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K’uk’ulkan has never been anxious before. 

There has never been a need. 

His army is strong, his people are safe, and Talokan continues to be everything his mother asked him to make it and more. 

But something is different in all senses of the word. 

His spies had been listening in on Wakanda, the uncolonized, hidden country full of Vibranium just like Talokan, for quite some time. There had been unusual activity of their soldiers training in the water that wasn’t sitting well with K’uk’ulkan. It was then that Namora overheard the Wakandans talking about a need to strengthen their nation, to share resources with a country that can protect one another from a rapidly changing, violent world. 

K’uk’ulkan made his presence known, initially startling King T’Chaka of Wakanda, but eventually, the good king made an offer. 

Takokan makes an alliance with Wakanda, in exchange for King T’Chaka giving King K’uk’ulkan the princess. 

And K’uk’ulkan, for whatever reason considering Princess Shuri remains unseen to him, accepted this offer… 

…On the condition that the princess is a virgin, is submissive, and is well-behaved. 

The last thing he needs is a surface woman — the very first to be seeing Talokan —  causing chaos in his nation that has been peaceful for centuries. 

Now that their wedding day is quickly approaching, K’uk’ulkan has been suffering many sleepless nights. He’s arranged to meet the princess sometime next month during a special gala, but he simply cannot wait that long. 

And he cannot rest. 

Sighing, he climbs off his hammock and flies into the cenote. He swims through the water, catching a ride on a current that he activates with a special hand symbol, traveling in the opposite direction that Talokan is located. 

The guards of Tlalocan’s caves allow him entry. His sensitive ears picked up the sounds of sex long before he arrived here, so he is not caught off guard by the sight of his friend and fellow god-king, Quetzalcoatl, in the midst of plunging into a handmaiden he has bent over the table. He eases up on his thrusts when he looks at K’uk’ulkan in the entryway of the hut. 

“My friend, you only come by unannounced when something is wrong.”

“I apologize for not telling you sooner, but I am gaining a wife this summer.”

Quetzalcoatl’s eyebrows raise. He clutches the blue skin of his lover, pausing and pulsing inside her. 

“Which lucky Talokanil woman did you choose? Zyanya with the pretty face? Nicté with the large breasts?”

“Neither. I am marrying a woman from the surface.”

Quetzalcoatl squeezes the handmaiden so tight that something cracks. She screams until he manipulates her insides through hydrokinesis to heal her quickly. He then laughs. 

“You must be joking with me.”

“I am not. The king of Wakanda was desperate for an alliance that he offered his daughter for me to take as a bride. And I… accepted.”

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!? Putting your nation in danger is one thing, but mine!? You can’t be fraternizing with humans! You can’t make alliances with them and you certainly can’t marry them!”

“You have my word that the Wakandans will never know about you. They believe there’s only one god-king that rules these seas, and it will remain that way. I do not need your permission to do anything.” K’uk’ulkan’s eyes darken as much as his voice does while Quetzalcoatl stares him down. “I did not come here to argue about the choices I have made. I came here because I have a proposition for you.” 

“Oh? And whatever could that be, K’uk’ulkan?”

“I have never been with a woman from the surface, and I don’t want to wait until my wedding night to experience her. I am going to convince her to visit my cave in a few days. It would be nice for you to join us.” K’uk’ulkan feels an ache forming. “We can find out how much she can take… if she’s even worth marrying.” 

Quetzalcoatl’s lips curl back, now singing a different tune. 

“Alright, then. Bring your surface woman to the depths and let’s see what she’s made of.” 

He’s here. 

The man she's arranged to marry against her will is in the throne room with her father, discussing the miserable life she’ll undoubtedly have with that ancient creature. 

Shuri, having not yet met this K’uk’ulkan person, turns her anxiety into curiosity, wondering what her future husband even looks like. 

It would be better to sneak a peek before the gala so she doesn’t experience a jump scare later on. 

After listening for voices in the hallway to signify that the meeting has ended, Shuri cracks her door open and peers to the left. 

All she sees is a broad body, pointed ears, and a nice butt as her husband-to-be talks to her father. She remains with her head sticking out of her bedroom, seeing those ears twitch. 

When K’uk’ulkan turns to face her, Shuri squeals and locks herself in her room. 

“Oh, Bast,” she whispers as she clutches her pounding heart. “He’s hot!” 

When she heard he was close to 500 years old, she was expecting a decrepit elderly man. Maybe this marriage won’t be too bad… 

She jumps when she hears something on her balcony. She sees K’uk’ulkan exploring her plants, with those large hands stroking the leaves. 

She hesitantly enters the garden space, and he smiles at her. 

“You must excuse me, Princess Shuri. I overheard you making a statement about my body temperature. The sun is making me hot.”

“That’s not what I—“ Wait, she can use this. “Why don’t you come inside where it’s cool?” 

His eyes are softer than she expects when he stares at her a little too long. She thought they were a dark gray at first, but now she sees the warm brown in them as sunlight is absorbed into them. 

“Thank you, Princess.” K’uk’ulkan walks past her, entering the bedroom. He takes a look around, then faces her after she closes the balcony door, sealing them inside. “Now that I’m right where I want to be, I should tell you that my temperature is just fine.” 

With the way she’s beginning to burn, Shuri is starting to think there’s something wrong with hers.

“Oh?”

“I have been desiring to see you since your father first made the offer. You are eighteen, and a woman now. I couldn’t wait for the gala to meet you.”

Shuri places her hands behind her back and tries not to wiggle so much, containing her excitement while letting shyness come through. She wasn’t expecting this. She thought he’d be annoyed to have to marry her, but here he is, looking at her as though she’s some prize… 

“And what do you think?” Shuri asks softly, quietly. K’uk’ulkan remains where he is, keeping his hands to himself as he observes her from head to toe. She’s never had someone so thoroughly scan her with their eyes before. 

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” she breathes, and the tension is so overwhelming that she has to sit on her bed. It doesn’t take K’uk’ulkan long to join her. “Um… So… What’s it like being an underwater god-king?” 

“It’s the greatest honor of my life, other than becoming the husband to Wakanda’s only princess.” 

Shit, he’s smooth. It has her tongue-tied, something that never happens. He continues talking when she can’t, his voice like honey. 

“You are going to be the very first queen Talokan has had, and we’ve existed for centuries. From that fact alone, you see that selecting a wife is not something I take lightly.” 

“Then why did you accept my father’s offer so quickly?” 

“The idea of marrying a surface woman intrigued me.” K’uk’ulkan caresses her cheek, and Shuri is helpless to do anything but look into his eyes. “I am glad that I did not decline. You are very attractive and pleasant.”

“You’re the first person to describe me as pleasant,” she murmurs. She figures she shouldn’t blow her chances of doing the only thing that will satisfy her parents by telling him how miserable she is, so she speaks clearer on a more positive note. “I’ve been taking classes on how to be the best wife that I can be. I will be dutiful.”

She hates speaking this way, but one of his clauses was for her to be submissive. That, and a virgin. 

His hand on her face travels to the side of her neck where she knows he can feel her pulse quickening. 

“Are you untouched?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’ve never been kissed.” 

He releases a low growl, causing her blood to simmer in her veins. 

“Would you like to take care of that now so our first kiss won’t be at the altar?” 

“I’m… I’m afraid you won’t like it. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“There’s nothing to it, Princess. Close your eyes and pucker your lips. Allow everything that happens afterward to be completely natural.” 

Her eyelids flutter shut and she gets her lips into formation. The hand on her neck remains, but now there’s one on the back of her head, and when his lips touch hers, her heart is soaring. He moves his mouth against hers, and it feels so good that she ends up wrapping her arms around his neck, playing with his hair. 

“Is this okay?” she murmurs, peeking at him through eyes barely open, seeing his are full of equal heavy-lidded desire. 

“Perfect. Part your lips for me.”

When she does, his tongue slithers in, stroking her own tongue and licking it. Shuri moans, and without thinking, she moves to straddle his lap, moaning louder at the sensation of something very hard and very big against her core. The hand on her neck travels slowly down to her ass, cupping it as the kissing becomes more intense and heated. When she sucks on his tongue, he pulls back abruptly, with a wild, intense stare. The erection she’s sitting on throbs and twitches. 

“The women of Talokan are built stronger than you are. I have to control myself a great deal with you. Unless you desire to be split open, don’t do that.” 

Shuri wraps her legs around him tighter. She’s been wanting to lose her virginity for quite some time now. Masturbation has been her only form of relief, and now that she’s sitting on an actual cock, she’s unbelievably horny. She wonders if he can tell. 

“Do you… sense anything from me?”

“I can tell you are very aroused. Your scent, your eyes, your wetness, your cunt pulsing on me…” 

“You can feel that?” 

He nods, jaw somewhat clenching. He really is holding back.

Shuri runs her hands through his hair again, adding pressure onto his erection and causing him to show his teeth. 

“Did you like when I sucked your tongue, or was that doing too much?” 

“I loved it,” he admits, both hands clutching her ass now and making her smirk. He ends up having one of his own seeing it. “For a virgin, you’re very daring. Must be those teenage hormones.” 

She pouts, unable to tell if that’s something he approves of or not. She doesn’t want to fuck this up before it begins. 

“My friends lost their virginities younger than I am. Being a princess and a prized possession of the king and queen, I couldn’t ever… explore? I suppose that’s the right word. I’ve been daydreaming about it… How it might feel…” Shuri’s panties are getting wet the way they do when she’s had a sex dream about celebrity crushes. “I know you’re so, so strong, K’uk’ulkan, but I also know you’re going to be gentle with me during our wedding night. I’m sorry for being so forward. I just—“

K’uk’ulkan shuts her up with another kiss, one that causes her back to lower onto the mattress. She pants heavily into his mouth when he’s groping one of her breasts as her legs become tangled around his waist by instinct. 

“You have beautiful breasts. Will you let me look at them?” 

This is going way too far.

As much as he seems in support of how horny she is, she doesn’t want to give it up so fast. What if he won’t respect her? 

“We have to save something for the wedding night, don’t we?” 

K’uk’ulkan grins, then dips his head to suck her nipple through her dress. She jolts and squeezes his biceps, doing her best to control her breathing as pleasure shoots through her. When it’s over, he’s smiling down at her while her heart pounds. 

“It seems I’m insatiable and impatient myself. Forgive me. Will you allow me to do the gentlemanly thing and take you on a date to the beach after sunset?” 

She breaks out into a wide smile. “Our first date!?”

He has crinkles near his eyes when he’s happy. He’s so beautiful. Baba finally did her a favor. 

“Yes. I will meet you on your balcony when the moon is visible so that I can fly you there without your parents being aware that you’re gone.” 

Shuri initiates the kiss this time, grinning through it all. 

Shuri is different, that is something K’uk’ulkan is aware of. 

Since he was of the appropriate age, he’s had sex with countless women, and on occasion, some men in the mix. None of them have set something on fire inside of him like Princess Shuri has, and he doesn’t believe that being a surface woman has anything to do with that. 

This marriage is going to be an arranged one, yes, but perhaps fate is at play here, as well. 

She could be his soulmate. 

He feels it in the way his chest tightens at the side of her standing on her balcony, wearing a thinly strapped golden dress with high slits on both ends that show off her long, slender legs. He feels it in the way his lips curl back when she smiles at him as though he’s the most important person to her now. He feels it in the way she greets him with a shy kiss, which he forces into a more passionate one that has her out of breath. 

“Are you ready for our date, Princess?” 

With a single nod from her, K’uk’ulkan sweeps her off her feet and flies her towards the beach, traveling through the shadows and avoiding the various cameras that are installed around Wakanda. 

He sets her gently on the blanket he found earlier, and opens the basket to reveal various fruits. 

“It is nothing spectacular, but you’ll be spoiled in your new home.”

She glances at him as she begins sorting through the fruit. “Aren’t I expected to cook all your meals per the contract?” 

“Yes… But that is when you’re my wife. You are not my wife yet.” 

She pulls out a mango, and he peels it for her. He watches the juice dripping down her chin, then leans in to lick it off her. 

“So are you trying to invite me over before marriage?” Shuri asks, a bit dazed after what he did and how close he is to her. 

“If I say yes?” 

“Mm…” She sticks a slice in her mouth, and he eats the other end until their lips end up touching. Her dimples are so precious, as is the small scar on her forehead. “I’d tell you to show me a bit more romance first. You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed, now you’re expecting me to go home with you the very same night? What kind of girl do you take me for?” 

K’uk’ulkan does not consider himself to be a romantic man. He’s never had to seduce someone or take long to get what he wanted from them because he is their god-king they willingly serve. Princess Shuri will become his wife who willingly serves him, but she is not his wife at the moment. He’ll give her some leeway. 

He focuses on the ocean in front of them, holding his palms out as he listens to the sounds, and feels the sensation in his fingertips when a connection is made. 

“What are you doing? Stretching?”

Rather than answering her, he lifts a tendril of water and turns it into a heart that floats aboves the sand. He laughs while Shuri gasps. 

“You’re doing that!?”

“I am.”

“How!?”

“I’m hydrokinetic. I can manipulate water.” K’uk’ulkan brings the heart above them and bursts it, causing the water to fall like rain and create a heart around them in the sand. 

“Oh, you’re so damn cool,” Shuri whispers, then snuggles up closer to him. “If you take me to your place tonight, are you going to be good to me?”

“Nothing will be done to you that you do not want, Princess. You’re safe in my care. You will find that you always will be.” K’uk’ulkan pulls out a mask. “This will provide you with enough oxygen to make it to our caves, but it will also render you unconscious for a few hours. It is the only way I can safely transport you. Do you trust me?”

She blinks those big amber eyes at him. 

“If I am to be your queen, I have to trust you, right?” 

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, smirking when the praise causes a change in her heart rate. “Come with me.” 

Quetzalcoatl observes K’uk’ulkan placing the sopping wet woman on the ground, with her head resting on a stack of woven blankets. 

“She is lovely, but there are scarcely any curves on her,” he comments with disgust. “You wish to spend eternity with a body like that?”

“Her slenderness is a turn on. I’ll be able to see myself inside of her stomach.”

“Her breasts are small.”

“I’ll be able to swallow them.”

“She doesn’t have much of an ass to grip.”

K’uk’ulkan turns Shuri onto her side and rubs her bottom that’s still covered in a golden dress. “But look at the shape, Quetzalcoatl. Imagine how beautiful it will be to pound into.”

Quetzalcoatl’s nose twitches. Despite the body not being his cup of tea, her scent is heavenly. He kneels on the other side of her, and when he cups her in between the legs, K’uk’ulkan grabs him by the wrist. Quetzalcoatl chuckles at the way his friend’s eyes have darkened. 

So possessive. 

“You promised that we’d share her tonight.”

“We are. Not when she’s unconscious.” K’uk’ulkan frees him, his eyes returning to normal when Quetzalcoatl nods. “Return in another hour or so. Visit Talokan. When she’s awake and aware of what’s happening to her, she’ll be ours. Right now, she’s in my care.”

“What a tender husband you’re going to be,” Quetzalcoatl teases. “It’s sickening. But I will respect your engagement… for now. Don’t be surprised if I don’t later on tonight.”

“Of course. I’d be disappointed if you were well-behaved.” 

When Shuri awakens, she’s gasping for air. She sits upright, finding herself inside a hut. K’uk’ulkan comes running towards her, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. His armor and jewels from earlier are gone. She glances down to find that she’s in an oversized black and white poncho. She lifts up the material beneath her collarbone, gasping once more when she discovers she has on a jade harness and nothing else. No golden dress. No bra. No panties. 

Only a jade harness, with her breasts and pussy fully exposed, the rest of her skin above her mound looking like it’s bejeweled. 

“How are you feeling, Princess?” K’uk’ulkan asks as he’s kneeling by her side. 

“Did you… Did you change me while I was knocked out?”

“No. My handmaidens did. All respectful women, I assure you. If I left you in your dress, you’d end up falling ill. It’s currently hanging up to dry.” 

Shuri inhales his scent that surrounds her. “This poncho is yours.”

“It is, and it looks so good on you. It…” K’uk’ulkan looks the other way, smiling. “Nevermind.”

“Please tell me,” she encourages gently. “I like when you compliment me. I don’t really get told nice things a lot, having parents like mine.”

K’uk’ulkan holds her hand, tracing her veins with a finger. It gives her shivers. 

“I’m not your táatah, Princess. I want you to make me one.”

Shuri nearly dies right there in this hut. She’s lightheaded. She’s sweating. 

“I… I assume that word means ‘dad’, yeah?” 

“Indeed it does.” K’uk’ulkan captures her jaw. She’s beginning to love the way he handles her. “I was going to say that it fills me with pride to see you wearing my clothing.” 

She laughs nervously, not sure if she wants to go back home or spread her legs and take whatever this gorgeous god-king is willing to give her. 

“What your handmaidens put underneath this poncho isn’t yours, right?”

K’uk’ulkan tilts his head. “I assumed you were nude. What did they dress you in?”

Her eyes widen. “They didn’t tell you?”

“No. Let me see.”

“Um…” Somehow, it’s more scandalous and sexier than being naked. She’s adorned in the main gemstone of Talokan, and she typically wouldn’t mind showing off her body since she’s very confident in it, but her fiancé is so intense and she’s afraid he won’t appreciate her naked form. He’s lived so long and been with countless others. She won’t be that special. “I don’t think you’ll like what you see.”

“Shuri, I am going to be sexing your body up for decades and what I hope to be for centuries if the herb is successful.”

“…Herb?”

“In one of my many laboratories in Talokan, my scientists are developing a hybrid herb that will allow you to breathe on land and water the same way I do. Your skin color will never change. What I also hope is that you become a goddess in the literal sense and live forever with me.” 

Good Bast… 

That’s one of the most romantic gestures she’s ever heard of. 

“You really want me alive for that long, K’uk’ulkan?”

“You’re going to be my wife and queen. Of course.”

“But you don’t know me that well yet.”

“I know enough.” K’uk’ulkan helps her up. They’re both standing now. He takes her by the hand, guiding her outside of the hut where she sees a bridge over some crystal clear water. They stop in front of a large rock. “I understand if you’re uncomfortable, but understand that I love your body and if my feelings are what’s making you uneasy, let that go. I want to see what my handmaidens dressed you in because whatever it is, I’ll be very pleased.”

Shuri breathes out, somehow trusting him. 

“Alright… Hold on.”

She lifts the poncho over her head and by the time she tosses it, K’uk’ulkan’s jaw has fallen, his wings are fluttering, and he has that predatory stare. 

“Fuck!”

“Do you— Mmmmf!” She’s interrupted by his mouth on hers. He’s kissing her with so much strength, picking her up by the thighs and pressing her back against the big rock. She’s breathing heavily and clinging to him as he breaks the kiss to set his lips against her cheek, jawline, and neck. Her pussy clenches around nothing, making the space between her legs completely drenched. When he wraps his lips around one of her tits and sucks on it hard, Shuri arches her back and moans loudly. “Oh, K’uk’ulkan!”

She becomes lost in the pleasure. He’s humping against her, rubbing that clothed cock against her bare cunt. She keeps her arms around his neck, pushing his face against her chest, getting wetter and wetter, hornier and hornier. 

Then there’s a splash of water.

Movement.

Her eyes open wide.

Walking towards them is a man taller than K’uk’ulkan, with long black hair. He has the same skin tone, the same pointed ears, and the same wings on their ankles. But his face is nowhere near as tender as K’uk’ulkan’s can be. He looks irritated that she’s here. 

“K’uk’ulkan,” she whispers, tapping his back while he continues sucking on her nipple. “K’uk’ulkan… Your—Your brother is here, I think…” 

She feels him smiling against her now swollen breast before he moves onto the other without a word, suckling on it. The stranger stands right next to her, his shoulder against the wall. 

“Hello, Princess Shuri. My name is King Quetzalcoatl, and I am not K’uk’ulkan’s brother. I am his friend.”

“I… There are two kings!?”

“I will not be answering any questions. You know all that you have to, surface woman.”

Shuri doesn’t like his tone, but she bites her tongue, hoping this Quetzalcoatl guy will just leave. 

K’uk’ulkan at last sets her down on her feet, looking so disheveled and sexy as he takes a few steps back. Quetzalcoatl now stares at Shuri’s pussy that’s on full display, and she quickly closes her legs, keeping one hand over her mound and an arm across her breasts to hide herself the best she can. 

“I suppose her body isn’t so repulsive when it’s decorated.” 

What an asshole. 

“She is perfection,” K’uk’ulkan says without missing a beat, staring at her. “Princess… As you know, you’re the first surface woman that I, and Quetzalcoatl, have ever been in close proximity to. I brought you here tonight to test how much you can take before you become my wife.”

Her eyes dart between the two god-kings, panic quickly rising.

“How much I can take!? In what way!?”

“Sexually, Shuri. What other way could there be?” K’uk’ulkan steps forward, placing a hand on her chest while he holds her waist. “I can tell by your erratic heartbeats that you’re frightened. I promise we’ll do anything to make you feel amazing.” 

Shuri takes another look at Quetzalcoatl. He’s so… evil looking. She doesn’t want to please him. She didn’t come here to handle two god-kings. 

“I wanna go home,” she whispers. “Please, K’uk’ulkan. I don’t want to lose my virginity like that. Take me home.”

“Oh, sweet girl. He will not play a role in taking your virginity. That wondrous delicacy is reserved for myself only. It’s after that we’ll take it a step further with Quetzalcoatl’s involvement.”

“I want to go home,” she repeats, tearing up, her voice desperate and pleading now. “Please.” 

“Princess Shuri,” Quetzalcoatl begins, and she forces herself to look at him. “Forgive me for making you feel uncomfortable. My attitude stems from the fact you’re our first human to be exposed to our world, and humans are not a species that I trust. They colonize. They destroy. I know you are not like the others, and I will treat you better if you give me a chance.”

Shuri, unconvinced, wraps her arms around her husband-to-be and buries her face in his muscular chest. 

“Please…”

His hand is on her jaw, angling her head back to meet his loving gaze. 

“What must I do to convince you, Princess?” 

“The lady seems quite hard-headed and stubborn. Nothing like what u yatan K’uk’ulkan was promised to be.” Quetzalcoatl runs his knuckles gently down her cheek while she remains looking up at K’uk’ulkan. “Therefore, perhaps you should make her an offering. Removing one of her expectations in exchange for giving herself to us tonight.”

The hand not clutching her chin rubs a delicate circle on her back, “How does that sound?”

“You’d really let me remove something?”

“Anything except for a minimum of two children. I’ve been waiting centuries to have a little prince or princess. All others I’m fine with losing.” 

Shuri can’t believe what she’s hearing. The contract of being u yatan K’uk’ulkan, the wife of the feathered serpent god, is something she has been dreading to sign on her wedding day. She’s read it over before, a contract giving up her autonomy. And he’s willing to let her remove something for one night with the two of them? 

“You swear you’ll honor it?”

“You give yourself to us tonight, and you’ll be worshipped.”

“In that case, can we remove the fourth one? The one about me giving all autonomy to you and to have you make all the decisions for me.”

K’uk’ulkan smirks. “I am surprised you didn’t choose the one about pleasuring me whenever I require it.”

“I think I’ll want that just as much,” she murmurs, then flicks her eyes between the two god-kings. “But I’m still scared about all of this. I’m afraid of the pain.”

“I saw you smoking with your cousin on the balcony earlier. If I give you something to inhale, your body and mind will relax enough for you to thoroughly enjoy yourself.”

“And don’t forget,” Quetzalcoatl adds, standing behind her. He moves her braids to one side, then kisses her bare shoulder as she’s sandwiched between the two men. “We have ways of getting inside you to heal you.”

K’uk’ulkan dips his head, kissing her lips while Quetzalcoatl kisses her nape and neck. They’re both big and hard, one erection pressed against her core, the other against her ass. Their kisses are warm, wet, and fueled by passion. Her arms remain wrapped around her future husband until he backs away, leaving her whimpering. 

“I’ll get what you need. Stay here.”

Now without him, Quetzalcoatl holds her by the waist and forces her to sit on a stone bench with him. She’s nestled in between his legs, facing the bridge as they wait for K’uk’ulkan to return. 

“You’re a rebellious little thing on the surface, aren’t you?”

His breath is warm in her ear as he begins to massage her breasts. He’s rough with it, showing only a fraction of his strength. She wonders if it feels good for either one of them to demonstrate self control. 

“I’m the black sheep, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Will you be demonstrating that rebelliousness down here?” Quetzalcoatl wraps a hand around her throat, groping one breast now. Shuri chokes for a second, then shamefully, it feels good. Too good. “K’uk’ulkan is no ordinary king. He is a god to his people. To dishonor and disrespect him is a crime worthy of death.”

“If he’s good to me,” Shuri manages, seeing her future husband coming across the bridge. “Then I’ll be good to him. That’s all there is to it.”

“So if he upsets you, you’ll make a mockery of him?” Quetzalcoatl hisses as K’uk’ulkan sets his items down nearby, rolling whatever is inside the bowl in a corn husk. “Did you hear that? Your bride finds misbehavior acceptable.” 

K’uk’ulkan strikes up a match, and lights the end of the joint-looking stick he rolled up. “And I find the challenge of taming her rather sexy.” He gets on his knees in between her legs that he spreads apart. He holds the joint between her lips. “Inhale and blow.”

Shuri takes that first puff. There’s no need to cough when it’s so smooth on her throat. She sends smoke rings down at K’uk’ulkan, making him crack a grin. 

“Hold it. Once you finish, we will enter the hut where you’ll lose your innocence to me.” 

That thought has Shuri inhaling from the joint deeply. Through the smoke cloud she creates, she watches K’uk’ulkan inch his face closer to her exposed pussy. 

Her hand shakes now as she takes a third puff, especially when he makes eye contact and speaks in that sexy voice. 

“My tongue will prepare you first, then my fingers. Remember to relax.”

Kisses on her cunt lips have her groaning low, and when that tongue enters her, she would jolt if it weren’t for K’uk’ulkan’s hands on her hips keeping her grounded. 

“Oh, Bast… Oh, yes…” 

“I can sense your wetness in my fingertips,” Quetzalcoatl whispers in her ear, angling her face for the two of them to stare one another down with heavy-lidded eyes. “He has you gushing already. You have a very healthy and young cunt, Princess Shuri. I look forward to fucking it.” 

Her eyes nearly roll back when K’uk’ulkan’s tongue is stroking a particularly wonderful spot, so wonderful that it has her close to fading in and out of consciousness. His facial hair adds that roughness that stimulates her just so, that has toes curling as her legs hang over her future husband’s broad shoulders. He’s moaning against her, drinking her in as though her essence is all the nutrients he needs.

Quetzalcoatl takes Shuri’s hands and places them on the back of K’uk’ulkan’s head. Together, they force him all the way against her, suffocating him with her pussy. When she opens her mouth to cry out at how intense K’uk’ulkan eats her now, Quetzalcoatl silences her, kissing her. She’s so turned on and caught up in the passion that she’s the one to coax out his tongue, sucking on it in the way that turned K’uk’ulkan on in her bedroom earlier. The way his cock throbs against her tells her that Quetzalcoatl enjoys it, too.

They’re barely getting started, but already Quetzalcoatl is favoring surface women. The god-kings haven’t been able to kiss others like this unless they’re underwater, and even then, they’re usually a bit too modest with the kisses. Yet here this deprived surface woman is, sucking on his tongue and making a god-king weak and groaning. He can only imagine how that mouth feels to wet his cock. 

K’uk’ulkan is drowning in Princess Shuri’s pussy, never wanting to stop eating her. Her slender fingers are stroking through his hair, massaging his scalp all while drenching his tongue. K’uk’ulkan greedily extracts more of her arousal using his hydrokinesis, soaking his face with it as she pours it out for him. It’s like a drug. 

Shuri breaks her kiss with Quetzalcoatl to pant into his mouth, her body becoming drenched in sweat as K’uk’ulkan drives her towards a climax. 

“Is he making you feel good?” Quetzalcoatl asks, playing with her nipples. 

“Oh… Yes…” Shuri yanks on K’uk’ulkan’s hair. “Something… Something’s happening…” 

“Allow your body to do what it wants. I am not fond of your breast size, but these nipples are impressive. I look forward to seeing them grow heavy and large with milk. Are you going to be a good woman and feed your husband after your children are full?”

She doesn’t know why those words have her humping K’uk’ulkan’s face, causing Quetzalcoatl to laugh. 

“Surface women milk… I hope my dear friend allows me a taste.”

Now that he’s allowing Shuri to freely fuck herself against his face, K’uk’ulkan reaches a hand down to free his cock from his shorts. He strokes himself, both to the taste and extreme arousal of Princess Shuri, and images of her pregnant body. He wraps his lips around her clit and sucks hard until her legs quiver uncontrollably and her pussy convulses. He cleans up her delicious mess, then gradually pulls away.

Shuri, covered in sweat and having her tender breasts get assaulted by Quetzalcoatl’s hands, peers down at K’uk’ulkan, whose face and beard are wet. He picks up the half-smoked joint she dropped, relighting it before he slips it into her mouth again. 

“Finish it,” he whispers. “I want you fully relaxed.”

After that amazing orgasm, she doesn’t need much more than that. But she obeys, smoking in silence as the god-kings touch her body as though they’re feeling the skin of a goddess, in awe of her. By the time she finishes smoking whatever drug was within the husk, Shuri is at complete ease, smiling lazily. K’uk’ulkan, naked and with a leaking tip after stopping himself from ejaculating, takes her from Quetzalcoatl, carrying her to the hut. 

She’s placed on a pile of blankets that feels like a comfortable, firm bed. K’uk’ulkan settles on top of her while Quetzalcoatl rests in the hammock, watching them. 

K’uk’ulkan caresses her cheek. She loves it when he does that. She feels like such a good, pretty girl.

“Are you ready to become a god’s kept woman?”

“Don’t tell my baba,” she whispers, and he laughs. 

“It will be our little secret.” He smiles at her with tender patience. “You’re so beautiful.”

He tips her chin toward him and kisses her mouth again, this time deep and slow. His hand frames her jawline a moment, tracing the delicacy of the bone structure there before it slides leisurely down to cup and palm those perfect little breasts. 

What a good man King T’Chaka has been,  keeping every part of her perfectly untouched by any other, and ready for her husband’s claim. 

“My Shuri.” His hand slips down farther still. He pets her drenched cunt, such a perfect pussy it is. “There will be so much about this night that is strange and new at first, but I promise no part of it will be unbearable if only you remember to submit. Submit and be mine. Ours.” 

Quetzalcoatl resists the urge to touch himself as he watches K’uk’ulkan be in his rightful place above her. He doesn’t know who’s luckier: K’uk’ulkan, to be taking the virginity of the beautiful surface woman; Shuri, to be fucked and chosen by K’uk’ulkan; or himself, being a witness to it all. 

“Spread your legs, Princess.”

She obeys with a sob of need. K’uk’ulkan fits his fingers to the mouth of her cunt, stroking with careful pleasure at the curls, the damp treasure they shielded. He slides his fingers within her, testing for the final time the integrity of the virgin's gate, thrusting one finger with rhythm through the narrow opening that he would soon be obliged to so widen to proportions sufficient for its purpose. She whimpers beneath the penetration.

“There,” he soothes, letting her learn the rhythm to which she will soon be fucked with. “Not so bad, is it?” 

“N-No… Please do more to me, K’uk’ulkan…” 

“That’s the kind of talk we love, Shuri,” Quetzalcoatl comments. “Take him. Give in. You’re being a very good girl when there's a reward in store.”

He continues the gentle thrust of his hand, taking pleasure in the way the little cunt yawns sweetly in preparation for its role. Though Shuri is frightened about tonight,  her cunt seems to know its purpose. He gives attention to her precious pearl hiding beneath the little hood, and he soon has the pleasure of hearing her make that beautiful sound: a low cry of wonder, ending in a series of desperate little gasps. Her sweet little pussy clutches lovingly and gratefully at his finger, and he withdraws, rewarded for his efforts, satisfied that not only is he ready to make his claim, but she is as ready as he can make her to take it.

She looks at him in wonder and admiration as he mounts her, fitting the broad head of his cock to the slick entrance he is fated to breach. He drags the head around in the heat of her, wetting it as well as he can.

“K’uk’ulkan,” she pants. “Please…”

“Shh. It’ll hurt for a moment, then never again,” he says firmly, and bears down.

She gives a most enchanting wail, his wife-to-be. Both at the first forceful thrust, and the second. He has to adjust his angle before he tries a third; this one giving him purchase in a way the first had not, and he is able to pierce, satisfactorily, the hot, wet vice of her virgin cunt. Not deep yet, but he is in, and the next thrust brings him up firmly against the barrier that had been protected until now. 

And K’uk’ulkan has been the first to breach it. 

He gathers her against him, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her soft, trembling body to his chest, holding her safe and still. Then he drives in on the welcome note of her scream and gives a low, hoarse cry of his own at the victory.

Quetzalcoatl’s cock twitches and aches. What a strong human girl she is to get fucked by K’uk’ulkan and not scream bloody murder. She’s brilliant, bold, and beautiful. The missionary pose they’re in is too intimate for his taste. As soon as it’s his turn, Quetzalcoatl is going to fuck her like she’s his whore, which she might become one day. 

Shuri shakes and sobs beneath K’uk’ulkan. He allows it, giving her perfect leisure to indulge in feminine emotion as he busies himself with the more masculine business at hand. She suffers the first punishing, exploratory blows with poor grace but they give him such clutching, molten pleasure he scarcely even registers her pleas. He is a hungry intruder at first, but a few thrusts soon get him sorted out, able to have control, and he makes himself entirely at home thereafter.

She is a perfect picture beneath him, her face wet and those perfect lips caught in a tremble of emotion and latent agony. He kisses her with passionate abandon even as he teaches her the rhythm of his desire. She will soon become addicted as the night goes on, enjoying all the pleasures of sex and what she was made for, but for now, he’s quite content having her settled beneath him with quiet weeping as he drives deeper and deeper still, an adventurer in lands only dreamed of and at long last attained. 

He has met his wife. 

None have been here before him, and none will be so well remembered, though he’s aware Quetzalcoatl will be a close second. As he claims her, driving ever deeper until a bulge forms in her belly and he’s content. When at last he is as deeply rooted within her as he hopes to be, he savors this moment. He kisses her pretty face, wet with tears, and the full upper lip. He wraps his fist around her braids, pulling so that it drags her head back and bares her neck for him to shower with kisses. Then he lavishes attention on her heaving breasts, nipping, sucking, and marking her with blooms and crescents as proof of his total claim, his complete mastery of her form.

At last content that she will bear his marks without and within for days to come, he fits his hands around her waist and smiles tenderly down at her.

“Now, my Queen,” he whispers. “We will show you all you’re for.” And he draws back his hips in preparation to do exactly that.

Shuri weathers her first fucking as beautifully as he could hope. She weeps only a little, then lies there bravely, wide eyed and moaning, staring up into his face as he shows her what it means to belong to a man. The final, frenzied blows he strikes her with his cock brings forth a shriek and gasp, her tight walls clenching his large cock tightly and taking ownership of one another as she comes. 

Then he falls across her fully, grunting in her ear as he sends flooding toward her womb each great surge of his seed, trusting that even if tonight she is not impregnated, it won’t take long before he strikes.

He lies on top of her a moment longer, catching his breath, feeling her little form twitch and writhe beneath him as she does the same. Then at last, with a rush of tender feeling, he rolls off her, pulling free of her small pussy, and sits back to admire the beautiful ruin he has made of it. 

“No,” she whimpers suddenly, arms outstretched and shaking. “Come back.”

He arches an eyebrow, cock already twitching. Could she be wanting more so soon? 

But then adds,

“Hold me.”

So he does just that, pulling her into him, cradling her. So warm. So loving. So perfect. He presses his palm against her pussy, making her cry, and he whispers in her ear. 

“Shh, shh. I’m healing you.” 

“H-How…”

“I told you that I can manipulate water. That means the water inside of you, as well.”

It only takes a few seconds to soothe what aches her, and she rewards him with an appreciative kiss, one he isn’t used to. 

K’uk’ulkan has fallen in love with her. It’s something he keeps to himself.

But it doesn’t go unnoticed by another. 

With K’uk’ulkan gone to gather more herbs for Shuri to smoke before they get inside her at the same time, Quetzalcoatl has been given permission to take care of Talokan’s future queen. He lies beside her, trailing his fingers down her body, teasing at her mound before returning to her breasts that have been marked by K’uk’ulkan. 

Seeing his friend so intimate and possessive over her has done something unimaginable to him, and he’s not going to let this night go to waste. Fucking this surface woman is the main goal, of course, but she comes with a bonus. 

“Princess Shuri, there is something I feel you must know.” 

She turns her head, her amber eyes burning into his dark brown ones. 

“Do tell.”

“I have known K’uk’ulkan for centuries. We met as children. I have seen him with countless others. This is the first time I’ll say that I believe he has fallen in love.” 

Those pretty eyes fill with emotion. “Yeah? You think so? Already?” 

“I know so. His heart beats differently with you. He’s never used his powers to heal anyone, giving all that tender aftercare to you and for you. You must’ve seen it in the way he looks at you, yes?”

Shuri smiles now, somewhat in disbelief.

“He loves me…”

“Yes. It won’t be hard for you to own him completely… if that’s what you wanted.”

Shuri stares at him curiously now. “Own him? How? I have been taught that I am a property of his.”

“You’ve broken so many rules as it is, dear. Why does it matter now?” 

“True… What do I do, though?”

“Have you ever been taught what a blow job is?” 

“I know what it is, but I’ve never given it to anyone, no.” 

Quetzalcoatl smiles. “Ah. That is the way to a man’s heart, Princess.” He lowers his hand again, this time his finger strokes those juicy cunt lips, applying pressure to her clit at the same time and making her tongue emerge from the corner of her mouth. “There’s also a special place inside a man, much like this precious button of yours. It is something you cannot reach because you do not have the right tools for it. I’m sure a toy or two could solve that issue during your marriage, but I digress.”

“What…ah, what special place is that?”

“I can hit that special place for him while you suck on his cock, Shuri.” Quetzalcoatl licks her lips for her, and groans when she does exactly what he hopes for when she sucks on his tongue again. He loves it. After a minute or so of it, he continues against her mouth. “He’ll be entirely obsessed with you, and the fucking you’ll recieve from the two of us for your wondrous gift will stick with you for a lifetime. What do you say?” 

He’s rubbing at her harder and faster, adding pressure from her fluids on the inside to speed her way towards an orgasm. Right before she comes, he pulls his fingers away and she’s crying. 

“Fuck me!” 

“In a minute, you insatiable creature. Practice on me what you plan to do to him.”

She’s feral and hot, propping herself up on her hands and knees as he strokes himself. As she lowers her head, he gives her some advice. 

“Fold your lips over your teeth. We can endure a lot, but no man, whether human or god-king, wants his cock bitten.”

She pauses, that perfect little ass that K’uk’ulkan gloats about the shape of high in the air, turning Quetzalcoatl on further. 

“Both of you are so big. I don’t know how I’ll get it to fit inside. 

“Take as much as you can, Princess. The most important thing to remember is taking care of the head. The head is much like your clitoris, and every lick and every suck is what pleasures us the most. Go on and try.”

Shuri sets that hot tongue on his tip, licking circles around it. Quetzalcoatl strokes the back of her head. Surface women have hotter mouths. How divine. 

“There, there. Good. Try fitting it inside now.”

Shuri covers her teeth and takes him in, inch by inch, that tongue working the underside. Quetzalcoatl curses. Tlaloc, she’s incredible, and what a fast learner. K’uk’ulkan has found a treasure. 

“You’re going to do this to him until he floods your mouth. Pull out and stay right where you are. It’s time for your reward.”

She withdraws, maintaining that pose of having her ass up. Quetzalcoatl kneels behind her, breaching her sweet cunt more abruptly than K’uk’ulkan did. She releases a little scream that causes the other god-king to fly into the hut, but his worries quickly dissipate when he sees the position Quetzalcoatl has his bride in. 

“You were right,” Quetzalcoatl comments, giving her a spank that makes her moan and fall to her elbows. “She has a gorgeous ass.”

K’uk’ulkan smokes from the husk he freshly rolled, making eye contact with Shuri as she gets pounded from behind by his friend. Her cheek ends up against the floor, her eyebrows creased and her lips parted in ecstasy. She stares right at K’uk’ulkan as he exhales, only fueling his lust further. 

Quetzalcoatl doesn’t let up, but keeps his full strength contained until the day K’uk’ulkan feeds her that herb. Her ass smacks against his pelvis with each thrust, her cunt walls squeezing him and accepting him as though he’s another partner for her, her arousal soaking the both of them. 

“Tlaloc, she gets fucking wet!”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” K’uk’ulkan laughs, taking another hit. “You’re taking him so well, Princess.”

Shuri is making incoherent sounds as her pussy gets pummeled by another god-king, one who wasn’t as delicate as K’uk’ulkan tried to be. She hears her juices splattering on the ground, so embarrassing to her but such a turn on to them that she doesn’t care. Her nails scratch the ground as he picks up the pace, and when she catches K’uk’ulkan’s tip glistening with his pre-cum, she moans extra loud for him, adding more of an arch in her back. 

“Perfect form,” he praises. “Perfect fucking form. I know it’s hard, but don’t come in her.”

Quetzalcoatl somehow manages to obey, pulling out at the last section and drenching her ass with his crystal white semen. She collapses onto the ground she soaked while Quetzalcoatl gathers both of their release into one steady stream, cleaning it off her in a non traditional way. 

“You’re a sick bastard,” K’uk’ulkan comments with a laugh, while Shuri has no idea what’s going on until Quetzalcoatl tells her, 

“Flip over and open your mouth.”

As soon as she’s on her back, a stream of white and translucent fluids enter her mouth, filling it up so much that she has to swallow multiple times to keep it from falling out. It’s both salty, bitter, and sweet, a combination of their release. 

Quetzalcoatl hovers over her as he cups her swollen cunt, healing it and whispering to her, knowing that K’uk’ulkan can hear.

“If you enjoyed that taste, imagine when he pours himself into you.” 

He leaves her there, breathing heavily and trembling. Quetzalcoatl appears behind K’uk’ulkan, holding him by the throat as he teases his round ass with his fat tip before fingers begin to enter. K’uk’ulkan’s eyes flicker up, and Quetzalcoatl smirks down at him. 

“What are you doing?” he murmurs.

Quetzalcoatl doesn’t respond as he pulls his fingers out and pushes them back in. It doesn’t take much to prepare a god-king, who can handle everything, but K’uk’ulkan is still deserving of pleasure. It is a lesson for the young queen to learn. 

“Seems you get just as wet as your bride.”

K’uk’ulkan’s lip captures between his teeth and eyes become blurry. He can’t remember the last time he was fucked by Quetzalcoatl or any man for that matter. A pussy satisfies him endlessly, and Shuri’s is an addiction already, but there’s something about getting thoroughly fucked in the ass that K’uk’ulkan takes guilty pleasure in. 

His breath hitches when Quetzalcoatl pulls his fingers out abruptly, only to speed up when Quetzalcoatl slides between his parted legs and puts his cock at K’uk’ulkan’s wet, stretched hole. He doesn't bother asking if K’uk’ulkan is ready, it's more than obvious that he is. Quetzalcoatl thrusts inside, moaning when K’uk’ulkan’s heat wraps around his cock.

Shuri sits upright, her cunt aching at the sight of two very strong, very attractive god-kings fucking. She’s more focused on K’uk’ulkan, who has Quetzalcoatl stroking his big cock while getting his ass pounded, who is covered in sweat and gritting his teeth and making all sorts of delicious sounds that she’s horny all over again, even without smoking anything. 

She crawls towards K’uk’ulkan on her knees, then gently removes Quetzalcoatl’s hand in place of her own. When K’uk’ulkan grimaces down at her, she smiles at him sweetly.

“Princess…”

“I’ll take good care of you,” she whispers, stroking him firmly, then she cleans his tip with her tongue. 

K’uk’ulkan is losing his fucking mind, his panting too heavy and too intense. Both of his pleasure points are being stimulated at the same time, and seeing that innocent, beautiful face of his soon-to-be wife worshiping him with that hot mouth has his stomach clenching and coiling, especially the deeper she takes him. Quetzalcoatl licks then whispers into his ear,

“Fuck her face. See what she’s made of. You deserve the very best.”

That snaps something within him. K’uk’ulkan quickly grabs the back of Shuri’s head and fucks into her mouth harder, and harder, and harder, seeing her eyes roll back as she chokes on his cock and gives up, letting him use her until he comes with a snarl, flooding her mouth with so much cum that it’s inflating her cheeks and pouring down her chin. 

Quetzalcoatl just barely manages to keep his thrusts even throughout K’uk’ulkan’s orgasm, but his rhythm falters as K’uk’ulkan’s body goes tight around him and seconds later he's coming as well, pumping his seed deep into K’uk’ulkan’s body.

Shuri manages to swallow down what K’uk’ulkan gave her, and as sweet as it was, she’s too aroused and needy. It only worsens when K’uk’ulkan drops to his knees and caresses her throat, healing it. 

“Princess… Forgive me. I—“

She pounces on him, pressing her lips against him and lowering him onto his back. They make out passionately as she gets him inside of her, and K’uk’ulkan allows her to do whatever she desires after that, humping him as he remains still except for his fingers that trickle down her backside. He spreads her cheeks open and begins circling her rim with a light finger. 

“My love,” he murmurs to her lips when she gasps, not caring if it’s too soon or too weak to say that. “I want you to feel so full. I want to see what you can handle.” 

She nods with tears in her eyes, going back to kiss him, allowing whatever the hell is happening to continue.

Quetzalcoatl takes over K’uk’ulkan’s prepping, burying his face in Shuri’s ass and eating it. She’s a very clean woman, very clean and tight and maybe she has an attitude but who would want someone boring as a wife, anyway?

Shuri humps K’uk’ulkan again and again the best she can with Quetzalcoatl’s tongue inside her. She screams on her king’s cock and pelvis multiple times, and is spurred on by him to keep going, to test her limits, to prove herself without knowing that she’s already everything K’uk’ulkan could have wanted and more. 

Growing eager with need, Quetzalcoatl snaps his fingers. Shuri’s head falls onto K’uk’ulkan’s chest, unconscious. 

K’uk’ulkan glares up at Quetzalcoatl, who is getting ready to enter Shuri. 

“What was that for!?” 

“You know as well as I do that she’s going to be in a great deal of discomfort until I’m all the way inside. I’ll wake her once her body has adjusted. This is a favor, K’uk’ulkan, and one very out of character for me. Be grateful that she’s worth it.” 

K’uk’ulkan relaxes, and murmurs his thanks as he kisses the top of Shuri’s head. He rises with her, plunged deep inside as he wraps her legs around him. He flies upward with Quetzalcoatl, who works his way into Shuri’s ass, and the two god-kings float with the princess nestled in between them. They fuck her unconscious for a few minutes, finding their rhythm, groaning at the way their cocks move inside her simultaneously. 

Knowing Quetzalcoatl won’t let her fall, K’uk’ulkan has one hand leave her thigh to hold onto the side of her neck, keeping her head upright as he kisses her softly, admiring her face as she gets fucked by two cocks. 

“You’re in love,” Quetzalcoatl comments, and K’uk’ulkan nods. 

“I am.”

“Can’t say I don’t blame you. Shall I awaken your queen?”

“Please. I want her to know how proud I am.”

With a snap of Quetzalcoatl’s fingers, Shuri’s eyes open wide and she screams for only a split second before she realizes what’s happening… 

And how full she feels… 

“Oh, Bast,” she breathes, quickly aroused once her body connects with her mind. She’s in the air, surrounded by the god-kings, two holes full of pulsing, large cocks. “I…” She doesn’t know what to say. She ends up giggling from how amazing it all is, but that quickly turns into a sultry moan when K’uk’ulkan and Quetzalcoatl fuck her as hard as she assumes they were doing while she blacked out. 

“I am so proud and honored to have you as my queen,” K’uk’ulkan grunts as his cock grazes her cervix with each delicious inward trust. “There’s nobody else it could have been.” 

The sharp slaps of flesh on flesh fill her ears, the intoxicating scent of their sex fills the air. Her fingers are claws, her toes are curling. She can feel the tension inside her building, building, building until sparks dance along the edge of her vision and she spirals into the best orgasm of the night. Quetzalcoatl’s cock pulses hot and long in her ass until he fills it with his cum, and the feeling of both of them coming has K’uk’ulkan’s orgasm being the most intense, exploding inside Shuri. 

They collapse onto the floor, both of the god-kings keeping Shuri safe. She’s leaking onto the blankets from both ends, unable to catch her breath, blinking away her tears. 

“Wow… Wow…”

Because yeah, wow.

Just wow.

She would believe this was some sick sex dream if she weren’t hurting everywhere. 

Quetzalcoatl is the next to speak, standing up and changing into his armor. 

“I should return to my kingdom now. Thank you for a glorious night, Princess Shuri.”

She waves lazily at him, not watching him exit the hut. K’uk’ulkan stares down at her with pride and tenderness. 

“I should return you to your kingdom as well.”

“No. I don’t want to leave.” Shuri grabs his face, pouting. “Keep me here.”

Oh, how K’uk’ulkan would hold the ceremony in a few minutes and make her his wife immediately and never return her to the surface. But it’s difficult when there’s an alliance with protocols.

“You may stay until sunrise. I’m going to say goodbye to Quetzalcoatl and prepare a steam bath for us.” 

She gives him a grateful kiss, then K’uk’ulkan exits the hut to catch Quetzalcoatl before he dives into the cenote. 

“So what is your opinion on surface women now?”

Quetzalcoatl grins. “I loved that particular one. I enjoyed her so much that I might kill the king and queen of Wakanda and start a harem with those like her.”

K’uk’ulkan sends Quetzalcoatl collapsing to the ground, contorting his body and momentarily paralyzing him until Quetzalcoatl chokes out,

“I was joking!”

“No, you weren’t. If you’re going to start collecting surface women, do it somewhere other than Wakanda.” 

Chapter Text

It did not take long for Queen Shuri of Talokan to give birth to a prince. 

She named him Uuka, and today is his first birthday. After many hours of celebrating in Wakanda, a much more secluded party is being held inside the sacred caves…

Much to King K’uk’ulkan’s chagrin. 

He does not enjoy it when there are several people occupying his most personal space, but Shuri looked too proud and cute for him to deny her anything. 

He holds his curly haired cherub in his arms, observing everyone that surrounds them. There are several handmaidens and their children, some soldiers, Attuma and Namora, and Quetzalcoatl, who has brought his wife along with him. 

Rather than starting a harem, Quetzalcoatl went off and found himself a singular surface woman who pleased him. 

At least, that’s what K’uk’ulkan believed. 

The corners of his lips begin to twitch when he notices Quetzalcoatl checking out Queen Shuri. 

Those two haven’t had sex since their threesome, and K’uk’ulkan always suspected Quetzalcoatl hasn’t gotten Shuri out of his head since then. Truly, who couldn’t? Her cunt is so divine, and her body has developed after giving birth, making her more of a temptation. He already has to threaten his soldiers  whenever she brings her sexy ass to the small island where they train. He doesn’t want to have to threaten Quetzalcoatl, too. 

“This has been a very lovely celebration, Aj K’uk’ulkan.”

He glances down at Queen Nenetl, noticing her large breasts that are squished together as she holds her six month old, Xopili. She’s also pregnant with a second boy. 

“Thank you. How’s your pregnancy coming along?”

She blinks her dark brown eyes. “You are asking about my health?”

“Yes?” K’uk’ulkan laughs, then stops. She doesn’t seem used to affection or acknowledgement, and Quetzalcoatl is not that good at either. “Your heartbeats are strong. You’re doing great.”

She smiles the brightest he’s seen yet. 

“Thank you…” His ears hear her pulse quickening. “Shall we set the babies down so they can play together?” 

Quetzalcoatl clenches his jaw when he sees Nenetl and K’uk’ulkan on the ground together. Charming bastard has her giggling and aroused. There’s a reason he doesn’t bring Nenetl by often. 

His eyes shift to Shuri, no longer feeling any guilt about blatantly checking her out. She’s wearing a very tight and very short black dress, with several pieces of golden serpent jewelry adorning her arms, legs, and neck. She sticks her ass out as she fixes things on the dessert table, and Quetzalcoatl stands right behind it. 

“Not the most appropriate dress to be wearing in front of men who aren’t your husband, hm?” 

She glares over her shoulder at him. His gaze is drawn to her lips, which have never been afraid to give him some attitude that nobody else dares to try on him. 

“And why do you think I care about your opinion on what I wear when K’uk’ulkan doesn’t give a damn!?”

That mouth… 

She gets away with so much. 

Too much. 

It seems that K’uk’ulkan kept his word about allowing his precious queen to keep her autonomy. 

“Watch yourself, u yatan K’uk’ulkan. I don’t tolerate a fraction of what your husband allows you to get away with.” 

She sticks her tongue out at him. Quetzalcoatl absently licks his lips and observes her again as she resumes fixing up the table. He absolutely cannot stand this woman, and how quickly she switches up to being a sweetheart when small children run over asking their queen for treats that she has baked for them. That smile…

Where was it just now when they were speaking!? 

Quetzalcoatl glances at K’uk’ulkan, catching his friend staring deeply into the eyes of Nenetl. His sensitive ears pick up the conversation; boring talk about parenthood, and yet Nenetl is aroused by him. 

Not that Quetzalcoatl can blame her. 

It’s K’uk’ulkan. 

And typically he would begin planning ways to punish her for it, but Quetzalcoatl thinks of something far better than punishment. 

Yes…

K’uk’ulkan fucked nothing but curvaceous women before meeting and marrying Shuri. Quetzalcoatl knows that his friend is dying to get his hands on Nenetl, though he’d never admit it. Maybe K’uk’ulkan himself doesn’t realize that’s what he wants, and he needs Quetzalcoatl to make an offer. 

But Quetzalcoatl also vehemently refuses to not receive anything in return, and will not make that specific offer in his mind until he’s certain that Queen Shuri will give in.

“Cihuātlahtoāni,” he murmurs, and Shuri turns to face him, her eyebrows squished together.

“What does that mean?”

“Princess…” Quetzalcoatl steps forward, a hand caressing her cheek. He observes her eyes growing wide and listens to K’uk’ulkan’s pulse quicken at Shuri being touched by another man. “You remember that first night you were ever in these caves, don’t you? I do. I remember it so often. I remember how you feel… how wet you become—“ 

“This party is over!” K’uk’ulkan roars suddenly, causing some of the children and women to gasp and scream. “Everyone exit my caves at once!” 

Quetzalcoatl laughs and leans against a rock after letting Shuri go. He briefly felt how her cheek turned hot at his words before she broke away to yell at her husband. 

“You can’t just end our son’s first birthday party!” 

“Oh, I certainly can when you’re over there letting Quetzalcoatl touch you!” 

“As if you weren’t eye-fucking my wife,” Quetzalcoatl snaps back, and those daggers sent his way by his dearest friend sends shivers of both fear and pleasure down his spine. 

K’uk’ulkan pulls Shuri into him with an arm around her waist, and Quetzalcoatl hears every whispered word he speaks into her ear. 

“I was doing no such thing and you know that.”

“Be fucking for real, Ch’ah. I’ve been checking out her tits since she popped up in these caves. I don’t care if you were checking her out, too, and I don’t care that Quetzalcoatl was flirting with me. I love you, idiot. And I know you love me. Some of us aren’t insecure.” 

“I’m not insecure, atan! You don’t understand anything because you’re young and naive! You don’t care about losing me because I’m still new to you, whereas I have been waiting centuries for you!” 

“Oh… Oh, K’uk’ulkan…I forget how romantic you can be…”

Quetzalcoatl rolls his eyes when Shuri gushes at the hissed statement. When kissing sounds follow, he walks over to Nenetl, who has been trying to avoid eye contact with everyone as she watches the babies play. 

“Take Shuri and the princes across the bridge. I need to have a conversation with him.” 

Nenetl rises, adjusting her clothes as she does so. She stares down at his feet as she mumbles,

“I was only trying to be cordial with Aj K’uk’ulkan… Please do not punish me for it. I know who I belong to.” 

Quetzalcoatl cups her chin, angling her head back for their eyes to meet. She lacks Shuri’s attitude and fire, but she’s obedient and submissive, and she makes an excellent queen.

And now, a bargaining chip. 

“On the contrary, Nene. You will be rewarded greatly for what you’ve done tonight.” He kisses her lips tenderly, then smiles as her eyes water with emotion. “Invite Shuri across the bridge. We will return to our home shortly.”

Quickly, she does what is asked, Uuka’s crying enough to break Shuri free from K’uk’ulkan’s exploratory tongue and death grip. As soon as the wives are gone, the ridges on K’uk’ulkan’s neck become dangerously pronounced. 

“What were you thinking, touching my wife like that when you know how protective and possessive I am of her?”

“While it’s a very attractive look, my friend, I apologize. I can not help myself…” Quetzalcoatl flashes his teeth at him. “I want to fuck your wife.” 

Quetzalcoatl braces himself for the fist that strikes his chin, and the subsequent tackle to the ground where he becomes pinned under the weight of a raging K’uk’ulkan. He quickly manipulates the blood within K’uk’ulkan’s body, keeping the other god-king’s fist frozen before it can strike him again as he stares at his teeth. 

“Calm yourself,” he whispers. “In return, I’d let you keep Nenetl for a night. She’s thicker and more submissive than Shuri is, something you once enjoyed thoroughly. Come on… I saw the lust in your eyes when speaking to her, and wouldn’t you enjoy making your queen envious? I know her lack of jealousy makes you question the strength of your love.”

When the fire in his gaze dies down, K’uk’ulkan has control over his own body once more. He lowers his fist. 

“My wife does love me.” 

“But now it can be proven, no? If she acts nonchalant over you fucking my gorgeous, sexy wife all night long, then you’ll have an answer. Besides, giving them a…” Quetzalcoatl moves his hand around as he tries to remember the term he once heard. “…hall pass to sleep with another man might prevent them from having affairs in the future.”

He can see the gears turning in his friend’s head, but K’uk’ulkan quietly says,

“I’ll only agree if they do.” 

“Fantastic. I’ll take Nenetl home to give us a chance to discuss this in private with them.” 

After their guests leave and Uuka has been put to sleep, K’uk’ulkan hugs Shuri from behind as she stands outside of the hut. He kisses the side of her neck as his hands roam the entirety of the front of her body, groping at her breasts and cupping her warm pussy. She presses her ass against his erection and giggles.

“Think you could get away with ruining a party by loving up on me?”

“Yes,” he murmurs, then bites down, causing her to groan and become wetter already. It’s no wonder Quetzalcoatl wants to fuck her. “Atan, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“Oh?” she purrs, stirring him on further. “Am I in trouble?” 

“Quetzalcoatl and I are interested in swapping wives for a night.” 

She spins around suddenly, and the way her eyes darken has him both aroused and curious. Is she angry about having to sleep with Quetzalcoatl, or knowing he’ll sleep with Nenetl? 

“Swapping wives!?”

“We both agree that it would be healthy and beneficial for you and Nenetl to be given a free chance to have an affair with someone we trust.”

Her arms cross. “Oh, so fucking her is something that interests you, huh? Couldn’t wait to jump on that opportunity, bozo!”

K’uk’ulkan fights back a smile. So she is capable of being jealous. 

“Ilanga,” he calls her his sun in Xhosa, grabbing onto her hips. “From what I recall, you thoroughly enjoyed having sex with Quetzalcoatl during our threesome. Now you’ll have him all to yourself.”

“Mmhm,” she huffs, and the more worked up she becomes, the hornier he gets. “And we’ll get to see who fucks better between the two of us, hm? Who’ll become more destroyed, Quetzalcoatl or Nenetl!”

His gaze lowers to her chest. She has wet spots forming on her dress from her nipples leaking breast milk. What a good mother she is, feeding their little prince for an entire year. He needs to put another baby inside her before this swap can begin, because he doubts Quetzalcoatl will pull out once he’s deep in her. 

“Exactly,” he hisses as he languidly pushes her dress up. It doesn’t take much for him to be squeezing her ass. She really did wear a short dress today, and as insane as it makes him, he loves her provocative outfits. He loves everything about her. “And we both know it’ll be Nenetl.”

She laughs, and it’s full of sarcasm. “Okay.” Now she nods her head. K’uk’ulkan’s lips curl as his thumbs hook around the waistband of her panties. “Okay. I don’t want to hear nothing from you after I rock Quetzalcoatl’s world.”

The panties descend her thighs. 

“You will not be taking any pill tonight. It’s time for our second baby to be made.” He spins her and bends her over on the dessert table. “You must be pregnant before this swap occurs.”

The only man ever blessing her womb is him. 

He pulls his cock out and gathers her slick with the fat tip.  His beautiful wife sways her ass like the dancer she is, encouraging him to push it all the way in as she looks back at him.

“You better break this damn table.”

Nenetl bites back a moan, trying not to be too loud as her husband massages her shoulders. She isn’t used to affectionate gestures out of the blue. She must’ve pleased him with whatever she did at that party. 

She sits on his lap with her back facing him. She glances down to see his hands slide to her breasts, squeezing them so hard that milk leaks from her nipples. He rubs the warm liquid all over her tits, making them glisten. 

“Are you ready to hear about your reward?”

“This isn’t it?” Nenetl gasps as he massages her aching breasts further in the way that always pleasures her far too strongly. Her arousal drips from her naked cunt, coating his thigh. 

“No. You’re going to be K’uk’ulkan’s mistress for a singular night.” His tongue licks the shell of her ear. “Queen Shuri will be mine.”

“That’s…” Nenetl squeezes her watery eyes shut. The wrong thing said, and she’ll be regretting it deeply. “I do not want to be anyone’s mistress. I am your wife, dutifully.” 

“And it is your duty to always do what I say and not question it.” Quetzalcoatl laughs when he switches her around, wanting to look at her face. “You act as though it is a punishment to be fucked by K’uk’ulkan. It is an honor to be the object of his affection.” 

Again, she’s too terrified to say anything. K’uk’ulkan is immensely attractive, yes. But Quetzalcoatl is her husband, and she has had it forced into her that there’s nobody else for her, that wanting to explore another person is absolutely forbidden. 

“Look at me, wife.”

Her eyelids slowly flutter open. Quetzalcoatl smoothes his thumb along her cheekbone, and the rare tenderness has her lip quivering. 

“In the end, you have no choice. Now let me feast on you before I have that thin body to deal with.”

He latches onto her nipple and sucks so hard that she’s seeing stars behind her eyelids. 

K’uk’ulkan’s uncertainty about this entire ordeal worsened when he sent Shuri off on his orca. He has spent the last three weeks until she produced a positive pregnancy test loving her both sexually and romantically, letting her know how much she means to him, and when she left today to be delivered to Quetzalcoatl, he could see the hurt in her eyes that she has been denying. 

He wants her jealous. 

Not in pain, not to feel like this is betrayal. 

Then he remembers that his best friend is going to be inside of her, and K’uk’ulkan’s unease turns into determination to give Nenetl the best sex of her life tonight out of pettiness. Quetzalcoatl won’t hold back on Shuri, and therefore, K’uk’ulkan will do the same. 

His ears twitch and he glances to the left as he stands on the small island where he occasionally trains his soldiers. His orca emerges from the water, carrying Nenetl on her back. The queen climbs off and swims the small distance towards land, where K’uk’ulkan grabs her hand tightly to pull her up. Her blue dress has loosened up during the trip, the top becoming so low that the start of her large areolas are visible. K’uk’ulkan stares at the veins underneath the delicate skin of her tits before he kisses her hand that he’s holding. 

“Queen Nenetl, welcome to my island.” 

“I am surprised we are meeting here,” she tells him softly, her big brown eyes lighting up when she meets his gaze. “I thought we’d be in your caves.”

“Oh, we’ll get there as the night progresses,” he laughs as he places a hand on her lower back and guides her towards the picnic blanket he set up. “A lady deserves a proper date first, no?” 

She blinks. “A…date?”

“Yes…? Don’t tell me Quetzalcoatl has never taken you on a date before.”

“Well…No, he hasn’t. Unless our wedding day counts.” 

He suddenly feels more sorry for her than usual. He offers her a small smile as he lowers her onto the blanket. 

“No, it doesn’t. Enjoy this one with me, then. Shuri and I go on dates constantly.” 

“She tells me about it when we see one another,” Nenetl sighs, brushing her hair off to the side and wringing the water out of it. “She loves you, K’uk’ulkan.”

He can’t contain his lips from curling back further. “She talks about me?”

“Almost always. She loves the dates you two go on, how romantic you are, what a wonderful father you are to Uuka and how great you were during her pregnancy, how you’re always putting her needs first, how you…” Nenetl heats up. “How you make love to her. That’s what she enjoys the most, I think.” 

K’uk’ulkan can’t break his grin as he takes the chocolate-covered strawberries out of the basket. He commands Nenetl to open her mouth, and as he feeds her, he studies her eyes. She’s already aroused. The aphrodisiac isn’t necessary, but the soft moan she gives as she eats from his hand is too good to pass. So he feeds her another, observing the juice from the fruit dripping down her chin and her tongue on her lips as she licks the chocolate off. 

“And what about you, Nenetl? Do you enjoy the way Quetzalcoatl makes love to you?”

“Are you going to repeat what I say?”

He dips his head to lick the strawberry juice off the column of her throat. He inhales the scent of her skin as goosebumps form. Salty from the sea, yet sweet from a floral perfume. He lifts his head again to shake it while she’s catching her breath. 

“What happens tonight stays between us… and my atan. I want to make her jealous by telling her everything that will happen tonight.”

“Is that why you agreed to this?”

“There are a few reasons. You are very sexy, Nenetl. I very much look forward to touching your body.” 

“Oh, my,” she whispers, heartbeat always quickening. She’s easy to seduce. “Well… To answer your previous question, Quetzalcoatl pleasures me greatly. He’s… blessed and knowledgeable and strong.”

“I’ve felt him inside of me. I understand.”

“Oh!” Nenetl clears her throat. “Um… Ah, he’s wonderful. But I wish that it would feel more like making love rather than…fucking.”

She whispers that word as though she has never been allowed to curse. K’uk’ulkan places another strawberry in between her plush lips and finds her ear. 

“You’re here to get fucked tonight, Nenetl, but I’ll treat you to love making to start this off.” He laughs when she melts into him. There’s so much heat coming from her. “My Shuri is not submissive and she’s certainly not obedient. So all I ask is that you’re a very good girl for me, Nene, and to listen. Will you do that for me?”

She’s nodding repeatedly when he pulls away. He smirks, knowing she’s right under his thumb and where he wants her. His guilt doesn’t exist when he knows how naughty his wife is being at this very moment. Oh, it’s going to take everything in him not to kill both her and Quetzalcoatl, but he supposes penetrating Nenetl tonight will help with that frustration. 

“Was he your first?”

“Yes,” the nineteen-year old whispers, and K’uk’ulkan strokes her thick thigh.

“Now he won’t be your only.” 

She releases the breath she didn’t know she was holding, hand now moving from his shoulder to cup his cheek. “May I kiss you, King K’uk’ulkan?”

“I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

Wordlessly, she licks her lips and leans in, closing the distance between them. His eyes shut in anticipation, and when their lips meet, it’s softer than he expects. 

He cradles her face in his hands, moving his lips against hers. She lets him guide her and follows his pace as he takes her top lip between his gently, making her heart swell. 

“I did not know that someone like you could ever be so tender,” she murmurs, and K’uk’ulkan smiles before going in again. 

Like a flower, she blossoms under his touch, each kiss unfurling another petal until she falls into his embrace, now in full bloom. Arms wrapped around his neck, she runs a hand through his hair, tilting her head and deepening the kiss.

Nenetl sighs contently as she breaks away, face now flushed as she catches her breath. 

“You’re truly going to make love to me?”

“Making love is not the correct term, Nene. That is reserved for Mrs. Shuri Almehen. But I will be caring. For now. I’ll take very, very good care of my best friend’s wife.” 

“Kiss me again,” Nenetl pleads, her voice breathy yet full of want, and he quickly indulges her, pressing another kiss to her lips, deeper and rougher this time, tongue lightly tracing it. 

They fall to the ground together, the picnic forgotten about. 

This next kiss is laced with a hint of desperation that makes her stomach twist into knots. She returns his kisses, tongue occasionally parting his lips. He then presses a kiss to her cheek and then her jaw. He pauses, and her heart skips a beat when his hand drops down to her waist. 

Nenetl moans as the god-king begins nipping and gently lapping at the exposed skin of her neck, just above her collar, as he lays her down onto the ground. Her entire body shudders when he drags his tongue up to her jaw.

“You enjoy that,” he whispers into her ear before sucking another mark into her skin. The hand on her waist begins to wander dangerously before settling on the exposed skin of her thigh, right below the hem of her dress.

His hands are searing hot on her skin. Fingers dig into her thighs as he continues gently nipping and lapping at the skin of her neck, eliciting soft moans from her lips.

“It feels wrong to enjoy this…”

His lips find their way to hers again, mouth hot and heady against hers as his tongue parts her lips. He then presses a kiss to her jaw, a hand now groping a large breast. 

“Don’t think about it too much. Your husband is fucking my wife. Let me play with his queen.” 

His words hit her like waves crashing against a shore, and a breath catches in her throat. Desire bubbles up in her chest, but all she can do is hold him in place as his eyes intensely gaze into hers.

“Okay,” she swallows. “I will.”

His lips find their way to her neck again, and she can’t help but gasp when his tongue drags across her skin. His fingers are tearing the fabric of her dress, which she decides was bound to happen, knowing that she’d spend the night as naked as she always does with her husband. She bucks her hips up against his, chasing some relief for the growing ache between her legs. In response, he rolls his hips, sending a shock of pleasure straight to her core, now throbbing and wet with desire. 

“What are you willing to give me?” K’uk’ulkan asks once she’s completely exposed. A chill travels down her spine when his mouth hovers over her hardened nipple.

“Everything,” she breathes out before he presses a kiss to her breast and takes her nipple in his mouth, tongue circling around it.

The sensation sends another spark of pleasure through her body, and she can’t help but whine softly into her hand as he continues teasing her. A hand fondles her other breast, gently kneading it. She throws her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Her clit throbs as she fantasizes about what’s going to happen next. It’s scandalous and feels so wrong despite being given an order by Quetzalcoatl and having Shuri’s blessing, but she wants it so bad it aches, an all too familiar wetness beginning to pool between her legs.

She grabs his face and kisses him fervently, and he melts into her, returning her kisses eagerly. His hands roam across her body, from her waist, up to her breasts, before settling on her cheek. Something stiff presses against her thigh, and she feels electricity thrumming through her veins. She needs him to kiss the ache he’s giving her, to make her feel better. 

And as though he’s a mind reader, K’uk’ulkan’s eyes grow a shade darker as he proceeds to pepper her body with kisses all the way down her chest and to her stomach. Nothing could’ve ever prepared her for how good it feels when he plants a kiss right where her clit is. A whimper escapes her lips, and she bucks her hips.

“K’uk’ulkan,” she sighs as she covers her face with her hands, and when he chuckles, she decides to look down at him. A breath hitches in her throat as he licks his lips. The look in his eyes is so intense, so visceral, so hungry, she doesn’t know what to do with herself anymore. 

No wonder Shuri is madly in love with him. 

His tongue laps at the sensitive nub between her legs, and a shock of pleasure shoots through her body. She fails to conceal her moans as he’s pleasuring her with his tongue. The sensation is so intense she almost goes into shock, an incoming eruption pulsating and building as he circles his tongue around her clit before dragging it across her folds. He prods her entrance, and her fingers pull at his thick hair, coaxing him to go harder, deeper, and when he pushes his tongue in, she moans loudly and unrestrained as her back arches off the ground.

Nenetl fists a bundle of grass to her side, desperately needing to ground herself as he continues shallowly thrusting his tongue in and out. The world around her blurs, and all she knows now is the feeling of his hot tongue inside of her and the pleasure dangerously building in her core. She’s crying when he moves to pleasure her clit again, tongue languidly dragging across the bundle of nerves. 

A finger slides into her with ease, and she trembles under his touch, hips raising off the ground with each and every stroke. K’uk’ulkan sits up, leaning over until he can caress her face with his free hand. He kisses her passionately, mouth muffling her moans as he adds another finger.

She can taste herself on his lips, and the realization sends her body into a frenzy. Her walls tighten around his fingers, and the pleasure grows so intense her toes curl. When she comes, his name is stuck in her throat as waves of pleasure erupt throughout her entire body. Everything goes white until she comes to her senses again. She opens her eyes and finds him hovering over her, eyes so full of lust she thinks he might devour her. 

“I want to touch you,” she blurts out as she cries. “P-Please… He never lets me…” 

K’uk’ulkan guides her hand to his shorts-covered erection, groaning when she palms it. She thought that after coming, this terrible ache would leave, but it has increased as she feels how truly hung her best friend’s husband is. She fears the only thing that’s going to save her from this torment he’s putting her through is to be filled to the brim with his hard cock, pounding her senselessly into the ground.

“I need you,” she whimpers in between kisses, fingers desperately tugging at his waistband. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Sounding like my Shuri,” he replies as he frees his writhing cock from its confines. Nenetl shakily exhales when she feels the tip press against her entrance. “So demanding.” 

She gasps as he pushes the tip in, hands wandering to his shoulders for support as he pulls out fully before thrusting back in a little deeper this time, continuing until he sinks into her fully, all the way to the hilt. There are no words to describe how it feels to have him like this, between her legs and stretching out her walls.

Shuri’s husband. The king of Talokan. Her husband’s closest companion. 

Inside of her.

He slowly thrusts into her, drawing out soft gasps of pleasure with every stroke.

“You feel so good,” she moans as she pulls him closer until their bodies are pressed flush against each other. He buries his face against her neck, pressing soft kisses to her throat, making good of his promise to take care of her.

“Let me fuck you harder,” he growls when he notices her legs wrapping around him tighter, her hips bucking upwards to try to match his pace. “You’ve been taking Quetzalcoatl’s cock for over a year now.” A hand smacks her ass and she groans. “Come on, Nene. Your pussy is begging for it.”

She cannot take it anymore. 

“Fuck me harder, K’uk’ulkan!” 

He pulls out, then chuckles at the way she whines before slamming back into her. She yelps and throws her head back as he fucks her, cock thrusting faster and edging her closer and closer to another orgasm. His pace is unrelenting, and she releases all of her inhibitions, legs struggling to keep their hold around his waist as she moans his name.

“I want to hear it again,” he breathes out before sucking another mark into her neck. “My name.”

Nails rake across his back as she cries out in pleasure, tears beginning to well up in her eyes when he hits that spot just right. “Kuk,” she moans in between thrusts, so out of breath she’s not sure if she managed to even vocalize it fully. “K’uk’ulkan…”

“Not that name.” He grunts as he continues pounding into her with his cock. “I want to hear you say Namor.” 

Trapped in a bliss-induced haze, she struggles to comprehend what he just asked of her. She has heard Shuri call him Ch’ah when they’re arguing, but never Namor. It sounds so sexy. 

“Namor…” She repeats his name, memorizing how it feels on her tongue. “Namor.”

“Chaac, you have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He kisses her frantically, tongue parting her lips and brushing against the roof of her mouth. It’s like he’s sucking all the air out of her lungs, and she feels as if her entire body is on fire.

Oh, no wonder Shuri hardly ever visits when she has this at home. No wonder she’s always in a good mood. No wonder why she gives her husband an attitude and works him up. K’uk’ulkan gives pleasure that travels from the head down to the toes like an electric shock. 

Everything else has completely fades away; her guilt for enjoying this, the sound of dolphins splashing in the water, the cackling of the bonfire he started to keep her warm tonight, the romantic man….

She isn’t sure when the tears started flowing this hard, or when she started shouting his name hoarse, but she has no intention of stopping herself, not with the way he’s pounding into her, not with the way he’s filling her up so nicely with his hard cock.

A shaky hand finds its way into his hair, desperately combing through his locks as another squeezes his bicep. Her pleasure continues to grow, back arching upwards as he pushes her to the edge.

When she comes again, it’s even more intense than the first time. It’s like an explosion; she can feel it from her fingers all the way down to the tips of her toes. Her walls pulsate around his cock, as if trying to swallow him whole, as waves of pleasure rip through her entire body. Her body convulses beneath him, legs trembling as they release him from their grasp and fall to the ground.

Just as she is about to catch her breath, he plunges into her again, pace haphazard as he desperately chases his own orgasm. She’s so sensitive it’s unbearable, but it feels so good. Searching for something, anything, to ground her, she buries her face into his shoulder and bites down, muffling her sobs.

“Fuck,” he groans, long and drawn out, as her teeth dig into his skin.

Her mind goes blank, and the only thought she can conjure is so good, so good, so good as his cock slams into her, driving her closer to another orgasm. She moans his name, Namor flowing past her lips with ease like a prayer. With every thrust, she finds it harder to speak coherently, and all she can do is sob when she comes again.

As waves of pleasure continue to rip through her body, he reaches his first of many climaxes tonight, cock throbbing and pulsating as he empties itself inside of her, hot seed spilling out onto her walls as he moans her name, a sound so sweet she cannot wait to hear it all night long. His cock remains hard in her cunt as he catches his breath, and his cum feels so hot as it pools inside of her.

“The caves,” he murmurs in her ear. “Need you again.”

The bodies of both K’uk’ulkan and Nenetl are drenched in sweat as they fuck inside of his sacred hut for the umpteenth time. They sit on the edge of the hammock as he thrusts up into her, watching her plump ass bounce on his lap while her body is trembling from her endless orgasms it’s been wracked with. 

Her head falls in the space between his jawline and shoulder, and he’s able to look down at her blissed-out and glistening face. He slips his fingers into her mouth and fucks her harder when she instinctively sucks, hollowing her cheeks and moaning. 

It’s nice traveling back to his old ways temporarily, where a woman with a fat ass and breasts allows him to have his way with her. In return, Nenetl has the kind of attentive sex her husband denies her of, always wanting his pleasure to come first. 

Not K’uk’ulkan. 

He has her soaked and quivering from all that he’s done to her, showing her that sex can be as romantic as it is filthy. 

He rests his chin on her shoulder as they stare into the mirror while he fucks her, seeing those heavy breasts jiggling and leaking milk. 

The hand that was previously pumping against her clit rises upward to feel the meat of one, and he sighs into her ear. 

“I see why your husband got you pregnant again so quickly… Your body is always ready for breeding, isn’t it? So beautiful and plentiful…” His pulse is strong inside her, and despite pouring more cum within those silky walls, he continues to fuck upward. “Come back here again. Next time, with my wife. She’ll take care of you, too.”

Nenetl pushes his fingers out with her tongue and squeezes her eyes shut as she’s wracked with another orgasm. K’uk’ulkan kisses her cheek affectionately until she tells him, 

“Quetzalcoatl wouldn’t allow that…”

“Bring him.”

She gives him a stunning smile, then finds his ear. 

“Sometimes, he likes to make me unconscious and do things to me… in particular, my ass. You can do that, if you want…” 

His eyes harden, his lips flatten, his movements cease. 

What if he’s doing that to his Shuri? He has once before, but woke her up mid-fuck. K’uk’ulkan never considered that Quetzalcoatl would violate his wife… 

“Give me a moment, beautiful. I need to make a call.”

He pulls out of her and catches her before she can fall to the floor. After lying her onto the hammock gently, he steps outside and uses the beads from Wakanda to contact his wife, who is currently on the other side of the ocean. Relief floods him when Shuri’s face appears on the small hologram. She’s covered in sweat as he is, and her lips are swollen. 

“Is everything alright, iicham? Is Uuka okay?”

“Namora still has him. I…” He arches an eyebrow at the sight of a naked handmaiden entering the room behind her. “Enjoying yourself?” 

“I think your friend is going to be a changed man after this.” 

K’uk’ulkan laughs. She’s learned so much from him. He couldn’t be prouder.

“I’m going to continue fucking the shit out of your friend, atan.” His grin widens when her nostrils flare. “I’ll see you in the morning, my love.” 

He hangs up abruptly, turning his device off for good, knowing that Shuri can handle Quetzalcoatl just fine. When he returns to the hut, Nenetl is lying on the floor with her ass lifted. 

“Fuck…”

“Come on, Namor,” she tempts him. “It’s okay. I trust you. I… I like knowing you’re enjoying me while I sleep.” 

Well…

How could he deny her now?

He connects with the blood inside her, sending it all rushing to her head and putting her into a peaceful sleep. He then kneels behind her, kneading her ass. How often he’s seen it in those dresses she wears, how often those hips sway as she passes by him… 

He spreads her cheeks apart and spits, leaving a shiny trail as he lets it flow out of his mouth and into her ass. He uses his index finger to fondle the hole, circling it then massaging the still tight muscle until it softens. He pushes in and pulls out, watching as the tiny hole relaxes more and more until three fingers fit. 

She’s ready. 

His cock is lubed up by her natural juices as from earlier, and he cups her pussy to gather more. He then spreads it on her hole to make her extra wet. 

"Thank you for being such a good girl," he says under his breath, stroking her with his thumb once more before he guides his cock to it and slowly presses forward.

Her rim opens for the head of his cock and then closes around his length. Not wanting her to be in too much pain later, he fucks her slowly, putting in what she can take. He sinks into her, seeing that pink rim hold on snuggly as though she’s made for it. 

"Nene," he moans as he looks at her body, so curvy and arched and motionless. He picks her up and makes her sit on top of him, her back leaning against his chest, her head falling to rest on his shoulder as she was doing earlier. 

Slamming into her from below, moans escape her lips, even more so when he uses his fingers to stimulate her clit. 

Quetzalcoatl does this for his own pleasure, and now K’uk’ulkan is, but he likes to think he’s doing it in a way where Nenetl enjoys it in this unconscious state, too.

He feels her anal walls clamp down on his cock as he rocks her clit with his middle finger, left and right. She is so wet, her moans becoming louder and her legs twitching.

Harder trusts into her ass and faster flicks against her clit have her coming, squeezing his cock so hard, milking him as she shivers. It feels like forever before he comes down from his own orgasm and even longer before she does. Her ass is holding onto his cock tightly and when she finally slumps back into his chest again, he pops out of her with a loud and wet sound.

After a few minutes of cuddling her and giving her grateful kisses, K’uk’ulkan places his friend’s wife on the hammock and gets a warm rag to clean her with. He smiles down at her when she slowly blinks her eyes open. 

“What are you doing?” she murmurs.

“After care. I’ll give you a massage soon with lots of oil before you rest, as well.”

“You’re so sweet,” she sniffles. It is hard not to pity her. She’s as young as Shuri is, but not used to receiving the love that Shuri gets. “I wish that Quetzalcoatl would treat me half as good as you do.”

“I have a feeling after tonight, that might change. My wife… is persuasive, to say the least. But you could also try voicing what you’d like more often, Nene. You’re frightened, but he may love that part of you.” 

She grabs his necklace suddenly, and his eyes widen. 

“What I’d like is your cock again, Namor.”

She pulls him down for a kiss.  

Quetzalcoatl observes as Shuri climbs off K’uk’ulkan’s orca and Nenetl climbs on. The outfit the Queen of Talokan is wearing is completely inappropriate.

Gold breast plates, a gold choker, her torso completely exposed, and a sheer black skirt around her hips with no underwear beneath it. He knows for a fact that K’uk’ulkan does not have her wear any sort of crown unless there’s a ceremony yet here she is, a tiara on her head as though she’s a royal in these caves. 

Attractive little brat. 

“Oh, Quetzalcoatl!” Shuri calls out as she searches the caves for him. “Come on out!” 

He emerges from where he’s been watching her, standing with his hands folded in front of him and clenching his jaw to prevent any sort of amused expression. 

He’s putting her in her place tonight.

“K’uk’ulkan said you wanted to fuck me, so what’s the plan? Where are you taking me?” 

“You will be remaining in these caves all night.” 

She sighs heavily, causing him to pinch his eyebrows together.

“You’re not taking me out on a date first!? No star gazing, no chocolate covered strawberries, no dancing!?”

“Why would I put in all that effort when you know exactly why you’re here!?” 

“Because a girl likes to be romanced! That’s what K’uk’ulkan would do!”

“I don’t romance. I seek pleasure, and there’s no pleasure in… eating strawberries and looking at stars! And lower your tone to a respectable level when you speak to me!” 

She rolls her eyes and saunters right by him. In utter disbelief, he’s chasing after her. 

“Well, now I know why Nenetl couldn’t wait to be with my K’uk’ulkan. That’s a real man who knows how to treat a woman. You’re just a creep who fucks.”

He grabs her waist and yanks her against him, counting each pulse he hears inside his head. 

“K’uk’ulkan has spoiled you rotten to make you believe you could speak to a god-king like that and get away with it.” 

“So what if I’m spoiled?” Shuri turns her head to look up at him. Those amber eyes never cease to rattle him. “It’s what I deserve for all that I do to and for my husband, but all of that is what he deserves, too. You don’t deserve shit. You’ve never even cooked Nenetl breakfast.” 

“And why would I do that when that’s her duty as my wife?” Quetzalcoatl grits, wondering how much trouble he’d be in if he snapped her neck and brought her back to life. 

“K’uk’ulkan does it for me on occasion. Sometimes, I’ll suck his cock while he does it if our son is asleep.” She smiles at him, looking so cute despite being so naughty. “Two meals in one sitting.” 

“And what do you know about sucking cock, little girl? I’m the one who taught you how, and even then, you weren’t that great. I hardly think that’s enough to have a god-king make you breakfast, much less put up with your attitude.” 

“You taught me, but my man helped me perfect it. Or, I did that on my own, really. K’uk’ulkan has been my test subject. My tasty, huge test subject.” 

She slips away from him, swaying those small hips as she struts towards his hut. He rubs his erection over his shorts and growls, disbelieving that he’s following her and that he’s this aroused by that little ass that’s visible through that sheer fabric. 

“I don’t believe someone as immature as you could be that great at blow jobs, dear. You might need to demonstrate.”

Shuri scoffs as she turns around. They’re now inside his hut together with the privacy curtain closed. 

“And why should I demonstrate on the man who’s the reason behind my husband fucking another woman right now?” 

“He only agreed to it because he believes your lack of jealousy equates to you not loving him. But he’s not standing here right now, seeing how dark your eyes are at the thought of him being with Nenetl…” Quetzalcoatl steps forward, caressing her cheek as he did at the party. “Envy is delicious on you. Why do you hide it from him?”

“Jealousy is a disease. It makes a person ugly. I know exactly who my husband is and what I have. If I were to get jealous over all the women and men giving him eyes in Talokan and Wakanda, I would be a mess and unpleasant to be around. It’s because I love him that I hide it so well… But your big booby wife ruined that, so thanks.”

Quetzalcoatl breathes in. Perhaps she’s more mature than he gives her credit for. 

“You’re welcome. Though I feel sorry for you… My wife could very well be sucking the soul out of him, and giving him the best blow job of his life. Guess we’ll never know if I don’t have anything to compare hers to.”

Shuri grits her teeth, and the quiet growl she releases has him smirking. 

“I know what you’re trying to do, and I fucking hate that it’s working. If I do this to you, be one hundred percent honest if I’m better.” 

Quetzalcoatl folds his hands into a prayer. “You have my word, Princess.”

She then shoves him against a wall, and becomes confused by the way she’s the one holding his face now. He is not used to… any of this. He does not like to be touched gently. But here she is, caressing him, her amber eyes lowering their flames. 

“What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I do to K’uk’ulkan. I need an honest comparison. Shut up.” 

When she kisses his nose, he’s too stunned to punish her. She kisses his jaw. She kisses his neck, longer and lingering, hot and insistent. Her mouth works a bruise into his neck and he groans, gathering her braids in his fingers possessively. 

This is the last thing he expected.

He thought he was going to tame the shrew, not trapped in a midsummer night’s dream, deeply puzzled by these emotions she’s drawing out of him. 

She grinds herself on his clothed groin, his erection straining under the fabric. She teasingly wiggles her hips against the large bulge, and he soaks in her small moans and tormented exhales while his erection twitches and feels heavy against his thigh.

"Cihuātlahtoāni," his voice is foreign and uncontrolled, heady and desperate, "I want it so fucking bad.”

“That’s what your bestie says.”

Her mouth maps a trail down his neck and nibbles the skin of his chest, her hand slipping to grab hold of his cock firmly. Before he groans,  she catches his lips in another kiss, hot and smothering. His greedy hands untie the knot keeping her skirt together, and by the time it falls to her ankles, she’s descending, licking the details in his abdomen, pulling his shorts down. 

Her lips envelope the tip of his cock and swallow it without giving him a moment to collect himself. He tosses his head back, knowing the instant she begins suckling and applying hot pressure that he’s going to come in her mouth too soon. He feels wound-up, as though he’s been pressing down a stubborn coil and it is about to come undone. He wants release, he craves it, but most of all he craves Queen Shuri. 

"Good, fuck, Cihuātlahtoāni it's so good…”

He hasn’t the faintest clue what is wrong with him, and what it is about her that has him unable to control his mouth. His fingers grip her head, and when he looks down, her eyes are trained on him, shamelessly matching his disheveled gaze as she pulls her mouth up the length of his cock, her wet tongue working tirelessly against the underside. She’s so beautifully unkempt, her mouth flushed from kissing and sucking, her eyes dark and penetrating and impossible to look away from.

And when he thinks it can’t get any better, Shuri takes him all the way to her throat. He’s gasping for air as though he suddenly can’t breathe on land as she takes him in and out without gagging. The wetness, the heat, the eye contact, the hands caressing his ass does him completely in. His first orgasm shoots down her throat and she swallows it with a noisy gulp, smiling up at him triumphantly after popping him out of her mouth. She took so much out of him so soon that he stumbles away from the wall, disoriented while she giggles. 

“I’ll take that as a sign that I’m better. You look like you’re drunk.”

Her laughter causes him to regain his composure with a few quick shakes of his head. He then flies her over to his chair, where he takes a seat and bends her over his knee. 

Shuri squeals and wriggles, trying to break free until she literally can’t move anything aside from her mouth. 

“No fair! You can’t bloodbend me!”

“You’ve left me with no choice, little girl. One must never laugh at a god-king.”

He slides two fingers over the opening of her cunt, then removes them to see how they shine. She has been wet since she started kissing the bastard, and even wetter now. She can’t help it. 

His palm lands heavy and hard with a powerful clap against her right cheek, and the noise that is punched out of her throat is needy and involuntary. She presses her elbows hard against his leg, her eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re spanking me!?” she asks breathlessly. The pain is hot and burning, but there is a pleasure in it too, and when the second blow comes down, she’s groaning.

“Your táatah refuses to punish you, so it’s up to me.”

Shuri sticks her tongue out as the blood rushes to her head while it hangs down. 

“Too bad for you that I’m into this.”

Spank after spank arrives, delivering her pleasure. By the tenth, she feels as though her ass is burning. Her stomach feels tight, gut writ with tension, and the whole of her is warm and wet between her legs, her clit rubbing up against his thigh whenever his hand lands down, and her pussy is ready to be taken. 

“Have you… mm… ever had a woman on top, Quetzy?”

He spanks her again. Between that mouth and this tight ass, he understands what has his friend under a spell. 

“Didn’t care for it much.” 

“Let me fuck you, then.” 

The statement shocks him so much that he accidentally frees her from her frozen state, and he willfully falls to the floor when she pulls him down to join her. He shows her teeth as she pins his wrists above his head. 

“Why would you believe that I would enjoy having you on top of me with those small breasts and that bag of bones you call a body!? K’uk’ulkan is having the time of his life holding onto a real woman!” 

“Hm, I’d shut the fuck up if I were you. You sound stupid when you’re the one who initiated this wife swap in the first place because you got horny seeing me in that black dress.” 

Quetzalcoatl begins to stammer as his face burns from being put in his place by this pint-sized human. She possesses no powers. She has no real muscles. Just an angelic face and a smart, filthy mouth and—

“Fuck!”

A juicy cunt. 

It has been a year since he was last inside her, and he’s endlessly amazed at how wet her pussy is. Nenetl and his mistresses cannot come close to it even when he makes them squirt for him. 

While she bounces on him in what appears to be a dance, she removes her breasts plates and exposes her large, damp nipples. She lies on top of him then, and feeds him one of her breasts directly. He groans as he suckles on her nipple, getting fed as he takes away the ache from breasts overflowing with milk. She lightly scratches at his scalp, whispering things to his forehead. 

“They’re bigger than you remember, and even though they’re still smaller than you prefer, I can feel you getting harder. I can feel how thirsty your tongue is.” 

Quetzalcoatl swallows down the milk she feeds him, unable to stop sucking while his hands shake her ass, encouraging to hump him. When she does, her arousal leaks out of her at the speed her milk does. It’s sweet like saccharine, and how easy it flows onto his tongue tells him that she’s an exceptional mother. K’uk’ulkan was wise to impregnate her before sending her his way. 

“See how much better it is when your mouth is too full to talk?” Shuri pants as she humps him harder, her pussy gripping him extra tight as she soaks his pelvis area. His hands roam her entire backside as he switches to the other breast. He does like her small body, though she’ll never get him to admit that, especially after that comment. 

And this position…

He never thought he’d enjoy relinquishing control this much. 

“You’re going to make me cream all over you…” she breathes out, fucking him faster now, chasing her own pleasure. 

His arms wrap around her tightly. 

He can only imagine how this would feel if his beautiful Nenetl were on top of him doing this, saying filthy words. 

Shuri’s moaning in his ear, and Quetzalcoatl has to release her swollen tit at last when her walls clench way too tight a noise is pulled from his throat by force. Her face collapses into the crook of his neck once her orgasm fades away, and he cannot believe he’s holding onto her so tenderly. 

And enjoying it. 

“It is impossible to come this way,” he murmurs.

“That’s the point, bozo,” she grumbles in return. “It’s not about you. Nenetl does all your cooking and cleaning and baby raising. The least you can do is let her use you. Idiot.”

She rolls off him. He lifts his head, watching as her nude body walks towards the hut exit. 

“Where are you going!?”

“Home.”

Home!?

Enraged when he hears the splashing, Quetzalcoatl flies out of the hut and dives into the water. He catches her before she can swim any further, and pins her against some rocks. 

“You’re staying with me all night long, u yatan—“

“Oh, fuck you! Why should I do that when you can’t even call me by my name!? I’m Queen Shuri! Not just the wife of the Feathered Serpent God! Not—“

“You talk so fucking much,” his voice is ragged and dark before he crushes his mouth against hers and hooks her leg around his waist. 

She holds her breath when she feels him, teasing gently against her entrance, the heat of him as he taps his cock lightly against her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut, the flames licking from her core radiating outwards, her fingers tingling.

“Open your eyes and watch,” he warns, giving her hair a sharp tug, and she obeys, opening her eyes and looking down as he slowly splits her open. His skin is like fire as he pushes his hips to hers, a pleasurable burn at the way she stretches to accommodate him.

“Wreck me," she whispers, feeling the way his hands curl around her thigh, spreading her wide against the rocks.

K’uk’ulkan once told him that something he loves about Shuri is for a woman who is headstrong, she certainly enjoys being dominated. 

Each thrust seems to punch more air from her lungs as he leans into her, dropping his head to her shoulder. She bites down on his neck, dragging her lips and sucking the skin as she hears him mumble something unintelligible into her throat, her skin shuddering.

Tears blur her vision as he saws into her, a hand clamped around her thigh to hold her still, her nerves on fire. She feels his fingers brush her neck, settle in the hollow of her throat and he pulls back enough to meet her eyes. She’s coming the minute his hand closes around her throat, tight enough to make breathing difficult but not impossible. He scatters her like atoms across a galaxy, her body going rigid as her hips locked down hard against him.

His voice brings her back to reality, her arms limp against him as he continues a brutal pace. 

“Your pussy is what saves you every single time. Even in this water, I can feel how wet you are, Cihuātlahtoāni.” 

His hips stutter against her, his pace finally interrupted, and she feels the pulse of him inside her, each thrust deep and hard as he comes with a hiss.

The thing about Feathered Serpent Gods is that they are impossible to stop, especially underwater. 

Shuri’s overstimulated as he continues fucking her so hard that the rocks are beginning to crumble and break as though there’s an earthquake in the ocean. She’s sure she is going to pass out, her eyes rolling back into her head as he drags it out of her. She hears the low moan he lets out as he comes again while pulling another orgasm from her, slow and aching on his cock, taking every inch of him.

In hindsight, she should’ve seen this coming. 

How many times can she tell Quetzalcoatl to fuck himself before things turn borderline nonconsensual with that asshole? 

She’s paralyzed on the floor of his hut, arms above her head as he eats her out. She’s covered in sweat, overheated and overworked, having been stuck in this position with his tongue inside her for hours. 

Nenetl has it far worse than this, she knows. Quetzalcoatl is a sick man. Her friend deserves to experience love making with K’uk’ulkan, and knowing she’s probably falling for him right now has Shuri feel like a knife is being twisted in her belly. 

Before she gets her heart broken in the morning hearing all that her husband did with another woman, she should let out her freaky side just for the hell of it. 

“Quetzy…”

“Stop calling me that,” he growls against her cunt, and she laughs weakly. 

“I can eat pussy better than you.”

He lifts his head, his face glistening from all her arousal. 

“You know nothing about that.”

“Oh, sure I do. K’uk’ulkan and I share a handmaiden on occasion. He loves watching me seduce her…” She licks her dry lips, knowing she has him right where she wants him. “We could do that while you still have me, you know. On the condition that you start treating Nenetl better.” 

Quetzalcoatl moves to hover over her, his eyes close to being pitch black. 

“She’s the wife of a Feathered Serpent God. She has it very well.”

“That’s not what she tells me. Come on, Quetzy…” Her voice drops to a sultry whisper. “All you have to do is cook for her once in a while and not be so mean in exchange for seeing me eat your favorite mistress’s pussy as you fuck me.”

Although she doubts he’ll do his part, at least she tried for her friend. Quetzalcoatl agrees after a minute of hard staring, and that’s when she can hear her beads going off. 

K’uk’ulkan is calling.

“Answer,” Quetzalcoatl tells her. “I’ll go select your offering… Queen Shuri.”

Even though it was her own husband who has her huffing when she enters the hut, Quetzalcoatl is amused to see her shaken up at last. 

“Sounds as though K’uk’ulkan is enjoying himself.”

She glares up at him, dressed in that sexy outfit once more. So she wishes to be fucked in it. How wonderful. 

“It’s all your fault.”

“My dear,” he sighs as he takes her by the shoulders, guiding her to the naked handmaiden who is tied to the chair.  “You tell him all that you’re feeling tomorrow, and I guarantee he’s going to love you more than he already does. Now let’s see what you’re made of. Unless, of course, you lied.”

She escapes his clutches, and stands in between the legs of their sacrificial lamb. Quetzalcoatl is already stroking himself at the way she holds the woman’s chin and pets her hair. She then lowers to her knees, giving the handmaiden’s blue breasts a gentle squeeze as she kisses and nips at her spread thighs. 

Her fingers brush the woman’s folds, causing the handmaiden to bite her lip underneath her breather, little whimpers escaping her as Shuri finds the slickness with her fingertips.

“And you claim that I’m even wetter than this, Quetzy?”

That damn nickname again. 

He hates that he’s starting to like it. 

“Yes,” he groans, rubbing himself languidly, enjoying the view of her ass as she touches another woman’s cunt. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to involve Nenetl with a handmaiden rather than cheat on her. “It’s abnormal, but divine.”

From the way the handmaiden’s pulse skyrockets and the way her face contorts in pleasure, Quetzalcoatl knows Shuri is unraveling her at an unimaginable rate. The tip of her tongue finds her clit with unerring precision, flicking and darting between her folds. Shuri grunts appreciatively as the handmaiden’s hips rise against her face. 

“Chaac, yes,” she murmurs, and pushes her tongue in, finding every spot that spurs the handmaiden on. 

Quetzalcoatl delights in the delicious sounds of sex; the handmaiden moaning wantonly and Shuri’s noises as she explores the folds and depths of the mistress’s cunt. Her tongue swirls over the clit, pushes in, then returns to that little pearl, sucking gently at first and then harder. She’s deft and dedicated, relishing every second. The handmaiden is becoming boneless in the chair as Shuri works to bring her to her release. 

Now too hard to withstand it any longer, Quetzalcoatl hikes Shuri’s skirt up and lifts her hips, creating a bridge with her body. He easily slips into her wet, wet pussy while gripping her thighs. Every fuck has her firm ass smacking against his pelvis, has her face pressing deeper into the handmaiden. 

Oh, what a night to remember. 

Shuri awakens to the smell of food as she stirs within the hammock. She sits up gradually, the taste of a woman on her tongue and no Quetzalcoatl to be found. 

Before she can crawl out of the hammock to find him, she sees him standing in the entryway, holding a plate that has steam rising from it. Her lips pull back. 

“What!? Kitty so good it has you making breakfast for me!?”

“Mention this to anyone, and I’ll flood your home country.”

Just like K’uk’ulkan’s, his threats have no meaning. 

After happily stuffing her face, Shuri goes with Quetzalcoatl to her caves. They see K’uk’ulkan and Nenetl cuddled up and naked in the hammock together, only awakening when Quetzalcoatl takes Nenetl in his arms. She blinks her eyes open, then smiles small. 

“You’ve returned for me.”

“Yes… and we have much to discuss.” 

Whether or not Quetzalcoatl and Nenetl acknowledge their goodbyes to Shuri with a look, she doesn’t know. She hears water splashing as she throws herself onto the hammock, now startling K’uk’ulkan out of his sleep. The look of pure joy and longing upon seeing that it’s her fills her heart, and he kisses her immediately. 

“My atan,” he coos, the kisses never ending as he flips her to be the one on top. “My ilanga.”

“My baby,” she murmurs, sucking on his tongue for a minute before she cups his bearded cheek. She loves his handsome ass face no matter what he does with it. “How was your night? Tell me everything?”

“I’m not sure if you want to know.” 

“Was it that bad!? Ay, my slutty husband.” 

He laughs, unable to resist another kiss before his lips find her ear. “It started with a date where I fed her strawberries.” 

Ouch… 

“Mm. What else?”

“We kissed, very intimately. We had sex on the ground, also intimately.”

She breathes out, the green eyed monster overtaking her. 

“Okay. I know it didn’t stop there. Did you eat her?”

“Shuri, it’s me you’re talking about. Of course, I did. Ate her, played with her big breasts and ass, fucked her senseless and repeatedly right here in this hut. She wanted me to make her unconscious and have my way with her, so I—“

“Stop!” Shuri cries, and K’uk’ulkan is smiling down at her. “I don’t want to hear anymore! I’m jealous, okay!? I’m very, very jealous! I’m constantly jealous! I’m married to the hottest man on the planet who is constantly lusted after and it drives me insane! I’m surrounded by these handmaidens who have ridden your cock and now my friend has and it makes me so angry that I just want to hold your dick wherever we go just to show that it belongs to me!”

He kisses her suddenly, and it pulls the air from her, so hot and passionate and needy. Familiar hands smack her on the ass and words are darkly spoken into her mouth. 

“How do you think I feel, hearing what my soldiers think of you every time you’re near them? How many of them wish to be me not for power, but for my queen? How hard I have to control myself and not start popping heads especially now that motherhood has matured your body more? Now you come home to me, reeking of Quetzalcoatl and a woman, killing me with thoughts of you showing that filthy, feral side.” He rips her skirt, and Shuri gasps when he suddenly plunges in. His eye contact and his throbbing is so fucking intense that she trickles out arousal. “Chaac, your wetness… This pussy… That fucking face…You’re the death of me.” 

His lips move down from her cheek to her neck and he bites into her. He bites her over and over again, her cries echoing in their ears as he thrusts into her.

“So wet, so tight after everything that’s been done to you. Fucking you is paradise.”

“I love you so much,” Shuri moans, her back arching as he grabs her aching breasts that will be feeding their beautiful boy they’ve made very soon. “Harder, táatah!” 

He grits his teeth as she clenches, her little cries too sexy to resist. He’s more in love with her now than he was before, knowing that she’s well aware of who she belongs to, and who makes her feel the best. 

He growls and pulls out of her, flipping her over. She gasps as he pulls her hips up into the air, one sharp spank given before he rams into her again. Her hips rock back to meet him and her fingers curl into the hammock netting.

She’s so wet that she’s dripping, her thighs slick and little droplets clinging to his cock as he fucks her. All he wants to do forever and for always is stay inside, and how grateful she is that he fed her the herb that will cause her to live an immortal life with him.  

He hunches over her body, finding her ear again as he clutches her throat to feel that beautiful pulse. 

“Next time Quetzalcoatl wants to fuck you, I’ll be present. Can’t let either of you forget that you’re mine.”

“Mm, as long as Nenetl is there, too. The four of us together could be fun, no?”

And she has the nerve to believe that he’d ever find anyone more perfect for him. 

Nenetl is in shock as Quetzalcoatl bathes her in the hot spring. She is typically the one cleansing him, but now her body is being massaged by a soapy rag, taking all her aches and pains away. 

What had Shuri done to him? 

“I’m going to let you soak and relax,” he murmurs to the back of her head. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

She’s completely stunned, unable to register what she just heard as he kisses her and leaves the hot springs. She watches him with an open mouth as ties a towel around his waist. 

Then she remembers what K’uk’ulkan told her about being vocal with her desires. 

“I want a date tonight, too!” Nenetl blurts out, and Quetzalcoatl glances at her. 

“One thing at a time.”

“No! Our son is in the care of another until tomorrow morning! I demand a date tonight, with lots of chocolate covered fruit and gentle sex!”

For a moment, she fears the worst at her insubordination. But then his laughter reaches his eyes, and he’s amused rather than infuriated. 

“I will say yes on one condition.”

She perks right up. “Name it.”

“That you get on top of me.”