#izogie x reader

[xenaizogie]

Sooo…I wrote another thing…

I’m still down bad for Izogie…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, if you will…

1.4k words

Insatiable Desire

Your fingers pinch her nipples, rolling the hard buds from side to side while lifting your thigh to press into her damp heat. Her eyelids droop even lower, a moan tumbling from her lips. She’s still looking at you, peering into your soul with her lust filled slits. She’s still buried deep inside you, fingers unmoving, while she rocks her hips back and forth in a languid motion along your thigh. Everything she does is so graceful, smooth. Your hands are on the move, caressing down over the sleek rolling muscles of her stomach, inching up her sides and around her back. You grip her shoulders briefly before lightly scratching your blunt nails all the way down her back, your hands coming to rest on the swell of her hips.

“Fuuck baby…”

Her moans are like a drug, engulfing your senses, every nerve ending tingling with desire. You grip her hips as she starts to grind harder, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her pussy is already soaking wet, leaving a trail of her need in its wake as her body moved. You push down on her hips while lifting your thigh, the added pressure making her mouth fall open in a silent moan. That just won’t do, you need to hear her. Your hands are on the move again. One reaching back to grab a handful of her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, while the other ventured forward, seeking out the warmth of her heated treasure. You lower your leg a little and can’t help but smirk at the sexy whimper that leaves her.

“Let me in” you purr as you move your fingers into the path of her core.

She answers by gliding her pussy back up your thigh bringing her clit to rest on the tips of your fingers. You press against her stiff nub with two fingers, slowly working them in a circular motion, relishing in the soft moans escaping her lips, glorious sounds indeed. Your fingers abandon her clit to begin sinking slowly, soo slowly, into her drenching depths. The shared moan is intense as she begins rocking her hips again, grinding down taking you fully inside of her. This causes her fingers to move in you again, slightly in and out with her body motions. You’re still wet, sensitive, but you try to ignore the delicious sensations it’s causing within you. You squeeze her ass as you flutter your fingers against her spongy sweet spot, wanting to intensify her pleasure. By the sounds dripping from her lips, you are doing a damn good job. Her tempo increases as you begin to curl and uncurl the fingers buried deep inside her. Her essence is oozing into your hand and over your thigh, the slick creaminess an enchanting feeling. You try to scoot your hips back, away from her, you needed to focus, and her fingers were driving you slowly mad. But Izogie was having none of that.

“You wish to deny me what is mine, hm?”

Each word accompanied with a thrust as she began digging you out in earnest, her hips surging to match her feverish pace. Your mouth falls open, you are trying to respond, trying to tell her never, but only a whimpering moan manages to break free. You both can feel your walls start to clench and quiver around her, the sensations gradually overtaking you. The obscene sounds you are making are only serving to urge her on. Your orgasm inevitable, you are determined to bring her over the edge with you. You hook your fingers inside her, pressed deep, curled upon that spot you know drives her insane. The tremor you feel in the thighs locked around yours gives you some solace, because you don’t know how much longer you can hold out. Her eyes are drinking you in, poring over your writhing body, taking in every gasp, moan, tremble, and spasm. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, wanting to witness the moment she tumbles over the precipice of ecstasy. Her chocolate skin is glistening under the glow of the scattered fire pits, enveloped in a sheen of sweat, her body is fluid, fucking on you and in you. You can’t help it, your eyes roll back into your head, another orgasm quickly running you down.

“You look so exquisite…falling apart beneath me…”

You are crumbling, your body drawing taut before wave after wave of pleasure crescendos over you. Her hips are moving at a maddening pace, chasing after her own pleasure, taking you along for the ride. Her rich moans are constant, her tremors becoming more pronounced, your warrior is oh so close, teetering on the edge. You force your eyes open to partake of the magnificent site before you, she is ethereal, her ebony skin glowing, her lithe body undulating on yours, her moans and gasps a sweet melody to your ears. You buck your hips up into hers once, and then again, sending her crashing headlong into bliss. Her head thrown back, her stomach and thighs quavering, she rides out the ebbing waves of pleasure with you, her hips and hand finally sputtering to a halt. The soft smile she is wearing melts your heart as she lifts up, slipping out of you and you out of her. As she sinks back down on your thigh, her smile turns slightly feral, and you already know where her head is at.

“No more baby, come here.”

Your plea goes unheeded, she already has your free calf in hand, guiding your leg up on her shoulder, angling her hips, inching her heated core up to hover over yours. You fit together perfectly, like you were made for each other. A whimper slips from you at the first kiss of your lower lips, the moan coming from Izogie enticing. Pulsing clit against pulsing clit Izogie grinds her body down into yours. One hand is around your thigh, using it a leverage, the other is on a meandering journey from one pert nipple to the other, alternating lightly flicking and gently squeezing and pulling the hard buds. Your hands fly out, grasping for her, one at the dip in her back, the other caressing every inch of skin you can reach. Her hips are rocking back and forth and back and forth, a ceaseless rhythm, only interrupted with an intermittent grind. Her languid body shows no signs of tiring anytime soon, but her grip tightens on your thigh, and you can feel the tremor start in her body.

“Uunnhhh…fuuck…”

Her eyes are hooded, her mouth hung slightly open, and her hips are dirty winding into yours when she cums. Her moans are like honey, thick and sweet, both of your hands are on her waist now, you’re grinding up into her, adding to her pleasure while your body is chasing yet another peak. Izogie has your leg locked against her body and she doesn’t stop, body trembling and hips slightly stuttering, she fucks you through her orgasm.  You are in a dreamlike state, nothing exists but you and Izogie, the rapturous feeling she is creating with her body rippling on top of yours and the heated words tumbling from her lips percolating your senses.

“Oouuuuu…you feel so goood…”

“Soo wet for me…”

“Give it to me baby…cum with me…”

Even if you wanted to deny her, your body does as exactly as commanded. You are cumming, a moan screaming from your lips and Izogie follows you over the edge, grinding her hips down hard in a circle into you. Through your euphoric haze you can still feel her hips, still register her words.

“That’s it baby…just like that…”

“I want it all…”

Your pussy is squirting, drenching you both in your juices, your body is intensely convulsing. Her groans fill your ears, driving her hips into yours, she’s cumming again. Body atremble, spent, nerve endings still ablaze, you are a whimpering mess beneath her and at last, her hips finally come to a stall. You are weak, your muscles feel like jello, and she is barely winded. She lowers your leg to the ground and then herself down to lay half on top of you, her lips lingering on yours before making a lazy path to your ear. Her voice, silky and smooth, caressing against your ear as she greets you.

“Hello, my love” she says, nibbling at your ear lobe before pressing warm moist kisses down the length of your neck.

Déjà vu.

You might never get out of this bath.

A/N: Sooo…Let me know what you think!! The scene you say? No, unfortunately, it still has yet to make an appearance...aaand i still dont have a title lol

Izogie is insatiable AND I AM HERE FOR IT!!!

Adieu…for now….

[chivgf]

One Last Time (pt. 1)

izogie x reader

summary: the mighty agojie attacked the men of your village. your husband, along with many other warriors died, but you and the women have a choice; join the agojie, or leave with nowhere to go. you choose to stay but are in no way prepared to find comfort in the same cold-blooded warrior who stuck her machete through your husband's heart. (Izogie calls reader a nickname throughout fic.)

warnings: violence/death (duh, if you scared you shoulda stayed tf home!), kinda fucked up romance given the fact that Izogie murdered your husband but she's just a girl. idk what other warnings i need to add so yeah just read it & i hope you enjoy enough to anticipate more parts possibly???

A/N: ik this part is kinda short but it's pretty much just an intro to this series, plus ive been working on this for months on end and i need to publish it before i start to despise it.

Spite and resentment consumed you as you watched your husband bleed out on the dirt. You remembered her face vividly. Sharp jawline, thick eyebrows and full-ish lips. Scars that could've created roads to walk on. Bursting out of your hut like a mad dog, you kneeled down over his weak body.

“Efosa!” you weeped. “Wake up, it is not the end! You must fight.” Tears streamed from your eyes like mini rivers. Your blood stained hands reached down into the sack on his belt and retrieved the wooden charm you gifted him before the war. You held it close to your chest and closed your eyes to avoid taking another glance at him. You could hear the metal clanking and battle cries cease.

“I will never forg--”

Before you could speak a last word to your husband, a hand grasped your shoulder firmly. Your body jerked and you turned slowly, afraid. It was her. There was a formerly healed scar on her eyebrow that appeared to have reopened during this fight.

“You have to come with us,” she spoke. Her eyes started on you, then moved to your husband. A disgusting smirk formed on her lips. She was proud to have killed him.

“I refuse to go anywhere with you! You are a monster. You find this amusing?” you spat at her. The smirk fell quickly.

“On your feet. We are taking you all to Dahomey.”

“My home is here. I am staying here.”

“I will not ask you again.”

“Good,” you replied, turning your focus back to Efosa.

Without a doubt, she stuck to her word. She aggressively snatched you up and threw you over her shoulder, taking you to the march line. You began kicking your feet and punching her back like a child throwing a tantrum. “Let me go!” you cried. “You killed my husband, you savage! Don't touch me!”

“If you continue to disobey me you will end up just like him,” she said without hesitation.

You were silenced. You stood quiet in line the entire march to Dahomey.

•••

“...any woman who does not wish to stay, is free to go.” General Nanisca ended her speech and watched many women make their exit. The woman from the battle was burning holes into you with her eyes, watching, waiting for you to crack and leave like a weakling. You refused to give her the satisfaction. You stared back into her brown eyes, clenching your jaw in nervousness.

“Let us move along then,” Amenza, Nanisca's most trusted warrior spoke. The intense eye contact was finally broken.

Moving further into the palace you were sent to sit with more experienced Agojie and wait for further instruction. You found yourself next to a woman with a small Afro and two braids on the sides of her head.

“They call me Desi, who are you?” she said as she studied you.

“Does it matter?”

“Mm, fair enough. Freed captive or Mahi?”

“Mahi,” you replied.

“Ah, I see.”

“Who is she?” you pointed as Nanisca, Amenza, and the husband slaughterer walked past.

“Izogie. Strongest warrior I know. Ran into trouble?” she asked, picking at her frighteningly sharp nails.

“You could say that.”

“My advice? Put it behind you. You will need her more than you will ever know.”

You nodded your head. She did seem strong. And smart. Perhaps you would need her. But you didn't want to think about that; for now she was still the same woman who ripped your life from you in a matter of minutes.

“Go and bathe yourselves, you know the drill,” Izogie boomed, walking to the area that you were in. You and Desi followed the other women heading to the baths, your hand in hers. An uneasy feeling consumed you as you felt Desi let go of your hand and walk at a swifter pace. “Eh-eh,” Izogie interrupted, grabbing your arm. Desi continued to scurry along. “Not you.”

You looked down at her hand. Her nails were like Desi's, only sharper and more deadly. Making matters worse, they were also digging into your skin. You whined at the pain a tad, but refused to say anything. When she finally released you, a little bit of blood slowly trailed down your glistening arm. You weren't sure if she even noticed. You covered the nail marks with your hand. “Have I done something?”

“Taken a liking to Desi I see.”

“Not necessarily.. she was informing me of the way things should work in advance.”

You impatiently awaited a response, but there wasn't one. She just stood over you, her frame completely blocking you from joining the others. You were micro compared to her, and she found it extremely amusing.

“If that is all, I'd like to go bathe now,” you croaked, breaking the silence. Her chuckle released some of the tension on her side, in turn building up some on yours. “Was there a joke?” you said, slightly irritated. She saw you as nothing but a pampered village wife, and you knew it. Izogie placed her hands on her knees and bent down to your level, once again reminding you of how small you are to her. Her face only inches away from yours, she whispered into your ear two simple words before walking away from the entire conversation.

“Be careful.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine as she made herself scarce. The scent of essential oils and incense lingered in the air, making you dizzy. Unsure of what she meant, you stumbled in confusion to the baths. There were many bodies taking up space in the water, but nowhere you looked was a familiar face. You scanned and scanned for Desi, your head still spinning a tad bit from your confusing conversation with Izogie. What about Desi was there to be careful about? She seemed sweet enough, no?

After a minute or two of searching for Desi, you found it pointless and decided to just bathe and get it over with. The steam from the warmth caused you to sweat as you let yourself sink into the water. You let out a small wince as a mix of the sweat and hot water grazed the nail imprint in your arm. “Ah!” you whimpered aloud, quickly looking around to make sure no one heard you. It was awkward to be alone in the baths with everyone speaking to people that they knew, so you found it easier to just close your eyes and pretend that you were alone, just like at home. You tuned out all of the loud voices and started humming a song to yourself, and finished up your bathing.

•••

You flapped out your mat lazily. It was your first day in the palace; no training yet, no nothing, yet you felt like you'd been worked half to death. The smell of palm oil and Jasmine floated in the air as you smoothed your mat out more and sat down on it. There were many women around you, some talking to absolutely no one, just like you. Still, you couldn't bring yourself to speak to anyone. You had no appetite at mealtime, and you weren't in the mood for sleep either.

Your thoughts of your late husband rang loudly in your ears. You had rarely ever been without him. He went to battle, yes, but he would always return safely to at least kiss you goodnight. Now, his caring and loving was simply just gone. Every part of you wished he was a ghost, haunting you in the sweetest ways. Brushing past you with a cold breeze when you feel alone, showing up in your dreams when your memories of him fade.

You found your restless body wandering around the dark palace. It was silent for the most part, besides the light and distant voices of the wives conversing in their quarters. It was surprisingly calming; the fires burning through the chilly night to warm you. After a while of aimlessly walking around, you started to hear faint noises. Your ears rang slightly as you strained to listen further. There was grunting and hacking, like someone was cutting down a tough tree. You followed the noises and a trail of sandal prints. The prints let you know this was none of the girls and women you had arrived with; this was someone who'd been settled.

Tiptoeing to the gate, you peeked around it curiously to find her.

Why couldn't you avoid her? What is her problem... What's yours?

You tried quickly to make yourself scarce from her, as she was equipped with her machete and swinging it angrily at the hay soldier ahead of her. Unfortunately for you, Izogie senses everything.

She tucked her machete in close to her and bent her knees in a defensive position. She continued to inch closer to you, asking, “Who is there?”

Low hung your head as you slowly revealed yourself to her.

“Ahh, it isYona.”

You looked up and raised a brow. “Yona?”

“Dove. You are meek and gentle; far too passive to make it here.” She placed her machete gently back into her scabbard and folded her arms. You rolled your eyes and sighed deeply. You knew you were not a warrior, but where else would a Mahi woman go in Dahomey? You could only live off of the streets for so long. Stepping closer, she followed your wandering eyes with her head. “Look at me,” Izogie demanded.

“I am not a dove,” you spat. You raised your head to meet her eyes. “I can do this, I will survive here.”

“Mm,” she nodded and retrieved her machete. “Show me.”

It was scary, to say the absolute least. Never in your life had you touched a weapon with intention to use it. Not even for defense. You reached out, your hands grazing her sharp nails once again. Recalling the moment those same nails broke through your skin sent a chill down your spine, but you managed to mask it. Holding the machete tightly in a fist, you bent down low like you'd seen your husband do in training.

“Swing it.”

“At what target?” you inquired studying the four hay soldiers to your left.

“Me.”

Your heart dropped. You didn't want to hurt anyone. Maybe that was your problem; you weren't willing to put anyone's life at stake, even if your own depended on it. Not to mention, Izogie is not only second-in-command, but has much experience. You don't have an ounce. A lump formed in your throat, but you swallowed it and moved closer, still low in position.

“Are you sure?”

“Yona, you would not ask the enemy such questions. Show me that you are a warrior. Show me that you have what it takes.”

You shut your eyelids tightly, took a breath, then studied her. Her eyes, to be specific. Efosa used to say, “The weakness is in the eyes,” but you could not find it. There was a strange coldness that she carried in her gaze; never breaking, never shifting.

“I've got all night,” she taunted, motioning for you to bring it on.

You noticed the same smirk on her face from when she stood over you, her blood covered hand on your arm. Blood that belonged to your husband. Anger consumed you as your breathing started to pick up. You gripped the machete tighter and began to follow her movements. After a minute of mirroring her, you took your first swing. It was wild, but you didn't care all that much. She dodged swiftly by an inch. Watching the fire from the torches dance on her face, you slid on the dirt and took another wild swing, this time at her lower half, cutting a gash in her clothing and her lower thigh. She let out a dry grunt but stayed focused on dodging your relentless jabbing and swatting with the weapon.

Your eyes were mad and fierce, your fury practically burning your skin. Izogie lunged forward at you, grabbing hold of both of your wrists with just one of her hands.

“That is enough, Yona.”

You pretended not to hear her and continued to struggle to get loose. The look in her eyes changed from demand to worry as she disarmed you and tossed the machete to the side. Still you fought, grabbing at her shoulders and taking her to the ground. It was like your body was moving way ahead of your brain. Izogie quickly overpowered you and climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists down near your head. You felt restless and weak underneath her.

“Enough!”

Her voice echoed in your ears as your vision started to get blurry and dark.

•••

“No, Miganon, what she needs is food. She hasn't laid one finger on anything since her arrival,” Izogie complained.

Nanisca scoffed and leaned over you.

“Take that up with her. She is awake now.”

You quickly scanned your surroundings. You lie on a highly elevated mat in a tent. There were weaponry decorations everywhere, a horn made of elephant tusk, and a pot of indigo dye. This was Izogie's personal tent.

Izogie watched from the tent's entrance as you took in everything. As you slowly locked eyes with her, you two exchanged no words. Your face carried a look of shame, remembering the actions that led up to this moment, while hers carried a look of guilt and concern. You keep your actions were irrational, especially since you would have to fight alongside her from now on, but you couldn't bare the pain of staring in the cold eyes of you husband's murderer.

Izogie took a breath before finally moving closer and speaking up.

“How..”

There was an odd change in her voice, was it hesitance that you heard?

“How are are you feeling?”

Your initial thought was to give her the silent treatment, but you decided against it and answered her question.

“I've been better,” you replied weakly. Your stomach growled, and you wondered if it was just as loud to the outside world as it was in your head. Clutching your torso, you tried to sit up for a second.

“Woah, careful,” Izogie rushed over and supported your back, holding you upright. She shook her head at her own actions. Why was she going out of her way to make sure you were alright after you...

Something clicked. You forgot that you'd injured her during your little explosion. You grabbed hold of her forearm with both hands and leaned over the mat. There on her thigh. That laceration you created. Pain inflicted on her, of your doing. Even after everything she'd done, you couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't fully deserve that. War is war, sides are sides. None of it was in her control, and it wasn't personal. You had to keep reminding yourself of that to get by.

Your head felt extremely heavy, but you still managed to pick it up to look at her. “I apologize,” you murmured. She looked down at her thigh, then back at you.

“I've had worse, trust me.”

The tent fell silent for a few moments before she spoke again.

“You should eat something.”

A nod from you was enough to send her straight out of the tent without hesitation, and when she returned, in her palms rested a fresh bowl of stew. The smell made your mouth water.

“Don't just stare, eat up.”

She passed you the bowl and leaned against one of the wooden posts set up in the tent. She watched you as if she was obligated to; as if she didn't have other things to tend to. You began to dig into the food she brought, completely ignoring the fact that her eyes never once left you. There was a deep regret tracing her face as you felt her presence move closer to you. Slurping the remains of the stew and wiping your lips, you looked to your side in curiosity. Her right hand was fidgeting with something in her beltsack nervously before she started to tell you something.

“You dropped this,” she presented you with Efosa's wooden charm. “..during the fight.”

You dropped the empty bowl immediately and grasped for the charm, your hands shaking as you turned it every which way to make sure nothing had happened to it. A great sigh of relief escaped your fragile frame. What would you have done if you'd lost it?

“I carved this myself, you know,” you told her, a tear forming in your waterline.

“It is very..”

Izogie grappled to find the right words, practically walking on eggshells so that she wouldn't trigger anymore negative emotions.

“It takes skill to create something like that.”

You let out a dry chuckle. The irony was too much for you to handle.

“What about your skill? What techniques work best for you when you leave your tent prepared to take a life?”

“I leave with intent to protect, not to kill, Yona. The Agojie are not just cold-blooded murderers, you must understand-”

You cut her off. “Save it. No words will remove that sight from my mind. How can you do something like that, then pretend it never happened? Tell me how, Izogie!”

“This is my life! I cannot change his fate, and for that I apologize, but you have no right to fault me when he, too, was rushing at me with a machete in his grip. He was trained not to stop until his target was down, as was I. Tell me, Yona, was I supposed to stand there and die? What else could I have done in such a situation?!” she raised her voice, slightly losing her breath after her statement.

She paced back and forth, her nails scratching her chin softly while she tried to think of what else to say as best she could.

“I am sorry! How many times must I repeat it until you forgive me?” she mumbled, her voice lessening to a whisper. In the short amount of time you'd been there, you'd taken note that every one of these warriors looked up to Izogie. They spoke of her as though she was some sort of unmovable force, yet you, in all your physical weakness, moved her with such ease.

“I don't know if I can.”

At your words, Izogie nodded and peeled back the entrance of the tent, clenching her jaw before removing herself. The sound of her footsteps retreating left an uncertain reaction in your body; you weren't quite sure if you wanted her to stay or not. The words she spoke to you were circulating through your mind, and you couldn't help but feel like she made a point. Before you could swim around in your mind for too long, you heard the tent open up once more. Expecting Izogie, you felt a pang of hope creep in, but it was just Desi, holding wildflowers.

“What's this?” you laughed, hands outstretched to receive the flowers she was handing you.

“I picked them myself, by the river. I figured you would appreciate some color,” Desi smiled sweetly, the new wooden beads attached to her two braids clanking in the wind. “That is very kind, Desi.”

She nodded. “The palace whispers, you know? About you.”

“Oh? What do they say?” you asked as you propped yourself up to listen better.

“They whisper that you were the cause of that cut on Izogie's leg; they also whisper that you are aiming for high ranks. They say that General Nanisca is next in your movement. Is it true?”

A snort escaped your nose; you'd never heard something so absurd.

“You cannot be serious. There is no movement, it was a simple fight,” you clarified firmly.

“I see, so you are just another palace myth?” she chuckled, but you didn't find anything funny. You shook your head and rubbed your temples.

“I am not in the mood for jokes,” you stated. You turned over on your mat and faced away from her. “You may leave, thank you for the flowers.”

“But I have just-”

Desi was interrupted by something. Rather, someone. You flipped back over to see why exactly she'd stopped talking so abruptly mid sentence. A tall familiar figure loomed over her shorter frame, its hand on her shoulder.

“I believe you were asked to leave.”

Izogie guided her out of the tent and walked to her weapon stand. You noted that her legs and hands were drenched in water as she placed her scabbard on the stand and removed her sandles, tossing them to the side.

“You are back,” you stated plainly, a pinch of relief lacing your words.

“Well yes, this is my tent.”

Facing away from you, she continued to dress down into clothing that provided more comfort for sleep. You couldn't help but watch, unable to fathom how one could be so rough around the edges, yet so graceful in every movement she makes.

“You are wet,” you added on top of your previous statement, your eyes still glued to her. She finally turned to face you. You'd never noticed how pretty she really is. You suppose nobody talks about things like that all that much in the palace unless speaking of Ghezo's wives, but Izogie was genuinely a good-looking woman in your eyes. You'd never blatantly admit that though, no.

“Any other observations you would like to voice before I lay down to rest?” she responded in an exhausted tone. She reached behind her stand and pulled out an extra mat, much more shabby than the one you were laying on.

A sigh escaped your lips before you shook your head no and spoke up again.

“Is that for me?”

“Do you really think that I would force you to-”

She stopped herself to take a grounding breath.

“I am not the monster you think I am, Yona.”

And those were her last words to you that night.

[scribblecake]

Spiced Wine

For @mybonafidefeelings and @imjusthere2readbruv

I didn't proofread good luck

TW: Alcohol, SMUT.

~***~

Izogie determinedly wound her way through the palace. Her day had been a grueling one. So many things, so many people, had made it their mission to try her patience. Now all the soldier wanted was to sit with some whiskey and have a moment to herself. 

Izogie hurried her pace, making a beeline for her quarters before swiftly shutting the door behind her. Once inside, a deep sigh freed itself from her chest. She turned to a trunk tucked neatly at the end of her bed and rummaged through it until her hands brushed against cool metal. 

Izogie wasted no time in opening the small flask and putting it to her lips. A small trickle of burning liquid graced her tongue and nothing more. It was empty. Izogie’s heart sank. 

“Of course it would be empty. Why wouldn’t it be?” She thought bitterly. If whiskey wasn’t an option, then a bath (while not the same) might help soothe her. Though Izogie loathed the possibility of someone intruding on her personal time. But with little choice to do much else, she set off.

With a towel in hand she slipped back into the halls of the palace and to her relief they were empty. The warrior had almost reached her destination when a loud thud rang out. She froze mid step, her head whipping in the direction of the sound. It seemed to have come from the kitchens. Her pulse spiked briefly after a clang rattled the stillness.

“The hell was that?” Curiosity and duty urged the soldier to investigate. Taking a deep breath, she stalked over to the kitchen’s entrance and peered inside. What greeted Izogie nearly made her choke.

She was met with a voluptuous ass bent over and shifting from side to side. The owner of said ass was on her hands and knees on the floor. She was shuffling around crates of vegetables, clearly looking for something. Heat rose to Izogie’s cheeks and she let out an involuntary cough.

The mystery woman gasped, whipping around to face Izogie. A flush settled on her own cheeks when their gazes met. Silence stretched between them. Their eyes locked on one another with neither woman sure on how to proceed. 

Izogie’s heart thumped against her ribs. This woman was a stunning vision of rolling curves Orbs of sparkling honey peered up from under thick lashes. Rounded lips were parted in surprise, hints of dimples kissed at their corners. Sharp cheeks held a dusting of freckles akin to the night sky and her scattering stars. 

“I-I can explain!” The woman stammered, effectively bringing Izogie back down to earth. 

She didn’t trust her voice to come out steadily so she wordlessly raised an eyebrow instead.

“I-I… you see… what had happened was… that I-... uhm…” She stammered before hanging her head in defeat, “Shit… yeah, I got nothing. I’m up to no good.” the woman laughed nervously.

The soldier let a beat of silence pass before daring to speak.

“Well, that much I can tell.” She snarked, “Who are you? And… what are you doing on the floor like that?”

The beauty shifted so that she sat facing Izogie. “I am Ako, I’m a servant of the palace. I overheard some kitchen staff talking about a fresh store of wine that was delivered this morning. I was… looking for it…” She admitted.

She stared blankly at the servant and the words left her lips before she could stop them. ”Have you any idea what they would do to you if they caught you stealing from the king?” 

Ako laughed, “I do. But you won’t tell anyone.” she grinned impishly. Her eyes held a peculiar gleam in them as she spoke. It laced her features with a cheeky confidence that held both playfulness and danger. 

Izogie scoffed and crossed her arms. “Oh? What makes you so sure?”

“Because you can have some if you help me get it.” Ako replied as if it were obvious. 

That made the warrior pause. Now there was an idea… It sure as hell beat taking a bath. So much for her alone time. Then again, having company didn’t seem so bad anymore... Izogie let out a low chuckle. 

“You must be new, even my trainees know that the wine is kept in the cellars.”

~***~

They were sprinting down the halls with bottles of wine tucked under their arms. Barely contained giggles bounced through desolate halls as the pair stole away to the barracks. Izogie’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. But she found it hard to care. 

Her chambers loomed into sight and both women skidded to a halt before slipping inside. Racing hearts and labored breaths shifted into another fit of laughter when their eyes met.

“That was fantastic! I feel drunk and we haven't even started drinking yet!” Ako grinned.

Izogie chuckled, setting her bottles down at the foot of the bed. “I think you might like breaking the law too much.”

The servant flopped next to Izogie on her bed. “How can I not? Breaking rules is just as important as following them!”

Izogie hummed in acknowledgement while she set to work on uncorking two bottles. Though it was a task made difficult by Ako’s proximity. Izogie found herself wanting to press closer, to see how Ako felt in her arms. And her wish was granted. Well… Sort of. Slender fingers brushed over the warrior’s hands and opened the wine for her with ease.

Ako smirked teasingly. “You seemed to be struggling.” 

Izogie flushed and cleared her throat. Luckily her flustered state went unnoticed by her companion, with drinks in hand they quickly fell into lively chatter. Ako still thrummed with smug excitement at their little raid. 

Her face lit up with joy whenever it was mentioned,  delighting in their mischief. The warrior found it endearing. Time flew by, spurred on by the pair talking about anything and everything. 

They traded palace gossip, joked, and merilly reminisced on times long passed.   

Wine continuously burned down Izogie’s throat, sticky, sweet, and comforting. It built a languid warmth in the pit of her stomach to accompany her fluttering heart. With each new tale Ako recounted, Izogie found herself less and less able to pull her focus away from her face. 

Her eyes drank in every detail. From amber depths under thick and animated eyebrows, to a crooked grin nestled between plush lips. They took notice of how Ako’s hands fidgeted and moved whenever she was excited or happy, of how her mouth would quirk into a smile when lightly teased. 

“Oh! Oh! I bet you haven’t heard this one yet!” Ako giggled excitedly. 

The warrior snapped from her daze. “Oh? Hm. Try me.”

The other woman leaned forward with mischief dancing in her eyes. “I heard… that Shante and Effe got caught sleeping together by a handmaid~”

Izogie gasped. Her eyes widened and red tinged her cheeks. “No!”

“Yes! AND they swore them to secrecy!”

That made her pause. Something felt off about Ako’s story.

“Then why do you know about it?” She questioned. Ako went pale. Her posture crumpled in on itself as she spluttered and choked on her wine.

“I-I… That doesn't matter. Drink more wine damnit!” She huffed.

Izogie rolled her eyes. “It's not like you were the one to walk in on them.”

The other woman’s face went red. She tried to hide in her hands with a drawn out groan.

“It was so awkward! I had to attend them for the rest of the day! That's why I went looking for the wine! I needed a drink after the day I’ve had!”

Izogie shook her head in disbelief “I don’t blame you! No one, except apparently Effe, likes Shante. Even at her best she is cruel. I can only imagine how she treated you after such an incident.”

Ako reappeared from behind her hands to fix the warrior with a pointed look. “Bad enough to make me crawl on my hands and knees looking for liquor.”

Alcohol had made Izogie careless, “Yes, I remember. I had quite the lovely view when I caught you in the kitchen.” she answered without thinking. 

Only when the words spilled did she realize her mistake. Harsh and sobering silence gutted the jovial mood. The only thing Izogie could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Ako looked stunned. Her eyes were wide and glimmered with something unreadable. 

Tension forced time to stretch forever into eerie quiet. However, something unexpected happened. Wordlessly Ako pressed herself closer. A smile graced gentle features as she leaned even further to press a kiss to the warrior’s lips, once, twice. On the third they lingered. 

The taste of wine tinged with a flavor that was uniquely ‘Ako’ lingered on Izogie’s tongue. It was intoxicating, hazing her mind and leaving her craving more. Tongues swiped tentatively against each other until the kiss deepened.

Izogie let out a groan when soft hands ran along the expanse of her shoulders. Clothes peeled away from their bodies to haphazardly scatter themselves in every direction. Her mind was on fire. Ako’s body felt like heaven against her own, only second to the feeling of velvety lips moving hungrily against her own.  

“Kissing a woman who belongs to the King… You have a knack for getting into trouble, don’t you?” Izogie husked when they finally parted for air. This earned her a giggle and a nip at her neck.

Ako’s signature look of mischief returned. “Agojie cannot take a husband or bear children. We,” she gestured, “are doing neither. Nothing is said against being with another woman~”

“You make a good point. Either way… I’m too addicted to you to give a damn.” Izogie accentuated her point by burying her face in her lover’s neck. Ako bit her lower lip to stifle her moans, her grip on Izogie tightening as she pulled them both down onto the bed.

Under pale moonlight they entangled themselves in one another. The soldier gave a low moan when she felt her lover’s hands tease at her breasts. Deft fingers rolled and pinched at sensitive peaks causing a bolt of searing hot pleasure strike down to her core.

The warrior’s body shuddered under Ako’s touch as she found her soldier’s most sensitive spots and toyed with them. A hot and desperate mouth attached itself to her nipple while a  wet tongue teased at her sensitive breast. Dextrous swirls worked languidly to pool arousal in Izogie’s gut.

Clawed hands gripped at her sheets as she bit back a whine, desire already beginning to dew her folds. It dripped and smeared between her shifting thighs. Upon sensing her warrior’s  impatience, Ako’s skillful tongue finally picked up its pace. 

“A-ko! Your mouth feels a-amazing!” Izogie breathed between groans. 

This time she received a harsh bite in response. Spurred on by her soldier’s words, Ako launched into a wanton frenzy, biting at Izogie’s nipples and lapping at both breasts as if she were starved. 

Arousal dripped from Izogie. Her womanhood throbbed and clenched under the onslaught of stimulation, fervently demanding attention. And as if reading her mind, lithe fingers found their way to the crux of her legs. They grazed her weeping center and the warrior burned under Ako’s touch. Molten desire slicked her aching core in earnest. 

Then everything stopped.

Izogie choked back a confused whimper at the sudden loss of sensation. Lustrous eyes suddenly filled her vision. Something cunning and devilish flashed in them.

Ako slowly dragged two fingers up her warrior’s slit, “Mmh~ Such a moaning mess.” she held the glistening digits up for Izogie to see. “All this from just toying with your breasts?”

Her lover’s hissed words made the soldier whine and squirm, heat rising to her face. Ako locked gazes with her as she dipped a single finger into her sopping heat. 

“I wonder how wet she'll be after I’m done.”

With that the finger withdrew. Then it returned with another. They slid deep into the warrior’s cunt, filling her up only to stay agonizingly still. Izogie huffed and panted with anticipation. Her lips parted to protest but all words promptly died in her throat. Ako pushed even deeper then curled her fingers upwards.

Izogie saw white. A prolonged groan tore itself from her throat as she clawed at her lover’s back. Ako grunted deeply before leisurely retracting her digits. Another hand snuck up to resume toying at her sensitive breast. Expert fingers never missed their marks, they reached places that had Izogie keening and gasping for more. 

“M-more! I need more of you! Please!~” She begged.

Sinfully wet noises paired with the intoxicating musk of sex filled the room. Labored breaths and muffled cries completed their amorous harmony. Lips found lips once again. A battle of tongues clashed. However; Ako had an unfair advantage. She thrust swiftly into Izogie’s depths while using a thumb to swipe at her swollen bud. 

The warrior jerked back. A hand flew to her mouth to muffle a scream. Ecstasy flooded every inch of Izogie’s body. Ako set a brutal pace, pounding hard and fast into her squelching cunt. This was definitely better than a bath. Her cunt felt so full, so hot, so needy. 

It squeezed and fluttered greedily around Ako’s thrusting digit. The intense sensations kissed a blush to her cheeks and stole the breath from her lungs. Wet heat coiled and twisted in her gut. It twisted tighter and tighter.

Until it snapped.

A shuddering cry echoed into the night. Searing hot pleasure overtook Izogie’s senses in toe curling waves. Sapid juices gushed freely from her throbbing sex. Muscles flexed and rippled with the strain of release. All the while, she clung to Ako’s sweaty and heaving body. 

Then all was still. Tender kisses were exchanged as the pair quietly pressed closer to one another. They basked in the glow of post sex bliss, sweaty, tousled, and out of breath, but happy. With a satisfied hum Izogie met amber eyes with her own. 

Lips quirked into a cheeky grin.

“Your turn.”

~***~

[wabama]

Just reread this banger🤭, let me tell you it felt like a refreshing sip of cold coca cola 🤷🏿‍♀️🤷🏿‍♀️

Rest, My Love || Izogie x Fem!reader

Summary:  Izogie needs to be pampered after a long day

Warnings:  requested, fluff, suggestive content, black!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This was requested by @szalipcombo

|*|

You could feel her muscles move under you as you rubbed and pulled at her skin, kneading the knots away from her muscles. Her groans and soft whimpers filled your room and your ears, making your heart soar at the thought of pleasing your lover. You could make out every tick, flinch, and quiver her torso made under your thighs. You felt her muscles ripple as you massaged her shoulders. Their tenseness always amazed you, you could rub them for hours today and your love would still come back in knots tomorrow. 

Her head rested in her arms as she lay on her stomach with you straddling her back. Her intricate braids hypnotized you as her skin slipped and rubbed against your hands with the help of the yangu oil.

“There is one trainee that stands out. All of the new ones are good, strong. But, her? She is different,” she explained, hints of a groan making its way into her tone. 

“Hmm,” you acknowledged, not paying attention to what she was saying, too lost in your own world. 

Your mind was far off in the distance, thinking of how Izogie puts her muscles to work. Small moments playing in your mental theatre. Like when she lifted you on her shoulders to reach the mangos on the top shelf, or when you asked her to fill up a water jug by the river and she came back with two in each arm. You stopped yourself from clenching your thighs, the sight of your lover smirking up at you was not one you wanted to see tonight. The gloating she would do for the rest of the week would drive you insane. 

“I call her Tse-tse,” she informed you proudly, head shifting to look to the right. 

“Tse-tse,” you repeated, the name making you laugh. “What did she do to earn that title?”

Her deep voice made your soul happy. Little did you know that your little giggle made her soul happy. It was a sound she didn’t get to hear often, especially with the recent spike in Oyo attacks on villages. 

“She constantly undermines us,” Igozie continued to complain. “Today she placed gunpowder in the solider’s heads. They exploded the moment we sliced through them.” 

You chuckled as your thumbs circled under her shoulder blades, her back rippling, reacting to your touch. You gazed upon her armbands, the material straining to hold her muscled arms. The oil continuing to leave a honey-like glaze on her skin.

“She sounds a lot like you,” you giggled in endearment, leaning down to kiss her right shoulder. 

“Like me,” she screeched. 

“Yes,” you giggled more. “Look at it this way, my love.”

She went silent and you could visualize her eyebrow rising as her gaze became judgmental. You could picture her crossing her arms and staring down at you, effectively intimidating you. 

“Well, I’m listening,” she mocked, eyes straining to see a glimpse of you. 

“Remember when you were a trainee? How many times did the Meganon take your sword? How many times did you question her?”

Izogie was silent, knowing the answer. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she huffed. “Why are you against me in this.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to dig the heel of your palm into the nape of her neck. Her skin was silky from the constant oils and moisture placed on her skin but littered with bumps and ridges from the scars she wore with pride. A symbol of her dedication and love for her people. 

“Be on my side,” she whined, the whiskey she drank earlier showing its effects. 

“Remember the saying what goes around comes around, I believe that’s how the Europeans say it,” you started. “Well, I suppose this is payback for giving Meganon such a hard ti-”

Your sentence ended with a high-pitched squeal as Izogie flipped over, you now straddled her waist, facing her. Her hands naturally found your waist and you shivered as she ran the sharp of her nails up and down the sides of your torso. 

“Do you remember what I say,” she questioned as she sat up, crossing her legs under you

Her chest rose and fell against yours while her eyes were dead set on you. A look of strictness and love mixed in her irises as her hands moved to squeeze your waist.  You held your breath as she leaned into your left ear.

“Always obey Izogie,” she whispered, hands coming up to caress your upper back before kissing your neck. “Hmm. And I believe I said take my side.”

“I always obey,” you whispered, barely audible, your thighs now clenching around her waist.

Your heads now rested on each other's shoulders. Your breath was calming and tranquil, something unusual for Izogie, it felt foreign to her. To feel such peace. She had become so used to the heavy breathing of running and fighting that now, just sitting and breathing slowly, was something that felt strange. 

“I love you,” you whispered. “I always fear for you when you leave the palace walls. When you leave Dahomey for Ouidah. It is hard to sleep, knowing that your love might not return to you.”

Izogie didn’t respond, choosing to nuzzle deeper into your neck, placing wet kisses everywhere she could. 

“I know what you do is good,” you continued, rubbing her back. “But, I hear stories about the infantrymen’s wives. I see how they grieve when their husbands die.”

She continued to stay silent, basking in the feel of your skin on hers. However, you could sense her breathing get shaky as her grip on you tightened. 

“Listen to me,” she began, lifting her head from your neck and bringing her hands to cage your face sweetly. “Look at me. I can’t promise that I’ll come back.”

Your heart began beating faster, her eyes still had a strictness in them now mixed with compassion and love. Your hands found her wrists and wrapped around them softly. 

“What I can promise is that when I’m fighting, I fight for you. For your safety, to come back to you.”

Her hands stayed where they were, thumbs now rubbing your cheeks. Her eyes searched for understanding in yours, eyebrows furrowing in a desire to see her lover be on the same page as her. 

“I love you,” she stated strongly, ”And I love the Agojie. I love being able to protect you from everything that wishes to harm you. I love being able to come home, knowing that I did everything in my power to keep you safe. I just want to keep you safe.”

You glanced up at her through your eyelashes. You gazed at her eyes as you saw the emotion that swirled in them. Bringing your hand to grab her left wrist, you put her palm to your lips, planting a small kiss on her hand. 

“I know, my love,” you agreed. “I just want you to be happy, and cared for. I know the trainees are a lot but please come to me before it gets to be too much instead of at your breaking point.”

“It’s not the trainees, my treasure. It's the Oyo, it's the Europeans, it's everyone. Everyone wishes for Dohomey’s end,” Izogie let out, forehead falling back on your shoulder.

You brought your hand to her hair, scratching and massaging her scalp. She groaned into your shoulder at the satisfaction she felt at your nails. Her thumbs on your upper back rubbed against your shoulder blades. 

“I just wish everything would stop for us,” she continued, her eyes drooping down.

“Come with me, precious,” you smiled softly. “Lay here with me.”

You laid down first and opened your arms for her. As Izogie lowered herself down, you got a peak at her muscles once more, working to support her. They rippled, tensed, and relaxed when she placed her head on your shoulder, snuggling into you. 

“Everything is stopping for us now,” you whispered. “Just sleep and rest, my love.”

|*|

A/n: Please leave me some feedback <3 constructive criticism is welcomed

[naomis-daydream]

naomi’s masterlist - izogie

“you are powerful, more than you know. do not give away your power.”

➯ ex-factor

➯ can’t take my eyes off of you

➯ dating izogie headcanons

[shuris3leg]

To all the writers reading this.

• I’m so proud of you!

• You’re doing so well!

• You’re amazing!!!

• Know that you will always have a support system on this app.

• F* all the haters and weirdos on this app.

• You guys are LOVED!

• You guys are Impeccable😘.

• I wish I had at least half the brain y’all have.

• Y’all’s pen game… OH MY LORDT 😘🤌🏾.

CHEFS KISS BABYYYY😮‍💨😮‍💨😘

Also y’all are Beautiful/ Handsome 😘💅🏾

Look guys I love you and so many other people on this app love you!! Have a wonderful Day… (morning,evening,afternoon,night) all of it😘😘💅🏾

[blacksapphhicmaddonna]

Okay so I know I was supposed to post not one but TWO Izogie fics… and a sequel to my Wenclay fic.. but the gag is that they’re not done 💀 I’m fighting for my life tryna beat writers block for all three but they got hands fr😔

The bright side is that I’m about to post a Maria Rambeau x Black!Carol Danvers fluffy fic bc that’s what worked out in my mind 😭 so yaknow, a win is a win 🫡

[masterajoy314]

@nanajen8 and @mybonafidefeelings y’all did it for me today and your stories/prompts! Y’all made my day 💕💕💕… continue to be the amazing you and thank you for sharing your craft/work! I love how you love our girl Lashana!

[xenaizogie]

Hey there suga, how you? Soo i really don't have an explanation for this... there is no plot whatsoever, just pure shamelessness...Enjoy!! (oh and the same rules apply, Izogie broke a couple nails...you know the ones)

words 1.7k

One Rule

Moonlight streams through the open windows, casting the room in a soft glow as the curtains flutter in the gentle breeze. The room itself was quiet except for your slightly heavy breathing, your mind lost in thought. You lay in bed atop the covers clad only in your underwear, eyes closed, and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth. The ache between your legs is almost unbearable, your arousal evident by the ever-growing wet spot adorning your panties. You are alone, except for your thoughts. Izogie left you with only one rule – no touching her pussy while she was gone. That was four weeks ago. One whole month you have been trying to ignore the undeniable ache, the incessant throbbing of your pussy, and you want so badly to be a good girl for her. But tonight, tonight, you are almost at your breaking point, images of you two together running rampant in your mind’s eye. You left your panties on in hopes to resist the temptation of breaking her only rule, but you needed some kind of relief, at least try to take the edge off. I mean, technically you really weren’t breaking the rules, right? Your hands roam free, one hand massages across your stomach stopping just above the waistband of your panties, the other gropes at your breast. You pinch the hardened bud, slowly rolling your nipple back and forth between your fingers. Soft moans begin to fill the air, it feels good but it’s not her.

So lost in thought and the feel of your hands caressing your body, you didn’t hear the soft click of the door announcing her presence. “What is this,” her voice velvety smooth, your hands still and your eyes fly open. You open your mouth prepared to try and explain but the only thing that comes out is, “I need you,” your thighs subtly rubbing together. Her laughter is soft, a seductive sound as she slowly stalks across the room towards you, eyes raking over your body. “Tell me love, have you been good for me,” she asks. The word yes tumbles from your lips as you quickly nod your head. Her eyes meet yours again as she leans over you, lips ghosting over yours, a hand gliding across your abdomen lower and lower. “Are you sure,” she whispers, warm breath fanning over your lips. Before you can reply she firmly cups your clothed core, your words dying into a low moan, the steady pressure already beginning to turn your brain fuzzy. Her lips finally crash into yours, the kiss intense, a clash of lips and teeth, full of hunger and longing. Her tongue grazes along your bottom lip, silently demanding entrance and you moan into the kiss allowing her tongue to invade your mouth. She dominates the kiss easily, tongue gliding smoothly over yours, kissing you deeply, your arms making their way to her neck to try and pull her closer. It’s over all too soon and you whimper as she pulls back, “Strip…and keep going,” she orders.

You quickly move to obey, slipping your panties down your legs and tossing them to the side. Your hands soon return to their sensual journey across your body, eyes locked steadfast on her as she begins to leisurely remove her own clothes. Your hands land on your pert nipples first, fingers pinching and pulling at the hardened peaks before palming and squeezing the fleshy mounds. Izogie hums in approval, her eyes following the movements of your hands as she moves back to you. You feel the bed dip as she slowly begins to crawl on all fours towards you, her hips coming to rest on your thighs while her hands begin their own languorous journey up your body. Her fingertips feather a trail across your stomach and up towards your breasts and you exhale a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as they finally graze the underside of your fleshy mounds. The touch is fleeting though, she grasps your wrists in her hands bringing them up, pinning them to the bed above your head. She hovers over you, her hardened nipples just barely grazing yours, a smirk on her face as she gazes down at you. “Please,” you whisper urgently, not caring how desperate you sound, all you know is that you need her bad, right now. Thankfully, tonight, she is not in a teasing mood. Her lips descend on yours again, urgent in her need to claim your lips over and over again, swallowing your moans greedily. Your hands still lie above your head, you know better than to move them without her permission, but her hands, her hands are slowly trying to drive you insane. The barely there touch as she glides them down your arms and across your collar bone has you feigning for more. More touches, more kisses, more pressure, just more. You needed her just as much as you needed your next breath. A moan tumbles from your lips breaking up the kiss as her hands reach your breasts, lightly circling your nipples before roughly rolling the buds between her fingers. She trails kisses along your jaw while her hands continue their assault, twisting and tweaking your nipples. Her lips reach your ear, and she murmurs, “I missed you love, let me show you how much.” You couldn’t deny her even if you wanted to.

Hot open mouth kisses make their way down your neck as she moves to straddle one of your thighs, spreading your legs further apart. Her mouth takes the place of one of her hands, tongue swirling teasingly around your nipple before sucking the aching bud into her mouth. Your back arches, pressing yourself further into her as a moan spills from you. She pulls back with a pop, switching to your neglected nipple, lavishing it in the same care and vaguely you think you may cum just from this. So focused on her mouth and the sensation it brings you, you barely notice her hands are on the move. You gasp as one of them presses up against your pussy, her fingers running through your sensitive folds, her other gripping your hip tightly, holding you in place. “So wet for me,” she whispers against your skin. You whimper as she drags her fingers across your clit, circling slowly with not nearly enough pressure. “Daddy please, I…,” your words are cut off as she suddenly presses two fingers deep inside, her palm pressed snug against your clit. There is little resistance, your slick core already dripping, more than ready for her. “Please what?” She asks as she begins to pull out. You clench your hands in a desperate attempt to keep them above your head, “More,” you whimper as she eases back inside. “Not yet,” she murmurs, “Be a good girl and take what daddy gives you.” You can’t help the moan that falls from your lips at her words. Her pace is unhurried, pressing in knuckle deep before curling her fingers on the drag out, every stroke of her fingers caressing against your spot sending you higher and higher. Her hand moves from your hip to trace patterns across your stomach until she reaches your nipple, pinching it gently. She feels you tighten around her fingers as you whimper, the sensations slowly overwhelming you. Her pace picks up slightly, sliding into you rougher, eager to draw out more of your sweet noises of pleasure. She’s pushing you higher, urging you closer to the edge of bliss, your whimpers and moans music to her ears. She can tell you are getting close, can feel you fluttering around her fingers with every stroke.

Just as you are seconds away from sweet release, she stops, pulling out completely. Ignoring your frustrated groan of disapproval, she momentarily moves away from you, reaching in the bottom drawer to grab the strap. Standing, she adjusts the harness around her waist, smirking at your desperate state. She settles in between your open legs, swiping the tip through your folds before sinking bit by bit to the hilt into your depths. She presses her body against yours, holding you tight, arms pressed under your back as her lips meet yours. “Mine,” she whispers against your lips, thrusting into you gently, burying herself as deeply as she could go before pulling out again. “Only yours,” you breathe out as she trails kisses across your jaw, nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in deeply. She stays there a few moments before pulling back, moving up on her hands as her pace picks up. Your hands grip at her back, moans falling freely from your mouth as Izogie starts to pound into you, you’re close already. “Please ‘Zo,” you beg as your legs start to tremble. “Already baby? Give it to me.” All it takes is one more deep thrust to push you over the edge. White hot pleasure courses through your veins, your nails scratching down her back, but Izogie doesn’t slow. Her hips continue to meet yours at a brutal pace, you’ve barely crested the first wave of pleasure and already she is pushing you towards another. You’re babbling almost incoherently, the coil in the pit of your stomach ready to snap again. Izogie leans back changing the angle of her hips to penetrate you even deeper, the tip of the strap kissing your cervix with each stroke. You want to ask permission, you feel the pressure building up. You try to warn her that any second your body is about to combust but she is relentless in her thrusts. You pry your eyes open, desperate to catch her gaze, hoping that she understands. The second your eyes meet she smirks and murmurs “Let go for me,” and just like that your second orgasm crashes through you leaving you gushing and breathless. Only then does Izogie begin to slow, helping you ride out every trembling shudder of pleasure. She leans back down over you and places a tender kiss on your forehead and each of your eyelids before finally softly meeting your lips, the kiss overflowing with tender emotion. She breaks away looking down at your still trembling body with a smirk, “Come on love, I’m not done with you yet.”

Hope you enjoyed! Have a good day sugafoot ❤️

[wabama]

A wish.

Izogie x black fem

After Izogie catches an orphan boy vandalizing in broad daylight he convinces her to talk to his teacher at the orphanage instead of getting taken to the station and when she gets there she definitely does meet his (kind and beautiful) teacher as promised. Izogie visits there often now and somehow she finds herself inside a storage closet with you instead of getting balls for the children.

includes; kissing and deep admiration between the characters, not long its like a cut scene ykwim?, fluff. Enjoy!

[A/N : hey pretty people, its been awhile 🙉💞💞

- - - - - -

As your back was pressed against the shelf you were trapped in between Izogies arms, she was so close that you could smell her cologne and the soft skin of her neck that was bared for you in any way you chose to treat it, the earthly oil scent from her cornrows and the caramel breath near your ear traveling to your sensitive nose that wouldn't stop sensing.

Your eyes were shut closed thinking she'd kiss you on the lips but she pressed the warm pair under your peirced lobe, lingering it there as she felt your fingers hold her neck. When Izogie departed there was a slow smack and they echoed while she peppered them lower until she right on your jugular vein, it pulsing with a temper. Your lips parted when she sucked there, being as light as possible yet you were squirming all the same, emitting one single moan.

"You sound so fragile" she smirked on your skin, nipping the spot in hopes to create a mark and you let her, moving hands to the back of her head and scraping gently down the undercut which made her hum.

"Don't be fooled, i'm— mh~— anything but" she pulled completely to look into your glittering eyes before glancing down at your lips, colored plum and glossy. Izogie was aware of how intense her gaze would come off but was she really?

When you looked into her eyes she reminded you of the leaves you plucked and smelled while thinking of paradise, she was the warm temperature on a gloomy spring day, the unexpected rush of dopamine while you were sleepy, and the rain washing down cement pavements during the night.

"I want you to kiss me.. " Izogie didn't waste a second because she's been thinking about this moment since day one, she's wanted you since day one. Hoping to make you laugh until you cried, giving you flowers as a lover every morning, praising your beauty without any reasons and making you hold her body close on the days you thought were the worst.

Her hands squeezed your sides and hips in almost a desperate manner as you swirled your toungue in her mouth, making her gently furrow her brows in pleasure.

"Ms.— ms. Ndua?" A young and muffled voice from outside the door made both women break up quickly causing some things on the shelf shift. You dabbed at the corners of your lips and cleared your throat. Izogie smiled to herself as she wiped your lipgloss from her mouth.

"Um- here grab this" you handed her some children's books and a random cup hoping the child outside wouldn't suspect your past events. Izogie situated it in her arms as you cracked the door putting a sweet voice for a young boy with red sauce stains on his mouth. You cleaned it off for him, "omokayo messy boy, what do you need?"

"I want a cookie but can't reach and- ah!" He dramatically out his hands over his hand, staring wide-eyed at Izogies tall stature.

"Policeeee!" He ran away almost tripping over his own feet. Izogie chuckled, shoulders bouncing as you stood up with an amusing yet confused expression.

"I guess he served as a sign for me to take my leave, lunch break is well over by now" you laughed taking the random items from her arms.

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow hopefully?"

"Hopefully." You nodded and she leaned her down making your heart race.

"The kids-"

"It'll be quick" just when you blinked she pecked your lips and grinned, making her way around your stunned and frozen body.

"Bye ms. Ndula" you shook your head with a smile seeing the last bit of her jog from the orphanage.

"Bye officer."

[chivgf]

Are you gonna write part 2 of " one last time ", pls don't discontinue it, it's so good.

life been beating my ass but i promise part 2 is coming boo , im working on it ❤️‍🩹

[scribblecake]

Gentle Lights Ch)2

Back at it again at the Krispy Kreme

TW: Graphic depictions of injury, Anxiety, Light spooky shit ngl

Angsty but gets better!

Side note: Not sure how many chapters this will be. So buckle up I guess 🤷‍♀️

~***~

Shuddering breath filled Izogie’s lungs. 

Her eyes shot open only to slam back shut at the searing light invading her vision. A weak groan bubbled from the warrior’s throat as sensation began to slowly return to her.

Izogie’s body felt completely crushed by fatigue. The pain from deep in the static was now sharp. Tangible. Close, so close and everywhere beneath her flesh. 

The warrior could feel blood, sweat and grime festering on every inch of her. The beginnings of fever coiling over her limbs with thirst ripping at her throat and mouth with merciless claws. The two work in tandem to slice dry cracks into her lips, to turn her tongue to sand, and to drum a steady ache in her skull.

But she was alive.

Despite it all she lived. The thought was enough to make her laugh in triumph. Chapped lips slowly stretched and twisted into a gentle smile. But the only sound Izogie could manage was a reedy wheeze too feeble to be heard over the breeze… 

~***~

Consciousness soon became an illusive commodity. Lucidity even more so. Fever burned the strength from the warrior’s waning muscles, clouding her mind with boiling delirium. Much like before, Izogie was left adrift. But the void wasn’t there to shield her anymore. Instead she lay stagnant. Solid. Sickly.

On the odd occasion, when she had the strength, Izogie would gather her focus and attempt to move. Starting small she would flex her fingers then her toes. All the while stubbornness trailed behind her every twitch. With each small venture it demanded the warrior gather her courage and open her eyes.

But the soldier refused. She wasn’t ready to face the world. Opening her eyes would mean perceiving reality. A reality where she was a failure, a deserter, a weak and broken soul barely clinging to a pitiful shred of life. 

Opening her eyes could mean the possibility of having no way forward. And what if she did survive? Would she be able to face her sisters? Her mentor? Would she be able to face Nawi? 

Would her old life even be within reach?

Suddenly something cut through Izogie’s delirious spiral of worries. A sound faint and gentle with a bubbling lilt that held nothing but warmth and kindness. Izogie held her breath, her senses tuning into her surroundings to the best of their ability. 

Tensely the warrior strained her ears. Soft wind rustled nearby foliage, crickets played their nightly symphony, and distant waves lapped at a shore. Yet nothing matched that wonderful sound. 

She must be hearing things. 

Izogie listened intently for a while. Only it didn’t repeat. The only sounds were that of the natural cacophony of the night. Filled with disappointment, the warrior chalked it up to her delirium spilling into reality. 

But it came again! Clearer this time! Was it… laughter? Yes! Warm laughter echoed just on the edge of the wind. It pulled at Izogie’s heart, filling her with… hope? The more she listened the more she yearned to stand up and follow it. 

This strange laughter filled the warrior with another more foreign feeling. Little by little all the fatigue that bogged down her limbs began to lift.

Surprise forced Izogie’s eyes to fly open. She was instantly met with burning and blurring vision fighting to focus. After a few minutes the world came into view…

Stars dotted an inky sky. The moon hung low and bright, bathing the land in shimmering silver. To Izogie’s right, a sprawling coastline framed the horizon.

To her left, mist curled and threaded itself between the dense foliage of a jungle. Izogie herself seemed to be wedged at the base of a cobblestone wall.

She lay at an awkward angle, as if she had been carelessly dumped over the side of the wall. Luckily her body was hidden from view by a dense canopy. Though the warrior couldn’t dwell on her surroundings long.

In the corner of her vision a small light flickered briefly. Izogie froze. She must be seeing things. Though fear spiked through her when a twig snapped to her left.

At the mouth of the jungle.

The warrior’s heart was pounding in her ears now. Was it an animal? A person? She was too sickly and injured to defend herself! Anxiety stabbed at Izogie’s gut as she strained to detect any potential threats. 

She found none.

Another snap. Closer this time. Yet frantic eyes detected nothing. Dread forced a tremor down the soldier’s spine and Izogie’s soul damn near left her body when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. A scream tried to tear itself from her throat.

But she was so parched, hardly any sound came out. A soft gasp and confusion quickly replaced fear. The warrior’s eyes were met with a breathtaking sight.

A woman? 

Her skin glimmered and shone as if she were made of solid starlight. Brilliant locks curled and pooled around her like a flowing river. Deep pools of vibrant brown peered down at Izogie with curiosity while plush lips sported a serene smile. She looked like a moonbeam personified.

Her beauty knocked the wind out of Izogie. She lay there dazed. This seemed to amuse the shimmering woman. She chuckled, sliding closer and leaning downwards. The world came to a screeching halt when Izogie felt a kiss being pressed to her forehead. Their eyes met again when the beauty pulled away. 

Izogie could still feel the imprint of her lips on her skin. It tingled and crackled as if lightning was seeping from it and into her body. Energy pooled in her gut, liquid and cool.

A strong sense of calm washed over the soldier like a wave. The glittering woman gave one final smile before the sensation filled Izogie completely and her vision was overcome with white light.

~***~

“Is… really her?”

“Found… border…”

“Strange… in the… storm.”

“Alright?... she be healed?”

Now this was getting ridiculous! Unconscious voids again? Really? Annoyance blossomed in Izogie’s chest. But for some odd reason, this time, when voices cut through the dark they filled her with joy.

Despite her exhaustion, excitement forced her eyelids to open. And for the third time, she went through the painstaking process of adjusting her vision to the waking world.

Only this time she was greeted with the sight of homeland familiar faces. Gasps split the quiet as three figures rushed to the warrior’s side with the closest leaning over Izogie excitedly.

“N-Nawi?”

~***~

@mybonafidefeelings @zeezeecave @shanas-baby

[xenaizogie]

Hey sugaplum, you hungry? I got a little something for you! Plot? What plot? I tried this time, I really did, to feed you something more than shameless smut, buuttt...here we are lol. Enjoy!!!

3.7k word

A Day In The Life

The sun is brightly shining, the cloudless sky is brilliantly blue. Sounds of the village coming to life outside the palace walls fill the early morning air. The day is fairly warm already, but a steady breeze provides some respite. Breakfast will be wrapping up soon for the Agojie, and you sit soaking up these final moments with your beloved before she must head to the training grounds. You recline on the steps next to Izogie, side by side, her hand in yours. The sunlight is framing her ebony profile, a golden halo surrounding her making her skin seem to glow. Your eyes are drawn to her beauty, a soft smile gracing her lips, her facial features at peace, the stern warrior mask not yet in place. You caress her hand, your fingers draw to hers, mind wandering over all the things they do to you, all the things they make you feel. Her chuckle brings you out of your musing.

“Something on your mind?”

She’s looking at you, smirking, her lips soft and luscious, begging to be kissed by you. You’re staring again, lost in thought of her wonderful mouth. Another chuckle draws you back to reality and finally you meet her gaze.

“Yes…you…” Your eyes are half lidded, shameless as they take her in. Her smirk breaks out into a full-blown grin.

“Will you eat with me at lunch today? I wish to eat in our room.” She requests.

The innocent look she had on her face belying her tone, which was an octave too low. Not quite sultry, but definitely inviting. You return her grin and bob your head yes, not quite trusting your voice as Nawi approached. She smiled and waved to you in greeting before turning to Izogie.

“Good morning, Izogie. My mother wishes to speak with you before the morning run.”

“Good morning, TseTse.” Izogie greets rising from her spot next to you, her hand lingering in yours as she starts to step away.

“Come.”

She’s talking to Nawi, but she is looking at you and it sends an electric pulse straight to your center making you bite your lip to hold in the whimper that threatened to escape. She shoots you another smirk as she takes her leave. Your eyes devour her departing image, visions of this morning still fresh in your mind.

Dawn was just breaking, casting its soft glow around the room. You were pressed flush against Izogie, your back to her front, shades of brown melding together as her arm encircled your waist. Skin to skin from your ankles all the way up to the spot where her lips were placing tender kisses along your shoulder and up the column of your neck. You loved the way you melted into her touch, the way her warm skin on yours made you feel comfortable, made you feel safe. This must be what heaven feels like, cozy and treasured, you could spend eternity in her arms. You feel her smiling against the nape of your neck at the involuntary shiver that courses through your body, and you turn in her arms, gently cupping her face as your gaze meets hers. The kiss that followed was soft and sweet, without any urgency, a gentle greeting filled with love. “I love waking up to you.” she says as you part. The corners of your lips turn up before giving her a radiant smile. She litters your face with kisses before turning to get out of bed and start her day. “Can you stay a little longer” you pout, not yet ready to share her with the world. She laughs, a melodious sound, before turning back towards you in bed…

The sound of the trainees heading out for their run brings you out of your reverie and you turn, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her on her way out. You aren’t disappointed, she catches your eye and throws a smile and a wink your way before disappearing from view. A contented sigh leaves you as you stand, a grin plastered on your face and a bounce in your step, ready to tackle your tasks for the day. The sooner you got done, the sooner you could get back into her waiting arms.  

It didn’t take you long to get halfway through your list, but time seemed to crawl by as you went about your chores, the anticipation has been slowly building inside you. It’s near the midday break and the sun, along with your wayward thoughts, have you seeking out a shade tree to pass the minutes until lunch. You find a suitable one, not far from the Agojie sparring grounds, where you can watch your love manhandling the trainees. Her lithe form is glistening in the sunlight, hard muscles twisting and turning beneath soft brown skin, a thin sheet of sweat covering her body. You find yourself biting your bottom lip, a little moan slipping out, maybe sitting this close wasn’t such a good idea after all. Your already heated thoughts are doing summersaults over each other, the site before you only fueling the visions of you two together in your head. Thankfully the bells soon sound, lunchtime has finally arrived. Izogie dismisses the trainees before sauntering over to where you are seated. She is the epitome of sexy and she knows it.

“Close your mouth, you look like a...”

Your eyes narrow and she cuts out into a laugh as she pulls you to your feet, wrapping her arms around your waist. Her lips are on yours before you can even make a smart remark, her tongue invading your mouth, the kiss fiery and deep.

“I missed the way you taste.”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

You speak at the same time making you both giggle, giddy and slightly breathless from the kiss. It amazes you how even after all this time, Izogie can still make the butterflies in your stomach take flight. Dark eyes flaked with gold are staring down at you, gazing into your soul. They left you with an eager longing, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips on yours again. She leans in towards you, her lips ghosting yours before trailing up to your ear.

“Race you!”

Then she is gone, her laughter trailing behind her as she speeds towards the palace. Your shocked gasp is short lived, and you take off hot on her trail, she knows this the only way she can beat you in a foot race. She slows to a stop near the gate, turning, ready to gloat in her victory, but you keep running, blowing right past her, your eyes on the lunch line ahead. The chase is on again, the few Agojie who can see your mad dash cheering you on. You skid to a halt at the end of the line, an eyebrow raised and a smirk gracing your lips, you wait for her to arrive.

“One day I will beat you.” She grins.

“But not today.” Came your cheeky reply.

You both wash up and grab a bowl, already eating as you make your way to your room. The banter is carefree and adoring on the way there, a mix of teasing and asking about each other’s day so far sprinkled with sultry and knowing looks. She makes it through the doorway first, you follow placing your bowl in hers on the side table by the door. As soon as the bowl has left your hand, Izogie is pulling you to her, warm lips seeking out yours. Her tongue is delving deep in your mouth drawing tiny whimpers from you as she guides you backwards towards the big table in the middle of the room. The backs of your thighs barely graze the frame before she is picking you up, roughly sitting you on the edge. Your excited squeal is swallowed up as she continues to ravage your mouth, sliding her body in between your spread legs closing the gap between you. Your hands slide over her shoulders, locking into place at the nape of her neck while hers grip at your hips. Urgency is radiating off her in waves, in the fervor of her lips and the groping hands now stalking up your thighs, you both know you don’t have long. You tear your lips away from hers to pepper hot kisses along her jaw and down the scar on her neck, pausing at her pulse point, suckling, tongue swirling drawing a low moan from the warrior. Hungry hands spread your thighs further apart, one coming to rest on your hip, the other pressed against your throbbing heat, caressing you through your clothes. Your hips are rolling, you want desperately to increase the pressure, you need more. Just as her fingers were making their way inside your panties…

“Ahem!” Amenza chuckles as she clears her throat from the open doorway. “Izogie, Nanisca requests you.” Another chuckle.

Simultaneous groans fill the air as your head falls to Izogie’s shoulder.

“Coming Amenza.”

She pulls back slightly and with her free hand she hooks a finger under your chin and tilts your face up, looking you in the eye as her lips meet yours in a promising kiss. Please stay, it’s on the tip of your tongue when she breaks away, cool air replacing the previous heat of her body, but you know the answer, duty calls.

“Tonight, my love” she whispered before heading towards the door.

Izogie glances back and the sight makes her steps falter. Your head is thrown back, legs still spread, one hand palm down on the table, the other traveling up your thigh headed for your center hoping to ease the ache left in her wake. She is torn, her body takes a step back towards you before she realizes it, but she shakes her head trying to clear it. Tempting as a quickie might be, she knew it was only going to tease her, leave her craving more. No, she would wait so that she could completely immerse herself in you.

“Aht. Mine.”

 The bark snapped your head up, a pleading whimper falling from your throat, but you oblige.

“Yes, daddy” you reply, giving her an innocent doe eyed look.

She’s back across the room in two strides, her lips taking yours in a searing kiss, branding you, claiming you as hers. You didn’t call her that often, but when you did, it always had the same effect on her, igniting something primal deep in her core. She breaks apart with an exasperated groan, taking off at a jog to catch up to Amenza. You are left hot and bothered, chest marginally heaving, still sitting atop the table. You take a few calming breaths, trying to reign in your runaway libido before jumping off the table. You needed to do something to occupy your thoughts and hands, fast. With the last few tasks in mind, you set off to finish your chores.

The rest of the day passes uneventfully, much of your time spent outside the palace picking herbs for the healers. Baskets full to the brim, you head back inside stopping briefly when you catch sight of Izogie. She is in the middle of the training grounds with the trainees in a big circle around her, turning to face each one as she gave instructions. You watch as she gets into position several feet in front of a training dummy, setting her feet then lunging forward landing multiple body blows before decapitating the dummy in one smooth strike. She makes combat look so effortless. You carry on your way smiling faintly, your mind already on the night ahead.

Once the herbs have been dropped off, you head to the bathhouse stopping by your room to grab your favorite lavender soap first, Izogie loves the scent. The temptation to linger in the tepid water is gone without her by your side, so you make washing up a quick affair, eager to be by her side once more. Your body lathered, rinsed, and freshly dressed; you head out of the bath house to the sound of the dinner bells. You spy the trio of warriors, Nanisca Izogie and Amenza, deep in conversation across the courtyard. A sigh escapes you; you have a feeling you’ll be eating dinner without her, but at least this means there should be no interruptions when she does make it home. Your eyes meet across the distance, and she flashes you a grin before turning her attention back to Nanisca. You grab a bowl and sit on the steps eating and conversing with Nawi, doing your best not to gawk at Izogie before eventually retiring to your room for the night.

The sky has darkened, the clouds look like they could burst at any moment, and lightening dances across the sky; a storm is brewing. The door softly opens and closes announcing her presence, but you are lost in thought, staring out the window at the formidable sky. Strong yet gentle arms embrace you from behind.

“You smell so good” Izogie whispers as she litters kisses down your neck and over your shoulders, reveling in the noises that involuntarily slip out of your mouth.

You sink into her embrace, her closeness igniting a passion within you, her hands blaze a trail of fire as they cup and toy with your breasts through your clothes. One hand slid down to grip across your waist, pulling you tight against her while the other circled and pinched at your nipple through the fabric.

“I need you bad” you breathe, your head lolling to the side to grant her lips better access.

Izogie spins you, pushing you against the wall and pinning your hands above your head. You are trapped, her body pressing into yours from knee to chest, but escape is the furthest thing on your mind. Her lips take yours in scorching kiss, tongues dueling wildly, the intensity of it has you moaning into her mouth, her free hand gripping at your throat. She squeezes slightly, sliding a leg in between yours, pressing her thigh into your damp heat. Your body arcs as you grind down onto her, a moan caught in your throat as she tightens her grip. She releases you, her lips kissing a path to your ear, her chest still on yours crowding you into the wall, her hands now on your hips, guiding them up and down her thigh.

“I’m going to make you scream my name.” She murmurs against the shell of your ear.

Thunder rumbles and your body quivers, a lusty moan your only response. One hand is clutching at her shoulder, the other cupping the back of her head holding her in place as she nibbled at your lobe. She eases back just enough to remove your top, your breasts plopping out into her waiting hands. Your hips never cease their rhythm as her hands begin to knead your luscious mounds. Her thumbs graze softly against your pebbled buds sending electric jolts straight to your core.

“I need…” Your words trail off in a gasp as she lifts her leg adding pressure to your grind.

“Tell me what you need love.” She coos, her fingers pinching and rolling your nipples.

You take her right hand and guide it down your body to where you need her most. She doesn’t bother taking your skirt off, simply pushing your panties to the side, two fingers languidly massaging your engorged bud. Her fingers slip lower, dipping in your dripping entrance before returning to your nub, she can feel how much you want her in the throbbing of your clit.

“Inside. Now.”

Lightning flashes as her eyebrow arches and with a growl she takes you hard and fast. Her fingers sink deep and momentarily still, her forehead falling against yours as your walls clench around her, your sticky essence coating her palm. A moan tumbles out as you grind your hips, and her fingers take up a languorous motion, curling deep before sliding out and slamming back inside. She sets a feverish pace, stroking your g-spot, with every thrust. She’s only just begun, and already you are flying towards an orgasm. You grip at her back trying to ground yourself, you want to hold it off, to bask in the moment a little longer, but it is no use, your walls are already spasming and your thighs are clenching hers as she continues to dig you out.

“...’Zo…”

“I know baby…I know…”

The feeling of her fingers deep inside you and the sound of her voice in your ear, always a deadly combination, sends you plummeting over the edge. Your legs are shaking, threatening to give out, your hands weakly grasping at her shoulders, but she doesn’t stop. Her hand is caught between her thigh and your soaking pussy. She could no longer thrust in and out, but her fingers, her fingers, were deep inside your gushing heat fluttering against your sweet spot. Your moans resonate around the room as she whispers praises in your ear, urging you on. Your body shudders as your juices stream over her hand and down her thigh, your entire body trembling, weak as pleasure overtakes you again. Only then does she begin to slow.

Your lips seek out hers in a steamy kiss as she slips out, shudders still coursing through your body as she wraps you in her embrace. Your hands are almost frantic as you pull at her clothes, desperate in your need to feel her skin on yours. She unwraps your skirt and steps back allowing the clothes to fall to the floor. You reach for her greedily licking your lips, but she smirks and grabs your hand, leading you to the bed.

“First, I want to taste you.”

Lightning cracks and thunder vibrates the sky, as fat raindrops begin to pelt the earth. She sits on the edge of the bed, sliding off your panties before pulling you to straddle her lap, both sets of hands exploring every inch of silky skin they could reach. Honied kisses were placed along your collar bone and over your chest as she lay back, drawing you along with her, pulling you up her body until your succulent breasts were dangling right above her face. From one ebony globe to the other, she suckles and swirls her tongue, her hands squeezing at your ass, rubbing your wet pussy over her abs. With a groan you crawl up until your knees are on either side of her head, your glistening mound hovering just a breath above her parted lips. Feathery kisses greet you seconds before she starts to feast in earnest.

Your shins flush against the bed, her elbows hooked around your waist, one palm pressed against your stomach, the pointer finger of the other hand drawing lazy circles around your clit, head buried deep between your thighs, tongue even deeper in your core. A moan is ripped from your chest as she drags her tongue up to replace her finger, her mouth enclosing your aching bud. Sloppily she slurps you up, tongue flicking against your clit, her moans sending vibrations straight to your center. She changes the pace, tongue swirling lazily before popping you out of her mouth, languidly slurping you up over and over.

“Fuuck baaby…”

She is slowly driving you insane, edging you to your peak, you fall forward on your hands, her arms still locked around you. Pleasurable waves are washing over you in a crescendo, she has you wavering on the edge. Bit by bit, the coil in the pit of your stomach has been winding tighter and tighter. She latches onto your clit slowly shaking her head from side to side, humming as she savors your exquisite taste. Your climax blindsides you, forceful as it rocks through you. Body quaking, you scream out in bliss, your juices coating her lower face.

She slips from under while you’re still spasming on your hands and knees, heavy lidded eyes follow her movements as she slips the harness over her hips, a feral gleam in her eye. She steps behind, grabbing you by your thighs pulling you to the edge of the bed, and you whimper in anticipation. Slowly she drags the head up and down your slick folds, thumping the tip against your swollen nub, before sliding up and hesitating at your pulsating entrance.

“Please…”

Inch by inch she presses forward until she is seated fully inside you, a groan falling from her lips as your walls clutch at her length. She sets a steady pace, drawing only halfway out before drilling into you over and over again. A smack to your ass cheek brings a yelp from you as grip the sheets and fuck her back harder. A growl grumbles through her as she seizes your hips.

“Is that how you want me baby?”

Each word accompanied with a thrust as she leans back, stroking even deeper inside you. The force of her strokes sends you to your elbows, your arms no longer able to support you, your moans are almost nonstop.

“Daamn daaddy…”

The pressure inside you is building, it’s almost too much to bear, you feebly crawl forward on the bed. But Izogie stalks your every move, her hips never stop rolling, dirty grinding deep inside you.

“This your pussy daddy…I belong to you…”

She pulls back then slams her hips into yours, sending you headlong into euphoria, your entire body convulsing, her name a chant, screaming from your lips. Higher and higher she compels you on, words rambling from her lips, she’s on the verge of her own bliss.

“You feel soo good…that’s it baby…don’t hold back…”

As if you could, each stroke of her stuttering hips rubbing that spongy spot deep inside, it felt as if she was caressing your soul. Ecstasy explodes around you as you both plunged into a pleasurable abyss. When she calms enough to breathe normally, she slips out of you and out of the harness before climbing back into bed beside you, pulling you into her embrace. You lay with your head on her chest, her heartbeat created a rhythmic sound that soothed your spirit, lulling you further into your peaceful cocoon. Her soft voice guides you as you slip into the dreamscape.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

A/N: Soo, what do you think?? As always, all feedback is swooned over!!!

[scribblecake]

Are YOU ready to run the gauntlet?

[timeya]

Chapter 1

M

Devin, New Jersey

Early November

“Mina?” I heard kaylina call out. I was in the back room changing for tonight. “Here you are Mina! I’ve been looking for you.” She said with an upset voice.

“Sorry girl but I have to get dress and then help Ryan set up the bar for tonight. It is bad enough I was late.” I said walking to my locker for my hair tie. Kaylina came up behind me and helped me put my hair in a ponytail. “What happened! Normally I am the late one but today is you. Is everything alright.” She finished putting my hair back and took a step back. I closed my locked and took a deep breath.

I turned around I nodded my head and walked to the door after checking myself out. Once we walked out I seen Ryan cleaning glasses. I walked over there while Kaylina walked to other side. “Ugh! I need a drink. Ryan! give me my normal.” Kaylina said waving her hand back and forth. Ryan rolled her eyes and gave her a sweet tea out the mini fridge. Kaylin’s rolled her eyes taking the drink and walking away.

When I looked to see where she was going i seen Emerald walked over after saying something to one of the dancers. She came over to the side of the bar and gave me a hug a small kiss on the forehead “Hey Mymy. Why didn’t you text me to come get you.”She smiled softly looking down at me. “Sorry Emmy. I just had a lot to do and Zy wouldn’t go to sleep unless I was there with him. So I was late and had to uber. Sorry I didn’t call you but weren’t you in a meeting anyway.” I said restocking the liquor on the shelves. “That didn’t matter Mymy! It’s late at night and you ubering is not safe! Don’t make me hurt you girl. I know you’re smarter than that!”

Emmy took my hand a smacked it like I was a child. I took my hand out of hers, rolled my eyes and walked to the back of the bar where we keep the liquor. Today was Friday and we are mostly busy over the weekend so I wanted to make sure we had enough liquor in the front for tonight.

A little later

“Girl my feet hurt. Those heels are not for the weak. Aren’t you glad you aren’t a stripper Mina.” Kaylina said seating down behind the bar. We have been open for about 2 hours at the club is busy.I’ve been running around trying to make sure i get everyone’s drink orders. “Yeah, I am but my feet hurt too from running around. Im kinda upset that I didn’t get to see you perform.” I said grabbing drinks and putting them on my tray. I didn’t even get to her what she said before I walked away to give this table of girls their shots. “Here you guys go sorry about the wait ladies.” I said smiling at the group of girls. It was someone birthday so they get free shots on the house.

“Oh my gosh! thank you so much. Guys we have to tip her good!” They drunk birthday girl said. She was on her 5 drink and I don’t even know what shot number she was on but drunk was a understatement for what she was. Walking away from the group I made it back to the bar and took a sit.

I went to messages and seen my brother texted me a picture of Zylus still sleep. I hearted the picture and put my phone in my pocket when I heard someone call my name. “Mina! I need you to be the bottle girl for the VIP room tonight. Mia called out so it just Layla but she didn’t want to do it. Ryan said looking at the tablet in her hand. She been stressing all night because people keep calling out so it’s just 3 of us tonight.

“Um, sure i guess it’s like i have a choice” I said getting up and walking to where she was. She handed me a tray with dark liquor and a tray with light liquor. “ Ok it’s the VIP room on the third floor so you can use the elevator and the cart to help you. Just swipe your card and the elevator should work if not here is mines. Once’s you get up there knock 4 times before entering so they can know you are coming in.” She said handing me her id card and the cart. Once’s I put the trays on the cart i walked over to the back of the club and used her id card to get in.

S

“I’m telling y’all she wants me.She just playing with me.” Nawi said passing the blunt to Emerald. She telling us about this girl that she met who is playing hard to get. I don’t know why she thinks we give a fuck but we really don’t care.

“I don’t think she play Nawi.Its been about 2 months now.If she was playing hard to get she would have been told you now.” Izgoie said with a smirk on her face.

After she says said that we hear 4 knocks at the door. “Come in” i said looking down at my phone. “Sorry to interrupt but I am Mina your bottle girl for today.” I hear this sweet smooth voice say. When I looked up I seen who was talking. She looks new because i’ve never seen her before. She looks about 5’5, with the softest brown skin. As she walks in and puts the bottles on the table I look over to Izgoie and she looks her up and down with this subtle expression.

“Mina! you not no bottle girl you’re a bartender. What you doing up here. Emerald said getting up. I looked at her confused.How the fuck she know her. Emerald grabs the girl “Mina” hand and walks to the corner of the room. I look back over to Izgoie and she looks at me “She beautiful. How come i’ve never seen her before.” she said looking at me than back at her

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before either.” I said looking at her fully. She had the prettiest curly hair with baby hairs out into swoops. Her eyes were 2 different colors, light brown and hazel.

And man let’s not forget her body. I can tell she had a little pug but it didn’t look bad on her.

“you know i don’t like you coming up here mina” Emerald said with an attitude.

They talked for a while before mina looked around and looked at me. We held eye contact before she looked at Izgoie.She smiled at her before putting thebottles in her hand on the table, hugged Emerald and walk out..

THE END

[xenaizogie]

Sooo...I wrote a thing....

Izogie got me down bad and i'm just tryin to clear my head lol

The only thing you need to know is Izogie broke a couple nails in battle...

1.8k words

Insatiable Desire

You can feel her presence enter the bath house before you can hear her. You have been waiting to have her to yourself all day. You don’t turn around, eyes closed, silently listening to her disrobe, avidly picturing each expanse of chocolate skin being exposed in your mind. The slight ripples of the water gently lap at your frame as she draws near, and you shiver in anticipation. Her hands reach you first, slowly sliding around your waist, gently pulling your body back flush against her. Her voice, silky and smooth, caressing against your ear as she greets you.

“Hello, my love” she says, nibbling at your ear lobe before pressing warm moist kisses down the length of your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give her better access as your body melts fully back into hers, a contented sigh leaving your lips.

“I missed you today” you say, hands gliding up and down the arms holding firmly around your middle. Her low hum sends goosebumps in its wake, and you find yourself twisting in her arms, lips eagerly seeking out hers.

The kiss starts off slow, a gentle meeting of the lips. At the first contact of her lips on yours you both sigh and she pulls you impossibly closer. Your hands snake their way up her arms and over her shoulders, your arms coming to rest around her neck as her hands begin to roam. Her hands make a leisurely journey across your back and over your hips, touching whatever skin she can reach. All the while never breaking the kiss; slowly, steadily deepening it. Her tongue reaches out to glide across your bottom lip, and you gasp as the contact, granting her the entry she seeks. Tongues meet in a languid dual, both seemingly fighting for dominance. What started as a warm and fuzzy heat radiating through your body at the first touch of her hands, is gradually turning into a boil, simmering just below the surface of your skin. You break apart only for the need of air and she peppers your jawline down to your neck with kisses.

Izogie overwhelms your senses in the best possible way. The faint taste of whiskey on her lips. The scent of palm oil mingled with an aroma all Izogie’s own. Solid muscles encased in the satin silkiness of her ebony skin, always a treat for the eyes to behold. Feeling that toned firmness yielding beneath the stroke of your fingertips. Every gasp, moan, whispered words of love that falls from her lips stored away among your most precious possessions.

Her hands traveled over the swell of your ass once, twice, before gripping a handful in each hand and lifting, your wet body easily gliding up hers. Your legs instinctively wrap around her waist as your lips crash together again, the kiss deep, sensual, and all-consuming. The sensations of the cool water in stark contrast to your heated core rubbing against the abs of her stomach drawing a low moan from your throat. You feel her smirk against your lips, and you pull away trailing kisses along her jaw towards her ear. She is trailing nibbling kisses along your collar bone sending shivers down your spine as you reach your destination.

“More.”

One word. A moan really, and it has her springing into action. You are on the edge of the bath, and she has pulled herself up beside you before your body can even begin to register the loss of her warmth. She spreads a towel out before laying you down, her body fused to yours, smoothly following you as you lay. Her lips attached to yours, hers hand everywhere all at once. Your body arches up into hers, pressing closer still but never quite close enough.

The feeling of her hands skating over your body towards your aching breasts has you sizzling with excitement. She cups one in her left hand, pinching the nipple between her forefingers as the fingertips of her right trail tantalizing circles around the other. Both nipples get rock hard almost instantly and your body’s reaction to her touch has her moaning into your mouth. Her lips soon follow the path of her hands, placing succulent kisses along their route down your neck and across your chest, your luscious breast their next destination.

Slowly her tongue circled your areola drawing closer and closer towards your pert nipple. When her tongue finally reaches your nipple, the warm, moist heat of her mouth follows immediately thereafter. The feeling is electric, and your hands fly to the back of her head to hold her in place. As if she needed any encouragement. She suckles at your breast like she is starved and only you can provide her with the nourishment she so desperately needs. Alternating from one jiggling globe to the other, trailing hot wet kisses in between, dragging languorous moans from you.

The trail begins to lead down, leisurely across your toned stomach, tongue pausing to tease the rim of your belly button. Down further still, the fragrance of your arousal greeting her before her lips skim across your lower lips. The soft kisses she places on your inner thighs drawing whimpers from you. Up one thigh and down the other, never venturing far from where you needed her most. Your need pulsing, throbbing its own rhythm deep in your core. You draw up on your elbows, mesmerized by the sight before you. Izogie, your very own ebony goddess, stretched out before you, hands under your thighs, head buried in between. Teasing you beyond reasonable thought and she had not even reached the knob of your burning desire yet.

“Please” you moan, nearly delirious with want of her.

Izogie arches her eyebrow, locking eyes with you, a growl emanating deep in her throat. She loves to hear you beg, but thankfully tonight you don’t have to ask again. She dives in, the tip of her tongue circling your clit before she slurps it greedily into her waiting mouth. Your eyes slide closed as your head tips back, your moans echoing around the chamber. She releases you with an audible pop, tongue dipping lower to fully taste your honied nectar.

“Mmmmm” she hums, the sound sending vibrations deep inside you.

Her tongue is swirling around your slit, dipping inside every so often. Her grip on your thighs tightens as you begin to grind your hips, desperate to increase the pressure. Izogie nuzzles her nose against your clit as her tongue delves in as far as she can reach before pulling out over and over and over again. Her arms come fully around your thighs to steady you, your hips bucking up eagerly against her mouth. Moans are steadily tumbling from your mouth; she’s driving you to the edge already. She drags her tongue slowly out of you and up, taking your clit in her mouth once again. The subtle pressure of her lightly sucking your nub into her mouth while simultaneously swirling her tongue around it has you grasping at her arms, her grip on your thighs not stopping you from riding out your pleasure on her face.

“Yeeesssss…”

“Right…there…baaabby…”

“Fuuucckkk ‘Zo…”

“Just…like…that…”

You are babbling, almost incoherent, your moans nonstop. Izogie can feel you throbbing against her tongue, feel the tremor in your legs on the side of her head, she knows you are close. She pops your clit out of her mouth before quickly slurping it up harder, applying more pressure with the tip of her tongue. The trembles intensify, vibrating throughout your entire body, you’re teetering on the edge. Her long finger invading your tight heat, filling you up, caressing against your sweet spot is your undoing. The coil wound tight in the pit of your stomach snaps, your orgasm violently ripping through you, shudders overtaking your body. Your back arcs up off the towel, your legs threatening to close but Izogie is unfazed, never stopping even as she draws up on her knees. Her hums mingling with your moans as she continues to draw out your pleasure.

“I could drink from you all day” she says when she finally releases you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, your body still racked with quivers, she fills you with two fingers. You can’t tell if the moan that fills the air around you is yours or hers, or both. Your brain is in overdrive, the sensations of her finger fucking you and whispering heated words of passion engulfing your senses. This is such a rare treat. Your hips are already rolling, matching her rhythm, her thrusts deep inside you, slow and sensual. She dips her head briefly, lapping at your clit, your essence already beginning to pool in her hand.

“Oouuuuu….”

Out. In. Deep. Curl. Out. In. Deep. Curl.

“Fuuuuccckkkk….”

Her mouth is ceaseless on your clit, lightly sucking, tongue swirling.

“Izogie…Izogie…Izo-uunnhhh….”

Your walls are clenching, squeezing at her fingers. You can feel your essence dripping, rolling over your ass pooling beneath you. She has you racing towards your peak, her movements still slow and sensual. The sound of her name falling from your lips has her moaning into you, the vibrations starting a tremble in your legs, you’re close again already. Izogie releases your clit, increasing the pace of her strokes. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching you and you want nothing more than to take that lip in your mouth, but it seems coherent thought is escaping you. You reach out to her, and she inches up you, straddling your thigh, melting into your embrace. Her lips are hot on yours, passionate, while she picks up the pace yet again. Her lips are blazing a trail to your ear, her hips are slowly grinding down on your thigh, your entire body is pulsating with electric pleasure.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Give it to me baby.”

“That’s it…just like that.”

“Cum for me.”

The sound of her voice, low and sultry in your ear, commanding you, thrusts you over the edge. Your body writhing against hers, your hands digging into her hips, her mouth pressed to your ear murmuring praises, orgasm number three is on top of you before you know it. Stars explode behind your eyes, your shaking uncontrollable, your moans nonstop, your essence gushing out of you, coating her hand, the puddle beneath you ever growing. She finally begins to slow, drawing out your orgasm still, gazing down at you with that damn smirk on her face. Your body still quaking with aftershocks, your hands begin to glide up her hips around her front. You cup her breasts and lift your thigh at the same time, planting your foot. You lock eyes with her, wearing your own smirk now as her eyelids slide low and a gasp slips from her lips.

“More.”

One word. A moan really, and it has you springing into action.

Chapter 2

A/N: Soooo??? Be honest. What you think???Let me know!!! crazy thing is I didn't even get to the scene that got me in a chokehold lol pray for my screnff!! And sorry to comma(,) who i abused profusely while writing this lol