#dark attuma

[attoye]

we’re manifesting on his behalf 😍

concept by @xblackreader

[black-pussy-supreme]

Close-ups of my commissioned art. Vampiric spouses Attuma, Okoye and their Manor and a new chapter in their story Daughter of Darkness https://archiveofourown.org/works/51387355

[siancore]

Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | Part 5 of 6

Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.

Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma; captivity; mind control; butt stuff; cum shots; cum eating; choking

You are responsible for the content you consume. Heed the warnings and act accordingly.

Okoye swallowed hard. Attuma could feel the movement under his firm hand.

“I – I loathe you,” she managed to say while keeping her eyes locked on his.

“Hardly,” said Attuma. “You covet my attention.”

She continued to stare at him.

“You have been here waiting for me like a yearning housewife.”

He leaned closer to Okoye and whispered, “Tell me, did you fuck yourself while I was gone and pretend that it was me?”

“You’re a brute.”

“Am I a brute or a liar or King of your cunt?”

Okoye felt a pulsing set in between her legs.

“You are King of nothing,” she spat.

Attuma narrowed his eyes and said, “I hold dominion over you.”

He shoved her down onto the bed. She landed on her back. Okoye was unable to speak. All she could do is watch as Attuma stripped his ex and his armor from his body. He then climbed on the bed and ripped Okoye’s dress from her body. His eyes ran over her nakedness, drinking her in, as he removed his rebreather and then licked his lips.

“Show me how much you missed me, my little yearning housewife,” Attuma said low and evenly. “Spread your legs and show me.”

Okoye bit her lip and did as Attuma commanded. She shifted and then opened her legs for him. He smiled down at her and tilted his head to the side, admiring the way her pinkness glistened, framed prettily by dark brown.

Her lithe, slender fingers traced the rise of her mound before rubbing at her hooded bud. Attuma watched with desire and interest as Okoye circled her clit with the pads of her fingers. She whined in response to her own attentions. Her breathing became heavier, and she moaned slightly, closing her eyes.

“Keep your gaze on me, Pretty Flower,” Attuma demanded, causing Okoye to open her eyes once more.

She continued to rub her clit. The harder she rubbed herself, the more her arousal grew. Okoye could feel her juices flowing. She slipped two fingers down to her opening and dipped them in. Attuma all but growled at the sight as Okoye slid her fingers in and out of her tight, wet heat.

Okoye used her thumb and began to stroke her pulsing little nub while simultaneously finger-fucking herself. She chanced a look at Attuma. He held his large, stiff cock in his hand and watched her. She was urged on by the sight of Attuma the Brute stroking himself. Her fingers were not enough. She needed to be filled by him. To be taken by him; possessed by him.

“Please,” Okoye whispered. “I want you.”

Attuma smiled down at her and moved to cover his body with hers. He brought his face close to hers, resting his substantial weight on her slight frame.

“Tell me again.”

“I want you.”

He smiled once more and then pressed his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Okoye kissed him back. He bit down on her lip, and she could taste something coppery. A little sweet but mostly briny. Her blood. Attuma licked it away as he ran his tongue over Okoye’s bottom lip. He stared into her eyes as he shifted between her thighs.

“Did you miss me?” he teased as he rubbed the large crown of his cock against her clit.

“Yes,” Okoye whispered with a shudder. “I missed you.”

Attuma placed a biting kiss to her neck, leaving a mark.

“Do you need me?” he asked as he licked the place where he had just bitten her flesh.

“Yes, my Lord,” Okoye replied, breathy and intoxicated by want.

“Good,” said Attuma as he inched himself inside of Okoye.

The slide was tight and overwhelming. A deep, pulsing ache between Okoye’s straining thighs. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his flesh. Wanting to make him feel just a fraction of the pleasure and pain that she was experiencing. Attuma stretched Okoye wide open as he thrust into her relentlessly. His weight pressed down on her, pinning her to the mattress. He was all around Okoye. Assaulting her senses and tearing her apart with an almost violent precision.

It was too good. Left her feeling heady and claimed. Okoye was not sure if she could feel anything else but the sensation of Attuma fucking her hard, going deeper. Hitting her spot; taking her soul with every single impalement. With every drag of his teeth against her searing hot skin. With every stolen kiss against her lips; too soft and gentle amidst a rough fucking. With the hint of something else; an unspoken promise. A yeaning of his own. Their lips remained locked together when they each found reached their respective climaxes moments later.

xXxXx

There seemed to be a shift in the air as Okoye laid on the bed they had soiled with their arousal and release. Attuma had not left after he had fucked her into near oblivion. He remained next to Okoye on the pallet, a strong arm holding her firm against his body. Her head resting against his chest. It felt strange to be lying there like that with the man who was her captor; a man who was not her traitorous husband. Okoye’s mind was racing, even though there was a calmness that enveloped her and Attuma.

“May I have my belongings?” she asked, the palm of her hand splayed over Attuma’s scars.

“Which belongings?”

“The belongings that were taken from me when I was brought here.”

“Why do you need them?” asked Attuma as he ran his hand up and down Okoye’s back. “I have given you everything you need.”

“Except my freedom and sunlight.”

He sighed loudly.

“Pretty Flower –”

“More like a wilting flower,” she said ruefully.

“I will have one item of your belongings brought to you and one item only.”

“Just one?”

“Yes, one thing only.”

“My beaded bracelet.”

“Why?”

“It was given to me by someone I care about,” said Okoye, somewhat mournfully.

“Your useless shit-stain former husband?” asked Attuma with venom laced through his words.

“No,” said Okoye. “From the person who trained me as a warrior.”

Attuma considered her request a moment and then said, “Very well. You shall have it.”

“Thank you, Lord Attuma. You are most generous with me.”

Yes, well, I fear you soften me, Warrior Beauty,” he replied as he pressed a languid kiss to the top of Okoye’s head.

xXxXx

The hour was late when Attuma left, and his servants delivered Okoye’s Kimoyo Beads to her. They activated as soon as they touched her skin. She checked that she was alone before ensuring her tracker was turned on and then proceeded to send a message and then make a call. Ayo answered.

“General,” she said, sounding relieved.

“Ayo, I am with the Talokanil. Has the American been returned safely?”

“Yes, the Scientist is under protection of the Palace. Are you well?”

“I am being held prisoner. The Talokanil General has – he has claimed me as part of their war customs. I don’t know how long I can leave my tracker on for.”

“I have already found your coordinates. Someone will come to rescue you. Hold fast.”

“Thank you,” said Okoye, with relief in her voice. “They have me under guard, but they rarely receive unwanted visitors, so it’s lax. More for their General’s peace of mind. I’ll send a scan of the immediate area for the extraction team.”

“General.”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I have some bad news to tell you.”

“What is it?” asked Okoye as she knit her brow.

“It’s about W’Kabi,” said Ayo carefully. “He is gone, Okoye. He is dead.”

Okoye felt a wave of shock wash over her but recovered quickly.

“How?” she asked softly.

“Drowning.”

“What? But how?”

“We do not know,” Ayo replied. “He was found in his cell yesterday. All signs point to drowning, but we cannot see how that was possible.”

Okoye took a deep breath and said, “What did the autopsy find?”

“Salt water in his lungs.”

Okoye felt her stomach sink as realisation set in.

“Attuma,” she whispered, more to herself than to her friend. “Attuma the fucking Brute.”

[neptoons1998]

Picture perfect

A/N: This is my attempt at writing a dark!Attuma cause all the cool kids are doing it. my version is different because I have Singlemom!Okoye and daughter!Riri. It's been in my brain for a little while so I'm going to spitball what I wanted to write (Sorry if it's booty water)

Tag gang: @xblackreader @pantherheart @mal-urameshi @somethingcleaverandwhitty

Summary: Okoye and Riri are kidnapped by Attuma.

Okoye wasn't sure where she was. All that she knew was that she was severely meters below the surface.

"Good, you're up," A husky voice called out to her Okoye turned her head.

"Why am I here," Okoye demand. She knew that these water people and the Wakandans made peace over a century before so why kidnap a high-esteem general.

Attuma smirked loving that his wife was straight to the point, "For the ceremony."

"Ceremony?" Okay questioned. Attuma nodded happy that his wife could understand his language.

"Yes our marriage ceremony," Attuma stated causing Okoye to blink in surprise.

"Marriage? I don't even know you," Okoye said waving her hand, "Take me home."

"Oh," Attuma blocking the exit for Okoye to leave, "I can't do that. A child needs her two parents to stay together."

"What are you talking about?" Okoye could feel a headache forming in her head. Attuma could only smile, "Yes our daughter."

"We don't have a daughter, " Okoye stressed ready to push the man out of the way. Attuma sighed like Okoye was the problem child, he wrapped his hands around her wrists pulling her to another room. The room looked like a child would live in. Okoye's heart went straight to her stomach.

There in the corner stood her daughter Riri, to freight to move from the spot she probably woke up from. Riri whined seeing her mama.

"Why is she here? She's just a child," Okoye growled out as she watch from a distance where her child stood. Riri tear eyed looked lonely at her mother, but not daring to step out of the corner.

Attuma's eyes stared at her, Making the woman feel unsettled in her stomach, "Still an important piece to my image."

"What do you want," Okoye said gritting her teeth. She had to change her plans now, instead of ambushing other warriors and escaping. Okoye has to think up of new plan that would save her and her child.

"I have given my life to protect my country and yet I don't have anything for myself, " Attuma started dragging Okoye into the room., " I have always wanted a family."

Okoye sucked her teeth, "That's the reason. So you kidnap me and my daughter so you can play house."

Without warning Attuma wrapped his hand around Okoye's throat. Okoye started seeing spots in her visions as her hands were failing to peel Attuma's hand away from her neck. Felt like he made his point across and dropped Okoye like a sack of potatoes.

"Let that be a lesson to watch your tone with your husband," He said as he walked out of the room. Okoye still gasping as she crawled closer to her daughter, who was silently crying. The warrior cradles her baby giving her the soft assuredness that she'll find a way to get them out of her.

The former general had a new plan she would by her time collect as much information as she could and then escape that route.

[dontruinmymorning]

LET’S EAT

one way or another

Okoye was ready for her solitude and wasn't really looking to date again. Not after W'Kabi. But Shuri insisted she meet this Attuma. Not that she did a good job of convincing her. At the very least, it might make the Christmas party more interesting. She wasn't precisely prepared for Attuma and everything that vame along with him. But she loves him, more than even she thought possible. One way or another, Attuma will be hers. And only hers.

@pilesofpillows @theemfingmenace @cupidzboww @shawana024 @tvreadsandsleep @mickimomo @dontruinmymorning @theeblackmedusa @tubbiegordito @siancore @xblackreader @mal-urameshi @mamajankyy @vibralumy @misslackey

[multific]

The Heart Beneath the Armour

Attuma x Reader

Summary: He is Talokan’s strongest warrior, but in your arms, he is simply a man in love.

The ocean buzzed with life around you, a beautiful song of currents and waves. 

The bioluminescent glow of Talokan pulsed in the distance, illuminating the deep dark with hues of blue and green. 

You swam through the water with ease, your body moving in sync with the gentle push and pull of the tide. 

But you were not alone.

You never were.

Attuma followed behind, a silent force of nature, his presence as steady as the ocean itself. You had grown used to his quiet watch, his eyes always on you. 

He was not a man of words, but he did not need them, not when his actions spoke volumes.

Still, you longed for more. More than protection.

As you reached a coral ledge overlooking the vast, endless abyss of the deep, you turned to him. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live on the surface?”

His answer was immediate and quick, it left no doubt. “No.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Of course you don’t.”

He tilted his head slightly, the smallest hint of amusement in his gaze. “And you?”

“I used to,” you admitted, letting your fingers touch the glowing tendrils of a nearby sea flower. “But not anymore.”

Attuma’s powerful frame remained still, his trident gripped loosely in one hand. “Why?”

A man of few words indeed.

You hesitated. “Because there is nothing for me up there. Not anymore.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. Attuma had known you long enough to understand what you left unsaid, that Talokan had become your home. 

That he had become your home.

His voice was quiet when he spoke again. “You have not said this before.”

You turned fully to him, your heart pounding in the silence that followed. “Maybe I was waiting for you to ask.”

A shadow passed over his face, something conflicted, something restrained. 

Attuma was strong and fierce, a warrior who did not fear battle, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was careful and guarded.

And yet, his actions had always told you the truth.

The way he placed himself between you and any threat, even when you were not in danger. 

The way his hand would hover near yours in the dark, so close you could feel the warmth of him but never quite touching. 

The way he always knew when you were tired, when you were restless, when you were sad, and he would stay near, saying nothing, but making sure you never faced it alone.

But you wanted to hear him say it.

“Attuma,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “I need to know. Do I mean something to you?”

His jaw clenched, his grip tightening on the trident. “You are important to Talokan.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “That’s not what I asked.”

His eyes darkened his entire body tense. It was as if he were preparing for battle as if the very idea of expressing his feelings was more terrifying than any war.

“Say it,” you whispered, moving closer. “If you feel nothing for me, tell me, and I will never ask again.”

Silence. 

The weight of the ocean pressed around you, thick with anticipation.

“I have no words for what I feel.” His voice was rough, edged with frustration as if the confession itself was being pulled from him. “Not in a way you would understand.”

Your breath hitched, your heart aching at the struggle in his eyes. “Then show me.”

Attuma did not hesitate.

He closed the distance between you in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you against his solid chest. The warmth of his skin burned through the cool of the water, his hold determined, possessive. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath shallow, unsteady.

“I have been yours since the moment you stepped into the sea,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “You are in my thoughts when I wake. You are the last thing I think of before I sleep. When you are near, I am at peace. When you are far, I feel the absence like a wound.”

Your eyes stung with emotion, your fingers clutching at him. “Attuma…”

“I have never needed words,” he admitted, his hand rising to cup your face, his touch gentle. “But if you need to hear them, then know this, I would burn the surface world to ash before I let it take you from me.”

A shiver ran through you, not from fear, but from the raw, unfiltered devotion in his voice.

“You do not need to,” you whispered, pressing your hands against his chest. “Because I am not leaving. Not now, not ever.”

Without another word, his hand move to the back of your neck, tilting your head up, his lips crashing against yours.

The kiss was deep, all-consuming, a declaration in itself. 

There was nothing hesitant about it. 

Attuma kissed you the way he fought, with purpose, with strength, with everything. 

His hands tightened around you, pulling you impossibly closer, as if afraid you would slip through his fingers like the tide.

But you had no intention of ever letting go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours once more. “You are mine,” he murmured, the words sending a shiver through you. “As I am yours.”

You smiled, resting your hands on his shoulders. “That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?”

He huffed, the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Do not ask me to repeat it.”

You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his. “Then don’t make me doubt it.”

Attuma tightened his grip, his gaze dark with promise. “I will never give you a reason to.”

And with that, you allowed the silent tide between you to finally break and pull you into something deeper than the ocean itself.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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[pilesofpillows]

Won’t You Bring Me Whiskey? || Attoye Drabble || Western AU

Warnings: Hats off to Cowboy Attuma 🤠

Tags: @mamajankyy @xenokattz @tvreadsandsleep @ariyannah @iccedays @blissdoutbyattuma @umber-cinders @mickimomo @dontruinmymorning @princess-of-gondor

“And here I was, thinking you’d forgotten me.”

Okoye acknowledged his presence without ever looking up from the papers strewn across her desk, right where Shuri had said she’d be.

Attuma smiled at her from the post he’d taken up against her office doorframe.

“Darling, I think I could take a hoof to the head and still remember every damn detail about you,” he replied with a soft laugh.

Her writing paused, and she spared him the briefest glance before returning to her work, amusement dancing on her lips. “Flatterer.”

“Maybe so,” Attuma conceded, standing to his full height and flashing her a charming smirk. He strode over to the large oak desk and leaned close enough to smell the lingering scent of orchids and amber on her skin and see the bright glint in her dark eyes, “but never a liar.”

She hummed in response, lips quirking up, and continued her writing. “Staying long?”

The question was a familiar one, and he thought he heard something like hope in her tone. But he ignored it just the same as the pang of disappointment that flashed through him, knowing the answer.

“Just until morning. We leave at first light,” he said quietly, rounding the desk and leaning against it as he admired her. Even after almost a year of this— whatever this was —he still found himself awestruck by her. From the sharp arch of her brow to the wide set of her nose, the deep bow of her full lips and elegant column of her neck, the sleek lines of her collar bones and supple curves of her breasts and hips, Attuma could spend hours cataloging her beauty.

He had.

“Tell me something,” Okoye started as she finished scrawling a few numbers in a ledger and interrupted his musing. “What does it say that your dog found her way here before you did?”

She chuckled at his questioning hum and closed her ledger, storing her pen. Then, she pushed her chair back, nodding to the black-and-white animal napping under her desk.

Attuma glanced down and snorted as Yawri sleepily blinked one eye open. “Comfortable down there?”

She sniffed at him, then crawled from under the desk, yawning and stretching as she went and placed her head in Okoye’s lap, preening as the woman began to scratch her behind the ears.

“You’re an awfully spoiled thing, aren’t you?” Attuma admonished playfully, shaking his head as her tail began wagging from Okoye’s continued attentions. He was suffering from a unique sort of madness where he found himself jealous of his own dog. “but I suppose you’ve got your priorities in order.”

Okoye shot him a dazzling smile lined with mischief. “Why Mr. Almehen, are you implying I’m a priority to you?”

Attuma froze for a moment, biting his tongue to stop the answer from spilling out. She always left him floundering, on the edge of laying out every secret his soul held. Gunfights held less danger, and yet—

His mouth curled into a dimpled grin as he replied, “No need for implication, Ms. Khubana. You occupy every spare thought I have.”

The admission earned him a playful arch of her brow, and she stood after stroking her hand through Yawri’s fur once more. Her eyes remained locked on him, and her skirts swished softly as she danced around the dog to close the short distance between them. His hands moved of their own accord, winding around her waist the moment she was within arm’s reach and pulling her into his chest. Okoye didn’t object; she simply traced her hands up his arms and settled them on his shoulders.

“Every spare thought?”

Her eyes studied him carefully, compelling the answer before there was thought to refuse.

“Mm-hmm.”

She pushed up on her toes, nudging his nose with her own, and something sweet on her breath danced across his lips.

“What about the occupied ones?”

Nimble fingers mapped the veins of his neck before burying themselves in his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut as she began massaging the base of his skull.

“Hm?”

His errant hands tightened around her waist and drifted down to the warm skin of her exposed back.

“Do I occupy your other thoughts? Even the busy ones?”

His eyes shot open, finding hers immediately. Dark eyes entranced and entrapped him, and Attuma drowned in twin pools of brown richer than the ripest cacao.

“Yes.”

His confession was rewarded with a kiss this time, and Attuma found himself uncaring for self-preservation.

Slow and searing, Okoye kissed him until he was drunk with desire and the whiskey that lingered on her lips. He kissed her back fervently, moving his mouth over hers until his mind spun from the lack of oxygen. The hand in his hair tightened as he pulled back, and he cupped her cheek with one hand, resting his forehead on hers as they breathed in tandem.

Orchids. Amber. Whiskey.

Okoye.

He never wanted to leave.

~plus venire~

A/N: I got bored and drunk and I’ve been watching a lot of Yellowstone and this has been in my drafts for… a while. Just a lil bit though I might circle back later... excuse my rambling in the tags

[mamajanky]

Imagining an Attoye Au where Okoye is a captain of a pirate ship and in the middle of a battle or storm she gets thrown overboard and Attuma is a merman or another mystic creature that saves her😍

It could take a dark turn and he could take her back to his cove and keep her as a gift from the sea or something idk…sigh

[pilesofpillows]

Okoye, sus and concerned for her own well-being

Me, encouraging this method love because Yandere Attuma is bae:

» Dark!Attuma-lite || Attoye Prompt Drabbles || Master List « » Okoye Taken #2 — Continuation of Mechanical «

Okoye woke to darkness. No, not darkness, she realized as her groggy eyes began to clear. The room (if it could be described as such) was dim, but not dark, a faint glow emanating from what looked like worms hanging from the ceiling above her. It was beautiful but unnerving as she didn’t understand the light’s source. In fact, taking stock of her surroundings, she didn’t recognize where she was at all. The salted, damp smell accompanied by the sound of continuously trickling water were unfamiliar to her.

Hastily sitting up, she was momentarily thrown off guard when her body swayed back and forth, instead of remaining stationary. The movement brought her to another discovery: she’d been sleeping in a hammock. Where in Wakanda would these sights and smells be present with a hammock serving as her bed? Nowhere, her mind supplied as a light panic started within her, her heart rate shooting up from the calm cadence at which it had been beating when she’d first woken up.

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[black-pussy-supreme]

Keep your Enemies Closer - BlackPussySupreme - Black Panther (Marvel Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

My first Dead Dove Fic featuring Dark Attuma!Heed those tags! I hope you enjoy this one😈

[siancore]

Attoye Canon Divergent | DarkFic | Explicit | Part 3 of 4

Summary: Okoye offers herself to be taken by the Talokanil in place of Shuri. As is customary with prisoners of war, they are to be sacrificed to Ku'ku'lkán. However, Attuma is infatuated with the Wakandan beauty and asks his God-King if he can claim her as spoils of war. Okoye has a plan, and she will allow the Talokanil warrior have his way with her to execute her plan.

Content Warnings: Dubcon; explicit sex; language; power imbalance; obsession; violence; dark!Attuma; captivity; mind control; butt stuff; cum shots; cum eating; choking

You are responsible for the content you consume. Heed the warnings and act accordingly.

Iliya came into Okoye’s quarters carrying a small vial. She greeted her mistress and bowed her head in respect.

“Ni-ixik,” the girl said quietly. “I have been sent to rub this remedy into your skin.”

“What is it?”

“Marula and baobab oil,” Iliya explained. “U-Ajawil Attuma said you were in pain. I am here to help.”

“Thank you,” said Okoye as she sat up on the bed.

Iliya kneeled in front of Okoye and asked, “Where do you ache?”

“Everywhere,” said Okoye with a wry laugh. “But you can start with my legs if you like.”

The girl nodded her head and set about her duties. The oils worked wonders for Okoye. By the time Iliya had gotten around to massaging her mistress’ back, Okoye had fallen asleep. She was tired right down to her bones. Her fading thoughts focused on Attuma and what he had in store for her next.

…

“Have we received further correspondence from Wakanda?” asked Namora as she and Attuma met with Ku'ku'lkán.

“Yes,” the God-King replied. “They want to meet immediately. I have responded and told them they need to wait. They hold no jurisdiction here. They will do well to remember that.”

“What are their demands?” Attuma asked.

“The return of the scientist and their General.”

“I care not for what happens to the girl,” said Attuma flatly. “But the General is mine. We are bonded. These are our customs. Like you said, Father: The Wakandans have no jurisdiction here.”

“What if they insist on her return, Brother?” asked Namora, ever the level-headed one of the pair.

“Then I will cut down every emissary they send,” Attuma retorted. “She is mine.”

…

Time felt different down there. With no sunlight to let Okoye know whether or not it was morning or evening, she felt off kilter. The aching in her body had subsided marginally. Attuma of Talokan had made himself clear: He was going to claim her body with all the ferocity of an unrelenting warrior. With all the strength and brawn of a man blessed with the X-gene.

Okoye shivered at the thought of him taking her again. She was still tender between her legs, and Attuma had given her a mercy by not fucking her again so soon after his first onslaught. But still, he seemed like a man who would not wait to sate his appetite very much longer. Okoye knew he would return and seek her out once more. When he did, it took her by surprise. She was startled when he came calling.

“They do not want you,” said Attuma, as he stepped into the room where Okoye was being held. Her scent permeated the spaces between. It still smelled of their fucking. “The scientist will be returned and an agreement will be struck. Your queen has not negotiated your return. She cares only for the girl. It seems Wakanda does not wish to be at odds with the Americans or the Talokanil. The girl will go home, and you are to stay with me.”

Okoye remained silent. She pushed all of her emotions down into the pit of her stomach. She lifted her head and her gaze settled on Attuma as he stalked toward her slowly and began to remove his garments.

“If it were me,” said Attuma, draping his k’apak over a small seat. “I would kill everyone in my path to get you back. Is Wakanda really that weak? That they would not fight for their greatest Warrior?”

“You lie. I am not our greatest warrior,” said Okoye, as she shrugged.

“You are the only warrior in their ranks who is worthy of me,” he replied as he undid his ex. “You are mine.”

Attuma was already sporting an erection. Okoye looked at his manhood and then at his face.

“Let me ask you this,” she said in a small voice. “How can I be yours when I am already married?”

“A husband?”

“Yes.”

“This husband of yours is of no concern to me,” Attuma said as he sat on the small bed. “I could easily slip into Wakanda today and tear his spine from his weak body. I would gladly fuck you on his shallow grave, but he is a waste of my time. He is a waste of your time. This husband does not matter to me and by the time I am done ravaging you, he will matter even less to you.”

“You’re a cruel man.”

Attuma smiled at Okoye’s assessment as he laid on his back.

“So I have been told,” he said with mirth in his inflection. “Now, come to me, woman. I wish to see your pretty little gash.”

Okoye found herself doing as she was told. She made her way to the bed and climbed onto it. Attuma grabbed her thigh and dragged her towards him. He placed both of her legs either side of his wide chest. He could feel the warmth of her naked sex against his skin.

Okoye’s back was to him as she straddled him. Attuma ran a rough finger down her spine. She shivered and he smiled. The flimsy garment she was wearing was in his way of enjoying and drinking in her beautiful muscles and curves and her soft dark skin. He tore the dress from Okoye’s body, startling her, as ornate beads fell from the fabric.

“They had that made for me, you brute.”

“I will have them make another,” he replied as he ran both hands down Okoye’s sides. “Now, lean forward my Pretty Flower and let me see.”

Okoye rose up slightly to her knees and then leaned down the expanse of Attuma’s firm body. She lifted her ass and presented her pussy to him for inspection. Her revulsion at this beast of a man mixed in with her arousal.

Attuma placed both hands to Okoye’s ass. He gave it a squeeze before bringing his thumb to her opening.

“Still tender?”

“Yes.”

“So wet for me, mm?”

“Yes.”

“My Pretty Flower,” said Attuma as dipped his thumb into Okoye’s wetness and then trailed it up to her sweet little ass hole. “You are dripping for me.”

“Please, I can’t,” said Okoye quietly. “I can still feel you in my womb.”

Attuma let out a laugh and then pressed his thumb against Okoye’s puckered opening.

“Your scent is maddening,” he proffered. “Your sex is magnificent. Just the promise of taking it once more has me on the brink of insanity, Okoye. But I will let you heal before I fuck you there again.”

Okoye’s skin felt like it was on fire at his crass words.

“Besides,” Attuma added as he trailed more of her juices to her ass. “You have other pretty holes I can fuck.”

…

Attuma tasted briny. Okoye swirled her tongue around the crown of his large cock before sucking it between her lips. She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper into her mouth. Still straddling his chest, she could feel Attuma’s fingernails dig into her thighs as she began to work her lips and tongue over his hardness.

Okoye could not take all of his manhood into her mouth. She used her hand to strum the base of his cock as she took as much as she could. Curses and praise fell from Attuma’s mouth amidst his guttural moans and panting breaths.

“Oh, Pretty Flower,” he all but whimpered. “Your mouth. I – I should have made you suck on my prick sooner.”

Okoye felt pride in Attuma’s praise, and she tried to take him deeper. She swallowed around his length and let as much of his dick as she could slide down her throat. Attuma’s hips bucked at the sensation and she gagged a little.

“Okoye,” said Attuma while running a large hand up and down her back.

She began to roll her hips, needing some kind of friction to ease the throbbing of her clit.

“Hmm, take what you need,” said Attuma while he watched the way Okoye’s cunt clenched as she rubbed herself against the ridges of his raised scars.

She pulled off of his cock and began stroking it while rubbing her pussy against him.

“Hmmmmm,” Okoye moaned as she built up more speed, both with her hips and her hand. “Bast help me.”

“Shhh,” said Attuma as he pushed Okoye’s head back down. “Keep sucking.”

Okoye did as Attuma commanded and took his cock back into her mouth. She moaned around him as her release drew nearer. She continued to grind against Attuma until she reached the apex of her pleasure. She pulled off of him as her orgasm washed over her. Seconds later, Attuma reached his climax, and he came hard. His seed shot from his tip in a thick ribbon of white that splashed across Okoye’s cheek and her lips. She collapsed against Attuma, fighting to catch her breath before he spoke.

“Show me,” he demanded, before grabbing Okoye by the back of her neck. “Show me your face.”

Okoye shifted so that it was easier for Attuma to drag her up to face him. His dark eyes, still filled with hunger, scanned Okoye’s features. He smiled at her. Okoye slipped her tongue out and licked some of his cum from the corner of her mouth. His hand slipped from her nape to her throat as he stared at her with pride and desire.

Attuma then pulled Okoye in and captured her lips in a messy kiss. He then flipped them so that Okoye was on her back, with his hand to her throat, staring up at him with wide eyes. Attuma traced his finger over a stripe of his cum and then slipped his finger in her mouth. Okoye sucked and licked it clean.

“I cannot say which makes me happier,” Attuma said, his voice still low and deep from his desire. “The sight of you covered in my love-bites or covered in my seed. Either way, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

He shifted his hand to cup Okoye’s face, running his thumb gently over her chin, before lowering himself to press their lips together once more.

“Thank you,” a breathless Okoye whispered against his lips.

“So incredibly beautiful,” Attuma added quietly. “And indelibly all mine.”

[astoldbyaja]

His Soul Ch.18 ~Wakanda Forever~

“Sometimes the acts of rape will not be horrible or painful. Sometimes simply making your body enjoy it in hopes to bring shame to you, gives them power. Do not be afraid to feel what is needed to survive your enemy. He touches you softly and caresses you, accept that your body’s natural response may like it.

He plays with you in ways a man should only touch his wife in the comfort of his home, accept it. He may even kiss you in the disguise of love and intimacy and you will kiss him back as if he is the last man on this planet… But do not let your body’s natural feelings taint your mind.”

“Never…”

Attuma’s ring and middle finger are pumping away into the depths of my body reaching my cervix. I’m panting and moaning out, as he lies between my legs placing some of the weight of his free arm on my thigh to keep it open. His fingers are drenched in both the ointment and my cum. My vagina no longer hurt once he used this strange ointment, but it also made my insides felt on fire in the best way. My vagina is throbbing and popping in ways that made my brain unable to think. There must have been some aphrodisiac properties in it. His fingers curl over sensitive spots, his dark eyes watching me with fascination and over whelming lust as he lowly mutters words of praise and affirmation.

“Perfect mi alma. You’re doing amazing. Does it hurt any? How about here?”

One moment his fingers are pumping into me fast bringing me to the edge only for him to slow down and tease my quivering insides. He’s studying my face, trying to figure out what movement gives him which expression. My walls are clenching tight around him sucking on him as if it were his cock.

My throat burns from all the loud moaning and panting, my hips are grinding on his fingers only for him to use his free hand to hold me still.

“There will be plenty of opportunities to ride me my beautiful wife. For now, let me take care of you. Let me show you what my love can provide.” he coos as he teases me more. My knuckles are turning white as my head falls back against the blankets. He pumps into me more picking up speed once more, making my moaning grow heavier. I will accept this pleasure, take it and get my body used to it. I will do what is needed to survive and see my people.

“Aah! Ah ah ah ah ah aaahhhh!” I moan out before yelling loudly as my vagina is ringing in pleasure, a soft growl of satisfaction escapes him as he watches me cum all over his thick fingers. He slowly pulls his fingers out of me and my thighs are shaking. I look at him glazed eyes as he is licking his fingers of the white creamy substance that coated his blue flesh. He lets out a low moan as he slowly withdrew his fingers and sat up. I do my best to calm my breathing, my chest feels warm. My walls are throbbing again, and I can feel whatever was put inside me was still running its course.

Attuma can see my quickened breathing and he reaches down to rub his thumb over my wet, and now incredibly sensitive folds. I wince and mewl in pleasure as I feel the blissful ringing of my body.

“You still need more don’t you, mi alma?” he purrs, and I looked up at him, his voice a low tremor that echoes in my mind.

“Yes.” I replied with a soft pant. He tilted his head some as he observes me, his hair falling over one side of his shoulder. He begins to move between my legs.

“Then more you shall have.”

His cock is swollen, dripping precum all over the sheets as if he was in pain. He slowly begins to glide his girthy shaft against my wet entrance, teasing me more. My body trembles with need and I whimper feeling the pleasure growing deep inside me and he sees this. He sees my desire as I look up at him our eyes mirror each other. He pauses his teasing before he suddenly is inches from my face.

I almost gasp as he’s looking directly into my eyes. I see my brown skin in his eyes as he sees his blue skin in my orbs. We inhale each other’s scent; the smell of sweat and bodily fluids is a part of that smell. His lips press into mine and I respond with the level of passion and intimacy he is giving to me. His hands rest on my hips, and I feel his cock head against my entrance pushing into me with ease.

I gasp as I’m perfectly lubricated from the ointment and my cum. His hips began to grind into me deep and slow, he wants me to feel every inch of him inside my very core. And I feel him. I feel him deep in my stomach all the way into my throat it feels. Our foreheads are pressed together as our eyes stare intimately into each other. My hips grind against him, my walls tightening around him so he can feel the velvet smooth muscle milk him.

He grunts and growls as he picks up the pace almost immediately. I moan and pant and whimper the pleasure devouring me. And I let it. I embrace it because I have to. My head falls back and I’m crying out blissfully as he stretches me to the point I feel completely stuffed. His strong hips slam into me hard, his balls smacking my ass with each thrust. I feel his lips in my neck sucking on my jugular before biting its way down to my shoulders. I feel myself being torn in half and it feels amazing.

His cock is driving deeper and harder hitting all my sweet spots in ways that make my chest arch into him, my legs wrap around his hips to cling to him. He growls into my flesh whispering words of love and tenderness into my flesh. It means something to him, but it means nothing to me. I feel one of his hands come up to massage my breast.

“When you are swollen with my child, nothing else will matter. Our family will grow, and you will stay with me forever.” he breathes into my shoulder before fighting down on it hard. I hiss as he breaks the skin and a small stream of blood pours down my shoulder and into the bed. I will give you nothing. He moves even faster and harder, hitting my womb aggressively sending me into a state of addiction for this feeling.

My moans grow louder, my heart is pounding fast, and I grip his forearms feeling my fingers biting into his muscles. I was reaching another powerful orgasm, and he can feel it. His hips falter a bit as his lets out a guttural growl. I feel his knot forming inside me, but he keeps going, he’s holding back until I cum. My thighs start to shake violently and before I knew it, I’m gushing around his fat cock so hard, and it feels amazing. I yell out hard gripping his back as he keeps pushing, riding out my orgasm before finally I feel spurts of heat filling me up, coating my walls in heavy spurts.

His muscles tighten as he holds me close to his body, as if constricted around me. His knot expands inside me locking us together. My walls are vibrating around him the blissful high and pressure in my groin still very much there. I pant raggedly my throat dry from the moaning and panting and other noises I have made. He remains pressed to me his forehead pressed into my shoulder licking at the bite mark.

“Are you in any pain anywhere?” he asks as he finally looks at me, his eyes now gentle and soft. I lightly shake my head, and he gives a soft, almost needy look. He raised his hands to gently touch my cheek and use his thumb to glide over my lips. “Speak to me.”

It felt like a command, but I could hear the desperation of the request.

“I am not in any pain.” I replied. He seems relieved and goes back to nuzzling my shoulder and then my neck as we wait for his knot to deflate.

“Do you still want more?” he asked. I felt he was wondering if the aphrodisiac had calmed down. I shook my head.

“No.” I said watching him carefully to see if he’d accept my answer. He nodded with a low hum.

“Then we won’t use the ointment anymore unless you wish it.” he said lowly. I look up at the cave walls trying to quiet the sensations in my body. But I nod, nonetheless. After some time, his knot goes down and he slowly pulls out of me. My walls are sensitive and still gripping him some, but I sigh as I felt suddenly empty. Silently he moves off the bed after a moment and he moves to grab his mask and dip it in the vat of water before placing it to his face and taking some long breaths of the water.

Now he moves to the table and grabs what looks like some cloth. He comes back onto the bed and presses the cloth to my inner thighs cleaning me up. I was still watching him do this for a moment. His movements are gentle and calm as he cleans me up. With his free hand he’s merely rubbing my legs.

He then gets up again from the bed and moves to the table and grabs some fruit and a knife and he begins to cut it open. I watch him turn to me, proudly naked, and he bites down into the fruit and comes back to the bed. His cheek is large with the fruit as he leans down on his knee and holds up the other half of the fruit. I sit up slowly and take the fruit and silently we eat. It’s sweet.

“The ambassador and the scientists will be released tomorrow.” he said after swallowing. I glanced at him and nodded.

“Good.” I replied. I hoped they would get home safely, and it wasn’t a ploy for nefarious reasons on the Talokanil’s parts. He glanced at me for a moment.

“Knowing that this was your fate do you regret ever helping the Talokanil children?” he asked curiously. I looked at him before remembering the children. If they weren’t a ploy to inevitably get me here, which I do believe Namor would never use his people a pawn, then I can imagine I wouldn’t hold ill will toward them.

“No. I do not regret my gathering with the children, nor do I regret saving them… even if it all led me here.” I said. He looked a bit skeptical. “I do not blame innocent children for the actions of the adults in their lives.”

“Would your brother share the same sentiment?” I winced as I thought of my brother and his feelings. He was probably very angry and sad that I was taken. I shook my head softly.

“I don’t know… you took his only family from him; you took me from my only family.” I said softly.

“And now we are a family.” he said as if trying to make me feel better. I sighed gently.

“With what he is going through- with what Wakanda has gone through… I would say right now my brother is capable of anything.” I told. Attuma seemed to take my words into account, and he nodded, and we kept eating.

Normal POV

M’Baku was standing in his chambers merely looking out at Wakanda as it slept. This was his home, and he had to protect every life in this city. It is what he dreamed of since he battled the late T’Challa. There was a firm knock on the door.

M’Baku merely grunted and in came Shuri who gave the Wakandan salute before entering.

“My king, you wanted to see me?” she asked. M’Baku turned and looked at Shuri with glimpse of warmth in his eyes and nodded.

“Yes. I need you to get me a report of all our inventory from resources of our mines and all our food sources.” he said. She stood straight and nodded.

“For just Wakanda?” she asked. M’Baku shook his head.

“No… for all of Africa. I need reports on all ports with fishing boats and any other resources used for bringing in any type of sea life into Africa that makes its way to Wakanda.” he said.

Shuri winced some trying to wrap her head around why M’Baku would want this. Was he worried about Namor using the sea life to somehow poison any food coming into Wakanda?

“I can get this report, but it will not be a quick thing.” she said. M’Baku nodded in understanding.

“Get it to me as fast as you can then.” he said before turning from her. Shuri bowed and turned from him but paused and looked at him. She remembered the look in his eyes after killing the mercenaries who tried to break into their vibranium labs.

“M’Baku… I know what it feels like to lose your sibling… you and I… we both have lost our parents. I have lost my brother, and your sister has been taken but she is alive. Every decision you make from here on will not just impact her return, but all of Wakanda…”

“What are you saying Shuri?” he asked trying to keep his annoyance in check.

“We tried to capture Namor, and his people still managed to get the upper hand last year. I am saying whatever we do, and we will do it together, but whatever we do we cannot fail.” she said.

M’Baku nodded slowly.

“You are right… what I have planned cannot be done in a matter of days or even a few weeks. The fish man does not want an alliance he wants to rule over us and he’s using my sister to do it.” he said before turning and looking back out into the city. “Kore and our two scientists will be back tomorrow. I will hear what they have to say, and how I move forward, whether I decide to go through my plan or not, will be based on what they tell me.”

Shuri nodded.

“Whatever you plan… I am with you as are all the other tribes as well. We must answer this injustice with justice.” she said. After a brief silence Shuri left his chambers. M’Baku stared at the glass before silent tears fell down his cheek.

‘Survive my sister… I will save you.’

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Author's Notes

i finished this while lying on my stomach XD anyways what do you all think M'Baku is going to do?

[skylarstark4826]

This is all very amusing for Attuma. 

It had started at the beginning of the week period, Okoye had become snippy and a little moody. The first day, Attuma was confused and worried he did something to upset her, but she quickly told him that he hadn't done anything when asked. When she had refused to give him his kiss, he insisted she tell him what was wrong.

She simply shrugged and said "Nothing's wrong."

And she continued to pout and snap for the rest of the week. Attuma was amused by it all and found himself smiling at her pouts and angry rants. Because he had finally realized what it was.

He had come into the front of her lawn and greeted the large grey beast she keeps as a pet, rubbing along its horn like Okoye had taught him. He didn’t usually announce himself when he came to visit her as it had become a daily occurrence. She just left the door unlocked for him.

So when he walked in and she was showering, he debated on joining her but thought against ot since she had been upset with him. Instead, he had gone to the kitchen to prepare her tea.

He heard her steps approach not longafter. “You’re here early.” She had said, sounding slightly chipper.

He turned and froze in his spot, unable to process what his mind was seeing.

His eyes raked up her body. She was wearing a dark purple towel, that sat against wet skin snuggly and nothing more. She tried to keep the sly smile off her face but he could hear her heart racing and that’s when it clicked.

She was horny and wanted him to fuck her. 

The thought alone had Attuma's cock twitching, but he decided to play his own game this time around. Clearing his throat, he looked her up and down and rose one eye brow.

“Where are your clothes?” He asked simply.

Okoye rocked from side to side on her heels, casually. “In my bedroom.”

He nodded and turned back to the kettle. She stepped closer, standing next to him. He looked down at her and she looked back at him, her eyes pleading and her heart hammering in her chest.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep from kissing her if he looked so he kept his eyes on his tea. “It’s best you get dressed then, you’ll catch fever.”

After a beat of silence, she sighed and stomped back to her room, and all he could think about was how cute she was (besides how good her ass looked). When she left him, he braced himself on the counter and willed his arousal to fade.

Okoye was always counting on him making the first move; two could play that game.

By the end of the week, she was even worse. Attuma had come and gone, and he hadn't done more than a peck on the lips. His touches were more of a teasing caress than sensual and he never pushed for more.

And Okoye was livid.

She withheld cuddling and kissing and anything else she could from him, and while it did make him a bit needy for her, he was going to get even for her being such a brat.

He would watch her from afar, admiring her body in her clothes or the way she would move to try and entice him. When he felt himself grow weak, with the sight of her shivering away from him, Attuma would simply pull her into his arms and hold her close to him, and would ignore how she cursed at him under her breath. But he wouldn’t touch her how she wanted.

Not when she sat in his lap and wiggled. Not when she started wearing less and less fabric when he came to visit her. Not when she started a habit of bending over and picking up just about everything in front of him.

He would just smile.

She would pout and huff. She would glare at him.

Finally, it seemed, she was reaching her limit. Now, here they were. With her angrily doing household chores just to be away from where he sat on her couch.

“Ow!” She shrieked suddenly and Attuma broke from his thoughts to jump up and rush to her.

Upon seeing her however, he saw she had not visibly hurt herself. But a broken glass sat shattered on the kitchen floor and she wasn’t wearing any shoes, only her favorite silk bathrobe, that was also his favorite.

He looked between her and the glass before sighing.

"You must be more careful, my love." He chided. He grabbed her hand gently and guided her up and onto the counter, before bending down to pick up the glass pieces one at a time.

As he cleaned them up, a familiar and extremely addictive scent overtook his senses and he knew what she was doing already.

Soft and sweet moans above his head had him shutting his eyes to collect himself. Her heart was hammering in her chest as he cleaned. And when he stood up, he saw her spread open before him, her legs dangling down and her hand between them, rubbing slow circles on her clit. 

Eyes half-lidded, dark and inviting while her plump lips were either being bitten raw or twisted into an expression of ecstasy. Batting her lashes, she shot one look upwards and Attuma nearly chuckled from her cleverness.

She was sitting beneath mistletoe.

And the sounds, the moans and gasps she made had him swallowing thickly and his cock stiffening.

But he couldn’t lose control, not now.

Approaching her slowly, he looked her over. Soft dark thighs spread to reveal the most delicious part of her perfect figure. Wide hips, thick lips and flushed skin that turned into blood red silk that hung loosely over her shoulder and exposed the slightest amounts of smooth dark skin. Sounds that made for fit an angel graced his ears and grew more like gasps as he came closer.

Towering over her even on the counter he reached behind her waist

And dumped the broken glass in the trash can,

Before stepping back.

Her eyes snapped open and he saw the betrayal in her expression.

He couldn't help it, he laughed.

She was so adorable and her shocked expression was priceless.

“If you wanted me so bad, you would ask for me.” He said, standing between her legs without touching her skin.

Her mouth hung open and he could see her trying to put words together, but nothing came.

Instead, her hands reached out and pulled him in by the back of his neck. He held himself from kissing her even when she whimpered and tried to pull him closer.

But she hadn’t asked for him, he had to remind himself. So instead, he kissed her forehead, and her temple, her cheek. He kissed the corner of her mouth and smiled at her frustrated huffs.

“Attuma!” She snapped, glaring at him.

He looked her in the eye, raising his eyebrow at her. "Ask me."

She swallowed and looked at the mistletoe again "Y- you have to," She said softly, almost breathless, "kiss me, please ." It was a start.

Smiling slightly, he gave her what she wanted. Capturing her lips between his teeth and nipping before bringing a hand up to craddle her jaw. Their lips slid and slotted against each other and her arms wrapped around his back to pull him closer between her thighs.

She whimpered and whined against him, begging and pleading with her lips and her body and the way she pressed her body against his.

He broke away and watched her expression turn from blissful to desperate.

“Attuma, please-“ she begged, flexing her fingers against his chest and attempting to keep him against her skin.

“You got your kiss.” He reminded her. She had only asked him for a kiss.

But she didn’t look too satisfied with that.

Her eyes welled up, threatening tears. He had never seen her like this, so desperate and wanton. It sent a prideful shiver through his chest and down his abdomen. 

“Ask for what you want. I cannot help you if you will not tell me.” He teased, pressing her bottom lip with his thumb. He had been patient enough, if she still won't say what she wants, he will have to take matters into his own hands… by himself.

She whined, shaking her head.

"What's wrong?" He feigned, confusion.

The vision of her breasts heaving, hard nipples poking the silk drove him insane. “A- Attuma… please! Don’t be… please…”

He tilted his head, moving his hands to her knees and rubbing small circles on her breast with his thumbs. She looked him in the eyes and let out a frustrated moan, her heart beating so hard and fast it was the only thing he could focus on.

"Don't make me ask." She pleaded.

"I don't know what you mean."

"I don't wanna ask..." She whimpered, looking down.

He sighed, his thumbs sliding up her side and palming her heavy chest. Her back arched and she let out a gasp, her hands covering his own.

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "Why not?"

She was trembling. "W- because… i- why do I… i-it's not- it's not my fault, it's…”

Leaning down to press a hot kiss to her neck, he growled low when she gasped again. Sensitive to his touch, with how desperate she had become.

He nipped at her skin and she nearly cried.

"Tell me, in ki’ino.” He rasped, pressing his erection into the apex of her thighs as she moaned. "I will give you everything you desire, you only have to tell me what you want."

"Please, I- I can't, i- it's embarrassing..." She was a whimpering mess in his arms. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against his crotch, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Stop being a brat, diosa." He growled, his voice low and husky. She was blushing so hard, her breathing shallow and her heart racing.

"You’re being so unfair… you knew the whole time…” She grumbled.

He smiled, kissing the soft spot below her ear. "You didn't have to tease me so much, in yakunaj."

“You tease me!” She countered, but lost her fire when he rolled his hips over her clit perfectly. “Oh!”

“Beg for it, my love. All you have to do is tell me what you need.”

“ You , Attuma.” She admitted finally, “I need you inside me, please? Just fuck me…”

He could hardly contain his excitement at the admission. His grip on her thighs tightened and he felt his skin tingle with need.

Pulling her body flush against his, he picked her up and flipped her over, settling her hips on the counter while she yelped and flipped up her robe to expose her soft round ass.

Attuma couldn’t wait anymore, he had been patient long enough and he was about to burst.

He freed his cock, the head already glistening and weeping pre cum.

He groaned as his hand pumped his shaft, his head falling back at the pleasure. “This was not fun for me either, my love. Holding myself back from my prize.” He pressed his tip against her swollen and soaking wet entrance, and she shuddered and whimpered.

Slowly, he began sinking his cock into her tight heat, her walls contracting and pulsing around his girth.

Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut and her fingers scratching the granite surface. Once his cock was seated fully within her, he paused to admire the view. Her pussy, spread wide, her lips a delectable brown and puffy and her clit throbbing. Wrapping her fingers over her soft ass, he groaned deep when he began pulling his cock out, slowly, letting the ridges rub against her walls and she moaned loudly.

“You missed my pussy…?” Okoye said, looking over her shoulder and rolling her hips back.

Attuma grinned, his grip on her waist tightening as he plunged back inside. Her head dropped and her breath hitched.

He leaned over her, pressing kisses along her back, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, her ass bouncing and her back arching had his hips stuttering.

“It has been merely a week since I last fucked you properly… greedy woman.” He grunted, sending a firm smack to her ass.

She gasped and moaned, her body quivering and shaking, her knees buckling beneath her.

He pulled her up against him, holding her down against the counter as his cock continued to pound into her. Hot, wet and tight as it was, her walls sucking his cock and squeezing, the sound of her soaked pussy and his heavy balls slapping her clit.

His pace sped up, and she cried out. Her moans and cries were the sweetest sound and the scent of her arousal and sweat was his new favorite smell.

"I've been waiting for you all week," she breathed, "please don't stop...!"

Attuma felt himself twitch and throb. The sounds of her pleas and her wet cunt was driving him insane. Pulling out of her, he spotted his cock between her ass and rubbed his shaft between her cheeks.

Okoye was moaning, and her body was shaking. She whined and threw a small fit before his large rough hands squeezing at her ass placated her slightly.

He smirked and lifted her off the counter and onto her feet. "Back up, Diosa.” 

Obeying without delay, she hopped back up onto the counter and watched him lift her left leg over his shoulder. She blushed hard, watching him as he took his cock and rubbed it against her entrance, slipping in the tip. She sighed and moaned softly, biting her lip.

"Good girl." He growled, his tip spreading their mixed arousal between her lower lips. “Pretty petals…”

He pushed the head inside, and the rest followed, stretching her and sinking in to the hilt.

Okoye whimpered, her eyes shut tight and her walls tightening around his cock. Attuma moaned, leaning forward to kiss her lips sloppily. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He thrust into her slowly, grinding and circling his hips and rolling his pelvis and listening to her sounds of pleasure and her sweet sighs.

After a while, she bit his lip, nicking the flesh and Attuma pulled back slightly.

Okoye rubbed soft hands down his neck and chest, grazing his nipples. “I wanted to be fucked, not made love to.”

Attuma obliged. 

Planting heavy fists at her side, he leaned closer and trapped her knee over his shoulder. His hips began snapping into her, and her moans turned into squeals and cries of ecstasy. Every kiss was broken by a groan slipping past his teeth into her lips, and she took his assault graciously.

He growled and moaned, his eyes focused on the sight of his cock disappearing between her wet lips. She gasps pretty renditions of his name, and coupled with how her thighs and hips hugged every inch of his body, he was growing closer and closer to his climax.

"A- Attuma! I-I'm close… oh Bast- fuck- I- Ooh!" She shrieked and her thighs trembled.

With her walls pulsing and contracting, her entire body shaking, she was coming undone, her orgasm hitting her in waves.

Attuma could barely hold on, her tight heat clenching and milking him had him moaning and gasping as he released inside her, his cock swelling and filling her womb with a loud groan directly in her ear.

He rode her through her orgasm, her eyes rolling back and her mouth hanging open. He held her in place, her hips bucking and her body trembling, and he didn't stop fucking her until she was limp in his arms. His cock twitched, his head swimming and his ears ringing. Okoye recovered faster than him this time around, biting at his ears and caressing his throat while he squeezed every part of her he could.

The feeling of her hands rubbing his biceps brought him out of his high, and he looked down at her, her hair a mess, her skin glowing, her chest heaving.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “Again?” He asked.

He huffed when she smiled, chuckling while nodding. 

Placing a kiss to his chin, she pulled the ribbon on her robe loose and whispered, “You owe me a weeks worth…”

Picking her up by her hips, he planted a kiss to her lips and looked over his head, yanking the mistletoe down. “I am taking this. You do not use it responsibly.” And Okoye’s snickering on their way to the bedroom, made him smile. This was a start.

[jbarneswilson]

title: i’ve got a dark alley and a bad idea

pairing: okoye x attuma

rating: explicit

author’s note: hope you enjoy my entry for day one of @theattoyearchive’s kinktober event! big thanks to them for hosting this 😊. a serious debt of gratitude to @ninesdb for looking this over and boosting my confidence 💜💜💜

summary: Okoye slinks through the crowded bar, dodging clusters of drunk white girls and the dudes staring at them predatorily as she makes her way to the back door. Slipping through it, she sighs in bliss at the feel of the cool night air on her skin and the lack of deafening bass pounding her ears. She steps a few paces away and rummages in her purse for her pack of cigarettes. Further digging, unfortunately, does not produce anything to light said cigarettes and she huffs in annoyance. “Fuck.”

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[imperiuswrecked]

Has Namor ever reclaimed the McKenzie name? I remember he rejected it or something. Why everyone keeps using it?

The surface dwellers use his human name, Namor McKenzie or they call him The Sub-Mariner. He uses it too, but it's mostly on the surface world.

All New Invaders (2014) #10 - Prince Namor McKenzie

In the ocean and Atlantis Namor goes by many titles:

Prince Namor

Namor the First

The Avenging Son

The Sub-Mariner

Imperius Rex

Namor Fen-Son

Namor, Son of Fen

Son of Atlantis

Prince of the Blood

Prince of Atlantis

Prince Namor the First

Prince of Destiny

Scion of the Seas

Sea Lord

King Namor

King Namor the First

King of the Seas

Sea King

Phoenix King

Avenger of the Deep

Lord of the Seven Seas

Sovereign Monarch of Atlantis

Lord of the Undersea World

Emperor of the Deep

Supreme Commander of the Undersea Legions

As you see Names & Titles are important in Atlantean Society. A notable comic about his names: Namor, The Sub-Mariner (1990) #37 - Namor is called Namor McKenzie (the Atlanteans pronounce it Mak Kenzee) by Suma-Ket, the Ancient King of Atlantis. (He also has a few titles: Suma Ket, Prophet King of Ancient Atlantis, Lord of the Old Ones, The Dark King, The Devil-King).

Namor asserts he is "Namor, Son of Fen"

Suma-Ket once again calls him, Namor Mak-Kenzee after capturing Namor.

Namor shows his true strength and breaks free to fight Suma-Ket. Who is surprised because he thought Namor was weak (bc he's half human).

Namor once again asserts his princely birth and says he's the Annointed Avenging Son (because his mother named him Namor which means "Avenging Son" in Atlantean)

When Namor's true strength/power is shown Suma-Ket calls him, Fen-Son. Acknowledging his legitimacy.

So Namor has always gone by his father's (Captain Leonard McKenzie) last name but he was raised by his mother, Princess Fen, alone and views himself more closely tied to his mother and Atlantis. Do he is Namor Fen-Son, much like how Fen is called Daughter of Tha-Korr or Andromeda is called Andromeda Attumasen (Her father is Attuma)

I love Fen's other titles too

Princess Fen

Princess of the Blood

Beautiful Goddess of the Seals

Queen of Sharks

Empress Fen

As I was writing this out I recalled another time where his name came into question and I think this must be what you were asking about:

In The Order (2007) #7 Namor renounced the name McKenzie.

In my opinion people shouldn't read too much into this comic because it's clear the writer set up Namor to be used for the main character's plot of being the new guy who has to handle high profile situations.

Namor rarely, if ever lies, in 90% of his comics, he's one of the most honest and brutally in your face about speaking the truth characters in comics. The other 10% percent is when writers don't know his character. lol.

It's clear in this comic that Namor is angry because his people have no home again and he wants to embrass Tony Stark (due to the events of Namor (2007) limited series) and he wishes to become a political prisoner to further his plans to help the Atlanteans (it makes no sense to me at all plus at this time Namor was living in Latveria with Doctor Doom, this comic just ignores that I guess) and he is being difficult on purpose (more than his usual difficult self, lol) and rejects his human name even lying about the events of his mother and father's meeting. The main character calls Namor out for the lies and ends up saving the day.

So while I do enjoy Namor being abrasive mostly this comic just doesn't fit with the rest of his character history but I understand that sometimes writers do things for the sake of the plot.

So I guess to wrap up your question: Namor never actually rejects the McKenzie name (really The Order is the only time I remember this happening), however he views himself more as his mother's son, and a Son of Atlantis, than he does as his father's son. He does acknowledge his father and that he is his father's son but it's not as important to his character as his mother is.

Everyone uses McKenzie because it's his name and I guess it's shorter than his many titles. lol. People call him Namor or The Sub-Mariner more often. Honestly I only see his last human name used sparingly in all the hundreds of comics he has.

Namor's struggle with his human/atlantean parentage is always interesting to read about.

[pilesofpillows]

LAWDAMERCY

The feralness this triggered in me is c r i m i n a l… Like My Gawd.

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“I don’t like you,” Okoye loudly proclaimed, her hands fisted on either side of her body as she glared daggers at the infuriating man currently invading her space. She’d been on her way out of the training room when he’d found her, stalking after her as she’d walked past him down the hall.

“No, what you do not like is the fact that your heart races whenever I am around,” he countered, advancing on her tense form. They’d reach a secluded area of the building; her course having carried them away from the throng of women who’d been receiving her tutelage. The fire in her eyes—which would have sent most men, surface dweller or Talokanil, running in the opposite direction—amused him, his fingers longing to pinch her cheeks before bending her over to do as he pleased.

Noting that he’d trailed her, she attempted to stand her ground, but was forced back by his larger frame. He pushed his chest into her until she had to take several unsteady steps, lest she be knocked to the floor. Her defense was to strike back. She moved to punch him, aiming for his throat, but he caught her fist then took both her arms in his. He continued his forward stride, taking her with him, until he had her against the wall behind her.

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