Underwater

They managed to control the chaos the moment they put Little Mermaid on. All the little eyes and ears were glued to the TV screen, it always worked.

Shuri remembered how she and T'Challa used to have movie nights when they were young. The American movies they used to watch with Baba.

And now, sitting here and cuddling with the kids brings back her fond memories and a sense of nostalgia.

They should bring back movie nights. For Toussaint's sake, of course~ She took note to mention this with T'Challa later.

"How many times have you watched this?" Shuri bumps into Alain's shoulder teasingly as she grins at how well Anica could sing along with Ariel.

"I don't want to talk about it, I'm afraid I might scare you away~" Alain grins back at her while gazing at his niece lovingly.

"You'll find that I'm not that easily scared away~" Shuri chuckles at it and rubs her eyes. It's been a long day.

"Aunty Shuri? Bobby, Charlie, Diana, Fiona and the other kids are gonna sleepover tonight! They are making a tent! Can I sleep over too??? Can I?  Pretty please~~~"Toussaint ran up to his aunt when the movie had gone halfway, tucking at her dress pleadingly.

"Ho~ let me think~ am I going to let you sleep over~? Since your Baba and Mama are not here, I'm the boss~" Shuri held him onto her lap and tickled him.

"Come on, Aunty~~~" Toussaint attacked Shuri with his cuteness.

"Alright— you can sleep over, my little panther, but you have to behave! And listen to Anica's Mama, okay?" Shuri squeezed his little cheeks softly when her baby boy nodded quickly. He ran back to his friends, happily announcing he could sleep over too.

Shuri smiles at the sight and yawns the next moment. Bast, she still has to meet Ch'ah later.

"Shuri? Do you want to rest? You can sleep in my room." Alain tucked her up and Shuri thought it was a good chance for her to sneak away to the beach.

"Or if you don't mind, Shuri, you can sleep in Anica's room, the kids will be sleeping in the living room together." Anica's mother, Alice told her quickly while interrupting Alain.

"Oh no, I'm good, Toussaint will be fine with you, right?" She looks towards Alain.

"Rest assured, Shuri. Believe me, I can take on 10 kids without breaking a sweat." Alain said with pride.

"I think I will just go back home and rest, it's been a long day, so I'm gonna entrust my baby to you guys. Don't worry, Toussaint is very well-behaved when it comes to sleeping." Shuri told them while she beckons her umtshana.

"Your Aunty Shuri is old, baby boy, I'm gonna go home and take a nap, I'll come to get you tomorrow morning. Or you could come home yourself? Anyway, Uncle Alain will take care of you~" Shuri took off her kimoyo beads, separated and connected them back into two smaller bracelets, putting them on Toussaint's both wrists securely. Just in case of emergencies since she's not with him. For safety. She still had her bead earrings on her.

"See you in the afternoon! Bye, Aunty!" Toussaint kissed her cheek and ran back to his friends, showing off his aunt's invention to them.

"Heartless little rascal…" Shuri mumbled. He didn't even ask her to stay!

"Shuri, you should stay, it's pretty late and—" Alain suggested and started chattering non-stop, trying to keep her.

"I could only fall asleep in my bed, it recognizes me~ it's true, I'm not lying." She had a hard time during the first two nights when she arrived in Haiti, she never slept in foreign places outside of Wakanda or her lab. But she adapted quickly though.

"I- I… then- Okay… then… at least let me walk you home, it's not safe at night…" Alain sighed and gave up when Shuri looked at him determinedly, not backing down from his insistent talk to ask her to stay with the kids. With him.

"Let's go. Bye, Toussaint!" Shuri shouted at her nephew. And he waved goodbye at her without turning his head, eyes glued to the TV.

"Tsk!" Shuri clicks her tongue with amusement and leaves while shaking her head in amusement. Walking back home with Alain beside her. Shuri laughed. What Toussaint did just now was exactly the same as how she always brushed off T'Challa when she was busy in the lab. And her brother would "Tsk" too. 

Shuri turned to Alain when their home was in sight, "Thanks for walking me home. I'm good from here, you better go back before Alice can't hold them off~" Shuri smiled faintly, said her goodbyes and headed home.

Alain paced up to her and caught her wrist, and proceeded to hold her hand gently, "Shuri! I- I want to tell you…" he stuttered. 

"Yeah? Sorry…" She turned around and mumbled sorry while she yawned, she really is tired from today. She rubbed her eyes for a moment and looked at Alain apologetically.

"I- I… just wanna say goodnight…" Alain decided to confess another time as he saw how tired Shuri looked. 

"Oh, okay then, goodnight to you too, Uncle Alain~" Shuri gently pulled back her hand, waved again and turned around. She walked away with a carefree demeanor. While saying sorry in her heart. She guessed Alain wanted to say something big just now. 

But in the end, she couldn't reciprocate his feelings.

After all, she's not in love with him. 

Shuri sighs. She was only bothered by when Alain would confess again, and she worried that rejecting him would make it impossible for them to be friends anymore. She still wanted to remain friends with him. She rarely had friends close to her age and they shared a great vibe together, and so did the kids. She would hate to see if it changes.

She doesn't want to hurt anyone. Or break anyone's heart. She doesn't want to hurt Alain's feelings. Shuri sighs again as she sits at the stairs on their doorsteps, feeling her mind a complete mess.

Alain turned around and headed home when he saw Shuri go back home safely. He had to confess before Shuri returned to Wakanda. Thinking no matter what Shuri's reply is, he just wants to let her know how she had brightened up his life the moment he met her. And how glad he felt to have become friends with her, and how hopelessly he is in love with her. No matter will Shuri reciprocate his feelings. He will take the leap of faith.

Shuri walked along the beach where the waves and sand meet. Between the land and the sea. Walking towards her usual rock.

Walking towards him.

Before she could step onto the rock, his voice reached her first.

"You are early," Ch'ah said.

"...My brother went back to Wakanda for a while, he couldn't leave the nation for long, so I just walked out the door…" Didn't need to sneak out at all. Also, T'Challa won't be here to spy on her. Pretty sure T'Challa has been giving her more suspicious looks lately.

"...Where are we going?" Shuri yawned for Bast knows how many times and rubbed her eyes again.

Namor stared at Shuri silently.

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…She's wearing an orange dress today. That's…

Namor thinks he used to watch her wearing shorts and always showing off her lean and long legs too often.

It was… strange… and new to see her in a dress.

Shuri's already breathtaking with her hoodie and shorts.

But now… she looks too beautiful in a dress…

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"Are you tired?" Namor noticed her yawning and stopped her to keep rubbing her eyes to stay awake.

"Huh? Oh, sorry… it's been a long day…" Shuri yawned again and looked at Ch'ah.

They both looked at each other in silence—

Shuri looked at his face, and the more she looked, the more he annoyed her.

And Shuri knows why.

Namor looked at her face, and the more he looked, the more annoyed he felt.

Both of them pondered about—

How many people saw Shuri looking so beautiful today??? And I'm THE last one???

…

I'm in love with him. That's why he appears so annoying to me!!!

"Come," Namor reached out his hands to her, and Shuri placed her hands on his. Namor lifted her off the rock and held her in the water. "Wait, my gear—" Reaching into her pocket and attaching her gear behind her ears.

Namor held her wrist and snatched away her little device swiftly. As they float, Namor switches their places as he floats backwards, his back hitting the rock and he pulls a confused Shuri to him. Pulling her over without asking. Pulling her straight to him.

He held Shuri tightly in his arms, letting her rest against his chest. His hands wrapped around her back and thighs, providing warmth with his own body. Namor whispered, "Go to sleep. Take a 15-minute nap before we continue our journey." He gazed at the full moon as he spoke.

… … …

"...Are you serious?!! You could have let me sleep on the beach instead, genius!!" Shuri burst out in disbelief but she didn't move away from him as he was the only warmth she could cling to in the cold water. Sleeping in the ocean?! She would freeze to death as it was nighttime.

"I won't let you freeze to death," Namor assured her, his voice filled with determination. "Sleep. Aren't you tired?" Finally, he lowered his head to look at Shuri, his eyes brimming with mischief . They were so close that all it took was a slight tilt of his head to kiss her forehead.

Shuri looked straight into his teasing eyes, his hands holding onto her firmly, with no intention of letting go…

"... I'll haunt you for the rest of your life if I die from this…" Shuri grumbled and really tried to sleep on him. Ch'ah's hands shifted from lifting her thighs to grabbing onto her feet, as the warmth of his palm warmed her freezing feet.

"Don't drool on me, Shuri," Namor said while curving his mouth wildly.

"Shhh!!! I'm trying to sleep here—" Shuri thinks she's going to freeze to death.

She swears she couldn't fall asleep like this.

Shuri reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing herself closer to his warmth. Strangely, she didn't feel the coldness that would make her shiver. 

"I've figured it out…" she whispered, her voice growing softer. "...If I have to die, I'll strangle you to death with me when my body turns cold and hard so that even in death, you can't escape me..." 

Namor heard every word, despite her diminishing soft voice.

"I'd love to see you try…" Shuri heard him say this before she drifted away, Shuri think to herself—

Can't believe she fell in love with a merman with winged ankles!

UNBELIEVABLE!

But it is happening!

As she leaned against him heavily, her exhaustion seeped out. She was trapped in his embrace, in the water, against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, inhaling his scent. Her arms wrapped around his body as she began to drift off to sleep. It was a different kind of reassurance he gave her compared to her brother. Her brother provided a sense of security, and while he offered more than just that, it was— what was it again? 

Shuri couldn't recall... She simply wanted to stay nestled in his arms forever, never to part. 

Hmph, always teasing me. You've met your match now. I'll make sure you pay for it. 

As Shuri drifted away in Namor's arms. This moment lasted forever.

Namor listened to her steady breathing and looked at Shuri, eyes closed and taking a nap… Sleeping peacefully.

Namor smirked and held Shuri more tightly. She has such a big heart, completely letting her guard down with him. It seems she's not afraid of death at all. 

Namor chuckled, as if he would ever let her die.

The gentle waves lapped in their direction, and Namor swayed with the rhythm of the sea, allowing the water to cradle her. She must have felt as if she were in a cradle with the sea as a lullaby, gently lulled to sleep.

Namor gazed at Shuri, bathed in moonlight, and then leaned forward gently to place a tender kiss on her forehead. Lingering and with no intention of leaving. Like Shuri, Namor closed his eyes and rested, feeling the warmth of her forehead transfer to his lips.

In the end, they rested against the rocks, sleeping in the ocean for an hour.

Namor opened his eyes and still saw Shuri.

…It's not a dream. He found her.

The voice in his head for decades.

♫Entrе las sombras, mi amor♫

Amongst the shadow, my love

♫Tú eres el mayor destello♫

You are the brightest sparkle

♫Qué bello, qué bello♫

How beautiful, how beautiful

He could hear Shuri humming in his head more and more frequently as they'd been meeting each other so often. Namor shakes his head in surrender, thinking he would never be rid of her humming in his head in this lifetime. His heart was so full of her that he could hardly call it his own. His mind and his soul belong to Shuri. 

Namor knows he would never be rid of Shuri. 

Not even death.

Namor opened his palm. The thing he had been holding on all night long.

And he put it onto Shuri's wrist. Tying it securely, Namor lifted her hand and gently kissed it. His movements were light, but they still managed to wake her up. 

She blinked a few times and finally opened her gorgeous eyes that could fill the brightest stars.

Shuri stared at the man before her, dazed , as he tenderly pressed his lips against her knuckles. 

His gaze was fixed on her, as if trying to capture her soul with those spellbinding eyes. 

…He already has—

Shuri stared back at Ch'ah, her eyes unwavering , catching a glimpse of her own reflection in his eyes, illuminated by the moonlight. 

And then it occurred to Shuri— that his eyes were truly stunning, perhaps resembling his mother's…

…Why do his eyes look more beautiful than the first time she teased him about them?

"Feeling well-rested?" Namor murmured softly and deeply, giving her time to wake up completely. 

At that moment, Shuri felt like she had heard Ch'ah's voice before. As if they have met before. How could it be? It's impossible—

His hands were massaging her hands and feet, offering warmth. 

"...What is this…?" Shuri asked, her thoughts scattered around the ocean, unable to focus where he kept gently squeezing and massaging her hand, making her feel ticklish and itchy in her heart. His gestures warmed her.

"Huh?" Namor played dumb as he enjoyed watching Shuri's adorable and bewildered expression as she woke up.

"...This," Shuri slowly came back to her senses, raising her wrist slightly. 

"Ah, a token of gratitude. Thank you for risking your life to take a nap in the sea." Namor grins roguishly at her. 

Shuri slowly cocked her eyebrows at him. She felt like he hadn't spoken a word of truth. One could tell by the sound of his voice that he was teasing her. Again.

"Uh-huh?" Shuri let out an incredulous hum in response to his words. Glancing at the bracelet on her wrist, she noticed its resemblance to an invaluable artifact that should have been kept safe and cherished. Again.  

But since it was now in her possession, hers, from now on, Shuri vowed to protect it with great care. Unbeknownst to herself, Shuri's expression softened as she gazed at the bracelet preciously.

"Mm-hmm~" While Namor observed everything with his keen eyes. Smitten. Grinning at the corner of his mouth. Guess Shuri liked it.

As the bracelet holds great meaning to him.

Shuri felt Ch'ah's gaze intently on her and—

Shuri thinks she might just have the perfect gift to thank him for giving such a precious and beautiful bracelet to her.

"Are we good to go now?" Namor finally returned the device he had taken earlier from her, naturally placing it behind her ear. Shuri responded with a "Ok," but then quickly added, "Wait! Carry me onto the rock for a moment!" As Ch'ah lifted her and sat her on the rock. She hurriedly squeezed the wet hem of her dress to drain and rolled it up, so that later when she summoned the suit, it wouldn't hinder her movements too much.

Shuri had no idea how he managed it, but only her waist below got soaked, while the upper part of her body remained dry. Well, Ch'ah did hold her above the water all the while she was asleep. It didn't matter though, as it would dry soon enough. 

Namor stared as Shuri rolled up her dress to her thighs, his gaze suddenly restless, even though he had seen her wearing shorts too often. 

"I'm ready now, let's go~" Shuri summoned the suit and slid into the water, firmly grasping his outstretched hand.

"Where are we going?" She asked for the second time that night. Feeling more refreshed and energized after taking a nap.

"You'll see." Once again, Namor filtered through the pre-planned journey in his mind, eliminating the rugged and distant paths, not too much treacherous terrain or long, icy stretches. The focus was on showing Shuri the breathtaking underwater scenery.

A world that would expand her horizons and leave her in awe.

She held his hand tightly as they descended into the depths of the water together. 

All Shuri could see was endless darkness and deafening silence. Afraid of the endless and unknown dark ocean that may devour her in a blink of an eye.

She had never experienced diving after nightfall before, and the unfamiliarity filled her with a tint of fear and nervousness. 

"Shuri?" But then, his voice pierced through the deafening silence and reached her ears, instantly calming her. 

Shuri relaxed, reminding herself that Ch'ah was right beside her.

She turned her head in the darkness, gazing at him. Namor gently squeezed her hand and reassured her, 

"Close your eyes and just hold onto my hand." 

Shuri obediently closed her eyes for once. They began their journey as Namor led her the way, all she heard was the sound and movement of water around her, sometimes loud, sometimes soft. Throughout the way, she kept her eyes shut, breathing slowly, while his voice echoed around her, soothing and strangely comforting. 

"Don't be afraid…" 

The quiet surroundings slowly alleviated her fear, and Shuri started to enjoy the quietness instead after a long day. Namor guided her along the way, sometimes hand on her waist to press her down so she doesn't bump into a rock. Sometimes wrapping his arms around her shoulder when a school of fish passed by abruptly, Shuri felt the tickle when they swam past her hair.

"As long as you're in the ocean," 

Shuri opened her eyes just a crack to peek, still enveloped in darkness. It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark, but rather the result of watching too many movies, leaving her uncertain of when a shark or a monster might suddenly appear. She obediently closed her eyes again, curiosity piqued about their destination. Is he going to kidnap her or something?

"No matter how far,"

How far were they from Haiti now? How long had they been swimming? He mentioned that his home was nearby, is he taking her there? It seemed unlikely, as he had always been protective of his nation and had never really mentioned it in front of her. She didn't even know what his nation was called! Hmph, it seemed like this man was quite secretive. But if it was for the sake of protecting his nation, it was understandable. Shuri understood this more than anyone.

"I will always find my way to you," Namor said determinedly. As Shuri squeezed his hand in response.

Shuri chuckled inside her helmet, finding it quite cheesy.

I will always find my way to you.

His voice kept echoing in her mind.

Did she ever tell him how hypnotic his voice sounds? Shuri thinks she should tell him as she founds it incredibly mesme—

"Now open your eyes, Shuri."

As she could feel they took a turn to the right and stopped. Floating in the water as Namor held onto her firmly. She could only hear her own breathing in the helmet. Shuri slowly opened her eyes as instructed and—

She was captivated by the breathtaking beauty that surrounds her. The once-dark waters shimmer with an ethereal glow, casting sparkling rays of light that dance upon the colourful coral reefs. 

Shuri gasped in awe and wonder as Ch'ah led her along the way slowly.

Above them, a school of exotic fish she had never seen before swam in unison, their scales reflecting a myriad of vibrant hues, they gracefully navigated through the water, their delicate forms swaying in harmony with the currents.

Namor held her hand and extended it towards the group of fish and let go of Shuri entirely. He watched as the fish circled her raised hand and swam downwards slowly, gradually surrounding her body like a dance. They gently brushed against her, earning a soft laugh from Shuri before dispersing beneath her feet. 

Finally, before her attention could be diverted to fish and shining corals again, Shuri seized the opportunity to ask the question that had been on her mind for so long. "How long have you been plotting this?" 

Shuri's eyes filled with teasing mischief as she smiled radiantly, her laughter carrying an extra sense of audacity and reckless captivity. In Namor's ears, she always had a cute laugh.

"Yesterday," Namor admitted honestly.

"You sure?" Shuri doesn't believe him while smirking.

"You're lucky since it only happens every full moon." Or he would just light everything up if he wanted to. He could find a way eventually.

"Hmmm~" Shuri gave him a cheeky look. Namor took her hand and swam again. This time, Shuri doesn't close her eyes.

They came across a hidden cenote adorned with bioluminescent organisms. The walls seem to come alive, pulsating with a soft, mesmerizing glow.

Namor brought them to the surface and Shuri removed her helmet, breathing in the air slowly inside the cave. Curiously, she looked at the murals on the walls with a bluish glow that reflected the water. The murals seemed to have weathered with time, with some of the words and paint fading and becoming blurry. However, the innocent brushstrokes of the murals reminded her of the memories of her childhood, when she first started showing an interest in inventing, she started art and creative design along with all the other stuff. She was certain it was a child who painted all these. All the walls in this cave.

Shuri gently brushed her fingers over the closest mural to her, a depiction of a figure she couldn't quite discern with exaggerated proportion. The youthful and naive artistry intrigued her, wondering what could inspire such a young child to capture such essence and creativity. The colours used were once bold and vibrant, showcasing the child's unique perspective. Despite the passage of time that had weathered the mural, she could almost feel the child's devotion and belief shining through, as if the mural held a profound glimpse into their soul.

"This is Chaac, our god of rain and abundance. My people worship and offer their devotion in regards to agriculture, where they worship another god for protection." Namor told her.

Shuri turned her head and glanced at him cheekily, suspecting that all the paintings in this cave were the creations of this "child" floating before her. She smiled softly and remarked, "Sounds just like Bast, our panther goddess."

"So, what is Chaac using over here? An… axe…?" Shuri chuckled gently, realizing that the child must have had a misconstrued idea of what an axe looked like, as it bore no resemblance to one at all.

"Yes. With his lightning axe, Chaac strikes the clouds, causing them to produce thunder and rain. We still hold the tradition of having festivals dedicated to our god." Namor tells her more when Shuri's fingers brushed past their Mayan temples. It reminds her of the mountains in Wakanda.

"You might be interested in witnessing the rituals and ceremonies one day . Where the people chant, sing hymns, and perform sacred dances…" He wants to show her everything about Talokan.

"I'm afraid I might disappoint you, but I am one of those who has been given a name, for I have little regard for traditions. Though it's not entirely wrong…" Shuri said with a hint of apology.

"What do they say about you?" Curious, he asked.

-"We have watched with disgust as your technological advancements have been overseen by a child who scoffs at tradition."-

"The child who scoffs at tradition."

Shuri spoke softly, reminiscing about T'Challa's challenge day. She remembered clearly that day, that her brother emerged victorious. She looks at Ch'ah quietly, curious about his reaction…

Namor smiled, his lips curling upward, and looked at her as he replied, "Why am I not surprised at all? You never strike me as someone who adheres to traditions. Well, tradition can sometimes act as a conservative force that resists change and innovation." He muttered that sometimes his children were even more conservative and adhered to the traditions he had passed down to them.

Shuri smiles bitterly. "If others could just brush it off like you do, things would be different. I can't understand how technological advancement and disdain for tradition conflict with each other. I've been developing everything just fine, without any major setbacks!" She murmured with a hint of complaint, but fortunately, she always had the support of her family. Now even M'Baku had stood with them too! So it was alright.

"Rigid adherence to tradition without room for adaptation and improvement can hinder progress and limit the potential for growth and development. It will kill us. Stop us from improving—" Especially when the whole world is coming at them, Wakanda couldn't afford to let their guard down. She wouldn't let their stubbornness stand in the way of developing the country as she envisioned. Thanos's attack will be the first and the last. 

"Is Wakanda under attack recently?" Namor reached out and squeezed her palm soothingly underwater. The waves have been relatively calm recently. It's the calm before the storm. Something is coming, Namor can sense it. He might help keep an eye out for Wakanda. Only for her sake.

Shuri shakes her head, she can't say much, "A breach. But we set them up." Her words trailed off smugly.

"I feel sorry for their poor souls." Namor grinned at the corner of his mouth.

Shuri continued to brush her fingers along the murals on her right, countless figures circling together, with a woman in the center and children around her, she guessed. She noticed the brushes here were softer, more detailed and more beautiful. In fact, WAY MORE BEAUTIFUL than the big head and bulky Chaac.

But she noticed the mural on the other end had transitioned from pure bliss and peace to war and death. The colours were no longer vibrant. The brushstrokes were no longer steady and calm, but rough and messy.

Anger.

Shuri felt it when her fingers touched the mural.  Uneven and solemn in colours.

"You were right, Ch'ah. I know we live in a cruel world…" Shuri didn't turn to look at him, for his soft gaze never left her.

Colonization. Slavery. Bloodshed. Shuri brushed her fingers along with death. If Wakanda was not hidden in the first place, they will face the same fate .

"But there's still beauty in it. A lot…if there isn't, we'll make it. But that doesn't mean we have to treat the world with cruelty because it does to us…"

Shuri knew T’Challa had made the right choice to open Wakanda to the world. They made the right choice. The moment she saw the smiles on the people's faces they've helped with. It was worth it.

"...Instead, we repay the world with as much love as we can. I know I sound naive but—"

The world can be cruel, and it is precisely because of this that they must offer more love in return. Otherwise, hatred will fill the world, and how can the living find solace through grief?

Shuri turned her head to look at Ch'ah, his entire being bathed in the gentle reflection of the water. Even in the darkness, life such as these little glowing worms seemed insignificant, yet their existence continued to emit a luminous glow. Illuminating themselves to light the way for others.

Namor gazed at Shuri calmly. He watched her in tranquil stillness, his eyes unruffled, while tumultuous waves of fierce emotions surged within his heart.

He wanted to retort her but couldn't make himself under Shuri's gentle stare.

As he, too, understood these simple truths . He had long seen through it all.

Yet Namor had long forgotten how to view the surface world as beautiful. Ever since he lost his mother.

As time passed, the water level rose. As he grew older, the once huge cave felt cramped to him, suffocating, there were no walls left for him to fill. He doesn't come here often anymore, only when he wants to have a piece of peace of his own. This room was at the corner of the whole cave.

Closest to their ancestral home.

Closer to mother.

Sometimes he found comfort. Sometimes he does not.

Sometimes all the hatred and rage seemed to seep into him because of how close he felt he was to their ancestral home.

Sometimes he imagined comfort dawning on him as he was this close to his mother. Who was buried in the soil of her homeland. Along with his father whom he had never met. Along with all his people that were buried with them.

He buried them with his own hands. Generation and generation. Century after century. It will never end. And he could never forgive—

"Did you draw yourself in there? I'm still looking for a child with winged ankles and pointy ears—" 

Shuri's voice flowed like a gentle, persistent stream into the ocean, merging with him as her voice echoed through the depths of the cave, resonating within every fiber of his being.

"Okay, I can't find you! I can't believe you didn't paint yourself in there! Someone like you—" Shuri turned back to look at the mural, realizing that despite their short acquaintance, she knew he was not someone easily swayed by a few words. Seeing his expressionless face, she decided it was better not to provoke his anger.

"Over there." He pointed to his favourite mural, which depicted his mother.

"Where?" Shuri leaned forward and craned her neck with playful curiosity, causing him to chuckle softly. 

Namor watched her, observing her attempt to find him within the painting. 

I'm right here in front of you. Namor sighed with fondness and his heart softened miserably because of the woman before him. 

Something that Namor thought he wasn't capable of anymore, back when during the hard times and except for his people.

"You're lying, I can't find you," Shuri pouts, hoping to cheer him up with her playful remark. She saw it. She caught a glimpse of sorrow and sadness that flickered momentarily. Deep within his eyes.

"Come a little closer," he whispers. Namor's gaze fixated on her with a hint of mesmerizing allure.

"Where?" Confused and shivering from the cold, Shuri swam towards Ch'ah. Having spent so long in the water, she began to feel a chill running through her body. As she turned to him, wondering if he was mocking her silently, his face suddenly loomed closer. His warm breath brushed against her face, leaving her frozen in the water. 

Shuri tightly gripped his arm, unsure whether she should push him away or…

"Shuri…" 

His whispers were filled with love and longing for her, causing ripples of longing to stir within Shuri's heart, impossible to quell.

As they submerged in the waters over their shoulders, the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous and hazy, with only the sound of their slowed breaths filling the air.

Namor's eyes shimmered with yearning as he slowly closed the distance between himself and Shuri, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He longed to taste the softness of her lips, to feel the warmth of her embrace.

With his heart pounding in his ears and anticipation in the air, Namor leaned in as his lips inched closer and closer to hers. But just as he was about to capture that blissful moment, Shuri playfully dodged his advances, a teasing glint in her eyes. She grins amusingly, letting herself enjoy the game of pursuit. She tilts her head and evades Ch'ah kisses, his soft lips touching her cheek ticklishly instead because of his facial hair.

Shuri slightly lowers her head, giggling openly as she evades his kisses. Namor rubs his forehead against hers in a tender manner, enchanted by her giggles while his hand wanders restlessly underwater, playing with fire with his touch. Shuri intentionally holds her palm against his chest, dodging and weaving, all the while laughing softly when their nose bumps together, his septum scratches through her nose softly when he tilts his head, mimicking her amusingly.

Despite Shuri's playful resistance, Namor managed to steal a few fleeting kisses. Their lips brushed against each other in brief moments of delightful connection. Lips to lips. Skin to skin. Each stolen kiss deepens the desire and longing between them, intensifying the magnetic pull they felt. The red string of fate between them circles them more and more tightly.

However, Shuri still smiles naughtily, leaning back and creating a tiny distance between them. Her eyes locked with his, a silent challenge in her gaze. She wants to see just how far he would go to win her over.

In response, Namor's determination grew stronger. He never wavered. He chases after Shuri, and her heart races with anticipation, she floats backwards when he keeps coming for her. Their chuckles echoed through the cave as they swam and splashed, each movement bringing them closer together.

Namor's lips gently grazed her earlobe before sucking on it, eliciting a soft gasp from Shuri. Not one to back down, she retaliated by playfully squeezing and kneading his pointy ears, listening to his breath hitch and then playfully nipping at his cheek as a warning.

"Be careful now, I'll bite—" Shuri purrs.

"Do you?" he teases.

Namor steals more kisses from her again, tilting her head up while he kisses her restlessly, his finger delicately grasping Shuri's chin to kiss deeper, feeling drunk. He runs his tongue over her lips and leans back when she tries to bite him for real. Before Shuri could smirk triumphantly, the corner of his mouth curved up wildly as Namor smashes their mouth together for a bruising kiss, massaging and sucking on Shuri's tongue. She bites back a moan and follows suit to lick him in the mouth but this time Namor breaks apart when Shuri is intoxicated in his kiss.

Shuri slightly pouts at him, breathless and suddenly her eyes widened in shock, swallowing hard when she feels his burning arousal rubbing against her, her insides clench hard in response as she's suffering the same heat. 

Namor nuzzles their foreheads together as they breathe in deeply together, trying to calm down from the fiery adrenaline. He places a finger against Shuri's swollen lips and gravitates to her helplessly, pausing just when their lips are just barely touching and breathing each other's hot air. He moves to kiss her forehead soothingly, light-headed from all of this.

And the moment their eyes met, Namor and Shuri's eyes set ablaze.

Time seems to stand still as they inch closer, their hearts beating in harmony.

Finally, unable to resist the enchanting allure any longer, Shuri surrenders to the undeniable pull between them. With a tender smile, she closes the gap between them and meets his eager lips in a passionate and long-awaited embrace. 

Reunited at last.

At that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the sweet taste of their love on their lips and the joy of being lost in each other's arms.

It was unparalleled.

With tender anticipation, Namor and Shuri's lips finally meet in a soft and gentle touch over and over again with sweet ecstasy. And in that single, magical moment, their souls intertwine , and their love blossoms . 

Their lips dance in perfect rhythm, conveying their love, desire, and the unspoken sweet nothings they wanted to tell each other for the rest of their lives.

They taste the sweetness of love on their tongues, their hearts overflowing with joy and a sense of belonging. They couldn't stop smiling on each other's lips.

In this intimate embrace, they feel understood, cherished, and completelyaccepted. It is a moment of pure bliss, where time ceases to exist, and their love becomes the center of their universe.

It leaves them intoxicated with happiness, a euphoria course through their entire being and leaves a mark on their hearts. Unfaded by time.

In this precious moment, Namor and Shuri realize that their love is real and destinedtogrow. 

It is a kiss that echoes the depths of their souls, igniting a flame that will burn brightly throughout their lives together.

They will burn together.

They breathe shakily as they find it hard to separate from each other's lips. Foreheads pressed together, they exchanged rapid, eager breaths. Namor's eyes locked with Shuri, and with matching smiles, he whispered, "It's you."

Shuri smiled radiantly. 

"Yes, it's me~" she said playfully, her hand mischievously pinching his chin, filled with affection.

"I see you, Shuri— I see the way you look at me," Namor said slowly with a smug grin, playfully threatening to bite her finger.

"Ho~ did you?" Shuri laughed in response. Waiting for him to come up with something silly—

"When the sun came up, you were looking at me."

Namor beamed as he whispered. 

And Shuri swears it was the most radiant smile she had ever seen in her entire life, as it fills her heart to the brim, overflowing with love because of the presence of the man before her.

"You were looking at me…"

He repeats. Shuri gazes at him, Ch'ah showing off a "You're BUSTED~'' look to her. She grins.

"...Okay," she shrugs, "You WIN~ B-U-T!" With her hands wrapped around his neck, she provocatively and enticingly challenged,

"—But if you weren't looking at me, how would you know that I was looking at you, right?" Shuri said with a teasing tone. As she murmured, she leaned in closer, her lips lightly grazing his, teasingly questioning and tempting him. 

Just as he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her, she skillfully evaded, pressing herself close to his ear and softly exhaling.

"You were looking at me."

Shuri giggles recklessly, and Namor makes up his mind to wipe that reckless smile off her face for good.

Wanton woman.

Namor effortlessly lifted Shuri up from the water and placed her on the dry ground, she gasped in surprise before he fiercely kissed her to teach her a lesson. Their kisses are devoid of any restraint, driven by both urgency and a desire to never stop. 

Shuri deactivated her suit, and Namor skillfully removed the device from behind her ear, casting it aside. His fingertips tenderly caressed the delicate flesh behind her ear, sending a shiver of pleasure that sent goosebumps coursing through her body. Shuri grasped his hand, silently urging him to continue.

They broke apart drawing a silver thread, panting as Shuri lowered her head, pressing it against his forehead breathlessly. Their hot breaths blend together in sweet desire. Namor gently kissed her shoulder and slowly traced along her neck, leaving his kisses on her skin. Everywhere. His hands gently caressed her curves, touching her restlessly. Everywhere. Namor eagerly unbuttoned Shuri's dress, ripping it open slightly but not removing it entirely as his hands snaked up and gently stroked her waist in circles, releasing her from her soaking-wet undergarments.

Namor wanted to see it. He wanted to see what was underneath the dress. He wanted to see all of Shuri.

Her curves. From her bare shoulders to her collarbone, her rapidly rising and falling chest and her blossomed breast. 

And her beating heart.

And it was true.

It was Shuri, who made the dress look beautiful— Not the other way around.

Shuri remembers how his blazing lips and tongue left a scorned path on her skin, setting her on fire from her ears to her chin, neck, collarbone, chest and winding their way down. Before Shuri could know it, her dress hung loosely on her shivering body, she was completely bare in front of the man who made her ache desperately with just his burning touch.

"I- I… I haven't—" done this before. Shuri said shyly and nervously, completely forgetting that she had seemingly deceived Ch'ah earlier. Not sure if she is doing this right since it's her first time.

"Shhhhh— I haven't—" done this in ages.No. Namor couldn't recall if he had done this with anyone before. He couldn't imagine doing this with any woman but Shuri, "We'll go slow, don't worry…" he coos to soothe her nervousness.

"Okay…" Shuri wiped away his sweat, gently pressing a kiss to his temple, and asked a bit worriedly, "Will you be okay staying out of the water for so long?" she asked with concern, gently raked back his wet hair and placed a tender kiss on his brow softly.

"What made you think I can't stay outside the water for too long?" Namor teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He is the only one in his people who can live and breathe the air of both worlds.

Shuri was puzzled by his response, she said with hesitation, "...Because…you've never…come out of the water...?"

Namor chuckled with amusement, looking at a confused little Shuri furrowing her brows adorably, he stood taller, towering over her more as she stared at him as his upper body completely out of the water, while his lower disappeared beneath the waterline, leaving only his tantalizing waistline and…

"Have you forgotten who saved you from nearly drowning and brought you back to shore?" Namor murmured as he inched closer and closer to Shuri's face. She scrunched her nose adorably. He can't help but softly nuzzle their noses together again and again, giving her time as Shuri was clearly trying to recall that day.

Shuri thinks hard and vaguely remembers he was there when she was coughing her heart out on the shore, holding her and calling for her. She blinked and countered, "...Well, okay… I thought you were like the Little Mermaid. Needing the water to have legs, and then you had to trade your voice for legs so you could come ashore…" 

Shuri babbled and realized the movie night earlier had somehow sealed into her mind. She chuckles and figures Ch'ah probably doesn't know what Little Mermaid is as she finds his earnest but seemingly puzzled expression incredibly adorable.

Namor listened to her seriously and doesn't have a clue what Shuri is saying, but—

"Shuri, I don't need to trade anything to love you, and neither do you."

At this very moment, Shuri couldn't help but find this man somewhat breathtaking.

She couldn't contain the smile that was spreading across her lips, her eyes filled with delight and awe as she looked at him. Clearly, his sudden confession had made her feel like a young girl experiencing her first blossoming of love. "Alright, no need for anything in exchange..." she chuckled softly.

"So… what did the mermaid come ashore for?" Namor already guessed the answer but still wants to hear it from Shuri herself.

"Hmmm… because she fell in love with a prince? Oh wait, she actually wanted to be a human first, and live on land, if I'm remembering correctly…" She couldn't think straight when Ch'ah was looking at her like that.

The mermaids in fairy tales seduced sailors into the water with their deadly beauty and enchanting voice…

While he lured with his gaze and touch. Shuri swallowed nervously, feeling a sense of anticipation, waiting to hear what Ch'ah would say next.

"So, I assume the mermaid ends up with the prince?" 

Like how I dreamed of being with you, together, in this life?

"Yes~ Happily ever after? Since it's a kid show… but I remember the real fairy tale was far from a happy ending…" 

Not all stories end with a happy ending. But people will always hope for one.

Hope. It is the most human part of us.

"If that's the case, I might "trade" something just to be with you—" Namor teases. He might as well if it comes to Shuri.

"You just said you don't need to trade anything!" Shuri mocks him playfully.

"Can't help it when it's you, maybe we could " exchange " instead of trade..." Namor leans down and kisses her, so softly, and lets his hands do the "talking."

Shuri felt his large hand touch her ankle, gradually inching higher to move along her legs to her thighs as Ch'ah hiked her dress up. Her face grew hot under his gaze while his hand exploring beneath her dress grew bolder.

Namor gently kneaded her with a consistent pressure that nearly drove Shuri to the edge. His fingers gradually came to the soft spot between her legs. Sensing the hot and dampness between his fingers, Namor smiled softly with affection. Seizing her momentary daze, he delved deeper. Shuri trembled all over and clenched his fingers needily, her small hands grasping his arm but lacking the strength to push him away.

Her breathing became erratic as his hand moved slowly and quickly the next, exploring her softly and suddenly pressing hard on a sensitive spot, nearly overwhelming Shuri with the blinding sensations, she squirmed helplessly.

Shuri struggled to push him away with his broad shoulders, gasping heavily and whining, "—This is too much, I…"

"Too much?" Namor stared at her with intense heat, cocking his eyebrows slowly.

Too much?But he was just getting started.

"You- you might need more… practice with your fing—!!!" 

Obediently, Namor withdrew his fingers, leaving Shuri astonished. She didn't expect him to actually follow her pleas. Feeling a huge emptiness in her, she tightly closed her legs, disappointment written all over her face. Just as she was about to speak up and make him change his mind, he lowered himself back into the water, pushed her slender legs further apart and delved his tongue into her soaking desire. 

"Ch'ah—!!!"

Loud moans of unbearable pleasure echoed through the vastness of the cave, and Shuri finally realized she shouldn't have teased him!

She felt ashamed and wanted to push him away, but he held her waist tightly, not stopping in his efforts to please her in such a way. Down there, with his mouth—  

As Namor laps his tongue over her clit, he licks, sucks and plays with her wetness. His fingers stroke Shuri's inner thigh, making her shake from the core. 

Shuri's breathing became heavier, her body convulsed, and she moaned uncontrollably. It was too much, she could barely handle it. She tried using her foot to push against his shoulders, hoping to slow him down, but instead, Namor spread her even wider, baring all of her to him. 

Finally, Shuri reached a point of utter bliss, crying out in intense pleasure. Her hands gripped his head tightly and roughly, burying him in her softness, begging him to extinguish her desires.

"Ch'ah, Ch'ah, Ch'ah—" 

Shuri moaned continuously as she called for him, pulling at his hair haphazardly, clasping him tightly between her thighs. Her hips began to move involuntarily, grinding against his face, craving for more. Her moans choked and breaths hitched in between, her legs trembled and tensed in the water, desperately seeking support. She felt herself reaching the brink, unable to hold on much longer.

Namor listened to her moans, feeling himself getting harder and harder as he eats her out. On the verge of exploding. He swallowed greedily and sucked one last time forcefully, arousing her and making her hips buckle, and then Namor stopped and got up to see how Shuri was doing. 

His beloved was completely undone by him, completely letting go and freely enjoying the pleasure he gave her.

Shuri was startled by his sudden departure, and this time she held onto Ch'ah tightly, refusing to let him go. 

Namor, too, completely emerged from the water, tilting his head to kiss her soothingly, letting Shuri taste her own in his mouth before lifting her up while kneeling. He glanced around, seeking a relatively smooth spot, and gently set her down on the uneven damp ground, hoping her dress would provide some cushioning for her discomfort later.

He ripped away the front of her dress, tenderly kissing her eyebrows and eyes welling up with tears, comforting her as Shuri continued to sob and cling to him desperately, calling out his name, and driving Namor to the brink of madness.

"Ch'ah-" Shuri whimpered, "please, please—" Cupping his face and kissing him senselessly, her hand guides his back to her tight and wet clit, pleading with him to continue what he did earlier.

"Shuri, Shuri—" Namor chants, and kisses her then, softly, with all the love he never knew he had. 

With all the love he had grown for her all these years.

"I want you, Shuri—" he confesses,

I will love you, more and more, each and every day.

"I just want to be yours," he prays.

I will love you, for an eternity.

In a gentle descent, a single tear graced Shuri's cheek.

"I'm the one who wants to love you more—" he declares.

I will love you, even after you are gone. 

Shuri listened to Ch'ah's resolute declaration with a mix of incredulity and self-assuredness, a smile playing on her face as she gazed at his childlike proclamation, her eyes filled with endearment.

Well then, I'll let you take that— Shuri surrendered it all to him, smiling with a gentleness that warmed his soul.

At that moment, Namor watched as Shuri's eyes sparkled with affectionate adoration as she willingly surrendered, allowing him to claim his rightful place as she gracefully embraced his reign.

And then, with an unexpected turn, Namor softly spoke,

"Let me be the one to love you more." Namor pleads. His forehead pressed against hers, touching in a gentle embrace, his words flowing like a tender river, a soothing melody that resonated with affection, his voice carrying the weight of tenderness, and his eyes cherishing Shuri with unwavering devotion and preciousness.

As Shuri's eyes locked with his, a reflection of the myriad feelings that engulfed her.

"I'm yours—" Shuri whispered her promise to him softly.

"I'm yours now." One after another, like a gentle breeze carrying her heartfelt vows.

"I'm yours forever." She breathes out her solemn vows, each word a delicate melody that blooms in the air.

"I am yours. Ch'ah Toh Almehen." And you are mine. With every syllable, Shuri softly murmurs her unwavering promises, like echoes of love, resonating in the depths of their souls together.

"I will love you as long as I breathe, Shuri—" I will love you, until my last breath.

"Now, there's still a chance for you to escape…" To flee from the flames. But Namor, consumed by the fire, desires nothing more than to be with her.

To be bound together for eternity, never to be apart.

"I don't believe you would let me go," Shuri whispered softly, her body slightly arching as she gently kissed the corner of his lips, her breath mingling with her words.

"No. I won't." Ever let you go. He assured her.

Namor restrained the intense urge within him to ravish her, his breaths hot and heaving. As he lowered his body, bare and pressed against hers, Shuri suddenly widened her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the burning sensation.

His hands roamed all over her, cherishing every inch of her being. Kissing every inch of her skin devotedly. Shuri undresses under his scorching touch. Never before had she felt so real that he was hers, and she was his truly, belonging to each other and surrendering themselves completely.

As Namor wrapped Shuri tightly against himself, she trembled so intensely that her breath hitched. Gasping for breath helplessly as their desire burns together.

"Shuri, look at me—" she looks and—

As if Shuri could distinctly hear the sound of her soul shattering and blending with his when he slowly entered her inch by inch, and at that moment, their bodies melted and reforged together. As one.

She felt him stretching her taut softness, the surging desire leaving her unsure of how to react. Powerless, as he spread her open, Shuri rose and kissed him fiercely, making him feel her near-breaking pleasure and anguish. Her lips devoutly pressed against his while her tears of pleasure and pain scorched his face.

"It…hurts…Ch'ah— I can't brea… hurts—" Shuri whimpered, trapped in pleasure while convulsed in pain, her cries and sobs echoing in Namor's ear. Her hands fiercely gripped his shoulders, alternating between pushing him away and clutching him tightly. Desperately, she tugged at his hair and clawed at his back, igniting a wildfire within him, unleashing her chaotic desires upon his body.

Namor groans and holds her tightly, both experiencing a soul-consuming pleasure as her tight walls wrapped him in wet heat. Upon hearing her sobbing, he dared not move recklessly, restraining with all his poorly remaining strength left, giving her time to adjust. 

"Shuri, In yakunaj, breathe— k'i'inan desaparecerá," The pain will go away . Namor looked at Shuri beneath him, gasping, writhing and unable to control herself. 

"Relax, Shuri— You are doing great, such a good girl— such a good girl for me…" He purred and Shuri trembled in want just by hearing his husky voice. Namor kissed her gently and comforted her, easing the tension in her body. The veins on his forehead and arms strained as he pressed her down, preventing her from any wild movements. He continuously kissed her softly, soothing her anxieties and fears. Murmuring sweet things in her ears while he breathes in her neck slowly, nibbling on her ears incessantly when her insides squeezed hard at him, he moans into her ears with ecstasy, letting Shuri know how good she makes him feel.

He guides her legs to wrap tightly around his waist, seeking a secure hold as she unintentionally pushes him deeper. The two shook violently, embracing each other fiercely in a moment of soulful union, never to be separated again. 

Shuri gazed at him, witnessing his enduring struggle, and finally, when the pain subsided, she kissed his forehead, granting him the freedom to move. Namor thrust slowly and deliberately, both savouring the blissful connection they shared intimately.

Namor lowered his head, pressing his lips firmly against her swollen lips, sucking all of Shuri's moans into his own mouth, his hands firmly gripping her slender waist as he thrust faster and more fiercely. 

The pleasure and desire he brought to her consumed her entirely. Shuri's hips rock in a sinful rhythm with his thrusts, merging with him as they soared together through the clouds.

The deadly pleasure sensation surged through her body, wave after wave, until it engulfed her completely. Shuri sobbed and pushed against him, crying out in pleasure as she digs her fingers into his back, and arches her back fully as they snap their hips together relentlessly. Namor pulled out and thrust into her deeply, losing control as Shuri's mewled cries only set him off into a frenzied pursuit as he pounds into her senselessly. 

"Shuri, Shuri, Shuri—"

Namor growls as he ruts into Shuri hungrily, her pleasured moans and breathless cries echoing in the cave as an arousing siren melody in Namor's ears.

"Ch'ah, I—" Shuri's breathing choked in her throat as Namor gives a last few intense thrusts, they both trembled violently when an electrifying pleasure shook through their cores, as together, Namor and Shuri dissolved into a hot mess of pleasure, they came hard for each other and completely collapsed in each other's embrace. Blood roared in their ears as Namor's whole body tensed and arched tightly, spilling his seed that filled Shuri plumply, and gradually leaking through their sex. His scorching heat made her hug him tightly and whimpered in his ear and wheezed, feeling the wild orgasm he caused her.

Namor envelops Shuri preciously, kissing all over her face as he finally comes back from his senses. Shuri lay back with a contented heart, body, soul and mind. As she indulges in his kisses, relishing the weight of his body pressing against her, a sense of security and comfort. Namor propped himself up slightly and slid out, leaving her with a sob, feeling the emptiness without him inside of her. Her core was moist and aflame, her cheeks burning as she still felt herself wet with desire. 

"...I felt like I had died and came back to life…." Her words slipped out unintentionally, eliciting joyful and light laughter from Ch'ah, filling the cave with his delighted chuckles that stirred her miserably. Shuri's heart flutters with euphoria upon hearing his carefree and joyful laughter, having butterflies in her stomach, and a fire pooling low in her abdomen, she still wants him.

"You love it, don't you?" Namor teased her hard while Shuri smacks him hard in embarrassment. He nips on her flushed cheeks playfully, snuggling with her, 

It was as if their souls had recognized each other from the depths of time. Their laughter mingled, a joyful melody that echoed through their beings, resonating with the sheer happiness of their union.

In this realization, their hearts soared. It was a meeting beyond chance, fate had brought them together. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, intertwined in a cocoon of affection and understanding. 

Relishing in the shared bond that made everything else pale in comparison. It was a moment of pure bliss, where time ceased to exist, and they found purpose in each other's presence.

With every breath, they drew closer, their foreheads still touching, their eyes locked in a dance of affection and recognition. They exchanged unspoken promises, silently vowing to cherish and protect what they had found in each other.

"It's always been you," Namor repeated softly, his voice filled with wonder and gratitude. At that moment, Shuri knew that their paths had crossed for a reason , and they were determined to embrace the journey ahead, hand in hand.

As they basked in the joy of their union, their hearts swelled with love and anticipation. Together, they would navigate the twists and turns of life, knowing that they had found something extraordinary in each other.

And so, their foreheads still pressed together, their smiles radiating with a newfound sense of belonging. In the embrace of that shared breath and the unspoken words, they embarked on a beautiful and transformative journey, forever grateful to have found each other.

Namor held her hand in his, kissing her inner wrist softly, tracing along the lines of her palm, up to her bracelet.

"I seriously suspect you of being some kind of magical creature or elf that lives underwater instead of trees. Come on—" Shuri giggles while his kisses tickle her, she brushes her fingers through his dark strands, massaging his scalp soothingly, while the friction of her thighs against his hardness makes her light-headed and aroused, tightening her walls needily. And he smirked knowingly at her, Shuri clicked her tongue and sucked the skin on his neck, leaving marks over him. 

"—Tell me, what kind of spell did you cast on this bracelet?" Shuri jokingly remarked. Her eyes shimmered with lust.

You made me keep coming for you, drive me crazy for you, captivate me, and make me lose myself. She only wants him to love her fiercely. Shuri wants him to fuck her until the only thing she could was scream his name all night long—

Namor looked at her, an amused smirk on his lips and said, "I thought it was you who cast a spell on me." He affectionately rubbed back against her, letting her know she was not alone. He was worried it might be too much for Shuri, but she took him so well, he was filled with pride.

"I'm afraid… if it might scare you away—" He looked at her, a playful glint in his eyes. Shuri chuckled, "I think it's too late to be afraid anymore after what we did," she looked at him with a mischievous spark in her eyes, Namor's eyes softened with love, "Besides… you'll find that I'm not that easily scared away." 

"I knew it the moment I saw you sitting in the river alone—" Namor grinned, "You ran when you saw me…" he chuckled, he bit her fingers, sucking on them lightly, "And you came back… asking who I am…" And Namor slides back into her warmth and wet cunt.

"And you are always on my mind since then." No. Way before then, it was the moment he heard her voice in his head. Shuri rasped in pleasure and immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, engulfed in wet heat. 

Namor sets the pace slow and torturous, their hips rocking together as he splayed Shuri across the ground, admiring her with the afterglow of their sex.

"My heart is yours, I could hardly call it my own." And not even after just a while, she was already so wet, so ready for him. He plunged deep into her, buried himself inside of her to the brink, she moaned and he groaned pleasantly.

"Two halves of a soul. My soul belongs to you, Shuri."  The wet noises squelched in Shuri's ears as he slid in and out of her heavily. She shyly buried her face in his chest, sobbing as she welcomed his slow but hard thrusts. And her heart swelled with his confession.

Namor hums in pleasure as he loves Shuri all over her body. Sweat dripped off him onto her, covered in slick. Her body fit right in his hands, "Shuri, my Shuri— look… your body fits right with mine. Fits. Just. Right—" He intentionally teased her, forcefully thrusting hard against her sensitive spot, "Yes! Yes—" causing her to squirm and cry out in pleasure loudly, spreading her own legs even wider for him.

"Can you feel me? Look what you do to me, Shuri. Ungh, I will never get enough of this with you—" Shuri could only respond with intermittent moans, feeling every bit of him as she clenched around him hungrily, his enormous and scorching presence pulsating inside her, consuming her entirely.

"You are like a drug to me," he pants. "I can't control myself anymore, I can't stop myself from kissing you— You are without a doubt my other half." Then Namor abruptly pulled out, causing Shuri to anxiously cling to him. He pressed her down onto the ground, her desperation evident with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I want to wrap you in my arms as you call me like a siren—" He leaned down, comforting her with kisses gently, and then lifted her legs onto his shoulders without waiting for her response, Namor thrust into her with force and bending her over like blades of grass. Shuri's pleasured screams were muffled by his mouth, leaving only the sound of her whimpering like a trapped beast.

"I want to bite all over your skin and mark you mine—" You are mine. Namor breathed heavily as he withdrew slightly, arching his head and then plunging even deeper. It's not enough. Namor gripped both her slender ankles and spread her tensed legs apart, pounding into her possessively as all he could think and do was to make love to her violently. Shuri breaks under the mind-blowing pleasure he bestowed upon her, the new angle sends her to a new height of pleasure, and she takes all of it recklessly—

"I want you to show my mouth your favourite place—" Namor firmly controlled the rhythm and intensity, watching obsessively as she surrendered under his intense love-making to her. Hearing her call him "Ch'ah" like a plea, her vulnerability enticing and captivating. In this dominant union, he finally lost control of the rhythm and his force became uncontrollable. 

"—Until I make you scream, until you forget your own name, so that you remember all of this when you’re not with me." Shuri lost herself amidst his wild and enduring possession. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face, unable to be contained as Shuri writhed uncontrollably. Finally, blinding flashes of light danced before her eyes as her cries trembled and shattered completely.

She was consumed by intense emotions, eventually descending like a feather, gently falling into his embrace, and finding a home within his heart. There was no escaping anymore.

Namor sighed contentedly, leaning down to tightly embrace her, kissing the tear-stained cheeks tenderly, and softly asking if she was alright. "Shuri… are you alright?" 

Shuri felt like she had truly died this time. She lay weakly on the ground, feeling the soreness and slight pain from the rough surface against her back. Her legs were powerless, sore, and weak, yet under the continuous effect of his kisses, the pain seemed to gradually fade away.

"...It wasn't the bracelet… it was you…" Shuri slightly recovered and mustered the strength to joke with him again.

And she watched Ch'ah beams like the sun itself. His eyes twinkle in the dark, filled with love and adoration of her. Shuri agreed with his words from the bottom of her heart. She will never get enough of him either.

They remained intertwined, unwilling to part from each other's warm embrace. Namor held Shuri tightly and then lay down on his side, nestling affectionately in her arms as he cradled her, breathing in her scent that mingled with his own. 

He grasped her wrist and kissed the back of her hand preciously, then softly murmured, 

"It was my mother's." 

He watches as Shuri's eyes blow wide at his words. Stunned and don't know what to say at all.

Namor stared at the mural behind her, his eyes filled with longing for his mother. He missed her. And he redirected his soft gaze back to Shuri, his eyes immediately filled with infinite tenderness and affection.

Love.

—Is this what love is, mother? He asked.

And Shuri, seeing the glistening tears in his eyes, felt an overwhelming sense of compassion, curious as to why his mother was no longer with him. She kissed his brows and eyes softly, silently comforting him, letting him know that she was here now, and he was no longer alone.

She looked at the melancholy hidden deep in Ch'ah eyes, feeling a surge of heartache. 

"From today onwards, you're not alone anymore," Shuri voiced out suddenly, as if soothing a child on the verge of tears from missing his mother. She didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if her own mother wasn't with her anymore.  

She looked at the melancholy hidden deep in his eyes, feeling a surge of heartache. All she hoped for was—

"...Was she peaceful when she passed away?" Shuri asked carefully, holding onto his hands tightly, giving him comfort. 

Namor looked at her with a touch of sadness in his eyes, unable to bring himself to tell her the crueltruth. He nodded gently and leaned in to kiss away the dampness in Shuri's eyes that she was unaware of.

The truth is always cruel. The world isn't filled with so much beauty, and everyone lives in despair. But this time, he seemed to glimpse a ray of hope.

"...I buried her in the soil of her homeland. It's not far from here…"

He caressed her cheek, his fingertips gently tracing her eyebrows and outlining her features, his thumb affectionately scratching her nose. Shuri smiles.

"...Then, will you take me to meet her in the future?" she softly said. 

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Namor was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses. 

"Je'el," he replied. "Yes." Namor smiles, agreeing to Shuri's request. The warmth overflowing from his heart to his entire being, whenever he thinks of her mother, it will no longer be only the sense of sadness and grief anymore. This time, he felt happy . It was all thanks to her. He can't wait to tell mother about Shuri.

The mutual understanding of their hearts made them incredibly moved.

As Namor and Shuri gazed at each other with smiles that reflected their mutual affection. Shuri pondered for a moment, wondering how Mother and Brother would react when they found out she had a boyfriend . They had always been urging her to find someone. Well… even though he was slightly older than her, she was more than satisfied . 

Namor looked at her, unable to comprehend what Shuri was thinking, but her adorable silly smile melted his heart nevertheless.

"Payalchi' ta wo'olal, Shuri—" I pray for you, Shuri. He asked Chaac, and he prayed—

For her well-being. For her happiness.

For her health. For her strength.

For her protection. For her guidance.

For her fulfillment in life. For her love.

For our love. For our future.

"Yéetel a a ofrecido ti'," And you have offered yourself to me,

" Teene' yaan in ts'áik ti' in kuxtal entera u k'eexpajal—" Namor vows.

I will give my whole life in return.

"Yuumbo'otik existir." Thank you for existing. Namor kissed her forehead like a devoted prayer. Shuri lowered her head obediently.

"Yuumbo'otik yaantal kuxa'an." Thank you for being alive. Namor kissed her left cheek like a bashful young lad experiencing the first stirrings of love. Shuri holds back the urge to kiss him on the cheek the same way as a little girl.

"Yuumbo'otik k'aam in." Thank you for accepting me. Namor kissed her right cheek with the restraint of someone who had been admiring her from a distance, from afar for a long time, yet still maintaining a sense of decorum. Shuri gladly lets him, receiving it with pride.

"Yuumbo'otik sa'asik in." Thank you for forgiving me. Namor kissed her nose like a young fox finally showing affection to its mate for the first time, unable to resist as Shuri playfully rubbed their noses together. 

"Yuumbo'otik yáakunaj teen." Thank you for loving me. Namor kissed her on the lips softly, a secret love language that only they could understand. Shuri reciprocates with the same tenderness. Like the meeting of two souls destined to intertwine. 

"Yaan in yakumech tuláakal le k'iino'obo'."

I will always love you. Namor murmured on her lips, gazing into her eyes. Shuri's eyes ignited a fire that could rival the brightest stars in the night sky.

"U Mantats' a jump'éel Chen séen puksi'ik'al ku brille yéetel irradie páajtal jump'éel way yóok'ol j kalbach."

May you always have a pure heart that shines and radiates even in a cruel world.

They kissed like it was the end of the time. And they were reborn in another world, with just the two of them. As if they were two lost souls finally coming home. 

Namor sealed his hopes onto her lips, he kissed her as a man to his woman. He kissed Shuri like a husband kissing his wife.

In that single kiss, he offered all his wishes, hoping to meet her again in the next life, as two souls entwined, as husband and wife.

But now, he will love her with his truest self, without holding back and giving everything he could, giving her all the love he can in this lifetime.

"I don't know… what are you saying…" Shuri pouts and whines with protest as she couldn't understand a thing he said, but she knows he is whispering sweet nothings to her secretly, yet keeping her from understanding!

"You already know what I'm saying…" Namor smiled with pride. And Shuri does know. She understands all of them from his eyes. 

"No, I don't." She deliberately sang a different tune from him like a child. Grinning like a spoiled child.

"Then let me show you." 

Namor kissed her, oh so gently. Then he rolled her over, and instantly pressed Shuri beneath him, their longing for each other simply unquenchable.

"An insatiable man," Shuri laughed freely. And Namor lifted his hips, oh so slightly, thrusting himself deep, making her feel him. In an instant, Shuri was pulled back into the vortex of desire, but this time, she resisted.

"Always wanting more," She rubbed against his lips, taking advantage of the situation as she opened her legs, slowly swaying her hips as he was stuffing her deep and hard. Shuri arched her back while she squeezed hard at him teasingly.

Slowly, she kissed him and whispered, "Greedy—" accusing him. Namor smiled and remained silent, letting her ignite the fire within him as they rubbed against each other. 

Shuri strokes his back in circles, tracing the outline of his stupid broad shoulder and kiss on it seductively, she wraps her arms around his neck, softly exhaling in his ears and dares,

"Harder."

Namor's eyes darkened. He followed her words and decided to make Shuri regret it. He thrust fiercely, nearly pinning her into the ground and cornering her against the wall. Shuri choked out a surprised moan and quickly voiced, "Not that hard, genius!"

"I thought you said harder." And Shuri watches Ch'ah dare to pout at her after what he did! She refused to give in!

She resisted and proceeded to knead his sensitive ears with one hand and teasingly rubbed her ankle against his winged ankles causing Namor to tremble suddenly. Then, Shuri lightly propped herself up and whimpered seductive moans into his ear, intentionally breaking them into broken fragments as she tells him—

"I'm so full— Ch'ah! Umph, look- look how you fill me up, ah— " Then, Shuri felt him becoming even hotter, harder, and pulsating more intensely inside her. She was both scared and excited, twisting her hips uncontrollably, arching her back high, allowing him to bury himself deep within her tight softness, moving up and down, greedily seeking friction and indulging in each other's desires.

Namor watched Shuri surrender completely to the pleasure he was giving her, and suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. Jealousy of the man who had once had her, jealousy of the way she is now had been seen before, and jealousy of why others had encountered her sooner while he was late when he had searched for her for so, so long. That doesn't seem fair—

"Bet it doesn't feel like this with that boy of yours, does it?" Namor expressed with a hint of jealousy, tightly interlocking their fingers while he pinned her down on the ground and took his time slowly, wanting to possess all of her. From now on, Shuri belonged to him entirely.

"...What boy?...Oh~ that- just a boy—" Who's the boy anyway??? Shuri intertwined their hands while she replied nonchalantly, she was already so fucked thoroughly by him that she couldn't even think straight.

"Is his cock this big?" Namor became more and more jealous, more and more insane for her, wondering what kind of man could have made Shuri surrender herself like this? Does she still love him? Then what is he to her? Well, most likely they must have broken up. Namor swore he would find that man and kill him.Shuri doesn't need to know. The baby can stay, he's her child after all, and he will treat him as his own.

Shuri blushed hard at his words and tightened her walls around him needily, she wouldn't know since this is the first time she sleeps with someone— and came to her senses immediately, understanding Ch'ah's sudden and explicit burst out. —Should she confess to him that Toussaint was not hers but her nephew? Shuri looked into his jealous eyes and couldn't resist the urge to...

"Hm… let me try to… recall and—!!!" And Shuri regrets her decision again and again, never learning from the same mistake as Ch'ah starts pounding the shit out of her wildly until she cries out in pleasure and screams out the truth, "No!- No! Unghhh, ah- Ch'ah, no boy! Just you! I- I just feel you—" Shuri arched her back for Bast know how many times. The intense sore-tingling tension that radiated from her wet cunt made her instinctively want to clench her legs but her body acted otherwise, his thick desire pulsing wildly inside her and she involuntarily spread herself wider and wider to let Ch'ah slams himself entirely into her…

FUCK! Shuri never knew fucking can be this intense… And the intense pleasure made her squeeze onto him crazily, she wanted to claw his back but he held her down with all his weight while drilling the shit out of her. His hips grind aggressively but Namor kisses her softly on the lips, the intense sense of contrast of what he's doing to her drives her mad. Shuri moans and heaves while Namor watches her all flushed again, coated in a thick sheen of sweat and the slick sounds of their hips snapping together brought him insane satisfaction. He groans and swallows hard, eyes rolling back at the intense ecstasy. She will not remember anyone else after him. There will be no one for her but him.

The scorching and sultry cave heightened Shuri's senses. She feels trapped between the walls and only the man on top of her. Shuri could feel herself falling apart… And pieced back together when he—

"Ch'ah…" She moans his name and keeps begging for him desperately as she drowns in pleasure. Namor instantly loses control, his pace quickens up at an inhuman speed…

"Shuri! Shu—'' And the next moment Namor's vision faded to blinding white and all sounds cut to white noises that drum in his ears furiously, he jerks hard while moaning Shuri's name that burns on his tongue and a few curse words in his mother tongue. His cum floods her while Shuri knows she will feel every heavy throb of him for the rest of the day, weeks, months—

Both breathless and heart-stuttering, Namor cradled Shuri into his arms tightly, filling and coating every inch of her with his heat. Shuri breathes shakily under him, whimpering and mewling contentedly.

And it wasn't enough. It will never be enough. They are addicted to each other and lust for more. MORE, MORE, MORE— It was burning flames and paradise.

"How—" Shuri voiced out in bewilderment. She could feel him getting aroused again just by holding her closely in his arms, Namor breathed heavily, unable to contain his desire for her, he felt so embarrassed but astonished at the same time. No one has ever rendered him to a state like this, but it was Shuri. And everything makes sense. Because it was her. "Shuri…" he cooed, "For your own sake… don't move—" he warned her.

Shuri obediently held onto him, not daring to move erratically. However, soon enough, she couldn't help but start moving on her own. The suppressed moans escaped her lips, causing him to growl deeply in response. Namor looked at her in disbelief, witnessing her embarrassed expression that didn't know where to hide. Gradually, Namor's gaze softened, filled with love and tenderness. He affectionately kissed Shuri's lips and told himself that this would be the last, otherwise, Shuri might have trouble walking properly for weeks.

"Breathe, Shuri," Namor purred while he licked her lips like a cat, he felt her walls clench him needily. Burning heat as desire takes over them again and again. Shuri's eyes sparkled with embarrassment as she still hadn't learned to breathe while kissing, she pouted and complained, "I can't breathe if you keep kissing me, you idiot…" and he chuckled joyously, rubbing their cheeks together affectionately.

And Shuri can't take it anymore. She whispered in embarrassment…

"My back… hurts…" she blurted out. Thinking if she should tell Ch'ah to strip her off her dress and gather it to cushion under her waist so she could—

Then, there was a complete upheaval as they changed positions. Namor held her up from the ground and let Shuri straddle him while he gazed up at her, he asked worriedly, "Is it better now?" He comfortingly caressed her back. 

However, Shuri's immediate reaction was to choke on her saliva and shyly exclaimed, "...Noooo—!! This position is too intense!!!" Too exciting!! She will die from this!! This new position allows him to go even deeper than before, pushing her limits. 

Shuri found it hard to breathe, she couldn't hold herself up and desperately placed her hands on Ch'ah's shoulders for support, wanting to escape and lift herself up, but her legs felt weak and her insides still wrapped tightly around him, not letting him go. As she tried to rise, she felt powerless and sat back down, ending up causing both of them to moan in unison, she seek for his help pleadingly, "I can't breathe, I can't—" she frantically pulled at his hair, pressing her forehead to his while breathing raggedly.

"Shhhh, Shuri, it's alright, hang on—" Namor immediately lifted her up with his arms, sliding out difficultly as she whimpered at the wet squelch when he pulled out with force. Ch'ah sets her down on his lap gently, hugging her securely to let her know she's alright now.

"Better?" He soothingly kisses her temple. "Hmmm…" she slowly relaxed in his embrace, although unable to ignore the hot throb that was rubbing against her inner thighs, she curiously took a peek…

And immediately hides her already burning red face back in his neck embarrassingly, clutching to him needily as Shuri can't believe her eyes at how big he is and how she manages to take up all of him… 

Namor watched her every movement quietly, and when she glanced down at him with a startled expression, he couldn't help but find it amusing. Namor's chest trembled while suppressing his laughter, which irritated Shuri, and she made a strangled noise and pinched his arm. He quickly tried to change the subject, making her feel less embarrassed…

"...Are you still cold?" he asked kindly.

"Shut up," she demanded.

And Namor burst into laughter historically. Shuri doesn't know how she hates him and loves him at the same time. She gives up while leaning on his shoulder, chuckling secretly as his smug laughter trembles from his chest to hers, making Shuri roll her eyes fondly.

She loves hearing him laugh already so, "Now my knee hurts…" she jokes after kneeling for not more than a few minutes.

And he continued to grin like a shark, "Anything else you want to complain about? You are such a baby—" My baby.  

"You are not the one being penetrat—" Shuri shuts her mouth before she says something explicit.

She makes a U-turn, "Excuse me, I'm 27, am already an adult and a grown woman— You all have to stop seeing me as a child!"

"Hmm, you know what? I never did—" he kissed her softly. As the years passed by, Namor listened to her voice transform from the innocent and childish tones of a young child to the cheerful and mature, with a hint of slight composure, the gentle yet humorous voice of adulthood. His love for her had long been concealed, taking deep roots and growing into a garden of flowers. Finally, by the time Namor found Shuri and lay eyes on her, his love for her had already become a towering tree that reached the sky.

"You are a woman now." Namor leaned up close to her reddened ear, breathing hotly as he whispered. His hand had already slid down from caressing her back to kneading her breast softly, showering her with tender affection. Mischievously, he kept sucking on her earlobe, causing Shuri to shiver with delight, and she raised her hand to join him in kneading as they continuously rubbed against each other, unable to resist the escalating desire.

Namor continued to suck, bite and lick his way down from Shuri's ears to her neck, sucking on her skin, down to licking teasingly at her pretty collarbones and biting her flushed shoulders sweetly. While he kneads her delicate breasts, scratching his thumb over her nipples and earns himself a mad-tight grip, nails digging into his shoulder desperately.

Shuri pants hard beside his ears while looking down, staring intensely as she watches how they rubbed against each other, his leaking erection pressed hot at her wet and slick entrance, dreaming to be united. She stared and stared, she started to move on her own, her mind imagining how his cock would stretch her open and filled her fully. So hard and strong thrusts—

She bites back a moan, her whole body singing and flushed, Shuri's eyes red-rimmed with tears of pleasure just by thinking at their blissful connection. 

"I thought you were shy~?" Until this man decides to drag her out of her delusion.

She was, at first… But no wonder people are addicted to sex— Shuri understands it now. It was paradise. It was heaven. "No wonder people say sex is an addiction…" And fucking is a pleasure.

And Namor sucks on her breast while his fingers pressed and massaged her clit, making her lust for him. Shuri's toes curl and arched her back needily to press herself close to him. She opened her mouth and moaned silently, moving up and down on his lap. Squeezing him between her thighs and nipping on his reddened ears, "Ch'ah…" purring to him to fuck her right now.

"Beg me," Namor continued to stroke her swollen clit while grasping Shuri's chin, tilting it down and slamming their mouths together, imitating fucking in Shuri's mouth with his skilled tongue. Shuri squirmed on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. Their saliva, too ignored to be swallowed, flowed down from the corner of their mouth to their chin, dripping down where her soft breast pressed against his broad chest, passion dancing in their fiery hearts.

They broke apart dizzily and out of breath, Namor leaned back where their lips barely touching and breathing the thick arousal in the air, he challenged her,

"Beg me, Shuri," her eyes darkened with lust and a glint of playful rebelliousness at his words. "Beg me or you move yourself—"

"What…" She gaped at him in disbelief, "You can do it, I know you can—"

And that was all the encouragement Shuri needed.

She lifted herself up with the help of his shoulder while Namor supported her, holding her waist upright. Shuri lines herself, whimpering as she could feel him pressing against her clit and herself dripping with his cum from earlier on, down her thighs and onto his hips. Shuri shoved her own hand between her legs, she grabbed his cock to massage her cunt needily before she put it in. Shuri distinctly heard Ch'ah's breath hitched and she swallowed hard, she looked down as she sink herself down onto his hot shaft, watching his cock disappear into her body and finally getting seated after a long and torturous process, his desire buried deep down inside of her, at exactly where he should be.

"I'm going… to die… from this position," Shuri started moving when she felt at ease, she leaned at his sweaty forehead, blushing as she stared at him sliding in and out of her as she rode him. 

"Just ride me. You are going to love it," Namor pressed her down deeper— and started moving too. Can't let her have all the fun, can he?

"Shut up-" Shuri moans as she shakes with intense desire, she leaned down to kiss him while she bounces on his lap, getting used to their frantic rhythm.

And Namor never allows anyone to tell him to shut up. Unless it was his beloved who was riding on his cock senselessly. Still, he couldn't shut up on how breathtaking Shuri was on top of him— her eyes shut closed because of pleasure, her bouncing breast captivating, her slender waist and hips swayed in a sinful rhythm, her thighs tensed with its muscles, working so hard to snap her hips up and down at his desire, Namor watches himself slides in and out of her swollen flesh. His breath became rapid, and his eyes started to turn red, he lusted for her as he pulled her hips down harder.

"You are so tight, Shuri, Hmmm—" he hums in pleasure, and Shuri took pride in pleasuring him like this, "Look how good you take all of me, such a good girl for me—" he purred and Shuri moaned in ecstasy as she grinds on top of him faster and faster, "Yes! Yes- I'm a good girl- your good girl—" 

As her movements got more frantic and more frenzy, Shuri pushed him to lay down on the ground, splaying her hands across his rapidly rising and falling chest as she focused on grinding herself on his cock hungrily, chasing her own pleasure restlessly.

"Take your pleasure. Use me all you want." He breathed.

And Shuri went all out on riding him for pleasure. She arched her back, burying him as deep as she could, and she cried out in euphoria when he started pounding into her from underneath.

Shuri bit her lips and opened her mouth but the only word to come out was "Fuck!"

"Harder, Ch'ah, harder— please—!" She throws her head back at the blinding sensation and bending herself low as she spreads her legs, all she wants was her cunt to be fucked so good by him until it twitches, tenses, tightens, sored and soaking wet.

And all Namor could do was groan animalistically, pants, throwing his head back hard while Shuri rides him recklessly, he pounds into her from underneath harshly, hands gripping onto her hips until he is sure it leaves bruising marks. Their pounding hips were the only thing that kept him alive. Shuri slams down her hips one last time and Namor's brains short-circuited, seeing stars instantly as he cums all over her. Shuri forced herself to open her eyes, watching the man she loves cum was a whole different type of arousal as they moaned loudly together. Shuri felt the scorching heat coating her walls and collapsed on top of him shortly after, heaving and sweating heavily, realizing—

This position might be her most favourite position for a long, long time.

"...Fuck…" Shuri breathed out. This is probably the wildest thing she's ever done.

"Fuck." Namor repeated after her. He doesn't know what it means, but the way Shuri said it was so hot.

They are a slippery and slick hot mess. And Namor needs water. After Shuri rides him like no tomorrow. He feels like he might be dehydrated and die soon if he doesn't.

"Water…" He grunted slowly, and Shuri immediately got herself up slightly, checking on him worriedly, "Ch'ah? You okay? Yo, my merman with winged ankles— hang on, Ch'ah, get in the wa—" she tried to lift herself up and let him get back into the water. But he doesn't want to let her go…

So Namor rolled himself into the water, taking Shuri with him in his arms as they splashed into the water together. He covered her mouth tight just in time to prevent her from choking underwater and Shuri's yelp disappeared along with the sound of the splashing water. As the water's surface started to slowly recover from its ripples— 

Namor breaks through the water surface abruptly, with a drenched and shivering Shuri hanging on his shoulder while she coughs out water, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly, dumbstruck…

"Fuck! You savage—!!!!" Shuri flabbergasted.

Namor smirked like a devil, "We are not savages, Shuri…" while he swam them back to the side, circling Shuri in his arms protectively.

"You should have given me a heads up! ...And you fuck like one—!" Shuri wiped away the water from her face, incredulous as Ch'ah just rolled her into the water with him!

"Is that so?" Hmm, he has never been with anyone before, so he wouldn't know.

By the way, "What does this fuck means?" He directed her attention away, shifting the topic smoothly.

"It means! ...Fuck! …How do I say this?? …So, sometimes it is used as an expression of oh shit, but in a more intense way, wait, no, I mean—" Namor looked at Shuri with adoration as she started explaining to him just like that, leaning on the rocks and wrapping her arms around his shoulders like they were having a stroll in the water… 

"It's an expression of strong emotions like "I'm fucking tired now!" is one, or "What the fuck?!" like how you just tossed us into the water just now without saying anything—!!" Shuri exclaimed incredulously and found Ch'ah looking at her with all the adoration and amusement on his face, grinning and nodding along her explanation like a good boy.

"And "You're a fucking idiot!" just now is one too, so it can be an exclamation or an offensive insult, it depends on the context and how you used it~ and the last one is fuck actually means to have sexual intercourse with someone. The end." Shuri finished her ramble and looked at him with anticipation.

Giving him a "Care to demonstrate a bit?" look.

…

Namor blinked a few times, and clicked his tongue determinedly after a few seconds, "I think I got it." He said with confidence.

"Really? Explain to me then." Shuri rubs her eyes tiredly but still smirks at him. Daring him to come up with something—

Namor leaned in and brushed their lips, grazing as he started murmuring on her lips seductively,

"Fuck, you are so wet and tight, Shuri—" 

He cooed and Shuri felt a shiver down her spine violently.

"You are fucking glowing after I fucked you so good, you have no fucking idea how irresistible your moans are and what it fucking do to me, how you fucking screamed my name, begging me to fuck you, Shuri- and I just want to fuck you all night long~ I'll fuck a baby into you and no one will fuck you like I ever do to you umph—"

…

…

…

Shuri covered his mouth tightly before he could continue spatting out fucking shameful remarks! And she could feel Nsmor fucking smile! Under her palm, she lets go and…

"Did I fucking did a great explanation?" Namor asked smugly and grins.

"...YOU KNOW ALL THESE TERMS ALL ALONG—! You fucking liar—!!!" Shuri exclaimed in incredulity, smacking him in disbelief. All her desire calmed down when they splashed into the water and now she's all flushed all over again!!! 

And did he just say he fuck a baby into her?!?!

… He might have already done it at this point!!!

"BULLSHIT." Namor calmly replied, deadpanned and Shuri grunted loudly, regretting teaching him!

"Anything else you want to teach me besides fucking, fucked, fuck?" He asked with interest. And Shuri silenced him with a fucking bruising kiss. Ending him once and for all while Namor kissed her back triumphantly. He's always been a genius at learning languages.

"It's cold—" Shuri complains again, shivering in the water. Not sure was it she was really fucking cold or fucking aroused by his speech.

"Come," and Namor smiled knowingly. Wrapping his arms around Shuri's entire being protectively. She had all the time to ramble and teach him all these. And he had all the time to give her all his attention and listen to her rambling the whole day long. Every time. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. 

"We are mated for life, Shuri." Namor softly whispered against her lips, his eyes sparkling with determination and love. Hoping nothing, or no one could separate them or stand in their way.

No. There will be nothing. He will do whatever he must.

"Pfft…" What 19th century is he living in???" "For us who lived on… 21st century and land, it's called- a one night stand." So fast, she had something new to teach him!

"One night stand?" Namor cocks his eyebrows. 

"It means casual one-night sex only. No attachments. No commitments. Basically, you just want to have sex and sometimes it may, but mostly will not develop into a long-term relationship unless the one you had one-night stand with was actually someone you l—"

And Shuri was being pressed against the wall with force, she looked deep into Ch'ah's eyes. In his eyes flickered dominance, possessiveness, "you're mine," control, desire, lust, wrath, danger, fierceness, ferocity, aggression, and murder.

Shuri gulped nervously. Pretty sure she said something wrong.

But eventually, everything in Ch'ah's gaze died down and disappeared, and his eyes softened into love .

All it needed was love.

"From this day onwards, all your nights are mine." Namor declared.

And they burn with each other tonight.

"Bullshit…" Shuri dared to tease, and he just smiled— Ch'ah smiled at her reply.

"I waited for you all my life, Shuri..." He kissed her tenderly and she beamed.

"Le décadas Máanen tukultik teech, bin chéen jump'éel súutuko' fugaz teechi'."

The decades I spent thinking about you, it was only a fleeting moment for you.

"Shuri, I loved to show you my nation." He said to her solemnly and sincerely.

And Shuri's entire being radiates with anticipation.

"But not today, I'm sorry- Maybe another day. I want you to witness it, all of it, without dozing off on me.. and drooling…" Namor chuckled and lovingly cupped her cheeks and kissed her warmly, she was tired to her bones after they had been love-making for so long.

And Namor wants her to be announced in Talokan properly. That everyone knows her presence and awaits her arrival. 

Welcoming their Queen.

"...Can I stay a bit longer…?" Shuri yawned slightly, finally, the exhaustion seeping in after she went through a roller coaster of emotions today. And being fucked thoroughly in and out.

"Stay forever." Namor can't help himself. And never leave my side.

"Then keep me instead." She whispered softly.

And Shuri saw him stunned for a while. And recovering quickly when his eyes meet her, Ch'ah leaned in and kissed her affectionately. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, and kissed back eagerly, reigniting their fire again. She wraps her legs around his waist invitingly and welcomes him in her embrace peacefully.

"If you keep doing that…we won't leave this cave by sunrise, Shuri—" They sighed in contentment together, taking it slow this time and moving languishing, it was serene and beautiful. Shuri never knew making love to someone you love was such a beautiful phenomenon as she falls into his open arms like a leaf drifting away with the breeze, and also like a ship drifting along the rough and dangerous waves, they either break and sink to the depths—

Namor pressed her against the wall, the murals he draw when he was young, when he was filled with hatred and anger, he thrust into her recklessly, and Shuri embraced him tightly while moaning softly, greeting him with the same reckless rhythm of her hips rocking with his, their movements cause the water to ripple never ending.

Namor pressed her against the wall, passionately engaging with her, calling her name with devotion, yearning for a divine blessing.

"Then don't," Shuri arches her hips, twitching as she writhes desperately, guiding his hand to her sensitive clit, crying out softly when Ch'ah rubs and strokes her just right.

He pins her on the wall, worshiping her like a goddess as Shuri splayed upon the wall, beautiful and divine. 

"I love to show you my nation," Namor promised her.

"I want to keep you instead," he admits and she smiles.

"I will keep you here forever if I follow my heart desires— and you'll never be able to escape." 

Namor was selfish. He wants to keep Shuri all to himself. She will be a goddess, ruling Talokan with him, by his side, as his equal, as his bride, as his queen, as his wife.

"I'd love to see you try—" and they soared through the blue skies and white clouds together. Never getting down like a ship drifting along the rough and dangerous waves, they either break and sink to the depths—

Or they survived the storm. And continued to sail on the rough and high waves, broken and reborn. They will keep coming back strong.

They nestled in each other's arms, feeling at peace, as if even if tomorrow were the end of the world, they would have no regrets. Because they had found each other.

"I have something to show you…" Namor gently shakes her, remembering there's still one thing he wants to show her.

Shuri sleeps on his shoulder, asking while dozing off, "What it is…?" She tried hard to keep herself awake for him for a few more moments. Just a few more lingering moments with him. His shoulders are such a nice place to sleep on…

"Take a deep breath and hold it as long as you can, Shuri."

She did as he said and Namor sank them down the waters together.

Shuri holds her breath anticipatingly. Wondering what he's up to as he holds her close. He points in front of the darkness. Shuri looks—

It's glowing. Everything started to glow—

The shining sea life. The vibrant water plants. The look-so-fluffy sand. And even the glistening sparkles of water.

And Shuri saw something familiar, he led her to it as if he read her mind.

Namor picked a few flowers and placed them in her hands. Shuri gazed down at it and smiled,

It was the same flowers that he used to make flower crowns for her. Blue, purple, yellow, orange, white and many more— Namor swans them back before Shuri gets out of breath.

She stops him when they are a few strokes away from coming out of the water.

As Shuri floats in the water, smiling at him, she pouts her lips adorably and cocks an eyebrow at him playfully.

Namor held her firmly in his arms and smiled back smugly, knowing what she meant, he affectionately kissed her, with endless ardent and genuine devotion.

In the underwater realm beneath the waves, a secret world hidden away from the surface, hidden away from the sun. Two souls found peace in each other's arms. They found each other in the dark. 

With their tender embrace and gentle kiss, they danced a mesmerizing ballet of love amidst the soft, swaying corals and the shimmering aquatic flora. Their passionate hearts beat in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the sea's calling, and the world above faded into a distant dream, leaving only the boundless depths of their affection. 

Time seemed to suspend its journey, allowing the destined love to exist in a realm of timeless enchantment, where their love blossomed like an ethereal water lily, radiant and eternal.

Namor sends Shuri back to land when the sun is coming up. Shuri walks on wobbly legs zig-zag, she's so sore she can't even walk straight , but she mustered all her strength left, it's just a few steps onto the stairs, she can do it!

"Can you walk?" Namor hovers in the water, right outside of their villa.

"Shhhhh~" Shuri hushed him, "Go back into the water, mermaid prince! Before someone sees you!" She teases and waves goodbye to him sleepily. Clutching onto the crinkled dress that is hung securely on her.

"Yes, my princess," Her heart stirred and Ch'ah beamed and he disappeared into the water. Namor watched her return home safely. And she watches him leave safely. She couldn't wait to see his nation next time.

She steps onto the stairs with difficulty, huffing out tiredly at how sore she is, she feels like her legs are going to give out soon, she unlocks their door and closes it softly, with one hand she rubs her waist and the other at her face, Contemplating Alain will send Toussaint home tomorrow for sure. So she could crash on her bed and pass out for an eternity. 

"You are early." And T'Challa's voice startled her to the point that Shuri could feel her soul leaving her body right there and then.

"BAST! You scared me, BROTHER! Why are you conducting surprise inspections like Baba used to do?!" Shuri clutched her chest, scared to the point where her legs felt even weaker.

"Have fun?" T'Challa giggled at her. He could see clearly that Shuri looked totally worn out from the party.

"Your son certainly did. He didn't even want to follow me home! You are gonna pick him up tomorrow! I'm so tired I'm going to sleep, NIGHT!" Shuri paced back to her room because her legs finally gave out, she climbed onto her bed and passed out immediately. Her head hits on her pillow and she drifts away sweetly, thinking about him.

… … …

Namor leans on his side, leaning his head on the mural. His mother's mural. The one story that mother told him as he drew this mural with her right beside him. His mother, Princess Fen, kneels in the center as she is surrounded by children in a circle. It was a celebration. The announcement of his arrival, filled with joy and pride.

Before all of the bad happened. Before the war, disease, starvation, slavery, and slaughter happened, before he—!!!

Shuri.

And Namor snapped out of his thoughts immediately. He thinks of her. And his heart settles, thinking of all the good, thinking of all the happy memories he shared with his mother, his people, and her.

He caressed the mural of his mother, and he slowly drifted away peacefully.

From now on, this place no longer brought him endless heartbreak, pain and sorrow. Instead, it became the birthplace of his and her blossoming love.

Ch'ah gently touched the soft spot between her legs while sucking on her breast, Shuri cradled his head close to her chest, her fingers running through his hair, whimpering as his big hand stroked her sensitive inner thighs, pushing her legs further apart. He licks his way down, kissing softly on her swollen belly all around while he gazes up at her in heat, his eyes heavy with lust, and Shuri's breath hitches and tightens her walls around his fingers needily. He kneeled between her legs and sucked at her core, making Shuri hook her legs over his shoulder desperately, making her moan and shivered in desire violently. "Ch'ah—" she cries out in ecstasy and cums in his mouth, while he continued to eat her out like crazy, she reaches for him frantically, wanting to be loved, "Shuri—" he calls for her sweetly and kissed her, swirling their tongues together restlessly, she tastes herself and felt his pulsing desire massaging her clit, she shook with excitement, ready to embrace his thrust—

Shuri jolted awake in the night, sweating and panting heavily. Looking around frantically, she cradled her stomach- it was flat. And found herself burning in desire as she dreamed of him. 

His touch.

His hair.

His lips.

His tongue.

Wildest dream.

His hands.

His eyes.

His kisses.

His desire.

All of him.

Shuri's cheeks burn in embarrassment, she went into the bathroom with shaky, slick legs and tightened her insides needily as she aches for him, she took off all of her soaked clothes, the evidence that she just had the wildest dream in her life.

She switched on the light and finally saw herself in the mirror…

Bruises, bitemarks, hickeys, love marks— everywhere all over her body. From head to toe. Hickeys spread all over her neck, bitemarks painted on her shoulders, her breast was covered in love marks, and bruises on her hips, Shuri didn't dare to look between her legs— as she shivered violently, gaping at her own reflection.

He left marks all over her.

Shuri blushes hard and then curses him—

She curses him. For just one night.

For making her want him so bad.

All she could think about was him.

He fucked her so good, and she gets wet just thinking about it.

All she could feel was him.

Even in her sleep.

As his kisses, his touch, his lips, his tongue, his burning desire and his eyes haunt her.

Even in her dreams.

"ASSHOLE!"