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fantoche72 · 2 years ago

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THIS WAS GOOD OMFFG

Right as Right (2/5)

Namor x afabOC x Attuma

Warnings: Slight angst, Fluff, Smut, Squirting, Hair pulling, P in V, Overstimulation, Impact play (slightly), Oral (fem), Polygamy. Wordy but worth it.

Authors note: soundtrack linked at the bottom.

Xahli met with Riri in the lab to discuss the new treaty Wakanda had with Talokan. In just two weeks time the teen had created a forcefield for Talokan. The nation would be hidden in plane sight and able to avoid intruders. Furthermore, any detection of vibranium in Talokan would be pretty much null now. This was the dead end for future colonizers. Talokan was finally safe and would not have to rehome themselves. While Riri prepared to make the journey to install the forcefield, Xahli had a day and a half to ponder on what exactly Namor meant.

She waited for Attuma by the shore in the same night gown she wore seeing Namor. Her assigned Dora’s knew not to sound the alarm at his arrival going forward. He stood there in front of her, dripping in water from head to toe. She looked at the way the water rippled down his muscles. She was very much attracted to him—-which wasn’t good at all. She was to marry one man, not two. She silently turned around and led him back inside. She made sure to lock the door behind them and instructed him to sit on the bed after she laid a towel down for him. He was damp but the material he wore was surprisingly absorbent.

“ I want answers”, her arms crossed with frustration. He blinks at her a few times but does not answer. Attuma had a habit of tuning things out.

“ Why do you do that fucking thing where you act like you don’t understand me? I know you understand me. Why is Namor acting like we met before? When we talked on the phone last night, he alluded to us having some sort of…past connection. I need to know the truth. Who did you mistake me for? ”

Still no answer.

“ Attuma.”

He looks out at her window. He’s ignoring her. He even crosses his big arms. She nearly gasped from his attitude.

“ Attuma, please….”. He clicks his translator on.

“ It is not my story to tell. This is not my duty”, says the robotic voice.

She got on her knees, kneeling between his spread legs. She placed her hands on either side of his thighs, looking up at him. She knows what she’s doing. She saw the way he looked at her tonight, she was nobody’s fool at how sheer the gown was.

“ Attuma…please”, she placed her hand on his stomach. He takes a deep inhale and snatches her wrist with his fist, gripping tightly. She gasps at his quick movement.

“ Do not do that. Do not suggest what I can’t have in front of my face. I know what game you are playing. He gave me direct orders”, he seethed. Even his translator’s voice was angry.

“ I’m not —.”

“ You think me ….a big dumb fool who can’t think for himself?! Easily swayed ?”, he throws her wrist back to her body and she stands up in offense.

“ You’re putting words in my mouth! ”,

“ Or do I speak what you cannot? I am leaving”, he stands up and begins to walk past her.

“ Attuma wait ”, she pulls his arm, hanging her body weight on him. It’s no use whatsoever. He continues to the door. She drops him arms, watching him walk out the door.

“ I feel connected to you!”, she rushes. He stops in her hallway.

“ I- when we’re close I feel something. I feel something with Namor and with you. I feel like I’m going crazy. I just want somebody to be honest with me. I don’t want riddles or hints. Just lay it on me. I can take it. I’m not a child”, she scolded. He turns to her but does not re-enter her room.

“ Just come sit please….I’m sorry”, she pouts. He sighs heavily and walks back over to his previous spot. God, this woman was running him ragged. There were a million other things he had to do, but here he was in Wakanda. He sits back down next to her and rests his elbows on his knees in a tired fashion.

“ Namor believes that you are his lost one. His betrothed…back again. Our fallen Queen who left us too soon. You look like her, sound like her and act like her in many ways. You are her—reborn. You are Queen Coaxoch. The serpent’s flower.”

“ What…”

“ Deep in Talkoan there is a statue of the Queen and Namor. There is artwork of her in various places. Look for yourself if you don’t believe me. You are a ghost come to life. A relic.”

It takes her a moment to fully process what he said.

“ And what about our connection ?”, she asks almost hopefully.

“ We were….close friends”, he says through gritted teeth. That wasn’t entirely true. Sure, they held a deep companionship but it wasn’t just that. Xahli looks at him as if she didn’t fully buy his lie. She pressed her palm to the side of his face, feeling the side of his mask. She wanted nothing more than to take it off and feel his mouth. He rested his hand on top of hers, staring up at her with a careful look. She pulled away and sat down on the floor in front of him, with her head in her hands. Now her connection to Talokan made sense. Of course she had Talokanil blood—because in some distant way she was connected with the Lost Queen. “ I can see the wheels turning in your head ”, he says.

“ I don’t know what Namor thinks he sees. What happens when he realizes that I’m a lifetime away from ever being like her? My name is Xahli and I was born in Wakanda. And yes I have lineage in Talokan but how much does that really matter ? I’m not a part of that world. Sure I look like her but we’re two different people”, she insists.

“ Whether you are actually her or not, he does not care. He will move the moon and stars to have you. Her death was too hard on him. Had he not found you sooner, Wakanda would be underwater.”

“ He likes the idea of me BEING her.”

I don’t think Namor is asking you to be someone you are not. I’m not asking you to be someone you are not. Just be Xahli and try your best to embrace Talokanil culture. Other than that, what more is there to do? ”, Attuma encouraged.

“ That’s some pretty sound advice for a guy with selective hearing ”, she snorted.

“ Selective hearing? My hearing is fine “, he insists.

“ It’s a phrase. It’s nothing”, she rolls her eyes, sitting down next to him on her bed.

“ Show me more of the strange devices in your room Princess Xahli “, he stands up now. Xahli follows and walks him over to a dresser where family pictures sat.

“ This is a picture of me and my siblings when we were little kids”, she hands him a picture frame.

“ This technology captures someone –like through the eyes ?”

“ Yes. It captures what we would call a picture the same way one’s eyes would. This picture was taken with a device called a camera. A camera lens takes all the light rays bouncing around and uses glass to redirect them to a single point, creating a picture. When all of those light rays meet back together on a digital camera sensor or a piece of film, they create a sharp image.”

“ Don’t you worry that a picture like this one…could steal your soul? Imagine if somebody got this picture and intended to do harm with it? Why not a painting or drawing to remember ? , he warned.

“ Hm, that’s an interesting point of view. I have heard of people using photos for spiritual work. I’ve even heard some people say that they don’t breathe in pictures for that very reason. Here on the surface, we use these photos to remember each other exactly how we were. I’ll never be that age again or look the same. This picture helps me remember that—it helps my family remember me like that too”, said Xahli.

“ I see. I wouldn’t do it myself but I see how it is useful. I have very few memories of myself as a child.”

“ This is a picture of my brother. This was right after he became the black panther.”

“ Ah. King T’challa?”

“ Yes.”

Attuma witnessed a reminiscent smile spread across her face as tears filled her eyes.

“ Yes, he was 30 years old here. Isn’t he so handsome? He was so happy this day”, she sniffled. Attuma paused and took a look at the singular tear that poured upon her cheek. She went to swipe it away in shame but he grabbed her hand before she could. He wiped her tears with his other hand. He inspected the water pouring on his finger tip. He found it interesting that surface people cried water. She stared up at him wildly as he pulled his mask off and rested it on her dresser, careful not to spill the water inside. He pulled her closer to him, leaned down and pressed his cool lips to hers. They molded to her like they’d been there before. He grunts as she pushes herself against him. He grabbed the back of her head and slipped his tongue into her mouth. A taste all too familiar to him. She’s just as sweet as he remembered. She moaned at how tightly he gripped her waist and she found herself being inched up his torso until her legs were around his waist. He walked her to her bed and they collapsed on it. His weight completely pinned her to the mattress as he continued to ravish her mouth with his. She wanted nothing more than to be pinned under him for all time at that moment. She moaned again, this time it was more needy. Desire pooled between her legs. Her body wanted her to finish something between them. His touch felt familiar, like an old song. The words were coming back to her.

He sucked her bottom lip until It was swollen. Their teeth clashed, she was panting and pulling at his armor. Suddenly he pulled away. He needed water again. He pulled away almost apologetically and walked back to her dresser. He carefully put it back on his face and took a deep inhale in. She’d completely forgotten about that barrier. That very obvious barrier between them. He panted in his mask for a few seconds as they stared at each other. Her dress was pushed up to her thighs just before her panties and her straps were off her shoulders. She adjusted herself and pulled her dress down frantically. What had she done?

“ We can’t - I’m sorry. We can’t do that again”, she began to pace.

“ I will not tell if you command it”, his voice is sad.

“ I command you then”, she says breathlessly.

“ Okay.”

She stops to look at him. She mindlessly touches her mouth. It felt too right to be wrong but how would she explain it? Namor didn’t deserve this. He was far too gentle, kind and understanding to be slighted this way. But then again does he care ? How would she know what he did when he went away? Either way it was morally wrong.

“ I will go princess”, he heads for the door.

“Attuma ”, she blurts out. He stops and looks over his shoulder at her.

“ I’m sorry if I’m —making any of this worse. And i’m sorry that i’m not her ”, she pleads.

“ There’s nothing to apologize for”, he says in English now—clearly. Her eyes widen in shock as he leaves out of her door.

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Xahli twirls in one of the dresses made for her. It was filled with feathers the color of corral. The bottom flowed while the top wrapped around her waist and torso, stopping just under her neck. This was one of 10 they’d made for her since her arrival. Three servants worked with her, helping her in and out of her dresses. Namor had a large mirror installed for her near her hammock. He listens from a distance, occasionally peeking out of his tent to watch the beauty.

“ Do you like this one ? ”she asked hopefully.

“ There isn’t a thing you can’t wear .”

“ You say that about everything.”

“ It is not my dress to choose. Only yours.” He chuckles at her expression. She rolls her eyes and turns back to the mirror. All of the dresses fit her perfectly, they were made for her after all. She decided she would pick the dress at the last minute to surprise Namor. After trying on a few more dresses her expression turns dull. Memories of Attuma come back to her. He could see her getting drained and sent the servants away.

Ever since she came back, she had a hard time maintaining her spark. Namor made her very happy but when her mind wondered she’d become so dull. He took notice of that. His shell picked up her conversation with Attuma. He wasn’t even trying to listen at first. He kept the device beside him as he slept but then he heard Attuma break the news. News that he informed him not to tell her quite yet. He didn’t want this transition to be hard for Xahli.

On one peculiar night, Namor returned to the cave late in the night to check on Xahli. She just so happened to be awake, dipping her feet in the cracks of water on the ground.

“ Hey”, she perked up seeing his face. He returned the same smile, happy they’ve gotten to a place where they were outwardly glad to see one another.

“ Can’t sleep?”

“ No. I think I might be anxious for the wedding.”

“ That’s expected.” Namor sits beside her, twiddling a water mask between his thumbs.

“ I never thought I’d get married.”

“ Why?”

“ I don’t know. For a long while my career was my sole focus. Sure there were other men who I cared for. I figured I was so blessed in other areas, that marriage wouldn’t make a difference in my life. If it happened I’d welcome it and If it didn’t then that was okay too. I never imagined this though.”

“ Is it a good thing or a bad thing ?”

“ Definitely not a bad thing. Knowing I have roots here makes it easier. If I concentrate really hard sometimes your traditions almost feel familiar. It’s nice.”

“ I’m happy to hear that. Namora was not sure if you’d be able to make the transition. She thought you’d be living the rest of your life in a cave. In her defense you do spend a lot of time here but you have another home. Another life where you choose what to do with it. I don’t want you to feel stuck .”

“ If anything it’s been an adventure.” Xahli nudged his arm playfully. He grinned.

“ Well then what’s one more adventure? ”, he hands her the mask.

“ Where are you taking me ? “, a smile slowly creeps on her face.

“ It’s a surprise.”

She takes the mask and fits it to her face, sealing it tightly to her skin. They walk to the opening of the cave and she holds onto him tightly, bracing for the cold water.

He glided through the ocean as easily as he breathed. He may have looked like a man but he might as well have been a fish. Xahli didn’t bother to open her eyes this time because she hated traveling in dark water. It was unlikely she’d be able to see anything in the first place. Him however, he could see like a cat in the night. A few minutes later they arrive on the coast of a beach. Namor holds her firmly as they both peek out of the water. He carefully guides her to the water’s edge.

“ Where are we? “

“ The Yucatán peninsula in Mexico. My mothers.” Xahli turned to the left and saw a giant North American pyramid in the dark. It was massive. It finally settled in for her just how ancient Namor was. He was history itself.

“ Wow. This is breathtaking. I mean how do people even build that sort of thing? I mean I KNOW they built it but to see it here now. It’s crazy to imagine.”

“ Yes it’s quite beautiful. Just never go inside. Not even I could protect you.” He picked her up bridal style and gently floated her to the edge of a cliff. In the distance she saw faint lights and smelled cooked meat. A little village of small brick homes sat in the distance. All around them sat fruit, jewelry, clothes, dolls and more. Anything could be an offering.

“ Is it okay for them to see you? Don’t you worry that somebody would try to harm you off ?”

“ They already have. These are their offerings to me. They’ve seen me before but they don’t hurt me. They couldn’t hurt me. They understand not to get close or speak to me.”

“ And do you ever take them? ”

“ The offerings? At times. Most times it is the gesture that counts. They could never truly give me something I don’t already have. Except maybe you of course.”

“ Am I your offering?”, she chuckled, only joking of course.He humors her.

“ Perhaps you are. Perhaps you are a peace offering from higher gods. Perhaps you were a bargain to soothe my wrathe for the surface world. A world I very much intended to destroy before I met you.” He smirked, picking up a pair of cloth pants and a shirt. A chill ran down her spine at the thought. Being with someone as powerful as Namor was incredibly intriguing and somewhat arousing. Though she wouldn’t admit it, the idea of her being an offering to an angry sea god? It was a deliciously sick thought she would keep tucked away for a rainy night.

“ Put this on. I’ll have to fly you to our next destination. I don’t want you getting sick.” Namor grabbed a pair of shorts and a cotton long sleeve shirt. He turned around to give her privacy and pulled the brown linen on. Xahli stripped from her wet clothes and pulled on the cotton set.. She grabbed a wool scarf and wrapped her hair in it.

“ Wait. It’s a doll of you “, she gasped and picked it up from the pile of offerings. She gushed about how cute it was.

“ They actually got you down pretty good. This person must have seen you. They gave you very long hair though. Yours is short.”

“ I used to have long hair down my back. I cut it once it got caught in the mouth of a sunfish.”

Xahli just smiled and tucked it into her pants pocket. She didn’t know if the doll would survive the trip back to Talokan, but she hoped for the best. Namor picked her up like nothing and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took off into the sky, disappearing just behind the clouds.

“ Holy shit “, she sputtered nervously.

“ Hold on tightly”, he readjusted her until her arms were hooked under his arms and wrapped around his back. She might as well have been on a roller coaster or a jet. Namor was FAST and nimble. “ OH MY FUCKING GOD !”, she screamed into the night air. Her head wrapped nearly unraveled as he tucked her face into the crook of his neck. He nearly laughed as loud as she screamed.

“ What do you want me to do? Any slower and we won’t be back until the wedding”, he says. She wondered just where they were going. Xahli’s screams cracked through the night sky as her stomach dropped when she peaked to look out at the ground. Eventually she adjusted and quieted down. It was so peculiar knowing he was her life line, holding her body like nothing while tearing through the atmosphere. She rested her chin on his shoulder taking a few stabilizing breaths. She saw the tops of entire cities pass her by. Sky scrapers, villages, plains of grass and oceans zoom by her. She got particularly cold when they passed through the mountainous parts. They flew over Christ the redeemer and it finally gave her a clue to where they were. “ We’re in Rio?”, she gasped.

“ Almost there.”

Minutes later they land behind a tree line and walk out onto sand. Namor had taken her to Copacabana beach in Rio de Janeiro.

“ Wow. This place is beautiful”

“Brazil has beautiful beaches.”

Xahli watches children run around each other on the coast, splashing one another. Street vendors walked on the street with coconuts, fruit and fried finger food.

“ Namor you have no idea what you just did. I was so obsessed with Brazil as a child.”

“ Really. I just assumed you’d enjoy the view.”

“ No way this is condescending.“

“ Maybe it’s just our connection. ” Xahli shyly smiles, turning to the water. She gets closer to the shore and Namor watches her from about 6 feet away. She was truly beautiful. The view paled in comparison to her. The water tickles her toes as the sand brushes against the flat of her foot. She looks happy and he finally feels a completion that had been robbed from him for quite some time. They walk the shore slowly, enjoying the music coming from further in the city. Xahli noticed Namor’s hesitance to go further In land. He kept to the shore and so did she for a time. Not many people were on the beach. She makes a seat in the sand just before the water. It was hot with a cool breeze, the perfect temperature for him.

“You know you say things sometimes that are kind heavy.”

“ Like?”

She scoffs. “Like everything you’ve said since we’ve met. Or maybe what you said on the phone last week.”

“ Did it upset you?”

“ No.. you’re just intense sometimes that’s all.”

“ I can back off.”

“ Well…It’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just..” she trails off unsure of how to express herself.

“ I know what Attuma told you and I know you have been wrestling with the thought in your mind ever since you found out. It’s why your smile fades so quickly. I brought you here in hopes that it would bring you some clarity–along with me answering any questions that you have about it “

“ Wait what. He told ? “, she snapped angrily.

“ No. I overheard the shell. I was not trying to listen but the shell picked it up and I could not turn away. I fear it works a little too well.”

“ oh…. Well in that case, yeah I have been a bit… confused.”

“ What do you want to know ?”

“ How did this happen? I mean how do you know for sure?”

“ When I said that I have seen people come back, I meant it. It’s hard to explain. It can’t be said if it’s them in a different form or perhaps the gods ran out of faces. What I do know is that the minute I saw you–I knew you. Even though you looked like her, your appearance did not affirm the truth, it was how I felt. I felt you from across the room.”

“ I felt something too. I was afraid—truthfully I thought you were using some sort of power on me. I thought your allure was a part of who you were. Maybe it was some sort of trap for outsiders. Why catch people trying to poke around Talokan when you can draw them to you.”

“ Talokanil has other ways to draw out the Verman from above. You’re thinking of mermaids.”

“ Are you not mermaids… technically?”

“ No. You’d better hope you never meet one. They’re quite vicious.”

“ Wow…”

They’re silent for a moment, just thinking to themselves and her eyes widen in realization. Namor had heard ALL of the conversation with Attuma. That meant the Kiss as well. She stills in fear. She’s betrayed his trust. She figured it would happen and she’d just put it behind her and never do it again but now he knew.

“ Namor…”

“ Clean slate. Don’t even mention it.”

“ But I did something very wrong. That wasn’t cool at all. I didn’t mean-“

“ Clean slate Xahli. Really. Don’t mention it.”

She tucks her lips into her mouth nervously. She read his face and he didn’t seem mad at all. He just seemed thoughtful. She’s embarrassed most of all. She looks at the side of his face, he’s unmoved by it. Still she doesn’t want him to get the wrong impression. “ I know you said drop it but I don’t want you to think that this is what marriage will be like. I’m not a sneaky person. I don’t plan on seeing other people unless that’s what you—I mean —I know we still don’t know each other so maybe that’s why you don’t care but I would never step outside of our agreement unless we talked about it and—“

“ Xahli, I’m not upset. Those types of trivial things mean nothing to me. Monogamy, sex, infidelity —people get so fickle when it comes to the premise of what a relationship should be. An agreement is an agreement and we haven’t established what our relationship will look like yet. There is no bad blood between us. I’m far too old to argue about such things.”

“ Well. If I saw you kissing another woman I’m not sure how I’d react.”

“ You won’t see me kissing another woman.”

“ But you could. If we have not discussed the terms of our marriage, you could do whatever you wanted because you never promised me monogamy ”

“ I have no desire to do that”, his tone raises in annoyance. Xahli isn’t convinced by his calm demeanor.

“ What do you desire then? Hm?”

“ You. I desire you…Xahli.”

Her breath is caught for a moment as she looks at his longing expression.

“ Sometimes I am confused if I should refer to you and her as the same person. In my heart I believe that you were once her. I have been without you for so long. I have driven myself into madness in your absence for so long that I will have you anyway I can. Even if it’s just by the touch of your hand. Or the brush of my finger against your cheek. Or even the sight of you. Knowing you’re there is enough. If you decided that our marriage was strictly a friendship, then I would have to respect that wish. Not only because you left your world to be part of mine, but because I respect your decisions. I thought I made it clear, anything you want is yours. You may have anything your heart desires as long as you agree to be my Queen.”

Xahli’s chest burns at his confession. She’d never felt wanted that way before. The way he looks at her….it’s not human. It’s unnatural to be longed for so badly. Or maybe she just never truly understood what it meant to be wanted in that way. Most importantly she felt seen. She doesn’t have time to think about her actions. She collapses into his mouth, falling into his chest and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. Their kiss is urgent and rough. He collapses into the sand until she’s straddling him, tasting his mouth and tongue. She leaves not a single inch of his mouth explored and he lets her, remaining an anchor for her as she fulfills her own desires. She pulled away just barely, hovering her face closely over his. She notices a chuckle from far away and sees two old women giggling at them. Her face drops in annoyance and she pulled away embarrassed.

“ We…should probably get up, we look crazy..” Xahli grabs his hand and pulls him up to his feet. From a distance a man pushing a food cart called out to the few people on the beach. He had warm food left over and was done selling for the day. It was free of charge. Xahli pulls Namor in the direction of the man but he stays behind at the shore, not wanting to mingle with any more surface people than he had to.

Xahli approached the man and he gave her 2 free Coxinha, and 2 Pão de queijo. He even topped her off with a Brazilian limeade. She thanked the man and ran back to the shore. Namor tried the Coxinha and claimed that it was just okay but far too greasy. She insisted he wash it down with limeade and he claimed it was too sweet. She pulled away the straw with a deadpan expression.

“ I am not impressed with this surface food so far.”

“ You’re just biased. One of these days I must cook for you. Then you will see surface people are good for something”, she chuckled. He rolls his eyes for the first time and she laughs at the sight. They continued to walk the shore until nobody was around. Eventually they left and he got Xahli back to the cave before sunrise.

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The Yucatán peninsula is the ancestral home of Namor’s mother. This is where they would tie the knot. Xahli was an absolute vision to Namor. Her hair was pulled back from her face in a large braid at the back of her head, wrapped around itself. Two thin braids framed her face in a loop on either side of her head. She decorated her braids in jade and gold hair jewelry and it matched her gold and green dress. In fact, Jade had become a huge part of dress because she was covered in it from head to toe. She wore jade and gold neck pieces, jade cuffs and jade anklets. Her colors were the colors of Talokan, the top was a chiffon like material that hugged and flowed down her body like water. It clung to her wet and nearly sheer. The torso part of the gown exposed her stomach and some of her cleavage. Her skin was glowing and complimented the gold accents throughout the dress. She looked every part of the Queen she was.

She sat on her knees across from him on the sacred marital blanket that was sewn for this night. The Shaman, named Eztli, stood in front of them while praying over his wife, tapping each side of her shoulders with burning herbs as he blessed her health and her life. Most importantly, her heart. As the shaman continued to venerate and bless their union, Namor and Xahli’s eyes met. He can tell she’s nervous and reaches out his hand to squeeze reassurance into her. She lets out an audible sigh of relief. The shaman moved onto Namor, blessing him as well. She realizes that this ceremony was nothing like the weddings of today’s time. In fact, most of the ceremony consisted of the union being blessed and warding off bad energy, sickness, hatred and bad luck. This ceremony also took place at night and outside.The beach was lit up with torches and decorated in flowers. Xahli’s of course can’t understand the shaman but Namor made sure to direct her accordingly.

Robes are draped around them and the shaman ties each end of the robes together, making a knot. The knot signified their connection and he prayed over that knot as well. Eztli reaches down to her bare stomach and blessed her womb briefly. The shaman then presents them with a bowl of a maroon colored paste. Namor dips his hands into the paste and takes her hands into his, saturating her hands in the bowl. He massaged the paste into her skin and it thickened in consistency. She could tell that it was clay. Namor then took two of his clay soaked fingers and rubbed it down both of her cheeks, down her chin and across her forehead.

“ This clay venerates our fallen ancestors. It represents their blood and eternal life. This is your protection. We ask the Gods and our ancestors to accept this union as true.” Namor saturates his hand again and gently smears it all on her exposed stomach. The paste goes on cool and then dries warm. His eyes never left hers as he massaged her stomach with his hand. He’d never touched her there before. The act in itself was intimate enough for her to blink away. She watches his hand completely cover her stomach, forming a perfect circle.

“Now it is your turn”, he says. Wiping his hand on a towel that laid beside him. The paste still stained his skin, much like henna or tumeric. Xahli hesitantly dips her hands in the clay and paints on his skin, following the exact same pattern she felt on her own. He watches her with pride, grateful for her dedication to their customs. She never once questioned the validity of a single tradition. She belonged here.

Etzli was pleased and he announced their marriage as legitimate. Only 200 Talokanil people stood in the distance with their masks on tight. In the distance she could see Attuma and Namora as well. She had no time to focus on the distractions of Attuma, this was their day. Namor explained that wedding ceremonies themselves were not a public display for all of Talokan. It’s only after their arrival and the announcement of the matrimony, would there be a celebration. She would re-enter Talokan as his bride.

Xahli is pulled to Namor in a burning kiss. Her hands rested on either side of his head as she hummed into his mouth with delight. It begins to pour rain and even thunder. It startled Xahli at first but Namor was proud. Their marriage was blessed by Chaak, the god of rain and abundance. This was a sign that this marriage would strengthen and bless Talokanil. Talokan bystanders begin a ceremonial hoot as they praise Chaak for the rain. Everytime Xahli pulls away Namor pulls her back to his lips. They let the rain wash them as their audience sang.

Yuumtsilo'ob ku betiko'ob k'áaxal bendiciones yóok'ol Talokan. ( Gods rain blessings on Talokan)

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Xahli barely had time to change out of her dress before Namora came to her hammock to retrieve her. There was a change in Namora. Her guard was down for Xahli and was seemingly accepting of their union entirely. Any doubts she had of the girl changed once Chaak immediately blessed their marriage. Namor had beaten Xahli r to the festivities because she wanted a break from the crowd for a bit. He sent Namora to get her “ Holy shit.” Xahli gawked at the dolphin race taking place in the open space of Talokan. Everyone was dressed up in their best attire. She’d never seen Talokanil this busy. The amount of people who lived in the nation was insurmountable now. There were people coming in droves from different cities. She could see by their attire that they had different jobs and ways of living than the farmers in the capital. There were also a lot more children in Talokan than she had guessed. Many of them sat around elders listening to stories and tales. Some people danced with each other or played instruments like drums and string like instruments with sound that somehow traveled through the water.

Dancers dressed up in costumes made of feathers and fish fins twirled around in celebration, representing Aztec gods. It reminded her of the Kompo dance she witnessed in other parts of her continent. The man in the costume danced around and she was consumed by giggles. Namora pulled her deeper into the crowd. They took a deep dive into the city and it took about five minutes for them to reach Namor’s real home. It was a pyramid.

And at the very front of that gigantic pyramid, sat a statue of Namor on the far left of the steps to the entrance. To the far right sat his first wife. Xahli froze in astonishment, it was like looking in the mirror. The statue’s expression was neutral but stern. She seemed like a fierce woman with her hair in long twists that reached her knees. They even etched in her jewelry and her gold bracelets that she stacked up and down her arms and legs. She didn’t realize how long she had zoned out until Namora appeared at the top of the pyramid, waving to her. Her and Namora met her at the entrance and Namor guided them into his home.

“ The pressure is the heaviest here. I can feel it.”

“ We are truly at the ground level of Talokan. If it begins to bother you let me know and I will take you back up.”

The decor on the inside of his home was similar to his tent. Colorful and filled with art and warmth. There were many stone appliances and most of the house was illuminated with a light source she couldn’t quite figure out. It couldn’t have been fire, otherwise it would burn out. Namor and Namora have an elegance to them as they cut through the water like they’re walking on land. They took each step into their house like gravity held them to it, while Xahli had to hold the walls to keep from touching the ceiling. She chuckled at how crazy she must look.

They entered a great hall that sprouted off into different rooms. She noticed Namor didn’t have a staircase so instead the great hall was open enough to show the second, third and fourth floor of the palace/pyramid that came to a point. Xahli was straggling behind, gawking at the architecture. There was a huge statue of his first love in the great hall next to an underwater waterfall that poured from the opening of the pyramid.

“ I’ll let you look around. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done. It’s the 6th door on your right ”, He said. He departed with Namora. Now that she noticed, a lot of the art work in his house centered around his lost one.. Her figure, her smile…her everything. This palace was his shrine to her and not in a creepy way but rather a grieving way. He worshiped her even after her death. As she explored deeper she came across a room that undeniably had a woman’s touch. This must have been her room. She shifted a curtain to find an array of colorful gowns beaded with all kinds of crystals and jewels. At the top of the wardrobe sat a headdress with feathers much like the one she’d seen Namor wear. She grazed the tips of the feathers with her fingers before she picked it up. It was completely red which she found interesting because it was the opposite of Namor’s. It was decked out in rubies and gold with a serpent at the very front of it. She puts the head piece back in its place and turns to leave the room until something catches her eye. It was a picture—an actual framed photo.

The picture was incredibly old, dating back to the 1920’s. The first thing that stood out to her was Namor’s hair. It was curly and tousled down to his chest and back. He wore the same septum but his neck piece was missing. He wore long slacks instead of his shorts. When her eyes moved to the woman in the photo, she froze. It made this all the more real. Statues made from stone and cement were one thing but this was different. It was like she was staring at a memory from a dream. A memory she couldn’t remember at all.

The woman’s hair was long and pulled back and she too wore a septum with exaggerated stretched lobes. She wore a bralette and a low hanging skirt. She was staring right into the camera with a stern expression. A fear comes over Xahli that she hadn’t experienced before. An overwhelming sense of doom filled her veins and she dropped the frame onto the table before rushing out of the room.

“ I want to go now. Namor. Namor ! “, Namor swims out of the kitchen with a look of concern on his face.

“ What? What’s wrong In reina ( My Queen) ?”

“ I want to go now.”

“ Oh—okay. Uh…we’ll go now but what’s the matter ? Are you feeling okay ?”

“ I’m fine, please just take me back”, she rushed.

Namor pulled her to him and quickly shot them both out of the opening of the waterfall. He took the quickest route back to the cave he could find. Xahli was tearing at her suit when she got back to his sanctuary. He helped her unbuckle the suit as her hands were far too shaky to aid her. She was panting heavily.

“ I can’t fucking breathe in that suit.”

“ It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He soothes her as he pulls the helmet off her head.

Her heart is beating so fast that she can feel it in her head and ears. She can’t catch her breath and she peels out of her clothes down to her shirt and underwear.

“ Tell me what is wrong.”

“ I can’t fuckin’ do it.”

“ Do what ? Do what ?”

“ This —I’m not her. I can’t fill what’s missing for you Namor. You had a whole life with this woman…dreams. I can’t even fucking spend the night in your bed for god sake. And I can’t help but to think about my own mortality. You’re 500 years old! What happens to me when I’m too old to bare your children. When I don’t look how I look now? When I can barely walk. What if I don’t even make it to old age ? What if I can’t lead like her ? What if I can’t —“

“ Xahli stop. Take a deep breathe”, Namor slowly approaches her with his hands out. She’s too frantic, pacing back and forth.

“ What happens when I’m gone just as soon as she was ? I won’t live a long life—-not even as long as a true Talokanil person. I’m only hurting you, AGAIN.”

“ Xahli.” He closed in on her and rested his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. He places a hand on her chest and demonstrates a deep breathe. She eventually follows suit, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling out her mouth. It takes her a good two minutes before she finally starts to settle. He rests his hands on either side her face. Her lip in trembling as he reassures her quietly.

“ What did you see in there that made you so upset ? “

“ I saw her photo. I saw all her things but the photo just fucked me up. I don’t want to die.” Her face breaks up into tears.

“ You’re not going to die.”

“ You don’t know that.”

“ I do.”

“ I’m not sure I was supposed to see that photo. Maybe it’s defying the laws of the universe or something I don’t know.”

“ You’re fine Xahli. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“ How can you say that knowing I’ll grow old and you won’t ? How ?!”

“ Because the choice is up to you.”

“ What?”

“ I didn’t want to have this conversation with you yet. I didn’t want it to happen this way. I told myself that if I found you again I would find a way to keep you forever. I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you a second time.”

“ What are you saying Namor?”

“ Do you remember when we were on the beach and I said that if you had Talokan lineage that over time you would adapt ?”

“ Yes.”

“ Years ago my shaman had a prophetic dream. He told me you would return to me somehow. The details of where you’d come from or how you would return remained vague. He presented me with a similar medicine as my ancestors. It would give you the ability to breathe water and air and shield you from sickness and death. That’s when I knew you’d come from the surface. I didn’t believe him entirely at first. If you were born on the surface then there was a good chance we would never meet but we did. I told myself I would let you make that decision. The weight of immortality is a heavy burden to carry Xahli. Only Chaak knows if you’ll even like me in the next 100 years. Marriage can be rocky, people evolve. I’ve done horrible things. I tested his serum on people. I was blinded by my grief. Truthfully I’m not sure my first wife would be proud of the man I am now. I wasn’t as scorned when I met her. “, Her tear stained face softened as she looked at him. He continues.

“But over time I lost hope that I’d find you. I had responsibilities and the risk of Talokan being found increased greatly. I’m not the same man I was before. I figured that even if I found you—-you wouldn’t want me. I was far too cruel—”

“ I do want you”, she rushed out urgently. He paused hesitantly.

“ And I’m tired of feeling guilty about it. I want you, Namor. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my whole entire life.” Namor stilled at her words and she barely had time to get her thoughts in order before he was on her. Their mouths were at war with one another, struggling for dominance. His hands held her face as he pulled away from their kiss.

“ Say that…again”, his eyes darken just as much as his tone.

“ Say what “, she watched his mouth frantically. She was grasping at his skin and clothes .

“ You wanting me. Say it”, his calm nature quickly morphed into something far more dominant. A dominance that she had only seen glimpses of before.

“ I- I want ..you”, she pushed out.

“ Again”, he gruffed.

“ I want yo—”, she whispered. His mouth slammed back onto hers as she felt her back being pushed into a wall. He’s flat against her, mouth to mouth. She can feel his erection press into her lower stomach. She gasped into his kiss, tearing at his armor. His forehead remained on hers.

“ You know I find it a little unfair that I learned how to say your name but you never learned how to say mine. That’s what you’d call unfair, no?” Only the then fabric of her underwear kept a barrier between them. He was pressing himself in her crotch and her eyes nearly rolled from the friction.

“ Unless you think I’m your enemy calling me Namor all the time?”

“ No!”

“ No ?” He tilts his head at her before pressing his mouth to her neck. Her stomach drops.

“ I’m sorry.” She panted. She looked up at him to check if he was actually upset. A small evil grin spread across his face.

“ No need to apologize. You will learn it tonight.”

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She’s picked up and pushed inside of the tent. Her back meets a soft surface and that’s when she realizes he got her a bed.

“ When did this happen ?”

“ Attuma told me that you missed your bed so we had one made and stuffed.”

“ Oh this is so nic—“

She barely had time to finish her sentence before he pulled her to the end of the mattress and parted her leg with his own body. Their lips connected again and they drank their fill of each other. Xahli clawed at his shorts but he didn’t let her have her way quite yet. Instead he took off his neck piece and threw it on the table beside them. She wiggled to get her shirt off and he pulled it off her, throwing it behind him without regard. Now the only thing left was her sports bra. He pushed it down to her hips watching the way her breast popped out from behind the material. She halted her movements, waiting for his reaction. He was just as still as her, taking them in and raking his eyes up and down her body. He carefully leans down and kisses her clavicle all the way down to the middle of her chest. She gushes with relief when his mouth wraps around the peaks of her breast. He sucks the bud into his mouth alternating between the left and the right. He’s incredibly gentle with her, not even wanting to knick her with his teeth. He pulls away massaging both her breasts in his hands. She tucks in her bottom life, trying to dampen the impatience she felt. His hands roamed down the sides of her body ever so softly, before they stopped at the rim of her panties. She begins to squirm, ready for him to take them off already. She was uncomfortably wet and sticking to the fabric. He pulled one side down and then looked up at her. “ Do it,” she urged quietly.

Her voice was filled with desire and restlessness. He just wanted to be sure that she still wanted this. With her permission he hooked both sides of the fabric and pulled her panties down with her sports bra, letting the fabric topple off the edge of the bed. There she laid in front of him, completely bare and waiting. He lost himself in the sight of her, roaming his eyes over her frame over and over again.

“ You’re still dressed”, she sat up and pulled at his pants. He pulled them down to his knees and his length flicked out, hitting him in the belly button. She gasps to herself at the sheer length. He was not only well endowed but he had the most dramatic upward curve. She shivered knowing just what it would reach inside of her. It was slightly darker than him with a deep mauve tip and veins that etched themselves across the top of his length. The underside had a thick vein that ran to the top of the head. He was uncircumcised, and very lightly trimmed. He no doubt took care of himself which was even more of a turn on. She grabbed him in her hand and she could feel his pulse. She looked up through her lashes at him as she spat on him and began to stroke him. His jaw twitches at her expression and she smirks, wonder if he wanted her mouth on him as much as she did.

Something snapped inside of him when he saw her tongue snake out past her lips, attempting to taste the pearl of release at the tip of him. Before she could even taste him, he pushed her back onto her back and pinned her knees to her chest. He could not wait a moment longer to taste her and so he did, dragging his tongue in a single swipe through her folds to catch every drop of arousal that stuck to her. They both moaned at the intrusion. Her taste was like static electricity on his tongue, bright and alluring, yet warm. He did not realize how thirsty he’d been all these years until he got a drink of her. He couldn’t stop himself.

“ Fuck!”, she spat. Her face was downturned into a permanent pout as he lapped on the mess of her inner thighs. He cleaned her of her arousal thoroughly, before heading straight for her target, her clit. He sucked on it firmly and exhaled a long hard breath.

“ Namor….” His false name spilled from her lips and she immediately regretted it when he hummed into her and slapped the side of her hip. The sting made her hiss and jerk away from him, he kept her locked in place.

He opened her legs to see her, still keeping his hands under her knees to keep her secure. She looked down to watch the way he moved his tongue across her skin. He extends his tongue and fucks her opening, filling her with it completely. Her eyes roll back and she collapses back onto the bed, taking full gulps of air. He gets messy, taking his lips and swiping them up and down her folds, coating himself in her. He laps at her at her clit, watching for her reactions.

“ Just like that …please Namor”, she whimpered. He slapped her thigh again and pulled away. She gasped at the impact, sitting up on her elbows.

“ You will address me by my name or I will show you why they call me Namor.”

“ I can’t remember h-how to say it.” She whined. He takes his long and nimble middle finger and dips it into his mouth before he slowly inserts it into her. Her head lull’s back between her shoulders as she cried out for him between curses. He twists it upwards and adds another.

“ God your fingers are so long”, she whimpered. She couldn’t control her eyeballs. They rolled back into her skull every time he gently jerked his fingers upwards. She holds onto his wrists for leverage while he slowly nudges the pad of her Gspot. She moves her hips with his hand, pushing her hand up to his shoulder. He connects his mouth back to her clit and sucks slightly firmer than last time which causes her to yelp. Her fingers dig into his scalp. His tongue was lapping at her eagerly and sloppily. He was messy, not caring about getting her in his mustache or beard. She mewled as she moved with his mouth. He took that as a signal to speed up his fingers and that earned another loud pitiful whimper from hert. She held her breath in anticipation. She was close and he could feel it. His tongue never left her clit, slurping and flicking it with haste.

“ Oohh”, she wrapped her hand around his wrist again as her whimpers and moans quiet down to small hiccups. She was nearly on the precipice, bracing herself for a release that hadn’t quite felt like her others. Her squeeze shut and her body begins to tense up.

“ Look at me”, he commanded. He held the back of her neck, forcing her in a half up position.

“ I can’t—I’m gonna—- fuck wait !”, she panicked. Namor kept his thumb on her clit, swirling it in circular motions. His other fingers persistently nudged her spot. His eyes never left hers. This was her undoing. Not a moment sooner, what feels like a balloon of pleasure pops and she gushes on his fingers, arm and chest. She bends away but he keeps her contained within the hand on the back of her neck. He doesn’t slow his ministrations until she’s finished spouting. She swats at his wrist and he pulls his fingers away from her.

She looks at him wide eyed and winded, not completely convinced at what just happened. He sucks his fingers thoroughly and leans down to lick her coated thighs and center. He lifted up to see her glossy, glazed over eyes that quite hadn’t left him yet.

“ Unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to go a day without you on my tongue”, his hands trailed up her body. She’s looking up at the opening of his tent, still dazed from her orgasm.

“ Xahli ?” He called her name. She looked at him with that same shocked and aloof expression.

“ Xahli”

“Mm?”, she smiled, high on post-coital bliss.

“ Are you okay?”

“Huh—-oh I’m fine”, she sat up, reaching for his length drunkenly. Before she could even wrap her hand around him he had her on her back again.

“ I must be inside you. I can’t wait any longer.” He Immediately positioned himself between her legs. She rests one hand on his shoulder and the other grips the bed sheet in anticipation. He slowly but surely pushes through her barrier. She was fully ready for him, wet with no resistance whatsoever. Xahli gasps at the intrusion, trying her hardest to relax her muscles to accommodate him. It’s been years since she had sex and her job didn’t allow her time to fulfill her own desires often. The most she had time for was usually her hand, no thanks to her early mornings. He’s sizable but not impossible, though he had to be the most impressive she’s ever had.

He kisses her as he begins to push in and out of her body. He remains nearly nose to nose with her, paying close attention to every expresion and whimper she makes. The more he angles his hips up, the more her face crumbles into a pout. His curve nearly magnetic to the spot, anchoring itself into her in the most perfect angle.

“ Is it there ? Is that where you want it ?”

“ Yesyesyesyes—”, she choked out. Her body couldn’t help but to squeeze and suck him into her everytime he drew out. He winced at the way her body constricted him, forcing his way in and out. He burrowed his face into her neck, sucking on her skin. She tried her hardest not to sink her nails into his flesh but when he’d swirl his hips her nails bit his skin. He was learning her entirely and while he had plenty of experience, every woman was different. There was few things he started to notice about her. Second to her clit, her neck and ears were probably the most sensitive place on her body. Every time he nipped, kissed or sucked those area she’s would desperately choke back a sob. He bit her more times than he probably should have but she didn’t seem to mind. When his mouth touched her ear it made her scratch him, which only made him drive himself deeper.

“ I want to see us”, she said. He lifts off of her to sit on his calf. He pulls out to his tip and she lifts her head to watch him slowly push in and out. A ring of her arousal soaked him at the base of his length. The echo of the cave only magnified the sound of her arousal.

He would slowly pull himself all the way out and then push right back inside. They both watch, drunk on pleasure. Her hands travel down his chiseled stomach and chest, addicted to the way his skin felt against her touch.

“ I’m not made of glass”, she whispered to him. He looked at her, asessing the state of her body.

“ Are you sure?” He grins because she’s clearly frustrated and in the mood to be wrecked.

“ Say it”, he taunts as he strokes into her.

“ Fuck me please”, she spat. He placed her knees into the cup of his elbows and began to rocket himself into her, picking up his pace and depth. Her mouth fell open in a strangled cry as he put weight behind his thrusts. The bed began to move as she held onto his shoulders for leverage.

“ Just like that. Just like like that yes !!” Her eyes roll back as a familiar pressure fills her. She barely lasts two minutes into his brutal pace before she cums around him. He does stop, forcing her to ride out her orgasm until the bitter end. She tries with her might to bite back her volume but she ends up screaming at the top of her lungs. She collapses onto the bed writhing from the over sensitivity. Instead of relieving her, he prolongs her release by rubbing her clit. There are tears in her eyes but not the kind from sadness. She hisses and pushes his hand away, trying to regain her composure. She pushes against his stomach and he halts momentarily. She is trying to catch her breathe, but is way too prideful to ask for a break.

“ Look at how wet you are. Táan a ch'aaj ti’ teen. (You are dripping off of me)”.

“ And yet I still can’t seem to remember your name.” She pants. She teasingly smirked at him. To her surprise she was flipped on her stomach. Namor laid flat on top of her, his mouth to her ear. She knew she was barking up the wrong tree. This man had the strength of 1,000 men and she kept begging for more and more. Eventually he’d hit a wall, figuratively or literally.

“ You have a concerning amount of trust in a man who’s not spilled his seed into a woman in almost 100 years. Have the orgasms gone to you’re head or are you just not that bright. A'aten (tell me).” She didn’t say a thing but rather bit her lip in anticipation. She pushes her ass into his crotch, trying to get some friction going between the two of them.

“ Nothing to say?” He pulled the back of her hair with his fist which took her by surprise. She winced at the force in his grip. Still she said nothing.

“ It is pronounced K'uk'ulkan. I’ll stop when you say it right.” He sat up on his knees and forced her onto her side. She fully expected to be taken from behind but he had other plans from her. He laid behind/beside her, holding her leg open and etching his palm into the back of her head, keeping her head upright, her chin to her chest. She would be getting a front row seat to the sight below her. His starting pace was brutal. Everytime he pushed into her heat, words formed on her tongue but would crumble away from every gust of air that left her mouth.

She can’t get her bearings, she can’t ground herself. He has torn her from any real head start. With eyes permanently stuck in the back of her head, he whispers his name into her ear tauntingly. It didn’t take long for her to find her release again. And despite the force of the orgasm that nearly pushed him out of her, he kept going. Devastating cries fell from her lips as her nails dug into his hip, his side, his hands and even the side of his face. Nothing deterred him. Not even the cries of pleasure as she claimed it was too much. “That’s quite the point my love”, he’d chuckle as he ruined her.

Not to mention, she was stammering over her words like her jaw turned to jelly. Whenever she’d come close to saying his name she’d fail.

“ Ku—AH!“

“ Kaaahh-FUCK”

“ k-k—-ahhh!!”

“ Kuk—-ohhmm”

Everytime she’d climb the mountain to freedom, his tip would magically brush against her Gspot and she’d crumble to the bottom. A challenge so simple, yet impossible. He had amazing stamina and didn’t fall to his own release no matter how many times she came around him. What she wanted howhere is real relief.

There was a knot in her stomach. That infamous ballon of pleasure was begging to be popped but he refused her clitoral stimulation to do so. He was toying with her until he got what he wanted. He’d kiss her silent, swallowing her cries and wails just for the fun of it.

“ kukulkan ”, she said but with the wrong pronunciation. She likely would have been able to say it had she not been pleasure drunk.

“ Not quite Lool (flower).”

“ You’re trying to kill me “, she panted, still not quite satisfied from her last orgasm but still overworked.

“ No. I only desire to give you pleasure. Does this feel like a man who’s trying to kill you?”, he reached down to her clit as he nudged into her deep spot.

“ No no no”, she shove her head, whispering weakly.

“ What shall it be?”

“ I give up”, she whined.

He was satisfied with that answer and began to vigorously rub her clit, while working where she needed him most. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for the massive orgasm that she knew would be her ruin. Only a few more nudges into her and the floodgates broke. She exhaled in horrific grunt that trickled off into a ear ringing scream as she soaked everything below her including his thighs, his length and the new mattress. The release knocked her dizzy and he came right after, grunting, spilling his seed deep inside her and on her. She figured he wasn’t lying about how long it’s been because he made a complete mess in between her legs.

They both lay there for a moment. She’s drenched in sweat and the release that belongs to the both of them. She tries to catch her breath and though he’s not winded, he’s fucked out. “ Well, now I certainly know why they call you NAmor . If not for the way you slay your enemies , then for your iron cock.”

He just chuckles. Before he was married, he had his fair share of lovers. She notices how hoarse her laugh is.

“ I think I may have blown out my voice”, she sighed.

“ I can bring you tea”

“ Maybe after I wake up.”

He leaves and comes back with a wet warm towel and cleans her up. He rejoined her in bed, pulling her into his side. They stare at one another in wonder. She hadn’t expected her first time with him to be that good. First time partners usually had to learn each other’s bodies. He knew exactly what she needed.

“ You’re so beautiful”, he said lowly. He rubs his thumb across her bottom lip. He’d given her far too many kisses, to the point that her mouth was slightly puffy. He couldn’t stop himself. He went in for another kiss and she happily allowed it, too blissed out care of the rosy tone they took from his mouth.

“ You are too.”

“ I wasn’t too hard was I ? “, he asked.

“ Please. It wasn’t my first rodeo with a dick”, she laughed.

“ I’m gonna’ assume that’s some weird surface saying. I’m also going to assume you mean you’ve done that before”, he chuckled.

“ Yes. Though, not anything like that. Maybe it’s your god powers or whatever but I don’t usually…cum in a continuous stream for minutes on end like that.”

“ Welcome to your new normal then.”

“ Okay”, she smiled sleepliy. She let out a loud yawn.

“ You’re tired?”

“Very ”

“ Sleep, go ahead. I’ll stay ”

“ You sure? You know you don’t have to stay. I’m sure you’re missing the party.”

“ That party will be going on in intervals for the next 4 days. There will be plenty of time to celebrate.”

“ Okay”, she said sleepily. The thought of their conversation before this crosses her mind.

“ I’ll do it.”

“ Do what?”

“ Take the herb. To stay here.”

“ You don’t have to make that decision yet. Not right now at least.“

“ I know I don’t but with the dick you just gave me? Yeah ..we can work some things out”, she snorted.

“ I’m serious Xahli. This life —-it’s hard. It’s hard to stay grounded. You could go insane.”

“ I’m just saying….my answer will still probably be yes once you bring it up again.”

He shakes his head at her stubbornness. All the qualities of the wife he knew. He wondered at one point should he stop separating the two. He watched her smile relax into contempt, as her face and body went limp. Her breathing slowed and she eventually slipped into a sleep. He watched her for a while before falling into a light sleep himself.

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She shifted awake because of the sound of mumbling. There were two different distinct voices with a high pitched clicking in the mix. She sits up and yawns, running a hand across her face. She slept long and heavily. The voices become more urgent but it’s not until she stands on her feet that she realizes it’s Attuma and Namor. She quickly pulled on a robe and honed in on their conversation. They were both clearly arguing. She stills and tries her hardest to listen behind the barrier of the tint.

“ What? You think it was easy for me to watch you wed her ? To watch you kiss her and hold her and I get fucking nothing ? Nothing ?”, his deep baritone voice mixed with the high robotic translator. He forgot to turn it off. She can’t understand what Namor was saying because he was speaking in Yucatec. She knows she shouldn’t listen but she can’t help it.

“ I have waited just as long as you. You deny me of this? You were not the only one in pain all those years. I could barely fucking talk to you. I lost you both and you left me alone to pick up the pieces. You hide her from me. You wanted her T—-“, Namor cuts him off harshly in his native tongue. Xahli peeks out of the gap of the tent, watching them.

“ You’re punishing me. I loved her and she loved me. I protected her, did you forget that ?!” Attuma’s voice raised as the translators volume raised as well.

“ Keep your voice down she’s sleeping”, Namor snapped in English. Namor responds is Yucatec again and she wishes she had her kimoyos with her.

“ She’s not a child. She felt our connection. Why deny her that ? As long as she has half of us, she will never truly be happy and you know that. The secrecy you have towards her will come back to haunt you. You have no clue what is good for her!” Attuma is yelling now and she jumped, causing a whimper to spill out her mouth. They both hear and see her, as she quickly hides behind the tent.

“ Come out Xahli ”, Namor says in a defeated tone.

“ I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to impose but I woke up.”

“ It’s fine. Come out, it’s okay “, Namor sighs.

Xahli guiltily pulls back the tent and sees Attuma standing there in his gear, this time without his headpiece. She eyes him warily as she steps out in front of the tent.

“ Hi.” She greets Attuma..

“ How much did you hear? ”, Attuma’s translator bleats.

“ Everything”

“ Fuck”

“ Fuck”, Namor and Attuma say in unison. One in Xhosa and the other in English. This could be a laughable moment for her if she wasn’t so embarrassed.

“ And I think Attuma is right. Whatever you have to say then just say it. You know.. I thought that after last night you wouldn’t keep anything else from me .” Theres a deafening silence between the three of them. Attuma gives the two of them a knowing look regarding her mention of last night? Xahli crosses her arms, waiting for somebody to speak.

“ My first wife was with Attuma. She loved him.” Namor waits for her reaction. He could tell Xahli did not fully grasp what he was saying yet.

“ She….was unfaithful ?”

“ No. We were all together. We were in love.”

“Oh.” She said meekly. A beat of silence passed over the cave. She finally gets it.

“OH!” she said loudly, fully understanding what he meant now. Her stomach dropped from the realization.

“ I did not want to reveal this to you quite yet because you just got here. I don’t know what you’re comfortable with and two men at once is …a lot. Just because she fell for the both of us didn’t mean that you would. So I told him to wait awhile.”

“ Attuma ?”, she turned to the blue man. He looked away with a guarded and annoyed expression.

“ It’s not just that he’s afraid you’d be overwhelmed. He’s afraid of what you’ll think of him because he’s in love with me too. We didn’t just share her. We loved one another individually and each relationship was unique in it’s own right. My relationship with Namor wasn’t always the same as mine with Coaxoch. But it was an agreement. It was love.” Attuma cuts his eyes to Namor. He’s hurt by Namor and Xahli can tell.

“ I’m attracted to someone’s spirit first. Gender is the last thing I care about when I truly love someone and I did not—.”, said Namor. He pauses hesitantly, wondering if Xahli would feel tricked.

“ Go on ”, she walks over to him and grabbed his hand supportively.

“ I know that sometimes surface people care about the relations between two people of the same gender. I did not know if you cared or if it would —disgust you in some way. So I held off ”, Namor huffs regretfully.

“ I would NEVER—EVER be disgusted by you are you crazy Namor ?”, she held his head in her hands. He’s looking past her and she can see the glint of tears in his eyes just barely there.

“ I would never. I respect you far too much. I respect this place far too much to enter it with any sort of bias or judgment. You’re free to love whoever you want and you don’t have to justify it.”, she smiled at him. He snaked his arms around her waist and she pecked the corner of his mouth. Still pressed to his chest, she turned around to face Attuma who currently had his arms folded.

“ Attuma.” She held her hand out to him. He looks at her hand then back up to her face.

“ I don’t want to leave you out. I admitted I felt something for you too. Maybe we can take this slow? We can get to know each other and start over. I’m willing to work towards that if you’ll have me,” She said. Attuma slowly walked up to her, his gear clunking with each step he took until they were a few centimeters apart. She looked up at him. “ I don’t want to take him away. I don’t want to come in between the two of you at all.”

“ You didn’t come in between us, her death did. We haven’t been quite the same since. We have had issues long before you were even a thought.”

“ Well I think you should apologize to him Namor. Apologize for treating him that way.” Xahli looked up at Namor, tilting her head back to get a good view of him. His hands tightened around her as he looked at Attuma with shame.

“ I am sorry Sáasil in kuxtal (light of my life). I know you might not forgive me but Coaxoch’s death changed me. I didn’t even recognize myself. I was selfish. I will spend eternity trying to make it up to you. Even if you won’t have me again.” Attuma stares at his lover painfully, seemingly conflicted on what his next move should be. He looks down to Xahli, and she nods encouragingly at him. She knew nothing of the decades they spent together but yet she so badly wanted them to work out their problems.

Attuma pressed against Xahli until she was stuck flat between them. His mouth smashed against Namor’s and she gasps quietly at the sight taking place above her. Never in her whole life did she think that she would be sandwiched in between two men kissing. Two men she had feelings for no less. The longer they kissed, the closer they pressed into the front and back of her. She figured they’d want some privacy so she attempted to move. Instead, they both kept her in place with their hands on her waist. It takes a few moments for Attuma to pull away from Namor’s mouth. Out of nowhere Attuma bent down and extended the kiss to her.

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Chapter 18

My Sunshine

The Vibe:

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"Wanda is dead. I saw her die" Stranges says pacing away in his office. Looking absolutely ridiculous with his lounge clothes and a cloak.

"She's alive Stephen." I say exasperated

"Okay, I'll play. Let's say she's alive, which she's not. Why of all people would you go to her?" he gestures to himself, "I can help you."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near my memories thank you very much." I scoff at him, "I don't have time to bring you up to speed, I need to speak with her, and considering with what happened in Westview and your little multiverse incident, I don't know where her head is at mentally. All I'm asking is that you watch my back and be on standby" I plead

"Look I want to help you but that last thing we need is to instigate another fight with Wanda Maximoff, IF, she's even alive," Strange says. "If she's alive, I theorize she won't be happy seeing me, so no, I'm not going with you," I roll my eyes and stand up, ready to walk out, "I didn't say I wasn't going to help you," he says stopping me in my place

"Okay well, Stephen can you just spit it out some of us have shit to do," I say holding my hands out annoyed

He rolls his eyes and pulls out a display and uncovers it revealing a floating crystal ball, "This is the Orb of Agamotto. This allows me to monitor the universe and other surrounding dimensions. With the ability to 'Livestream' other planets and pinpoint magic users anywhere, except for those with the power to block its view. I can use this to watch you from a distance and if anything goes wrong, I'll portal to you and help"

I take a moment to think about it, "Fine, you have a deal" I say holding out my hand to him

He shakes my hand and smiles, "Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Ugh and you ruined it," I say, dropping my hand, rolling my eyes, and grabbing my sling ring, "For the record, I never really blamed you, and neither does Peter. You just happen to have an annoying face and that I can't forgive" I laugh to myself," Give me your phone" I say to Strange. He hands me his phone and I put my number in it and call myself so I have his number, "When I get there I'll call you and have you in my ear." I say putting an airpod in and giving back his phone. Pausing for a moment I take in a deep breath and exhale allowing myself to relax before opening a portal to the shuffling streets of Sokovia.

I step through turning to look at Strange, "If she's alive and as powerful as before she could easily sever my connection. Just keep that in mind." He warns. I nod my head and close the portal.

"Okay let's get this show on the road," I say to myself walking the down the city streets

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After getting some food and thinking about the next approach I decided instead of using a locator spell and exposing her safe space, I figure I'll summon her to me. So I picked the most public place I could think of.

A playground

Sitting on the bench watching the children play, I say in my head, "Wanda, I need your help" I call out to her making sure my intention is clear and that I mean no harm, "That should do the trick" I whisper to myself. I pull out my phone to call Strange, "Hey, she'll be here any minute. Can you see me?"

"You chose to bring 'The Scarlet Witch' to a playground?"

"She won't hurt the children," I say

"I once thought that too until she tried to murder America Chavez in front of me" he quips

"Yea well this time will be different Stephen," I say annoyed "Have a little hope will ya?"

He sighs, "You never told me why you need her specifically."

"I was told by my dead mother to go to her directly. She didn't say why, but I trust her judgment. Wanda may also have some info on someone else I'm looking for." I say rather quickly and annoyed

"So the short answer is you don't know," he says

"I've been on the phone with you for 2 mins and I already want to kick your ass," I say making us both laugh

"What's so funny?" I hear someone say near me, causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. It was Wanda sitting next to me in civilian clothes with her hair dripping wet.

"Good lord girl. You don't have to be so creepy" I say clutching my fake pearls

"You started It. I heard your little whispers in my ear while I was in the shower. I thought you had the drop on me." she laughs under her breath, "So why are you here? Don't you know I'm 'dead'? I'm sure Stephen told you. Right Stephen?" She asks a little louder

She knows

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" Wanda Asks

"Millie she's blocking me, I can't see you anymore," Stephen says in my ear, "I'm coming to you"

"Hold off Stephen," I say out loud, "It's okay" I pause looking at Wanda with a small smile, "Do you blame me? If I didn't come with some sort of backup, I'd be pretty dumb don't ya think?"

She looks at me for a while like she was searching for something in my face eventually looking away and letting out a large exhale, "I have been a real witch lately" she says causing me to laugh, "You said you needed my help and I could really use a distraction right now, so what can I do for you?"

"Hey, Stephen you still there?" I ask

"I'm still here. You still alive?" He asks

"Yep. I'm gonna let you go, I'm okay" I say to him

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm, I'll text you later," I say before hanging up on him, "Let me buy you a drink. We've got a lot to talk about." I say standing up and holding out my hand to her

"One drink isn't going to cut it," She says taking my hand "Might have to buy the bar," she says making us both chuckle.

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Wanda and I have been venting and drinking for an hour or so at this dingy little bar in the middle of town. We both are sitting in a booth in the back of the room effectively away from the other patrons.

"So," I say before throwing back another tequila shot, "So out of grief you kidnapped and brainwashed a random town in New Jersey, Created a fake husband and children, and then traveled through other universes, blindly looking for said fake children?" I ask

"Well," Wanda taking a sip of her bourbon, "I feel like you're oversimplifying it a bit. Westview wasn't a random town, Vis bought us some land there to build us a home and my children are only fake here, they're very much real elsewhere, but... essentially yes you are correct." She says finishing the drink

"Wanda," I say rubbing my head from the sudden rush I'm feeling, "That like really sucks"

"I Know right? "Oh and let's not forget Pietro, my dead twin brother," She says nonchalantly

I burst out in laughter, I couldn't help myself at her candor, "I'm sorry that was so mean" I said trying to control myself.

Surprisingly Wanda joins me, "You are fucked up, you know that?" She says laughing with me

"I know! I know! I'm sorry, it's either you laugh or you cry and I'm tired of crying" I say catching my breath from laughing

"Couldn't have said it better myself" Wanda says collecting herself from laughing with me"So enough about me and my lifetime of trauma, fill me in on what's going on; why do you need my help?"

"Can I just so show you? It will be quicker" I ask holding my hand out to her

"Is it going to hurt?" She asks hesitantly

"No. I mean no one has complained before?" I say smiling and shrugging. She places her hand in mine and I use my memory transference on her filling her in on everything; my ghost mom and her past with the darkhold, the books from Wakanda, how peter found me in the lake, and my lack of memory.

"Wow," Wanda says taking her hand back, "You've got some serious power Millie, your magic is vast." She says rubbing her hand "Unpredictable too... It's very familiar."

"Well that wasn't ominous at all," I say a little creeped out, "Can you help me?"

"Yes, I think so. We'll need an open field and it's probably going to hurt" She says standing up "Come on we should get going"

"Fine," I say standing up and throwing some cash on the bar, "But can we not skip over the whole 'it's going to hurt thing"

"I imagine being struck by lightning doesn't feel good," She says walking out

"Well Fuck" I say following her

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The Vibe:

Bishop Briggs - Lessons of the Fire: Official Lyric Video | Devil In Ohio | Netflix

Wanda takes me to this field on the outskirts of town. It was surrounded by overarching trees and we were in the open center. When I look up I see nothing but a full moon and stars. The air was cool and the energy surrounding us was peaceful. Wanda had set up several candles around me in a circle and stepped out leaving me alone in the center

"Explain it to me one more time, " I say a little freaked out

"You need to summon the lightning to strike you"

"Okay but why?" I say a little freaked out

"The connection you and your ancestors have with nature runs deep in your blood. Channeling the weather seems to be something engrained in your DNA, specifically thunderstorms and lightning. A storm woke you up in that lake; you were struck by lightning. I'm hoping that with almost the same conditions, it could do the same for your mind. Make sense?" She finishes

"Yes, it does, I think. I'm sorry but I am scared the last time this happened it left me with a giant scar across my body." I say unconsciously rubbing my scar, "Are you sure you can't do some kind of spell?"

"I can't. Quite frankly I'm afraid too"

"What does that mean?" I scoff

"You possess multiple forms of magic. It shouldn't be possible to have more than 2 or 3. Millie, from what I felt from your hand and what you've shown me in your memories, you seem to possess 4. I'm afraid if I go poking around in your brain that you will unconsciously retaliate and that's the last thing we want to do."

Why is she being so cautious?

"What forms do you think I possess?"

"1 being eldritch magic, which you learned from the sorcerers. Accessible by humans, eldritch magic can be properly controlled by those with highly disciplined minds who have been trained in casting spells. Your ancestor Ayesha was a sorcerer supreme, so it's only natural that you have an affinity for this form. " Wanda pauses, I can tell she's a little hesitant to continue.

"Go on it's okay, I can take it," I say trying to convince her, and myself

"The second being Dark Magic, also known as Witchcraft. An extremely powerful and difficult type of magic used by sorcerers and witches to achieve their goals through morally questionable means.

"Morally questionable means? I would never hurt anyone.." I begin to say

"You wouldn't now, but what about you before your memory loss? Who's to say you weren't a bad guy? In your memories when your mother died you were taken by a coven of witches led by Agatha. Agatha isn't exactly a good witch; she's ancient and she's evil. I wouldn't be surprised that her influence on you wasn't positive, especially considering that she's also possessed the darkhold." Wanda sighs. "She was a pain in my ass, I'll take you to her after this."

She has a point, what if my memory comes back and I still have an allegiance to her? What If I lose my feelings for my current loved ones...

"Anyways" Wanda continues pulling me back from internal panic, "Dark magic can be combined with other types of magic, which leads me into your last 2 forms, darkhold and chaos Magic. When your mother was using the darkhold while pregnant with you, a portion of its power embedded itself in you. I am almost positive that's why are you able to use magic just by mentally displaying your intent."

"I can understand why I may have dark hold magic but chaos magic feels like a stretch. Due to its very nature, chaos magic is extremely unstable and requires a massive amount of energy and control to master it; I don't feel I'm at that level. I would have noticed by now right?"

"Like me, you were born with latent magical abilities, yours coming from your ancestors. Your generational power bestowment has given you vast immeasurable strength that was the perfect breeding ground for chaos magic. Let me ask you, have you been losing your temper or lost control of your powers lately?"

"Yea I have been losing control of my powers," I say thinking back to the incident in my bedroom and outside of the royal palace in Wakanda, "I also almost killed a man yesterday. Honestly, I think I could have done it if I wasn't stopped."

"Key signs. I knew your power felt familiar, I felt the chaotic energy pulsate through your veins; You're like me. If I fuck anything up messing with your memories you could go crazy destroying everything in sight. Do you get it now?" She says to me very seriously

"I do" I pause lost in my thoughts. After a few more seconds I hear a loud beep come from my pocket. I pull out the source of the noise and realize it was my pager.

It was a new voice message from Namor, I hold it to my ear and listen, "I miss you more Ki'ichpan"

Through messages and he still makes me swoon.

Feeling a little relaxed, I take in a deep breath, "What do I need to do"

Wanda holds out her hand, "Give me your beeper and your cell so they don't get destroyed." Doing as she says I throw my things in my sling bag and hand it to her, "Okay do what you need to do, to feel as connected to the nature surrounding us"

I take off my sneakers and socks linking my feet to the grass, "Okay" I nod to her

"You can already control the basic elements correct?"

"Yes," I say

"What are the conditions needed to cause a storm?" She asks me

"Storms form when warm, moist air rises into the cold air," I respond

"Make that happen," She says plainly

I silently nod my head and close my eyes; my feet are firmly planted on the ground and my hands are open at my side. I begin to box breathe:

In 1,2,3,4

Hold 1,2,3,4

Out 1,2,3,4

Repeat

Eventually, I feel myself relax, I'm only focused on the surrounding sound of the night; the wind around me was nothing more than a breeze. I was in a total moment of zen and for a while it was quiet. After minutes of silence, the wind around me began to dance and I feel the hair on my arms stand, "It's coming I can feel it" I said as the wind begins to pick up rapidly.

I open my eyes and lift my hand to the sky calling the lighting to me. I see storm clouds forming over us almost fully blocking out the moon, nearly leaving us in total darkness if not for the candles, "Come on" I yell to the storm. For a moment it grew eerily quiet but suddenly flashes of lights began to paint the sky; it was my lightning. Just as I began to smile with pride from the storm I created, a giant bolt of lightning makes it's way down, connecting to my hand and making my whole body seize.

The pain I feel is almost indescribable; not only did my body feel like every inch of me was on fire but my head felt like my brain was boiling inside my skull. For what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a matter of seconds, the pain stopped and I fell to the ground. The only thing I remember before fading away was Wanda rushing to me, "Millie Wake up" she says, "Millie don't g-", was all I hear before slipping away.

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It's dark and quiet. I can't feel anything. I can't move.

"Mom.." I hear a males voice whisper

Who's voice is that?

I hear the voice speak again, "Mom I-" he coughs not being able to finish his sentence.

I know that voice.

"Momma I can't move" he speaks clearly before coughing and gurgling. That voice is so familiar. It's warm like the sun. The sun...

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine away

I love the sun. My son. I named him after the Sun God; the creator of the universe. He's my sunshine, my world, the center of my universe. My Amun.

"Amun!" I yell jolting up. When sitting up I instinctively grab my stomach in utter pain. Looking down I see I'm bleeding, I'm assuming a stab wound. Looking around I see I'm back at that same awful place. Kissena Park.

"Mom," Amun says

I hear my son call to me again; I snap my head in his direction and I see my son lying on the ground covered in blood, "No!" I scream crawling to him, "No, no, no"

When I reach him and scan him a little closer I can see he was stabbed like me but it must be somewhere fatal spot because he was coughing up blood, "He stabbed and knocked you out" he says in between coughs, "I tried t-to protect you but I wasn't strong enough, I'm s-sorry Mom"

"Hush now baby," I say panicked and in between tears, "I can heal you," I say holding my hand over his wound.

"You're too w-weak, you'll die," He says

"I don't care. You are my son, my life means nothing without yours. Just breathe baby" I say trying to calm him and myself down

"Momma, who is that? Sh-she looks like you" He says looking past me. I turn around and see no one.

"Amun baby no one is there," I say

"Momma she's so warm. I think- I think I'm going to go with her" Amun says to me

No.

"No baby stay with me. Don't go." I say my voice begins to shake, "Stay with me, I can fix you, Please" I beg

"It's okay momma, I'll be fine." He says before looking behind me and nodding his head.

I turn around and still see nothing, "What am I to do? How do I breathe without you?"

Amun takes my hand and squeezes it and smiles before taking his last breath. His hand relaxed in mine, and his eyes glossed over. As he took his last breath he took a part of me with him. I pull my son's body to me holding him tightly never wanting to let him go.

"Well that was dramatic" I hear a man say from behind me, "It was a shame he went down so fast, I expected more from him considering his lineage."

I gently put my boy's body down leaving a kiss on his forehead before standing up and turning around. It was the faceless man in the black suit, "Bring him back"

"Like mother, like daughter. What are you willing to trade for his life? Your mother gave me her power. What do you have to barter?"

"Take anything, my power, my life, my soul. I don't care to take it all"

"No" he responds, "Why would I bring him back? I was the one who killed him."

"Y-you attacked us?" I asked. My voice was shaking; I was filled with not only grief and sadness but an overwhelming sense of rage, "Why? We lived in peace, I have atoned for my past. How did you even find us, we were so careful for years."

"Your family has always been on my radar, But you should thank your friend Agatha, she pointed me in your direction." He smiles as my heart drops

Agatha why?...

"I knew one day eventually one of your family's descendants' power would rival mine and I just can't have that. I figure it's time to end the whole bloodline. You should take some pride that it ends with you, you are the strongest and with more time you could have been more powerful." He steps closer placing a hand on my cheek. I look at him where his eyes should be, "It'll be easier if you just surrender Millaenyia"

"All chances of me surrendering left when you Killed my son." I sneer

"So be it," he says disappointed. Before I knew it his hands were hovering at the side of my head, he was draining me of my power and my life, "Don't worry this won't take long" he says softly

I fall to the ground, no longer able to stand up. If I don't act quickly, I will die.

Maybe I should let him.

I ponder on that thought for a while and just as I was about to accept my fate the man speaks up, "Almost done, you'll soon be with your son"

My son. He killed my son.

I snap out of it, realizing I was about to let my son's murderer roam free, I quickly devise a plan.

I'm too weak to kill. But I think I have enough in me to trap him.

I look up and see the man holding his head back as he was draining me, he wasn't paying attention to my hands. I lift my hand out toward the tree behind him; I use what's left of my powers to form an opening in the tree that was big enough to hide a body within it. Once done I call to the roots and branches of the tree, willing them to slowly creep up behind the man and gently wrap around his legs and arms. He was so focused on the feeling of this newly acquired power of his, that he didn't notice he was being detained until it was too late.

"What is this?" He says seeing the branches wrapped around his hand, "What are you do-" the man says before whipping back into the tree. His arms were now behind his back being thoroughly wrapped in roots followed by the rest of his body. The only exposed part of him now was his neck up, "This won't hold me, you child"

I stand up and walk to him, "You will rot in here" I sneer before wrapping my hand around his neck quickly taking back my power and life force. "All you care about is power right?" I ask knowing the answer, "I'll take that too" I say now draining him of his energy and power, leaving just enough to keep him alive so he can rot here for the rest of days.

"Let me-" he struggles to say "Let me ou-" The roots cover the rest of him effectively muffling his words. I step back holding my hand out to the tree and use my powers to close and seal it shut. I place my hand on the tree and close my eyes:

To be Seen or Unseen.

Never in the focus of one's eye

Of nature's age, it does defy

To be Seen, or Unseen

With this spell, this tree will never age. It shall never be directly seen but it will always be here.

Once done with the small runes are now etched around the tree sealing his fate. I walk back to my Amun and look at him one last time.

I need to bury you, my love.

When I go to pick him up I see he had the journal he made of me tucked away in his jacket. Not wanting to leave the journal behind for someone to find and use, I grab it and bind it to my wrist before I pick Amun up. I walk towards the lake and will the water to separate allowing me to walk down to the center of the lake. Once I make it to the spot I place Amun down. I kiss his forward one last time, "My sweet boy" I say before I hold my hand out and use my power to have him sink into the dirt, fully burying him.

I lay beside him now, with the intention of ending my life and resting beside him for eternity. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, something was stopping me like there was someone in my ear telling me no. So, still intending on resting beside my son, I decide that if I'm too cowardly to end it now, I don't deserve to remember him in case I wake up:

Forget me not

Forget me now

Forget the past

Forget the sound

Forget the memories

Forget the love

Forget it all

Forget it now

As I finish the spell, I feel myself begin to fade away and sink to the ground. The water released and is slowly filling the lake back up; I find comfort in my last lingering memory of my son's laughter before I'm completely asleep.

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"Millie wake up!" That is all I hear before I feel water being poured on me.

The sudden feel of cold water all over me jolted me awake. I sit up completely dazed; my eyes were fuzzing and my ears wear slightly ringing. Eventually, the ringing faded and my eyes clear up. I look around and see Wanda sitting next to me, looking like she has seen a ghost, "Are you okay?" She asks, "Fuck you are still steaming, does that hurt? I thought the water would help," she says concerned.

"I'm okay," I say plainly.

"Are you?" she says. I look to her with expressionless eyes and nod.

My body feels numb, it's because of the lightning... No, I remember...

"Did it work? Do you remember?" She asks

"I remember everything," I say beginning to cry, "My son..." I say holding my stomach, I feel like I'm going to throw up, "Oh god my son" I say sobbing

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Chapter 5

Royal Introductions

Exhausted, I lay there, eyes closed, not wanting to move. I'm this close to dozing off before Marc leans in and kisses my neck, "You should use the bathroom before you fall asleep."

"No"

"You could get a UTI."

"Nothing magic can't fix" Without opening my eyes I wave my hand around like a wand, "Goodbye, UTI "

He quietly chuckles, "You're a comedian you know that?" He scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom, "Don't expect me to wipe for you" He drops me down and closes the door behind me.

Once I was done, I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My makeup is a hot ass mess; too embarrassed, I decided to take a shower to wash away my mess. I hear a small knock on the door.

"Come in" I reply

"Hey love, mind if we join?" by the happy tone of his voice it was Steven.

"Yes on one condition. Can you wash my hair" I ask

"I've literally always wanted to do this" He laughs. Steven sneaks in behind me and begins to shampoo my hair. He thoroughly massaged my scalp and ran soap from my roots to the end of my hair.

This is so comforting.

I don't allow many people to touch my hair. Honestly, Aunt May and Bucky were the only ones to wash my hair before this. May's gone and Bucky checked out.

Ughhh I don't want to see him tomorrow

Refocusing on my anxious thoughts, I realize Steven is unusually quiet, "What's on your mind hun"

Steven hesitates

I turn around and rest my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes, "You can tell me" I smile.

"I used to wash Layla's hair like this." he sadly responds, "I'm sorry, probably don't want to hear about our ex right after sex" he nervously laughs.

Leaning my head on his chest I sigh, "I'm hung up on my ex too; no need to protect my feelings hun, we all went into this agreement with no intentions of a relationship. Just a couple of broken people with needs" I joke. "But seriously you can talk about anything with me. When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"A few months. The last time we spoke, we fought. She said she hated us and left."

"I seriously doubt she means that. She was very upset and probably felt outnumbered by you 3. Want my advice?"

"Always"

"Reach out and ask to talk. Listen to her, don't interrupt, just let her get it out. Remember, Listen to understand not Respond. Marc and Jake, I'm talking to you."

"They say they resent that" he laughs. "Thank you, Millie"

"Of course"

We eventually get out, dry off, and head to bed. They fall asleep first and I lay there in their arms lost in thought.

I really do hope they fix it with Layla. I would be lying if I said I don't feel anything for them; It would be nice to end up with them but it could never work; they age, and I don't. How am I to have a normal life when I can't even grow old with someone? I refuse to let myself love someone ill have to eventually bury. I did try with Bucky though, I even looked into giving up my immortality for him.

Wasn't enough I guess

I push those thoughts out of my head for now and allow myself to sleep.

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The boys gift me a t-shirt and a pair of their favorite sweats as a replacement for the dress Jake ripped.

"Don't be a stranger, and reach out to Layla. Sooner rather than later okay?" with that, I give them a parting hug and kiss before I portal home.

Finally home I let out a long sigh and do a full-body stretch.

"Hey, you're home!" Peter yells before he runs to hug me, he looks down at my clothes and gives me a puzzled look, "what happened to your dress?

"Don't ask questions you don't really want the answer to."

He deadpans and walks backward, "You need church, a baptism, shit maybe an exorcism too"

I laugh, "What I need is a shower" The boys and I had an early morning; we fucked twice, 3 times if you count them eating me out before we got interrupted by their landlord.

I go take a quick shower and wash off last night/this morning's sex-scapades. Once again I do my makeup; nothing extravagant just something natural to highlight my features. After my face is done I check my hair and fix my edges.

I finally dress in my formal battle attire; a black leather high low tunic dress with gold accents as well as a white and gold shoulder cape I break out for special occasions like this. It's giving 'Game of Thrones meets Castlevania'. All jokes aside my uniform is interesting.

I found it tucked away in the Kamar Taj one day and when I touched it I felt strange. There was an old ancient energy about it so I decided to leave it there. But for a week straight I found it in places that it shouldn't be. One day I even buried it, and then the next day I woke up with it at the foot of my bed, dirt and all. I finally took it to Wong and he informed me that it was a magical relic and essentially chose me as its owner.

Reference:

Artwork by Me (Super rough drawing that I finished at 2am; just trying to give you a general idea)

'The Regalia of Rowena'; the original owner was Rowena Hemlocke an infamous witch who tried to harness the sun's power. Legend says it almost worked, but she couldn't handle the heat and disintegrated in a matter of seconds; all that remained was her clothes. Some would say that's a red flag but my toxic trait is that it picked me, so obviously it's true love.

Hehe

Finally, all done, I look over myself and I honestly feel beautiful. Not sexy or hot, but beautiful; It feels really good. I grab my suitcase and meet peter in the living room. Peter is dressed in a simple black suit, his Spidey suit isn't necessarily formal.

"You have everything you need? All the essentials? All your chargers? Your suit just in case?"

"Yes, yes, yes & Yes. You look intense; like I am kind of intimidated by both your beauty and power. Is this a slay?"

"Yes, Peter this is a slay" I laugh hysterically "Come on let's go, can't leave a Queen waiting" I open a portal.

The Vibe:

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

We step through and find ourselves outside of the Royal Palace. Immediately the royal staff took our bags to our rooms.

"This place is remarkable," Peter says in awe. "Just insane"

"I know right? You are gonna love Shuri's lab."

"Oh, I bet. I'm gonna walk around okay?"

"Okay, don't go far doors open any minute" Peter nods and walks away; I take a look around and see who else is here. No one I know, just a bunch of Wakandan leaders and noblemen. I think we are the only outsiders invited.

Spoke to Soon

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. I almost forgot he was coming. He's wearing black slacks and a dark blue sweater with a black coat over it. Doesn't sound like much, but Bucky is a simple man, I'm honestly surprised he's not in his signature leather jacket.

He cut his hair, It looks good

Staring and lost in thought I didn't notice him staring back. He sheepishly smiles at me, I quickly look away too embarrassed and sad. All the old unresolved emotions hit me like a car crash, I start to get anxious and nauseous. Around me, the air started to cool and the wind picked up rapidly;. the clouds begin to darken. The people around mutter in confusion; I can't breathe, I can't move, I can't speak.

Suddenly a comforting hand touches my shoulder. Shaking and on the verge of tears, I look and see who it was, Namor.

"Walker of Clouds indeed, I see you truly are a descendent of Ororo." He calmly speaks "Breathe." he pauses "It'll pass"

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, after a few seconds everything around me slowly calms. It passed, I put my hand on my heart and breath for a few more beats, before I open my eyes. "Thank you" I softly say

So maybe I can control the weather...

He nods, "Are you okay Ki'ichpan (beautiful girl)?"

"I'm getting there." I chuckle. Namor was wearing his normal royal jewelry in addition to golden shoulder plates, kind of like armor; attached were red and white robes that flowed nicely in the wind. "I didn't think you would come. Also, we gotta talk about this 'Ki'ichpan' business. Can't keep casually calling me beautiful in all of our conversations"

"I almost didn't. My people advised against me being here but if we are to work with the Wakandans, it must be done. If anything happens my people are near." he leans into my ear, "I will call you beautiful because you are." The hand he has on my shoulder sneaks down to my lower back. "This is a lovely dress you're wearing. You look very," he pauses, "commanding"

Nervously I laugh, "You are one hell of a sweet talker," I look him dead in the eye, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

He deviously smiles.

I think he took that as a challenge.

Before he responds Peter returns, "uhhh" Peter looks at Namor's hand placement "Everything good here?"

"Yes, Peter everything is fine, just talking to a friend."

Without even acknowledging Peter, he looks at me, "Is this your Twin Flame Ki'ichpan?" he asks with a hint of frustration.

Is he angry?

"Ew" Peter and I say in tandem.

"This is my brother, Peter. Peter this King Namor ruler of..." I look at Namor for Help

Namor hesitates to respond, "Peter can keep a secret as easily as breathing air. You can trust him. All of us here are allies, you have my word" I assure

"Talokan. Ruler of Talokan" Namor Responds

"Well, it's great to meet you Namo- Mr. Namor sir. I mean King" Peter fumbles

"Namor is fine" he smiles

Before we could continue with introductions the doors to the palace open and we all file in, one by one. As we walk through, the announcers introduce us one by one. He gets to Namor,

"Introducing for the first time ever, King Namor ruler of Underwater Kingdom Talokan" Namor Bows and Walks away.

"UNDERWATER?" Peter whispered and yelled.

"So amazing," I say in awe

It was our turn to be announced, "Welcome Millaenyia Parker, primordial earth witch, master of the elements, And her brother Peter Parker, Spiderman, protector of New York " he pauses "One of the many heroes of the Batlle of Earth"

Peter and I bow and continue forward.

"They remember me?" Peter whispers

"Unfortunately no, but did you think I'd let them announce you as just a plus one" I reply

"Thank you" he smiles

"Of course" I respond

"Alrighty let's get through the night without embarrassing ourselves," Peter says

"No Promises" I nervously smile

Let the show begin

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