#K'uk'ulkan smut

[stuckybarton]

Heads Under Water Masterlist

Summary: All your life, you were afraid of the water. How you had found yourself drowning at a young age—only to be saved by a man living in the waters. Little did you know of the past you shared with the man whose name struck fear upon your family’s town and around the world. Characters: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader Warnings: Smut. Death. Blood. Mention of Wars. Possible Dark elements. Mentions of Thalassophobia. Specific warnings to be added to each parts.

Chronological Chapters

Intro

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty One

Part Twenty Two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty Five

Part Twenty Six

Part Twenty Seven

Part Twenty Eight

Part Twenty Nine

One Shots / Blurbs / Imagines

Water Under The Bridge

More Than A Woman, Less of A God

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒, 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥 𝘅 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗔!𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — a prophecy has tied you to the feathered serpent god before you had even existed. now, it’s time to come home.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. possessive behavior. near death experience. smut; penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie (lots of cum bc i'm disgusting), breeding kink.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — this has to be the most excited i've been for a fic in a long time 🥹 i had a blast including a little bit of my culture's superstitions and lore. my sincerest apologies for any inaccurate yucatec maya translations, i used a translator website. the song the reader sings is "daughter of the sea" by sharm. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 —

⁀➷ “anak” - child.

⁀➷ “po” - a respectful term with no direct translation used when talking to someone of higher rank than you such as elders or your boss.

⁀➷ “mag ingat ka” - “be careful.”

⁀➷ “ka’a suku’un u?” - “cousin?”

⁀➷ “ko’oten tin wéetel in kaxtik ti’ le ajawo.” - "come with me to find the king."

⁀➷ "in yakunaj" - "my love"

⁀➷ "in k'áaté" - my one and only.

⁀➷ "le ba'alo' leti'e" - that is her.

⁀➷ "bienvenido tin wotoch ti', in reina." - "welcome my queen."

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD REMEMBER, the ocean was your safe haven.

While others strayed from its depths for fear of the unknown, of the creatures that could be lurking down there, you had always been curious to know. There had always been an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched when it came to your love for the water. You frequented your local beach nearly every day, wandering aimlessly until you grew tired. Unlike others your age, your life was one of solitude. To an extent, you were content with it, for the ocean was your companion. It never judged you and always welcomed you. It listened when you spoke, carrying your worries far from you never to be seen again.

Nowadays, to your heart’s discontent, the ocean was not enough.

You were lonely. Truly lonely and feeling what it was like to be so for the very first time in your life. There were nights you stared into the abyss; eyes watery as you wished to drown in it. To be embraced by the one thing that was consistent in your life. Would you feel less alone then?

─

From the deepest point of the very sea you gazed into, the heart of a God grew heavy. K’uk’ulkan loved his people, adored them with every fiber of his body. Each and every one of the faces of those he ruled, dead and alive, were imprinted in his soul permanently. Every step he took was taken with them in mind. He prided himself for being a good leader, for doing everything and anything possible to keep his nation safe. After the events leading up to the alliance with the Wakandans, however, he did not know if that pride was deserved. He had made mistakes; misplaced his trust and allowed two of his own to die right in their very home. Namora, as loyal as she was, began to question his decisions. He was alone in bearing this burden with no one to rest his head on at night from the heaviness of the day.

What pained him the most? He knew he shouldn’t be alone.

He recalled the day he and his mother had been read the prophecy when he was a child clearly. The emotions he felt upon hearing those words spoken into existence were still fresh. There was someone for him. Just for him, and him alone.

“For His fealty, the First Son of Talokan shall be given a gift from the Gods; a descendant from the Heavens, a child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress. For as long as He shall live, She shall rule the seas by His side.”

Years passed. Those years slowly faded into decades. After the passing of his beloved mother, it became difficult differentiating when those decades turned into centuries. Still, there were no signs of his soulmate. His people knew of the prophecy. K’uk’ulkan was all too aware of the anticipation his children felt as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their queen. Yet, she never came.

He grew angry at the so called Gods for turning on their promise – at her. Where was she? he’d hiss. My people, our people, have come dangerously close to being discovered. I have nearly died defending them all alone. My wings have been ripped from my flesh. Why isn’t she here? The prophecy meant nothing to him anymore. Just as he was naïve when he entrusted Princess Shuri with seeing his home, he was blindly foolish for believing in a fairytale.

Namor was without love in more ways than one.

─

You didn’t remember falling asleep. There was no explanation as to how you ended up perilously close to the edge of the water, the violent thrash of waves serving as a warning to you. Still, you remained completely still as fear immobilized you. You racked your brain for any recollections of your previous actions. Nothing came up. You couldn’t remember anything after you came home from the market.

Nothing, that is, aside from a single voice.

It cooed to you, whispered your name like it had waited a thousand millennia to taste it upon its tongue. Sang to you like you were its favorite person in the entire universe.

Come to me.

Come home.

In yakunaj.

In k’áate’.

Come home.

Taking a moment to steady your breathing, you slowly stepped away from the ledge before rushing back home. As you tucked yourself into bed that night, you tried your best to bury what had just transpired. You sought out every possibility – rational and irrational – that could have resulted in your odd behavior. You always went to the beach, maybe you just wandered there after dinner out of habit. Perhaps something went wrong with the batch of your usual tea and an ingredient that causes cognitive dysfunction was accidentally added to it. Maybe tomorrow morning you will wake up to a news report about your batch being recalled from all stores.

The explanation you vied for never came.

As time persisted, so did the bouts of blacking out, regaining consciousness, and finding yourself near the ocean. Each time, you got closer and closer to its waters. Every day after the next, you would feel the fatigue in your muscles from all of the walking. And yet, it did not stop you. You always found your way back to the ocean. It didn’t matter if you walked into ongoing traffic or if a concerned neighbor physically restrained you, the pull was stronger. Shamefully, you began to avoid leaving your home altogether. You couldn’t bear to face the condemnatory looks you were bound to receive. Whatever those in your area thought of you, you didn’t want to know. You were afraid enough of what you were becoming.

When you wake up from the next spell, you were waist deep in the ocean. Shivering as your thin nightgown stuck to your skin. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you salvaged any and all body heat. The gravity of your circumstances hit you all at once. Biting your lip, you held back your tears as your turned around and began making your way out of the water hastily. Just as your bare feet touched the white sand, you caught the eyes of the elderly woman who lived closed by. The two of you had never spoken, but her presence as a resident was always acknowledged.

“Sorry, po,” You spoke sheepishly, a polite and apologetic smile on your face.

Her expression was grave as she stared at you wordlessly. Silence stretched between the both of you and just as you were about to walk away, she harshly spat one single word.

“Magindara.”

Before you could seek clarification, she was back inside her small hut, the door slamming behind her acrimoniously. The only proof that the interaction with her was even real was the residual sting of her hostility and rage. Her persecution was the straw to break the camel’s back. Unable to maintain your resolve any longer, you fell to your knees and began to you’re your hands clutching at your chest in hopes to alleviate the pain. Humiliation, terror, anxiousness, and frustration were just a few of the emotions you were feeling. Even then, they were just the tip of the iceberg. As you cried to yourself, sand sticking to your wet limbs uncomfortably, you longed for nothing but someone to wrap you up in their arms – for someone to tell you that for once, everything would be okay. Just this once, you craved a life outside of isolation.

Once your breathing evened out, you stood up and leisurely began to talk along the shore. Soothing yourself in the only way you knew how, you began to softly sing.

“Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea. ‘Beware’ I heard him cry. His words carried upon the ocean breeze, as he sank beneath the tide.”

Namora watched acutely as the quill in her king’s hands abruptly dropped to the floor. The warrior waited for the moment he would pick it up off of the ground and continue with his painting, but it never came.

“K’uk’ulkan?”

She received no response. His eyes held an indecipherable expression, one far away from the present.

“Ka’a suku’un u?” Namora repeated, her tone now carrying concern.

The King of Talokan turned to her for a split second before he stormed out of the room with speed she had never witnessed from him before. Namora was hot on his feathered heels, but the second she dived into the water, her cousin was nowhere to be seen.

“Attuma!” She bellowed. “Ko’oten tin wéetel in kaxtik ti’ le ajawo.”

K’uk’ulkan was stunned when he first heard it – the most beautiful sound to grace his ears. He was livid with himself for being unable to find a better word to describe the voice, for “beautiful” was such an understatement that it was borderline insulting. Without hesitation, he followed it. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know where it was coming from or who it even belonged to, he needed to find it. It called to him, turned him into a man possessed as he soared through the waters restlessly to get to it.

His head broke the surface, and that’s when he saw its owner – her. His soulmate.

She was the most exquisite living being he had ever laid his eyes upon. A gift from the heavens she was. Her beauty made him dizzy, his knees growing weak as he took in his beloved’s features. He admired her as she outstretched her arms, cupping the moon in her delicate palms. It paled in comparison to her. Everything did. Nothing could possibly compare. He remained paralyzed as she continued to sing, a foreign feeling settling in his stomach.

“Why this? Why this, oh Daughter of the Sea? Why this? Why did you forget your seaside days? Always the pride of our nation’s eyes, how could she go astray?”

The words of her melody pierced his heart. They reflected their journey far too accurately to be a coincidence. Did she know that she had always been destined for him? To be loved by the entire nation of Talokan? His lids fell shut slowly as he basked in her harmonies, feeling tranquil at last.

“I heard, I heard, across the moonlit seas, the old voice warning me. Beware, beware, the Daughter of the Sea. Beware, beware…of me.”

Namor studied her face as her song ended. He noted her red rimmed eyes and wet cheeks. Her damp nightgown stuck to her body tantalizingly. The despair in her hypnotizing voice was palpable. All of the wrath and resentment he had once harbored dissipated. Oh, my love. I have longed for you too. He could do nothing as he watched you turn your back to him from above, only pray for another encounter. He rose entirely from the sea, the wings on his ankles fluttering in the air as he watched her in the sky until she was safe in her abode. A quiet splash could be heard from under him. Attuma and Namora stared up at him expectedly.

“Le ba’alo’ leti’e’.”

He nodded slowly, eyes burning holes in the spot where she once stood.

“A human?” Attuma questioned, his voice rigid.

Namor shook his head.

“’A child of Bulan with the voice of an enchantress’.” Namor quoted the prophecy directly. “Bulan was a deity the heavens sent to the ocean to protect the moon from sea monsters. She is a siren; they are descendants of Bulan.”

“What is she doing on the surface?” Namora chimed in.

The king frowned, his fists clenching at his sides as he longed to feel her touch.

“She is lost.”  

─

Returning to the beach after the unpleasant encounter with the elderly woman who lived on its grounds probably wasn’t the most sensible decision. In your defense, however, nothing in your life was sensible nowadays.

Magindara was what she called you. A whole day’s worth of research, hundreds of Google searches, and several life crises later, you found out what it meant – siren. A subspecies of mermaids that were known for being especially vicious. You wanted to badly to laugh it off, to chuck it up to her being a senile old woman, but that was not an option. To do so would be like ignoring statistics. The facts of your life were laid out clearly; there was a connection between you and the ocean. A connection so strong that it bewitched you – mind, body, and soul. There were no traceable origins you could use to refute the woman’s claims. Afterall, you had no family. There was nothing more to do than return to the very place that could give you answers.

Your eyes darted everywhere in search of the familiar head of silvery locks. Once identified, you ran to her.

“Excuse me, po?” You called desperately, your eyes begging her for something. Anything. “What…what am I?”

She stared at you with a severe expression on her aged features.

“The man from the sea with wings on his ankles. Mag ingat ka, anak. He’s coming for you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Could you expla—”

“Do not come back here.” She warned. “He will drag you down with him.”

With that being said, she entered her home and slammed the door in your face for the second time. Vexation filled you as you were met with another dead end. A man from the sea with wings on his ankles. What the hell was that alluding to? Did the elderly have to always speak in riddles? Were you in danger? Why was he after you?

You dragged your feet as you trudged home dejectedly. You were already exhausted, not sleeping a wink once you returned home after your stint last night. Sleep was unfathomable considering you were haunted by unanswered questions. Once you crossed the threshold of your bedroom, however, you could no longer ignore your body’s need for rest. Flopping down on your bed, you shut your eyes and instantaneously succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

That night was the last time you slept in your own bed.

The beach was eerily quiet, void of the usual sound of waves crashing against the shore. Seemingly, the ocean yielded to you, it’s queen, the second you stepped foot in its territory, entranced and guided by a single voice.

Come home. Come to me.

Your feet carried you to a cliff high above the sparkling midnight waters.

My love. My soulmate.

Home. You needed to come home. It was time. 

Come home.

Just a couple of more steps.

Come home.

This is your destiny. Fulfill it. Fulfill the prophecy.

Come home.

With that, you took one final step off the cliff and prepared yourself to plunder into the deep waters. Your feet were only in the air for a brief moment before a pair of strong arms caught you midair. Upon physical contact, you snapped from your trance with a sharp gasp, your heart pounding in your chest as you began to panic.

A deep, gentle voice lulled you. It was then that you finally registered who it belonged to. The being who had saved you was the epitome is beauty. Everything about him exuded regality from the air of confidence and ease he carried himself with, to the adornments on his muscular body. A large gold and jade neck plate took up the most space on his expansive chest. Ropes of auriferous shells and opalescent-like pearls hung around his neck. Gilded cuffs were locked around his biceps, wrists, and ankles. You quickly noted the alabaster wings fluttering away attached to them, the very wings responsible for suspending the both of you in the air. Your eyes trailed to his delicately pointed ears, embellished with jewels just like the rest of him. The only clothing he sported was a pair of emerald shorts that left nothing to the imagination. The walls of muscle that were his thighs were on full display, the muscles of a man built to withstand the brutality of the ocean.

This was the man the elderly woman was speaking about. The man from the sea with feathers on his ankles.

That revelation should have scared you. Every alarm in your body should have gone off.

Escaping him should have been the only thing occupying your mind. You should have kicked and screamed until your throat was raw and bloody.

But you did no such thing.

Instead, it was the way he looked at you, gazing at you with the most intense smolder in his eyes that occupied your attention. He gazed at you with pure wonder, and held you delicately yet fiercely in his arms like you were the most precious thing in the entire world. Instinctively, you placed your hands on his bare chest, mindlessly tracing the dew drops sticking to his golden skin. The beautiful man shivered beneath your touch.

“500 years I have waited for you.” He whispered reverently.

Your mouth opened, prepared for a response that never came. Instead, your vision went dark.

─

You woke up to hushed voices and heedful, diligent hands. One set of hands languidly brushed your hair away from your face. Another daintily shimmied clothing onto your body once they were finished drying you off with the velvetiest cloth to ever touch your skin. The last set secured what you assumed was jewelry onto your wrists, neck, and ears. Upon opening your eyes, your assumption was correct. The dress on your body was stunning, embroidered with hundreds of crystalline beads. The jewels on your wrists alone were probably worth more than what you had made in your entire life.

The women who stood above you were unlike you had ever seen before. Their skin was a brilliant shade of cerulean. Vibrant, yet pleasantly understated. Masks covered their mouths and noses, but you could still see the bright smiles behind them.

“Hello,” You greeted shyly. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Each of them let out a small cry, their eyes welling up with tears as they bowed earnestly.

“Bienvenido tin wotoch ti’, in reina.” They spoke warmly in unison, forming a gesture with their hands at you respectfully. Their mother tongue was foreign to you, but not for long. As if you had spoken it your entire life, your mind made quick work of interpreting it.

Welcome home, my queen.

Once again, you were puzzled. You had no idea where you were or who exactly that man was and why he had taken you here. You obviously hadn’t a single inkling as to what he meant by “500 years I have waited for you”. Now, these women were calling you their queen in a language you had never heard your entire life but somehow had the ability to understand perfectly.

The sound of feet pattering lightly gradually got closer and closer until the man of the hour stood before you at the foot of the bed. The women attending to you immediately turned their attention to him, bowing and forming the same hand gesture you had seen moments ago. He looked just as regal still, now adorned in a cape tucked into golden plates of armor on his shoulders. He regarded them gratefully.

“Leave us, my children. Thank you.”

They bowed to you both once more before swiftly making themselves haste. You now had his undivided attention.

“I hope you slept well. The healers said showed signs of exhaustion.”

“I—” You cleared your throat nervously. “I did, thank you.”

The barest hint of a smile graced his features. With graceful and controlled movements, he poured water into a glass and handed it to you.

“Do not be nervous.” He spoke lowly. “Speak freely.”

“Thank you.” You squeaked out again, taking a generous gulp of water before speaking again. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“My people call me K’uk’ulkan. To my enemies, I am Namor. You are in our kingdom – Talokan.”

The water got caught in your throat mid swallow, causing you to cough obnoxiously. The man who you now knew as K’uk’ulkan, discreetly smiled to himself as if this was a reaction he had anticipated. Before you could blurt out another string of questions, he held his hand out to you.

“Come. I will remedy all of your concerns.”

As if you had done so a million times, you placed your hand in his and stood by his side. Namor lead the both of you through a series of corridors. Your eyes took in your surroundings with pure astonishment. Cavern seemed to be a secluded corner for the king, crystal waters surrounding its premises. Bits of glittery minerals were embedded into the sediment walls. An air of serenity blanketed the entire area.

From the corner of his eye, Namor gaged your reactions, his heart so full of unfiltered adoration that it felt like it would explode in his chest. His hand was still tightly clutched in yours like it was second nature. Subconsciously, you had drawn your body closer to his. He was a meticulous man of control and strategy, but at that very moment, K’uk’ulkan wanted nothing more than to take you into his arms and kiss you breathlessly. The moment was cut short when you reached his study. He offered you a seat at his desk, drawing the door shut behind him for privacy. It didn’t take long for you to deduce that the murals painted on the walls were ones depicting the history of Talokan.

“Centuries ago, my people took an herb that allowed them to survive underwater. The herb was infused with vibranium. We are the only nation aside from Wakanda to possess it.” He began, his hands tracing over a painting of a beautiful woman cradling an infant. “My mother was pregnant with me when she ingested it. That is why I am the way I am – why I am the only one out of my people that can survive on both land and underwater, fly, and age slower than the rest. For this, they made me their king. Their god.”

You listened intently, fascinated by the discovery that they had remained a secret for this long.

“There was a prophecy made shortly after my birth. The gods promised me a soulmate.”

Turning around to face you, he bore his soul to yours through his eyes as he read the prophecy to you. With each word that fell from his lips, the world around you spun quicker and quicker. It made sense. It all made sense.

“I gave up on the idea of the prophecy coming true as time passed. In yakunaj, when you have lived as long as I have, seen as much as I have, happy endings are nothing but meaningless fallacies. But then, that night came…the night I heard you sing for the first time.”

He approached you slowly, cautiously like a wild animal that would take flight if startled by any sudden movements. What happened next made your eyes fill with tears; he knelt before you. This man – a king, a god – surrendered to you with no hesitation.

“I have finally found you…” He breathed, his orbs shining with devotion. “You are home. Why do you think you have no family? No one to trace your roots back to? You were made for me. Mine.”

Your face fell in between the palms of your hands as you wept. Quickly, your hands were replaced by his. He held your face in his hands like he was holding the entire world, the pads of his thumbs gently brushing away your tears.

“Why the tears, my love?”

You shook your head, placing your hands on top of his. The spark you felt every time the two of you touched could no longer be ignored.

“Why did they just now bring us together?” You cried. “We’ve both been alone for all this time, how could they not do something about it!”

“Shhh,” Namor cooed. “You think I have not been angry with them, my sweet? I have held myself back from tearing their skies and oceans apart just to find you. But what I feel for you right now in this very moment? That feeling will always win.”

The both of you said nothing more, for there was nothing that needed to be said. Your long lost love held you in his arms as you liberated yourself from what felt like decades of anguish. His grip never faltered even as you gripped his flesh hard enough to draw blood. Instead, he soothingly rocked you as he recounted the stories of his people’s origins. Talokan was a clandestine national treasure, one of the only things on the earth that had not been bastardized. That was all the doing of this wonderful being who had been promised to you.

“They were wrong about you. Your name.” You whispered. “You’re not without love, quite the opposite actually. The actions you have taken, the lengths you have gone to protect your people and your home, are ones of a man consumed with nothing but love. You can see it in how happy they are.”

With cautious hands, you caressed his cheeks. He preened against your touch, melting right into your palms. The world would never see the stoic warrior king falter, but already, you had him firmly wound around your finger. He could sit there for hours soaking in your ardor.

“Our home. Our people.” Namor corrected. “They can’t wait to meet you.”

Lovingly, he pressed his forehead to yours, nudging the tip of your nose with his.

“Are you ready to meet them?”

He observed endearingly as your eyes widened as large as flying saucers as you nodded overzealously, a giggle tumbling from your lips. K’uk’ulkan noted once more how full of love he felt. He wondered if this was what your lives together would consist of, overcome with all of the possibilities. Was adoring you more than he did in this moment even conceivable? When your smile faltered slightly, worry filled him.

“I’ve never seen…myself.”

“I am honored to be the first to see your true form.”

The two of you stood, walking hand in hand out of his personal study and to the outermost cove surrounded with the most water. Inhaling shakily, you eyed what awaited below you with apprehension. You were not human, far from it, and yet it felt as if you and your true form were worlds apart. Namor was silent. He knew this was something you needed to do alone. The only form of assurance offered to you was a look of encouragement.

Slowly, you dipped one foot into the water and allowed the other to follow. Keeping your eyes closed, you focused on your heart rate as your body adroitly descended into the abyss of the sea. You could have easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for a tingly sensation disrupting your peace. It started small, gradually winding around you until all at once, currents of electricity bolted through your limbs. Instinctively, your lungs expanded, and you took your first gulp of air underwater. You ripped your eyes open in bewilderment when you didn’t choke on water. The clear-cut view you had of your surroundings despite no sources of light being near further consolidated your shock. A noise akin to a squeak and gasp escaped your lips and before you knew it, you were cutting through the waters with newfound ease until your head broke the surface.

Namor would have given everything to his name to capture the sight before him. There you were, beaming at him with unrivaled radiance. He stopped breathing when you lifted your tail out of the water. Just when he thought you could not be any more magnificent than you already were, you defied his expectations. The scales covering the muscle were a range of shades of lapis lazuli, emerald, and gold. Towards the tips of your forked fin, they all blended into a rich shade of dark indigo. Your torso was bare but hidden behind your locks as they cascaded over your breasts. Namor could have gawked at you for hours if it weren’t for you playfully flicking water at his face. He felt light and dream-like as your melodious laughter echoed through the cavern. He decided then and there that your laughter was his favorite song. The scowl permanently etched onto his face fell. In its place, a smile so wide it hurt spawned. For the first time in centuries, he laughed so hard his abdomen hurt.

Powerless to his desires, he dove into the water after you, finding shelter in your embrace once more. Intuitively, your tail curled around one of his legs. He submerged the two of you back into the water and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours. Skin to skin, naked chests were tightly pressed against each other, your arms locked around his neck as your mouths feverishly meshed against one another. A barely audible moan slipped from your mouth right into his as his tongue pushed passed your lips. Namor voiced his pleasure with a low rumble from his chest. Pathetically, you could cry again right then and there. How could you have gone without this your whole life?

A loud clearing of the throat caused you both to cease your ministrations. Namor was anything but sorry as he pulled away with the softest expression you had seen on his face thus far. He regarded the two individuals standing in front of you – a hulking man with long inky tresses and an ornate headpiece resembling the skull of a hammerhead shark and a fierce looking woman with a feathered lionfish-esque headdress. Though both clearly high up in the royal ranks with a cutthroat reputation to uphold, they studied you and Namor with mischief.

“K’uk’alkan, they are waiting for her.” The man spoke.

“You might want to put this on before you go.” Spoke the woman, pulling an opulent bra top from behind her back and extending it towards you.

The state of undress you were in hit you like a bus. Your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, your lover pressing a tender kiss to your heated cheek. Tactfully, he maneuvered you away from the eyes of the warrior you now knew was Attuma. The woman, his cousin and second in command named Namora, expertly laced you into the garment.

“That was so embarrassing,” You mumbled to yourself once your modesty was secured.

Namor cracked a hint of a smirk.

“Attuma and my cousin expected nothing less from us. Now, shall we?”

─

Talokan was a magnificent sight. The agriculture was impressive, the vibranium rich soil working wonders for the crops. Sea creatures from colossal sized sea turtles, lengthy luminescent jellyfish of different colors, lively fish, and enormous whales to start were one with the Talokanil, peacefully existing with one another. The treatment you received from everyone was something you would never get used to. Despite not knowing you, they acknowledged you as if they had known you their entire lives. K reina perdida they called you with earnest smiles and misty eyes. Our lost queen.

But you were no longer lost.

It was evident in the way the orcas sang with you as you glided through the waters, seemingly understanding you in a way no one else could. Namor’s soul was finally content after seeing you swim freely, laughing so hard your stomach hurt as a couple of toddlers crawled around on your tail. His people loved you. Just as he thought they would. And you fit right in just as you were meant to. With further exploration of your physiology, the two of you discovered that like Namor, you could survive both underwater and on the surface, donning a set of legs seamlessly upon contact with land. Your strength, speed, and agility matched up perfectly with his. For hours, he chased you through the ocean, the both of you weaving in and out between walls of coral and tall beds of seaweed with dexterity. You truly were made for him.

A week later, you were officially crowned their queen. You and Namor ended the celebration with an intimate wedding ceremony in the cavern. After years of going without each other, neither of you had the patience to wait for a union on a grander scale. You both were enough – you would always be enough. And as he laid your bare body across the bed he occupied by himself for half a millennium, he was confident in that conviction.

You felt dizzy as he pressed his hard bulge against your core. The most heavenly noise to grace your ears came out of your now husband when you raised your hips to grind against it. Your hands liberally roamed his chest, now stripped of his jewels, before slithering to his robust back. Your nails drew tiny half moons as they dug into his flesh when his lips made their way to the column of your neck. The decorum of countenance he upheld was nowhere to be found as he ravaged your breasts with his mouth, lightly tugging your erect nipple between his teeth before he began to suckle. You cried out pathetically. His lips twitched, umber orbs now staring up at you with lust.

“You are so noisy for me,” He purred. “I have not even touched the most sensitive parts of your body yet.”

“Please,” You breathed. “Please, I need you,”

Namor made his way down your body, leaving no part of you untouched by his lips. Deftly, he gripped your thighs and place both of your legs over his shoulders. Gently, he kissed your dripping core.

“You have me, my love. Always.” 

His mouth took you straight to heaven. He devoured you like a man starved, tongue flicking your nub of nerves tirelessly with precision. Your thighs were already trembling, but he had just gotten started. Your orgasm crept up on you, the strongest one you had ever experienced. It left you heaving with your back arched off of the bed, unable to do anything besides chant his name like a mantra. But your beloved’s ministrations did not cease. He continued working at your core, now swollen and glistening from your juices and his spit. The second orgasm built up slowly, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each time he sucked your clit. The final straw was when you noticed his hips gyrating. He was pleasuring himself while pleasuring you. This time when you came on your lover’s tongue, no words or sounds were able to slip passed your mouth. You were quite literally speechless.

With a satisfied moan, he lapped up the rest of your arousal, cooing to you as you quivered and whimpered from hypersensitivity. His scorching body covered yours once more, his lips familiarizing themselves with yours. Namor held you tightly against him, whispering sweet nothings against your lips as you steadied your breathing. It wasn’t long before you felt the head of his cock prodding your entrance. Gripping your face firmly, he forced your eyes open. The frenzied look in his eyes as he languidly sunk into you alone could have made you come for the third time that night. But alas, the universe was on your side. Instead, you savored that moment – the feeling of him. Every inch, every vein, ingrained into your memories for as long as you shall live.

“You feel incredible.” Namor panted, now beginning to steadily thrust. “You truly were made for me.”

You could only respond with wanton cries, too consumed with desire. The king began to piston in and out of you until he was fully pounding you into your marital bed.

“Namor!”

He grunted into your ear, pulling out of you for a brief moment to flip you onto your stomach. He plunged back into you and picked up right where he left off. This time, however, he was brutal with the punctuality of his thrusts.

“Am I your enemy, wife?” He taunted. “Are you even worthy of any mercy I have to spare?”

At this point, you could not even recognize the sounds you were making. They were debauched. Depraved. Combined with rhythmic percussion of skin against skin and the squelch of your wet cunt each time Namor entered you, the song you two orchestrated was one only for the lecherous.

“K’uk’ulkan,” You barely managed to murmur. “I’m s-so close, you make me feel so good,”

He hummed satisfactorily, driving into you even faster.

“You are, aren’t you, my sweet? That’s it, sing for me. Take my seed. Carry my children.”

“Please!” You screamed as your walls convulsed around his cock. Please come in me,”

With a shout and one final thrust, he released in you. Rope after rope, he filled you with his cum with proclamations of everlasting love on the tip of his tongue. His cock remained nestled deep within you as you both descended from your highs, keeping his spent from spilling. He shuddered at the image of you round and radiant carrying his child and just like that, he was hardening inside you once more. As you lay there, thoroughly cock drunk, he began to pull out of you and slowly push back in. This time, he was tender and gentle, unhurriedly focused on taking you apart for one final time that night. The two of you had centuries left together. There was no need to rush. Then again, Namor could live another 500 years with you by his side and still feel like it was not enough. He needed you forever, and then some.

“I love you,” He whispered against the blade of your shoulder. “You are everything.”

The next morning you would wake to the sight of your husband painting a new mural. One of a beautiful woman with the upper body of a human, and the lower body of a fish. By her side, a man with ears that pointed to the skies and wings on his ankles, their eyes locked and hands intertwined.

The beginning of your story.

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Perfect Match

K'uk'ulkan x Reader

Requested by @namorkawaiiwife​​

Warnings: smut, slight size kink, PinV sex

Often you didn't understand what he was saying. You knew they were words of love and affection, judging by the way his eyes shined when he said them.

You couldn't understand, yet it always made you weak.

K'uk'ulkan was a very handsome and muscular man.

He always made you feel tiny against him. And he absolutely loved to hold your smaller figure with his.

One would call it size-kink. 

K'uk'ulkan would call it adorable. 

You were his small little surface dweller. No, you were his small little love.

He would whisper sweet things into your ears, in the beginning, you didn't ask, but lately, it had been bothering you.

So, as his gorgeous lips ran down your neck, his voice reaching your ears, you finally had the courage to ask.

"What does that mean?"

He wanted to laugh at you, at how absolutely gorgeous you were.

"My Queen." he replied and you swore if he wasn't holding you, you would have fallen.

He held you in waist-deep water.

You were enjoying the calm weather when he decided to go and find you. He emerged from the water like the God he is, taking your breath away, making you run into his arms as he began to kiss you.

"You always call me such sweet things, I can tell but I never understand them, Mi Amor." he smiled as you felt his hands run up your back, pulling you closer, your hands met with his chest piece as he smirked.

"You are my sweetest little gem. Back in my home, I have painted you on my wall, the gorgeous woman that you are."

Now, you were really impressed, any other man these days would just ask for a nude, but he freacking painted it!

"You always look at me with such beautiful eyes. Taking my breath away each time, My Queen."

"Mi Amor..." he once again moved to your neck, leaving his marks behind. "Please make love to me." you begged and soon you felt him remove your clothing.

Soon, you found yourself leaning against a rock as his mouth played with your nipple.

Your fingers were in his glorious hair as you pulled on the strands. You were thankful that no one was around you two. You moaned so loud, you were almost embarrassed about it. 

Then his lips began to move further down.

You often forgot how strong he was, but you were soon reminded when he easily put your legs around his shoulders as he wasted no time drinking up your juices. You almost screamed when his tongue met your dripping pussy.

K'uk'ulkan was always a giver, but you had enough of his teasing.

"Mi Amor, please. I need you inside of me." you begged when he pulled away. Grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him up to meet your lips. You tasted yourself on him and it drove you wild.

"My Beautiful Goddess, who am I to say no to such a request?" and as he put his arms next to you, once again he was reminded about your smaller frame, something that immediately sent him into a darker mindset.

You guided his cock inside you as he began to sink in. Both of you let out a moan at the feeling. 

You felt him reach your deepest point as you felt his balls hit against your skin. It was truly a magnificent feeling.

Knowing that you are able to take him all, feeling every inch he can give. 

You slightly moved your hips, making him begin his thrusts. 

K'uk'ulkan was a giver, that you knew already, and what an absolutely amazing man he was.

He had a way of moving his hips, thrusting just a little upward, making you see stars as you dipped your head back and arched your back, making your nipples meet with his.

You felt him smile into your neck as he began to kiss your skin, not ready to let go of it unless he is assured tomorrow every single mark can be seen.

"My Love," he would whisper into your ear, making you look at him, your eyes looking into his gorgeous ones as his movements continue. He would never stop, never slow down or speed up. He was a man of sheer fucking will. And he knew just how to make you cum.

As he continued to fuck into you, his eyes staring into your soul, you reached up to pull him in for a breathtaking kiss.

"Faster, please." you begged. You swore you could almost hear him purr into your ear as he began to move faster, deeper. 

It would always start off soft and slow and as you would begin to lose your mind, he would end up possibly nailing you into any surface.

And you were more than okay with that. You wanted him, you needed him, deeper, faster, and more.

And he would always give it to you. 

K'uk'ulkan would be careful always, making sure his strength doesn't hurt you, while still fulfilling both of your wishes.

He would often look down, seeing himself disappearing into your tight wetness, it would be another reason for him to keep going.

He would hold your waist, not letting you move as he would begin his deeper and rougher thrusts. 

At that point, you would lose your mind as you could hear yourself be incredibly wet. 

"My Queen, will you come for me?" he asked and all you could do was nod. "Look at you, being fucked so good, you can't even talk." he would smirk but never stop. He would never deny you pleasure.

"K'uk'ulkan." you moan as you would start to feel your end near. "Please don't stop, I'm so close." you knew he wouldn't but you also knew he liked to hear you beg. 

He would groan into your neck as his hands would grab the back of your knees, moving himself up just a little as he would pound you. Deeper, harder and faster than before.

He would feel your smaller body slightly shake against his as you would come. Taking him with you to your high, he would come deep inside you, you would feel him filling you up. He would bite down on your shoulder, the pain and pleasure mixing as you would slowly come down from your high.

Letting out deep breaths, trying to come back to reality.

He would move back, never pulling out of you as he would pull you with him, deeper into the water.

He would place soft kisses on your skin.

"My Love, my beautiful little Queen." he would whisper before he would switch back to his native tongue. 

Yes, you were his Gorgeous Little Queen and he was your Handsome God.

It was a perfect match.

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𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.4

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few days

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IT WAS NOW EVENING, the sun dipping below the horizon kissing the ocean goodbye, the sky a purplish-orange color adorn with a few grey clouds as Huracan and you were still outside enjoying the last bits of the day before it was time to go back in.

You had came to term with the fact that Huracan staying with you was only going to be momentarily. You grew attached to the child due to the loneliness that you felt from staying by herself for months in isolation, away from others due to your health issues.

You wondered if Huracan was also lonely and just wanted some company but your mind now questioning if Huracan has a family, what if they are waiting for him? Worried about him and in search of him, thinking of the worst things that could have happened to him. This left you to ruminate over

your thoughts as your gaze fall on the sky, that is becoming darker and darker.

There was thunder clouds looming above you due to the hot weather you experienced today, the clouds were forming and becoming aggravated with each second that passed by— this alarming you as you walk back to the tidal pool to retrieve Huracan and putting a stop to your fleeting thoughts.

"C'mon, Hura. We need to get back in." You say, watching as the boy breaks through the surface of the water— eyes sparkling with life as he listens to you instantly, emerging from the pool only to latch onto your arm, his skin turning back into a shade of blue as you both walk home.

The rain came down. It suddenly came down heavy causing you to gasp in shock when the harsh rain pelted down onto you, you turn towards Huracan to notice that he had his eyes closed— enjoying the rain water that got soaked into his skin while you on the other hand felt a shiver tingling down your spine even though the air was warm.

Knowing that if you had to stay in the rain for way too long— you would definitely get sick but watching the boy enjoy the fresh water that falls onto him , you decided to wait a few minutes because seeing his face brighten up from just the simple feeling of rain water against his skin made you realize that the simple things in life is what makes living much better, it made you feel at ease with yourself.

A bright flash of purple and then a loud crackling noise followed by a hiss came from above you and Huracan shocks you at the loud noise and the thunderstorm that has finally brewed up, the rain became even heavier causing your heart to beat faster.

"Let's get back inside, we don't want to become fried fish today." You say, laughing at your lame excuse of a joke which Huracan didn't understand fully but he did understand that you wanted to go back inside from the way your body had stiffened slightly.

He was about to agree but then the sight of a shiny, shell that was a bit closer to the ocean water grabs his attention— he wanted to get that shell so that he could give it to you, forgetting that you wanted to go back in as he leaves your side, alarming you as he runs down the bank to go and retrieve the shell.

"Huracan!" You shout out alarmed, the rain pelting down heavily, the sky above you becoming dark— the only source of light now coming from the lighting that viciously flashed from above and the few outside lights from your house.

You slide down the steep slope to get to the boy only for your flip-flop to get stuck into something and in turn crashing into the youngster causing him to also fall and let out a small yelp.

"oh gosh, Hura! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, you moved to his side to see that you had slightly bruised his knee cap, crimson escaping from the bruise as guilt consumes you from being so unconscious and not watching where you walked.

Huracan didn't feel much pain from the small bruise, he was about to tell you it's okay but you tore a small part of your shirt to help stop the bleeding. A small amount of blood covered your finger tips when you wrapped the small piece of cloth around his tiny knee cap, tightening the cloth around it.

A throbbing feeling around your ankle became prominent as you gazes down at your leg, to find that you had slightly twisted your ankle due to your flip-flop getting stuck onto something— that being the whole reason you slipped.

A small cry leaves from your parted lips, the thunderstorm viciously going on above them as the rain fell down. Your body was drenched in rain water, making you shiver adding more to the pain you felt in your ankle.

"Y-Y/N!" the young child cried out grasping onto your shoulders, he gazed at you to find that tears were also trailing down your cheeks with the rain water, your hands covered in wet sea sand and dabs of blood.

This made tears to form in Huracan's eyes, he was now scared and worried about you, the person that took care of him like he was their own child— he didn't know what to do to help you, making him feel even more worried and scared as the thunder flashed and rumbled.

Your body that trembled suddenly went stiff, your blood running cold— you felt like you and Huracan were being watched.

You were right.

The sound of something fluttering, similar to the sound of a rattle snake mingled with the harsh noises of the rain, lightning and the waves that crashed close by.

The fluttering sound stops , it suddenly goes eeirely quite, Huracan's whimpers go silent and before you could comprehend whether you was just feeling paranoid —something grasped the collar of the shirt you wore and pulled you harshly away from Huracan, throwing you to the other side away from him.

You heard Huracan scream your name out, your body feeling extremly numb, the world around you spinning while terror sunk into every firbe of your being.

Your neck twists to the side to see what had thrown you so viciously away from Huracan, fear laminating in your eyes, your gaze being met with the tip of a sharp spear, your body flinching away from it in terror but it was now pressed against the side of your neck in a threatening manner to slice your head off clean.

The lightning struck again, giving you a better vision of what was being hostile towards you , your eyes widening when your gaze falls on a man— his entire being radiate regality from the way his body oozed confidence to the jewelry that was adorn upon him. His chest covered in some sort of metal that was beautiful crafted, the same type of metal also adorning his biceps and wrists.

She also noticed that he had pointed ears, adorn with jewels just like the rest of him.

You shakily raise your hands, to say you was no threat or harm but this act seemed to make the man even more infuriated when he spotted dabs of blood smeared on your finger tips and then seeing blood around the area where Huracan was.

"How dare you take my son away and harm him?"

Shit. Was the first thought that came to your mind, you was right, Huracan did have someone to go back to— your thoughts being cut short when the cold tip of the spear pressed even closer to your neck that you could feel the pressure tearing slightly into your skin.

Your words were stuck in your throat from fear, you couldn't formulate a response except for a shaky breath to escape past your lips, your body trembling from pain and fear.

Due to your lack of response that made the King even more agitated, his spear was about to press into the side of your neck but tiny hands wrapped around his arm, holding it in place before he could slash at you.

"Father, please don't!" the young child cried out in his own language, this alerting the king who turns towards his son— the furious look that had adorn his face moments ago was replaced by one that was filled with worry.

"Huracan, my child. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?" his voice venomous when he says the word it , you didn't understand what they were saying but from the side glare the man had passed to you, you knew he had said something about you.

"No! Do not bring harm to y/n, she had saved me! Please do not harm her, she didn't do anything wrong. If you want to punish someone, father— it should be me, I should have never left Talokan." The boy sobs out, hearing Huracan's broken voice made your chest hurt— your eyes squeezing shut to prevent any tears from escaping as everything around you started to spin, the world around you becoming blurry as all the pain you felt physically and emotionally became blunt.

Your vision being filled with black dots that became larger until your eyes closed completely, body slumping into the sand— the fear you felt along with the pain made you fall unconscious this grabbing Huracan's attention, the boy letting go of his father's arm to rush towards you.

A cry leaves past his parted lips, his hands reached out to hug your cold body against his.

"Look what you have done, father. You killed her!" The boy says inbetween sobs, you was far from dead but to Huracan seeing your still body, no warm smile on your face and your eyes that twinkled with care and affection was no longer there— you looked dead to him.

K'uk'ulkan looked down at you. His son held onto you so gently, the rain easing down — the thunderstorm slowly clearing up.

"Hura.. she's not dead." The king says while his inner voice says  'well not yet'. He didn't trust you, this human but the way his son held onto you like his own life depended on you— he could not just kill you after he found out you had saved his son.

"You have to help her then or else I'll hate you forever." Huracan suddenly spat out— eyes shining bright with anger and saddness, his words stung K'uk'ulkan , his heart aching at the words his son spewed at him. An expression of hurt forms on K'uk'ulkan's face, a soft sigh leaving past his lips.

He glances down at your unconscious form that laid on the sand, his son's words floating around in his mind. He bends down towards you, taking in your features— noticing your skin has gotten paler and your ankle was swelling.

He was not keen on helping you, a surface dweller, he had hate for these disparage creatures but seeing how his son has become attached to you, clinging. He couldn't just kill you.

With one last glance towards your unconscious body, he looks back towards the raging ocean as he signals for Namora to come to him. He turns away and looks down at his son, his heart softening when he sees the tears on his cheeks as he sighs lightly.

'I'm only doing this for you my child.'

PART 5

[feasibilities]

Headcanons about Namor- 18+ 𓆙

Warnings: Auralism (fetish for sounds), Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Group Sex (different genders), Aphrodisiac Foods, Breeding Kink, Masturbation, Slight Degradation, Nipple Play, Hair-Pulling, etc.

Author's Note: I told y'all that I was gonna go all out for Namor. He's nasty as hell. Sorry, not sorry. Enjoy! 😇

𓆙 Your relationship with Namor was fascinating. You were a siren of Talokan who caught his eye (ear, technically) while he was making his daily rounds. To your surprise, he asked you to live at his palace.

𓆙 He took to you almost immediately. Working as one of his sirens was a delight. He complimented your voice constantly & always asked you to sing.

𓆙 You noticed that he always offered you aphrodisiacs like Chocolate, Avocados, and Pomegranates. You pretended that you didn't see him watching you eat.

𓆙 The juice of the fruits dripped down your chin. It turned him on.

𓆙 You spend your nights admiring the decor until the sounds of the ocean lull you to sleep. You often slept nude.

𓆙 One night, you had a wet dream about Namor. In the dream, you were riding him on his throne overlooking Talokan. Your moans harmonized with his. He had a vice grip on your hips. You awoke when you orgasmed in the dream.

𓆙 You feverishly reached down & started fingering yourself. Wet sounds echoed through your room. You covered your mouth to muffle your moans.

𓆙 Covering your mouth meant nothing as Namor heard you grunting in your sleep & came to check on you. He stood in the doorway and watched you obliviously fuck yourself.

𓆙 Namor’s hearing was extremely sensitive. He could hear the most minute sounds of surrounding marine life. He could even hear the movement of tectonic plates below the ocean floor.

𓆙 Sounds of pleasure were his favorite. He could hear how someone's heartbeat flutters as they orgasm. Moans, labored breathing, wet noises, skin hitting skin--just to name a few.

𓆙 As you approached your climax, he watched you unravel. You stopped muffling your moans. Your breasts heaved. Your legs shook as arousal spilled out of your entrance.

𓆙 Namor walked to your bed and leaned over you. He kissed you with wild abandon. You were startled, but you kissed him back. He pulled away and peered into your eyes. He asked you Jach éek'. Yéetel máax soñabas, yaakunaj. (You're so filthy. Who were you dreaming about, love?) You said Táan u betik wéetel, K'uk'ulkan. (I was dreaming about you, K'uk'ulkan.)

𓆙 He brushed his fingers against your entrance, arousal coating his index & middle. He sucked them off and used them to toy with your nipple. You moaned in bliss.

𓆙 Ko'oten tin wéetel. Yaanten ba'ax we'esik ti' teech. (Come with me. I have something to show you.) You hastily slid on a backless gown and followed behind him.

𓆙 He took you to his cave where 6 people (3 men and 3 women) were having an orgy. He enjoyed the shock on your face.

𓆙 For hours on end, all 6 people ravaged you. Feeling that many different hands overwhelmed your senses. Your screams of pleasure filled the beautiful space. Namor watched on, touching himself occasionally.

𓆙 Once they were finished, Namor laid you on a stone stab. He slowly stripped off all his clothing, only leaving his arm braces on. Everyone watched him intently.

𓆙 With due respect to your new suitors, Namor was miles ahead of them. He was fucking you so good that you went in and out of consciousness. He contorted your body in all types of positions. He managed to hit your g-spot in every position.

𓆙 He kept encouraging you to be vocal. A harmonious song of splendor was created by both of you. You clung to him desperately. Your suitors sang your praises.

𓆙 When he was getting close, he put you in the mating press position. He pulled your hair back so you couldn't leave his gaze. Ko'oten wo'osal. Ka'ach a paalal míos. (Come for me. You will bear my children.)

𓆙 His thrusts were bullish and careless. You felt like the air was being knocked fucked out of your lungs. The only sounds that could escape your mouth were pants. Tears of satisfaction rolled down your cheeks.

𓆙 At last, you felt him fill you up with one last thrust. You praised him. Je'el in Ajaw. Ya'ab in tia'al tu láakal. (Yes, my king, I'm all yours). His groan shook the entire cave and thrilled your suitors. He watched his seed drip out of you.

𓆙 Although hedonistic, Namor secretly loved having you & many others at his disposal. He knew their devotion to him was permanent. You were looking forward to bearing the children of the Feather Serpent God, especially if conception began like this.

[thegreatestsandwich]

hello may i request real world reader gets sent to black panther universe she has the same ability like poison ivy and Aquaman or dream of the endless whichever power you want to give her. but instead of going to black panther universe it's an alternate universe of black panther where the characters are dark and obsessive over her. but in the end it's Namor that gets her. may i have smut as well, if you don't write smut i'll understand, sorry if this is allot.

thank you.

Darling I’m a nightmare dress like a daydream (Namor x Poison Ivy!reader)

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Pairing: Namor x Poison Ivy!reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: One moment you were in Arkaham Asylumm, the next one you were in a cave, underwated, with an almost naked man threatning you.

Warning: SMUT and a really obsessed Namor with your powers

A/N: So, I think I read this request wrong...I'm so so so sorry

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were carefully examining the walls that surrounded you, your hands touching the smooth yet harsh surface with intrigue. You tried your hardest to understand what was happening, just a few hours ago, you were in Arkaham Asylum, your home for some years, living the same routine day after day. The darkness surrounded you, cutting you away from photosynthesis, cutting away your life.

Your skin was pale and without life, the beautiful green that covered your skin was completely gone. You almost gave up if it wasn’t for Harley Quinn, who broke into that goddamned prison and destroy your captivity and help -dragged- you away from this hell. You couldn’t be more grateful for her. She helped you emerge from that darkness and as you fell to your knees, completely overwhelmed with the rawness that your adored babies gave you as a welcome didn’t even feel something exploded at your back.

You felt the pain and the blackness once again, but being reborn into this magnificent being, you were grateful that your body could adapt to any new situation. And when you woke up, completely confused and disoriented, you could feel the vibrations of something other that wasn’t your plants. This wasn’t your Earth. This Earth was colder and harsher. Your fingers could feel it as you dragged them across a few flowers you had found. They reacted to your touch, but it was colder. You huffed in annoyance at the insolence these plants were giving you.

 The following moments were key, you needed to figure out how to escape whatever this new hell was, to feel the sun once again, but your disappointment was clear as the only way out you manage to find was through some unknown kilometers of water.

“Ma' perteneces waye'.” A voice startled you, making you turn to the source. Your eyes became wary and the need to protect yourself and the plants that surrounded you on this cave. “Núukik, máax teech teech?”

“You speak of a language unknown to myself.” You half-smiled. Admiring how his tan skin was glowing, despite how dark it was. “And yet, I could still feel the harshness of your words.”

“You are trespassing, stranger.” He said, his shoulders tense. “Who are you.” His spear was pointing at you but you just arch your brow, not really scared of his actions.

“Strange, I had thought my name was widely known by now even after Batman stopped my spores to help Gotham.” You played with the ends of your hair, finally convincing these plants to aid you if a battle was about to happened. “But if not, Dr. (Y/N) (L/N).” You held out your hand, the stranger’s dark eyes stared at the greenish tint on them. “Better known as Poison Ivy, pleasure.” You took a step forward.

You were loving this, his body was releasing a few pheromones that made you want to touch him.

His spear raised, pointing between your eyes, you couldn’t help but grin at the audacity. “Do not step closer.” He spat.

“I gave you my name, gorgeous.” You smiled, shrugging. “You should give me yours.”

The man stared at you for a moment. “You may call me Namor.”

You frowned at the name, trying to located inside of your memories, you were sure you knew how many of those stupid Justice Leagues were out there and even the villains, you knew them, but who was he?

“Pleasure but I cannot seem to remember you from Gotham City, perhaps you are from Metropolis?”

“I do not know what those places are…how did you manage to dive to the bottom of the ocean? How did you enter?” He pressed those questions.

“I’m sorry, did you just said bottom of the ocean?” you emphasized the last word, Namor nodded wordlessly. “You are telling me that somehow I ended up here…not only on the ocean but in the bottom of it?!” Before he could get a word in, you turned around, your hands raising a little, forcing all the flowers, vines and apparently seaweed get closer to you. “Explain.” You demanded and stayed quiet as these babies told you everything you needed to know.

Namor gently put down his spear, watching you in confusion as you apparently were talking to the plants. “Do you…understand them?” He asked in amazement.  You turned around and examined him but didn’t answer his question. He stared at you before offering you his hand. You stared at it. “I apologize for the rude welcoming…We had some unpleasant visitors who threatened the safety of my people.”

“Threatened?” You questioned him. “In what way?”

Namor closed his eyes and you could see how his mouth began twitching in frustration. “The surface-dwellers are trying hard to find us, find our resources to use them with greed.”

You stared at him. Your hand softly caressing one of the flowers. “I know, they attacked your people…they told me.” You softly said. “They even destroyed a few of your plants. I can feel their pain.”

Namor took a step closer, his hand touching the same flower as you. “You are welcome to stay as long as you don’t hurt my people.”

With time you began noticing how his people became more accustom with you, some of the children even went as far as giving you a few of the plants their mothers cultivated underwater. But a part of yourself truly noticed how Namor warmed with your presence, often staying a bit with you when you ate or at night when you went to sleep.

Those actions became different when he began tracing the softness of your skin with his hands, often leaving you desired him each time.

But everything change when he came back after an expedition to the surface. He was angry and frustrated.

Your eyes watched his every move, you couldn’t help but to bit your lower lip as a few drops of water began trailing down his glorious, tanned chest. You were in heaven or well, you were practically somewhere down the fucking ocean. You didn’t care.

He was so warm beneath you, his hands molding perfectly against your tights, holding you in place but giving you the chance to do whatever you wanted to him, you smiled as you leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, Namor chasing yours when you didn’t give him a proper kiss. Your hands went to his hair, soft, wet, silky, perfection.

Namor sat down, his hands stroking your back until they reached your hips, moving them ‘til you were placed above his hardening cock. He could feel your arousal passing through the soft and delicate material of the dress he had given you. His hands skimmed over your hips, sliding down again towards the curve of your ass, pressing you against him once again, rolling your hips against his.

You began kissing alongside his jaw, stopping a few times to bit him gently making him grunt every time you did that, at every grunt he gave you, your cunt clenched with need. You became in love with his sounds, from the small hitches in his breath to the soft grunts and the occasional moan.

Namor’s hands quickly grabbed the bottom of your dress, tugging it upward. “My beautiful ivy.” He whispered against your breasts. “I want to see you, would you let me?”

You nodded wordlessly, quickly raising your hands, helping him take off your dress, you didn’t hesitate and his hungry gaze watched you, one of his fingers traced the softness of your skin.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, his hands gripping at your waist, flipping you easily so he could be on top, his lips traced your breast, your stomach, kissing it softly. “My beautiful, beautiful ivy, only mine.” His hands cup your breasts, sucking one of your nipples, rolling it between your lips.

“Namor…” You gasped, trying to push away the only piece of cloth that was covering him away from your eyes.

“No.” He whispered against your nipple, kissing it softly. “Call me in yakunaj.”

“In yakunak?” You moaned when he bit your nipple. “What does that mean?”

Namor chuckled as he scrambled off from you, making you groan in annoyance, trying to bring him back. He quickly stripped off his shorts, releasing his cock from its confinement, you couldn’t help but stare, it was long, thick and a few veins were pulsing from the thick base to the smooth head. You were so entranced by the sight of it that you didn’t even noticed the lopsided grin he was giving you.

He leaned forward, gripping your ankles, softly rubbing circles on them, he brought his lips to them, kissing them softly without breaking away your gaze, his lips moved towards your thighs but you didn’t stop him, anxious to know how far would he go. He nuzzled your thigh, working his way up your cunt. Your hand quickly went to his hair, as he kissed your skin. “My beautiful ivy like this?” He murmured closer to your cunt, his lips tickling it. “Would you let me taste you?”

You couldn’t help but muttered a quiet ‘dumb question’ and you felt him smile…And then he just opened his mouth on your cunt, licking your folds, slowly pushing his tongue inside you, his palms went under your hips, lifting you towards his hungry mouth, forcing your legs to spread open. He gently blow on your cunt, the cold air made you whimper. “You are making me insane.” He murmured against your clit before sucking on it.  “Sweet and only for my mouth to know.” Namor couldn’t help but groan at your taste before diving in once again like a starved man.

You closed your eyes when he began thrusting his thick fingers inside your cunt, waves of pleasure crashed over your body, specially when he sucked hard at your clit, humming with delight. You came, bucking against his mouth, he accepting it but refusing to separate from your cunt.

“In yakunaj…” You rasped breathlessly. “Too much.”

He kissed your clit one last time before making his way to your lips, you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself on his mouth, his tongue fought for dominance and you let him win. He paused for a moment, his lips above yours as he muttered. “I want to do so many things with you, I want to make you cum until you beg me to fill you with my seed, until you beg me to never stop.”

You swallowed. “Yeah? You promise?”

Namor grinned. “I swear it on my name.” His hand positioned his cock at your entrance and with a swift motion, he was inside of you. He force himself to go slow, to enjoy it, to enjoy you. Your eyes were close, your teeth biting your lips, the most beautiful blush covering your face. But fuck, you were tight, so fucking tight as he began thrusting. Each stroke was breaking his concentration but then he was finally and completely inside you, his balls rubbing against you. Your cunt squeezing his length greedily. He loved it.

He held himself above you so he could indulge on your expressions, to watch you respond at his thrust, to greedily see how his cock thrusted inside of your body.

“My ivy.” He groaned, kneeling and forcing your hips over his thighs. “You are swallowing me so beautifully, your cunt is not letting me leave, so greedy for my seed that its squeezing me so perfectly.” He slowed down, rolling his hips. His hand grabbed yours and guide it towards where both of you were joined. “Feel it, feel how greedy your cunt is for me.”

You moaned, God, how can he be so dirty? “In yakunakj, yes…yes.”

Your walls began contracting around him, you back arched and force your hips higher, trying to take him deeper. His control finally snapped. Namor began pounding into you and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs around his hips as you came, but he didn’t stop, he continued and the sound of skin slapping made him almost completely mad.

“So good.” He threw his head back, his teeth baring as he kept pounding into you. “You squeeze me so perfectly, but is not enough, you can give me another one.”

He pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you cling against him as he began thrusting upwards, the hot friction made you clench around him quickly and he groaned, moving even faster with urgency, like his life depended on making you cum as much as he could. You clung tighter to him and he bit you, his teeth latching on your shoulder, marking you as his. Pleasure shattered you as you felt him swell inside, his hot cum filling you, your cunt milking every drop greedily.

Namor sank against you, squishing you but you didn’t complained. After a few moments he gently slid of your cunt, you couldn’t help but wince at the loss of it. He rolled to the side, his hands tugging you so you could laid on his chest.

You finally noticed how a few vines were covering most of his things but you didn’t care at the moment as his fingers began pushing back his cum inside of your body.

“I will burn the world with you.” You whispered against his chest, trying your hardest not to trembled with how his finger was moving inside of you. “If you accept me.”

Namor kissed your temple without saying anything, but you could safely say he wanted it, but at the moment, he let you rest. In his mind, already planning new ways to make you cum before planning anything against the surface-dwellers.

[prettykittycastle]

Let Him Please

Summary: Namor likes to watch Attuma please his queen.

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably a person of color.)

(Content Warning: Doggystyle, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, cuckoldry)

Translations:

My precious - In preciosio

My love - In yakunaj

The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against Attuma's body was loud in the bedroom and the sound seemed to turn Namor on even more as he continued to slowly stroke his long dick, squeezing himself lightly at the tip to the sound of your muffled moans.

"How's it feel, in precioso," He asked, his voice deep and full of lust. "How's it feel?"

You let out another moan, wanting to respond to your husband's question, but the tip of Attuma's dick kept hitting that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands gripped the bedsheets tightly as you felt another orgasm beginning to rock through you and you arched your back further, moaning louder into the bedsheets.

"In yakunaj, is he fucking you good?" Namor asked, slightly speeding up his strokes at the sight of your back arching harder and your ass cheeks bouncing back on Attuma. "Will you cum again for us?"

Gathering you strength, you lifted your head and replied back in a whimper, "Yes, K'uk'ulkan, I'm gonna cum again."

Hearing your words, Attuma tightened his already strong grip on your waist, before thrusting into you harder, making sure to keep his rhythm and continue hitting your spot.

"Oh my-" you began to scream, but another orgasm ripped through you before you could finish. "Fuck!" You screamed as your pussy clenched around Attuma's dick for at least the fifth time that night, squeezing and creaming on him. You could feel your legs beginning to shake from how intense it was and you knew that if this continued any longer, Attuma will be fucking you completely flat on the bed.

"Attuma-," you tried to speak as you felt him still fucking into you, your orgasm lasting longer because of it. "Please-"

"Please what, my beauty," Namor asked, standing up from his seat in the corner of the room and making his way to the side of the bed, still stroking himself. "You want it harder?"

"No," you quickly said, shaking your head, finding the strength to unclench one of your hands from the bedsheets and reach out to your husband.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took your hand and gently squeezed it, still stroking himself. He could see how much you were creaming on his general and the sight made his dick get harder and he began stroking himself faster.

"No more, baby," you whimpered, Attuma still fucking the air out of you.

"No more?" He questioned in fake surprise. "Attuma, have you had enough?"

Not stopping his thrusting, the large man silently shook his head and the king grinned deviously at his answer and looked down to where Attuma was fucking you. Despite your words, you were still bouncing back on Attuma's dick, hungrily.

Letting go of your hand, he lifted your face up from the bed to see a look of absolute fucked-out bliss on your face. A sight he knew he would never get tired of. A small grin appeared on his face as he told you, "You can go a little longer, my little whore."

"K'uk'ulkan-"

He shook his head in faux disappointment, his grin still in place. "I know you want Attuma to fuck you a little longer. Let him please his queen."

Not waiting for a response from you, he let go of your face and moved back on the bed till he was sitting up against the headboard, his hand never leaving his dick.

You were going to ask him to come back to you when you suddenly felt Attuma flip your body over and you found yourself laying on your back, looking up at the big blue man who, for the past hour and a half, has been fucking you into oblivion.

"Fuck her till she can't think," you heard Namor order Attuma, and like a good general, he followed his king's orders.

[starshooter-1004]

The Bond

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I woke up that morning and rolled over to find the bed empty. I sat up and saw that Namor and our daughter were missing. I got out of bed sliding a pair of slippers on and wrapping a robe around. I placed my royal bands on my wrist before exiting. I walked to the Ancestral hut hoping to find them both there; Namor loves teaching our daughter the way of the Talokian people. 

She truly was the new light in our lives and Namor’s pride. He brings her everywhere teaching her to swim as early as two months; though as a previous surface dweller made me anxious. Then I remember she is more like her father than I; even at six months she has his personality. She is a spitting image of her father that sometimes I wonder if she will inherit anything from me. 

“There with the whales In Reina,” spoke Atuma. I turned around to find Atuma standing there and bowing to me. 

“This early? Poor child hasn’t eaten yet,” I sighed looking down into the cavern.

“Thank you Atuma,” I smiled and went to the hut to change. I put in a royal garment and made my way to the cavern and dove in. Arriving into the city it was a lively as ever. The festival of the moon is beginning this weekend so the city is in a scurry to prepare. 

“In reina,” spoke a villager. They all gestured and bow and I returning it. 

“Have you seen K’Uk’Ulkan?” I asked. They nodded and pointed to the whale sanctuary. I smiled and said my thanks before swimming toward it. The whales here were majestic and powerful beings; each child and adult may bond with a whale cub once it’s born. The whale then being their companion for life and travel confidant. Training for the whales for battle began young; but the Talokanian were gentle in there trainings compared to surface dwellers. 

Before becoming one of the people I never gave it much thought to the cruelty of man. Until coming here and seeing people live. Amongst such beautiful creatures made me realize just how cruel some can be. I swam through the paths and tunnels of the sanctuary avoiding the chaos. Members of the training team were prepping festival garments on Namor and I’s whales. I didn’t think it was possible but even without being blood related to the people I could still bond with the animal. 

My beautiful Marna was a female humpback. She was young and full of spirit and always excited for seeing new parts of the ocean with Namor and I. Namor had the oldest of the whales in the Clan. He was the biggest amongst them and was battle hardened. I suddenly heard a childs laugh in the distance and recognized it. I quickly swam to the spot to see Namor and our child Aura floating next to a mother and calf. 

Namor floated behind her arms extended as Aura excitedly touched the gills of the whale. The whale watched closely at Namor and Aura as her calf came up to them. Namor extended his hand gently touching the calf and taking Aura. Namor placed Aura’s hands onto the whale and the calf sang excitedly drawing a happy giggle from my daughter. Namor smiled and chuckled quickly picking up our child and kissing her head. 

“My daughter my beautiful, smart girl,” Namor beamed. 

“You will be a wonderful queen one day like your mother. Though I hope you inherit her kindness over my temper as you grow. You will be fierce as your father but wise as your mother. For she is the wisest woman I have ever beheld and my is she a beauty,” Namor cradled Aura looking at her lovingly. Tears pricked at my eyes hearing such words. 

Namor then looked toward my direction, he knew I was here and extended his hand out. I smiled swimming toward him taking his hand as he pulled me in. He kissed me and looked back to Aura. I touched his hand as he held her, how lucky I am to have such a beautiful life. 

[stuckybarton]

Sirens Call

Summary: You were just a marine scientist, but with the recent urge of the US Government to locate more Vibranium, you would have never thought that it would spell the unexpected change in your life. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Siren!Female Reader. Word Count: 6,408 (jesus christ was this long) Chapter Warnings: Black Panther Wakanda Forever Spoilers. Mention of Kidnapping, Death, Bloodshed, drowning. Possible Stockhold Syndrom. Angst. Sort of Happy Ever After. A/N: A request from @kpopgirlbtssvt, sorry for the delay. I did tweak a little on your request since i didn't want it to be too similar to the series i'm writing but i do hope you enjoy.

Also, the song included in this story is a Filipino Lullabye

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Sirens Call

It has been over a year now since you have turned your life around. With the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff, you had no one you could truly depend on to protect you from the government coming for you. Without Steve, and with the desolation of the Avengers, of the family you have created with them, your life of running had ended with finally agreeing to the Government's terms whether you liked it or not.

You stood on the deck of the large boat, the wind blowing through your hair and the salty smell of the ocean filling your lungs. You were a Marine Scientist before your involvement with the Avengers, now you were working for the CIA, and the current objective was to locate Vibranium that is said to be located deep beneath the oceans floors.

You had knew about the abundance of the metal in Wakanda, the durability and power it had when making weapons, Steve Rogers’ shield was an evident example of it. So it was no surprise to anyone, even for you at this point that it was an immense interest to the government. They had ignored Queen Ramonda’s warning of staying away from Wakanda to search for the metal, instead doing the exact opposite to help even out the odds against their own feud with the people of Wakanda. Fight fire with fire if you will. But you were hesitant about this mission. You were now only a scientist, no longer a hero nor were you a solider, and the thought of being one of the individuals responsible for creating a possible weapon of mass destruction made you uneasy.

As the boat bobbed up and down in the rough waves, you can’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. It felt off. It’s was almost as if the ocean was singing, the gentle breeze of the night winds was calling you out, beckoning you to come closer. You shook your head, chalking it up to exhaustion. You have been working countless of days and even week for this mission, your team’s safety had been your top priority instead of that stupid metal, and your mind was simply playing tricks on you.

“You alright, Doc?” It was Daniel, one of the dozen of agents the CIA had given as your “protection” during this mission, but you knew for a fact that man like him wouldn’t even bother to save you from drowning if he was given a chance. You’ve met men like him in your lifetime and you wouldn’t trust him with your life because of it.

“Nothing that needs your concern, Agent.” You brushed him off, taking another healthy sip of your tea, your eyes had lingered onto the waters. It has been well over ten minutes now since two members of the team have been deployed to submerge from the waters to locate the Vibranium.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, the water is find and that suit is practically impenetrable.” He scoffed only for you to ignore as you continued watching the line wires that held onto the suits move further and further down. “This should be the least of your concern knowing what will happen if we find nothing.”

“If any of them are hurt or killed, you know what would happen.”  You threatened him right back.

You had made a deal with the devil for your own freedom from the Government. What they had over you and your secret that you wished to put your grave would be buried along with the fallout that you were certain would come one way or another. God only knows what Wakanda would do to you when the truth comes out about your involvement. Your head would be in a silver platter for all you know. It was only a matter on whose table it would lay upon at the end of the day.

“You worry too much, Doc.” He scoffed before leaving you all on your own—peace that you truly needed at this point in time.

But as the night wears on and they have descended deeper into the ocean, the feeling grows stronger. Even as you had headed into the control room to check how they were doing in the water, there was something that was keeping you uneasy.

You can hear a faint humming sound, almost like a song. It was in the same moment you heard the panic from the communications and everyone was scrambling to and fro inside the boat and you were left stock still from where you stood, even as you tried to locate the two members in the waters. You were informed that it was the Wakandans that had attacked.

Your team has been hard at work, scanning the ocean floor with the suits. But as you approach the coordinate where the Vibranium is believed to be located, something had fucked everything you worked so hard for. The suit and the members were gone, your vision of them had gone black. You and what was left of the escorts were scrambling to figure out what was happening.

You tried rebooting the system hoping it was a glitch, but to no avail. It’s as if something is interfering with the signals. Your heart begins to race. Is this some kind of attack? Have you been discovered by Wakanda’s forces?

And then, without warning, the hum that sounded grew louder, almost blaring through. You had watch some begin to put on earplugs but there was something that kept you from doing such a thing even when they were in your pockets as a precautionary measures—old tale’s don’t die it seems when it comes to the unknown of the waters.

It was a sound that you have never heard before, it had your heart racing, palms sweating and from the looks of everyone else that acted far too late, glazed over as they walked closer into the water in a trance. Had it not have been for the gunshot that echoed, the spell would have remained and there would have been more bloodshed that you would not even be able to imagine.

“Move!” Someone had screamed at you and before you could realize what was going on a bulking man had risen from the waters and you were left frozen at the sight of the man as his spear had penetrated into your escort, Daniel right to the wall besides you.

The man was no Wakandan. He had blue skin, some type of breathing apparatus, and the daunting sight of his headgear made out of a hammerhead shark’s skull. The man over towered over you as he took a step towards you, but your adrenaline has finally kicked in and you find yourself making a mad dash back into the control room, hoping to find anything that could help you in the situation.

It was only in this moment that you had put on the earplugs, deafening the sounds of death up above. You tried to find a gun, a knife, anything that could miraculously keep you alive at this point. Left empty handed, you found a small cabinet right under the control panel. Shoving all of its content all over the floor in hopes of messing with their trail of you before you cramped right in, shutting yourself in complete darkness of the cabinet.

In the deafness of the earplugs, you could hear your heart racing and your breathing shallow. You can feel the vibration of footsteps approaching, getting more and more prominent. You know that the attackers were getting closer and closer to finding you.

Your mind raced as you try to come up with a plan instead of just hiding. You know that if you are found, you are dead. You try to remember your training, but your mind was a jumbled mess and everything was well forgotten in the face of the reality of the danger. You can’t think straight, and your hands were shaking with fear.

As the footsteps draw neared, you slowly find yourself removing the earplugs to the sound of voices. You strain to listen, trying to make out what they were saying, but the language was not like you had ever heard before in your life. It was garbled and indistinct, and you couldn’t tell from where you hid just how many people were there.

You close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You know that you have to be brave, that you have to stay calm and think rationally if you're going to survive. But as the sound of the footsteps grows louder, your resolve begins to crumble. You're so scared that you can hardly think straight. You feel like you're going to die.

And then, suddenly, you hear the sound of the door opening. You hold your breath, praying that you won't be found. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you're sure that they can hear it too. But as the seconds tick by, nothing happens. You're still hidden in the cabinet, and your attackers haven't found you. You begin to relax, thinking that maybe you're safe after all.

But as you felt the sound of the monitors being broken from above you, you felt all the reassurance turn into nothing but panic and dread.

Your life flashes before your eyes. You think of your family, of your mother that you have never talked to since you had pulled away from her and her people growing up, your friends that have accepted you for who you were, the people you have loved and cherish, the members of your team that had risked their lives for this excavation—all for nothing. You wondered if you would ever see any of them again. The profound sense of sadness and regret, knowing that there was still so many things you have not done, places you have never been able to see, to have the family you have never thought you would deserve to have.

It was the first line of sobs that escaped your lips that caught their attention and the cabinet was torn off the hinges and you were in front of them all. Pulled by the arm by one of them, you were scrambling to pull away from their hold but the spear that was now pointed at you, you were left standing still.

There were five of them, the man from earlier was also here, but it was not him that had your attention—it was the man with the normal skin.

You stand in front of the man, looking him in the eye. You can sense his fury, the anger boiling just beneath the surface. His face is twisted in a scowl, his eyes flashing with an intensity that makes your heart race. You can feel the tension in the air, the electricity that seems to crackle between you.

But as he gets closer, you start to feel a little bit of fear creeping in. You can see the veins bulging in his neck, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven.

In the closer proximity, you took a look at him from head to toe to realize that he wasn’t normal either. Sans the blue skin, he had pointed ears and the physics-impossible wings where his Achilles’ heels should have been.

“Who created the machine?” The man spoke, accent-heavy. His voice deep and daunting, you can feel the heat of his anger, the rage that seems to be directed at you.

You were left frozen at his question.

“All I know is her name is Riri William.” You spoke honestly. When you had learned that the government had a mobile drone that would help in the location of Vibranium, you did not asked too much question knowing what it entails in the future.

The spear you didn’t realize was in his grasp was now pointed directly at you, the sharp blade of it resting on the base of your neck. One wrong move from you and you could slice your throat open. The tears begin to fall freely from your eyes, pleading for him to spare you. Pleading for him that this was all the information that you knew.

As the spear was finally held down, you felt your knees turn jelly realizing you were still alive and he had spared you—for now.

“If I find out you are lying, I will feed you to the sharks.” He warned.

You shook your head.

“I promise you, on my mother’s name. That is all I know. I’m just here as a scientist helping them finding Vibranium, nothing more.”

The man turned to the hulking man, speaking in a language that you didn’t know before the man had approached you and pulling off his breathing apparatus for you.

“What are you doing?” You questioned moving your head away from him.

“You are coming with me back to Talokan. I cannot trust you to keep my people’s existence as a secret.”

Accepting the breathing apparatus, you were lifted onto the man’s shoulder and the adrenaline was slowly dying down at the foreign device covering on your face and your world begins to fade into the dark abyss.

~

The throne room was quiet, save for the argument that was exchanged between K’uk’ulkan and his cousin and most trusted General, Namora. He was pacing back and forth, while Namora stood stoically, arms crossed in front of her. It was one thing to watch his cousin and Attuma butt heads from time to time and see Namora come out victorious, it was another to have himself be in the middle of it all, more so for his action that led to this argument to begin with.

"I cannot believe you would bring an outsider into our hidden kingdom, K'uk'ulkan," Namora said sternly. "We have always kept our existence a secret, and now you want to invite this woman into our midst?"

He stopped pacing and turned to face Namora.

“She is not just an outsider. She is a scientist from the surface world, she possesses the knowledge that could help us in finding out who we are up against.”

A part of him did wonder why he did what he did. He could have killed you then and there and be done with it. But how you spoke, to your mother’s grave, it was the truth and he trusted a surface dweller so easily because of it. It was pathetic to see you in hiding, in the confinements of a small cabinet, with just the sob that escaped your lips that gave your location away.

He took you in to his nation, knowing he could find a much better use for you for the time being, at least, that was what he kept telling himself and reassuring Namora too in the process.

Namora's expression remained unchanged. "And what if she reveals our existence to the surface world? What if she leads them here, endangering us and our way of life?"

He sighed heavily. “I have thought about that, my child.” He cupped her cheeks hoping to give her the reassurance that she would need in this moment. “But I have also considered the potential benefits that could come from her here in our Kingdom for the foreseeable future.”

“You are willing to risk everything we have worked for, just for a potential benefit? Is it worth it?” Namora questioned pulling away, with her eyes narrowed at him.

“For our people, for their safety, it will be worth it, My child. With her here, our people will be hidden and protected.”

Namora remained silent, considering his words.

“It’s on you. But we must keep a close eye on the surface dweller. We are not to trust her, not until we know if she is safe for our people.”

“I understand, Namora.” He nodded in agreement. “I will take full responsibility for her while she is here. And if she proves to be more of a liability, we will deal with her accordingly.”

Namora’s expression softened slightly.

"Very well. But if anything goes wrong, it will be on your head."

K'uk'ulkan nodded once more. "I understand."

With that, Namora turned and left the throne room, leaving K'uk'ulkan alone to contemplate the potential risks and rewards of his decision.

~

Slowly opening your eyes, feeling disoriented as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. You remember being on the boat, the attack that killed almost certainly everyone in the team, to the memories of your life flashing before your eyes in the confinements of the cabinet. But now, you were in a strange chambers inside of a cavern, surrounded by walls of rocks and water.

Sitting up, you noticed the figure standing in front of you. The same man at the boat. The man stood now with robes on instead of just the green shorts and there was a lack of the spear much to your relief. He sees you finally wake up and turns to face you.

“Welcome,” he says, the same daunting voice from the boat but no longer did it held the anger from that night. “I am K’uk’ulkan, King of Talokan.”

You looked at him confused. Talokan? In your years of working for the Avengers and eventually the CIA, learning about all different kinds of aliens and otherworldly beings, both in the surface and in the water, this was the first time you had ever heard about Talokan. Not even from your own family’s history have you heard of beings just like him.

It was as if he could sense your confusion and fear as he held his hands up in reassurance.

“You are in my chambers.” He explains. “You are safe here, Surface dweller, I have spared you in hopes of learning what your people want with the Vibranium in our kingdom.”

You start to feel a sense of uneasiness. What if you told him the truth, of what the government wanted with the Vibranium, would you finally be killed?

“Do not be afraid.” He continues walking closer to you now, his hand placed on your shoulders. “You are safe here, I have brought you alive for a reason and you have my word that you will not be placed in any harm throughout your stay under my jurisdiction.”

As you start to look around the chamber, you notice something strange. The walls are covered in murals, painted in bright colors. They depict scenes of ancient rituals and ceremonies, with strange symbols and images that you can't quite decipher.

He seemed to have noticed your interest.

“Murals of Talokan,” He explains gesturing to the walls. “They tell the story of my people, of our history, and of our beliefs.”

You start to feel a sense of awe, looking at the intricate designs and patterns. You’ve never seen anything like this before in your life. He moves to the wall, taking a brush and paint from a nearby table. As he starts to paint, you watch in amazement. The colors seem to come to life, swirling and dancing before your eyes.

As he paints, K'uk'ulkan begins to speak. He tells you of the ancient gods, of their power and their wisdom. He tells you of the secrets of the Talokan, and of his origins, of why he was different from the rest of his people. He was mutant, the first born son of Talokan.

“Why am I here then?” You questioned, as much as you now grow interested in his stories, you were more concern of what was needed from you in this moment. “I don’t fit into any narrative in your stories or your people?”

“You know too much, and it is best for you to remain here for the time being while we handle the person responsible for creating the machine.”

“How long?” You questioned.

“For a while.” He spoke nonchalantly. “For the meantime, you can visit Talokan with me or you can spend your days here in the chambers, it is up to you.”

You blinked seemingly having no choice in the matter at this point.

~

It was not what he intended to happen, all he wanted was for Talokan to remain a secret from the surface world. Never did he even think that a glimpse of you and the wonder in your eyes through the water suit did he think he could ever fall in love, with a surface dweller of all people, but here he was.

It had been days now since your arrival, days since your time has been spent in his chambers and in Talokan. How you had made use of your expertise in the waters for their benefit. Fishes and other marine creatures that even the oldest of their scholars did not know of their use was now being integrated into their daily lives.

Y/N.

He had learned so much about you in your stay in his home. How you found yourself making use of your love for the water into your studies to be what you were now. How from so much trials and tribulation in your life, have ended up under the government’s jurisdiction and in your expedition for Vibranium would have been the last part of your agreement with them. Who would have ever thought that someone as shell shock as you would have been a siren in hiding all this time?

He fell in love with you for your love for the water. How the simplest of gifts he would give you would send the biggest and brightest smile on your face. He fell in love with your intention to do better for the world even with everyone against you. He had fallen so madly in love with how easy it had been for his children to open up to you—even Namora that has been far too apprehensive with your stay in Talokan in the beginning.

“Sing me a song, In Sirena?” He asked, his head rested on your lap, your fingers combing through his hair.

In the silence of his bed chambers, he had opened himself to you, about his mother, of the promise he had kept of burying her in their home in the surface world, of the name that was never his own by took to inflict fear to those who were a threat to his people.

He closed his eyes and felt the comfort that came with your touch and of your voice that echoed through his chambers. How your hauntingly beautiful voice placed him at ease, something he was not given as often in his life. He was at peace.

He felt the smile slowly form on his lips as you continued on with your song that was now becoming all too familiar to him. It was a lullaby, one that your own mother had sung to you as a young child, it brought back memories of his own mother, of the love that only she could give you even with the responsibility that rested on his shoulders—he felt like a child all over again.

“When this is all over, if I let you go, will you ever come back for me?” He found himself asking, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you.

You had halted in your song to look right back at him, eyes softening at his question.

“I don’t know,” You answered honestly.

Another thing he had appreciated about you was your honesty, no matter if it would offend him or anyone else, you held honesty that was few and far in between for a surface dweller. He understood your answer, though he was sadden by the reality of it—you were still a captive of his domain, stuck in the crossfire of his mission to protect his people. But he longed for the day that you would stay, even for just his people.

“I understand.”

“I have people that depend on me in the surface. I’ve already lost some of the people I’ve treated like my family—I want to make sure that I explained what had happened to their families.”

He looked away, knowing the weight of his action had on you now. Of the deaths that was to be expected for the protection of his own people.

Their little moment was interrupted at the sight of Attuma arriving.

“What?” He inquired, not leaving his positon on your lap much to your own discomfort and embarrassment.

“The Princess and the scientist are here.” Attuma announced and it was the sign he needed that his moment with you was now over.

~

At the news of someone else from the surface now being held under hostage of Talokan, you had asked K’uk’ulkan about seeing them. No matter how much you were slowly understanding the man’s need to protect his people a part of you still wanted to see and check upon those that are for certain scared of being here.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

The last thing you would have expected to see was Princess Shuri and Riri Williams here. But then again, it was Vibranium that Talokan was protecting, and having them here was becoming more understandable than anything else.

“Are you two okay?” You asked, checking them from head to toe for any sort of injuries.

“You were reported dead.” It was Shuri that had spoken and your heart fell. But realized that after everything, at the death of your team and escorts, it would have bound to happen that without your body recovered, they would have expected as much.

“They have taken me here to keep quiet.” You answered. You worry that if you said too much it would end with your hurt or worst the women in front of you would.

The guilt was now washing over your system at the realization of your admittance of Riri being responsible for the machine had now led to her here—bringing Shuri along in the process.

“We have to find a way out.” You whispered holding onto their hands, you know it would take some work to find the suits they have used but it was better than whatever they might have planned for them—or for you at the matter.

“No.” Shuri shook her head.

You shook your head. It was not the right thing to do for her. Unlike you, that now had everyone believing you were dead and for certain would face prosecution if the Government found out you were alive, Shuri had so much to live for, someone to that loved her, and everything else in her life that you know for certain that you did not have anymore.

“He wants to go to war with the surface world, and asked me to help him.”

You blinked realizing then and there the reality of the man and his intentions. One of the servants remained, providing food for the three of you and you had hoped that she did not understand anything that you were talking about in this moment. Your eyes lingered to the guards also station around to watch over you and over the two.

“Princess, please.” You held onto her hand, hoping to talk some sense to her even in this very moment. “The world has done all of us wrong, but this is not the right thing to do.” You plead for her, turning your attention towards Riri that was still shaken by everything that was happening.

“Then why did you remain when you could easily have escaped?” Shuri questioned.

Your eyes closed at the reality of her words, how easily you could have escaped because of your powers but chose not to do so. In the moment you did not have a reason to leave, for you genuinely fell in love with Talokan even with the circumstance of it all.

You fell in love. How stupid it was for you to do so, falling in love with your captor but you did. You see your family in this people. How your own was cast to the waters by the very same people that had once cast K’uk’ulkan’s people into the waters. He was just like you, just as much as you were just like him.

“I’ve lost everything, Princess.” You whispered. “I’ve got to no Tony or Nat to back me up anymore, the government is wringing me dry for all that I have until they have the better reason to finally lock me away and experiment on me. He gave me an opportunity to live here and I might just stay because of it.”

In the struggle of it all, you once had Tony and Nat to depend on in your life, but with everything that had happened during the snap and their death to save the entirety of the universe, life has never been the same for you and you linger in the chaos of the life you tried to rebuild for yourself in the process.

Your eyes lingered behind and the sight of Nakia had caught you off guard.

Before you could even act, Nakia had shot the guards on stand by and the servant had now held a knife against Shuri. It was chaos and you did not know who to save in this moment. You held your hands up towards Nakia and pleaded for the servant to let her go, the sight of her hesitation was all you need to know that she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Please. It doesn’t have to end like this.” You plead to Nakia. “They will let Shuri go, and you can escape safely. Please.”

Nakia held a blank look before talking to Shuri and before long shooting the servant without hesitation. You were quick in your steps, dashing towards the servant as you held onto the wound and your eyes turned towards Shuri and Nakia.

“You need to come with us, Wakanda can protect you. It is the least we can do for all the help you’ve given us in the past.”

You wanted to, but as the servant had held onto you as she fought for her life, it had you second guessing yourself. If it was worth the risk coming back, with not only the Government coming after you but now even Talokan that has shown her nothing but kindness since your arrival.

“You’ve waged the war…all he wanted was to protect his people.” You shook your head refusing to come with them.

You had watched them leave, in the emptiness of the caverns that they stayed in, you found the tears have slowly fallen as you begin to sing the servant a song, hoping to be there for her in her dying moments.

‘Ili-ili tulog anay Wala diri imong nanay Kadto tienda Bakal Papay Ili-ili tulog anay Mata kana tabang mo Ikarga ang Nakompra ko Kay Bug-at Man Sing Putos ko Tabang Mo Ako Anay Ili-ili Tulog Anay Walang diri Imong Nanay Kadto tienda Bakal Papay Ili-ili tulog anay’

“In Sirena?”

The sight of K’uk’ulkan approaching brought all the guilt to the surface as your eyes turned back to the servant girl, how she was begging for her king to save her even when it was far too late for her.

“I tried to stop them.” You whispered closing the servant girl’s eyes as she now laid lifeless in your arms. “I tried to make them go without hurting anyone else in the process.”

You turned to the sight of Namora walking behind at the scene of death at the hands of Wakanda. You did not have the heart to look her in the eyes now, after all the help she had given you in your stay in Talokan—this was the price that you paid. It was better off if you were dead just like the rest of them.

You sobbed as the cousins begin to converse in their language. It was all your fault, from the moment you had accepted the mission to seek Vibranium from under the waters, you have left nothing but death and failure in your midst and now even in Talokan, the same curse has come to present you.

Even as K’uk’ulkan has pulled you away from the servant girl to allow her to be buried, you sobbed over and over even as you were pulled into his chest.

“Why did you stay?” He questioned you, his hand cupped your cheeks wiping what remains of the tears on your cheeks. “You could have left with them.”

“I can’t.” You confessed. “Not like this, not if it means someone dying in the process.”

“Then join us, in our fight.”

“I can’t. Revenge is never the answer.”

~

It was a week now since the attack in the cavern, you have decided to remain in K’uk’ulkan’s chambers for the entirety of it. But you have never talked to the man after what he had done as retribution for Nakia’s attack. The Queen of Wakanda was dead—drowned, and the invasion of Wakanda had set off more conflict than anything you would have ever imagine from them.

“In Sirena,”

You turned, the frown rested heavily on your lips in the moment but you said nothing even as the man approaching you, standing right in front of you from where you sat in the bed. You know why he was hear, it has been a week as the agreement and at any time a war is about to break through and you could only fear the damage and death it would cause in their paths.

“I want you to join me in this fight. After everything with Wakanda is resolved, I want you to be my Queen.”

You closed your eyes, it was not how you would have wanted to stay, not in this circumstance.

“Revenger and retribution is not the answer. It will only cause death and pain for everyone involved.”

“Then please stay here in Talokan, with me, with my people. Live with us and flourish and grow to be what you were always meant to be.”

And just like every instances that he asks you the question, you shook your head. In a perfect world, when things have not been filled with bloodshed, you would have. But in this instance, you couldn’t, not when you had a part in the mess that created the fight between Talokan and Wakanda.

“I can’t.”

“Then when you are ready, you can leave.” He spoke to which had your eyes widen and you looked at him now straight in his eyes, the sadness that came with his words. “Just know that you can never come back or you will be killed on the spot as you are a surface dweller trespassing our home. My love and fondness for you does not change the fact that you are an enemy of Talokan.”

It was cruel for him to say after everything that you have both been through together. But in the end, it was always his people above his own emotions and the love you have come to realize you both shared for each other in the short amount of time in his chambers and in his home.

“Okay.”

~

As he had laid on his back so close to the brink of death, defeated by the Black Panther, his mind had been only on two things. His mother and you. He was ready to die, but his memories were brought back to you as the Princess had the spear by his neck, ready to kill him. He was brought back to your words as you had pleaded for him to reconsider the fight against Wakanda. He was brought back to the hope that you would stay if he made the right decision.

He had yielded, with you and his mother on his mind. He had yielded hoping that you would stay even at the venom of his words when he last spoke to you.

As he had spoken to his people, ordering them to go back to Talokan, his mind was flooded with you—the glimpse of hope that you would remain still and be with him. He swam back to the waters, with his people guiding him throughout, his injuries were slowly healing, but it will take time and he needed to rest.

“I want to be left alone.” He spoke to his servant, brushing them away as they intended to patch him up. He refused, deciding to lick his wound in solitude.

Groggily, he had made his way back to this chambers, the silence broke his heart as he saw no sign of you anywhere. Walking towards his bed, he laid face first, the ache and pain that came with the battle against the Princess did a number on him and it would take a while before his wings would grow back.

He closed his eyes, for the moment, making peace with the silence of his chambers, the ghost of your voice echoing his mind. Your lullaby that would give him the comfort he never truly had in his life.

“K’uk’ulkan?”

His eyes snapped open, confused and devastated, it might be the delirium from his injuries that made him hear voices that were never there. But the panic of the voice continued to sound and it was when he felt the warm familiar hands on his shoulders that he had realize it was not his imagination playing a cruel joke on him.

It was you. You were still here.

“In Sirena,” he spoke turning his head to look at you.

The tear stricken face and the worry that was all too evident in your beautiful features.

“Why are you here?” He questioned, sitting up with you guiding him.

“I didn’t have the heart to leave until I know for certain you were alright.”

It was how quick his heart fluttered by your words, the effect you had on him knows no bound and made it all the more painful when you decided to finally leave.

“It is over, I have made an agreement with Wakanda.” He spoke. He watched the way your shoulders relaxed at this words. “You no longer have a reason to stay, you can leave and never turn back.”

“I can’t.” You smiled gently wrapping your arms around the man, sealing your fate to be with him forever, not only as his partner and companion, but as the Queen of Talokan.

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“I know he loves me I know he cares Cause he's all mine And soon he'll be knockin' At my door Things will be alright”

Juicy – “Sugar Free”

Lebadi slid the fingers of her right hand over the monorail console while watching a monitor to gauge the flow of traffic in the wide Birnin S’Yan street. Her left hand rubbed on the swollen belly that was ready to pop with a strange mutant’s baby.

“Everything good?”

Lebadi turned her head and watched a lanky, reed-thin male co-worker saunter in to take over her shift. Mantso quirked up his thick lips and handed her a warm chocolate coffee along with a hot-out-of-the-oven seasoned meat bun. She accepted both and shifted her weight out of the chair so he could take over.

“Slow night. Thank you for this,” she said.

Taking a huge bite out of the round bun stuffed with ground beef and yellow potatoes baked inside, she wiped her lips when the flavorful juices spewed out onto her chin. Mantso studied her belly.

“You are ready to burst,” he teased.

“One more month.”

“When does your leave start?”

“Next week.”

A rumble outside the wide glass window announced the arrival of the midnight lift in the city center.

“I’ll hold it for you,” Mantso said.

Lebadi grabbed her sweater and waddled out of the control room taking an escalator to the surface street. Saturday nights were a busy festive time and she passed through crowds of young people out for a night of dancing and drinking. She missed doing that with her friends back home in Birnin Zana. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant, she’d be attending Dora Milaje training with Okoye and going out with her crew to their favorite clubs and night cafes.

Chewing on the tender meat of the late night snack Mantso gave her, she gripped her cup of cocoa-rich coffee and sat by herself on the monorail. It was a short fifteen minute ride to her cottage nestled behind a row of luxury villas. She jostled her big belly around exuberant party-seekers and munched on her food while admiring the bright lights and music spilling out onto the public sidewalks from flashy clubs. Ten minutes later she rounded a corner that led to the opening of a quiet suburban street twinkling with tiny nightlights decorating the clipped hedges lining the path she followed. Tall rust-colored trees blotted out the noise of the main street behind her.

Approaching her home, she noticed a figure hidden in the shadows of her small porch.

“Who’s there?” she blurted.

No one answered and she took a step back, cradling her stomach in a protective stance.

“I see you!” she shouted to make herself sound tough.

The figure moved toward the light of a street lamp and Lebadi sucked in her breath.

Okoye.

“It took me some time to track you down here,” Okoye said, eyeing Lebadi’s burgeoning midsection, “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

Lebadi's entire demeanor slumped with shame.

“I’m your best friend, Lebadi. You can tell me anything in confidence and I would never judge you.”

“I know…but…”

“But what? Who is the father?”

“No one you know.”

“Are you still seeing this person? Are they going to support you and this baby?”

“No…I’m not seeing them anymore. This wasn’t planned.”

“I know it wasn’t. You were supposed to be training with me.”

Okoye’s eyes softened. Lebadi glanced at the new shaved head that highlighted the perfectly round skull of her friend. A brand new v-shaped crimson tattoo crowned the top of Okoye’s forehead. She had passed the first level of Dora Milaje training.

“Open your door. The neighbors should not hear our conversation,” Okoye demanded.

Lebadi shuffled past her and onto the porch. She swiped her kimoyo beads over the door handle and stepped aside to let Okoye in first. The motion sensor lights in the living room flickered on and she hung up her sweater on the back of the door. Setting down her coffee and half-eaten meat bun on a side table, she faced her bestie full on.

“Sit,” Lebadi said gesturing to a chair near the couch.

Okoye glanced around the neat cottage living room before sinking down into the chair.

“I have to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”

Lebadi excused herself and went into a small hallway that led to the cramped bathroom. She closed the door and gripped her hands on the sink. She wasn’t prepared to let anyone know her secret. For the past four months she had hidden in Birnin S’Yan where no one knew her or her family. She kept her interactions among family and friends purely through vid chats at low angles to conceal her stomach. She joked about eating too many meat buns that the city was famous for to explain away her plump cheeks and wide moon face. Stories were made up about being busy with work and taking advanced art classes at the University of S’Yan that rested above the cliffs overlooking the sea. Many questioned why she’d move so far away, but most assumed it was because she was disappointed about not being accepted into the Dora Milaje Corps. She let that lie fester to dampen the pleadings of returning to the Golden City.

Lebadi needed to give birth in a place where she was a stranger, and the fast pace of seaside life was the perfect hideaway. She hired a private midwife and planned to give birth at home. Beyond that she had no further plans. It all depended on what came out of her vagina in thirty days. If the child looked human, she’d give it away to the midwife to find a good home. She used a fake name in the city and no one would be able to trace a baby back to her. However, if the child came out a mutant…

She shook away the thought with splashes of cool water on her high cheekbones. Okoye would ruin all of her plans. Wiping her face with a towel, Lebadi stared at her frightened eyes in the mirror. She had saved up enough money to pay a bribe to the midwife to keep the birth off of the formal hospital registry. The only problem was that she couldn’t decide what to do with a child if it came out like him.

K’uk’ulkan.

Lebadi shivered at the mere thought of him and the baby inside of her moved. She touched the spot where it kicked her. The child was strong in there. So ready to come out.

“Lebadi, are you hiding from me?”

Okoye’s voice sounded more hurt than accusatory.

“Coming,” Lebadi chirped.

Okoye studied her every move coming back into the living room. Lebadi took a seat on her lumpy couch adjacent to the chair and finally gazed into her friend’s eyes. They were watery and her lips trembled.

“I was worried about you. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt like something was wrong. I needed to see you in person and ease my mind,” Okoye said.

“Now you see why I stayed so far from home.”

“Having a baby out of wedlock is not shameful anymore.”

“The father and I are not together. He doesn’t know about this baby.”

“He has a responsibility. You are from a prominent family—”

“No one will know about this child. When it is born I will give it away.”

“Give it away? Are you mad? You are descended from the first family that stood by the Udaku clan when Bashenga created the nation. You have grandmothers and grandfather’s written about in our history books…you cannot just give a baby away with your bloodline, Lebadi. It would be sacrilegious! A sin in the eyes of Bast.”

“I cannot keep this baby, Okoye.”

“Why not?”

“Because its father is a foreigner. Not a Wakandan.”

“Foreigner? How?”

“He slipped through our borders.”

“No one slips through our borders. Do not lie to me, Lebadi. I am your friend.”

“I met him at the Mama Wati Festival. Two years ago. I fell pregnant eight months ago. We were secretly meeting here in Birnin S’Yan. You cannot tell anyone.”

“This is a national security threat. I cannot sit here and ignore that. I work for the palace now. This man could be a spy using you.”

“He is not a spy. There’s nothing in Wakanda he wants… not anymore since he left me. I am begging you Okoye. Nothing will happen to the nation if you keep quiet about this. I am no longer seeing him. He is long gone away from here.”

“How was he able to even get through our protective dome from the outside? Lebadi? Answer me!”

Lebadi burst into tears and covered her face. To not have her lover pained her heart. She struggled to regain her composure and became frantic when Okoye tapped her kimoyo beads. A sharp discomfort in her side distracted them both and Lebadi clutched under her stomach and sat back in her seat.

“Lebadi, what’s wrong?”

“I’m okay…you are stressing me out and it disturbed the baby.”

“Should I call your doctor? Uh..the midwife?”

“No…I am fine now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please…just leave this be. Keep my secret.”

“You cannot give your baby away. If you need help, W’Kabi and I can do that. We’re getting married next year…we could adopt your child and keep it close to you—“

“No.”

“How far along are you?”

“Eight months.”

Okoye palmed her hands together and let the tips of her fingers rest under her chin.

“You have been dealing with this all alone?”

“Yes.”

Okoye lowered herself to her knees and clasped Lebadi’s hands.

“I see that you’re frightened. I will keep your secret, but I will return to help you when the baby comes. We’ll figure out what to do together. Your child deserves a good home…with you.”

Okoye thumbed away the tears that pearled out from the corners of Lebadi’s eyes.

“Do you need anything right now? Money? Food?” Okoye asked.

“No. I’m tired and want to go to bed.”

“I will stay for the weekend and return for my training. No more keeping secrets from me. Promise?”

“Promise.”

Lebadi squeezed Okoye’s hands.

###

The moment Okoye left the cottage Sunday evening, Lebadi packed up all her clothes and called a private cab to ferry her to the marina. She tossed her kimoyo beads in a sewer run-off after telling her mid-wife that she was going home and would no longer need her services.

Lebadi knew Okoye had a good heart and wanted the best for her, but the reality spoke of newer alliances. She couldn’t trust that her friend wouldn’t go searching for breeches in security and ring the alarm. It was better to go away and give birth alone on the sea away from prying eyes. Telling her that the father was foreign was bad enough. It was a stupid mistake on her part.

She rented the same boat she had used for two years sneaking away to see Namor. It was an older model that most people bypassed for the sleek newer ones all over the marina. She paid for a three month rental and the woman releasing it didn’t bat an eye at her condition or the crinkly bills she paid in cash from a fat purse stuffed with more Wakandan money. It took Lebadi four trips to load the boat with supplies of food, water, and things she would need for a baby. The last item she carried on board was a peach and sand-colored conch shell that Namor gifted her. She wanted something of his with her.

She set sail on a Monday evening to cloak herself in darkness, taking the boat off radar once she was past her target area to hide from any drone surveillance.

She programmed the boat to glide her to her favorite spot three miles from the coast. For three days she used radar from the boat and her own binoculars to scan for anyone coming after her. She left a month’s worth of pre-programmed holo vid messages for family and select friends to keep up appearances until the baby came. Using the boat ramp, she dipped her heavy body into the water when the weather was too hot and spent most of her days lying in her berth to keep cool. She limited the use of the air-cooling system to keep traces of vibranium energy surges to a minimum in case it captured the attention of the Wakandan Coast Guard.

A pod of dolphins passed by her boat her second week out at sea and they lingered to frolic for a few hours before heading out to the growing swells. Shading her eyes with her hand, she pondered moving the boat when it was bumped by something that didn’t feel like a strong wave shoving the starboard side. She tottered on bare feet to investigate if she hit a reef and was shocked to find a large orca nudging the hull with its massive head.

Lebadi held onto some rope looped around the inside of the hull to keep her balance. The orca opened its mouth and echolocation clicks bounced at her along with high-pitched whistling sounds. It snapped its mouth closed a few times making jaw claps and she ran to the control room to move the boat away from the sea creature. At a smooth twenty knots, she left the orca in a wake of white water, but it gave chase. She aimed the boat back toward land but the orca kept up and then cut her off, forcing her to head further out to sea. She white-knuckled the control console when the orca slammed itself under the boat.

Cutting her eyes to the ocean, the boat stuttered to a complete stop. The odor of something burning came from the stern. She shut everything down and checked the back. The boat belched blue-black smoke and the orca peered at her from the water with a menacing brown eye under a patch of white marking on its slippery skin.

“What the fuck did you do to this boat?”

The orca clicked and rolled its dark body upside down in the foamy turquoise waters. Before she could curse it again, it flicked its wide tail and tossed Namora onto the deck. Soaking wet, the Talokanil woman stood to her full height and sea water dripped from her feathered headdress and the jagged spear she carried. Lebadi turned away trying to hide her stomach, but Namor’s cousin spotted the forbidden fruit of their union. She stuck the tip of her spear against Lebadi’s stomach.

“Ba'ax le ts'íiba' utia'al?” Namora spat out from behind her breathing mask.

Lebadi nodded and stepped back from the spear. Namora lunged forward raising her spear at an angle that would slice the child out of her womb.

“Don’t! Please!” Lebadi shrieked.

The harsh rays of the sun and the muggy heat draped Lebadi in an uncomfortable cocoon of dripping perspiration. Short of breath, and frightened, she urinated on herself and lost control of her knees. Namora tossed away her spear and caught Lebadi with her strong but gentle hands. Her piercing dark brown eyes were the same as Namor’s.

“Yaan teen,” Namora whispered in Lebadi’s ear.

“Please don’t kill my baby,” Lebadi pleaded  before the world went black and she collapsed in the Talokanil’s arms.

A.N.:

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[lemonmeringueprincess]

CEO! Tenoch/Namor x CEO! Reader Aesthetic Board

“You are sent by your father, the owner of the company, to represent this proposal which involves merging these two companies together. “, sitting facing him, barricaded by his sleek office desk and listening to him repeating my proposal. His intense gaze piercing through my soul. “And once the companies have been united, he will retire and you will be the successor, correct?” repeating the proposal while cocking his to the side. However, I sensed a but...

“Allow me to include my additional proposal before sealing the deal” he proceeded to rise from his chair, walked towards me as if a predator stalking its prey, turned my chair to face him. Still remained sitting, he crouched to my level, caged me with both of his palms resting upon the armrest of my chair and leaned towards me. My heartbeat quickened at the close proximity, intoxicated by his scent. A mixed of leather, oakwood and tobacco.

“What does it take to seal the deal?”, I questioned. 

“You”

“A king will need his queen by his side to help him rule his empire. I want you to be my partner, both in the office and personal life. How does that sound, amor?”, tilting my chin up, proceeded to caress my jaw with his knuckle and his warm brown orbs boring into mine.

“Marry me, be my wife and let us rule this empire together. Side by side, for I have long an equally compelling queen to reign by my side.”

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Heyoooo this B is back again with another CEO!Namor moodboard, but decided to add a short fanfic this time, coz i’m feeling ✨extra✨ today. Enjoy peeps ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🌊🔱🔥

[usagii-bun]

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.5

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5

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YOU FELT LIKE YOU WAS SINKING, sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss of darkness. You felt like you was suffocating, you couldnt see anything- your lungs felt heavy as if cement had dried within them.

Your eyes snap open wide, trickles of cold sweat runs down your skin, your back wet as if water had been splashed on to it.

Room spinning around, spiraling until it abruptly stop - gaze being met with a rocky ceiling where tendrils of blue light hung from it-your vision still blurry.

You closes your eyes, eyelashes drenched with tears, underneath your eyes wet and jaw stung. You breaths slowly, chest heaving up and down in an unrhythmical manner.

You moved your body slightly, mind still feeling fogged- only for your heart to skip a beat when your whole body seemed to move to the side, you did it again only for yourbbody to move to the other side.

You blink your eyes a few times, gently lifting your upper body up, the place you slept on felt unstable as your vision was much clearer - your eyes widen to find that you was in a cave and that you was laying on a hammock. The cave was adorn by what looked like blue lights giving the place a suttle blue glow.

Your heart starts to beat widley, throat parch and skin feeling clamy.

'Where am I..?' You thought, trying to figure out whether you was still dreaming but reality crashed upon you as memories from last night came crashing down, breath hitching as you can suddenly feel the cold harsh rain that fell on you, the pain that was on your right ankle and Huracan's enraged father.

You shake your head slightly to get rid of those thoughts as your fingers suddenly felt something soft underneath your touch- it was blankets that were neatly placed on you , you quickly removed it to look down at your right ankle, only to find it was wrapped in bandages, gently you moved it to the side and felt a slight pain.

It was less painful then you thought it would be causing your brows to furrow slightly.

Your eyes move up your body to find that you was now in a cream colored dress that had turquoise embroidery at the edges, the fabric felt extremly soft agaisnt your skin as you lift your arm to see it was a long sleeved dress.

The sound of footsteps echoing agaisnt the cave grabs your attention as you divert your attention towards the sound, heartbeating faster as your gaze is met with a woman- her skin is a marvelous shade of cerulean similar to Huracan's.

Your throat ran dry, the feeling of fear sinking within you when the lady made eye contact with you, the mask covered her mouth and nose, but you could still see the frown behind it.

You watched as the woman came towards the place you was, a tray was in her hands as she came towards you, the both of you making eye contact but the woman breaks it to leave the tray down on a small crafted table that was placed close to where the hammock was.

The woman did not say anything and just walks away leaving you restless s you gaze down at the tray to see it was filled with a variety of fruits- some you recognized and some you had never seen your whole life.

'Could she be related to Huracan?' You thought, mind a mess as yourbanxiety was slowly surfacing.

'Why did they not leave me on the beach?' Or 'Why did he not kill me?' You thought as no formidable answer came to mind making you feel even more anxious as your thoughts are once again interrupted by footsteps , gaze once again lifting up only for your eyes to widen slightly- it was Huracan's father.

Every step the king took was elegant and filled with authority. He still had that aura of regality with him, if not it was much stronger due to the cape he now adorned which was tucked into golden plates of armor on his shoulders.

What you noticed about him was that his skin didn't turn into a shade of cerulean nor did he wear any apparatus with water in it- you was curious but your fear was even greater.

He now stood a few feet from the hammock you sat on. The king's eyes held a look of apathy towards you, making you feel like you wanted to dissolve into nothing under his gaze.

"You're finally awake." The king breaks the silence between the two of you, gaze never leaving you as he continued to speak.

"To expiate for the way I behaved towards you in such a hostile manner last night, I have brought you here so that my healers can help and assist to heal you much faster." K'uk'ulkan states, voice echoing through out the cave- sending chills to spiral down your spine.

Feeling great trepidation, you gave a small nod and mumbled a soft 'thank you'.

K'uk'ulkan could see the uneasiness bubbling within you, the way you anxiously let your fingers dig into the blankets that surrounded you.

He was extremly grateful towards you for saving and nourishing his son but he couldn't fully trust you— your acts of kindness could have a hidden ulterior motive yet he took the risk because of his son's attachment towards you.

K'uk'ulkan was just going to leave you on the beach- that being his way of showing gratitude by not killing you for finding out about the Talokanils existence but seeing his son cry over your body, pleading him to save you- he could not just leave you, leading to you being brought here to heal.

You finally mustered the courage to ask him where you was but the sound of feet pattering agaisnt the floor echoed through out the cave as from a conner Huracan appears, a large smile graced upon his face from behind his apparatus.

Your eyes widen, an unknown smile gracing your features as the king looks away from you and towards the young boy that entered the place he was not allowed to.

"Hura what are you-"y/n!" The child excitedly shouts cutting his father's words and runs past him, only to head towards you.

"Huracan, wow ! Slow dow-" your words being muffled when the boy jumps and hugs you tightly almost dropping the both of you off the hammock as it sways unsteadily.

Hauran was elated at the sight of you still being alive, his arms rung around you tightly. He was anxious the whole night about you, pestering his father non stop- he just so happened to sneak up to the surface when he saw his father going and to his luck found you awake again.

"I'm so happy you are alive!" The boy cried out and finally let's go of you, only to cling onto your arm and take a seat on the Hammock.

You roll your shoulders due to the boy hugging you so tightly and the fact that his hug was almost bone crushing.

"Huracan, stop being clingy- you might hurt her even more." The king sighs out tiredly ,cautiously watching as you gave Huracan a gentle side hug.

"Hurcan seems to have taken a great liking towards you , usually he finds it hard to trust others and to create a bond with them." The king says in english towards you as you finally look up to make eye-contact with him, his brown eyes were not as harsh as they were last night but you could still see the uneasiness swirling with in them.

"I guess I am honored to earn his trust" you say thoughtfully as you swallow thickly.

" I would have not had anyone to assist me since I live alone, so once again thank you urm.." your words dying down slightly towards the end since you didn't know what to call the man.

"Namor." He states not too keen on allowing you to call him by his real name as he was still wary about you.

"K'uk'ulkan!" the boy says suddenly and points an accusing finger towards his father- who gave the young child a firm look.

"It's Namor to her, my child." K'uk'ulkan says, Huracan could only retaliate by sticking his tongue out towards his dad, this causing you to let out a stifled laugh which caused K'uk'ulkan to glare at you instantly cutting short your laugh.

"Y/n! you must eat, so you can get better! " the child says, lifting up what looks like a piece of melon towards you as you give the boy a smile as you understood what he meant from his gestures.

"It's okay, Hura. I'm not hungr-gwh" he pushes the small piece of melon into your mouth cutting your words as you was forced to take a bite.

You chewed the fruit slowly causing Hurcan to smile widely and feel happy that now he can take care of you.

K'uk'ulkan watched the two interact , he felt a slight pang of jealousy towards you, the surface dweller because you was able to form such a close relationship with the child.

Ever since Hurcan's mother's passing- the boy and his father's strong relationship was slowly breaking, K'uk'ulkan had made a promised to the young child that he won't let anything happen to his mother but that promise was broken along with Huracan's trust for his father when Huracan found his mother unmoving, the illness she had- had won against them leaving behind a heartbroken child and father.

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hi guys ! pls do reblog , like and share if you enjoyed < 3

also if you want, you can check out this one-shot namor x reader request i have written , it's a soulmate au ♡

𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 , namor x fem! human reader pt.1 ( soulmate au! )

Here's part 6

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐍

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— my works are for those 18+ only.

— do not translate, plagiarize, or repost my work.

— * indicates smut.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

* Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren's Call

Summary || A prophecy has tied you to the Feathered Serpent God before you even existed. Now, it’s time to come home.

My Last Breath I Will Give (sequel to "Take Me Into Your Arms, Siren's Call)

Summary || Talokan finally has their first heir.

© all rights reserved to honeystevie

[feasibilities]

Okay.....👉🏾👈🏾 if Namor draws his strength from water then if he and the reader have sex in the shower, namor would obliterate her cooch cuz he draws his strength from water.. (running water in this case)😅

Peele' ti' le ducha (18+) ☈

Warnings: Dom!Namor, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, etc.

Author's Note: If I'm being honest, I've thought of that too. If he sources energy from water through his skin, he is basically unstoppable on any coast in the world. Enjoy!

Namor was always a fantastic lover, but he was extraordinary underwater. You needed regular breaks when you two were there. You felt like he was going to break fuck you in half. He became more primal as the water acted as a shot of adrenaline. You wondered how he would be in the shower.

"Want to take a shower together?" You inquired. He nearly flew to the bathroom. You followed behind him as quick as you could. Before you knew it, he was completely nude. This was one of the rare times you saw his gills.

You two lovingly washed each other's bodies & hair. When you went to turn the water off, he grabbed your arm. His eyes were dark and his breathing quickened.

"We're not finished, yáakunaj. Turn around and put your hands on the wall." He commanded.

You followed his orders while he turned the waterfall shower head so it rained on you two. You shivered at the sudden sensation. He kissed your neck and ran his hands down your body. He brushed his fingertips against your clit & folds. Biting back a moan, you turned your head away. He grabbed your throat and pulled you back towards him.

"Don't tease..." You whined.

You felt him slide into you and heard a deep groan come from him. Your eyes fell closed as you tried to accommodate his size. He didn't want to wait, however. He started thrusting at a brutish pace, earning indelicate moans from you. He had a vice grip on your hips. The sounds of skin hitting skin & your moans filled the bathroom. You felt your arousal drip down your legs.

You reached down to grab his hand before he snatched your wrist and put it against the wall. He tried to keep his strength under wraps but to no avail. He suddenly turned you around & lifted your leg. You kissed him desperately. He entered you once again & thrusted roughly. You felt as if your bones were shaking.

"Jach ki'ichpam a wilik/You look so beautiful." Namor cooed, looking into your eyes. Once he was close, he rested his head in your neck. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You dug your nails into his back. You felt yourself fluttering around his manhood & a familiar warmth bubbled in your lower stomach.

You felt his seed spill into you, hearing him groan. You weren't far behind. He rested his forehead against yours & fucked you through your climax. He enjoyed seeing you unravel. The elixir of your lovemaking dripped down your leg. Now, you had no question of his powers underwater--regardless of where it was sourced from.

[quaememinisse]

Careful What You Sing Ch. 2

Plot: A mermaid's song captivates the attention of an old Mayan god.

Warnings: smut, female orgasm kink, pregnancy/impregnation kink, nsfw

Themes: Romance, Smut, Non-con

Author's Note: He makes me just waterfall in my panties. I don’t understand it…I haven’t been this aggressively turned on by a villain since Loki. I feel he would be very good at sex. One has to understand different elements that they are designed for, right? Like water ;) He can fly in the air and underwater, basically, so...Something is just so hot about a guy that can make a woman cum. I’m lucky enough to have that in order to write more detail in the sex. Spent the weekend with my boyfriend, and Idk how tf I can even walk right now…

Chapter 2 of 2. Read chapter 1.

K’uk’ulkan reaches for Samara’s hip and starts to massage it. It becomes clear to her that she will not be going anywhere anytime soon. By the time K’uk’ulkan tires himself out, rolling onto his side, and clutching her around the waist, panting, she can tell that if she stands, she will hardly walk straight. The mermaiden had gone from defiantly resisting everything that is happening, to succumbing to the pleasure the god keeps giving to her. She had stopped pushing him away and let him have his way with her. Never in her life did she orgasm so much, even in her tricentennial trek. K’uk’ulkan sent her into blinding, full body paroxysms. Breathing shakily, she reminisces the moments that had passed just fifteen minutes prior…

“I can tell that you like it, my love,” K’uk’ulkan stated with a grin and satisfied laugh, “You squeeze on me inside. Your screams…you pull—” and he had been cut short by his own climax. He put her into various positions, which kept changing the way he felt inside of her. However, she always felt completely stuffed, no matter which way he moved her body. He mainly seemed to enjoy having her on her back, in positions where he could watch her face twist with pleasure when she came, pillows under her sacral space, one of her legs over his brawny shoulders, which he enjoyed holding onto while standing with her in both arms, pounding so hard that Samara had screamed several times.

When he slung her leg over his shoulder in bed and propelled between her thighs, kneeling and biting his lower lip with anticipation, she squirted. Her entire body shook and she went into what seemed like a brief seizure. K’uk’ulkan did not give her room to breathe. He had turned her onto her back almost immediately, the pillows supporting her lower body, grunting when she felt him at her entrance again, where he had promptly pushed himself inside while she was still in the throes of climax. Another orgasm built itself upon the one she was already having, as K’uk’ulkan assaulted her G spot with no remorse, using an up and down bob motion with his hips. She gazed up at him with her face twisted in pleasure, which made K’uk’ulkan hard.

Even when he turned her to face away from him, and swiftly pulled her into a kneeling position, Samara came. After the tenth orgasm in this position, he had rested on his side, taking her with him, staying snuggly fit inside her like a sword in its rightful sheath.

“Keep your leg open,” he breathed, nipping into her neck and pummeling her deep. His thick head teased her G-spot with every thrust. His shaft had become so wet with her arousal that it was very easy for K’uk’ulkan to thrust with this speed. Samara had lost control, crying out in pleasure, and her leg dipped. His large hand fit around her entire knee, his grip tightening there slightly with every orgasm. She had become putty in the god’s hands. She screamed, and the god paused to feel her clenching cunt to the fullest, keeping himself buried to prevent her wetness from forcing him out with her contractions.

“Mmmmmmm…Is that pleasure, in yaakunaj?” he asked, knowing full well that it was. She tried to look him in the eyes, and her mouth opened briefly as though she were going to say something, but instead, she moaned and her eyes rolled. He felt powerful. She was cumming so much that she stopped resisting him. Even her cunt felt to K’uk’ulkan to have given way a bit more, obediently. She was still the tightest thing he had ever been inside of, but her sloppy wetness let him in like he was diving into the ocean, embracing its power. She smelled of the sea’s sweetness, her soul a beautiful display that he wanted for himself.

“Open yourself to me, in yaakunaj,” he told her lasciviously. His words sent her over the edge and he grinned. She gripped at his chest and shoulder, clawing, pulling one of his necklaces off in her seizure.

He held her very closely to his warm body, and moaned into her flesh from behind, nipping her neck in ways that would leave bruises. He pulled out suddenly, and Samara gasped. He practically gaped her, his girth was so intense. To feel it taken away was like losing something vital. He merely wanted her on her back again. He plunged her, a breath catching in his throat. The veins in his neck showed themselves in the candle light, and Samara had seen a bead of sweat on his golden skinned forehead. She felt him fill her with his copious, thick, searing seed again, which he did very deeply each time he finished. K’uk’ulkan kept thrusting when the moment passed, not caring about the wet mess growing on the sheets, or Samara panting and sweating like she could not take another orgasm, though she would…

She fears to try to move from this bed, knowing he will more than likely make love to her again if he wakes. His breaths over the top of her head make Samara shiver slightly, some of the air passing across her bare shoulder. K’uk’ulkan’s naked body radiates warmth, however, keeping her comfortable. She contemplates getting up a while longer, beginning to waver in K’uk’ulkan’s heat. She crawls prone towards the edge of the bed slowly, gently pulling out of the god’s arms. He sighs, and she pauses. He doesn’t get up. When she finally stands, K’uk’ulkan’s ichor drips continuously down her inner thighs. She ignores the sensation, still recovering physically and mentally. Samara can still feel K’uk’ulkan’s big hands on her skin, all over her body. She was so frightened originally that she wasn’t able to fully appreciate the beauty of K’uk’ulkan’s bedchambers. She knows only that the doors have been under guard from the moment he brought her here. Had anyone heard her screaming for help? Screaming and sighing out of pleasure?

The blood rising to her cheeks, Samara is glad that she is at least alone. And then she recalls that she is not alone. K’uk’ulkan had only left her once since he took her from the shores. He had not told her where he was going, only that she was not to leave their chambers. Out of fear, she had listened, and literally sat where K’uk’ulkan had led her before leaving. This was not long before her returned and offered her the same drink she had grown to like. At least she likes something about this place. She glances over at the sleeping god and ponders how she might try to kill him for several seconds. He had absconded with her, no chance to say goodbye to her few kin. She grows weak in the knees, suddenly, hearing again the words K’uk’ulkan says to her, feeling his girth stretching her with no restraint. She finally falls to her knees, overtaken by images of her various dreams. Knowing they have not yet all come to pass, Samara shivers with what feels like anticipation now.

“In yakunaj…” K’uk’ulkan’s hands are truly there this time. He is carrying her back to their bed. It seemed he knew she was sleepwalking. Had they been together many times before, with these dreams? She begins to feel as though she knows him, as though she had always known him.

“Did you have a nightmare?” he asks her, rubbing her shoulders, gradually tracing down her torso, removing her hands where she covers her naked breasts. His touch seems to put her under a spell, and now all she wants is K’uk’ulkan to be inside of her. She moans pleasurably at his fingertips deeply massaging her hips. She feels overheated, dry to the touch.

“Water,” she whispers desperately.

She knows not how long K’uk’ulkan had been keeping her in bed, only that it seemed to be days and nights. He stands and starts to walk to the large doors of their chamber. He opens them, dismissing his guards, before returning to the bed to pick Samara up. He doesn’t walk long before entering another chamber where the stone floor ends and water begins. He places Samara gently into the slightly ripping water. Her scales begin to erupt almost immediately, and her chin faces the ceiling as she screams in pain, losing her land legs. K’uk’ulkan’s hands steady her throughout the transformation, something Samara had not experienced previously. She had been unconscious when he brought her here.

            “Easy, my love,” he says, stroking her hair, having held it in the water, her ears submerged, but she can still hear him speak. She realizes he is not going to leave her side.

            “Do you hunger? Are you still thirsty?” he asks.

She wonders how long he will let her stay here. The open ocean calls her, but she remains in the same trance she had been when she first met him. His hand pauses atop her belly, which has swollen just a little bit following the return of her tail. She gasps, discovering that this change has caused the rapid progression of a new life. Had K’uk’ulkan known this would happen? Her eyes fix upon a throne, which she had been too wear to notice when she entered this room for the first time.

            “I want to be in the water.” She had not uttered much to him until now.

            “Then I will stay with you,” K’uk’ulkan remarks.

He releases her, to her surprise. She could try to swim away, but she knows it matters not to where she runs. There is an odd pull between her and his magnificence. She can’t seem to break this trancelike feeling. His chocolate gaze follows her as she swims a little bit further from him. He ventures further to join her. He seems mesmerized by her tail, staring at it through the water. She submerges herself and watches him swim overhead, gazing down at her. She longs for her legs back, suddenly, seeing the parts of him which had given her immense pleasure. But alas, her tail would strictly prevent this. She felt she was barely loose enough to accept him in her human form. There was no way she would have been able to do this in her true state. She swims towards the stone floor, knowing he will follow her. Samara pulls herself out of the water, shaking her tail.

            “It must stay wet,” he said, unsure why she would beach herself. Wet is exactly what she yearns to be. It isn’t long before he’s sitting beside her. His hands reach for her fish portion and caress the shining scales there, reaching into the water and cupping the fluid to keep dousing her tail. She drags herself towards the wall, where there are these beautiful and colorful murals, in which Samara can see K’uk’ulkan. K’uk’ulkan follows, inquiring of her. She screams, gripping his arms to brace herself for the change again. There was what appeared to be worry in the god’s eyes, however he had simply let her hold him, keep her shoulders stable, while she lost her tail. Catching her breath, she looks at him with longing, parting her fresh legs. The god took advantage of her gesture, bringing Samara’s hands to his member, which starts to harden as soon as her fingertips make contact.