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Daphne sipped at her drink, watching as M’Baku moved around the Throne Room, mingling with people.
“What are you doing?” Astoria asked, startling her sister.
Daphne had gone to Wakanda to celebrate Astoria and T’Challa’s wedding. While there, M’Baku had caught her eye, and she couldn’t keep her gaze off him. She wanted him.
Astoria grinned. “Ah, I see who’s caught your eye.” She waggled her brows at her sister. “M’Baku would definitely be up for some fun. You should go talk to him.”
“At this point, it’ll be the champagne doing the talking,” she said, looking at her sister.
“Drunken words are sober thoughts,” Astoria sang softly. “M’Baku!” she called, waving him over.
“Tori!” Daphne hissed, her cheeks turning red as he came over.
“M’Baku, this is my sister, Daphne,” Astoria said, introducing them both. “She’s ready to head to her quarters, and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind walking her there. She’s a little drunk, so I don’t want her to get lost,” Astoria said, looking proud of herself for pushing the two of them together.
“Of course, Astoria, it would be my pleasure.” M’Baku flashed a grin at her. “Daphne, are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said, her heart racing as she placed her hand on his offered wand. She narrowed her eyes at Astoria over her shoulder, but Astoria just sent her a cheeky wink.
“So, are you enjoying yourself? It’s your first time in Wakanda, correct?” M’Baku asked once the two of them were alone in the hallway, heading towards the guest rooms.
“I want you in my mouth,” Daphne blurted out, her eyes widening in surprise.
M’Baku nearly tripped. He froze, turning to look at her. “I… Beg your pardon?”
“I’m so sorry,” she hissed in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that drunken confession had slipped out. “I’ve been… the champagne was delicious.”
M’Baku flashed a grin at her, looking pleased by her slip of the tongue. “Ah, so that’s to blame for the naughty thoughts?”
“I’d already been having the thoughts before I started drinking,” she imagined.
“Did you now?” M’Baku’s gaze roamed her hungrily.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, her own gaze grew heavy.
“You want my cock, Daphne?” M’Baku asked, baking her against the wall. He boxed her in with his body, and she shivered in anticipation.
“I really do,” she admitted. She loved the way his body felt pressed against hers.
“Then take it,” M’Baku challenged her.
Daphne nodded, her breathing growing heavy. She got down on her knees, not caring they were in a dark hall. She trusted that M’Baku wouldn’t let anyone see her. She undid his trousers and took out his cock. It was hard and heavy in her hand.
“Daphne.” The way he said her name was like an animalistic groan.
She gently ran her fingers along M’Baku’s cock, causing him to tremble. Slowly, she cupped his sac.
M’Baku’s eyes were dark with desire. “Suck me, Daphne.”
She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him. She slid her lips down over the velvet-steel of M’Baku’s cock. Daphne slowly moved her head up and down, sucking as she did.
M’Baku let out a guttural groan.
Daphne continued her movements as M’Baku began to thrust upwards into her mouth. His hands tangled in Daphne’s hair as he let out a moan.
Within moments, M’Baku cursed as he came, his come shooting into Daphne’s mouth. She sputtered, having not expected his release. She pulled away from M’Baku, his semen dribbling down her face.
“Sorry,” Daphne mumbled, her cheeks growing warm in embarrassment.
“Don’t be,” M’Baku murmured, his gaze smouldering as he looked her over. “You look so sexy with my come on your face.”
Daphne flushed.
“I know you were drinking, but are you too drunk to consent to more?” M’Baku asked.
She got to her feet. “Please, fuck me,” she practically begged.
“Good, because I’m about to return the favour.” M’Baku grinned, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder. He practically sprinted to his guestroom.