That one choice, at least, will always be yours.”

Venus stirred uneasily inside the confines of her gown. Something about his words seemed…unwholesome somehow. She could not see him clearly, and she was under the impression that he was hideous. Too hideous to reveal himself. Venus rubbed her arm nervously beneath her sheer and very revealing white night gown. Her chocolate ringlets cascaded over her shoulders and down her back like a wild flower. It had been a full day since they exchanged vows. Venus refused to leave the room. It wasn’t her official room, The Beast was still preparing that one.

She’d been nervous indeed. This would be their first night together. Venus was too afraid to face him days prior after their marriage.

“Am I ever to see you?” Venus asked with a timid voice.

The sound of his deep breath made the hairs on her arms stand up.

“Do you wish to?”

Venus glanced back at his black silhouette with fearful eyes before quickly looking away again.

“It might be easier for me…to get accustomed to you, Sir.”

“You see, Venus, that’s one thing I’ll have to control. These things are best done in stages. I intend to win you over, my Venus, but we’ll take it slow…”

Venus tried to calm the tremble of her body.

“I–I don’t see how that’s possible, Sir.”

A dark, menacing chuckle filled the room. Venous shut her eyes, the sound of her breathing rising.

“You’re innocent, Venus,” The Beast said, his voice nearly a growl, “And you have not discovered how I can make you feel.”

“I have. You make me feel fear. And revulsion.” Venus trekked over to the grand window, her doe eyes watching the raging snow storm outside, “Despair, perhaps.”

“None of those are real, Venus”

She forced herself to look at him. “I must tell you, I don’t see how I can ever be your wife in truth. I cannot imagine asking you to—”

“To what? take your maidenhead? To rend you with my dick so that you scream in agonized pleasure?”

The shock drained Venus’ body of the ability to move. Even as the image somehow stirred her.

“Sir—Beast, you cannot say such things to me.” Venus retorted with a shaky voice.

The bite of his words and that monstrous voice had her shivering as if she were standing in the snow nearing frostbite.

“It seems, my bride, that we must stretch your imagination as well. The only thing I may not do is take you by force. Everything else is open to me.” He settled back in a very masculine satisfaction. “If you intend to keep the bargain that saved your father’s life, that is.”

Venus bit her lip. Her father had wept even as he handed her into the Beast’s carriage. Had he realized? Her virginity wouldn’t matter at the end of the week if she was dead. She slowly walked back to the bed and turned her back to him. Her eyes fell solemnly to her lap, and as he drew closer, she couldn’t control her body from shaking with terror.

“Venus.” The Beast leaned forward. She shrank back, but he only laid a gloved hand over hers, “I swear I will not injure you. Your beauty is precious to me. I would not see it marred in any way. I want you to feel safe with me, despite what they speak of me beyond these walls. I will not hurt you. I would never…”

She restlessly moved her hands out from under the black leather of his glove. A mistake, since his hand fell to her knee instead, a heavy weight through the thin cloth. The weight on her small limb awakened something she’d never felt.

“I will wish to see it, however,” the Beast said, gravel in his voice.

Venus’ heart stuttered. “See it?”

“You, in your naked glory. In exchange, I will not touch you just yet.” He leaned back again. “I mention it now so that you might mull the idea over.”

Venus drew in a breath, “I do not think I shall become peaceful with the idea in that space of time.”

“You mistake me, my bride. Peaceful is not how I want you.”

If he’d intended her to think about it, to imagine herself naked and vulnerable in front of his black-cloaked figure, then he succeeded.

“I want you to learn your body…and I intend on guiding you through it…I want you ruined. I want you overcome with desire so intense you can’t form proper sentences…”

The Beast held out his hand towards her and Venus placed her dainty hand in the middle of his massive palm. His thick, dangerous fingers curled around her hand and with the slightest tug, Venus was on her feet and staring up at The Creature that stood at 6’7 with a massive built.

He didn’t drag her along, but neither did the Beast release her hand. The grand house blurred around her as she frantically tried to think of a way out.

“I’m dizzy, Sir…”

“Excellent,” he purred.

“Truly, Husband.” Venus stopped, placed a trembling finger to her temple, and stared steadfastly at the black cloaked chest before her. “I have a pain in my head and—”

“VENUS.”

His tone slammed through her. All stern disapproval and warning.

“Yes?” She barely got the word out.

“You may address me as ‘my lord’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Beast.’ If you call me ‘Husband’ again, I will assume you are ready for me to assume my full husbandly rights. Understood?”

“Yes. My lord.”

“Then let us proceed.”

Venus once again struggled to keep pace with his long strides, until the dark hallway opened into the most glorious atrium.

Woes temporarily forgotten, Venus gazed in wonder at the glass walls and ceiling sparkling in the evening. Moonlight flooded the room from three sides and roses, blood-red roses, filled every corner. Here and there, graceful sculptures peeked between the blooms.

Velvet crimson spills, mounds and waterfalls, the roses tumbled out of urns and thrust up from beds built into the floor. The roses Father had brought surely came from these.

Venus realized she stood alone in the middle of the floor. The Beast had settled into a grand chair, massive as a throne, studded with iron rings in various places. It was perfectly situated so that he might survey the room. And everything in it.

“As you can see, I enjoy beauty. Now, it’s time to enjoy yours,” The Beast relaxed into the chair and his enormous and powerful thighs spread wide, “Venus, I want you to remove that thin gown and place it on that table, right there, “He waved a languid hand towards a table situated against the wall, “You will find a pair of heels there…slip them on.”

Venus eased herself towards the table with timid movement. She stopped before the table and willed herself to calm down. The voice in her head told her to calm down and do as he commanded.

“Venus, the longer you take, the greater the punishment.”

“P–punishment? I thought you said you wouldn’t hurt me—”

“And I won’t. Not all punishment warrants violence, Venus,” The Beast leaned forward in the chair, “Have you ever heard of inflicting pain for pleasure? A spanking for instance?”

Venus shuddered.

“Were I you”—he settled back in the chair—“I wouldn’t give away opportunities for punishment. But that’s entirely your choice. You’ve earned one punishment for your hesitation. Proceed with my instructions.”

With trembling fingers, Venus reached up to pull the straps of her thin gown past her shoulders, her back facing him. The Beast, however, did not seem inclined to urge her to move more quickly. His head once again propped on his fist, he watched her from the shadows of his hood.

Venus felt the fabric pool around her feet. She stroked her arm nervously, too afraid to turn around. The Beast, however, made a sound deep within his chest that made her whimper. She startled herself. Venus ran her fingers through her hair, shaking out the formal coils her sisters had twisted in.

“Turn.”

Turn? Venus’ heart skipped a beat.

“Are you hesitating, Venus?”

“I’m…nervous…”

“You need not be…it’s just you and I…now turn.”

His rasp spurred her.

The Beast heaved himself out of the throne and moved toward her. Venus closed her eyes, unable to bear it. He stopped behind her, his presence radiating a heat so intense. She could hear rustling, and then the sound of his gloves hitting the table. Venus’ eyes flicked to the large gloves and then down at her bare feet. The sound of fabric moving gained her attention. She caught a glimpse of his yellow eyes and it rendered her speechless. He picked up the heels and handed them to her from behind.

“Take them. Slip them on. And turn.”

From his tone, she sensed his frustration at her disobedience. Venus accepted the heels; black patent leather pumps, and went to work slipping them on. She stood a few inches taller, but still nothing compared to how tall The Beast is. He returned to his seat and the distance between them gave Venus enough courage to continue. Venus began to turn, her finger twiddling bashfully, when she fully faced him. Her doe eyes sought him out before glancing down at her heeled feet.

She stood there forever it seemed. Frozen while he just stared at her. When he finally spoke, she thought she might whither away.

“Lift your head. You look at me, Venus.”

She stared at him with a flutter of her lashes. Her breath shuttered through her and her heart beat so fast against her chest cavity.

“Come to me…”

Her heels against the floor was so loud it almost drowned out her breathing. To stand before him was a battle. She fought hard to look at him and when his clawed finger ghosted over her exposed skin on her hip she couldn’t contain herself. She moaned. She was exposed and vulnerable to this Beast and his touch made her moan. Was her body betraying her. Blood pulsed through her, pounding in her breasts and pooling down to her groin.

“Mmm…”

He could sense her arousal.

Shoulders back. Your breasts are gorgeous, Venus—so full and round. Thrust them forward. Place your hands behind your back…just like that…”

Venus was aware of her thick nipples hardening beneath his gaze. A tingle crept over her skin and her thighs clenched.

“…I love your nipples. Nice and big. I’m impatient to try some tricks to keep them stiff. By the time I’m done, you’ll be able to do nothing but think of how your nipples feel.”

Venus trembled violently, hot tears suddenly spilling down her cheeks.

“Why do you weep? Turn in a slow circle.”

She complied but didn’t answer the question.

“Venus, I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

“You’re so cruel,” she cried, “treating me like this.”

“All beasts are cruel. It is my nature. And for now I merely admire. Wouldn’t any bridegroom expect to see you so?”

His haunting eyes glided over her body and when it reached her bushy lower lips, a tongue so long slithered out of his mouth and sharp teeth gleamed like a predator to its prey.

“Fuck…you are tempting me, Venus…that body on you…mmm…fucking beautiful…”

She felt a flutter in her belly from his words.

“Turn…bend…”

Venus looked back at him over her shoulder as her back arched forward, bringing her ass within his line of vision. The deep groan of satisfaction that spilled from his lips made her contain herself own sounds of desire. How quickly this Beast could make her feel such dirty thoughts…

“I can’t wait to have you. And I know you feel the same. No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise…”

Venus remained silent.

“As for your punishment, I hadn’t anticipated that you would need correction so soon. But I think it’s best for you to learn quickly, don’t you?”

“I…I don’t want to be punished.”

“You don’t have a say in the matter…I’m your Lord…you do as I say…hear me?”

Venus’ lower lip trembled.

“Sir, please…I don’t want it.” Venus pleaded.

“Ah, but I wish it. And I think you’ll find it’s good for you. You’ve been petted and spoiled. While I intend to pet you, my sweet, you’ll find that I’m most interested in your character. You don’t wish to deny me my few pleasures?”

“No, my lord.”

“I shall decide for you, then. It shall be tonight. You may lower your hands and find your chambers. Return down the hallway and follow the light that guides you.”

Venus didn’t waste time scurrying off and out of sight.

——

Her chambers were beyond grand. Enormous faceted windows looked out over the gardens. Though ringed round by the dense and grasping forest, the grounds looked meticulously manicured, gracefully proportioned. Beautiful. No wonder Father had thought it a sanctuary.

Venus had found the rooms by following a light, indeed. A little will-o’-the-wisp had popped out of the woodwork in the hallway. She followed its pink bobbing path, soothing herself by pulling her hair over her breasts to shield them and holding her hands over the place between her legs. She didn’t dare remove the shoes, however, until she reached her room.

There was no promised gown.

Instead Venus found a short, silk robe lying across the foot of the immense four-poster bed. The fine white silk was so translucent that it hid nothing. After putting it on anyway, since it was meagerly better than being completely nude, she glimpsed herself in the full-length mirror. Her black hair tumbled in coils. Her eyes looked huge in her face, the dark centers edging out the pure hazel. Venus could see her nipples pressing taut against the silk and the deep V at the juncture of her thighs. This is what the Beast had seen.

He’d seen her this way. Venus stroked her hips as she turned every which way, admiring her hourglass shape. The time alone in that room until The Beast called for her gave her a moment to accept that she’d had some attraction towards him. Although marrying a monster hiding deep within enchanted woods wasn’t on her agenda, she wasn’t completely put–off by it. He hadn’t killed her. He actually wanted her. Truly wanted her. And she’d never experienced that.

The innocent girl who’d dressed for her wedding on that haunting morning had disappeared. This girl looked ravished already. In a way, she supposed she had been.

And this was just the beginning.

Venus explored her new room and marveled at the extraordinary detail and how extravagant it was. The wardrobe was filled with all sorts of clothes and shoes and there was a vanity covered with perfumes, oils, jewelry, and makeup. Everything she ever needed. A soft patter at her door made her jump back.

“Miss? Your Lord would like for you to freshen before returning to him.”

It was one of the servants.

“Thank you. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

Venus hurried towards her own bathroom, finding the tub already filled. She knew that castle held a magical force. Venus pinned her curls above her head and used a lavender scented soap. She washed away whatever she could, telling herself to relax and embrace her new life as a wife. Her thoughts drifted to sex with him. The sponge against her brown skin paused, the soap suds gliding.

She knew he had to be big down there. How would he feel inside of her. Spreading her. Bottoming out in her…

“Oh, goodness,” Venus placed a hand to her chest.

So much for being brave.

She was scared out of her mind. She wasted time staring at the tap dripping, the water beneath her growing cold. Venus lifted from the bath and grabbed a towel, securing it around her before entering her room. She went to work slathering fragrant lotion on her smooth skin and after letting her hair down, she fluffed it out and turned her gaze onto the silk robe he’d left for her.

No delaying, then, unless she wanted to sit in the dark. And Venus felt sure she didn’t want the Beast to come looking for her.

Suddenly, an invisible force began moving about the room, like a ghost. Venus gasped, eyes wide with fear, the doors to her wardrobe opening and after a moment, fresh stockings and a pair of ribbon garters. Not the ones she’d worn that morning before her wedding—these were sheer red and softer than rain. The crimson ribbons matched the boned scarlet satin corset. Venus could don the stockings herself, but she was dubious about the corset. When she slipped it on, though, invisible fingers tugged the laces into place.

Tightly.

Venus ended up grasping the edge of the tall table with her room to brace herself. When they released her, she saw herself in the full-length mirror, the thatch of glossy dark hair where her thighs met framed by the red stockings. The scarlet corset that fitted down over her hips, cinched her waist tightly and rising to a shelf under her breasts, cupping them as if they were some sort of pastry, her nipples nearly as hard as marble

She looked away. Looked for the gown. Only the red heels awaited, mysteriously transported from the other room.

“He promised me a gown,” Venus muttered to herself. “Perhaps it’s in the other room.”

But when she started toward the bedchamber, the dressing-room door flew closed, even as a chair in front of a vanity mirror slid out invitingly. The shoes slid in front of her. She had to get her nerves in check. She allowed the invisible maids to doll her up further and when they stopped, Venus admired the work they’d done and she gawked at her appearance. She looked like a vixen waiting to get fucked.

Oh goodness.

The pink light from before appeared before her eyes, Venus realizing that the light is what helped her get prepared. She tilted her head at it. How interesting.

He was waiting. She needed to hurry. Before she could leave, a long, flowing red gown with tight gloves attached levitated towards her. Venus gave the pink glow one final look before placing the red gown around her body and leaving the room.

——

Two timid knocks and his booming voice commanded her to enter. Venus crossed the threshold into what looked like a den. The Beast awaited her in his parlor. He stood before a roaring fire, wearing a black satin cloak, the folds of the hood, as always, deeply shadowing his face.

“Venus, you look lovely tonight. How fare you? Are your chambers suitable?”

A bit taken aback by his solicitous tone, Venus paused. “My chambers are more than suitable. I… Thank you for thinking of my wishes.”

The Beast inclined his head. “Anything you wish for, just ask.”

Venus held up her brocade-confined hands. “I’d like a proper gown.”

He chuckled. “In this, you will indulge me. That gown suits my purposes.”

“It will make it most difficult for me to comply, my lord.”

“I shall be delighted to assist you. Shall we? Unless you’d prefer a glass of wine before we go to bed?”

She shook her head and slipped her muffled hand through his arm.

“The gown suits you.”

Venus felt sure he studied her breasts. She glanced down and saw what she had thought a modest drape of satin now rode low over her pushed-up breasts. The cloth barely clung to her nipples, which stood out, turgid and sensitive.

“Come, don’t be afraid. We will only do as you wish tonight. But know this…” The Beast tilted her chin up at him, “You will be begging for more of me.”

Venus swallowed spit. The Beast guided her past the parlor and into a magnificent room. The room she would be sharing with him. The room she would be curled up in his arms. Having sex with him…kissing him…

The Beast picked Venus up bridal–style, and sat her on the bed. She looked up at him, watching with unwavering eyes as he removed his cloak. Her eyes fell upon a rather handsome face. Although he was a Beast, it was undeniable how attractive he is. She had never seen paintings of him in his human form, but she knew in her mind that he was a sight to behold.

“I want you to turn onto your stomach…”

Venus’ gaze dropped down to the beast removing a belt from his waist. He still had the body of a man covered in fur. His large hands moved fluently and Venus was stuck in a trance.

“Venus…what did I just say?”

She turned, the image of his features etched into her brain.

The bed dipped and his imposing frame settled behind her on his knees. He lifted her into an arched position, Venus gasping. His fingers raised the fabric of the gown over her waist, exposing her naked ass and pussy from behind. Venus felt heat creeping over her skin. He growled like the wild beast he is with curved horns, sharp teeth, and vicious eyes. But his lips…so plump…and his tongue so long…

Whack!

“My Lord!”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Venus tried to stop him from spanking her but he pinned her wrists behind her back tightly with his free hand.

“Keep still and take this punishment, Venus. I have to teach you now…before I give you pleasure,” he popped her on the ass again, “Don’t anger me, baby…”

Venus’ eyes brimmed with tears. She begged and pleaded for him to stop.

“Please, please, Sir, I won’t ever disobey you again! I promise! I’ll be a good wife! I’ll listen!”

The Beast stopped. The sting of his strong hand remained and it burned so good that her clit pulsated. She was turned on and so deeply aroused. Who knew that spanking would make her feel this way? But she wasn’t prepared for the pain of it. It stung tremendously.

“I am happy that you see reason, Venus. Although I enjoyed the feel of this hefty ass against my palm…you’ve learned your lesson…for now…”

He rubbed her skin with tentative strokes. Venus’ eyes rolled shut from the soft grazing. The Beast chuckled at the dazed look on her beautiful face.

“You look so gorgeous like this, Venus…uninhibited…aroused…I’m happy to see you enjoying yourself. Tell me how you’re feeling…be honest with me…I won’t bite…”

Venus locked her glossy lips.

“I…I like it.” She admitted.

“Mmm…I’m very glad to hear that…”

His lips peppered kisses to her ass and Venous let out an angelic moan.

“My Venus…I crave you badly…so fucking much…”

The Beast breathed in her scent from behind. Venus shut her eyes and nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Talk to me, love…tell me what you would like from me tonight…”

Venus knew that it would take time to warm her up. She was too afraid to go all the way tonight, but she did want to experience pleasure. She want The Beast to give her a taste of what it’s like to cum on his tongue. The images replaying in her mind of his long tongue made her wonder what it would be like to feel it between her thighs.

“Venus?”

“I’m sorry, Sir…I…I want you to make me cum…with your tongue….”

She spoke those words so softly, but The Beast caught on to every word. The girth of his enormous dick weakened the seam of his pants. He could faintly hear it rip. She was smart to request cunnilingus. The Beast would need a full day to break her in and Venus would need a full day to recover. They had time. And he would try to be patient, even though the monster within him wanted to break free.

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A Night Forgotten.

Part Seven

Present Day:

“Drop the sheet, Davis,” he demanded. “Drop it right now.”

Emoni gaped at him. “W-what? Erik—”

Erik reached forward and yanked the sheet from her grip anyway, baring her to the world once more. Then, before she could bolt and find something else to hide behind, he took hold of her shoulders in a firm grip and forced her to stay put.

“Erik, let go of me! I’ll kick you in your balls! I’m serious!” she threatened in a high voice, attempting to yank free. Emoni dug her fingernails into his forearms, embarrassed by the way he was simply staring at her. "Let go!"

“Be still,” he countered. “Stop! Just…stop fighting me, please.”

Maybe it was the 'please' that did it, since Emoni knew Erik would rather tear out his own toenails than plead for anything. Unsure what he was after or how far to trust him, but concerned by how grave he suddenly appeared, she reluctantly did as requested and stopped struggling. She watched him instead, looking for clues as to what might be the matter, but his face gave nothing away.

He didn't move, didn't even seem to breathe. He just stared at her naked breasts in complete silence. Emoni felt an instant shiver down her spine from his penetrating eyes and slow, even breaths. She could feel her nipples hardening with anticipation.

“What is it?” she asked after a while, her insatiable curiosity needing to be eased before she popped from the suspense.

What was wrong? What did he see that she didn't?

Finally, he said, “I bit you.” He released her shoulders and lightly feathered over the bite mark upon her left breast. “Right here.”

The light caress made her body instantly react. Her heart started pounding, and she went tight from head to toe with a sudden, throbbing sexual need. A small moan escaped her lips.

Erik froze, finger still on her nipple, and she could feel his body shudder in answer. Cursing under his breath, he glanced up at her.

“I didn't just fuck you. I bit you. And not just here,” his fingers ghosted between the valley of her perky, upturned breasts to her abdomen, “And here…and here…I was rough with you…do they hurt?”

“I-I don’t feel pain…Erik, are you okay?” she asked, voice breathy, body tingling and trembling. Between her legs, she could feel the trickle of her arousal as it flowed through her bare lower lips, preparing her body for him.

Erik’s nostrils flared as he inhaled and smelled her arousal. A rumble of pleasure rolled through his chest. He closed his eyes, clearly struggling to maintain some control. “ I’ve Done it. Crossed a line...”

Emoni knew exactly where his mind was taking him. He’d thought his actions last night weren’t consensual.

“Erik, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure this was on a mutual basis. I—don’t go blaming yourself for our lack of memory. I’m sure it’ll come to us soon enough.”

“…This just…it feels off. Not what happened between us…because I’ve always wanted that to happen…it’s just the gaps in memory…”

“That's what I've been saying,” she said, practically panting now as her body went slick with desire. “Things are s–strange.”

“Emoni…” He breathed a greedy sigh and the hold he suddenly took on her right wrist to anchor him tightened just the tiniest bit. “Fuck, you smell wonderful,” he sighed. “I want–” His lips clamped into a tight line and he shook his head. “I want…”

When he opened his eyes, they burned with a dark, fiery lust.

He leaned towards her, his mouth tilting to catch hers. As his lips parted, Emoni caught the glimpse of his teeth. The gold slugs against white teeth.

The thought was instantly lost, however, when his mouth careened into hers. Erik claimed her with a languid, deep kiss, and the hand at her breast cupped her supple flesh, kneading it. His fingers gave her nipple a little series of pinches guaranteed to make her ache for more. Spine bowing in response, she arched her back, offering more of herself up to his touch.

Dizzy with sudden need to feel him between her thighs, Emoni manoeuvered them over towards the top of the bed, plundering Erik’s mouth with her tongue, licking every crevice and claiming ownership of it.

He groaned in response, allowing her to take him where she willed.

They made it to the pillows, and she reached up to fist his hair in her hands to pull him down on top of her as she laid back into it. Pressing her into the mattress with his greater weight, Erik nudged her legs open, insistent that they part to make room for him. His hands were everywhere on her, searching, finding, exploiting every sensitive spot, and then fingers were in her, spreading her open once more for him.

Emoni winced with the twinge of discomfort that came from her swollen, hot body being stretched open once again. The night's activities had left her sore and a little achy. In tune with her on a level she couldn't mentally comprehend, but still felt deep inside her heart, Erik sensed her body's tenderness and slowed, gentling his hand's movements. His fingers leisurely eased in and out of her as his thumb lightly brushed over her soft, delicate clit instead, sending electricity arcing up her spine.

Without words, he bent his head to press adoring, lazy kisses upon her throat, then lower, at her breast. As his lips brushed over the bite mark he'd given her the night before, a rush of magic passed between them, filling Emoni with its sweet, quickening pleasure. Her heart slowed in her chest and her body loosened, surrendering to him.

He was so gentle with her, so...loving.

“Erik,” Emoni shut her eyes tightly, unable to gaze into his own that was so intense.

Erik nibbled on her jaw, pressed his plump lips against the pulse in her neck, all while fingering her to a creamy mess. It was so obscene how loud her pussy is. Her face grew hot with bashfulness all while trying to fight back loud moans.

“No need to fight it, pretty girl. I see what you wanna do. Give it to me…I’m in this pussy and I can feel you gripping…this tight, wet pussy…”

Emoni pressed her face into Erik’s chest and she moaned unabashedly.

“There you go…good girl…I want you to make the biggest mess on my fingers…it’ll make it easier for me to fit all this big dick in you, Princess…”

“Oh, my god…”

Emoni’s thighs closed around Erik’s waist tightly. The sensation of release crept over her body sending shockwaves through her. Emoni arched her back, incoherent noises spewing from her pretty lips while she leaked all over Erik’s thick fingers.

“That’s what I like, baby…” Erik peppered soft kisses along Emoni’s sweaty temple, “Nice and slick for daddy to slide in…”

Emoni couldn’t believe she was doing this with Erik. Although she’d dreamt of it many times, to actually be in bed with him, skin-to-skin, she couldn’t put into words how thrilled and scared she was at the same time.

Erik lifted to look down at her. Emoni mustered the courage to gaze into his beautiful eyes. She watched as Erik brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking all her juices off with languid strokes of his tongue.

“Are you okay?” Erik questioned with a deep whisper.

Emoni slowly nodded her head, hyper aware of her hard nipples and quivering pussy. She wanted more. Erik knew it from the lusty look in her eyes.

“Emoni—”

“Please fuck me, stop talking.” Emoni quipped.

Erik paused, a sly smirk painting his lush lips.

Erik kept his eyes on her, positioning himself above her and Emoni’s eyes danced down to his third leg. Erik pointed his wide tip at her entrance and Emoni adjusted her hips so he could slide right in. Their eyes connected again and Emoni wasn’t prepared for the the long, slow glide of his big dick. The thick heft of him tenderly stretched her open, and her body adapted, easily accepting all of him. She held onto his shoulders as he lay over her, spreading her knees as far apart as they could go and welcoming him inside her.

When he was seated to the hilt, he paused, shaky and panting against her throat. His mouth lifted to her ear. “My Emoni,” he softly growled, laying claim to not just her body, but her soul, too.

“God, Erik,” she gasped in pleasure and wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her nose in his throat as he began moving.

And as he began, something shifted between them.

Like a freight train, the recollection of the previous night hit them full force.

——

The Night Forgotten:

“Let’s get married. No stress, no family pressure. Real and authentic.”

Emoni looked over at Erik with upmost shock. He didn’t tell her where they were going exactly. But the vision of A Little White Chapel told her all she needed to know.

“Stop playing,” Emoni playfully shoved Erik although he didn’t budge, “Ha–ha–ha. Very funny, Stevens.”

Erik caught her hand in his and something shifted between them when he touched her. Emoni froze. Their eyes held on a little longer because realization kicked in.

“Erik…you’re serious?”

“Dead serious. As serious as I can be. I…”

Erik glanced at the chapel with nervous anticipation. Emoni didn’t look away from him for a second. This night was full of surprises, but Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku proposing to her was not on her bingo card.

“It’s the drinks. You’re drunk,” Emoni shook her head, “Let’s go—”

“I may be a little under the influence, but I mean what I say, Emoni. Will you marry me? Right here. Right now.”

Emoni scrunched her face up with disbelief. She wanted to slap him in his pretty face.

“What kind of proposal is this?!!! You don’t even have a ring!”

Erik glanced down at his lap. He started bouncing his leg anxiously. Emoni exhaled and she placed her hand on Erik’s knee.

“Hey…listen. I’m sorry. But…you want to marry me? Do you hear what you’re asking me right now? You could have any woman in the world. Hell, you have one waiting for you in Wakanda—”

“I don’t want her. I want you.” Erik replied.

“Erik, this is crazy—”

“Emoni, listen to me. It’s my decision to find a wife. A princess. And I want you to be my wife. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you.”

Emoni watched as Erik turned away from her, hiding his face. She didn’t know what to do as she stared at the back of his head.

“I want you to be my wife. I’m serious, Emoni. I’ll give you the fairytale wedding of your dreams, I promise that. But…I just…I can’t explain it. It just feels so right. All of it…”

Emoni sat back in her seat. She couldn’t deny that it did feel right. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but at that exact moment, she could picture herself walking hand-in-hand inside the chapel to marry Erik. As wild as it may seem, she’d say yes. She knew she would—

“Ask me again.”

Erik slowly looked at Emoni.

“Erik…ask me.”

“…Will you marry me? Emoni Davis?”

“Yes. YES. I’LL MARRY YOU.”

Emoni clamped a hand over her mouth, so shocked by her own words.

“For real?!” Erik needed further clarification.

“YES!!!!” Emoni shouted.

A smile crept up Erik’s face and his cheeks deepened with dimples. Emoni palmed her cheeks, bewildered and surprised. She couldn’t control her shaky breath or the nervous tremors. Erik leaned over and smashed his lips into hers. They kissed in a frenzy, grabbing and squeezing each other desperately. Emoni broke the kiss and cupped Erik’s handsome face. His chest was heaving up and down like he was chasing oxygen.

“We’re really going to do this?”

“As long as you’re okay with it. Yes.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Emoni smoothed her curls from her face, “Wow…”

“We can turn around and go back to my place. Your call. But just know this,” Erik stroked her chin with his thumb, “I plan on making you my wife and my Princess. If not today, soon. I mean that.”

Emoni knew he meant it.

She exhaled, “Okay…if we’re doing this, no games, Erik. Don’t hurt me. Don’t you ever take my love for granted. Respect me always. If you don’t I swear to God I will castrate you—”

“I’ll never harm you in anyway, Moni. I promise. I put that on my parents grave. I’m dead serious about you. No fucking games. No misleading. I’m speaking from the heart and not because of the alcohol. I want you and you only, girl.”

Emoni stared into his soul. To see Erik Stevens like this…it blew her mind.

“Let’s go get married.”

Emoni smiled with all her teeth and Erik laughed. He rushed out of the car and towards her side. Emoni didn’t wait for him to open the door, she rushed out and grabbed Erik’s hand. They walked towards the chapel, nervous energy radiating from them. Erik held the door opened for her and Emoni stepped inside. It smelled like an old church to her. She fiddled with her handbag while following Erik further inside.

“No ring…we need a ring—my belly ring! Oh shit! I don’t have a ring for you,” Emoni stopped in her tracks, “Erik—”

“Look,” Erik pointed to a vending machine filled with ring pops, “This feels like some shit out of a movie. They have ring pops. One for you and one for me.”

Emoni rushed to open her handbag and she was able to get two quarters. She placed it in the machine and turned to switch. A green and blue ring pop came out and she retrieved it. As they were about to enter, an officiant appeared from a room, startled by their presence. It was a short man with kind eyes and a bald head. He was wearing a cheap brown suit with a red bow-tye.

“Oh! Why hello! I’m Noah. Are you two looking to get married?”

“Y-yes,” Emoni spoke before Erik could, “We are.”

“We want to get married.” Erik responded with a confident smile.

“Great! You’re my second couple tonight. Uh—any rings?”

Emoni and Erik shared a look.

“Well…not quite at the moment…um…”

“We have these,” Erik presented the ring pops, “This was a spur of the moment thing. No access to the real thing. This should be sufficient enough, right?”

“Yes! We can definitely go forward with the ceremony! Any witnesses?”

“None. Just us.” Erik said.

He squeezed Emoni’s hand affectionately.

“Okay! Let’s make it happen then! Follow me!”

They followed Noah into his office. It was a cramped space with lots of photos of previous newly weds. They took a seat at the desk while Noah gathered some paperwork for them. Emoni gripped Erik’s hand tighter and he soothed her with his thumb stroking it. This was all real and not a dream.

“The Little White Wedding Chapel Las Vegas is a popular destination for many couples. From celebrity weddings to spectacular packages, there are many reasons why couples choose this location as their matrimonial spot. The best place in Nevada for a taste of Sin City’s wedding vibe. I highly recommend…”

Noah presented some forums to them to fill out. They each put their personal information down and afterwards, Noah asked them which package they would like for photography.

“Uhh…we can just take pictures from our phones if that’s okay.” Emoni decided.

She took one look at Erik and they both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Very well. We can get started if you’re ready!”

Noah stood to lead the way into the chapel at the podium where they would be wed. Since it was just the two of them, they walked down the aisle hand in hand. All smiles and giggles. They reached the podium and Erik helped her up before he stood before her. Noah cleared his throat to speak.

“Dearly Beloved and Honored, Invisible Guests, We are gathered together here to join Emoni and Erik in the spiritual union of marriage…”

Emoni gave Erik a megawatt smile and he winked at her.

“This contract is not to be entered into lightly but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. Please remember that love, loyalty, and understanding are the foundations of a happy and enduring home.”

Noah focused his attention on Erik. Emoni released a shaky breath while holding onto Erik’s hands.

“Do you, Erik take this woman, Emoni, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

“I do.” Erik said.

Emoni blinked back tears but her smile and laughter remained. This was so crazy and spontaneous. Something she’d never think to do. But it felt so right.

“Do you, Emoni, take this man, Erik, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Emoni replied.

“Erik and Emoni will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and commitment.”

They both fumbled to open the ring pops and Erik almost dropped his but his quick reflexes saved the day. He had the blue ring pop and Emoni the green. Erik placed the ring pop onto Emoni’s finger first. She couldn’t contain her smile and her joyous laugh. Erik’s fingers were too thick so the ring pop only went on over his knuckle. He snorted a laughter. Noah watched the both of them with a content smile.

“By the authority vested in me by American Marriage Ministries and the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Erik swept Emoni off her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips crashed into hers and their tongue’s danced with a sloppy motion. Wet smacking filled the silent space between them, and it became awkward for Noah to stand there and watch. Way too intimate. They were in an intense lip-lock with their heads swiveling.

“Congratulations! You two look great together.”

Erik paused their kissing to look at Noah. Emoni buried her face into his neck.

“Emoni Stevens-Udaku.” Erik said.

“I’M A WIFE!” She yelled.

——

They pulled up to a hidden gem in the middle of the oasis in the desert. It was fitting for a Prince and his Princess. It’s surrounded by water, and secluded enough for privacy. Erik didn’t waste any time parking his car in one of his many garages. He wanted and NEEDED to be with Emoni. The overwhelming feeling within him called him to her. His wife. Erik climbed out of his car and practically ran to her side. Opening the door, he picked her up bridal style, shutting the car door with his foot.

Emoni’s squeals of delight made him smile. He twirled her around in his arms, careful not to trip over the grass in his front yard. He made it to his front entrance and placed Emoni on her feet so he could open the door. His heart was racing within his chest cavity. Erik pushed the door open and grasped Emoni’s small hand, pulling her inside. Emoni pressed forward, her eyes gazing around her in wonder.

“This is beautiful, Erik…”

She looked so beautiful.

“You’re beautiful…”

Erik pressed the front of his body against her back and then he curved his arms around her trim waist. Her rump against his groin sent sparks throughout his body. He was so infatuated with her. So enthralled with her. Obsessed with her. He was so thrilled to finally have her like this.

“I’m so happy you said yes…”

[say it]

“I love you, Moni. I always have…I always will…”

“And I love you, Hubby.”

Emoni turned to stare up at him as they stood within the dimly lit foyer. Her face reminded him of a fairy. Her curly hair mesmerized him. Her intellect drew him.

“Come on,” Erik guided her towards his stairs that led up to his room, “We’ve got some unfinished business to attend to, Mrs. Stevens-Udaku.”

Emoni slithered away from Erik, making her way up his stairs as if she were racing him. Erik gave her a playful look before following her, taking his time so she could have her fun. He had plans to imprint her frame into his luxury bed all fucking night long. She needed the endurance. He made it to the second landing, his eyes following a trail of her clothes. He picked up her dress, then he picked up her Dior heels, and then her handbag.

It wasn’t hard to find her, she was exactly where he wanted her to be. Erik pressed forward into his room, and his eyes lit up with absolute desire at the vision before him. Emoni was standing on his bed in her naked glory, skin glowing radiantly. He’d painted a picture in his mind many times how that frame looked like, but to see it in person…

“Damn…you got a body on you…”

Erik dropped her things on the floor and made his way over towards her.

“You got right down to business, huh?” Erik questioned.

Emoni giggled before climbing down from his bed. She made her way over to him, Erik grunting the closer she got. Emoni smiled up at him through those lashes and the innocence of her eyes didn’t match her actions. She was a true freak. He could tell.

“Why waste time? You need me…and I need you…”

Emoni started unbuttoning Erik’s shirt. He watched her intently, even took note of the little whimpers she made. Emoni smoothed his shirt from his body and then she smoothed her small hands beneath his white beater, lifting it over his sculpted body. Erik helped her remove the rest and he tossed it to the side.

“So sexy…” she whispered.

Erik let her have her fun. The sensation of her lips all over his chest and abs made his dick painfully hard. He knew she was aware of his stiffness because it was pressed against her lower belly. The gasp she released and the way she looked up at him caused Erik to pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist.

“Time to eat this pussy—”

“WAIT—I’m hairy down there—”

“Emoni. I don’t care about hair. I want my mouth on that pussy—”

“Shave me first. I wasn’t expecting you to—to eat me out—”

“Are you serious?” Erik arched a brow at her in disbelief, “You thought I was just gon’ fuck you and not taste what I’m sinking my dick into? All the times I’ve fantasized about making you cum with my mouth?”

Emoni blinked up at Erik in awe.

“Aight, I’ll shave you. But only because you asked. Otherwise, I’m eating it no matter how she look.”

Erik led Emoni into his master bathroom and sat her down on the sink. Emoni watched him open one of his cabinets and he grabbed some shaving cream and a fresh razor. He turned to retrieve a small towel from a shelf and placed it beneath Emoni’s butt.

“Okay…spread your legs…bring your knees to your chest.”

Emoni giggled. Erik shook his head at her silliness.

“You’ve had way too much to drink, pretty girl.” Erik teases.

“I can’t believe you’re about to shave me!”

“Your request, remember?” Erik said with a chuckle.

“I know. This is wild.”

“A night of firsts. A night to remember. Now, relax…”

Erik applied shaving cream carefully and then he turned on the water. After rinsing the razor, he focused on shaving away, staring intently at her pussy lips spread open and covered in foam. The brown hue of her folds against the pink of her flesh had his pipe pressed against his zipper. Emoni looked so edible sitting there on the edge of the sink watching him.

“You’re lucky this shaving cream isn’t edible, otherwise I would be burying my face in it,” Erik said.

“I love how insatiable you are, Stevens.”

Erik finished one side and moved onto the next. Without the hair, he could see vividly how fat her pussy lips are and how her clit poked out. Maybe shaving was a good idea. Now, he can lick, suck, and kiss all over her pussy.

“Almost done,” Erik rinsed the razor before going back in, “After this, I want you to lay on your back for me. I’m serious, Moni. I’m close to drooling right now. It’s best you do what I tell you…”

The warning in his voice made her body tense up. He had to grip her thigh to still her movements. When the last bit of hair was removed, Erik took his time using a wet cloth and light soap to clean her up good. He studied his canvas with ecstasy before dabbing her lips dry. He held Emoni down and he could tell from the look in her eyes she was nervous. Erik tilted her chin up so she could stare at him.

“I’m gonna take real good care of you, Emoni. I promise…”

“I know…It’s just…we’re really about to have sex…”

Erik exhaled slowly, “And it’ll be worth it. For the both of us.”

Emoni smiled at him.

“You ready?”

Erik held his hand out and Emoni placed her hand in his. Erik flicked off the bathroom light and they entered his room, the only light coming from the hall. Emoni climbed onto Erik’s bed and relaxed back against his pillows. She watched Erik take off his pants and his briefs, her eyes widening at the sight of his big dick and hefty balls. She knew he was packing, but to see it in person…

“Wow,” Emoni’s eyes were glued to his heavy dick, “Just…wow…”

“Wow? I got you that speechless?”

Erik got into bed and he was on his knees between her legs. Emoni was mesmerized. She timidly reached out to stroke the protruding veins that decorated his long shaft with her fingertips. The sensation caused his dick to involuntarily jump. That motion caused Emoni to wrap her hand around him. She squeezed slightly, stunned from how bricked up he is.

“I just—it’s so thick…and long—you fuck with all this?”

Erik laughed. Emoni was dead serious.

“Moni…are you scared?”

“No!” Emoni’s eyes were wide, “I can take it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that—”

Emoni had her lips around his tip before he could even finish speaking. Erik’s brows snapped together and he closed his eyes. The feeling of her lips snug around his tip had him lost for words. Erik opened his eyes to look at her, and the sight of her lips on him was a vision he’d begged for.

“My dick is in your mouth….”

He was stunned and happy. FINALLY.

Emoni sucked slow and steady, afraid to go too low and choke. He could sense her resistance. Erik stroked her hair to calm her.

“Don’t force it if you can’t take it all. I’ll train that throat soon enough, baby…you’ll get used to this dick in your mouth in no time.”

Emoni relaxed and sucked what she could, one hand on his shaft, head bobbing, glossy lips stretched over his shaft. This mouthy, sassy girl had his big dick in her mouth. Drooling all over his dick. Erik had to clench his fists to refrain from throat-fucking her.

“You’re such a nasty girl, Moni. You couldn’t wait to put this dick in your mouth.”

She surprised him with her lips on his balls. She put her face all in it and flicked her tongue on the underside of his dick. All while looking gorgeous. He could prematurely ejaculate from that visual alone.

“You love this big dick, huh?”

“Mhm,” Emoni’s expression said it all, “My big dick, Prince…”

Her lips were around him again. Erik couldn’t control his hips thrusting forward to meet her mouth halfway. The glossy look in his eyes and the pout of his lip was evident of his undoing.

“You’re gonna make daddy cum, baby…”

It was best she stopped. The closer he got, the more his dick sank down her throat. Emoni gripped his thighs with her nails digging into his skin. Tears trickled down her cheeks when Erik thrust forward, touching her uvula.

“I told you to suck what you could, now look,” Erik grabbed her by the hair, “I gotta feed you some more…”

“Mm!”

“Fuck!”

Erik cradled Emoni’s head and shot a thick load down her throat. She gulped it down while cleaning him off and it made him cum some more. A bead of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose as he stared down at her with primal desire. Emoni licked her lips as her eyes connected with his.

“I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed it. That was a lot of cum, Erik,” Emoni spoke with a quiver. She was still trying to recover from his dick being in her throat, “And you taste so good.”

Erik didn’t say a words as he lowered between her legs. When Emoni spread her thighs, Erik could see a dribble of her creamy essence just leaking. Before he put his face in it, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and startled sucking. They were too hard for him to ignore.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” Erik kissed between her breasts before bringing his lips to her other nipple, “How bad you want it?”

“So bad, daddy,” Emoni clawed his back.

Erik hissed before sinking his teeth into her right nipple. Emoni gasped, the mixture of pleasure and pain so good she couldn’t control the flutter between her legs. Erik did it again to her other breast, enjoying the way she cried out. She clung to him like she wanted to live in his skin. His pulse was deafening in his ears. It felt as if all the blood in his veins rushed to his dick. The hardest he’d ever been. Like a concrete center block.

“Lower…please…”

“Beg better than that, Moni.” Erik teased.

“I’m so wet…I can’t take it…”

“You can take it,” Erik kissed and nibbled his way down her body, “You’ve been such a good girl for me…”

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” Emoni spread her legs wider, “Erik, please.”

it was her anxiousness. She kept rolling her hips towards his face like a sex-crazed woman. Erik had to give her what she wanted. Seeing Emoni so uninhibited and horny like that was breathtaking. Erik gave her what she wanted. He pressed his lips on her clit and kissed all over it before doing the same to her outer lips. Emoni threw her head back and raked her fingers through Erik’s locs.

The taste of her. He could bottle it up. She tasted heavenly. He found himself sucking and licking in tandem. Emoni sat up on her elbows to watch. Those unruly curls and doe eyes with a mouth full of her sweet pussy could make him cum again. The sound of his lips smacking sensually was akin to someone lapping at water. She was so wet. His spit wasn’t even a factor. Erik slurped her up like a famished man. With so much vigor and emotion. Emoni’s stomach almost caved in from the creeping sensation of her orgasm.

“Huhhhh! Oh! Oooo—”

Erik didn’t stop. He refused to stop. It didn’t matter that she was squeezing his head with her thighs. It didn’t matter that she was writhing and begging him to stop. It didn’t matter that she was yanking on his hair. He flicked his flat tongue up and down. Up and down. Back and forth. Back and forth. In a circle.

“Can’t hide this pussy from me,” Erik spoke against her folds.

“ERIK!”

She went to lay on her side and Erik followed. Somehow, she ended up straddling his face. Emoni had a fist full of his locs and she rode his nose, bucking her hips and grinding that fat puss into his mouth. Erik had a handful of her cheeks and he pushed her to keep going. Emoni spread her legs and tugged on Erik’s hair, forcing his head from the bed. Emoni was slow grinding and feeding Erik pussy. The unabashed cries of pleasure from her was beyond words. She was sweaty and filled with so much lust. The opposite of her controlled demeanor.

Erik sucked skillfully and Emoni froze above him with a bounce of her thighs she couldn’t contain. Her arousal mixed with Erik’s spit dripped down his chin and neck.

“Ohhhh g–g–goo–ood–da–daddyeeeeeeeeee!”

Emoni fell forward over his face and Erik allowed her to ride out her intense release. He could feel her sticky fluids on his lips and chin. Erik gently placed Emoni onto her back and he kissed up her body until his lips were on hers again. They shared the taste of her cum and moaned into each other’s mouths. Erik broke the kiss to look at her. Emoni had tears in her eyes. He thumbed her tears away.

“That was amazing,” Emoni spoke through sniffles.

“It was. Exactly what I dreamed of doing to you…now I gotta feel you around me.”

Erik lifted his hips and with one hand he aimed his tip at her drenched folds. Emoni placed her hands on his shoulders and held his gaze. Erik pushed forward and his dick sank inside to the hilt in one motion. Emoni’s eyes widened at how stretched she felt. Her walls were so taunt around his girth. Erik clenched his jaw and fought the urge to paint her walls. He needed to see how his dick looked inside of her. He sat up above her so that they could both watch.

“You fit so perfect around me, baby…”

Erik kissed Emoni while thrusting in and out slowly. He had to stop kissing her to see. It felt so good but the sight of his dick coated with cream set something off inside of him.

“That’s…that’s so good,” Emoni whispered with a tremble in her voice.

“Relax, I gotchu…”

She was shaking. He knew it was his big dick making her do that. He could tell from the way his dick split her open that it was a lot for her.

“Spread them legs, Emoni…”

Erik picked up the pace. She buried her face against her knee and just felt. Erik rocked into her warm center with his eyes locked on her. His balls slapping her ass mixed with the sound of her wet ass pussy was music to his ears.

“Damn, I’m deep in this. You hear that? This what you kept from me?”

“Fuck, Erik, FUCK.”

“I asked you a question.”

Erik went faster. Emoni wasn’t prepared. She looked up at him with tears streaming from her eyes. Erik had her folded up so his dick could dig deep and right where he wanted it with no running. He’d waited too long for this moment and she wasn’t going to escape his wrath.

“Erik, oh my goodness—”

“Answer me,” Erik growled.

“YES!”

“You played a lot of games, girl. Too many fuckin’ games. Got that ass now, yeah?”

Emoni bit down on her bottom lip and her eyes crossed. Erik felt her clamp down on him and it took all of him not cum. He made her cum though. Emoni’s lower lip quivered when he slipped out. Erik was on that pussy with his mouth to clean her up. Emoni was too weak to fight him. But she could feel herself squirting. It was an out of body experience.

“That’s okay, I like that, baby…”

Emoni finally regained consciousness and she sat up. Erik soothed her with his lips and rubbed her pussy lips with his fingers. He couldn’t help himself when he pushed inside of her. She was weeping on his fingers. The most he’d ever seen.

“Damn, baby. I got this pussy soaked. Listen to that,” Erik’s fingers going in and out of her created a gushy sound, “That’s what I like to hear. All because of daddy’s big dick…and daddy got more for you.”

“I want more…”

“You want more in this wet—wet?”

“Please…”

“Didn’t I tell you I was gon’ get you right?”

Erik wanted to hear her say it.

“Yes, daddy. Yes…”

She was in a dicked-out daze.

He didn’t ask her how she wanted him. Erik arched Emoni’s back and he was standing behind her with his dick pointed at her spread-open lips from the back. He sank back into that creamy pussy and Emoni buried her face into the sheets. Erik slipped out to see how his dick opened her up. Something in him, maybe a voice, some type of unknown force, had him putting his face in her pussy. He left teeth marks and hickeys all over her beautiful ass. With a lick of his lips he pumped that big dick in her again.

“Give daddy that pussy, Princess.”

“ERIK! erikerikerikerikerik—”

He was cracking her back so good Emoni couldn’t get a complete sentence out. To see his big dick disappear inside of her little body made him fuck her harder. Erik hooked his hands in the crease of her elbows and drilled her.

“You’re taking my pussy from me, daddy!” Emoni cried out.

“It’s my pussy, Moni. I’m taking my pussy.” Erik corrected.

“Ima cum on this big dick again!”

She glossed his dick and Erik simply chuckled.

“You’re so leaky for me.”

He was back inside and feeding her pussy what it wanted and craved with slower strokes. Emoni looked back at him with puffy eyes and an equally puffy pussy from Erik’s pounding. He stared into her eyes while he fucked her.

“Stay right there…that’s daddy’s baby…uh-huh…all night long in this pussy…”

Emoni’s eyes drifted shut and her back bowed when Erik went deep. He simply fixed her arch and pumped her with two more strokes that had her cumming again. Erik got down on the bed behind and fucked her slow from the side with a hand around her neck and his lips against her ear. He would thrust up into her and hold his dick there for a few seconds before sliding out to the tip and repeating. He buried his nose against her neck to smell her perfume. Emoni interlocked her fingers with his and lifted her leg more for him.

“I love you…and I’m so happy to have you, my Princess. I wanna make love to you in my Royal chambers…on my throne…beneath the Wakandan sunset…”

Emoni stared down between her legs to watch his dick go in and out. His words had her gripping him.

“This how I want you when I put a baby in you…I want you just like this,” Erik whispered in her ear, “Get that leg up nice and high…fuck into you slow…bury my fuckin’ dick in you…give this pussy what she wants…and cum so deep…just slide in and out of this wet pussy just like this…you loving that, huh? Having my babies? Taking this big dick whenever and wherever? Huh?…” Erik placed his thumb in her mouth to suck on, “Huh, Princess? You got a little frame but you take big dick…”

Erik held that leg up and fucked her long and hard. He multitasked by rubbing her clit with his other hand. She was at his mercy. That beautiful body. She pouted her lips and whimpered with each upstroke of his big dick.

“This angle…I’m a squirt…”

She didn’t have time. She was leaking all over his dick. And it added more slip. His dick glided between her folds and up in that pussy with such precision and ease she couldn’t even form words.

“Daddy about to nut…I can’t hold off…can’t hold this nut off—”

Erik’s fingers gripped her thigh hard and after two more thrusts he came inside of Emoni. She looked back at him and Erik tongued her down. He slowly pumped his seed into her pussy, making sure to keep it there.

——

Present Day:

Eyes connected and hearts pounding. Like a picture book, everything came back to their minds. It took for Erik to connect with her through sex for them to remember it all. And when they did, Emoni was overcome with emotion.

She told him that she loved him. And as crazy as that sounds, she did. She indeed loved Erik. And he felt the exact same way. She could feel that spark between them. And then she remembered…

They got married. She’s a wife now. The sex. They had sex all over Erik’s bedroom. He’d given her love bites, he shaved her pussy, he got a tattoo of her name, she got her belly button pierced. All of it happened last night. And she’d enjoyed it all. The emotions she’d felt at that time came back and it felt real and genuine. She could tell from the look in Erik’s eyes that he felt the exact same way. All of it so overwhelming but exactly what they wanted.

Once the tremors subsided, Erik kissed her gently, sweetly.

“You're mine, finally,” he sighed against her mouth. "All mine."

His fingers trailed between their sweaty bodies, finding the bellybutton piercing and stroking over it.

“My wife...my mate.”

The words registered, but Emoni was too enthralled with his distracting hands and lips, and with the slow rocking motion he made with his hips to stop and have a conversation about it. He was still so hard inside her, determined to prove his possession of her, and she found her body responding again.

His hips were relaxed as he rolled them, sliding forward again without haste, swaying in and out like the waves beneath them. He took his time loving her, his hold on her absolute as if she were the most precious thing in his life and this the most important moment he'd ever known. Tears pricked her eyes as she felt the first surge of desire sweep over her senses, taking her into the clouds, and with a cry, she gave herself over to it.

"More," she moaned, pressing her knees tighter against his sides to keep him from pulling out and moving off. "I need more, Erik. Please!"

His lips trailed a path down her throat, over the delicate bones of her shoulder even as he slowly worked his hips in a rocking motion that had him hitting at the right spots, making her see stars. When he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked, licking over the bite mark he'd left upon her breast, Emoni’s whole body shuddered in response. Nibbling electric shocks of pleasure ran the length of her spine and had her arching her back, offering herself up to him again, even as he bottomed out inside her, bringing them fully together again and again.

"Oh, my god. Don't...stop!"

A growling sound emitted from his chest again. Then, wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them so she was sprawled atop of him in a gloriously disheveled heap. With a firm grip, he resettled her over his big dick until she could feel it throbbing deep within her.

“Your turn,” he offered, and with a firm grip on her hips, he guided her to move over him for his pleasure. “Take all of it.”

Tossing her head back, Emoni closed her eyes and rode him hard, wanting to possess him as thoroughly as he'd done her. Every glide forward was met by his upwardly surging hips, forcing him deep into her slick, wet pussy.

His hands were everywhere, exploring her waist, her belly, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. He traced the mark he'd left on her, played with the piercing in her belly, circling the proof of his claim upon her and causing a ripple effect of heat throughout her body in response.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered as she dug her nails into his chest, leaving behind reddish-purple, crescent-shaped divots in his skin. “So fucking beautiful, my Princess.”

There it was again—that arrogant, lordly persistence of ownership over her. Was it a declaration of his intentions, or simply a reiterating of the truth? She had to know...

Heavy-lidded and trembling with insatiable lust, she continued her relentless pace and pinned him down, meeting his warm, onyx gaze.

“We’re married, aren’t we?”

He pursed his lips and stared at her, clearly on the fence between confession and diversion.

“I’m your wife now? You saw it too, right?” she persisted.

“Emoni…”

She reached up one hand and palmed her left breast, stroking over his bite mark, presenting it as proof of her theory. Her whole body shook, tightened as she lightly fingered over the two, small piercings he'd made with his teeth. “I feel different now,” she admitted. “I feel...so much. Everything.” Desire slammed through her as she pinched the skin, pulling her nipple, and she threw her head back and wailed, “I can't stop!” Her hips were moving out of her control to a frantic pace now, fucking him so hard, the bed creaked ominously under them. “What have you done to me, Erik?! I feel so…unh!”

He reached for her. “Emoni, I‒”

She shoved him back down as he made to sit up, and bent so their mouths touched, preventing him from evading her question, again. “If you did this to me, and I'm yours now, then you're just as much mine, Erik. MINE!” She groaned now, feeling savage and powerfully possessive of her lover. She'd done her share of dating over the years, but this...this was a level of attraction that far exceeded anything she'd ever felt before. “And I don't share. Understand?”

Wonderment, then relief reflected in his face, and then there came a sudden and very final shift, as if some piece of the puzzle that had been them for so long finally notched itself into place in his brain and within his soul. A dark, feral intensity seemed to come over him.

His eyes gleamed like diamonds in the sunlight coming in through the round window nearby and his fierce smirk stole her breath.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Fuck me and make me all yours, Princess. Mark me up and claim me.”

So, she did.

She rode him, sucked on his neck, wrapped a hand around his neck. Erik popped her on the ass and encouraged her to keep bouncing and fucking that dick with that tight pussy.

“I need you to shoot that cum in my pussy!”

She could feel him throbbing. Erik parted his lips and moaned her name.

“Give me what I want…I feel that big dick…let it out for me…give me all of it, daddy.”

“Ahhh, fuuuuckkkk—”

When all of the fucking and biting and scratching and moaning had reached its peak and tossed them into the storm together once more, when it was finally done and they were irrevocably mated to each other with full consent on both sides, Emoni slumped over Erik exhausted and thoroughly sated.

Quietly, she lay within his arms until her breathing evened out and her blood returned to its normal courses. Only then did she allow her mind to retake the reins.

As rationality returned, so too did the answer as to why she could remember all of the events after the reception. It hadn't just been something to do to stave off loneliness, or an itch to scratch, but because there was an undeniable, powerful connection between them...something that promised forever.

It didn’t feel on a whim. Yes, they were extremely sexual and weren't concerned about sleeping around, but as far as love and domestication were concerned, Emoni wasn’t expecting that. What had it been?

It seemed Erik’s inner jaguar had decided she was his one and only.

She couldn't deny it, either: the sex had been good—really, truly good. Mind-blowing, in fact. It had never been like that for her before, and she was guessing by Erik’s reactions during their love-making and now, with his light, affectionate caressing of her skin in the afters, that he felt the same. He radiated contentment, the same as her, and he was holding her close as if he didn't plan to let her go.

Well, that certainly explained everything, didn't it? From the office flirting to the jealous feelings every time she saw him with another women to the orgasms she'd given herself in secret while thinking of him. No wonder she'd been an absolute basket-case where Erik was concerned.

Surprising her quite suddenly, Erik drew her even closer to him, nuzzled into her hairline, and shushed her. “You're thinking too much again.”

She frowned, pushed back a bit, and rose up on her elbow to look down at him. “And how would you know what I'm thinking?”

His eyebrow twitched and a slow, mysterious smile wound up his cheek. “Because I know you, my Princess.”

He reached up and brushed her fringe out of her eyes. “Between worrying about who might have seen us leave together last night, whether we would be the talk of the office under some scandalous headline, and why it was you couldn't recall a thing we did after hitting the dance floor at the reception, I thought my head would explode. The only time that fantastic brain of yours was relatively quiet this morning was when I was fucking you.”

She gaped at him. “You… so now you have psychic abilities?”

He chuckled and in a quick move, rolled them and had her on her back again. “No. I just know you.”

“Is that so?” She didn't believe a single word coming out of his mouth and the expression she shot him made sure he knew it. “Then what am I thinking right now?”

He chuckled, and the wicked sound shot straight through her like electricity.

“You want me to propose properly, despite the fact we're already married.”

That gave her pause. She recalled the chapel and then exchanging vows. Was that really a marriage?

Sliding a hand down her belly, he played with her piercing. “I love this piercing on you. And I must say the tattoo of your name on my hip is perfect.”

She ran her fingers through his coarse hair and arched into him. “And when…will you give me…a real ring?” she asked, feeling a bit breathless from his amorous attentions.

He shrugged, dipping his mouth lower to place tiny, nipping kisses to her hips and thighs. “I have a ring back home. Waiting for the right time.” He circled the wet lips of her pussy with his tongue. “Guess my inner Jaguar decided he'd waited long enough.”

Emoni whimpered and raised her hips, silently begging him to stop torturing her and to just get to the part where he sucked her clit already. “You...you wanted to marry me before last night then?”

Onyx eyes glanced up at her as he placed tormenting, open-mouthed kisses upon her tingling flesh. “For years and years,” he admitted with an impish smirk. “Now shut up, and give me this sweet pussy again.”

She widened her legs and threw her head back on the pillow as he pressed in, making room for himself, taking her over...making her head spin.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, accepting that she was so utterly his.

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"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Chapter 15

Masterlist HERE.

"My compass does just fine on its own

So much pride, it built a second home

I, I can't hide behind me no more

I went solo and flew high (high)

No one said it would be easy or crowded

How do you stay grounded alone?

(I) I wanna be surrounded by

My design in full

Not for sale"

Rae Khalil – "Is It Worth It?"

Working in the Grand Hall of Parliament was not N'Jadaka's favorite part of the week. Luckily, he only did it twice a week. N'Jadaka always reserved mornings for the Council of Elders, with the occasional time block for citizen petitions presented to him on Tuesdays. His afternoons focused on office meetings with department heads or state visits throughout Wakanda. The rest of his calendar year juggled international travel dates to various countries for public events and private talks.

He glanced over to his right where Yani perched, all reserved and queenly. The isicholo on her head carried such a presence next to him. It had been over six years since a queen had been a part of proceedings and the room buzzed with a charge of energy that hadn't been there since he had become king. Even the giant ten-foot high iron and vibranium masks that represented each tribe looking down upon them from the walls conveyed more ancestral weight with her attendance.

The interior of the Grand Hall had an egg shape, with Yani and himself positioned at the narrow end next to the Head of Parliament known as the Mkhulu Inkokeli. A woman named Sesam of the Mining Tribe held the position for a term of five years. She took a liking to Yani's overall demeanor right away and began proceedings quickly so they could finish at a reasonable time for the queen's first day. He glanced at his wife again.

They fit.

As king and queen.

His intimidating aura and Yani's calm and collected appeal balanced the country's royal leadership. She listened with rapt attention to raised voices and assertive arguments from nobles and commoners who represented their districts with passion and acerbic wit. Wakandans were gifted orators, and each tribe had their own distinct and bombastic style of handing out public lashings to their opponents. Several times, Yani burst out laughing at a sharp retort, and her melodic voice brought out the competitiveness in the group to outshine one another to impress the queen. That afternoon presented three bills that needed approval to move forward by himself and Yani. She read the proposed bills on a comm tab in front of her and highlighted the line items she needed clarification on. Whenever he or she needed to speak to each other, or ask Sesam a question, they tapped a button on the voting console embedded in the desk to silence their mics. Yani pressed another button and everyone stopped speaking to hear her voice amplified for a general question to a politician. She mixed the Wakandan she knew with English and was relieved to know that every person in that assembly spoke and understood English. They found her attempts at the national language impressive. Umama taught her how to pause with her words and not utter "um" or other place holder words when she felt flustered searching for how to say something in Wakandan. It helped her sound more confident with the language.

Yani directed her current inquiry to a husky man with a robust personality from the Jabari Tribe.

"Inkokeli Tayo, are your concerns about expanding local tourism in your region because of ecological worries or cultural ones?" Yani asked.

Tayo turned in Yani's direction. He wore a flamboyant style of furs and fringe, and sported a 'frohawk adorned with small mollusk shells. The Jabari Tribe secured representation in parliament within the last four years and became the most ardent debaters on every bill brought before the Grand Hall meetings. Having been closed off from the rest of Wakandan society for centuries, they were still learning how to work with a collective governing body. M'Baku sat near Tayo. He'd missed the Council of Elders meeting to tend to military maneuvers in the field on N'Jadaka's behalf. The king acknowledged him with a tilt of his head.

"Queen Yani, we have preserved our lands since we severed our union with Wakanda long ago. We should be exempt from any plans to expand the reach of strangers into our lands who may not respect our values and way of life. Wakandans prefer technology over everything else and we are not equipped to handle an influx of ardent technophiles who may influence our young people in ways that go against Jabari traditions," Tayo said.

Remy pressed a button on his desk console. Sesam acknowledged him.

"The chair recognizes Inkokeli Ramatla Ntu."

Yani sucked her teeth low, but N'Jadaka clocked the agitation in the sound. Remy stood, nodded to Tayo, and looked at Yani.

"Kumkanikazi, local tourism engages our citizens in cultural exchanges that are beneficial to everyone involved. It is because the Jabarilands have been cut off from us that we seek reunification through tourism. If the Jabari Tribe are to be a part of this assembly making important decisions that affect all of Wakanda, they cannot stay aloof. With all due respect, Inkokeli Tayo, the Jabari can no longer look down at us from the sky. You must join us as a united kingdom."

Several assembly members stood up and applauded, invigorated by Remy's words cajoling the Jabari to concede. A few of the male Jabari tribal members backing Tayo's speech hooted and barked. Some people fussed back and forth with other tribes giving their opinions on Remy's call for action. Others whispered and looked toward N'Jadaka, trying to read his expression and the queen's.

Yani shifted in her seat. Her willful brown eyes peered at Remy with thoughtful consideration and then she focused her attention on Tayo using measured language.

"Inkokeli Tayo, I understand your concerns. Back where I am from, I worked for an ecotourism company that showcased our protected mangroves and sea life. Our culture relied on tourism for our livelihood. Most of our people were taught from a young age to view the tourism industry as our primary means of survival. I sometimes grew tired of people coming to our island and having everything catered to their whims because we depended on them to live. Our home became entertainment and a playground for strangers all over the world. Here in Wakanda, we are in a unique position to control the number of people permitted entry and we also don't need tourism for our survival under capitalism. I'm sure we can find a compromise that satisfies everyone here. Would you feel more comfortable if we waited on tourism in the Jabarilands until your people came up with a plan that worked better for you?"

The sweet sound of Yani's voice enchanted everyone listening. N'Jadaka kept his expression neutral, although he was beaming inside because of her eloquence, understanding, and gentle nudge of non-Jabari to ease their pressure on the mountain tribe. Tayo glanced at M'Baku. The great chief of the Jabari nodded his head.

"Yes…yes Queen Yani. We would prefer not to be included with any proposals for expanding tourism in our mountains."

Yani looked at Mkhulu Inkokeli Sesam.

"Can we table that proposed bill for now? I'm willing to help the Jabari present something different in the future when they are ready. Limited tourism stressing the importance of preserving delicate cultural ecosystems is something I have expertise in," Yani said.

Mkhulu Inkokeli Sesam seemed surprised at the offer and glanced at N'Jadaka before speaking.

"I suppose we can put that off. King N'Jadaka, do you have any objections?"

"I have none."

Sesam continued.

"How much time would you need, kumkanikazi?"

Yani tapped her kimoyo and interfaced it with her comm tab. Her personal calendar floated flat on the desk in a bright neon orange glow and she overlaid the upcoming parliament schedule on top of it, searching for an open date. She was booked and busy for months, from what he could tell.

"September 28th," Yani said. "I'll meet with Council Elder Chief M'Baku at his convenience and discuss the matter further with him and his administration."

"Very well. All in favor?" Sesam asked the entire body.

"Ewe!" the entire body replied.

N'Jadaka leaned over to her ear and whispered, "You just saved us from listening to Tayo run a long ass speech about the virtues of the Jabariland traditions since 28,000 B.C.!"

Yani tapped her calendar until she locked in her schedule. He rubbed his hand against hers and she patted his arm.

"I planned on visiting M'Baku's wife Ayomide during their Founder's Day Celebration Brunch. That would be the best time to speak to them while they're in a festive mood. The Jabarilands are beautiful and the rest of Wakanda would learn to respect and appreciate their ways if they visited in person. I loved my tour of it and there are ways to make it less stressful for their people," she said.

"And if they disagree?"

"I'll charm them," she said.

"Look at you acting all big and bad," he teased.

They watched the assembly vote on two bills before release. Several nobles rushed N'Jadaka, wanting to invite them to mid-day snacks and tea inside the dining wing on the ninth floor. Yani had never visited it before and looked enthralled by its elegant look. All government staff ate there throughout the day, and the ornate furniture and fixtures showcased the vast wealth of Wakanda.

The food and ambiance were not much different from an exclusive, top-notch restaurant. One section highlighted the best view of the sprawling skyline and the beauty of the Jabari Mountains. The sky bridge looked breathtaking connecting them to the East palace. From that angle, shielded behind smoked-glass that transitioned from light to dark on its own to offset glares from the sun, N'Jadaka admired the meticulous construction of the double citadel structure. The palace had been designed as a mighty fortress with the addition of spiky, reinforced torons that blended decorative elements to the overall architecture. At that time of day, the sunlight struck the exterior and gave off warm metallic hues of sun-baked bronze, and burnished copper with slight undertones of orange and pink. He pointed it out to Yani, and she appreciated the splendor of African creativity.

Below them were smaller, older towers with gold turrets that flanked the moat surrounding the double palace. Across from the moat were round, thatched-roof buildings that contrasted the more sophisticated structures of their civic center signaling the start of Birnin Zana's Old Town that was popular with the locals for shopping and tasty street food. The winding river valley they nestled within informed the circular city layout that housed structures along the contours of the natural environment.

N'Jadaka normally had reserved seating set aside for him with the best window view, but he often dined with officials at different tables throughout the week. The mid-day meal menu featured aromatic Bashenga Mountain coffee, tea, fruit drinks, small sandwiches, and other light dishes. Yani chose to dine with Sesam, M'Baku, Tayo, and a few other Jabari representatives at a center table that made him feel like they were gold fish being watched in the middle of a fishbowl. All eyes studied their interactions. Everyone stood when they entered and wouldn't sit down until they did.

"Good to see you again," M'Baku said, shaking N'Jadaka's hand.

Yani gave the big man a hug, and a smile broke out on his face. N'Jadaka presented his wife to Tayo formally.

"Tayo, this is my wife, Queen Yani," N'Jadaka said, reining in Yani's overly enthusiastic greetings.

She took the hint and concentrated on greeting Tayo properly, which meant no physical contact outside of handshakes, and only if she initiated. Tayo shook Yani's outstretched hand.

"Thank you for your support today," Tayo said.

N'Jadaka pulled out Yani's chair and pushed in her seat once she was comfortable. He sat next to her and the others sat down after he did. They ate a few finger sandwiches and pastries, sharing stories about their honeymoon and catching up on political gossip. Two servers carried burning coffee beans and incense in large ceramic bowls. They walked around the busy dining wing to entice more consumption with a new fresh brew's scent wafting all around them. Four more servers wandered through each section, pushing carts of desserts and hot tea steeping in pots. N'Jadaka helped himself to some bria tea and a blackberry Danish.

"Has your first day been exhausting for you yet?" M'Baku asked.

Yani looked up at the high vaulted gold ceiling and laughed. M'Baku joined her, understanding the clipped pace they all worked.

"There's a lot to take in," she said.

Sesam pointed out important players to Yani throughout the room. There were nearly ninety people in the dining wing, and Yani recognized quite a few from various public events and their wedding.

"I will have to end this little soirée," N'Jadaka said. "I have work waiting in my office."

He stood, bid farewell to people, and chaperoned Yani out of the wing. They separated in the middle of a wide hall behind a huge art installation of a giant panther about to pounce over stairs that led down to more offices. He watched her leave his side flanked by her Doras, off to handle her new office staff with plans for the Queen's Ball and her various other commitments for the people. He wanted to kiss her, but he had to follow decorum, too.

The trek back to his office was at an easy pace. He was in no rush to dig into the bullshit that probably waited for him behind the door he now stood in front of on his private floor.

Stepping inside, he nodded at all the smiling faces and headed toward the back. Tlotliso and Mpilo waited for him in front of Tlotliso's desk.

"Welcome back, kumkani," Tlotliso said, handing him a stack of mail. Mpilo grinned from ear to ear, gripping a pile of folders with papers that needed the king's signature.

"Good to be back, Tlotliso. Hold all my calls for the next hour. Mpilo, follow me," he said.

"King N'Jadaka, you are looking refreshed. How was Queen Yani's first day?"

"She did great work today. Made quite a splash on the assembly this afternoon."

"I am not surprised. Princess Shuri left a message that she will be twenty minutes late for your meeting today."

"Why? And why such a precise time? We're not touching bases until after five."

"She did not relay that information to me."

N'Jadaka swept into his inner office and it smelled of frankincense and older Wakandan spices that tickled his nose with their spicy scent.

"Hello Grandmother," he said to Queen Shuriya's painting on the wall.

He shook his arms and stretched before taking his seat behind an organized desk that already had sparkling water and more snacks ready for him for the rest of the day. Mpilo placed the folders he carried inside an inbox holder and waited for further instructions. N'Jadaka took an ornate silver letter opener and went through his mail. Invitations to speak at universities in America and Canada. A wedding invitation from a noble. Court dismissals from three lawsuits aimed to stop Wakanda from helping Black Americans at three community outreach centers. A thank-you card from a First Nations tribe in Canada for funding lawyers to pursue cases against their government. A judgment from the Wakandan Supreme court that settled a case on N'Jadaka's behalf for the murder of his father by King T'Chaka. The court would seal the document from the public. He closed his eyes. There was monetary compensation that would never be enough to replace his father or mother. But he had in legal writing that his family had been wronged and the Udaku clan took responsibility for it. He would put the billion dollar compensation in a trust for his children, including the one not born yet.

Mpilo poured him water and patiently waited for his signature on all twenty documents prepared for him. He punched in his electronic signature on Mpilo's comm tab, too.

"I'll leave you to your daily reports, sir," Mpilo said, gathering the folders again.

"Thanks."

Mpilo left and shut his office door. N'Jadaka spun around in his chair and took a break to look over his kingdom.

Queen Yani sauntered inside her new office with her back straight and head held so high that she felt twenty feet tall. An unspoken pride settled over her. She let the Grand Hall know she wasn't an ornamental display for the king. She had opinions and insight that would move the country forward, and asserting her voice early instead of later left a mark on the politicians who still considered her an outsider.

Yani's secretary/office manager, Wunmi, filled her in on her immediate schedule for the week and Yani wrangled the staff together inside her palatial office for a meeting while her brain still buzzed from the Grand Hall assembly. Her media manager, research assistant, PR officer, personal assistant, event planner, and secretary gathered seats in a semi-circle facing Yani's desk. Her staff's own assistants stood behind their chairs holding comm tabs, bringing the total number of people under her team to nine.

"I'm going to help the Jabari Tribe come up with a feasible plan to have ecotourism in their territory by spring of next year. I halted a bill that would force this on them, so now we are responsible for two things: one, convincing a very insular culture that opening up to the rest of the nation is a good thing. Two, prepare the nation in a positive way to respect the Jabari way of life. I want a campaign created that highlights the beauty and ecological importance of preserving mountain ecosystems from climate change. If we go at that angle, then I think people are willing to support a cap on the number of people that can visit there to help protect that area. Consider using commercials and bringing educators from the Jabarilands to present media segments on popular talk shows to build more rapport. Use our connections to the hottest entertainment sites in the industry."

Her staff took notes and listened.

"Next, I want my Queen's Ball to have a nighttime in nature theme," Yani looked at her event planner, "Put Jabari cuisine on the dinner and dessert menu. I want the decorations to resemble the ancient forests of Ekuqaleni up against the Jabari side of the mountains. Maybe call the theme 'A Night With the Ancestors' or something like that. I want people to walk into that gigantic ballroom and feel like they stepped back in time at the creation of Wakanda."

Yani's words lit a fire in the eyes of her staff that nodded, smiled, and gave little squeals of excitement.

"I have some other ideas, but let's start with that. We have two months to pull this theme together. The first save the date cards already went out at the beginning of the year, so I want mock-ups made of the final invitations with the theme all over it. I want those invitations to become collector's items. Beyond fancy…art pieces, hear mi now? I want to see this by next Thursday."

Everyone nodded.

"Next item. The Queen's Tea at the Zana Arboretum always has a highlighted garden flower in the decorations, so this year the flower will be the Eleyi Ti Ayaba," Yani said.

Wunmi raised her hand.

"Yes?" Yani said.

"It is lovely that you want the Purple Queen flower of the Jabarilands, for your Queen's Tea theme, but will we have enough available for the elaborate decorations? The mountain variety is so rare, and the big draw of the tea is the floral arrangements."

"This is where conservation comes in. I had the royal gardeners set up a greenhouse to grow some here four months ago, and they are working closely with the arboretum."

"So you pre-planned this before, well in advance? Brilliant!" Wunmi said.

"Yes. My daughter Joba is helping me. She is using some for her fairy garden, too. Lady Ayomide gave us seeds as a gift last New Year's. We've grown our own valley ones and we'll mix them together. The Jabari took Purple Queen flowers with them to the mountains when they left Wakanda. Speciation took place with those seeds up there creating a new variety, but its origin roots are here in the river valley. I want to make the bold statement that we're all connected. They don't want to lose their way of life, so I'll show them we appreciate who they are and won't force them to change just because we want to embrace our shared future."

Yani's personal assistant, Melele, twisted up her lips.

"Do we really think the Jabari will appreciate the queen's efforts? They are such an arrogant people," Melele grumbled.

"And we aren't arrogant, too?" Yani retorted.

Her staff laughed, and Melele grinned. Yani gauged the atmosphere of the room. Her people were ready to work.

"There are young people up in those snow-capped mountains who are ready to embrace the future of what the Jabari can become joined with us. Their elders are slowly witnessing the respect my husband gives them and how he values their views on life. Wakanda has slowly opened up to the world and we haven't fallen away from our values. The Jabari will see that. The five tribes are separate fingers on one hand, but pulled together, they become a fist. I want to give the king that fist."

She clapped her hands.

"Okay now, let's get to work. Melele, fix me a tray of libations and snacks. I need to go through my mail and a few things before my Ladies in Waiting arrive."

"Yes, ma'am."

Melele closed the office door after the staff filed out. Yani sighed and lifted her isicholo from her head and set it upon the crown stand behind her seat. Gold letter opener in hand, she went through her mail and made piles of events she would attend and those she would not. There wasn't enough time in the rest of the year to attend every party, ball, civic event, art opening, or wedding…

Yani held a peach-colored envelope made of expensive parchment closer to her face.

A special invitation.

She sliced it open and read the contents.

"Rra Mxolisi Ntu and Lady Thembeka Ntu cordially invite the King and Queen of Wakanda to the marriage of their son Ramatla Kagiso Ntu to Lady Ime Leatla Molefhe…"

Remy would marry in two weeks. Lady Thembeka must've fast-tracked the wedding to lock down Ime for her son. She wondered how much money Remy's family paid for Ime's ikhaze. N'Jadaka's family paid Aunt Leona five million American dollars for her ikhaze in place of her parents for Yani's hand in marriage. One million was for Yani, and two million for each child she birthed for the king. She had been touched that they included Sydette in the bride price.

A knock at the door brought her out of intrusive, bitter thoughts. She had been so foolish to get involved with Remy outside of the work relationship she once shared with him. Her impulsiveness and jealousy pushed her towards someone she should have kept at a distance and forgotten.

"Yes?"

"Ma'am, Lady Zola and Lady Ilana are here," Melele said.

"Send them in."

Yani stood and her girls clamored in carrying a bottle of champagne and gourmet chocolates in a fancy basket.

"What is all this?" Yani asked, accepting the gifts.

They shared hugs and cheek kisses before Yani waved for them to sit in the plush, dark leather chairs in front of her desk.

"Celebrating your first day as the Queen of the Nation!" Zola shouted.

Ilana broke out champagne flutes that were inside the basket of chocolates. She used a wine bottle opener to pop the cork, and the bubbly spilled out onto the floor.

"I'm still at work," Yani protested.

"We don't care…here, sip and eat this chocolate," Zola said, shoving the basket Yani's way.

They chatted and snacked, clinked drinking glasses while Yani shared her travels, and the way N'Jadaka pampered her. Her friends listened with glossy eyes and smiles for her adventure. Ilana leaned forward to lift another chocolate from the basket and her eyes zeroed in on the wedding invitation.

"Oh…I see the Ntu clan sent you your invitation. We received ours too. Are you going?"

Yani tapped her finger on the raised blue embossed lettering of the Ntu name.

"Should I? There are so many other parties and celebrations to go to this month."

"You must go. I mean, if you decline, it would make the Ntu clan look bad, especially when they are footing the bill and hosting the entire wedding. They would see it as a slight on their honor," Ilana said.

"If Yani goes, then Ime will feel upstaged at her own celebration. Honestly, she's damned if she decides either way," Zola quipped.

"How so?" Yani asked.

Zola licked chocolate from her fingers and sat back in her seat.

"Everyone is still talking about what happened in that restroom at the banquet last month. The chattering class of elites is well aware that Ime has made you her sworn enemy. However, she cannot do anything to harm you because of your status. But if you show up on her special day, she will think you are flaunting your power."

"Flaunting my power? How? She's marrying the man of her dreams. I'm not there to break them up or cause a scene. I was nice enough to let her come to my nuptials."

"She will not see it that way no matter how you frame it, Yani," Zola said. "You are a blight on her existence. We all saw the way Remy made cow eyes at you during the banquet fuss. She will never forgive you for seeing it firsthand. You will always remind her that she was Remy's second choice"

Ilana played with her large gold hoop earring and stared at Yani.

"Hmmm…on the other hand, if you skip the nuptials, the Ntu clan will interpret it as the king not liking them. That won't bode well for politics. The Ntu's are powerful, petty and vindictive. That could brew trouble later in the future if you and the king have ambitions that need the support of top nobles," Ilana added.

"Thanks for helping me decide. It's better to step on Ime's neck at her wedding than create tension with an influential family."

Yani took out a fountain pen with royal purple ink on it and filled out the RSVP to attend with the king. She used her own purple wax seal to close the flap of the return envelope. Tossing the RSVP into her outgoing mail bin, she clasped her fingers and rested them on her desk.

"All done."

"Good," Zola said. "It would be a terrible event without you there to suffer with us."

"Alright, our dear sweet queen, we must get going. We're having dinner with the women of the Zana Social Club, since you can't hang out tonight," Ilana said.

"I know, I'm sorry, but my schedule this week is too tight to have fun. Let's look into next week. I'll need your input for the ball anyway."

Ilana and Zola both shook their hands with excitement.

"To think there hasn't been a Queen's Ball in five years!" Ilana said.

"Stylists, tailors and jewelers are booked solid for this celebration," Zola added.

"I'm going to have a theme this year," Yani said.

"A theme?" Ilana said with wide eyes.

"I wanted to plan something different for my inaugural ball. Add some fun and excitement."

"You are the first foreign-born queen. No one wants to miss the spectacle. It's historic. Having a theme will make you so unique. Every ball we've had has been nothing but who can out-class everyone and sucking up to the king and queen," Zola said.

"You two will have to be sworn to secrecy because I've added you to my planning committee. Clear your afternoons for next Thursday and the rest of the month."

"Can you tell us the theme now?" Zola begged.

"Nope. I want your honest reaction next Thursday."

Yani hugged her Ladies and forced them to take the last of the champagne and chocolates with them. Secluded in her office, she dug into reports and had a vid chat with her co-workers at the hospital she was on leave from. She pulled up files on her computer, searched for documents, and worked quietly for two uninterrupted hours.

"Ma'am?" Melele said. She knocked on Yani's open door.

"Yes?"

"You have an unscheduled visitor."

Yani glanced at her desk calendar.

"Who…?"

Sydette bounced in with a dimpled grin.

"Hi Mama…I mean Queen Mama."

"Get over here Miss Busy Body!"

Melele closed the door, and Yani hugged her daughter.

"Why are you here by yourself?"

"My Dora is outside waiting for me. I was on my way to the family library, and I decided to see you instead. How was your day?"

Sydette sat on the chair Zola previously occupied. Yani sat next to her in front of her desk.

"My day has been busy."

"Do you feel like a queen?"

"I kinda do, Sweet Pea."

"Good."

"Where are the twins? They're usually up under you."

"They're with our cousins playing in the game room. Kora is with them. Umama allowed me to go off by myself."

Sydette's eyes flicked away.

"What's wrong?"

"Does cousin Cee Cee have to go? I don't want Morgan and Croix to leave. Not before we have the big pool party this weekend. Why did Baba kick them out of Wakanda?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Cousin Cee Cee has been screaming and arguing with Auntie Leona. Twyla even came over today. All the grown-ups on their floor have been fussing. Auntie Anika and Auntie Dawnette tried to keep everything cool, but Cee Cee thinks everybody is against her. She said that you let Baba do that to her."

"I wish she didn't act a fool in front of you kids. That's not right."

"I know no one likes her…she's mean and talks about people…but she can be a lot of fun sometimes. She thinks no one loves her and sides with you because you give everyone money."

"Baba takes care of everyone financially because we're family. Not because we want people on our side."

"Why is she so mad at you?"

Yani exhaled and rubbed the side of her temple.

"Cee Cee likes to feel like she's in control of everyone around her. She was disrespectful to me when I first met your Baba. He worked a job that she didn't think was safe for me to be around—"

"Auntie Anika said she was jealous that you had Baba."

"That is part of it, too. Cee Cee has a bad habit of ruining relationships with people. Even her own. The fathers of her children left her and its hard being a single parent raising kids alone."

"But you did it and were always nice to people. That's no excuse."

"I agree. However, your Baba…he sometimes brings out the worst in people because they either envy him or dislike his way of thinking. He saved my life…saved your life. Spoiled us with his love. He was a literal Prince Charming, and I think Cee Cee wished it had been her that he saved."

"But he did save her. Our whole family. She can do anything she wants and never have to work if she doesn't want to. Morgan and Croix go to the best school in St. Thomas. Baba promised they could go to university here in Wakanda."

"Sweet Pea, some people are never happy no matter how much they have in life."

Sydette picked at the leather on her armrest.

"Can you ask Baba to change his mind? Maybe you could talk to her about changing herself and appreciating what you both give her and my cousins."

"I don't think Cee Cee will ever change."

"She said Baba won't let her be a princess. If you make her one, it might make her feel better about herself. I can give her my title if that will help."

"It doesn't work like that, baby. The king is your father and your title is your birthright now. It's a sweet gesture, but you can't give it out to anyone else."

"Can Morgan and Croix stay? At least for the rest of the week? We want them at our party."

Yani's heart hurt. She wanted Cee Cee gone from them, but her child still had love in her heart for such a problematic and hateful person.

"Sweet Pea…Cee Cee has hurt me for a long time. She tried to keep you and me away from Baba every chance she got. She even told my parents that Baba was an evil person."

Sydette's eyes grew as large as plums.

"She did that? But it's not true."

"It doesn't matter to her, as long as he was gone from our lives. Sometimes you have to cut off blood to save the rest of the family."

"I understand. I can't believe we have someone like that in our family."

"Baba wants her gone tonight. But I will talk to him about changing the date until after your party."

"I feel sorry for my cousins having a mother like that."

Sydette climbed off the chair and hugged Yani.

"I'm glad that I have you for my Mama," Sydette said, squeezing Yani's shoulders.

Sydette pulled back from Yani.

"Can you come with me to talk to Baba? Ask him about Morgan and Croix now?"

The pleading quality in her voice tugged at Yani's heartstrings.

"Okay. I will," Yani said.

She stood and reached for her isicholo, placing it on her head again. Checking her desk for unfinished tasks, she turned off her computer and filed away papers for the next day. Clasping Sydette's hand, she guided her daughter out from her inner office. She let Melele know she was leaving to see about a family matter. Yani's security team and Sydette's lone Dora followed them to an escalator. They rode up to another floor and entered a secured elevator to N'Jadaka's floor.

The king's dynamic staff hustled about and paused when Yani entered with Sydette.

"Queen Yani," Tlotliso said. She stepped from behind her desk to personally greet them.

"Is he busy right now? Princess Sydette would like to speak to her father."

Tlotliso tapped the intercom on her desk.

"King N'Jadaka, Queen Yani is here to see you with Princess Sydette."

Tlotliso beckoned for Yani to go right in. Mpilo walked past them with a comm tab.

"Queen Yani…Princess Sydette."

He dashed to his own desk, checking his daily planner.

"No worries, Mpilo. You didn't miss an appointment," Yani reassured.

Relieved, Mpilo escorted them to N'Jadaka's closed door and left them. Sydette turned the knob, and they stepped in quietly in case he was on a call.

"Hey, you two. What's going on? Were we supposed to do something I forgot about?"

N'Jadaka watched them from his desk. He had a neon yellow floating grid hovering to the left of his desk with images of several documents.

Yani waved her hand for Sydette to sit down, and she did the same.

"We're here to talk about a decision you made this morning," Yani said.

An eyebrow raised on his face.

"What would that be?"

Yani looked at Sydette, then turned her eyes back on her husband.

"Cee Cee leaving tonight. Today, Sydette witnessed the family fighting about it and came to my office to ask that Cee Cee be allowed to stay until the end of the week so that Croix and Morgan can go to the pool party."

N'Jadaka rubbed his forehead and stared at his daughter.

"I'm sure your mother explained how we feel about Cee Cee's behavior toward us?" he said.

"Yes, Baba. I don't want my younger cousins to be excluded from all the fun this weekend. Can they please stay until Sunday?"

"I already have the Royal Scorpion Fighter ready to take them after dinner. Cee Cee doesn't belong here with us."

His voice sounded firm. Sydette's lip trembled.

"I don't want my cousins to be punished because of her. Can they stay with us…with Auntie Leona until she goes back to the Virgin Islands?"

N'Jadaka glanced at Yani. It was hard saying no to their children. Sydette wiped at her eyes.

"They're good kids, Baba. They can't help who their mother is."

"Cee Cee won't let her children stay here without her, Sweet Pea. I think it's great that you're speaking up for them…I like them a lot…"

His voice trailed off as he locked eyes with Yani. She shrugged, not entirely against them staying for the rest of the week. They both didn't want to be the bad guy. N'Jadaka folded his hands on his desk.

"I'll call Aunt Leona and tell her that Cee Cee and the boys can stay through Sunday. Your mother and I will talk about keeping Croix and Morgan with Leona until she returns to the compound. Okay?"

"Thank you!"

Sydette jumped out of her seat and rushed to her father. She hugged him tight, and he kissed her forehead.

"Can I go tell the boys?" Sydette asked.

"Go on," he said.

"Bye Mama!" Sydette shouted, running out of the office.

N'Jadaka tapped his kimoyo beads. Leona's upper body floated above his wrist.

"N'Jadaka," Leona said in a weary voice.

Yani moved next to her husband.

"Hi Auntie. We heard about today from Sydette," Yani said.

"It has been a mess of a day."

"Auntie," N'Jadaka said, "I'm going to let Cee Cee and the boys stay through Sunday. We want the boys to enjoy the pool party with their cousins. I apologize for the strain we put on you."

Leona nodded and Twyla came into the frame next to her aunt.

"I say keep the boys and send her home," Twyla said.

"It will make things worse," Leona said with an exasperated sting to her tone.

"If the boys stay, she'll think she can wiggle herself in for an extended visit afterward as if the king's order was moot," Twyla said.

"I don't understand that gyal's mind," Leona said, brushing a gray curl from her forehead. "N'Jadaka gives her everything for nothing in return, and she still wants people to kiss her backside."

"That's the problem. Big Man gives her things she doesn't deserve. I say cut her off. Kick her out of the compound," Twyla said.

"What about her boys? We can't treat them poorly."

"I'll take them from her. Keep them with me and Bibi and raise them here in Wakanda. N'Jadaka, can you grant me guardianship of Morgan and Croix?" Twyla said.

"You can't steal her pickney from her," Leona said.

"Then you do it Auntie. Everyone in the family won't go against you. We trust your judgment and if you say Cee Cee's unfit to care for her children because of her nasty spirit, they'll put pressure on her."

"I won't separate a mother from her children if she's not abusive."

Twyla sucked her teeth and stared at Yani.

"After the pool party, I'll go back home with Cee Cee," Leona said.

"Auntie, there's no reason for you to leave early," N'Jadaka insisted.

"It's the only way to keep peace in the Galiber family. I'll go back and give her an ultimatum. She has to improve her behavior…or I'll kick her out of the compound. She'll have to work and find employment on her own while taking care of her boys. I won't babysit them for her anymore. Once she's reminded that N'Jadaka provides our comfortable life, she'll shape up for good. I'll charge her rent for living in the middle house on the compound. It'll be her wake up."

"She'll never change," Twyla said.

"Where is she now?" Yani asked.

"With Uncle Fritz and Aunt Myrah. They went shopping to keep her out of the palace for a few hours before her departure," Twyla said.

"So that's the plan," N'Jadaka said. "They will stay until Sunday and she's cut off financially from the royal stipend. I'll give her monthly allowance to you Leona to provide for Croix and Morgan instead."

"I just want to forget this day and start over tomorrow," Leona lamented.

"I'll come see you tonight, Auntie, and make up for it," Yani said.

"No, you must be with your husband after your first day."

"Who will tell that cow foot she's here until Sunday?" Twyla asked.

N'Jadaka ended the call.

"I made things worse, huh?" N'Jadaka asked.

Yani linked her arm around the hard muscle of his arm and rested her head against his shoulder.

"You did what needed to be done. Coming from you directly takes heat off of my back. No one can blame me if my husband sets his foot down. Back then you were the boogeyman, but now…you're a king and the most powerful man in the world. Everyone will take our side and push Cee Cee to do right."

"I think we can head out now. I'm done for the day. Tomorrow will be easier. Council of Elders meeting in the morning and then we can go straight to our offices."

He placed a warm hand over hers clutching his arm.

"Are you sure you can take on working with the Jabari Tribe on top of all the other responsibilities you have? I can assign someone else that task at the assembly."

"I want to do it. I have some things in the works that will solve everything."

"Everything?"

"Trust me."

The hard pounding of a knock on the door caught them off guard.

N'Jadaka answered it. Tlotliso wore a grim expression.

"Kumkani… you must see this," Tlotliso said.

They followed her out to join N'Jadaka's media team inside a conference room. Several vid screens flashed different global news channels on the walls. Tlotliso pointed their attention to a center screen that showed a reporter standing outside of the Wakandan Supreme Court. She crossed her arms and looked at both royals.

"The Supreme Court finally reached a verdict on the Ozipho/Phuri case. All defendants will receive life imprisonment. Sita's testimony sealed their fate. It took four years but we finally have justice," Tlotliso said.

His Press Secretary, Xhanti, typed on her comm tab, then stared at the king.

"The press is expecting a statement at the top of the hour, sir," Xhanti said.

Xhanti continued scrolling her comm tab, and tossed back the thick auburn twists of her hair.

"I'll go shower and change in my office. I'll meet you in the lobby within twenty minutes," N'Jadaka said.

Xhanti nodded and the rest of his media team observed other channels and reactions to the news. Yani walked with N'Jadaka back to his office. She lounged on his office couch while he refreshed and groomed his beard. He returned wearing a long white tunic and sat on his executive chair. Yani braided his damp hair back and tucked it into a bun at the nape. He stood and she looked him over carefully, making sure nothing was out of place.

"Should I change too?" Yani asked.

"No, you look perfect. You'll stand next to me as I address the press."

"When will you kill Agent Ross? He's the cause of all this turmoil and death the Phuri brought."

"Next year, after I'm done using him for intel. His ex wife has the C.I.A. up our ass and Ramonda will get close to her soon enough. I'll kill him and the Americans will never know what happened."

"Won't the Americans suspect you?"

Yani brushed a tiny piece of hair from his right shoulder.

"They will suspect HYDRA."

He titled her chin and kissed her lips.

"Welcome to the underbelly of running a country, baby."

She reached up and held his face.

"I support you all the way."

He ran his hands down her shoulders and lowered his gaze to their hands clasped together.

"I have something to talk to you about later."

"We have a few minutes, tell me now."

"Another important case closed today. One that was filed while I was in cryostasis on my behalf. The Udaku clan…T'Chaka… was found liable for the murder of my father. I was awarded monetary compensation that I will put into a trust for our children. Its one billion dollars. I'm going to file paperwork with our family lawyer tomorrow to name you as the Trustee if anything ever happens to me. Grandpop and Leona will be next in line to control it if anything happens to you. I'll put Shuri and Twyla on the documents too. I want to talk about the age we want them to have access to it in the future."

Yani parted her lips and flicked her eyes to the wall behind him.

One billion dollars.

She hadn't been knocked out by an amount like that since he had left her the compound and money to care for her and their children when he thought he would never see them again.

"N'Jadaka…that's so much."

"No amount can bring my father back, but the family wants to make sure the money makes a statement to me. The court has sealed the details to outsiders. Sita made the lawsuit happen on my father's behalf. She's also responsible for putting the Phuri terrorists away."

"We should reward her."

He shook his head.

"She's not the type to take money when it comes to justice. But I will make sure she and her daughter live well for the rest of their lives."

Yani hugged him tight.

"You always give so much to people and never take anything for yourself."

"I have plenty already."

Yani held onto his hand as they met Xhanti and the rest of the media team in the lobby.

"Here's some bullet points about the case. I pulled up the information about civilian compensation. It's best if you put off questions about civil cases against the Phuri," Xhanti said.

They crowded into an elevator and rode down to the Press Room. A make-up artist powdered the shine on N'Jadaka's face for the camera lights and touched up Yani's make-up. Xhanti sent over the key details to be loaded onto a teleprompter and the royal couple waited in front of a podium for the camera light to flash red for the live broadcast.

Reporters and photographers crowded in front of the podium with a crushing wave of expectant energy. Yani's stomach tumbled and N'Jadaka touched her hand hidden behind the podium. Member's of the king's cabinet created a semi-circle behind him and Yani's nerves eased once the Council of Elders joined them to their left side.

Xhanti stood next to the teleprompter and the king checked the bullet points for clarity. A minute later, the main camera light turned red.

N'Jadaka faced the nation.

"My fellow Wakandans, after four long years, justice has finally prevailed today…"

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I've been all over this world. I've seen men die... in ways I ain't even know was possible.

MICHAEL B. JORDAN in SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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When Sexual Desires Clash YN Story

Chapter 4

Omniscient

As Michael kissed Y/N all she could do was melt and let him overtake her. She has not been touched by a man in so long she did not know how to react. Michael broke the kiss by looking at her. Michael then asked while looking her in her eyes, “I need to know this answer now. Do you give me permission to do whatever I want to you? That includes me being rough and doing whatever I feel the need to.” Y/N looked at him and she thought to herself that she has always been the one to take control and she would love to finally have a break.

“Yes, as long as you make me cum.” Y/N said boldly knowing she was scared out of her damn mind. Michael then said, “I’m going to make you nutt so many times you’re going to cry and be soo sore you can’t walk. Do you understand me, if so lets go to my room?”

Michael wanted to wreck her and leave her wanting more. Michael wrapped his hand around her neck and kept pounding into her. Michael did this for the next 10 minutes and before Y/N knew it she had a knot in her stomach. "I feel that Nutt coming back, cum all over my dick." Michael gritted through his teeth. "I'm going to uhhh.." Y/N couldn't finish getting her sentence out when she came due to Michael fucking her into submission and through her orgasm. Michael then moved her to the bed and crawled on top of her while sliding his dick in her slit without any friction.

Y/N followed Michael like a little lost puppy with a towel wrapped around her, not even knowing what she was getting herself into. Michael opened his room door and let himself come in and opened the door for Y/N. Michael closed and locked the door and then pushed Y/N to the door and kissed her like his life depended on it.. Both of them fought for the dominant place while kissing, but Y/N backed down due to their talk they had just a few moments ago. Michael then started to kiss down Y/N while she was on the door.

Once he got closer to her sweet, sweet nectar, he lifted her leg and kissed her outter lips. Y/N moaned at the kiss, and once he then parted her lips and started to lick on her clit. Michael then spit on her clit and went to work. All she could do was moan while trying to hold her composure. Michael began to get sloppy and add two fingers. "I hear you trying to suppress your moans. Keep doing that, and I'm going to make you scream since you wanna play." Michael then got up and grabbed Y/N by her neck and dragged her to the dresser with a mirror. He then walked up behind her and looked at her in the mirror and made her bend over. "So you wanna play like you don't wanna moan?" Michael questioned with dark, black lustful eyes. Y/N started to speak, "It's nothing lik... FUCK!" Before Y/N could even speak, Michael had shoved his dick inside her pussy and started off at a hard, fast pace.

Michael put his left hand on Y/N hip and his right hand on her throat. When he started, she felt as if he had awaken something in her. Y/N saw the look in his eyes and said, "I need you to cum for me daddy." Michael never had this type of feeling with Lori and when she said that he started fucking her harder. He then said, "I'm going to cum all over your stomach.. omg...". He then nutted all over her. They both laid there out of breath. Michael got up and gave Y/N a warm rag to wipe off her stomach, but to her surprise he did it for her.

They exchanged no words because they were left with no words. Y/N broke the silence and said, " I can't lie that you fucked me up." Michael said, "Good, i enjoyed you and this not the first and last time I hope you know." Y/N laughed and said okay before going to her room. Little did she know she opened a door that she would have never thought it would be.

Y/N opened Pandoras box and would never close it! Her life would forever change after that encounter.

And boom.... I got more smut to come for yal!

Next Chapter I need 30 likes since yal showing me love

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When Sexual Desires Clash Y/N Story

Chapter 3

Omniscient

As the day progressed, YN and Michael were enjoying their time with their friends. Everybody settled in their room before the chefs set up for dinner. The evening was going to consist of a lingerie dinner and game night. The men came down first with either no shirts or some shirts. Michael came down shirtless and with black silk sleeping pants on. Winston started to joke with Michael to see how he was feeling.

"You don't know what Lu got planned for the evening, and you came down here trying to make YN lose her mind, huh?"

Michael laughed and said, "No, not that, but I did want to be comfortable. I bet she may think I'm a snack."

Before Winston could answer, each woman came down to their partner in lingerie. The last one was YN, who had on a black lace bra and panties that were also wrapped around her thighs and a lace robe. Michael didn't know how to act when he saw her. All he could do was feel his dick stiffen in his pants. He then opened her seat so she could sit. Everyone started to eat their food and exchange conversations. All of a sudden, Lu stood up and said, "We are trying to make this a sexy evening for everyone. We are going to play a lot of games that are going to be out of confront zones, but we are going to have fun. Therefore, since we are almost done with dinner, we will start with truth or dare but sexy. I hope you guys are ready." Lu knew what she was doing to get Michael and YN together. They started the game, and some of the dares so far were fingering, your partner kissing, etc. It came to Michael turn, and Winston was the person. Winston asked Michael Truth or dare, and of course, he said dare. Winston looked at Shai and smirked like they were reading each other's mind. YN got nervous because she didn't know what to expect.

Winston then said, "Michael, I dare you to dry hump YN for a minute." Michael shrugged his shoulders and said, "Bet. Get in a good position for some fun."

Michael POV

I started to watch YN bend over in doggy style. All I could do was look down, and, in my mind, I had so many impure thoughts. I saw the way her arch was and how round her ass was in the lace thong. Winston said GO, and I started to enjoy myself. I acted as we were actually fucking so I had my hands on her waist and I would thrust semihard so she could feel everything and I smacked her ass. Everyone around enjoyed it, and they liked it. YN moaned softly, and I heard her. She tried to be quiet, and now I know I got her. A minute came, and that's when she smiled at me while everybody was yelling and saying, "Oh. I looked in YN, and I saw the flame ignite in her eyes. I could tell she needed me inside her.

Omniscient

The night continued with sexy games and careless flirting. Michael would watch YN as she would dance with the girls and have fun. Everybody that was coupled up went to their rooms. Michael and YN went to their separate rooms alone. They both were alone and thinking while they heard other moans. YN tensed up and could feel like Michael body was calling her. YN then got up and looked around the house, and no one was up, so she decided to get in the hot tub with a bottle of Hennessy. Little did she know Michael had the same idea. Michael walked up and said, "Is there an open spot?" YN knew she was naked but didn't care due to feeling horny and said, "Come on in." Michael felt bold because he knew YN was naked. Therefore, he took his clothes off and got in. YN looked at Michael, and they both looked at each other. Michael broke the silence and said, "I know that we don't really know each other, and I know they pared us up for a reason. I'm blunt, and I refuse to hold this shit in anymore. Let's just say fuck it, and let me fuck the shit out of you and if I do what you like you can keep me around. What do you say?" As Michael asked the questions, he would move closer and closer to YN. When he finished the sentence he had, he immediately locked lips with YN, and she gave in. YN knew she was crumbling, and she needed him inside her. This was the beginning of a new feeling for YN, and she knows there will be no turning back.

WELL...

YALL READY FOR THIS SMUT?? Because I AM??!!

I NEED AT LEAST 5 LIKES AND I'LL POST THE NEXT.. OR IF I FEEL LIKE IT!!

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When Sexual Desires Clash Y/N Story

Chapter 2

The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

YN reached out to Michael and said, "Oh my god.. It's so nice to meet you. I am a big fan every since you were young on All My Children." YN extended her hand to meet Michaels. When they touched it, it felt like electricity hit each other. YN did not know how to react. Michael felt lust and had it all over his face. As he looked over her 5'6 "height, and her brown chocolate complexion, to her thick thighs and body. Michael didn't know how much her sex appeal was, but he loved every minute looking at it. The way the fire ignited and burned between them, you would think they were moving in slow motion, but they weren't. Lupita was loving the view because she knew that YN had been single for a good while, and she knew exactly how she loved sex but couldn't find somebody who was worthy of her time. She also knew that since Lori left Michael he hasn't fucked anyone. Everyone there had somebody that they were dating except YN and Michael. Lu made it her priority for them to hit it off.

After they shook hands, Lu said, "Let this sexy weekend begin! So YN and Michael, you guys are the only ones single, so therefore, yall are teamed up for the weekend, okay?" YN and Michael agreed, and they parted ways to make a drink. YN thought to herself that she knew how fine Michael was, but in her head, she just left the situation alone. YN stood there talking to her girls while Michael went to make a drink. Michael stalked YN with her eyes while she would smile and giggle. Michael knew that she was different from the women he usually went for, but the way she looked made his dick hard. Winston walked up and made Michael slap out his thoughts.

"Whats on your mind, Michael? I can see you in deep thought, and by the way you are looking at YN, I'm sure it has something to do with her." He chuckled.

"Do you know much about her?" Michael asked Winston.

"So YN is a music choreographer. She also conducts music videos with aritist. She is known all over for the work she does, but she is never in the main light. She does model here and there, but her passion is the music industry. She has a lot of videos on her youtube and instagram. We all met YN when you weren't on set when she helped construct the beginning dance seen and movements on black panther. She only met with the people they had her work with. YN is very cool, that's why I call her my little sister since I'm dating her best friend Shai. I see the way you're looking at her like you're a lion, and she is definitely your prey." Winston started to laugh, but he has seen Michael in action before.

"Now im not going to lie she is fine as hell. Everything about her is different, but she could get the dick without a question.. Is she single?" Michael knew what he wanted in the exact moment, and she was what he wanted. He hasn't felt this way since him and Lori split.

"She is and has been for a while now. The dude cheated on her, and she bossed up. She is very different from regular females. I will say that. She is a wild one in the house. In the streets, she's a lady. Shai told me she's wild. Hope you can tame her." Winston knew that Michael was wild, and he knew YN was too. He knew that they were a match in heaven, so he's going to sit back and watch the fireworks.

YN looked back at Michael and smiled. Michael winked at her and made her blush. Michael then told Winston, "Don't worry, she not going to know what hit her when I'm done." Michael drinked his drink and began to plot on his every move... this is about to get interesting.

Yal ready for this ride I'm going to take yal on??? I hope soo!!!

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When Sexual Desires Clash (Y/N)

Chapter 1: The Start of Something New

Cause you done had mad bitches (ooh)

Been around the whole world (ooh)

And you carried all your fears with ya (ooh)

And now you found the right girl (ooh)

And you don't know what you do with her

You don't (no, no)

Know what you do with her

You don't (ooh, ooh)

Omniscient

YN was standing in the kitchen listening to rerun episodes of Insecure while fixing breakfast. After YN had finished, she was still enjoying her show when her phone began to rang.

Incoming Call Lupita..

YN POV

As I answered Lupita call I wondered why she was calling so damn early.. "Bitch you know its like 10 am in the morning." I said to Lupita. "Girl you forgot today is the dinner pool party with a few of us?" She questioned. "No girl I didn't but isn't it not until like 4 pm?" YN asked. "Girl yes I just wanna insure your coming. I have a few of my guy friends and you met all of them except one. Shay coming too since her boo thang Winston coming." "Yes sis she is and I'll see you then let me relax. Dance practice kicked my ass last night. I don't understand how hard it is for these girl to dance right with Chris. They do nervous so they fucking forget." YN said irritated. "Sis you right. If I was next to him I would be ready to cum on his face too." Lupita said laughing. "BITCH.. bye I'll see you later." YN laughed. "Bye Girl! Wear some sexy!!"

Omniscient

YN did her daily chores, went shopping, and rested. Before YN knew it was 3:30 pm and she had to get ready. YN is always a little late because she knows barely anybody will be there on time. YN took her slow time getting cute by pulling her hair in a pony tail and putting on her swimwear..

YN decided to let her cocca butter skin show along with her figure. YN then pulled her pony tail down and let her hair flow along with putting on her brown nude wedges. YN looked at herself and thought, "I'm that bitch! Still that bitch will for ever be that bitch!" Its been along time since YN has taken a break for herself. Since breaking up with her ex boyfriend due to him cheating on her she focused on herself. She would occasionally go out to find some dick but would never go along with it. YN felt as if no one would fuck her to her sexual desire. Therefore, she would just fuck her self going one day she'll have the BDSM of her dreams.. soon she'll have her dom.

YN gathered her belongings and her packed bag usually when they have a dinner night they spend the weekend in the vacation home. YN ensured to bring her toys because in her head she would be the single one left out..

4:50 pm Party Arrival

YN parked her car and walked through the gate that lead to the pool area. "What Up Bitchhhh" YN yelled and Lupita ran straight to her. "Girl look at you!! You wasn't playing when I said get sexy!!" Lupita said. "Nope I was not up. Hello Big One" YN said to Winston and dapped him up while hugging her best friend Shay.. "Girl! You look goodt. I'm glad Lupita invited the other person." Shay said smirking. "What do you mean?" YN asked confused. Soon as YN turned her head to the pool she saw a 6'2 burnt caramel complexion coming out of the pool drying his head off. When the figure removed the towel off his head all YN could do was watch and scream internally. YN never knew that she could be wet like this again. The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

Sooo.. I have stories on Wattpad but I don't get that much love on here. I'm trying to get as much love as I can so Tumblr here we are... I'm going to show yal how to show MBJ love! 🩷

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This series is 🔥🔥

"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Masterlist

NSFW. Smut. Violence. Mature Audience Only.  

***Author’s Note!***

BEFORE you read this epic, it’s important to note that you MUST have read “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 1 & 2, “Stark’s New Intern”, “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 3″, “Wet Sugar” and "Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 4" first, in that exact order. If not, you will miss a lot of story threads that were planted to bloom here. Book order HERE.

Summary:

N'Jadaka prepares to wed Yani, his influential Caribbean fiance, in the most anticipated social event across the land. The new King of Wakanda continues to make global changes on a level that T'Challa refused to do. The C.I.A.'s discovery of vibranium in the ocean brings on the re-emergence of Namor during a Mama Wati celebration. Wakanda's new battle with the Talokanil tests the Golden Jaguar’s resolve to transform his nation into the preeminent superpower on earth. He leans on Yani and Ramonda to reign in the serious infighting among the noble class while presenting Shuri with a life-altering choice: Take over the mantle of Black Panther in her brother's absence.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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HBCU CONFESSIONS.

Erik x Valencia

Smut

Part One.

What am I going to do? I’m pregnant and it’s my freshman year. I don’t know if I should keep the baby or not. Any advice?

-Florida A&M

My stupid boyfriend cheated on me so I fucked his homeboy. Now both of them are fighting over me 🤭

-Hampton

I think my roommate has a thing for me. I’m not gay, but I’ve caught myself staring at his dick a few times. This shit is confusing me. I don’t like dick I like pussy!

-Morehouse College

My girlfriend wants me to eat her butt. She keeps begging me to do it. Who on here ever ate ass before? I need some advice because gahdamn she won’t leave a nigga alone.

-Morgan State

I already know what yall gonna say but I don’t give a fuck. My homegirl keep telling me about how her man is cheating on her. He’s cheating with me. I’m the side chick. The D is just too good. At this point I’m already too far gone. Judge me if you want I don’t care 🤷🏿‍♀️

-Clark Atlanta University

I had a train ran on me the other night. No, they didn’t fuck me. They ate me 😩 and it was a bunch of Omegas! Since they like to show their tongue so much I wanted to see which one of them could make me cum the hardest 😘

-Howard University

-I wish to remain anonymous. I’m not as experienced in the sex department and I am 21 years old. I want to hook up with someone here. Maybe I have unrealistic expectations, but I want it to be with someone I’ve been eyeing around campus. He doesn’t know I exist, but he’s so beautiful. If I could just have one chance with him…

-Texas Southern

“I did it.”

Valencia shut her MacBook Pro and fell back against her bed within her dorm room. Across from her sat her roommate, Brielle. They’d been roommates since freshman year.

“It was an anonymous submission, right? Nothing to worry about.” Brielle replied while looking over her notes for her A&P lab practical.

“I know, but what if someone figures it out?—

Her phone buzzed next to her thigh again.

“Jesus…he keeps fucking calling me.”

Brielle chuckles, “His ego is bruised. He probably wants to make sure you don’t say anything about it.”

“It’s been a week. He needs to let the shit go.”

Valencia ends the call for the eighth time that rainy evening. She’s already angry with herself for even allowing that man to have his way with her body. It was the worst experience. Worse than her first time.

“Head was trash, dick was trash…”

“So, I guess it isn’t all true that Que’s are great in bed, huh?” Brielle jokes.

“It’s definitely not true. I just wish it was with him.”

Valencia grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. Brielle simply laughed at her antics.

“Isn’t he a Que too?” Brielle questions.

“He is. Maybe he’ll be the exception.”

Valencia slowly removed the pillow from her face and blinked her eyes up at the ceiling. Butterflies formed in her belly just thinking about him.

“He’s so damn fine, Brie. Like, why couldn’t it be him that had all of this instead of Isaiah?!”

“Who is this again? Girl, you know my attention span is fucked up.” Brielle replied with a laugh.

“His name is Erik. He’s getting his doctorate.”

“Hm,” Brielle highlighted a section in her textbook orange, “How old is he?”

“I don’t know, like…thirties maybe?”

“Since when do you like them older?” Brielle asked with a shocked tone of voice.

“Since now! He’s too fine, Brie. And he’s really smart. Like a genius. He has so many accomplishments. A sexy nerd.”

“He sounds like he’s out of your league—”

“He’s also a TA—”

Brielle’s eyes went wide.

“A TA? Girl…don’t do it.”

Valencia had to admit that Brielle was right.

“It’ll never happen anyway. That man walks past me everyday like he doesn’t see me. I’ll just crush from afar at this point I don’t even know why I sent that fucking message.”

Valencia pouted in bed. Silence filled the room as she laid there staring at the television. Brielle was completely absorbed into her notes to care. Valencia could be doing some schoolwork herself, but the thought of her anonymous ask kept circulating in her mind.

Valencia sat up on her elbow and reached for her laptop again. Brielle cut her brown eyes at her and smirked playfully. Valencia checked the blog and noticed one note. Clicking on it, it was just a like. Her submission is nothing compared to the other wild confessions.

“There he goes again,” Brielle motioned with her eyes at Valencia’s phone, “Do you want me to cuss his ass out? Block that nigga!”

Valencia grabbed her phone and proceeded to block him.

“You know I have Chemistry with that limp dick fucker, right?” Brielle said.

“Just ignore him, Brie. He’ll be alright.”

“He keeps harassing you!”

Valencia sat her laptop on their shared desk. She shut off her lamp light snd slipped beneath the sheets. She had an early class tomorrow and needed to ease her mind into slumber.

“Goodnight, Brie. Don’t stay up too late.” Valencia said.

“I’ll try. You know I’m a night owl.” Brielle grumbled.

The rain seemed to flow into the following afternoon. Valencia ran as fast as she could back to her dorm after the boring lecture she had to endure. A fellow student held the door for her and she made it inside although she was drenched from head to toe. She smoothed wet braids from her face and adjusted her cropped T-shirt. The brisk air of the building caused goosebumps to form along her sepia skin. She could even feel her teeth chattering.

Removing her heavy school bag from her shoulder, Valencia took long strides towards the elevators. She waited impatiently while rubbing her wet arms to try and warm up. She silently cursed herself for not bringing her umbrella. The sunny morning and clear sky deceived her. She stared down at her black and white Adidas Campus 00s for two seconds before the elevator doors opened. Valencia took a step forward and just then a deep timbre sent a shiver up her spine.

“Going up?”

Valencia was halfway into the elevator when her chocolate orbs fell upon the one person she wasn’t expecting to see in her dorm building.

Valencia may have met her match with Erik Stevens.

“Yes,” She stepped to the side so that he could enter.

“Thank you.”

Valencia scooted towards the corner of the elevator.

“Which floor?”

“Six.”

“Bet, that’s where I’m going.”

He has a dorm on the sixth floor? She thought.

She focused on him like she was studying a passage out of one of her textbooks. First, her eyes took in the style of his hair. He kept the sides and back tapered but the rest was beautifully loc’d and braided back. His eyes were shielded with gold-rimmed glasses that complimented his face and made him like artsy. She trailed her gaze down his neck to his broad shoulders. He wore a cream-colored hoodie and khaki cargo pants. On his feet were a pair of boots and in his firm grip was a dripping wet umbrella.

“After you.”

Valencia picked herself up and slipped past him since he was holding the door for her. She could smell his cologne and it was her new favorite smell.

“Thank you.” She said.

She instantly felt warm and fuzzy. He had this effect on her she hadn’t felt in a long while truly. Not even for that lackluster lay she had a week ago. Isaiah who?

Valencia walked into a crowded lounge area with a confused look on her face. She spotted Brielle near the window sitting on a lounger. She was chatting with a few of their mutual girl friends. The grey clouds outside began to allow the sun to peek through. She walked over to them and dropped her bag to the floor.

“Cindy, Skai…”

Cindy jutted out her petite hip and smiled with her braces in greeting. Skai raised her hand and fluttered her fingers covered in various gold rings. Skai was playing in Brielle’s ginger-colored coily hair as she typed away on her tablet.

“Why is everybody sitting here in the lounge?” Valencia questioned.

“Rumor has it, Rochelle isn’t our RA anymore.” Skai revealed.

Valencia furrowed her brows and squinted her eyes.

“Really?—”

“CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!”

The chatter amongst everyone died down to a pregnant pause. Everyone looked towards Erik. Valencia caught his eye briefly and she could feel herself squirming from that small interaction alone.

“My name is Erik. I’m sure some of you have seen your emails, and for those that haven’t, I’m here to fill you in. Rochelle had a personal emergency and she will not continue as your RA for the final months of this semester. I will take over that position from here on out.”

Whispers circulated around the room. Erik stood there with his back straight, arms folded, and poker-faced.

Elusive nature.

Mellow.

“Uh-oh…”

Valencia turned her gaze towards Brielle. Her friend gave her a mischievous smirk. Valencia suppressed a laugh and threw her hands in the air dismissively.

“I will be staying on this floor for the remainder of the semester to keep an eye on things and act as a guide. I know a lot about TSU and I’m more than happy to help. Does anyone have any questions for me?”

Erik scanned the room through his glasses intently, similar to a drill sergeant. For some reason, his presence evoked a feeling of obedience.

A quiet Alpha.

“Well, that’s all I have to say for now,” Erik clapped his hands together in finality, “You can resume studying or whatever it is you were doing. Matt, right?”

Erik pointed to a freshman sitting at a desk. Matt was tall and lanky with designer braids in his hair and dressed like he was ready for a runway. A lot of designer. Definitely attention seeking.

“Yeah. How you know me?”

“I’m a Que Dog. You still interested, right?”

Something in Matt shifted. He stood taller and raised his chin with confidence.

“Absolutely.” Matt replied with excitement.

“Your probationary period starts tonight. You got a lot of work to do.”

Valencia could sense the nervousness in Matt.

“I’m ready.” Matt replied.

“We’ll see.”

Erik walked past Matt and towards the elevators. Valencia watched him leave and when he’d finally gone she let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t think I’m going to enjoy a man being our RA,” Cindy said with obvious disdain.

“Same,” Skai stood up and pulled her tight denim skirt down over her rotund backside and generous thighs.

“Valencia is going to keep me up playing DJ hero every night since her crush is our new RA.”

Valencia glared at Brielle.

“You have a crush on him?!” Cindy questioned with a surprised expression.

“What happened to Isaiah?” Skai asked.

“Isaiah was a disappointment. He talked a big game after that party and when we went back to his room he pretty much did the opposite of what he said he was gonna do.” Valencia recalled with frustration.

“I’M GoNnA MAke YoU CuM,” Brielle mocked.

“I’Mma GiVe YoU THIs DiCk AnD HaVE YOu BeGGiNG FoR MorE.” Valencia said

“oh my fucking GOD,” Cindy giggled, “It was that horrible?”

“Cindy, horrible isn’t even the word. If I could find a word to describe how awful it was I would. Can��t eat pussy for shit, constantly tried to stick it in my ass because he couldn’t find my pussy, has a big dick but can’t fuck, kept asking me if I liked it, it was terrible.”

“I’m so sorry for you, sis,” Skai shook her head, “I really thought he was going to knock the Sonic rings out that coochie.”

“Maybe he was drunk?” Cindy said

“He wasn’t. He had a little bit of weed, that’s it.”

Valencia reached for her bag and stood up to leave.

“Let me go study, I’ll catch up with ya’ll later.”

“Sure you don’t wanna come out with us for drinks tonight?” Brielle asked with a smile.

“I have to train. I have a swim meet coming up.”

“Fine! Maybe Saturday!”

Valencia put a thumb up as she walked away towards her dorm room.

Thirty notes.

Girl if you don’t approach this man!

Who is it? I wanna know 👀

If he hasn’t taken the hint by now he don’t want you.

Valencia’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Most of the replies were nothing but discouraging. She wished she could take back her anonymous submission. Sitting at their shared desk in an oversized yellow Nike hoodie and her braided hair in a messy bun, she clicked on a tab on her MacBook to continue reading about Erik’s accomplishments at TSU. He’s an alumni receiving his doctorate in Computer Hardware Engineering. Summa cum laude. Pledge President. Star Football player. Leading place in various academic clubs and competitions. Tutor in multiple complex subjects such as quantum physics, chemistry, mathematics, and philosophy. Fluent in languages such as French, Spanish, Chinese, Latin, and signing.

Overly intellectual.

Valencia could go on and on about how perfect Erik seemed to be. She was infatuated past the point of no return. Far gone. The sexist fucking nerd she’d ever known. But still, it was just a reminder that he wouldn’t be concerned with a twenty-one-year-old chick with no experience and nowhere near as much maturity as him. He probably wanted a sophisticated woman. confident, in charge, and calm. A lot of experience and knowledge about the world and about culture, art, and literature. Someone who can quote Aristotle.

Studious.

Oh? He was in the Military? That explains a lot.

Valencia clicked out of the tab and back to the HBCU Confessions blog. As she scrolled the page, she wondered to herself who could have created it? She’d heard whispers around campus about how the infamous blog became active again after some years.

As she scrolled, an instant message icon popped up. She shifted her hips in her seat and leaned in to click on the message. It was probably some old man asking if she wanted to be their sugar baby or a bot. Valencia’s dark brown eyes scanned the message.

-Hi:)

It was the blog. HBCU Confessions. The owner.

-Hello ❤️

Why would they message her?

-I read your submission. Probably the most innocent out of them all.

Valencia didn’t know how to take that. Was it an issue?

-Unfortunately for you, I don’t have THAT MUCH excitement in my life lol

-Nothing wrong with that. It prompted me to message you personally.

-It was that interesting? Lol

-I’d like to understand and see if I could give you some advice.

-Thank you! I’d actually love some advice. 🥰

-Perfect. What makes it an unrealistic expectation? Because I can tell you now, I doubt it is.

-He’s on a different level than me. He’s also older than me. Idk I just get this vibe that he wouldn’t be interested.

Valencia grabbed her hot pink Stanley cup to take a sip of water.

-How much older? I know you’re 21.

-All I know is that he’s in his 30s.

-I’m still not seeing where it’s unrealistic. Have you tried anything at all? A smile? Anything?

-No. I’ve been too shy to.

-Shy or afraid of rejection?

-BOTH.

-You gotta break out of that.

-Do you know for sure if he’s single?

-I’ve seen him around campus with this professor sometimes for lunch but that’s it. I’m not sure if they are dating or just friends lol

-What school are you attending again?

-Texas Southern

-Really? 👀

-👀👀👀

Valencia made a face at her laptop screen. Did they know something she didn’t?

-Is there something I should know?

-I think I may know who you’re talking about. He’s not available from what I know…

So, this person attended TSU as well? Makes sense now why they singled out her confession.

-Who am I talking about then? 😌

-He’s 33 by the way.

Valencia’s shoulders slumped.

-This still doesn’t confirm that we’re talking about the same person.

-He’s a Nupe, right?

-No. he’s a Que. lol

-You sure? He’s about 6’0, teaches chemistry, spends time with that one English Literature professor…

Valencia considered their description of Erik but she was sure he said that he was a Que Dog earlier. And he’s a TA for quantum physics not chemistry. The only similarity is the English Lit teacher. Professor Boyd.

-I don’t think we’re talking about the same person. Send me a picture.

Valencia waited two minutes before a picture popped up in their chat.

-His name is James Parham.

-He’s cute but that’s not my crush 😂

-Well then I have no idea who you’re talking about lol.

-wait!

Valencia waited. She stood up from her seat at the desk to grab her phone from the charger. Checking her notifications, she received a text from Brielle an hour ago. Valencia opened the text thread and there was a video. She pressed play and it was a lot of motion to keep the phone steady until the video zoomed into a table far off in the corner. Valencia squinted her eyes and recognition washed over her face.

Erik.

He was sitting alone in a booth with a drink in his hand, bobbing his head to the music.

Ping.

-Is it him?

-Yes!

-😌 ohhh so Erik?

-He’s definitely single.

-Make a move before it’s too late.

-what do you suggest I do? Can you give me some advice please?

-Erik is introverted and often mistaken for being timid. He is indeed an Omega and takes pride in that. You can find him around campus reading a book or working out. He’s a homebody for sure. Sometimes you may catch him out and about. He’s a chill dude with this mysterious aura about him. That’s what I’ve gathered from just seeing him around campus.

-I would start off by playing into his interests. He likes to read so find out what books he likes. From what I know he’s big on poetry. He likes to run around campus at 6 am. Need help tutoring? See if he’s offering some study hours for that. Start there and see where it goes.

-This is really good advice! It’s very subtle and a perfect way to get his attention without being too obvious. Thank you! ❤️

-You’re welcome love 💗 I’m here if you need anything. Feel free to chat with me.

Intent listener…

“I really don’t know what to do about it, Erik…”

Andrea, Erik’s friend from college and English Literature professor at TSU walked alongside him in the early afternoon the following day.

“He’s so confusing half the damn time, I can’t even tell if he’s into me or not.”

Erik had both hands in the pockets of his slacks. Today was his day to assistant teach quantum physics. He really wasn’t up for it because he’d been up so late in the dorms trying to settle a sneaky party. Apparently, Rochelle allowed them to party and have drinks which is against the rules and grounds for expulsion. He just walked and listened. Out of his friend group, he’s the one they go to to vent because he doesn’t disrupt them, and he gives great advice.

“How long have we known James, Drea? That nigga can’t express himself for shit. Just know, he’s feelin’ you. He’s always had a thing for you.” Erik replied.

Andrea took a sip of her super green smoothie.

“Well, I’m not gonna wait around for him to speak up. What is he so afraid of?”

Erik turned his gaze onto Andrea through his gold-rimmed glasses.

“We’ve been friends for about ten years, Drea. Maybe he’s afraid that if things don’t work out with you two romantically, it’ll mess up the bond you both had as friends.”

Andrea mulled over Erik’s words. They settled in front of the school fountain and sat down on a bench facing it.

“You have a point. We’re going to a spoken word tonight. We’ll see how it goes.”

“Spoken word, huh? Wow…I haven’t done one of those in forever.” Erik replied with a smirk.

“Coming back to Texas is nostalgic, ain’t it?” Andrea said with a giggle.

“It is—”

“Oh! Guess what?”

Andrea leaned into Erik with a playful look in her eyes. Erik narrowed his eyes at her in response.

“Are you gonna guess?” Andrea pestered.

“Aight, You’re finally gonna write that book you’ve been talking about all these years.”

“No! I changed my mind about the book,” Andrea rolls her eyes, “the blog…”

Erik’s eyebrows shot up.

“Yep. It’s been so long I had to see what was going on with it.”

Erik chuckled, “Nah. You’re back on there? Drea,” Erik shook his head, “You’re a professor now! What if somebody finds out?”

“Who’s gonna find out, Erik? We never revealed ourselves when we used it. Nobody knows what school we went to or who we were. Well…I think I may have slipped up last night…”

“What the hell did you do, Drea?”

Erik surveyed his surroundings to make sure they were safe to talk about this.

“I got the sweetest confession from a student here and I just had to message them.” Andrea said.

“Okay, what did they say?”

“So, they pretty much confessed to having a crush on someone here and being afraid to approach them…”

“Who?” Erik said impatiently.

“You.”

Andrea laughed at Erik’s expression. He furrowed his brows and looked at her like she was talking gibberish.

“…Did they say who they were?” Erik asked.

His interest was peeked.

“No. All I know is she’s twenty-one, very shy, feels as if she has no chance in hell with you.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Erik fussed.

“Because I thought you’d want to know! You need some action in your life, Erik. When was the last time you had sex?”

“Aye, don’t worry about it, girl,” Erik playfully shoved Andrea, “I’m just saying, what am I supposed to do with this information? Like…I don’t even know how the girl looks.”

“You will eventually. I gave her some advice. She may pop up today…”

Erik couldn’t deny that he was intrigued. Could be fun to see how things play out.

“Okay, okay…the log in still the same?”

Andrea smirked, “Still the same. You remember?”

“Yeah…it was my idea, wasn’t it?” Erik smart-mouthed.

“Alright, smart ass.”

Andrea checked the time on her Apple Watch.

“Let me head back to my office. When does your class start?”

“In an hour. I’m gonna head over to the library and do a bit of grading to kill some time.”

Andrea and Erik stood up at the same time. Andrea opened her arms to accept a hug from Erik. She squeezed her old friend and then kissed his cheek.

“Aight, Daka, I’ll catch you later.”

“Have a good class, Drea.”

They parted ways and headed in opposite directions.

Valencia felt cute today.

She did her makeup for once. She dressed in a body con black dress that enhanced her curves. She wore her favorite Carolina Herrera perfume. Anything to get his attention.

On her way to the library after her philosophy class, Valencia entered the library with a grace that turned heads. She took the elevators to the third level of the library, her stomach doing flips because of how nervous she was. She exited onto the third level and walked further into the silent area until she was near the windows that overlooked the campus.

Valencia took a seat and proceeded to retrieve her MacBook, and textbook. She wanted to format her notes with bullet points and colors while the information was still fresh on her mind. It was Friday evening and she didn’t want to spend her weekend catching up on school work. Her cafe noir eyes would look up to see if her crush had shown up yet.

After some time, her attention veered back to the HBCU Confessions blog. She was excited to see that there was a new message from the blog.

-Any luck today?

Valencia typed.

-No 😪

Erik strolled over to a desk diagonal to Valencia. He quickly took his laptop and other work out of his bag. It was the last thing on his mind after what Andrea told him. He opened his laptop and found his way back to Tumblr. Being back sparked memories of mischief and lust. Erik started this blog for laughs and he honestly didn’t expect it to transform into what it is today. What started out as a blog strictly for TSU, expanded to other colleges unexpectedly. So many scandalous things go down at college and it sucked that our people didn’t really have their own way of connecting across HBCUs. So, Erik started the blog for fun, and it quickly evolved.

He’d known secrets about people across colleges. It didn’t matter if you were the dean, a professor, a student, or a coach, your deepest darkest thoughts and feelings were exposed for everyone to see with the option of remaining anonymous. Erik witnessed breakups and hookups. It was a guilty pleasure of his, like watching hentai. Erik had many guilty pleasures. Who didn’t?

He successfully logged back in and found himself staring at hundreds of notifications. The only thing he was concerned with was whoever this anonymous person was that had a crush on him. It’s been a while since he’d been with a woman. Being in the military as an engineer was a busy job. He worked a lot and on top of that he moved around from state to state. Hardly any time to settle down or date. He did date a few women, but it was all a dead end.

Erik found what he was looking for.

ebonygoddess1990s_-No 😪

Erik read the entire thread and couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. He was tickled by Andrea’s advice to his secret admirer. She knew him like she knew her classic literature. He was indeed laidback, quiet, nerdy, and ambitious. The more he read the messages, the more he wanted to find out who this woman was. He decided to respond to their message. Why not? It would be fun to play along. Just like the old days.

-Where are you right now?

Meanwhile, Valencia’s head shot up at her MacBook when she heard the ping of a new message. She read the message.

-Where are you right now?

-Library ☺️

-Usually he’s there around this time.

Valencia looked up and she was staring at him sitting at a table diagonally from her table. He didn’t know that she was eyeing him down since he was focused on his laptop. He wore a pair of slim fit paisley and gray pants with a white button down shirt and brown loafers.

-He’s here now 😳

Erik sat up straighter and his eyes locked with Valencia’s. She quickly averted her gaze to her laptop, tucking her braids behind her left ear. Erik took his time admiring Valencia. His eyes started at her feet. She wore a pair of black gladiator sandals with silver spikes on them. She had red painted toes and smooth, brown legs. His onyx eyes ascended further up her body, over the curve of her hip, the hourglass shape of her waist, her toned arms, ample cleavage, neatly braided hair, and then finally her beautiful face.

He really really liked the shape of her lips. Large and wide set with a plump, pouty appearance and equally full on the top and bottom. He’d seen plenty of beautiful women every day, but whoever this girl was, she was the most beautiful. It was her rich, brown skin. Her pretty doe eyes. That body. Erik was certain that she’s his secret admirer, but he needed to be sure. Excitement brewed in him as he typed a response.

-You should say hi. Get his attention.

-I’m nervous 😭

-Don’t be. Just go for it. How else will you know if he’s interested?

-I dare you to give him a flirty wave with a seductive smile. 😏

Valencia’s eyes went round with surprise. That was bold. Bolder than she initially planned to be. She cleared her throat and turned in her seat. Crossing one leg over the other, Valencia flipped her braids so that it gave her a messy look and then she made her eyes look sleepy and hypnotic like Dorothy Dandridge. She took a deep breath in and focused her gaze on Erik steadily. After five seconds, he looked up and did a double take. Valencia raised a small hand and waved at him slowly while her lips were formed in a smile.

Erik simply smirked at her and raked his eyes up and down her frame. That’s all. He just smirked at her and then he dropped his gaze back to his laptop. Valencia gripped the back of her chair to try and calm her racing heart. That slight interaction had her bewitched. He smirked at her and he checked her out. She wanted to jump up and down.

Ping.

-How did it go?

-He smiled at me and then he looked me up and down. 😭 clearly he likes what he sees!

Erik nibbled on his bottom lip to control the urge to smile with all of his teeth. This was so much fun. The most fun he’d had an a long time. It was good to be back.

Erik packed his things so that he could be on his way to the class he needed to assist. As he was getting ready to leave, he felt his phone vibrating with an incoming call. He plucked his cell from his pocket and brought it to his ear. His eyes connected with Valencia’s briefly before turning away.

“Hello? Hey…I was headed there now—really? You sure? Okay…no, no…it’s all good. Uh…I’ll just finish grading everything and drop it off later? Perfect. Alright…see you next Friday…”

Erik ended the call. Fuck it. He didn’t want to assist that class today anyway now that something and someone had his attention more. He stole a glance at her and she was reading from a philosophy textbook. He knew philosophy well. So well that he tutored for it. Erik had an idea. He took his seat again and brought his laptop back out. He opened it to the messages and began typing away.

-That’s a good thing 😌 What’s he doing now?

-He was going to leave but changed his mind. I wonder why. Hmmm…maybe he can’t get enough of me lol

-maybe 🤔 lol. What are you doing now? Are you studying?

-I am. It’s philosophy. It’s so boring but I have to do it.

-Philosophy, huh? He actually tutors philosophy.

Valencia giggled to herself and shook her head.

-Why am I not surprised. He’s so smart 😍

Erik licked his lips. She was infatuated with his intellect. He liked that.

-You want another dare?

Valencia looked heavenward. Erik peeked over at her.

-Okay. What do you dare?

Valencia’s eyes veered from her laptop to Erik again.

Ping.

-I dare you to ask him to be your tutor.

Valencia exhaled louder than she’d expected to. She brought a hand to her belly to calm the butterflies. That actually wouldn’t be a bad idea. She just needed to calm her nerves. Valencia counted down from ten in her head and stood up from her seat. She paused with her fingertips against her philosophy textbook before lifting it from the table. She pressed it against her, beneath her cleavage, hugging it with both arms like those school girls from teen dramas.

She started making her way towards him slowly. Erik didn’t look away from his laptop until she was standing next to him. Being that close to him, his features more prominent, Valencia couldn’t find the words to speak. Erik looked up at her through his glasses and gave her a friendly smile before recognition washed over his face.

“Hi.” Erik said.

“Hi…”

Valencia shifted her focus on the empty seat at the table. She took a moment to gather herself before scooting out the chair and making herself comfortable.

“Weren’t you in the elevator the other day?” Erik said.

“Yeah…yeah that was me,” Valencia smiles.

Erik nodded his head, “You look different.”

She wasn’t as dolled up and she was soaked from head to toe.

“I didn’t look very flattering,” Valencia released a dry chuckle, growing more bashful the more his eyes were on her.

“No, what I mean is…you’re not all wet.”

Valencia blinked at Erik. Heat crept up her face. The way he said wet…

Erik’s eyes fell to the book that pushed her titties up.

“Philosophy. What’s your major?”

“Psychology.” Valencia replied.

“It doesn’t matter how slowly you go, as long as you don’t stop…”

He sounded those words out so smooth like he was serenading her. Valencia furrowed her brows at Erik’s response. Her full lips parted invitingly.

“…What?” She questions.

“Confucius. Confucianism? the importance of having a good moral character?”

“Oh—oh!”

Valencia sat her textbook down and giggled.

“Right, right…I had a brain fart.”

Erik laughed.

“Uhm…do you tutor?”

Valencia leaned in, unknowingly exposing her cleavage more. Erik fought the urge to look, focusing his penetrating gaze on her face.

He adjusted his glasses very studiously, “I do actually.”

“That’s perfect actually,” Valencia folds her arms against the table, “I could use a tutor. You seem to be well versed in the subject.”

Valencia looked at Erik expectantly with those doe eyes and honestly she could have whatever she wanted if she kept staring at him like that.

“Are you asking me?” Erik quirked a brow.

“…Please?”

Valencia folded her hands and pouted her bottom lip. It was adorable.

“Are you free after five?” Erik inquired.

“I am, actually. Tonight I have plans with friends but I can meet at five.”

“Alright,” Erik shut his laptop, “We can study in the lounge at the dorms. Wait…”

Erik touched Valencia’s arm, stopping her from standing. The hairs on her arm stood up like a jolt of electricity coursed through her.

“I didn’t catch your name…”

“Oh…sorry. Valencia.”

“Nice to formally meet you, Miss Valencia. I’m Erik.”

“I remember.”

They smiled at each other. Erik stood up, placing his laptop in his bag. Valencia took her time retrieving her textbook, unsure of what else to say.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye for now—”

“Valencia?”

Isaiah.

The last person she’d hope to run into. He looked irritated with her as he approached them. Valencia fixed her face into a look of frustration and Erik noticed straight away. The tension between them was palpable.

“What it do, shawty? You avoiding me?”

Valencia looked between Erik and Isaiah. Isaiah loomed closer, draping his arm around her shoulder. Valencia rolled her eyes.

“What can I do for you, Isaiah?” Valencia quipped.

“Did you block me?”

“I did—”

“For what? Didn’t we have a good time?”

Valencia pursed her lips and shut her eyes.

“Isaiah, don’t make me embarrass you…”

Truthfully, she was the one embarrassed at the moment. Erik’s eyebrows ticked up and the corner of his mouth twitched. Isaiah cut his eyes at Erik, sizing him up initially before he recognized him.

“Oh, shit what’s poppin’, Poet?”

Isaiah raised his hand to dab Erik. Erik slowly brought his hand forward and their palms collided with a loud smack and a firm grip. Erik released his hand and watched as Isaiah discreetly flexed his fingers.

“Don’t mind us, just tryna see why my girl mad at me.”

Isaiah clearly couldn’t read the room.

“I’m not your girl, Isaiah.”

Valencia lifted his arm from around her and turned to leave. She threw Erik a furtive glance before retreating quickly.

“Valencia!”

Shhhhhhhhhh!

He was in a library after all.

Isaiah was ready to chase her down but Erik yoked him up by his backpack to stop him.

“Gahdamn, Bro,” Isaiah fixed his bag.

“She’s not interested, One Pump Chump.”

“Fuck you and that nickname. That was one fucking time. I was drunk.”

“Yeahhhh and I’m sure the same happened with Valencia?”

Isaiah glared dangerously at Erik.

“If it didn’t happen that way, it shouldn’t matter, right?”

Erik slapped Isaiah on the back and proceeded to walk away.

“I’ll catch you later, little bruh.”

Erik threw up a hook and twisted his tongue before descending the stairs with a laugh.

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Levii Jeans

After nearly two months of living in sweats, Erik and Egypt chose a Saturday night in the month of Feburary for a much needed date night. Caring for Kairo and balancing their careers had taken over their lives and they wanted to get back to their roots, spending quality time with each other.

There was no need to find a babysitter. Sage happily accepted the offer to watch her godson while his parents spent a night on the town. Sage arrived at the couple’s home a few hours early so Egypt could give her the rundown of Kairo’s night routine, to give any tips for any issue that may arise and to watch over the baby while Egypt and Erik got ready.

To add some excitement, the two chose to get ready in separate rooms. After a hot shower, Egypt lathered on her favorite scented body oil and paired it with a perfume that she knew Erik couldn’t resist the smell of. Her hair was in its natural curly state so Egypt refreshed her halo of curls with a leave-in spray and swooped her edges to her desired style. Her chosen outfit for the night was a pair of denim blue, bootcut Levi jeans that enhanced the new fullness of her ass and width of her hips, which Erik was very fond of, with a beige colored corset top that had her girls sitting at attention and simple, white Air-Force 1s. Gold earrings, a necklace, bracelets, and rings complimented her look.

Egypt enhanced her facial features by brushing and filling in her brows, concealing her dark circles with a concealer, applying mascara to her lashes, and painting her lips with pink-tinted gloss. Her finishing touch was spreading a sparkly body oil across her exposed chest area. She gave herself a once over in the mirror and knew that the end of the night could possibly end with her getting pregnant again.

Egypt went to her room to check on Sage and Kairo once more before leaving for the night. Sage realized that Egypt was stalling with her a million and one questions and had to reassure her best friend several times that she would be fine without her baby for a couple hours. It was only when they heard Erik yell up the stairs that he was ready that Egypt hesitantly laid her baby back onto the bed, planting a few kisses onto his chubby cheeks. Egypt bid them a farewell and headed down to meet her fiance.

Erik stood at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes trailing down her entire frame with an appreciative stare. Reaching in the back of his pants, he pulled out his phone and snapped a few quick pictures of his fiance for memories. She’s always been stunning but ever since she brought life into this world, her glow has been on another level and Erik has never missed the opportunity to let her know that.

Egypt was unashamed in her look over she gave him. Hair freshly cut, a sports varsity jacket over his simple white t-shirt with jeans, and sneakers on his feet. He was mouthwatering and she wanted to grab him up in the worst way.

“God damn,” he took her hand once she reached the last stair. He held their conjoined hands up letting her take a spin for him. His gaze immediately fell to her ass, licking his lips as he admired the way it sat enticingly. He made a mental note to get her several more pairs in different colors.

“Where you get that from?” He asked. Egypt leaned into his chest as his hands went down to cup her bottom possessively

“You need to meet my mama.” She replied, a smile on her glossed lips. 

“Shit, I might call her tonight just to thank her.” He pecked her lips once. Twice. They kissed with the want for each other evident in the movement of their lips and tongue. Egypt had to pull away in order for them to make it on time to their dinner reservations for the night.

Throughout the night, the couple found it difficult to keep their hands to themselves. Their hands stayed clasped together, only separating to eat their meals. The burning tension was palpable. Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. It was like falling in love all over again and this time around, he welcomed the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach everytime he made her smile or laugh. 

Egypt was in pure bliss. She felt powerful and sexy knowing the effect she had on Erik with just the way she looked. It's been a while since she had gotten dressed and gone out with her man and she was happy to know that they were still as much in love with each other as they had been in the beginning. 

As their time at the restaurant came to an end, Erik paid and rushed them out of the establishment and to the car. Egypt was occupied with the music so she wasn’t able to realize that Erik was driving them to a secluded area.

Erik parked the car and it was a matter of seconds before they both ended up in the backseat with their hands and lips on each other. Erik’s hands fell immediately to grip her ass through her jeans. She went to straddle him, peeling off his jacket and feeling up on his chest. Thankfully, they had enough space and time to get lost in the feel and taste of each other, reigniting that flame that forever burned between them.

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Wicked Fantasies Part 9 (MBJxOC)

A/N: I hate how small the gif is... and this is wayyy later than I expected. Enjoy :)

Raven savored the brief moment of serenity when she woke up, a blessed respite from the knowledge that her world was about to come crashing down. It ended as soon as she remembered she had a shift at the library, meaning she could not burrow into the softness and comfort of her own bed when everything fell apart as she hoped to. But Raven had too much practice putting on a brave face when everything in her would rather break down. 

She could not help but feel thankful when she checked her social media accounts that all was quiet… for now. Aside from a few texts and missed calls from Michael, which were all just his worried musings and checking up on her. The heaviness that settled in her soul since last night lifted at his concern and care, his promises that they would chart a path through this.

But she knew in her heart that the path could not include her. She emotionally prepared herself, as she went through the mundane activities of her morning, that he would break up with her when she went to his house later. There seemed to be no other logical choice or option. How could a man of his stature, at the height of his career, be associated with the likes of her? She was nothing more than a washed up, blacklisted author turned prostitute. 

She even wondered if it would ease the hurt if she beat him to it. Would it break her heart less if she took control of her own life and ended things on his behalf? It would certainly preserve her memories of him. If their brief love story had to end, she would rather it end on a high note like they were last night. That was the last memory she wanted of them, carefree and happy. She needed that memory… she did not see many happy days ahead in her future at the moment. 

Rae: Sorry, fell asleep. I’m ok… forgot I had a shift this afternoon so gonna get ready to head to the library.

Bakari: You sure? Maybe you should call in sick? 

Rae: Too late for that. I’ll be fine. 

Bakari: Allen’ll be there at the end of your shift. 6 right? He’ll bring you to the house. 

Rae: ok. 

Raven’s morning was punctuated by her checking her phone every couple of minutes as if she was waiting for a bomb to go off. And in some ways, she was. She felt utterly useless at work, distracted by her phone and her own all-consuming self pity. She found the usual mask of happiness she used to force herself to wear to be difficult to maintain today. Even when several of her kids came in after school to do their homework, she could not bring herself to interact with them beyond a brief hello. Anything more made her want to break down in tears. She had not even considered that they would read all about her on social media at some point. She would never know most of the world to care what they thought about her but these kids saw her as a role model. It was another blow to her already abysmal confidence and self worth to wonder what they, their parents, and her colleagues would think of her. 

The mere thought caused her eyes to well up with tears.

“Ok Rae… can’t cry at work,” she muttered to herself as she hastily wiped away her tears. “Enough of this.” She grabbed her phone and put it on DND and stuffed it in her purse. Her obsession would not will the article to come out any faster so there was no sense in checking every second.

She forced herself to focus on her work, offering to do every menial but distracting task she could to occupy her brain. And it worked for a few hours… until it didn’t. 

“Hey Raven,” one of her colleagues, Melody, rushed over to her while she returned a cart of books to their respective shelves. 

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked as she stretched to put a book on a higher shelf. 

“Have you seen this??” Melody handed Raven her phone once she turned and directed her full attention to her.

Raven’s hand braced herself on one of the wooden shelves as she read the headline of the article. 

Exclusive: Source reveals Actor Michael B Jordan’s long history with prostitutes including his girlfriend

Raven did not even read the full article, merely skimming the first two paragraphs and one of the several featured pictures of them. As soon as she reached the first mention of herself, a line calling out that she was paid to have sex with Michael by his friends and that their entire relationship was a sham, she shoved it back into Melody’s hands. 

Her breathing felt erratic and short as she angled her face and body away from Melody. She was not sure if she wanted to deny it or just admit that it was true. Now part of her wished she had stayed and talked to Michael last night, just to understand what she should even say. She did not have many friends in her life but Melody was a good work friend she had gained. She was everything Raven had always wished she was: confident, whole, and happy. But she did not know Melody well enough for her to be the person she broke down in front of. 

However, thankfully, in her silence, Melody did not even give her a chance to answer. The woman just waved her head dismissively and stuffed her phone back in the pocket of her dress. 

“You know how these tabloids are. They don’t fact check, don’t confirm shit.” Melody responded with a half smile and a shrug. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure Michael’s people will fix it, get them to post a retraction. No one who knows you is ever gonna believe this, Raven.” 

She offered her a supportive rub on the back before leaving Raven alone in the autobiographies section. She was gone for several minutes before Raven even realized she had not said a word in response. All of her limbs felt unresponsive. She did not understand how she had both been preparing for this all day and somehow still felt caught off guard. She supposed there was something to be said about preparing for something in theory and the reality of it. And even with hours to brace for it, the reality still felt like she had been hit by a train. 

She forced herself, with shaky hands, to continue her task. Her shift only had a few hours left and she refused to tuck in her tail and run. She could immediately tell who read the article and who had not just by stares and looks she received. She ignored most of them but the hardest ones were from her kids, who kept looking at her every time she passed before putting their heads back together. She forced herself to hold her head high and pretend as if nothing was wrong, despite how painful that was. She did not want to lie to anyone but she also did not care to admit that every word of the article was true. This was a lose-lose situation and she felt every ounce of it.

She was unsurprised to see missed calls and texts when she finally took her phone off DND. So many, she did not even realize that many people had her number. She did not read all of the texts but she could see that half of them were from Michael and his family checking on her. She did not have the heart to open any of them. 

The Jordans had opened their home and lives to her, treated her like family when no one else in this world had. And this was how she repaid that kindness? By ruining their son’s life and reputation. 

That’s all you know how to do, a voice rang out in her head. Ruin lives. 

The only one she opened was from Allen letting her know he was outside and waiting when she was ready. 

The last hour of her shift dragged by at a painstaking pace. No one else mentioned the article, at least not to her face. But that did not stop her from hearing the whispers or noticing the disgusted glares she received from some of the moms with their children. 

No one who knows me will believe it. Clearly that’s not true. 

She sighed as she packed up her stuff, realizing that the worst part of her day was still to come. She felt as if she was marching to the guillotine, certain death awaited her and there was no stopping it. 

She said a quiet goodnight to Melody before rushing outside. However, as soon as she stepped outside to walk around the building to the parking lot, she was accosted by paparazzi. 

She staggered backwards at the bright flashes in her face, blinding her as she tried to see through the crowd to get away from them. Every one of her senses were overwhelmed by the lights and their yelling at her, assaulting her with too many questions for her to reasonably answer even if she wanted to.

“Is the article true??” 

“How many men had paid for you before Michael?” 

“How much did he pay for you?” 

“Are you still having sex for money?” 

“Is your relationship real?” 

“Is it true you used to be a stripper??” 

“Are you and Michael done?” 

Raven put her tote bag in front of her face to hide it, now stained with tears that she could not hold in. It was as if they had stolen all the air with their presence, Raven could not even get enough breath into her lungs to beg them to let her through. Raven could feel herself being backed up toward the doors of the library again. However, she did not want to open the door and bring more spectators to this embarrassing swarm. She felt completely trapped. 

“Get back! All of you!” An authoritative woman’s voice demanded as she gripped Raven by the arm and forced her backward. Raven immediately recognized the voice as Melody’s and did not resist the tug of her hand as she pulled her back into the library’s entrance and locked the door behind them. 

Melody continued guiding Raven, as if she knew this was the only way to get her legs to move, until they reached the staff lounge in the back of the library. 

“Fucking vultures!” She immediately ranted as she forced Raven to sit down in one of the chairs, Raven’s head immediately fell into her hands as she tried to stave off a looming panic attack. She could feel it around the edges of her brain, slowly consuming all of her rational thoughts and feelings. She tried to take long slow breaths to fill her lungs again, each one as shaky as the last.  “Never seen anything like it. You ok, sis? Can’t believe they’re doing all this over a fake story.” 

“It’s not… it’s not fake. Every word is true,” she whispered. The admission was out of her mouth before Raven even had the conscious thought to stop herself. She lifted her head in shock at herself before looking at Melody whose facial expression had not changed. 

Melody let out a low whistle. “You’ve been holding out on me! You’re more interesting than I thought,” she mused as she handed Raven a bottle of water and sat down across from her. “Drink. It’s always the quiet ones though, I guess.”  

Raven’s hand paused as it brought the bottle to her lips. “That’s it?” 

“Not my place to judge you for doing what you needed to or wanted or whatever. Not to sound like a damn protest poster but sex work is work. I can tell you that whatever your reason, no one deserves all that out there or have their business plastered across the news.” 

Raven let out a soft sob at her words, not realizing just how badly she needed to hear that from someone who was not obligated to say it. She took the Kleenex Melody offered her. 

“Thanks… I needed that.” She let out a watery sigh. “Shit. I dunno what I’m g-gonna do… the things everyone is probably saying about me…” Raven muttered. “A-and when Kristen sees this, fuck… I’m gonna get fired.” 

Melody shook her head. “Hey, Kristen is annoying but she isn’t evil. People get through worse shit than having sex for money unscathed. And who cares what a bunch of incels and pick-mes say? You have your family and friends and your support system and you’ll get through this.” 

Raven let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “Yea… a support system… I just have Michael. No family, few friends. And now I’m probably gonna lose him too.” A fresh wave of tears started to fall before Raven shook her head, realizing that she was bearing her soul to a woman she was only talked to at work. “S-Sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping all this on you. T-thanks for your help out there.” Raven stood and grabbed her purse and started to walk to the door when Melody stopped her. 

“Well you have Michael, a few friends… and you have me. Text, call, whatever, anytime you want to talk, ok? I mean it.” 

Raven raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. “Really? You know you don’t have to be nice to me. I’ll be ok.” 

“I know you’ll be ok. But I like you, Raven. Which means I’m in your corner. Whatever you need, call me.  Stay off social and let this shit pass. Now, call that driver of yours and tell him to meet you around the back so you can go home. I’ll take your shift tomorrow.” 

Raven stared at her for a few moments as if she was just seeing her for the first time. She  pulled out her phone and shot off a quick message to Allen before heading toward the back exit. However, before she left, she turned back to Melody. 

“Thanks. I did… do… need someone in my corner.”

“Now you’ve got one,” she grinned before waving and taking off toward the front entrance to finish closing down the library. 

Raven stared at her for a few moments before heading outside. She braced herself for an onslaught of flashing, her entire body deflating with relief as she only found Allen waiting to take her home. Well to Michael’s, which had started to feel like home to her. But for the first time, it did not feel like she was retreating to her safe space and sanctuary. It felt as if she was speeding toward the end. 

***

Michael could have worn a hole in his carpet with his incessant pacing around his living room as he waited for Raven to arrive. She had been uncommunicative with him since she went home last night and he hated it. Michael understood her need to process on her own but he could not change how out of control that made him feel. He wanted her there with him, not spinning out on her own. 

He did the right thing. Or at least that was what he continued to tell himself to assure him. He tossed and turned all night, reviewing the last month with a fine tooth comb and he had made the right decision. The only decision. The only thing that did not sit right in his review were his lies to Raven to get here. They sat like rocks in the pit of his stomach, heavy and nauseating. He had justified all of them by saying he was protecting Raven’s peace by hiding what happened with Tasha but he did not expect them to haunt him quite like this. He stomped the feeling down. He played the best hand he had with the shitty cards Tasha dealt him. 

He assured himself that it was all worth it when the coverage from reputable publications played out exactly as he and his team intended. Most focused on him, examining how this was yet another example of his terrible playboy image. However, social media and sites like the Shade Room focused their sexist attacks on Raven, which was maddening but not surprising. But Alex assured him, and he agreed, that this was the best they could have hoped for. 

A buzzing from his phone pulled him out of his thoughts. He hoped it was Raven, however, he narrowed his eyes when he realized it was Tasha. He needed to block her number, immediately. He answered, praying this would be the last time he ever had to hear her voice. 

“I’m at your gate. Let me in.” She immediately demanded, Michael could hear the rage vibrating off every syllable. 

“Fuck no. You lost, Tash. It’s over.” 

“Fine. Leave me out here and I’ll call Raven and tell her how you destroyed her life. Let. Me. In.” 

Michael ran his hand over his face, frustration coursing through him. He went to the alarm system on his phone and opened the gate for her, praying he had enough time to get rid of her before Raven arrived. He was playing with fire and he knew it. 

Before he let her in, he made her leave her phone and purse in her car. He refused to get caught on tape and give her more ammunition to use against him.

“How the fuck you know where I live?” 

“You think I fucked you for two years straight and didn’t learn a thing or two about you? Nigga please,” Tasha muttered as she breezed into his foyer. Michael watched as she walked deeper into the house to  his living room, anger wafting off of her being in waves. “What the fuck, Michael??” 

Michael sat down on the arm of one of his chairs and folded his arms with a smirk. “What? Sad to see your million dollar story on TMZ? Seems someone hates me more than you do and beat you to it. Blackmail ain’t shit without leverage. You lost, T. Played a good game though, had me backed into a corner.” 

She scoffed and shook her head. “‘Someone beat me to it??’ You did! You leaked this! And got me fuckin’ fired me because of it. I-I’ll tell Raven.”

“Tell her what? That we met twice in a hotel? Fine. Tell her you were extortin’ me for money? Be my fuckin’ guest. But promise you, she’ll never believe you without proof. Which I know you don’t have cause there is none. And no one in my camp would ever admit to leakin’ a story that could hurt me. And your job… well… can’t start a war and be mad when you get hit. You threatened my girl… all bets are off.” 

“How’d you even convince Helen? I’m the best girl she’s got.” 

“Because unlike you, the only thing Helen cares about is money. So when I threatened to tell every client I ever brought her that her girls were extortionists… well, she saw the business case for lettin’ you go. Good luck findin’ another gig once Helen’s through with you. She’ll make what you tried to do to Raven look like fuckin’ child’s play.” He closed the space between the two of them, standing tall before her. He dropped his voice low, every word laced with authority. “Fuck with me all you want, I’m built for it and I can take it. But don’t fuck with Raven ever again. Now get outta my fuckin’ house and outta my life.”

Tasha scoffed. “You think you’re a big nigga, huh? Congrats. But… pretty sure this ain’t gon’ go the way you think.” 

Michael folded his arms. “How you figure that?” 

“You don’t think the guilt of knowing you leaked this shit isn’t gonna eat you alive? When precious soft Raven is crying in your arms every night because the entire internet is calling her a whore and a slut and trash and every other terrible thing they can think of? When they dox her apartment and she doesn’t feel safe at home? Or her job and get her fired? You think you’ll be able to sit by and watch her lose everything knowing you’re the reason and you did it behind her back?” 

“I did it to protect her.” 

“Maybe… But you also did it to fuck with me. You burned me, true. But you also burned her and when she finds out, I don’t think she’ll be quick to forgive you. But hey, you know her better than I do. What do you think?” Her hand ran up his chest as she spoke, a smirk on her face. 

Michael felt his hand clench in a fist as her words struck a chord so deep in him that he wanted to scream. He gently removed her hand from his body. 

“I did what I had to to get you outta my life and protect Rae as best I could. Try to twist that all you want but I did what had to be done. But the reasons don’t matter. She’ll never find out.” 

Tasha took a step back, a smirk on her face as she leaned her head toward the door. “You sure about that?” 

Michael whipped around to find Raven frozen in the entryway between his kitchen and living room. 

“Well… I believe my work here is done. I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t worry, I know the way out.” 

Tasha offered them both a smug look of victory before she sauntered out the door. However, Raven did not even spare her a glance, she only had eyes for Michael. Before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of him. 

“Y-You leaked this?” Raven whispered, the shock and hurt spreading through her stripped her voice of anger or menace. Even if she had not overheard the end of their conversation, the look of guilt on his face gave her every answer she needed. 

“Raven…” 

She raised her hand to stop him. She did not want to hear anything other than the answer to her question.  “Did. You. Leak. This?” 

She took his perpetual silence for what it was: an admission of guilt. Raven felt everything inside her start to crumble. All she felt was anger, betrayal and a pain so severe she thought it could end her. And all of it was so overwhelming, she did not know if there was room in her body to feel anything else. 

“Baby! Baby, baby, baby… calm down and listen to me, please,” Michael stressed, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his chest as she tried to walk away. “I promise you, this ain’t what you think.” 

Raven wildly pushed against his hard chest, wrestling her way out of his embrace. His embrace which once felt like home and safety and care now felt tainted, painful and prickly as if his arms were covered by a million sharp needles. 

“I think my entire life is falling apart, literally. And my boyfriend, who claimed to love me, is here with another woman he used to sleep with. H-How could you?? Y-You knew I-I was coming over! D-did you want me to walk in and find you two?? Did you…” her eyes grew wide as the realization hit her and stole the very breath from her lungs. She took a tentative step back from him, which he tried to follow, but she raised her hand to stop him. “Did you… l-leak this so you could be with her?” 

Michael wished the accusation had been so absurd but he could 100% see how this situation looked and the picture was beyond ugly… it was heinous. However, the last part was so outlandish that he could not ignore it. “I didn’t do it to be with her! I did it so she couldn’t and to protect you.” 

“Protect me??”  She let out a soft gasp. “You told the entire fucking world I was a prostitute to PROTECT ME??” 

“Raven, let’s just go up to my room and talk and I can explain it.” 

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

She started to race back toward the front door, desperate to put as much space between her and Michael as possible, her mind reeling with how he betrayed her, how he destroyed her. She could not trust or believe a word he said because from her vantage point, everything he said since the night they met was a complete and utter lie. 

“Raven, I swear to you,” he called as he raced after her, ignoring the questioning looks of his parents as they emerged from upstairs to the spectacle in the foyer. “I swear on my life, I did this to protect you! Tasha was gonna leak it anyway so I beat her to it to get ahead of it. I swear!” 

“Protect me?? This is protection?? Fucking obliterating my name and life is protection?? And why should I even believe a single word that comes out of your fucking mouth?? You said you weren’t talking to Tasha anymore. You said no other woman had ever been to this house yet she seemed pretty fucking cozy! You said you didn’t care about my past and that you wanted me but that clearly isn’t true! W-what happened?” she demanded, cutting off his increasingly desperate attempts to get her to calm down enough to listen to him. “Someone on the team reminded you that a man like you can’t be associated with trash?” She asked bitterly. “That you’re too good and perfect to be sullied by someone like me? Can’t turn a whore into a housewife, right? So what? It was easier to destroy me than just break up with me? I didn’t believe I d-deserved you anyway. But you convinced me! You convinced me I was worthy of you, deserving of you. That you wanted more, that you loved me. W-was it all just a game?? Am I just a game to you? Another conquest to add to your list??” 

Michael rushed forward and grabbed her arms to pull her into his chest. She fought against his grasp but he was too strong for her. She refused to look at him, if she did, the tears she was holding back would rush forward. She would have to acknowledge the depths of the hurt she felt and right now, the only safe thing she could feel was anger. 

“You have to believe me, Rae. Baby girl. I love you. I’m in love with you. You have to know that, you have to believe that!” 

“I believed you when you said I was enough, I believed you when you said you loved me. T-those were clearly lies. B-Because this,” she shook her head as her voice broke slightly. “T-this isn’t love. Cheating on me… lying to me. Going behind my back, making decisions that affect my life without t-telling me… M-Maybe too many books have rotted my brain and I n-never knew what love o-or protection a-and care were. Because if this is it? Then I don’t want it. From you or anyone else ever again.” 

His grip slacked as her words felt like a sucker punch to his entire being, allowing her to break.

“Wanted me out of your life? Then congrats.” Her march toward his front door was far more measured than she felt. Inside, she was melting down but she refused to break the little composure she had. She paused for a moment as she opened his door, her weight bearing down on the heavy brass handle. “You know… I was coming over here to offer to end things. T-to walk away if that was what you needed, if that would h-help m-make this easier for you. I-If you had just told me…” She hated how her voice broke and a few tears escaped their barricades. She was broken but she refused to let him or any of them see her shatter. “I-It would’ve killed me but I would’ve done it. Because that’s how much I loved you. But you… you don’t love me. You’re like everyone else in my life, lying and using me to get what you want and then t-throwing me aside like garbage w-when you’re done. A-and maybe y’all are right? M-Maybe that’s all I d-deserve.” She sniffled a bit before wiping her cheeks. “Y-You convinced me to jump with you. A-and I did because I thought… I thought you were d-different. But I should’ve known. I’ll never make that mistake again. Bye Michael.” 

Raven slammed the door behind her, her body pausing to lean against the railing that framed his front steps. Her physical body felt on the verge of collapse. Is this what heartbreak felt like? Because she felt as if she could physically die from this hurt, this ache that was so deep it felt like it was siphoning away the strength of her very bones. So much pain that she just wanted to collapse to the ground and never get up again.

“Ms. Turner?” 

She glanced up through her blurry eyes to find Allen standing in front of her, the older man’s face painted in concern. 

“Let’s get you home.” He gestured toward the car that drove her there. 

“I j-just broke up with your boss. Don’t think he.. he’ll want you to drive me.” 

“I know Mr. Jordan, he will want to make sure you get home safely. And if he gets upset then he isn’t the type of man I’d want to work for. Come on, you shouldn’t Uber or wander around in this state.” 

She allowed the older man to lead her to the car. She refused to look back at Michael’s house or mourn anything she left behind there. None of it had been real anyway. He could keep all of it along with the pieces of her heart he took. She did not want that anymore either. 

Raven ignored the incessant buzzing of her phone the entire ride, she did not look at her texts or missed calls. She knew who all of them were from. She had the right mind to delete and block his number but she was not strong enough for that, not yet anyway. 

She spent the entire ride reviewing their relationship, the last few months on replay over and over again. How could she have let herself fall into this trap? Tasha had warned her… there was no warmth or kindness to be found with him. But she let him play her like a fucking fiddle, spinning some tale of a misunderstood, heartbroken good guy. And she had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. She was too gullible, too trusting, too willing to give people opportunities even when they had done nothing to deserve them. She had thought Michael was different, that he would be on her short list of people that showed up and cared for her. 

But no, instead he was like most of the people she had come across in her life. Only somehow it was worse because he had lulled her into a false sense of security before unveiling the worst he had to offer. Even to the bitter end, he claimed to love her and that he wanted to protect her. From her vantage point, the only thing she needed protection from was him and her own foolish, idiotic heart. 

By the time Allen reached her block, her body was vibrating as she tried her best to hold in her sobs. It did not help that a horde of paparazzi were camped outside her building, circling like vultures to inspect the wreckage that was her life since he turned her into a joke and spectacle. She did not even understand how they discovered where she lived. 

He probably told them, a voice in her head supplied. 

“Is there a back entrance or side entrance?” Allen glanced back at her, pulling off to the side before driving to her front door. 

“U-Um yea, t-there’s a back entrance….” 

“Ok, I’m gonna pull around there so you can avoid all this.” 

“T-Thank you.” Her voice shook as she tried to control her breathing. It would just be a few more minutes and then she could fall apart. 

She had not even realized the car stopped until Allen walked around and opened her car door for her. He helped her out, her entire body shaking so much her legs could barely hold up her weight. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok? I can walk you up?” 

She immediately shook her head. “N-No. Y-You’ve done enough. T-thank…” her voice died off in a whisper as a sob broke through. She turned her head away from him and wiped her tears, stuffing the emotions back down. “T-thank you,” she repeated in a stronger voice with a smile she and the driver knew was utterly fake. 

“Take care of yourself, Ms. Turner,” he offered solemnly. 

The avalanche was hurdling so fast toward her, she could not even open her mouth to speak. She merely turned and raced into her building, her eyes trained on the floor as she went up the elevator and to her front door. She knew her roommate was at work, thankfully, so she slipped inside and immediately went to her bedroom. 

She shed her clothes and slid on a baggy t-shirt, not even realizing that it was one of Michael’s she had stolen. She did not realize until she realized it smelled just like him as if he had just sprayed his cologne on it. Everything in her wanted to bury her face in it and be comforted by him, have him ease her soul like he always did. But then her brain reminded her that he was the cause of this agony, not the cure. 

She ripped the shirt off of her body and threw it angrily in the corner before forcing a random sweatshirt onto her nude body. She curled into bed and let out a shaky breath as her body realized she was finally alone. And then she felt the entire dam burst and every emotion came rushing out of her in sobs that were painful to feel. But she could not stop them, could not slow them down, and could not see a way out of the black hole of despair they pulled her into. 

Michael had broken her. No, he destroyed her. And there was no hope of putting her back together again. 

***

“So ‘I told you so’ would be totally outta line here, huh?” Alex asked as she laid back on the couch in Michael’s office, her heels thrown lazily on the floor.. 

“Fuck yea, Alex,” he growled, his anger getting the better of him. 

She raised her hands in surrender. “Understood. Will keep that to myself then. Listen, I know women… give her some time. She’ll come around.” 

Michael eyed her, part of him wanting desperately to believe her but he could hear the uncertainty in her voice. She was trying to placate and assure him but it would not work. Of all the fuck ups that marred his relationships and adult life, this was hands down the worst one. 

He did not need or want a lecture from Alex when he had just sat through a two-hour scolding from his entire family. His mother and sister ripped him a new one when he finally admitted to them the truth about he and Raven and what he had done. They all but told him that he would be lucky if Raven ever spoke to him again, let alone tried to forgive him after lying to her for over a month. 

He tried to explain his reasoning but they made it clear that the reasoning did not matter one bit. All Raven knew was that he lied and he broke her trust. His intentions were pointless when the impact was so severe. 

He tried calling Raven again. He was thankful Allen, at least, assured him she made it into her building safelt. But Allen did not have any other insights to offer him and Michael wondered if the older man would even share them if he had. Michael could hear the disappointment in every word as they spoke on the phone. 

It was almost midnight and he had to hear her voice. Her voicemail message was the best he could get but he would keep calling until she answered him.

“Ok well stop callin’ her like that. It’s giving stalker. No girl wants that.” 

“She left her thinkin’ I did all this to be with Tasha. I can’t let her believe that. I need her to talk to me.” 

Alex grabbed his phone and ripped it out of his hand as he went to call her again. “I can assure you… this ain’t the way. You aren’t gonna harass her enough into talking to you. She doesn’t… ok,” she sighed. “I know you aren’t gonna want to hear this but it’s time for some tough love. You fucked up, Michael. I tried to warn you and you didn’t listen because you’re an Alpha male who thinks he knows best when you really don’t. Being in one semi-successful relationship for a few months didn’t make you an expert. You fucked up and you hurt her. And now, for once, you have to wait for her. Maybe she’ll call you and want to talk tomorrow. Maybe in a month. Maybe… honestly, never. And that would be her right. You kept secrets, you lied, and you went behind her back and threw a grenade that blew up her life.” 

“But Tasha -” he started to defend himself when Alex cut him off. 

“What we did was the smart move, the only move. But you should have told her. Defend yourself all you want, blame Tasha all you want but I fuckin’ know you, Mike. This isn’t all on you but it isn’t all on Tasha either.You didn’t tell her to protect her but you also did it to protect how she sees you. ” 

Michael bowed his head and shame, hating how Alex always saw straight through him. 

“Exactly. That was selfish and your mom is right, you need to own your shit.” 

“How can I own my shit when she won’t speak to me??” Michael groaned. 

Alex picked up her glass of scotch and shrugged. “Well I don’t know. Honestly. If I did, I’d tell you. But calling her over and over again until she picks up won’t help. It’ll just get you blocked.” Alex downed her glass and grabbed her purse. “Send her one last text and get some sleep, Michael. You look like shit. Take some time, stay outta the public eye for a few days and reflect. Call me in a couple days and we’ll talk. But you’re useless to me, Raven, and yourself like this.” 

“I hear you.” 

“Put the phone down. I’m serious, Mike.” 

He nodded. Alex walked over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. It took a moment for Michael to reciprocate as the gesture was so far out of the norm of everything he knew from his manager. 

“Don’t get used to it, seemed like you just needed it.” 

Michael nodded before he took a step back. “Yea I did…” 

Alex started to walk toward the door of his office when she paused and turned back to him. “You’re a good guy, Michael. And I’m not just saying that. You’re a good person. You just made a bad decision. And usually, I can come behind you and we can fix them with an interview and that movie star smile. But… Raven… this one may not be fixable. And in addition to owning your shit, you need to find a way to accept that possibility too.”  

“I don’t know if I can ever be ok with that, Alex. I love her. I can’t live without h-her.” His voice broke slightly as he glanced down at his hands. 

Alex offered him a sad smile. “I know you do… and sometimes that isn’t gonna be enough. Night.”

***

When Raven woke up again, after crying herself to sleep, it was 3 am. She had cried and subsequently slept straight through the evening, had not eaten or drank anything. And it only took being awake for five minutes for everything to come rushing back. The ache in her chest had not lessened in that time, if anything it had just become more painful as her brain obsessed over every detail. 

She groped in the darkness for her cell phone, which she had put back on DND. Her notifications were in shambles but once again, she realized 90% of them were from the same man. She never thought there would be a day when she was angry to see his name on her phone. But it seemed he called or texted her every five minutes or so since she left his house.

A small voice in her head contemplated hearing him out. After all, if he truly wanted to be with Tasha, why was he blowing up her phone like a stalker to get her to speak with him. That had to mean something, right? 

Her thumb hovered over her message app, trying to decide if she wanted to open them and read them. However, as she opened the app, she got distracted by a notification from Instagram.

She had forced herself to stay off social media but she could not stop herself from clicking it. And she immediately wished she had not. Her DMs were certainly a complete deviation from when she and Michael first started dating. She only opened the first handful of messages from strangers before she put her account on private and turned off her comments. That was something she should have done yesterday, she realized, but she was not used to being the source of such public vitriol. 

The things people said to her caused a fresh wave of tears to flow. Women in her comments and DMs called her everything under the sun aside from a child of God and the men… well, their comments were disgusting enough to cause nausea to churn in her belly. Did they not realize they were saying all of this to a real person? Instead, they spoke of her as if she was nothing.. 

But what did she expect from perfect strangers when her own boyfriend treated her like that?  She started to delete every DM until she got to a set from last night that were from handles she knew. Her sister’s friends. 

She had not even thought to check to see if her sister or father reached out. She knew if they did, it certainly would not be to check on her and the comments of her sister’s cohort of idiotic friends made that clear. She did not quite understand why women deep in their 30s were spending their days harassing another woman but Kiara ran her friends like a master puppeteer. . 

She did not bother opening those either, she simply sent them straight to the trash. She tossed her phone to the side before pulling her knees into her chest to cry again. However, before she could spiral back into that sea of despair, she picked up her phone and opened Michael’s texts. She forced herself to not scroll up, though she did read the last couple. 

Bakari: Please talk to me. 

Rae. At least let me know you’re ok. 

Let me explain what happened.

Raven rolled her eyes. Every disgusting thing she just read was his fault. Hell would freeze over before she listened to a word had to say. . 

Rae; Stop texting and calling me and delete my number. I never want to hear from you again. 

Three typing bubbles immediately popped up before she could close the app and be done with him forever. 

Bakari: I know I hurt you and I shouldn’t have lied but let me explain, Rae. Please. 

Rae: I’m not interested in anything you have to say. I’m done. We’re done. 

She quickly went into her contacts and blocked his number before tossing her phone back down on her bed. She thought doing so would ease some of the hurt she felt, after all he was the source of it. But it didn’t. In fact, it just made her heart feel more hollow. He was truly gone and she was completely and utterly alone. She had spent most of her life alone, she was used to it. She did not know why it hurt so much this time around.

The only thing she knew for certain as she curled back into her bed was that she wished she had never met Michael B Jordan. The man who she believed was the personification of her wildest fantasies turned out to be the cause of her worst nightmare.

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surrender - adonis c. x reader

summary - men from reader’s past have always tried to use and take advantage of her, you can only imagine how surprised she was about how persistent the boxer was.

including - smut, aave/n word usage

"Adonis, what are you doing here?" you asked, your face burned with embarrassment, as a few customers pointed at him.

"I tried stopping at your place, but your neighbor said you weren't home, I asked around, and now, we're here," he said casually.

"Okay, and what did you want?"

"I think there was a misunderstanding between us, let me take you out to eat when you get off," he explained.

You had met Adonis a few weeks back, after another victory match. He spotted you and asked you on a date. You only agreed, afraid of how he'd react if you rejected him, like some men of your past. You mentally prepared yourself for him to use his attempt at having you as his woman of the night, abandoning you, before the sun came up.

Except, it never came, he never made overly provocative remarks or insinuated anything. he asked about your interests, and your story, as he called it. Then as the date ended, you found yourself at a second, third, and even fourth date. Surely, the two of you had become familiar with each other? Yes, but no. No matter how kind and respectful he was, your brain convinced you it was all an act.

"I don't know-

"It's driving me insane having you out here act like I don't exist," he told you, as you nodded.

"I get off in an hour," you said, turning away from him immediately.

You couldn't understand why he wouldn't give up. You were beyond gorgeous, but, if your mind was correct. it had been feeding you, that he only wanted your goodies, which is why couldn't he move on to the next.

"That's terrible," you laughed so hard that tears came from your eyes.

Adonis was telling you about one of his earliest matches, he had already gotten his gloves on when the nervousness moved from his stomach to his bowels. He nearly soiled his shorts, as he impatiently watched Rocky cut them open.

"It wasn't funny at the moment, I was nervous as hell, and he laughed with you.

"And now you're at the top, what's somebody like you doing entertaining little ole me?" you ceased to laugh, taking a sip of your pineapple Malibu drink.

"You don't see the value you carry because your last nigga was dumb enough to fumble with you, but I like you a lot, and I could show you how you deserve to be treated" he expressed.

"I have to go to the bathroom," you told him, drinking the large glass of alcohol, You were bound to begin peeing like a fish - also in hopes of escaping the serious atmosphere. As you finally walked back to the table, you felt tipsy, loosening up, compared to before.

"Are you okay baby girl?" a strange man approached you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I'm fine actually" you spat, attempting to pull away from him, but he was stronger.

"You are very fine," he chuckled, moving his hand lover, until you jumped in surprise.

"Aye, get the fuck off my girl," you heard Adonis say, walking towards the man.

"This your girl? You need to control her better, she was all on me," he lied, pushing you toward Adonis.

"Just stay away from my woman," he warned him again.

"I'm supposed to be scared of you, baby creed?" your heart dropped hearing the words, he told you of his reaction to hearing the taunting title, in the past. Before you could say anything, Adonis had the man on the ground, holding your hand, as he pulled you to his car.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Don't thank me, he was a dick," he said, still angry.

"I'm still thankful," you told him, holding his face, to make him look at you.

"It was nothing" he grinned, watching as your eyes shifted from his eyes to his lips.

"So I'm your woman?" you returned the expression.

"My fault, it slipped out, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" Pulling his mouth closer, you placed a tender kiss onto his plump lips.

"I liked it," you admitted. Instantly, he drew you back closing his eyes, as his tongue explored your mouth. moving his arm around you, he eventually pulled away, the both of you panting, as a shy grin was on your face.

"Damn, that was something," he laughed.

"Are we going to your place or mine?" you asked, smiling as you leaned back in the seat. You weren't lightweight, but the way he defended you, made you feel a certain way.

"We don't have to do-

"I know, so who's place?"

"Come mere," Adonis said lowly, pushing up against you, as he kissed your neck.

Closing your eyes, your mouth slightly open, as you held the back of his head. He left a trail of wetness all over, as he teased your sweet spot. From kissing alone, you knew you were soaked, trying your best to ignore the clenching sensation between your legs. Moving your hand down, you felt his toned figure, only adding more warmness to your heated body.

"Use your words, I'll take it off if you ask me to," he told you, sucking your earlobe, before going back to your neck.

"I want you," you said, biting your lip.

"You don't want me nearly as bad as I want you," he countered.

"Then take me”

Hastily, he had you in his arms, your legs unconsciously wrapped around his waist, as he carried you to the master bedroom. Carefully, he dropped you, pecking your lips, and you both stripped from the pieces of clothing.

"Aren't we getting under the blanket?" you asked confused.

"You're too sexy to fuck under covers"

Going to his knees, he tugged you to the end of the mattress, he massaged your thighs, placing kisses on your legs, as he pulled at your underwear. Immediately, you felt self-conscious. other men you'd been with, never performed orally, only wanting their share before leaving or kicking you out.

"Donnie, I can do you instead," you said holding your leg's together.

"Nah, you said you want me. but have all this doubt, let me make it go away. I'll make you feel good, okay," he said, and you nodded, releasing the tight strain on your legs.

"Your pussy is so pretty" he praised you, tossing the underwear to the side, using his thumb to gently rub circles on your clit.

"You like that? I just want you to feel good baby," he said, as he began placing kisses on your clit, glancing up at you.

"It feels so good," you moaned, holding his head, while he opened your legs wider.

Inserting his tongue, you arched your back, letting out a short laugh, due to the ticklish feeling. although, as he began thrusting, you felt yourself becoming undone. Holding, and rubbing your breast, you looked down, becoming more aroused at the sight.

"Don't stop, you're gonna make me cum," you whined, biting your lip, as you began breathing heavier. Your walls were clenching, and you could feel a knot building up, you were close.

Slipping a finger inside, pumping, while slurping away any of the milky creams, he maintained eye contact. moving his free hand up, intertwining his fingers with yours, watching as you loudly moaned, riding out your orgasm on his tongue. The feeling alone made him painfully hard.

"You have a special-woah," you stopped, as he hungrily, stood up, stepping out of his underwear. awkwardly, you shitted your eyes, not wanting to stare down, becoming more aroused at the sight.

"Look at me," he said huskily, he had begun stroking himself, and the precum oozed slowly from his tip.

Climbing onto the bed with you, he grabbed your hand, having you straddle his lap. Burying your face in his chest, you found yourself grinding against him, but stopped, as he cupped your ass. Peeking at him, he stared intensely at you, before proceeding to passionately kiss you.

Trailing your fingers down his muscular chest, you held his shaft, aligning it with your entrance. Slowly filling you up, you sat still in his lap, adjusting, while he continued pampering you with consuming kisses.

Pecking his collarbone, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nodding to show that you were ready. Slowly, he caressed from your thighs to your ass. Your moans filled the room, as he lowly grunted and moaned in your ear.

"Do you hear that?" he teased, as you queefed, while the gushing noise was heard throughout the room.

"Yeah, shit," you could barely speak, throwing your head back, as he held you, thrusting

"Who's all this for, huh?"

"You, Donnie don't stop," you cried out to him.

“I’m not, can you feel bad I want you”

"Yes," you moaned, your eyes rolling, as his mouth found its way to your breast, giving them each attention. You let out a shaky breath, filling your walls clenching tighter around him. Not saying a word, he lifted you, laying you on your back.

Your creams were dripping onto the blanket, as your leg violently shook. Sweat covered the both of you, while Adonis focused on kissing all over your body.

"I'm cumming," you moaned, earning a loud groan from the firm clenching. still chasing his orgasm, his strokes became sloppy, and you could feel the twitching.

"I'm close," he grunted, pulling, vigorously pumping himself, he watched as the warm speed spilled onto your abdomen.

Using your hand, you took the substance into your mouth, swallowing, before sticking out your tongue, as proof of your action. Smiling, you dramatically went, 'mhm', Adonis burst into laughter, diving next to you, wrapping his arms around you. dozing off, into a deep sleep.

As morning came, you shamefully found yourself cleaning yourself, before Adonis woke up. You couldn't believe the way you acted. You enjoyed last night but were disappointed with yourself. Or at least that's what your brain stated.

You wanted to believe he was different, but you couldn't risk him waking up to you in his place, and throwing you out. Quietly, you slid into your underwear, searching for your pants. when Adonis turned, stretching, looking confused.

"Where you going?" he asked, You felt weak in the knees because of the raspiness in his voice.

"I'll be gone in a little while," you said, worried he would begin to rush you.

"It's four in the morning, come lay down," he said. Realizing that you were still standing, he stood from the bed. Your eyes diverted at his nudity, but he ignored it.

Approaching you, he swiped you into his arms, placed you on the bed, and plopped next to you. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he kissed your shoulder.

"You need to get through your head, that I want you. I liked you before I had your body, and I'll like you if you don't want to do it anymore.," he said, closing his eyes.

"They all say that," you said, more to yourself.

"And I'm asking for a chance to prove I'm not them"

"Okay," any man willing to go this far was worth the risk, plus the dick was bomb.

"Bet, now go your pretty ass back to sleep, trying to leave, when you haven't had breakfast or dessert," he said, his eyes still shut.

"Oh Lord," you said, about to laugh at his tone.

"That's who you're going to be calling out to," he said, drifting back to sleep.

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Who's Fight is it Anyways?

Pairing: Adonis “Donnie” Creed x Black!Reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, drunk idiots, swearing, innuendos, use of the N-word, cute ending.

A/N: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! And I wanted to give a little gift for my Adonis Creed girlies. Michael B. is so fine (and so nerdy). Please enjoy, like, comment and have an awesome day!!

It had been a while since the two of you went out just because. Not for promoting one of your boyfriend's fights or for one of your P.R. events. This was a fun date night out in a long time. You were finally able to wear the black off-the-shoulder dress you had stashed in the back of your closet. And Andonis Creed couldn't keep his eyes- or hands- off you since you put it on.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m not staring.” Donnie set his hand on your thigh, squeezing softly and his eyes briefly dropped down to your cleavage before coming back to yours “I’m admiring a work of art.”

His hand trailed further up your thigh until you stopped him.

“You can’t touch the art.”

“I don’t give a damn, I ain’t in training.” he leaned in for a kiss on your shoulder and then your neck “And I’m gonna touch and kiss, as much of you as I can.”

“Donnie!” you giggled

“I’m already going deaf, don’t make me go blind.” Bianca settled into her seat across from you and your boyfriend.

"That's not funny, B." You swatted Donnie's hands away. He concedes and sits back against the plush booth, but he keeps his hand on your leg.

"C'mon, I gotta find some humor in it." She smiled and then looked at Donnie "Congrats on your win D, I almost thought Wheeler had you in the fourth round."

"C'mon B, it's me."

"I know, and you have trouble keeping your right hand up."

“She’s right, I’ve heard Rock tell you that before.” you agreed before gently rushing the fading bruise under his right eye. 

Mary-Anne told you you'd have to get used to seeing the bruises, fractured or broken bones, maybe a bloody smile from the ring to let you know they were okay, and rough days after a bad loss. You knew she never fully got over Apollo’s death during the fight against Drago and seeing her son following his father’s footsteps didn’t ease that discomfort, but she was still in his corner. Whether she watched from home or the stadium she was still cheering him on. 

Adonis pulled your hand from his cheek and kissed the back of your hand. “I’m good, Baby, don’t worry about me.”

“Easier said than done, Donnie. You’d be just as worried if it were me.”

He and Bianca start laughing.

“You in a fight? That’s funny.” She sighs 

You scrunch your brow “Why is that funny? I could be in a fight.”

“Baby, I’ve seen you run from a ball of hair.” Adonis smirks with a kiss on your forehead.

“I thought it was a spider! Y’know what- both of y’all can kiss my ass. I’m gonna get a refill,” You stood, fixing the skirt of your dress. “Hopefully I don’t see a ball of hair on the way.”

“If you do, I'll come save you.” Adonis winks

You made your way over to the bar, patiently waiting to flag down the bartender when you felt someone slide up next to you. He was way too close for your liking and shifted to your other foot so you could lean away from the man.

“What’s up thickums?” he grinned, when you didn't respond he snapped his fingers in your face “I'm talkin’ to you.”

You rolled your eyes “And?”

“Alright, Miss Ma’am.” He turned more toward you and you could smell the alcohol on his breath, and you felt his eyes staring at your chest “So what I gotta do to get your number?” the guy reached over and placed his hand inappropriately low on your back.

“You can back the fuck up.” you pushed him away but he grabbed your arm “Let me go!”

“C’mon, girl don’t act like that.”

“I said, let me go. I’m not interested.” you snatched your arm away

"What you got a nigga or something?"

You hesitated. The last thing you wanted was to drag Adonis into unnecessary drama, especially when it included getting into fights with drunk assholes who couldn’t take no for an answer.

“Doesn’t matter if I do or don’t, I said I’m not interested.” 

“See this is why I don’t deal with y'all bougie ass bitches."

"And they don't wanna deal with you either." You flipped him off and started to walk away from the bar when he grabbed you by your upper arm and yanked you back.

"Ooh a slick mouth too, bet that mouth would feel real good on my dick."

"Yo, get your hands off my girl!" Adonis pushed the guy away from you.

He stumbled back but caught himself from falling to the ground.

“So this is your bitch then?”

“The fuck did you just say?” Donnie stepped forward, you placed your hand on his chest 

“Baby, stop. Just walk away.”

“I’m just saying, if you gon let her out the house make sure she ain’t dressed like a slut.”

Adonis’s fists tightened at his side, “You better watch your fucking mouth.”

“Or what Baby Creed? Gonna get ya Daddy to hit me?”

No one saw the punch coming, not you, not the drunk idiot getting hit, and especially not your boyfriend when he spotted your left hand zooming past his face. There was a noticeable cracking noise when your fist connected with the guy's nose. A bit of blood trickled into his shirt from the bloody nose you'd just given him.

“Oh shit!” Donnie smiled pridefully until he saw you holding your hand close to your chest “Oh shit, you okay Baby?”

“No, that fucker has a hard face.” you wiggled your fingers and winced slightly “Shit, that hurts.”

Donnie signaled for the bartender to grab some ice for your hand. Security then swooped in and snatched the guy up from the floor before dragging him out of the club. You hissed when the ice touched the back of your hand.

"Y/N, are you- oh damn!" Bianca's eyes widened at the swelling of your hand. "D, you should take her to a doctor or something, that could be broken."

"Broken?" You whimper

“It’s not broken.”

*****

“It’s broken- well fractured but it’s a deep one.” the doctor tells you while gesturing to the x-ray of your hand “You’ll have to wear a brace to keep it from getting worse, but it should be back to normal before your next fight.”

“I hope there isn’t one. That guy was a creep.”

“You should’ve let me handle him.” Donnie grimaced

“Donnie, you keep your fights in the ring. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, but you could’ve really fucked up your hand.” He huffs “How long does she need the brace for?”

“If she wears it regularly- including at night, and limits the amount of usage of the hand- six weeks.”

“Six weeks?” you groaned

“Six weeks,” Adonis repeated firmly “Anything we should watch for to make sure it heals properly? Any medicine?”

“There’s some medication that needs to be prescribed,” The doctor looked at you with a friendly smile “Other than that just be sure that you’re not overdoing it. I’ll be right back with the prescription.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Your eyes drift over to your boyfriend, who shakes his head “What?”

“You, you could’ve really got hurt, Baby. Why didn’t you come get me?”

“Donnie, you can’t fight all my fights. Think about what could’ve happened. What about your career?”

“What about it? I don’t care about that- I care that some nigga twice your size had his hands on you.” He cupped your face in his hands “You are what I care about. You got that?”

You nod “Yeah, I got you.”

“Alright then, no more fights.” Adonis tilted your head back and gave you a soft kiss “Not gonna lie though- that shit was hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” he gently held your hand that was in the brace “But for real- come get me next time some dude starts touching on you. I’ll knock him out myself.”

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“Messy Boots”

For the Anonymous who asked me about considering a Storm x Killmonger pairing. Here ya go!

Pairing: Storm (Ororo Munroe) x Erik Killmonger

Warnings: NSFW. Mature Audience. 18+. CW: Some violence.

If you enjoy the story, Please Reblog! Comment! Like! All that good stuff.

Summary:

Fresh on the heels of a contentious divorce from King T’Challa Udaku of Wakanda, Ororo “Storm” Munroe attends a U.N. function honoring the work of the Avengers golden boy, Captain America. She invites the Wakandan Ambassador, and Head Petty King, Prince Erik Killmonger to be her date and pretend boyfriend knowing full well that her ex-husband T’Challa and his new girlfriend Nakia will be there. During a formal dinner, enemies of Captain America attack the function forcing Ororo, T’Challa, Killmonger, Nakia, Cap, and the Dora Milaje to work together to save civilian guests and international dignitaries. In the middle of the chaos, Storm realizes that Erik Killmonger might actually be the one…

“See I know what we’ve got to do You let go (you let go), and I’ll let go too (and I’ll let go) ‘Cause no one’s hurt me more than you And no one ever will…”

Lauryn Hill – “Ex-Factor”

Ororo Munroe pulled down on her white off-the-shoulder dress to make sure that her thighs weren’t too revealing. She purposely chose the Kenyan couture look because it made her silky dark mahogany skin pop with her silvery-white hair. She flat-ironed her curly mane before braiding it into several long braids the week before. When she undid her handiwork, her tresses cascaded down her back like a soft cloudy dream.

“I hope these damn speeches don’t drag on tonight,” a gruff voice said next to her.

Ororo glanced to her left in the back of the private SUV.

Prince Erik Udaku…actually, Ambassador Erik Udaku-Stevens, sat next to her with his lip twisted into a scowl as he stared out of his passenger side window. Erik’s dark locs were twisted in three thick cornrows tied in the back. His suit was tailor-made by the finest sartorial hands in Birnin Bashenga, an eastern city in Wakanda. He sat his right hand on his knee and she saw the onyx and vibranium ring on his finger that once belonged to his father, the beloved N'Jobu Udaku. The Rebel War Dog. Erik’s feral eyes met hers and a sly smile crept over his lush lips as he took in her dress.

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Winter Wonderland (25 Days of Christmas Challenge) [1]

PAIRING: Erik Stevens + Black!OC

SUMMARY: Burned-out musician Erik Stevens becomes the worst version of himself after his most recent album flops. Feeling the pressure, he decides to take a cross-country road trip back to Oakland to see familiar faces and find his passion again. When a series of unfortunate events has him stranded in a quirky small town, he finds everything he was searching for. And maybe a little extra.

SONG OF THE DAY: What Do The Lonely Do at Christmas? - The Emotions 

WARNINGS: Language

A/N: Tell Hallmark to holla at ya girl.

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1. ‘TIS THE SEASON

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