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Namor thought that the only reason he would swim this fast was that if there ever was an attack on Talokan. Or if they were found and they had to kill the witnesses. Or if someone was trying to steal their vibranium once again. Somehow, and funnily enough, those weren’t the reasons why he was swimming so fast this time. This time, it was not about his home nor the resources. This time, it was about a panther.
He doesn’t bother greeting the new king of Wakanda when he breaks the surface. “Where is she?”
The big man, who had been waiting patiently for him with a frown, says, “She would not be disturbed.”
At the same time, a familiar warrior steps forward with furrowed eyebrows and a scowl. “She does not need you,” she seethes, marching up to him dramatically. If Namor had any time for her dramatics, he would have entertained her words.
“She is asking for me,” Namor snarls, settling down on the ground and coming face to face with the warrior who was bold enough to step in front of him. “Why do you cause her suffering?”
Miffed by his remark, she steps back but the scowl isn’t leaving any time soon nor her displeasure. “You are but a means to an end. You do not own her,” The warrior hisses with her head held high. The new king of Wakanda only sighs at their interaction, not adding to the fire. If it were any other person, Namor would have had them jailed. Or if he was feeling up to it, beheaded.
Namor hadn’t really found himself to be possessive, but if it was about her…
Namor bares his fangs. She is most certainly his . Fate and biology have both deemed it.
“Take me to her,” he demands with a guttural growl. Hesitant, the king and his warrior women walk in front of him. They are too slow– but he thinks, if he were to fly over Wakanda right now, he would be shot down and detained, so he takes the slow pace even if the serpent inside him is moving uneasily and impatiently.
By the time they’ve reached the palace, he’s itching to switch forms and storm inside.
When they arrive in front of Shuri’s door, he feels the itch become stronger and his fangs elongate even more. His eyes, no doubt, are a shade of red and his pupils have turned into slits. He could feel and hear himself hiss– and an answering purr came from the inside.
Before he could bust down the door, the big king stops him with a hand on his chest. Immediately, he snaps his fangs at him, threatening.
The man stands his ground and glares. Namor has to give him credit for that. “I cannot command your biology nor your entwined fate with hers,” he rumbles calmly, but his eyes flash with certain protectiveness when he brings up Shuri. Namor belatedly realizes it is not of anything romantic– but something akin to familial, like how he would protect Namora and Attuma from anything that came from the surface world.
“But you leave by sunrise. If you ever hurt her, know, Aj K’uk’ulkan. I am capable of destruction.”
He has no doubt Wakanda can. But he also has no doubt Talokan can protect themselves, so he doesn’t feel the least bit threatened by the new king of Wakanda. He doesn’t smirk even though he wants to, but he concedes. “I would never hurt her,” he says with a lisp, his fangs getting in the way of speaking. “She’s my fated one.”
The king assesses him before nodding towards to one of the warrior women. They stomp their spears on the ground and talk to someone– he’s not really sure who it is, but the doors open and the smell of Shuri wafts through the hall.
The king shoots him another look. He steps inside without looking at him and is immediately greeted by Shuri’s whimpers. His sense of smell is better than any one’s and though Shuri has never smelled like this, even when she was in his home, he delights in her enticing smell. His eyes would have looked around but it immediately snaps to the shivering clump on the bed.
He takes one step on the carpeted floor before he hears her voice.
“Go away,” she says, almost nasally and out of breath. “I don’t need you.”
He continues to advance. “No, you probably don’t,” Namor says. As far as he knows, their bond wouldn’t kill any of them, but their need is far stronger than their feelings for one another. “But your panther does.”
His body stills when he hears a quiet sob underneath the pile of blankets.
“I hate you,” Shuri cries inside the blanket and his heart aches. “I hate you.”
No, you don’t, Namor almost says smugly as he smells her want become stronger in the air. “That may be so,” he starts and slowly sits on the bed, the bed dipping to make way for his weight. “But your–” –heart– “ –panther screams for me.”
Fast as lightning, his fated one grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him on the bed, straddling him with a growl of her own. She hisses and snaps her fangs at him, but he lays still and calmly, awed at the woman’s strength and speed. Her eyes are glinting with gold and black slits.
“And that will be your purpose,” she growls, digging her claws deeper around his throat. “To please me.”
I would want nothing else, he almost says. But he is a God, and he does not bow to the whims of any mortal. “So be it,” he manages to choke out before the hand gripping his throat disappears and his lips meet hers in a clashing kiss, their teeth clacking.
He’s pretty sure he’s nipped her lips when the taste of blood is on his tongue. The woman doesn’t seem to mind and kisses him even more fervently while breathing harshly. His hands found their place around her waist and she startled at the touch, pulling back from their kiss. Namor breathes, getting a good look at Shuri for the first time.
She has sleeping clothes from what he gathers. It’s sheer and thin, and she’s naked underneath it. His cock is straining his shorts and he needs to kiss the woman above him or he’ll disintegrate right then and there.
Unable to help it, he surges up and kisses her passionately, startling her even more. Shuri whimpers into the kiss, hesitantly kissing back. Namor holds the back of her head before Shuri places a hand on his chest and pushes him back roughly on the bed again.
“This is my pleasure,” Shuri growls, trying for intimidation but Namor’s lips quirk at how broken she sounds from just kissing.
“Of course,” his hands caress the inside of her thighs. “Princess.”
Her lips twist dissatisfaction. She’s shuffling, getting closer and closer until Namor’s face to face with her pelvis.
Namor raises an eyebrow up at her. Shuri scowls, flustered even when she demands, “Please me.”
He smirks. “I shall.”
As soon as he lifts the thin clothing– his mouth latches itself on her cunt. She jerks, almost hitting his arm but then her hand grips his hair and he hums. He licks outside and a pleased rumble comes from his chest. She’s wet, wetter than a normal human but then again, he grins, she wasn’t normal, neither of them were.
Once he gets a taste, he starts to devour. He eats like a man starved of his favorite food. Shuri’s gasping and crumpling before him and if he peeks, he knows the woman has her eyes lidded, full of lust and pleasure. That’s enough for him to keep going.
He sucks on her clit briefly, delighting in the whine that comes out of Shuri’s mouth when he does. He slurps the slick and juices, licking his lips. She tastes heavenly, just as she did a month ago. When he pokes his tongue inside, Shuri bends over and takes a hold onto the headboard. The action urges him on more than ever.
His fingers join inside her with his tongue one by one. She keens, panting and thrusting her cunt forward, making his fingers go deeper.
Feeling dazed and heady from Shuri’s pleasure, he starts to earnestly move his fingers in and out. Shuri hasn’t stopped gasping and moaning, whining when he goes slow and eagerly pushes back to his fingers when he goes faster. It’s both amusing and sexy to see the woman who has defeated him to be reduced in a whimpering state.
But not one second does she beg.
That’s alright. Namor has time.
He finds the bundle of nerves and starts attacking it with his fingers, smugly grinning at the shiver and the sharp intake of breath from the woman on top of him. He puts his mouth to use once again, licking around her labia and licking her clit. It only elicits more noise from her and she starts to fall forward, sloppily thrusting and wailing.
“Namor–” is the first word she says between all her gasps and moans. “Namor!” The moment she climaxes, they both hear the headboard break.
It’s made of vibranium.
Namor grins and licks her cum, making sure not to waste any drop.
Shuri whines whether from embarrassment or from the extra stimulation, Namor’s not really sure.
Her grip on his hair tightens and if he were any mortal man, his neck would have snapped with her strong push.
She shifts position, hissing. “Let’s finish this.”
Namor hums, delighting in watching her taking his cock out of the confines of his shorts.
Shuri is unfazed by his size and he fondly remembers the way her eyes widened back in the caves. Shuri glares at him, as if she knows what he’s thinking about, before she lifts a leg. Confused, Namor watches as Shuri changes position and now, her back and ass were facing him.
Namor stares and cautiously runs a hand over her spine, going down to her ass and inside her wet thighs.
Shuri shivers at the touch and lifts herself up, grabbing his cock which brings him out of his stupor.
“Don’t wanna face you,” she hisses menacingly, and it only amuses him. She’s explaining and if Namor wasn’t so turned on, he would have laughed.
“Alright,” he concedes and watches intently as his cock disappears inside her cunt. He shuts his eyes tightly, biting his lip. He refuses to finish inside of her without actually being inside of her– like a teenage boy. He grits his teeth at the tightness and briefly, he wonders if she’s taken a lover from their month apart.
The thought has him thrusting up, earning a yelp-like moan from his fated one. Shuri gasps when the entirety of him is buried inside her. Inside her, it’s warm and tight and perfect. If he didn’t have Chaac as a God, he would worship Shuri instead. He groans and unconsciously thrusts up once again and Shuri whimpers.
Shuri seems frozen in position and Namor waits it out, despite wanting to flip them over and have his way with her.
She lifts herself up slowly with shaking legs at the side of his waist and shaking arms gripping his legs. When she drops down, she bends forward, gasping.
He wraps his hands around her waist, willing all his patience and power into waiting.
“Good, princess?” He rumbles, feeling his feathers coming out and his tail appearing. Just in time, when Shuri pushes herself up, she has ears on top of her head as well as a tail swishing stiffly behind her.
Shuri doesn’t answer him. Not that he was expecting one. She starts a pace, slow and deliberate in her movements. The moment she gains courage, he starts moaning loudly. Her walls hold him tightly, as if they didn’t want to let him go. His hands grip her waist harder, guiding her movement.
Shuri starts to go faster, chasing her own pleasure and Namor doesn’t mind. It’s pleasurable to him, too, and Namor badly wants her to go faster.
“Namor,” she sobs out after dropping on his cock harshly. Namor groaned, meeting the thrust with his hips. “Namor.”
He manages to open his eyes and finds his own reflection looking back at him. The fire in his gut flares up. “Is that why you preferred this position, princess?”
“Wha–?” Shuri’s confused whimper makes him hold her waist and drag his knees closer, putting his heels on the bed. He thrusts up roughly and Shuri loudly moans. She looks glorious as she does it, with her cunt connected to his cock being exposed on the mirror in front of them. Her nipples are hard and her breasts look enticing– it makes him feel hungry.
“Namor!” Shuri screams after one particularly hard thrust while he grabs her tail. He decides to go faster, watching as Shuri falls apart.
He curses under his breath. Her walls are tightening, signalling her soon climax. And he’s close, too, if she continues to become tighter.
He’s tired of looking at the mirror.
He grabs one of her legs and throws it over him, rearranging her on top of him. Shuri yelps at the rough treatment and at the sudden disappearance of his cock inside her. Shuri grabs a hold onto his chest. They’re back in their original position but this time, it’s easier for him to hold her waist and thrust upwards.
Shuri throws back her head when he enters her again in one fluid motion. She starts bouncing, meeting each of his thrusts and he can’t close his eyes– not when Shuri looks like a goddess on top of him, reaching the peak of her pleasure.
Shuri starts murmuring his name, begging. Namor grins with his sharp fangs. “Namor, Namor. Please, please, please. Please.”
“As you wish, princess.”
Namor goes faster, throwing his head back on the pillow. Her walls tighten and the coil in his gut does too.
“Inside,” Shuri gasps out when he takes one nipple in his mouth. “Please, please. Namor.”
Namor growls, inhuman. “Take what you want from me, princess.”
Shuri sobs and digs her claws into his shoulders, bouncing desperately. Her tail’s flicking back and forth behind her and her ears are twitching furiously. Namor was sure that if he weren’t suspended on his back on the bed, his tail would be swishing happily.
“Chaac,” he suddenly groans out and is surprised by the hand around his throat. Shuri’s eyes are flashing gold, angry and possessive.
“There is no Chaac here,” she hisses, biting his lips and drawing blood. He kisses her all the same. “Shuri.”
Namor groans louder. “Shuri.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Shuri pleads.
With one last thrust, Namor cums inside her. Namor feels the relief and satisfaction. It will catch, he thinks as he tightens his grip around her waist, It will catch. It seems evil to wish such a thing, but as Shuri falls on him, he doesn’t care. He keeps them connected, making sure most of his cum stays inside.
For a moment, their breathing and pants can only be heard in the silent room.
Namor tries to make conversation. “Your ears have come out.”
Shuri grumbles. “Your feathers are tickling me.”
Namor huffs a laugh and wraps an arm around her back. Her tail is swishing languidly behind her and he knows she’s satisfied. For now. He starts caressing her back, running his fingertips back and forth. Purrs fill the room and he smiles into her hair.
“Stay,” Shuri whispers. If Namor didn’t have enhanced hearing, he wouldn’t have caught it. “Stay until this ends.”
Namor hums, satisfied and smug. “Of course, princess.”