If Only

He made the dress for her right after their first meeting however his mind had been invaded by her image long before that. When news broke out of a land nation having an abundance of Vibranium, he had been shocked that all-out war had not broken out yet. Colonizers hadn’t had a problem destroying nations for less, so why hadn’t they struck down this ‘Wakanda’ yet? So, of course, he had to visit the nation himself; this nation may very well be the cause of his own nation’s destruction. 

But then he saw her, she was standing next to a male colonizer wrapped in sheets. She was talking to him but he couldn’t focus on her lips - well, he could, but his brain wasn’t functioning. The sun made her skin glow like the water in his cave. Her figure was lithe and regal in the white shirt and shorts she wore. The color popped off her skin like the pigmented paint on the dreary grey stone in his room. Her long supple legs were what really drew the blood to his lower regions. They were smooth and had dips in just the right place where he could grip - no. No, he has to approach this differently.

He went back to Talokan to think over the situation after that, but he was thrust into a dire situation soon after returning. Half his people had disappeared with no explanation and the only answer the surface people had was that a purple alien had done it. He wanted to flood the earth right then and there, but his people needed him more, so he threw himself into caring for and comforting them. More than five years had passed by but soon his people where returned and he could finally breathe again.

Now he was sitting, waiting for the princess he saw that day to come to him in the dress he made for her. The jade would display her covered collar bones that the wretched jacket hid from him that day they met on the beach side. She looked beautiful, even in the dark, though he couldn’t enjoy it because her mother had to intervene. At the time, he had not realized who she was, just that she had looked familiar. But once he knew, he couldn’t help but make a dress for her as a gift of goodwill once the scientist was executed. At least at the time, that is what he told himself. 

Once he saw Namora’s casual brown dress, he knew the princess was not far. He mentally fortified himself for her appearance, and yet his brain was still shortcircuiting, “Oh Princess.” He kept himself from stuttering at her the best he could. She looked so delicious dripped in the jade he specifically picked out. The fabric was basically see-through and he doesn’t know whether or not he consciously picked it out for that sole reason. He takes a moment to appreciate her body, trying to be discreet. She looked down at the table he was just sitting at and her eyes brightened at something. 

“This is beautiful.” She said with awe written on her face. He stepped closer to her, smelling the shea butter in her hair. His eyes followed where she was looking to see his mother's bracelet. His heart felt strange in his chest and he couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face.

“It was my mother’s.” Without thinking, he grabbed it and laid it in her awaiting hands. Her eyes shone while looking into his as she caressed it gently. She voiced her opinion on what time frame it could be from; he chuckled slightly at her shock at his age. His heart hadn’t felt this full talking to someone in ages, but alas, the elephant in the room has to be addressed. As he explained to her the necessity of why he needed to kill the scientist, he could feel the intensity in her eyes. She understood him, he could feel it. So why did she protest him killing the Scientist?

“What if we kept Riri in Wakanda? Let us go, I give you my word that she will stay in my country.” Shuri pressed.

“There’s too much risk - ” He started to say but was interrupted by her.

“Then take me instead.” She looked him straight in the eye, rendering him speechless. His throat dried at the prospect of having her be all his; with his mark sewn into her dress, he was hardly able to contain himself.

“Princess, you have no idea what you are suggesting.” He took her in as she steps closer to him, confidence surrounding her once submissive demeanor. 

“I’ve had people tell me what I can and can’t suggest my entire life. So far they have all been proven wrong by me time and time again. I know what I want, K’uk’ulkan, and what I want…” she faltered for a moment as she looked him over. He glanced down and saw her nipples poking out, taunting his patience. “...is to see your kingdom.” She looks back into his eye innocently as if she wasn’t tempting him to jump off the edge like the siren she is.

“Is that all you want, Princess?” he asked, mustering up the little bit of restraint he had left. She visibly sank into herself, grabbing a bit of her dress to fiddle with. ‘She has to know she is provoking me at this point,’ he thought to himself. 

“And what if that wasn’t all I wanted?” she responded, looking up at him through her lashes. Just like that, his last bit of restraint was gone, she had him in her clutches and he was at her mercy.

“That’s it,” is all he said before he grabbed her tiny body and lifted it onto his work table. She let out a cute little yelp when he did so, and he looked her over once, more searching for any kind of rejection.

“Do it,” she said, gripping his forearms that were caging her body. He chuckled at the thought that she was provoking him purposefully. Well, if she wanted to tease, two could play at that game.

“Do what?” he asked her, smirking at her frown.

“You know what I want.”

“No, I don’t recall you ever telling me.”

“Fine, if you want me to say it. I want you to fuck me, then I want to see your kingdom after,” she said plainly. His dick jumped at how assertive her voice was, it was as if she was commanding him in battle, and he was willing to obey. He flipped her over without a second thought and pulled her dress up, moving her cape to the side to see her sweet dripping lips. His mouth watered at their state, glistening with nectar made just for him. He spread her out and attached his lips to her clit immediately. Her gasps were music to his ears, he played around with her nub with his tongue to pull more sounds from her. Her hand gripped his hair, sending electricity straight to his cock. He wanted to draw more from her before he broke her in half and her gripping his hair like that was going to be a problem. So he struck her tight ass with his ringed hand, then took his mouth off her, and pushed her front to the table. 

His fingers entered her warmth without warning before she could protest. Patience is something he never had much of and since she decided to test it, he wasn’t going to be forgiving. His fingers curled and plunged into her at an unforgiving pace. She squirmed around, bucking back against his fingers as staccato moans filled the cave. 

“Be still, Itza, or I might have to punish you more.” She stilled herself or at least tried to, but he felt her tighten around his fingers, her back aching off the table. She got louder and louder until she drenched his fingers. She spasmed as she came undone. 

“Fuck,” she whimpered out once she came down. He doesn’t let her breathe, his hand that isn’t wet gripped her hair and pulled her up to him. She grunts but doesn’t complain, in fact, he thought she might have bucked back against him. He let go and bent down to grab the bottom of her dress, then lifted the dress over her body. He turned her around and before he could even do anything, her lips were on his. He opened his mouth to her immediately, their tongues melding together violently. Her hands are back in his hair, pulling moans from him, almost ripping his cape off him. He smiled into the kiss and unclasped the cape, then pulled off his shorts for her. Her hand is on his thick member in seconds, stroking him slowly. His head fogged up even more as he melted in her hands.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he murmured, trailing his hands up her smooth arms. Her thumb pressed his tip, spreading his precum down his length. A growl formed from the base of his throat, and his hand on her arm gripped her throat, pulling a moan from her once more. He took her in, looking at the drool that’s left on her chin, before looking up to her hungry eyes. He couldn’t help but bend to breathe in her air again with one more kiss, then he trailed down to her neck sucking in marks all the way down till he got to her dark peaks. His lips wrapped around one while he pinched the other. Her hand started up again on him, making him moan on her nipple. She cried out when he bit her slightly for it.

His dick ached for the warmth of her slick walls, he forgot her hands were around it and bucked his hips. His dick slid over her bundle of nerves, grunting in response to her addictive moans, sucking harder on her abused nipple. He switched to the other, thrusting faster, aiming directly for her clit. 

“I-I’m gonna - ” He started thrusting even faster and let go of her nipple, placing his hands on her waist. Right when her moans started getting louder and her back arching off the table, he pushed into her velvet walls. She tightened around him and bit into her arm to stop her scream. He snatched her arm from her mouth and gripped her neck, squeezing as he lifted her up.

“Don’t you dare try to silence yourself again, Princess, I want to hear every moan, every scream that comes from that pretty little mouth of yours. Do you understand?” She nodded slowly while bucking into him, making him falter in his stance. He laid her back and started moving slowly; she’s squeezing him so tightly he barely held onto his sanity. He pressed his hand on her stomach so he could feel his dick slipping in and out of her. As if on auto-pilot, he started snapping himself into her with brutal speed. He noted the way his hand spanned across her stomach, almost eclipsing it, and looked up at her face. 

Chaac, the way he almost came right then and there. She looked so gone, eyes rolling up into her head, mouth fixed into a permanent cry. He almost considered painting this later on his wall, but Namora would question him endlessly and as he thought about it (even as he thrust in her), he didn’t want anyone else seeing his princess like this. It should be a sight reserved for him and him alone. So he just thrust harder, shaking the table under them till a creak can be heard.

“Fuck, Na, K’uk - ah, Bast, I CAN’T!” Shuri pleaded, squeezing his biceps. Namor growled at her and continued pounding into her mercilessly. She asked for this and now she wanted to complain?

“Yes, you can, princess, now take it.” She tightened around him to the point that it’s probably painful, almost like she’s trying to wring him out. He thrusted a few more times before he spilled inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, somehow not breaking the table, and all she did was laugh and wrap herself around him. They lay there for what felt like forever, just breathing in each other's scents. Until Shuri tapped him on the back, rousing him from his trance.

“So can I finally see Talokan now, or no?” She asked, smiling up at him in amusement. He can’t help the laughter that escaped from him at that moment.