First pregnancy
"You are crushing my fingers, Namor."
"I'm sorry, my love. I'm just too excited to see them like how eager I am to wake up and see you every morning in the first light. I hope we get to see them better today?" Namor constantly fidgets beside her, like an eager and curious child. Shuri chuckles inwardly.
"I can't wait to meet them, Shuri, you have no idea how—" how much this means to him.
Namor nuzzles their faces tenderly and murmurs softly, "—How much this means to me. How much you mean to me. How much they mean to me…"
Their children. Their blood. A family with her. After everything.
"I know..." Shuri exhales softly, she does.
And Namor had never been more alive than now.
As they happily look at the hologram screens of the ultrasound image of their babies together, the doctor reassures Namor and Shuri that the two fetuses are growing well, putting their worries at ease.
Namor and Shuri extended their fingers to trace the delicate contours of their baby twins, and they both chuckled helplessly.
Shuri pointed at the shadow of tiny wings visible near the twins's ankles and playfully complained,
"How is never as important as why, huh? Later when people asked me why I had grown white hairs so quickly, I gotta say because I'm too busy handling and taking care of your two flying babies."
Even before their children are born, Namor's already feeling immense pride, on the verge of taking flight because his wings flutter wildly, Shuri watches him chuckle in amusement, rolling her eyes fondly.
"I had a feeling our babies are gonna be the death of us. Imagine the trouble they would make while they grow up along the way?" Shuri said amusingly, leaning onto Namor and playing with his fingers, interlocking and then gripping, relaxing and then holding tight again.
"Their mother drives me crazy, I expect no less from my children!" Namor grins ear to ear.
"Wait until they cause trouble big enough to blow up the entire nation, and let's see if you still dare to utter these words," Shuri said with an amused huff. And then tilted her head to kiss the corner of his mouth teasingly. Namor wraps her in his arms, letting Shuri lean back against him comfortably and caressing her belly lovingly.
"You underestimate me, Shuri~ Whether it's small-scale mischief or major trouble, it doesn't matter."
Namor heavily grazed by her lips and declared,
"I can bear the sky falling down for them."
His words ignited her, indeed, there was nothing he couldn't do, like Namor had her falling in love with him—
"Shuri, you are the death of me, where else can these two little rascals turn the world upside down?"
Shuri gave him a sly smile,
"Remember what you said today~" She leaned in to kiss her babies' loving father, thanking Namor on behalf of their children.
Shuri lightly grazes her lips against his softly, making the same pledge.
"And if the sky falls down, we'll be there to carry it for them."
First ultrasound
Every night, the babies dance and soar inside her belly, and she hasn't had a good night's sleep in forever. Shuri watches Namor sleep peacefully and she grunts slightly, he's tired too after putting up with so much of her shenanigans during her pregnancy.
Like her whirlwind of emotions, which she blames on the hormones. The last moment she's all happy about being pregnant,
"For Bast's sake, we are having twins…" she wonders.
"Yes, we are, princess," he assures her.
The next moment she's all mad that Namor got her pregnant,
"You got me pregnant! I thought I was ready to be a mother but I never was!" she burst out.
"It's alright, I'm not ready either, maybe. And that makes us ready, we'll be alright, Shuri, don't worry." he soothes her every time.
It was an endless cycle, and Namor had gotten used to it all too well, tending to Shuri's needs all the while.
Like her late-night cravings, waking up the entire nation just to get her hot xocotl but with deep-fried seaweed flakes and mashed corn in it, alongside some pancakes served with mango! And all of them must be freshly picked!
Shuri announced it was the babies' craving, and Namor agreed with her every time, helping their people to sate both mother and children's cravings.
Like— Shuri tosses and turns, and finally, she kicks Namor out of bed with one swift move. Slowly sitting up and cradling her belly, ignoring his curses. Suddenly, peculiar thoughts begin to spin in her head and she starts asking out loud,
"What if they can't breathe underwater?!"
Namor's voice rumbled from the ground, unimpressed, "Well… if they can't, they can't. Can they?" Not bothering to get back to bed.
"Then where do they live?!" Shuri asks in shock.
"They live on land, of course."
"But what if they can't breathe on land?!"
"'Then they live underwater, Shuri, simple as that."
"But—"
Namor finally rises from the ground and sits back on their bed, pulling Shuri into his arms to comfort her.
"No matter what, they're perfect, our children."
"But, but what if they're not like you, but like me?" Without her suit, the underwater pressure would crush her bones.
"I'm pretty sure they'll be like me." The scans showed the twins had completely inherited his mutant genetics.
"...But I hope they can live in both worlds." Shuri hugs him tightly. Afraid that their children couldn't.
"They will, don't worry, Shuri…" Namor pats her back soothingly, easing all her tension.
The healers said pregnant women tend to have all sorts of wild thoughts, but Namor never expected it would include a drop in IQ. Well, it's quite endearing… to see a clumsy, silly and still adorably charming Shuri, his wife, and the mother of his children.
"Aren't you worried at all?" Shuri pokes at his stupid chest hard, curious yet demanding.
"Worried about what?"
Namor's bright eyes shimmered in the dark, gazing at her infinitely tender and affectionate.
"...If our children can't breathe underwater, they'll be… less like your children?" Less like a Talokanil.
Shuri didn't want their children to feel like they didn't belong here, in Talokan... She didn't want Namor to think he was the only one, living between two worlds, all alone in this world.
"You're overthinking, Shuri. What happens if it was the reverse? That they can't breathe on land?" Just like his children.
Namor suddenly started to worry the same as Shuri. Would she feel—
"It doesn't matter."
Shuri stared at him and mumbled softly…
Their cenote was theirs alone, Namor and Shuri snugly nestled together, tightly embracing each other.
"Then I don't mind either."
Namor's gentle voice echoed in her ears, more melodious than the pattering of water drops.
"Why?"
"They are our children, Shuri. Whether or not they can live in both worlds like me, I will love them unconditionally."
Shuri looks at him, ready to argue further, but Namor gently lowers her back on the bed, covers her with the blankets and soothingly touches her now calm belly. It was already late at night, and he commanded, "Sleep now."
"Hmph..." Shuri nestled in his warm embrace, closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. The last time she didn't listen to him and get enough sleep, she felt uncomfortable the entire day, which had worried Namor deeply.
"What if they're not geniuses like me, would you mind?"
Namor laughed, holding Shuri all night, happily and tenderly answering every one of her questions till sunrise.
First baby talk
A year later after the twins were born, Shuri developed a new technology that allowed the Talokanils to live and breathe on land in Wakanda, without the rebreather.
Namor had been extremely careful with her since she was pregnant. And touch starved.
He touches her everywhere when he gets the chance. In the slightest opportunity, gap, brief and fleeting moment, the man seized it.
With his alluring eyes. Brushing their shoulder playfully, interlocking their fingers all the time, lingering licks on her lips, fumbling her long braids, nibbling her ears, scratching her chin, massaging her breast, kissing softly on her baby bump, caressing her thighs, and warming her feet with his big hands.
As Namor presses the sweet spot deep within her burning core, Shuri's pleasured moans ring loudly into his pointy ears while she grinds on his fingers with an unquenchable hunger.
"Yes– there!" Her breath hitched and choked when Namor pressed hard on her bundle of nerves, making Shuri strokes his burning desire with frenzied eagerness, wanting to cum hard together.
Namor's breath grew rapidly, his disheveled exhalations and lingering shameful moans piercing into Shuri's ears as she wickedly tightened her grip. Earning a beast growl from him, she clenched her walls hard in response, drooling as she imagined taking him now.
They see stars together when the electricity strikes them, coursing through their bodies as they collapse in each other's soaked embrace, his seeds spilling all over her palm and wrists, staining her bracelet. His hands are covered in a complete mess of her slick.
Shuri's more wet than ever since she was pregnant. Namor swallowed hard the lump in his throat, heaving in desire again when Shuri could feel him hardened again in her palm.
Even though she couldn't sleep tonight, just like any other night, the conversation had taken a different turn today. Ugh, she missed him so much—
Shuri shook violently, writhing desperately when his fingers had left her tight warmth.
Namor sucks on his fingers stained with her juice. He gazed at Shuri with a mixture of allure and deep eyes. Since she insisted on not sleeping, he could only think of this method to make her sleep.
Shuri never backs from a challenge as she smears all his cum over his chest, licking them off him sinisterly. Namor trembles in pleasure, pulling out his fingers with a wet pop. He caresses her belly, he can feel the babies kicking unceasingly while he worships their mother.
"Just as energetic as your mother, in bebés."
Shuri had never been so horny in her life. She blames the hormones and her pregnancy. It is a scientific explanation!
And him!
"Blame your father, iintsana zam! He makes me horrrrrnnyyyyy—"
"Shuriiiii, my wife, my babies, my—" Namor growls breathlessly when Shuri licks his nipple one last time and presses him down on their bed. Straddling him effortlessly with her barely five-months baby bump, as her wet core meets his throbbing want, they both moan in absolute bliss.
"Shuri-"
"I asked-! The healers said it's safe— but you might… need to control… your strength a bit…"
"I don't want to hurt you—"
"You fucked me so good, now I'm pregnant— with twins! Namor, make love to me—"
Shuri had never been so engrossed in dirty talk in her life. She blames the hormones and her husband. It is a scientific explanation!
"Shuriiii—" Namor purrs deeply, "You are going to be the death of me," he lifts her up by the hips and carefully sinks her down on his hot shaft, sliding in easily, giving her everything.
She raised her head and moaned wantonly, as if all the soreness and pain from pregnancy had disappeared, as his cock was buried deep in her wet heat. Shuri arches her waist, eager for Namor to start moving, but he is thrusting slowly in a torturous rhythm, lazily kneading around her hips, too gentle on Shuri as he restrains himself.
"Harder! Faster! Have you not eaten today!" Shuri bites hard on his shoulder in embarrassment, flushing all over and can't believe what she just said out of loud.
She blames it on the hormones for making her so hungry for Namor. It is a scientific explanation!
"I'm eating now, be patient, Shuri, you don't want the babies to be juggling inside of you?"
Then Shuri felt an inexplicable jealousy, seeing Namor care and dote on the babies more than her, it felt like he had forgotten about her!
She began to angrily and tearfully pour out her grievances to him!
"I'm hungry! I'm starving for your cock, Namor, it's been months and you always use this excuse!! They are the babies of the Black Panther and the Feathered Serpent God! They are strong! They can handle some tumbling inside!!"
He looked at his wife helplessly. The doctors and healers said that the fetuses were not stable yet and "requested" them not to do strenuous exercise! But it will be alright after the first three months…
And so, Namor makes love to her hard. Just as Shuri wants it badly until she starts crying in pleasure, clawing at his back as she bounces on his cock, she cradles her baby bump while she rides his cock, apologizing to their babies if they are dizzy in there—
"I'm sorry, iintsana zam, Mama's sorry, bebés, almost there. Almos—!" Shuri clashed their mouths and they thrashed together, too overwhelmed by the deadly sensations of making love to each other.
Namor growls like a trapped beast, heaving like he's in heat, with one hand he switches from supporting Shuri swaying on his lap to grabbing her hip in an iron grip while he pounds into Shuri from underneath, slamming their hips together forcefully.
One hand rough, while the other surprisingly gentle, Namor places his sweaty palm on her pregnant belly, whispering apologies and words of affection to her and their babies in Shuri's ears.
"In yakunaj, in bebés, in chan x-ch'úupal, in chan paalo'. Ma' je'el in pa'atik u a Baba—" I can't wait to be your Baba.
Suddenly, Shuri twitches and cries out in his arms, grabs his hair forcefully, bites his neck and trembles violently. Namor was so frightened that he stopped and called out anxiously, "Shuri?! Shuri! Are you alri—" he cups her face worriedly.
"No, no, I'm not hurt! Mama is not hurt! Your Baba is not hurting me, don't worry! You two don't need to kick your little winged ankles so furiously!!"
Shuri holds onto his neck, nuzzling against Namor, breathing in his scent deeply. Gradually, the intense pain she had been enduring began to subside and Shuri nestled in his arms, sobbing softly while continuing to move eagerly.
Her pregnancy had wrecked her in the sweetest way ever that made her cry like a baby all the time.
"This is all your fault, Namor! Namor— K'uk'ulkan— Ch'ah—" Shuri kept calling out his name and Namor patiently comforted her, wrapping her tightly, keeping her safe.
"Yes, it's all my fault. You are going to be an amazing mother, Shuri— You are so beautiful while pregnant with my babies—"
But Namor is here with her. She no longer feels ashamed to show it.
He had witnessed all her vulnerable moments, as he had shown his to her. Their hearts beat as one, breathe as one, one mind, one soul, and one body. Together as one.
"I'm sorry, in bebés, your Mama is cock starved and I'm cunt starved. Although you two will not know how greedy your Mama is, she will not stop begging me to fuck her and making you two little heads spin on the inside, I apologize on her behalf, Baba's sorry too—"
"Stop! Namor! Stop talking with that dirty mouth of yours to my babies!!"
She would say my babies when she's mad at him.
"She's so wet and warm- fuck, Shuri, you are soooo tight— that's how I put you two in there, hmmmm, your Mama is trying to kill me, fuck, you two were conceived on the beach, I am sure, under the moon and stars, Ix Chel grant us you two, you babies like the beach, huh? Me too, Baba will make love to your Mama again on that beach, maybe you two have a little brother or sister in no time—"
"Shut up, Namor!"
Shuri smashes their mouths together to stop him from speaking vulgar words to their barely five-months-old babies! Namor smirks triumphantly. She whimpers as he sucks her tongue softly, mimicking their lovemaking in her mouth as he rocks with her.
Shuri trembles uncontrollably, the image of Namor holding their babies in his strong arms compared to how he holds her down now, and whispering words of love to their babies in such soft and hushed tones turns her on crazily, except he's talking so dirty now even Shuri can't stand him anymore!
But she wants to hear more from him! But she doesn't want to affect their babies!
"If their first word is fuck, I'll blame it on you." She bites his lips, punishing him just a little bit.
"No." Namor lifts her up from his lap, sliding out her tight warmth with difficulty, he drags himself out of her, using all his will to do so.
"Their first word will be calling you 'Mama'."
Before Shuri could wail, he placed her gently on their bed, gathering soft quilts under her waist, she must be sore, and leaned down to kiss her tears away,
Namor trails down to her baby bump, kissing her stretched skin softly, all over her, Shuri is drowning in his love as she runs her fingers through his sweat-soaked dark curls, she hopes their babies have his dark hair, looking as beautiful as their father.
Namor buried his face in her belly, murmuring like a silly fool again,
"I'm sorry, babies, Baba loves your Mama too much, and I can't stop fuckin- make love to her, you two hold on tight in there, okay? I love you two so much-"
And Namor could feel two little hands on his lips, and another two little feet kicking his nose and cheek with quite a force. He stuns…
Namor looks up to Shuri in awe and tears.
"Pfftt, they are telling you to shut up, your Baba is too noisy, right? Faster grow up healthily in my belly, babies, so you can come out and help me annoy your Baba all the time? Or is it the other way around? You three are gonna gang on me? I had a feeling already—" Namor watches as Shuri copied him to whisper with the babies, softly chucking and smiling, glancing at him teasingly, her eyes shining with happy tears.
Shuri pulls him back to her as they meet in a salty yet sweet kiss, their chest swells with love.
They continued to compete with who was the noisier and the more infuriating parent in bed for the rest of the night.
First pregnancy sex
Shuri wakes up late in the afternoon, she is buried in a soft and comfortable quilt. Rubbing her eyes, Namor had set her on his lap, as she dozed off against his chest. Her fingers tirelessly traced patterns on his skin, while her one little foot under the covers continuously brushed against his large feet and wings.
"Is it finished yet?" she asks casually.
"Not yet," he beams with a mischievous grin.
Shuri glances at the paintbrush in his hand and the mural on the wall.
My silly man.
In this age of advanced technology, everyone stores photos electronically. But as Shuri watched Namor painstakingly paint the ultrasound images of their babies on the wall, she couldn't help but think, "This man is too silly..."
The children weren't even born yet! But he is sketching their outlines from one ultrasound image to another.
When they are born, how many paintings, and how many walls would he need to commemorate their love?
And Shuri remembers it.
One day, Namor happily led her to a corridor in their cenote.
"What's going on?" she asked, puzzled. "Is there something new you're gonna paint?" Shuri guessed it was about her pregnancy, of course.
Namor gestured to a corridor of empty walls, all the way to their room, beside their mural.
He nodded cheerfully.
"To paint you and our children."
Namor announced with a wide grin.
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Shuri could never forget the look on Namor's face at that moment— a radiant, childlike smile, like the sun, illuminating her whole world.
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The child, with love.