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“Don’t cry, Mama. Everything is going to be okay. Have faith in Bast as you always do, and you’ll see.”

Ramonda takes her daughter by the hand after drying her tears with her free one. “Baby…If this is going to be the end for me, there’s something you need to know.”

Shuri looks at her mother through burning eyes. She isn’t sure how much else she can take as they await the results.

“You have a sister.”

“…What?”

Ramonda nods as she cries. “Twenty-eight years ago, your biological father got me pregnant with twins after a one night stand. Our personalities clashed so much, and we both knew we didn’t want to spend the rest of our lives together. To make it easier, we both kept a twin and went our separate ways. I’ve been carrying the guilt of keeping you in the dark for decades and can’t go in peace without you knowing the truth. I’m so sorry.”

Shuri’s stunned into silence. 

Her entire life, she has yearned for a sibling, someone to call her permanent best friend. She’s also wondered about her bio father, who Ramonda told her had died before she was born. 

“Mama…I—“

The doctor enters the room, and their attention is fully on him as he sits in the chair. He hands Ramonda a folder, wearing a smile.

“Good news, Ms. Ramonda. The tumor is benign! You’re completely cancer free!”

Ramonda clutches her chest. “Oh, glory be to Bast! Thank you, goddess, thank you!” She glances at her daughter, losing her smile. “Forget what I said.”

“What!? Mother, I’m beyond happy for you, but how do you expect me to forget that I have a long lost twin and that my father is alive!?”

The doctor kisses his teeth. “I’ll leave the two of you alone for a bit. Call a nurse in when you’re ready for the discharge paperwork.”

The door closes, and Shuri glares at her mother, waiting for something more. Ramonda sighs and throws her hands up.

“I can give you your father’s number if you wish to contact him and make arrangements to meet your sister. His name is T’Chaka. Her name is T’Channa. They live in a small country named Talokan. I’ve never heard of it, have you?”

“No, but I’ve never heard about my sister or father, either! Mother, how could you!?”

“Baby, that man is no prize in either the husband or father department. I did you a favor. You’re an adult now, though, and since you know the truth, it isn’t my place to deny a relationship between the three of you. If you wish to have them in your life, that’s fine by me.”

Shuri’s head is spinning. It’s a lot to take in. But she finds herself saying,

“Give me his number.” 

“Goodnight, Mama. I love you.”

T’Channa kisses her son’s forehead after getting her daughter to sleep. The worst part of her day is coming up, but she tries her best to hide her woes from her children. For all they know, their parents are in a loving marriage. 

“I love you, too, baby. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Her smile is gone as soon as her back is turned. Does she truly love her kids? Well, no, but it’s easy to pretend. 

There’s nothing particularly wrong with her son and daughter. They’re sweet, beautiful, and smart. She just knows that if it weren’t for them, K’uk’ulkan might finally break his dumbass religious vows and divorce her. 

She goes downstairs to watch some television, stealing the remote from her unwell mother-in-law. 

“I was watching that, you witch!”

“Oh, feisty today, aren’t you?” T’Channa flicks through the channels. “You were watching it, Fen. Now it’s my turn.”

She goes off on a tangent, rambling about some nonsense that T’Channa isn’t in the mood for. She hollers for the nurse to come take care of her patient, and for one of the maids to bring her a huge glass of wine. She’s going to need it before that husband of hers walks in. 

Speaking of the devil, she sees him on a live broadcast, giving a state of the union address. She tunes out everything he’s saying and focuses on how he looks. 

Such a shame that a man that sexy is so fucking evil. 

He’s a beloved president to everyone else, and a tyrant behind closed doors. 

That’s why she gives zero fucks as she sends a picture of her bare breasts to one of her lovers, who claims it’s for a portrait he’s working on painting. If it ends up being leaked everywhere online, who cares? The more embarrassed President K’uk’ulkan “Namor” Almehen gets, the better. It’s what he deserves. 

Her phone is ringing. It’s her other love and K’uk’ulkan’s former guard, Attuma.

“Hey, handsome.”

“I miss you, baby. When am I going to have you all to myself?”

She gulps down her wine. “You know he’s keeping me on a tight leash after catching me bouncing on you.”

“Fuck… I miss you.”

Does she have feelings for Attuma? No. She uses him to spite her husband and for frivolous purposes. It’s also hard to sneak around when the man has gone into hiding, fearing for his life over a potential assassination committed by Talokan’s very own president. 

“Miss you, too.”

“I love you, T’Channa.”

She makes a face, followed by some noises. “Oh, what’s that? You’re breaking up.”

She hangs up on him and glances at the clock on the wall. Her husband will be walking through that door any minute now after making the short trip from the building next door. The government is run in that building, while this one serves as their home.

Or, in her case, her prison. 

Mr. President eventually enters. Someone is there to take his coat. He appears inside the living room only briefly, and it’s to give her a cold, hard stare.

“Upstairs. Now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

She wonders how she’s survived ten years with this bozo. 

T’Channa goes to their bedroom and lies like a starfish at the end of their mattress. K’uk’ulkan stands in between her legs and pulls her underwear down. 

“Your speech was shit.”

“Shut up.”

She stares at the ceiling and inhales sharply when she’s impaled by his cock without any preparation. He does this to punish her, knowing how much it hurts to be fucked dry by his girthy member. 

Her eyes shift to him. His head is thrown back as he thrusts into her brutally, not wanting to look at her. His large hands cling to her hips, and she closes her eyes at last, feeling herself get wet. She likes to imagine that it is anyone else but K’uk’ulkan. His only redeeming quality is his dick. 

Before she can even build up to an orgasm, he’s pouring himself into her with a grunt and slides out immediately. T’Channa sighs and sits up, watching him take off his shirt and tie as he leaks slightly.

“You’re such a loser. Can’t find another pussy so you force yourself onto the woman you hate.”

He shows his teeth when he laughs. The rest of his clothes are coming off. 

“That’s not what it is, and you know it. Better women than you are throwing themselves at me every single day, especially the interns. I reject them all because of my faith. I am bound to you for eternity, which means your body is mine. I’m going to use it how I please.”

She gets up off the bed to go brush her teeth. She can feel his looming, miserable presence as she enters the bathroom.

“I guess I’m glad nobody else has to experience how trash you are at sex.”

She’s suddenly thrown onto her hands and knees, halfway in the bathroom, halfway in her bedroom. Her husband gets behind her, shoving himself in for a second time and concealing her scream with a hand over her mouth. He doesn’t flinch when she bites as hard as she can.

He hunches over and his lips graze her ear, speaking darkly.

“I’m sure you remember when I used to give you the best treatment. How my mouth used to feel when devouring your cunt.” He slams into her with a thrust that has her bleeding tears. “You know what you lost as soon as you decided to whore around. I fuck you like I hate you for a reason.”

Her walls clench around him unwillingly as her arousal builds and drenches her folds. 

The thing about these encounters with K’uk’ulkan is that she’s sent to heaven every single time. When it’s over, the descent into hell is painful. 

She comes on his cock and after he pulses inside of her for a few more seconds, he slides out and gets her onto her knees, facing him.

“Clean up your mess.”

While she does so, wanting so desperately to impale him with her teeth, but knowing the end result of that, he tells her,

“I’m having my driver leave you at your father’s house tomorrow. He said he has something for you. I will personally pick you up afterwards, so don’t bother running off. I’ll always find you.”

After several failed attempts to escape her life here, she believes that. 

It was an extremely long flight to Talokan, but Shuri is finally on her way to meet her family. She stares out the window at the beautiful scenery as the taxi takes her to her baba’s house. Talokan is full of lush forests. It’s so tropical, which also makes it humid. She’s used to the dry heat of Wakanda. At least her short haircut will do her well. 

The taxi driver keeps staring at her through the mirror.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like First Lady T’Channa Almehen?”

First Lady…?

Wait…

Is her sister married to the president of Talokan!?

She really should’ve done better research, but she was too excited to get on a plane and go. 

“T’Channa’s my sister. This is my first time meeting her!”

“Ah. I see.” The driver chuckles. “Let’s just hope you’re not as nearly as rowdy. Our poor president is already put through hell.”

Whatever that means…

The taxi stops in front of a humble-looking hut within a village. An old man appears out front, looking as grumpy as he sounded over the phone.

“Thank you so much, sir!” Shuri tells the driver, stopping him from opening his door to help her. “Oh, don’t worry. I got it. Just pop open the trunk.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” She smiles and hands the driver a tip. “Thank you!”

“No, thank you !”

As soon as she’s out, T’Chaka comes over to help her take the suitcase out, and the two of them embrace tightly. 

“How were your travels, daughter?”

Shuri gets a warm, fuzzy feeling all over hearing him call her that. She’s wanted a father in her life since she was a little girl, and all of Mama’s exes didn’t count.

“Good, Baba. It sure is humid here, though.”

Which might explain why he’s only wearing underwear and sandals.

“Yes, you get used to that quickly. Are you ready to meet your ingrate sister?”

“Um… Yes, please.”

T’Chaka hauls the luggage inside, and Shuri breathes deeply before taking that final step. 

Time to meet T’Channa.

“No fucking way…”

This woman looks like a less hotter version than her. She’s dressed in homely, off brand clothing, her hair is in short curls, whereas T’Channa has long braids, and she has no trace of makeup. 

At least their faces and bodies are the same.

T’Channa is thrown off by the tight hug Shuri gives her. She awkwardly pats her on the back while her sister becomes tearful.

“Sisi… I can’t believe we’re finally meeting!”

“Mmhm… Crazy, huh? Our parents were hoeing around and didn’t want to deal with two of us so each ran off with one and forgot about the other. Classic T’Chaka.”

“I might have chosen the wrong one,” the old man mutters. “She’s far more pleasant.”

T’Channa ignores him and sits back down at the table. “So, tell me about yourself, sis. What’s life like on the other side?” 

“Well… I work as a professor at a university in a biochemical class. That’s why I couldn’t see you until the summertime, when I’m on an extensive break. That’s pretty much it.”

T’Channa can’t believe how dull her twin is. 

“That’s it? No man?”

“No.”

“Hobbies?”

“Sometimes I read books when there’s time. Oh! I love to go on walks! Does that count?” Shuri laughs pathetically. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not exciting, especially compared to your life. The taxi driver said you’re the First Lady of this whole country! That’s huge! I’m shocked we’re in this tiny hut right now…. No offense.”

“Oh. I’ve offered Baba plenty of chances to move into a much nicer place, but he prefers staying in this village. He gets mad ladies, huh, Baba?” 

“The apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Your lover boy with the third leg has this auntie who-“

T’Channa holds up her hand to silence. Shuri’s making a face.

“…Lover boy? Aren’t you married to the president?” 

Chaac, T’Channa is not in the mood for a morality lesson. Shuri better not be expecting to spend the entire summer with her. She’d much rather be traveling the world with-

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait. 

“Hey…Sis. I have an offer to make you. One that will grant you the best summer of your life.”

Shuri blinks. “I’m listening.”

“Judging by your clothes, I assume professors don’t make enough money in your country.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” 

“How would you like to swap lives for the next few months?”

Shuri’s confusion worsens. “Huh?” 

“If you pretend to be me for the time you’re here, you’ll get access to my lifestyle, which means my money, my jewelry, my clothes, and all of my privileges. You’ll get to stay in a fancy mansion next door to the government building. You have an entire farm with lots of cute animals. You’ll get whatever you ask for. How about it, huh? Want to take a walk on the wild side?” 

“I’m… lost. Why are you so willing to leave your life behind temporarily?” 

T’Channa has to play this right. If she knows what a disaster K’uk’ulkan is, Shuri will catch a flight back home as soon as possible. 

“I’m dying.”

T’Chaka snorts while Shuri gasps.

“Oh my gosh!” 

T’Channa nods sadly. “Mmhm. That’s right. Being First Lady requires me to never leave the country, but it’s my dream to travel the world before my days are over. It would mean everything to me if you could pretend to be me so I can accomplish that. Then I promise I’ll come back and spend what remains of my life with my family.” 

She can see Shuri contemplating, along with her eyes watering. She’s as soft as she is gullible. 

“What you’re offering sounds wonderful, and I would love to be there for you in your time of need, but…There might be a problem if your husband wants to have sex. I’m a virgin.”

T’Channa gapes at her twin. “ How!?”

“What do you mean how!? I haven’t found the right person yet!”

She didn’t bank on her sister being inexperienced. That ruins everything. Well…maybe. All she needs is Shuri to distract K’uk’ulkan long enough for her to flee the country. 

The poor thing will be in the shock of her life, but who cares?

“After we had our daughter, my husband became…” She snaps her fingers while looking at her father. “What’s the word? Ace? Celibate? Abstinent?”

“You are dumber than a mule! Nothing but a box of rocks up there!”

She puts an arm around him and forces a grin. “Not only do you get a hot, rich husband and two kids, but this adorable old man will finally be in your life! You win, sis! What do you say, huh? It’s just for a summer.” 

“Oh… Oh, alright. I’ll do it for you, as long as you promise to return before I have to fly back home.” 

Fat chance of that happening. 

T’Channa grins. “ Of course. Let’s change up your style a bit and prepare you before K’uk’ulkan comes. We can tell him someone gave you a haircut. I’ll take care of the makeup and clothes.” 

“What if I fail at being you? What if they all see right through me? Am I going to get jailed for perjury? Will you?” 

“We’ll deal with that if we get there, but don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” 

Shuri looks at herself in the mirror while T’Channa hides in their father’s closet. The cat-eye makeup she gave her makes her look so intimidating and mean, but her sister said it was necessary. Apparently, her eyes are too much like Bambi and not enough like Catwoman, which is what K’uk’ulkan is used to. 

T’Chaka looks through a hole in the wall when a limousine pulls up.

“He’s going to chew you up and spit you out, my dear.”

Well, that’s encouraging.

“Go on. He’s waiting. We shall meet again…if you’re still alive.”

Shuri stares at her baba in disbelief as he howls. She’s sweating all over as she heads outside, wanting to blame it on the humidity but knowing it’s because she’s going to get herself into so much trouble, lying like this. 

The driver opens the door for her, and she thanks him quietly before sliding in. 

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the vision in front of her.

T’Channa said he was going to be hot. 

She wasn’t expecting this hot. 

In the darkness of this limo, his deep brown eyes remain piercing. He’s sitting in the corner, his hand holding a glass of whiskey, his legs slightly spread apart. He’s dressed in a suit that hugs his muscles well. He doesn’t take his gaze off of her as he drinks his liquor while she takes a seat across from him. 

“You cut your hair.”

“Oh. Yes! Yes. That was the surprise Baba had for me. My stylist was in the village.” 

He nods, his eyes falling to her slender legs as she crosses one over the other. She’s never worn anything as short as this brown dress, but to be T’Channa, this is her new wardrobe. She hopes the closet at the mansion has a lot more longer options. 

“You haven’t cut your hair since I’ve known you. What made you decide to do such a drastic change?” 

“Just felt like doing something new,” she says quietly. He runs a large, veiny hand through his hair. 

“You’re always craving a more youthful appearance to keep up with your men. Perhaps I should dye my hair and get with my secretary.”

Shuri wasn’t completely filled in about the issues in the marriage T’Channa has with K’uk’ulkan, but she’s picking up on a lot. There are infidelity issues galore. She also doesn’t think this man cares much about his wife to not allow her to live her best life even though she’s dying. 

“You should keep the grays. It makes you look distinguished. Women love that.” 

He looks at her strangely, then scoffs as he glances elsewhere. 

“Did you get drunk with your father?”

“No. I told you I was getting my hair done. Why would I drink?” 

K’uk’ulkan comes forward suddenly, clutching her thighs as he brings his nose towards her mouth. She’s breathing heavily and he inhales it all before lowering to his knees. Shuri feels like she’s going to die on the spot, seeing his face between her legs. 

“What about your boyfriend in that village? Did you fuck him again?”

Good, Bast! Is he going to sniff here there, too!?

“ No!”

Sure enough, he buries his face against her core, nose pressed right against the center of her panties. She claws at the seats as he sniffs her way too close and way too loud. He returns to where he was. She notices his bulge has grown after doing that. 

“Did you eat?”

“Yes. Baba made—“

“Great. You can head straight to the bedroom once we’re home. Namora has informed me that Uuka and Miya are already asleep.”

Uuka and Miya. 

Her ten-year-old son and two-year-old daughter she’ll be meeting in the morning. 

Tonight, she’s all K’uk’ulkan’s. 

He told her to wait on the bed for him, and too afraid to be out of character or do something wrong, she remained there. Maybe he wants to talk about his day. It must be so thrilling to be the president of an entire country. 

Hearing the shower running in the bathroom, Shuri takes her phone out and sneaks away far enough where she can’t be heard.

“Mama?”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting all night to hear from you! How’s Talokan? Is T’Chaka behaving himself? Are you bonding with T’Channa?”

“It’s actually pretty incredible, Mama. The country is gorgeous. My baba and Sisi are definitely… offbeat in a charming way, but otherwise, everything is fine. I’ll be staying with them until the end of the summer.” 

“Be sure to check in often and send lots of pictures. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Mama. Bye.”

Shuri hangs up and hides her phone in a shoebox she finds. She doesn’t need K’uk’ulkan to be more suspicious than he already is by seeing she has a phone different from what he’s used to. T’Channa said he never calls her on hers, so she should be in the clear as far as that goes. 

“Atan?”

Shuri emerges from the closet right as K’uk’ulkan’s towel is falling off his waist. Her eyes widen seeing what’s in between his legs. She’s never seen a penis outside of TV shows and movies, but she’s fairly certain the president is hung. 

…What kind of abstinent man just lets all of that swing around!? 

“Didn’t I ask you to wait on the bed?”

Shuri laughs a little too loudly. “You sure did! For sleeping, right!?”

He picks her up with one arm around her waist, lifting her from the floor. She’s tossed onto her back, and panic sets in when he’s pulling her panties down. There’s hunger in his eyes that’s somehow alluring and unsettling all at once.

Her sister has deceived her.

This is a man who craves sex. 

Shuri quickly closes her legs each time her husband forces them open. It gets to a point where the rage taking over his features is somewhat frightening. 

“I am not in the mood for these games tonight, atan.”

Yeah, and seeing that dick, she’s not playing games about her body, either. He’s going to split her open like a log. 

When he grabs her thighs for the fifth time, she acts on impulse and sits up, grabbing his bearded face. She kisses him on the lips and he goes rigid. When her eyelids flutter open, he looks pissed. Is she really that bad of a kisser? 

“You haven’t kissed me in over a year.” 

“I-I know…” She swallows harshly as his eyes look deep into her own. Is he always this intense? “I just wanted…to show you some love, Mr. President.”

“Are you on drugs again!?”

Damn. She should have taken T’Channa up on that offer to learn how to flirt. 

“No, I…” Why’s he such a mean husband? She really needs to unpack the history going on here. “Can’t I change things for the better? Can’t I fix us? You’re my man. I love you.”

The intensity leaves for the briefest of minutes, tenderness taking over. A glimpse of who he could be, perhaps. Or maybe who he once was. 

And then he leans in for a second kiss. 

His tongue brushes against her lips, and she immediately opens them. She moans as his tongue explores her mouth, her body going weak as his arm tightens around her waist. She gasps as his other hand traces the shape of her breast over her shirt, pinching her nipple in between two fingers. She paws at his back, mewling against his lips at the feel of his large muscles. His fingers tease the sides of her breasts, and he pulls away when she tries to arch into the touch. 

She’s whimpering as he walks to the closet to put some clothes on. 

“Why’d you stop?”

When he returns in a pair of shorts and nothing else, he burns her with his gaze. 

“You’re getting your blood tested in the morning.” 

Damn, she really is terrible at pretending to be someone she isn’t. She’d come clean if it wouldn’t compromise T’Channa living out her final wish before dying. 

K’uk’ulkan’s hand is on the doorknob. 

“You’re not sleeping in here tonight?” 

He doesn’t turn around. He releases quiet laughter. 

And then she’s all alone. 

“You’re going to get your sister killed,” T’Chaka comments as he slices up a mango. “I told you to slay that demon as the ancestors would, with a giant machete.”

T’Channa rolls her eyes as she waits in the entryway for Attuma to come and pick her up. 

“It’s your fault I’m married to the demon in the first place. You should’ve told him no when he asked.” 

“I needed you gone, child! I cannot tend to a woman appropriately with you moping around!” 

T’Channa remembers her first encounter with K’uk’ulkan very well. He came to the village in hopes of gaining supporters and swaying voters back when he was only running for a place on the council. He went to get a drink by the river where she was bathing, and they both couldn’t take their eyes off each other. 

He was — and still is — the sexiest man she’s ever seen. 

They’re two horrible people who got together and brought kids into this mess she can’t escape from. 

Well, not anymore. 

“This might be the last time I see you, old man.”

“Good.”

“I’m serious. I don’t care if Shuri suffers and loses her life back at home. She didn’t have much of one to begin with, anyway. She’s stuck with that man.” 

“Uh huh. And what if you start missing that man, hm? Your children? What if she falls deeply in love with K’uk’ulkan, eh? What then?” 

T’Channa flicks a mango peel at his forehead. “Of course, she’ll fall in love with him. He’s gorgeous. On paper, he’s perfect. But the moment he shows who he really is, she’ll hate him as much as I do. Goodbye, Baba.” 

“So long, Channie. May more books find you than men.”

She runs outside with her suitcase as soon as Attuma arrives. She throws her arms around him and she grins into his shoulder as she’s spun around.

She really doesn’t care who’s getting her out of this country as long as she’s far away from President Almehen. 

K’uk’ulkan touches his lips that are still simmering from the kisses he shared with his wife. He hasn’t been kissed in so long. It’s doing more to him than sex.

There’s a knock on the guest bedroom door. He’s almost hoping that it’s her, and he has to hide his disappointment when he sees that it’s only his cousin and assistant, Namora.

“Sorry to bother you so late. Are you going to take Sandy Pierce up on her offer?” 

After recent events, he’s nearly forgotten all about the politician who is interested in dating him. Despite how many affairs T’Channa has had, K’uk’ulkan has remained faithful to her. It would be a disservice to his god and to his children. 

“I don’t know. We’ll see.”

“You need to return the favor one day, K’uk’ulkan. She deserves to hurt in the same way she has hurt you. Chaac can forgive you when the two of you are practically divorced as it already is. Look at you, sleeping in this small room. Do what you’ve earned and bring Sandy in here with you!” 

Namora has her own reasons to despise the First Lady. K’uk’ulkan can’t blame her for being so passionate about the idea of him having an affair.

“Go ahead and arrange the date, then. But I’m not bringing anyone home where my children live.”

Namora salutes him, and as soon as she disappears, K’uk’ulkan finds himself walking back to the master bedroom. His wife is asleep on the right side of the mattress, leaving room for him on the left. 

He stands over her, running two fingers down her cheek. 

Not only did she kiss him, but she complimented the grays she always insults him for having, knowing damn well she’s the reason for it. 

“Wake up, atan. Wake up.”

Her long eyelashes flutter open. She flips over onto her back, looking somewhat relieved of all things to see him here. She’s not arguing or cursing him out. 

“Oh. Hello.”

“What happened to you today?”

“What do you mean?”

“All of your drug experiences have made you psychotic and nasty. I’ve never seen you take one that makes you…like this. What’s going on?” 

She sits up, clutching the sheet to her chest. She always sleeps naked, and he’s seen her breasts a million times. She’s choosing to act shy. 

It shamelessly turns him on. 

“I had this…tea in the village that gave me an epiphany. It made me realize how much I love you and want our marriage to work. I’m sorry if that’s not something you’re interested in. I’ll never kiss you again if that’s the case.” 

“You think consuming tea automatically erases everything you’ve done to me?” 

“No…” She stretches out her arm and touches his chest delicately. “But I like to think you’d be open to giving our marriage another chance one day.” 

K’uk’ulkan is fixated on her mouth as she tells him all of this. She’s different from the woman he dropped off this morning. This isn’t the first time she has done something like this, warning him up to a possibility of being loved only for her to stab him in the back. 

He’s not going to get hurt like that again. 

“I’m going to be coming home later than usual tomorrow. I might not come back at all until the morning.” 

“Oh. Okay. Do you have a closed session or something?”

His eyebrows pull together. 

She’s never used government terminology once in her life. 

“Something like that.”

“I hope you get a lot done. I love you. Good night.”

Every part of his broken soul wants to tell her how much he loves her, too. But the only way he’s kept his sanity is by letting her believe that he hates her. Everything she does to him stings less that way. 

Besides, she doesn’t mean it, either.

He’ll find out soon why she’s acting like this.

In the meantime, he has a date to plan. 

“Goodnight.” 

Chapter Text

“Mama! Diaper coming off!”

Shuri’s eyes flash open to find the most adorable little girl on top of her, with ringlets and big eyes like her baba. This must be Miya.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Diaper coming off!”

“Do you want me to call Zyanya?” There’s a young boy in the doorway, an exact replica of his father but with curls and his mother’s skin. “I know you hate changing her.”

Shuri blinks as she sits up. Miya falls into her arms, and she holds her as though she’s really their mother. They’re both so adorable. How could T’Channa stay away from them for three months? 

Zyanya, Zyanya, Zy-

Oh, right. 

She’s the nanny who doesn’t work on weekends. 

No use in bothering her when Shuri’s perfectly capable of doing so. She thinks. 

“No, baby. I got this.”

Uuka pulls his head back. “For real?”

“Yeah, for real!” She has no idea where the toddler’s room is. “I’ll follow right behind you!”

The boy turns around and waits for her, as though he already knows she isn’t wearing any clothes underneath the sheet. Shuri wraps a robe around her body, picks up Miya, and follows Uuka to the nursery. He keeps glancing over his shoulder at her, smiling. 

“I like your haircut. It looks pretty.”

“Aw, thank you! I wanted a little change.”

“How come you sound so happy this morning?”

“Because you’re my son and I love you.”

Uuka beams, and Shuri’s proud of herself for playing the mother role alright so far. She manages to change Miya into a clean diaper and a dress for the day, giving her tiny hands some kisses. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Morning, mehen.” 

Shuri’s heart pounds at the sound of that deep, dark voice. Miya stands up on the changing table she’s getting too big for and starts jumping.

“Baba! Baba! Baba!”

K’uk’ulkan slides right up beside Shuri, not paying her any mind as he holds onto Miya. They take turns kissing each other’s cheeks and the little one is gushing over being loved by her father.

So he’s a girl dad…

Uuka hugs his side, and K’uk’ulkan kisses the top of his head. “Are you going to be home today!?”

“I will for part of the morning, yes. What would the two of you like to do?”

“Can you come with us to the farm!?”

“If that’s what my boy wants, then sure.”

Oh…

He’s a boy dad, too. He loves both of his babies, and they love him. Shuri’s melting.

“Can I come, too?”

K’uk’ulkan gives her a cold stare. “You don’t have other plans like you normally do?”

Shit…

T’Channa never told her what she does on Saturdays. Something illegal or immoral, no doubt. 

“The only plans I want to have are to be with you and our children.” 

Uuka is grinning while K’uk’ulkan remains looking so heartless. 

“You still need to get ready. I’m not going to waste hours waiting for you.”

“I’ll be fast! I promise! I’ll start now!”

She’s practically running out of the room and back towards the master bedroom. She bumps into a short woman with black hair.

“Oops! Sorry!”

“You’re lucky I can’t punch your teeth out,” the woman mutters under her breath, and Shuri’s in shock. 

What’s her problem!? It was an accident!

“ Namora!” K’uk’ulkan shouts from the other room. “I need you to make some calls for me!”

Namora leaves after the intense stare down ends, and Shuri still can’t believe the threat. T’Channa did mention the household having some issues with her, but she wasn’t expecting something like that.

It’s best to stay out of her way during her time here. 

Shuri cleanses her body in the shower, lotions up, and searches the closet for any appropriate dress. She finds a red one that has a high slit, too risqué for her personally, but she doesn’t want to waste any more of K’uk’ulkan’s time. 

A strange part of her hopes she can impress him in this outfit. 

It does look phenomenal on her body…

And she has to admit that his kisses aren’t terrible…

She wouldn’t mind receiving one again. 

She finds him downstairs in the middle of a call. 

Shuri clings to the wall, watching K’uk’ulkan hold his daughter in one arm while using his free hand to talk on the phone. 

He glances at her. She pretends that she’s stretching, giving an arch to her back, and hoping he’s continuing to stare at her as she looks down at the floor. 

“Stop embarrassing yourself,” Namora tells her harshly when passing by. “You missed your chance to gain his affection.”

Shuri frowns as her husband’s assistant walks away. She wonders why Namora hates T’Channa so much, aside from her being a bad wife. 

She goes to one of the nearby rooms and decides to give her twin a call. 

“What is it now?”

“What’s Namora’s problem?”

“Oh. Her. You slept with her man.”

“What!?”

“Relax, I did her a favor. That marriage was so fake. I thought it would encourage her to finally come out of the closet, but it just pissed her off. Go figure.” 

“And you couldn’t give me any type of warning!?”

T’Channa laughs cruelly. “Sis, you have a lot more problems headed your way. Now fuck off. I’m in the middle of my dick appointment.”

The phone beeps repeatedly, and to Shuri’s frustration, she discovers that she’s blocked when trying to call back. She’s starting to believe that her sister isn’t a very good person. Hell, she might not even be sick for all Shuri knows. She’s used to being used by people, but it always hurts when she realizes it. 

“Damn…” 

“What’s wrong, Mama?” 

Shuri whips around, unsure of how long Uuka has been standing there. 

“Ah, nothing, baby. Just calling your grandpa.” 

“I like Grandpa. He always takes us hunting for crocodiles when we go to the village.” 

The idea of eating any sort of animal makes Shuri feel a bit nauseous. She didn’t ask if T’Channa was a vegetarian or not, but seeing how the children willingly hunt reptiles, she can’t see it any other way. 

“It smells like breakfast is ready, usana. Let’s go.” 

Sure enough, Shuri’s nose leads her to the dining area. K’uk’ulkan is strapping Miya into her booster seat, and the cook is setting up the table. She’s relieved to see some vegetarian options there as her stomach growls. 

She sits across from her husband as he cuts up Miya’s food. 

“So, how’s our country doing in your honest opinion, Mr. President?”

Again with that dirty look. 

Does his wife never make small talk with him?

“You told me how you felt about the speech that I gave the other night, atan. You should know.” 

“Oh… I didn’t mean whatever it was that I said. Please… Tell me again.” 

“Yeah, Baba! I was asleep! I want to hear it, too!”

K’uk’ulkan doesn’t have any problems rejecting Shuri, but it’s not that way with his son. 

“I talked a lot about our environmental initiatives to keep Talokan’s air at the highest quality. Our country currently ranks first in clean air and I want to keep it that way.” 

“Wow. That’s amazing!” Shuri knows she’s geeking out a bit too much, but she can’t help it. She minored in environmental science. “What are you doing to make it that way!?”

There’s a lightness about his appearance now. He’s interested in talking about himself. She can tell by the shift in his tone and how his features relax. 

“The homes and buildings in the city have a limit on how much water and energy they can use per day. Walking, biking, and public transport are starting to take over the use of vehicles on the road. Most of our buildings are now solar-powered.” 

Shuri feels her smile widening and widening the more he tells her. She can’t help but blurt out, 

“Reducing meat consumption can save the environment, too! Meat production is one of the most environmentally destructive industries on the planet, responsible for greenhouse gas emissions and massive amounts of pollution! Choosing to eat plant-based foods can reduce our environmental footprint!”

K’uk’ulkan, Uuka, and even Miya are staring at her in quiet surprise, as though they can’t believe those words came out of her mouth. 

Shuri clears her throat and starts spreading some raspberry jam on her toast. “I mean, that’s what I heard on TV or whatever.” 

“Yes… I agree. That’s why I’ve been telling your father to stop hunting and feeding our children crocodile parts.” 

“I learned in school that it’s okay to eat an animal if you use all the parts and thank our forest god for it!”

“That’s also true, mehen, but your mother is correct. It would be better to completely switch to a plant-based diet. We should commit to that more.” 

Shuri smiles down at her plate when he’s staring at her too long. 

He’s so beautiful. 

Beautiful and smart. 

Why did her sister run away? 

“That’s a very interesting dress to be wearing around the farm, atan. You don’t want to go back and change?” 

“I don’t want to waste any more of your time. I know you’re a very busy man.” She taps his chest gently. “I’ll be fine.” 

K’uk’ulkan clenches his jaw, watching her ass sway as she goes on ahead with their children. The wind blows and her slit moves, showing off more of her toned leg. The farm hands are checking her out, eye-fucking her. It’s going to turn into actual fucking if he doesn’t do something about it soon. 

“Mehen.” 

“Yes, Baba?” 

“Take your sister to brush the goats. I need to talk to your mother alone.” 

“Okay!”

He pulls his wife into him as soon as the kids are gone and speaks close to her unpainted lips. Another part of her that’s extremely unusual today. 

“Why don’t you have makeup caked on?” 

“Um… I didn’t think it was necessary, considering we’re walking around a farm that smells like manure.” 

“You never leave your bedroom without it. Go back and put it on, then change into some pants while you’re at it.” 

Her lips pull back into a sneer. Finally something familiar. 

“Stop telling me what to do. I’m your wife.”

“Precisely,” he grits. “So listen. ”

“If you’re jealous that those workers are looking at me, then you should make it clear that I’m yours and nobody else’s.” She puckers up and waits with her eyes closed. K’uk’ulkan brings his lips to her ear instead. 

“I swear if your results come in positive, I’m tying you to our bed with someone pointing a gun to your head.” 

“Why do I have to be high on drugs in order to love you? To want love from you?” His wife frowns, and her palm touches his cheek. It makes his breathing uneven. She hasn’t done this in so long, when it wasn’t in the form of a slap. “We have such a sad marriage, K’uk’ulkan. It doesn’t have to be that way anymore. Kiss me if you wish to make a statement. If not, you can continue letting everyone believe we hate each other.” 

“That’s because we do, and you haven’t done a fucking good job of showing the public otherwise,” he hisses, his rage rebuilding. He forces her hand away. “Change. Now.”

She takes the jacket of his suit off his body and ties the arms around her waist, covering the slit and her hips. He’s speechless, her heated stare locked on his eyes the entire time. 

“Does this suffice, Mr. President?”

He growls and steps forward, closing the distance between them. He grabs her by her naturally gorgeous face and forces their mouths together, kissing her deeply with his tongue stroking her own. Her moans and whimpers have him clinging to her, never wanting to let her go. He undoes the jacket in the process and gropes her ass, missing touching her like this, so intimate and burning. 

“Ooh! Mama, Baba, kiss kiss!” Miya giggles, and that’s when K’uk’ulkan gently pushes his wife off of him. He turns the other way, hard from having her body and lips that close.

“Uuka.” 

“Yeah?”

“Take care of your mother and sister today. I have to report to my office.” 

Every time K’uk’ulkan closes his eyes, he pictures his wife in the throes of passion, the way they once made love years ago. The way she’d get on top and ride him, the sweat rolling down her toned abs, her angelic smile when she came from her own movements. To get her in that position again would be a miracle. 

But with the way that she’s acting, and the way she’s been kissing him… 

It’s not far-fetched to pray for it. 

And yet… 

As soon as he starts thinking about giving her that choice or even asking for it, his mind fills with that visual of her backside going up and down with a different man underneath her. Not just any man. His former guard and closest friend. 

Attuma was the first man she cheated on him with, and wasn’t the last. 

It’s the only one he saw with his own eyes, though. She made sure of that. 

An evil, vile, manipulative, heartbreaking woman. 

She couldn’t just stop. She had to keep going. She had to keep being seen all over the internet blogs, caught with a different man, and even some women. Her breasts and pussy for all to see. No shame. No care in the world. 

And for what reason?

He’s given her everything. 

Everything. 

She asked for something, she got it immediately. She wanted the farm, but he had one built. She wanted to go on trips, they’d fly out the next day. He put her first for so long. So fucking long. And then… 

K’uk’ulkan groans when his phone rings. 

“Yes?” 

“Ms. Pierce is on the phone, Mr. President. Line four.” 

“Thank you.” 

K’uk’ulkan presses the right button. He hears Sandy Pierce’s voice in seconds. 

“Why, hello, President Almehen. Namora reached out to me. It is my understanding we’re having a little rendezvous in Yucatán tonight?” 

He doesn’t want to have an affair, but a bigger part of him is ready to create a scandal of his own. He wants T’Channa to sob her fucking eyes out seeing photos of him going around in the arms of a very beautiful politician. She never thought about him when he cheated, so why should he consider her feelings? 

“Of course, gorgeous. I’ll be there shortly after sunset.” 

“Looking forward to it.” 

K’uk’ulkan hangs up, feeling dirty for just talking. 

How his wife was able to have all these affairs so seamlessly, he’ll never understand. 

Shuri doesn’t meet her ‘mother-in-law’ until later that night as she sits with her kids in the living room. Fen is clutching the remote greedily and glaring at her, obviously for hurting her baby boy. T’Channa said the two of them aren’t close and that Fen is approaching the end of her life. 

It gives Shuri even more of a reason to try to make a connection. Maybe that’s all Fen needs. 

“Mama Fen-“

“You’re not ending my show, whore of Talokan!” 

Shuri gasps and covers Miya’s ears. “You can’t swear in front of the babies!”

“Can’t have sex with men in front of them, either, but they heard you. We all did.”

Shuri looks at Uuka, horrified. He’s too into his book to say anything, and she hopes he didn’t hear that. 

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “I just wanted all four of us to watch a movie together and eat some popcorn.”

Uuka perks up. “You wanna watch a movie with us, Mama!? You aren’t going out with your friends tonight!?”

He sounds so, so happy. Poor babies. They crave their mother’s attention. 

“There’s no place I’d rather be than here. Let me go heat up the popcorn.”

“I love you,” Uuka sighs with a smile, and she returns it. 

As soon as she’s unblocked, she’s going to give T’Channa an earful about leaving them. 

Over the sounds of the kernels popping, Shuri hears K’uk’ulkan entering the house. He greets everyone except for her, and he’s heading up the stairs. 

Knowing better, she dumps the popcorn into a large bowl and goes after him. 

K’uk’ulkan sees his wife’s reflection in the mirror as he spritzes his cologne on his neck and wrists. She’s wearing one of his shirts, and it looks like a dress on her. 

It’s sexier on her body than all of her designer gowns.

“Is there something you wish to say to me?”

“How was work?”

“Stressful as always. If you don’t put me in an early grave, being president sure will.”

Her sweet lips form into a pout. “And you’re still having a closed session tonight? Are you sure you don’t want to watch a movie with the children, your mother, and me?”

K’uk’ulkan turns around fully to face her, his eyebrows arched. 

“Did Dr. Aapo come by and prick you today?”

“Yes. You can view my results tomorrow and see that I’m not on any drugs.” She walks up to him and grabs him by the shoulders. “I’m just a wife and mother who wants to spend time with my family. You’re the ruler of an entire nation. You can move things around. If you really wanted to, I know you’d watch a movie with us. So this closed session must be super important. It’s fine. Just thought I’d ask. I’ll see you in the morning.”

K’uk’ulkan watches her walk away from him. Her red underwear can be seen through the white material of the shirt. He waits a few minutes, then quietly descends the stairs to spy on her in the entertainment room.

Sure enough, she’s sharing popcorn with Uuka while Miya eats fruit snacks. Even his mother has a small bowl, being included for once.

He has no fucking clue what’s going on. 

Every Saturday night, she’s sneaking out with her promiscuous friends or locking herself in the bedroom. Every single time.

And now she’s doing this.

Is his wife serious about fixing their marriage?

Another look at the picture-perfect scene has K’uk’ulkan taking his phone out to call Namora.

“Hello?

“Cancel the date. I’m staying with my family.”

“But Sandy is already-“

K’uk’ulkan hangs up. He knows he made the right decision when he sees his wife smiling and gesturing to the recliner. Miya immediately hops onto his lap, and she ends up falling asleep there as the movie progresses. Once Uuka also knocks out, a maid helps get them both into bed, and Fen’s nurse helps her, leaving K’uk’ulkan alone with T’Channa. 

She rubs the empty space languidly. 

“There’s room over here, handsome.”

If she’s planning on ruining him again, he’s falling right for the trap. 

He settles next to her on the couch, and she immediately cuddles him. He lifts her chin to give her lips a tender kiss, one that leaves him aching, especially when she whispers,

“I love you.”

He captures her lips again, hunger stirring within as it makes her moan. His fingers slide under the large shirt and glide down to her sex while the other rests on one of her breasts. 

“K’uk’ulkan, wait—“

“Shh, shh, shh,” he shushes her lips, keeping her quiet with more kisses. He’s missed warming her up first. He supposes she’s earned it. 

He massages her with care, her soft moans filling his mouth. He draws circles around her clit and she gasps at the sweet sensation of pleasure.

Her cunt is sticky, hot and throbbing even as he slides a finger in. She squirms uncomfortably, her eyes fluttering close. 

“Please…Please stop—“

She bites her lip as he explores her, feeling around for that sensitive area within her that he hasn’t felt in so long, the one that always makes her cry out. His other fingers tease her nipple, making it erect.  

He knows one finger isn’t enough to satisfy her, so he quickly adds another, curling it inside her. She releases another gasp and the hand on her breast finds itself at her clit, toying with it. The noises that escape her pussy only spurs him on more as he brings her close to satisfaction.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for some reason, Princess…”

It’s a nickname he hasn’t used on her in over a year.

But she still is his little perfect princess. 

He pleases her more, moving his fingers faster and dissolving any sexual frustration that might linger. 

“S-Stop!”

Her back arches as her hips buck uncontrollably. She comes all over his fingers, shuddering. He pulls his slick-coated digit out of her and sucks on them hard, groaning at her taste, having missed it so much that he ignores the slight copper taste. His wife is sobbing, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths while coming down from her climax. She tries to run from him, and he quickly gets her underneath him, pulling her wet panties off. 

She grabs his wrists, shaking her head rapidly. “K’uk’ulkan, you don’t understand… You can’t do this to me. I’m…I’m…” 

He takes his tie off and ties it around the back of her head, covering her mouth. She wants to play games tonight, it seems. That’s okay. As long as she keeps her voice down. 

“You’re my wife,” he whispers with a smile. “That’s all I need to know.” 

There’s tension in the air as he undresses himself, his large cock springing free from its restraints. He spreads her legs while tears stream down her face. She’s so pretty when she cries. Always. 

“I know you’ve missed being treated right by me. You’ve earned it tonight. Nothing turns me on more than seeing you be an excellent mother. It reminds me of why I put babies in you in the first place.” He lowers his face to her pussy, inhaling her scent. His breath fans against her swollen folds. He grins seeing her get wetter from being in the proximity of his tongue. “As long as you continue to be a good woman, I’m willing to work on this marriage. I’m willing to forgive you. But it’s going to take a lot more than kisses and compliments.” 

He teases the lips of her cunt. He can hardly stand a night without being inside her. He loves her and always will. They have too much of a history between them for him to throw it all away with another woman. 

He doesn’t hesitate any further to plunge his tongue inside to taste her. He listens to the sound of a muffled moan as he laps at her sweet nectar, exactly how he remembers it. He brings a finger up to stroke her clit, feeling her get wetter and wetter as she writhes. She’s trying hard to fight him off tonight and he’s not letting that happen. They both need this. 

He continues to eat her, teasing her walls with his tongue. In return, her tight hole clenches down on him every now and then while a soft gasp escapes her. She’s soaked enough now that he climbs on top of her, positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance and grinning. 

“A third child wouldn’t be so bad, would it? We can fix you. We can fix us.”

She’s crying so hard tonight, choking on her tears that seep underneath the tie in her mouth. Maybe all of her regrets are finally catching up with her and she’s realizing how good it feels to have him completely again. 

With a groan, he pushes in, filling her up. 

“Fuck, T’Channa… Were you doing stretches in that village, too? You’re tighter than usual. I love it.” 

She’s trembling all over, her body shifting and stretching to accommodate his intrusion. His hips meet hers at last and his knuckles stroke her tear-stained cheek. Her pussy comes down on his cock at the contact and he smiles again. 

 “My baby. My love. You’ve always been my best friend. We can make this work. We can be happy again.” 

He pulls himself out to the very tip before pushing back in again, delivering his first thrust. She whines in response. He bites the shell of her ear gently, sucking on the spot just below it. He fills the entertainment room with his grunts as he fucks her rough, not quite ready to make love but getting close to that day. She lies in his arms, trembling and taking it all. 

“Shit, Channie…” K’uk’ulkan curses her name as her cunt squeezes him like never before, not a time he can remember. He keeps moaning her name multiple times while increasing his pace, coming in and out of her body like a crazed beast, which is exactly how she makes him feel most of the time. He lifts her legs, pressing them down next to her head to dig even deeper into her pussy. 

He removes the tie to be able to kiss her moaning lips, his tongue slithering into her mouth to play with hers. He calls her name again and again, adding sweet praises and terms of endearment. He gives a final messy, wet thrust and releases his seed into her. His balls twitch as it all comes out, relishing this new feeling she has down there. It must be from preparing her for once. 

Panting, he takes his time to pull out, loving the way her walls shift and convulse around his shaft. As he exits, his cum drips out from her folds, evidence of how hard he creamed her. He eyes it, then burrows his face between her legs to soothe her swollen cunt with gentle licks. He cleans her and cares for her, tasting the bitterness of himself and the sweet aftertaste of her release. 

There’s something else.

A bit of a coppery taste once again. 

He’s still licking his lips as he lifts his head to look at her, catching her as she sits up. 

“Atan, that was–”

Her hand slaps him across the face harshly, making his flesh sting. She gets off the couch and runs up the stairs, crying all over again. 

He doesn’t know why until he looks down to see blood on his cock. 

Shuri falls to the bedroom floor on her knees and cries into her hands. She lost her virginity unexpectedly tonight to someone she has no feelings for. 

K'uk'ulkan wasn't listening to her, either. He wasn't giving her a choice. Is this why her sister left? Is he always like that? 

She wants to go home. She doesn't care who gets in trouble. She wants to go home and forget this whole short-lived, horrible experience. 

There's a knock on the door. Then it opens. 

She's shaking all over again as K'uk'ulkan sits cross-legged on the floor in front of her, eyes soft for a change. He brought a warm rag with him. He pats his lap and she helplessly crawls into it, hugging his neck. She sniffles as he tenderly presses the rag there, easing some of her discomfort. 

"Are you okay?" 

Why is he being so...different? So loving? 

"I'm getting there," she whispers, and he sets his forehead against hers. 

"You're not my wife, are you?" 

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Shuri can’t stop shaking. 

If she tells him the truth, it can go so many ways. He could throw her in jail for impersonating the First Lady, he could kill her, he could let her go, and then find his real wife…

She has to try T’Channa first, at least to give her a heads up if she isn’t still blocked. As mad as she is at her sister for all the lies and secrets, she still cares enough to warn her. 

“Can you give me a few more minutes alone? I’ll let you back inside the room once I’m ready.”

K’uk’ulkan pulls the rag away from her. “Make sure you pee.”

“What…?”

“Your urinary tract can become infected if you don’t pee after sex.”

Shit.

He knows she’s a virgin.

Why else would he say that? 

That’s why he’s suspicious about who she is. 

“I know that.”

He smiles oddly and pushes her off him slowly. “I’m sure you do, and to also change your underwear. I’ll be outside. Let me know when you’re done.”

Shuri waits until she’s alone in the room to get her phone out of the closet. Calling T’Channa won’t do. K’uk’ulkan is listening on the other side. She sends a text, praying it goes through.

Shuri: I really hope you unblocked me because this is serious!! Something happened and your husband thinks I’m not you!! I’m coming clean. Whatever happens, happens! I don’t want to be here anymore 

T’Channa: If you tell him the truth, I’m killing our mother 

Shuri: ?????

T’Channa: Ramonda Udaku, 300 Bashenga St, Birnin Zana, Wakanda. I can get to her by tonight and have her dead in hours 

Shuri: WTF is wrong with you!?!

T’Channa:  If K’uk’ulkan comes for me, that’s it for her. I suggest you think of something smart to tell him quickly.

Shuri is shaking as she tries to call her sister, but all she’s getting is her voicemail. Something tells her that T’Channa’s threat isn’t an empty one. 

She’s on the verge of tears when she reopens the door to let the president inside. He leans against the frame, waiting for her to explain herself. 

“I…I had a procedure done in the village…and…and then I fell down a ravine and hit my head. That’s why I’ve been acting differently…” Her lip trembles when he smirks at her, as though he knows something she doesn’t.

“A ravine? How’d you fall?”

She’s crying fully now. She doesn’t want Mama to die. “ Baba was chasing me with a crocodile !”

K’uk’ulkan bursts out laughing. She’s squinting at him through burning eyes. 

“What’s so funny!? It was horrible! This is all horrible!”

He wipes a single tear away from underneath his eye and finishes his chuckles. 

“What was the procedure?”

“I had myself… stitched down there so I could feel like a virgin again since I’m trying to be better.” Shuri cries more as she looks between her legs. It feels so raw still, and her limbs are burning from the stretching and folding. She plays with her fingers, scarred from the experience, but unsure how to tell him without being discovered and Mama being murdered.

It’s not like she can tell him T’Channa is threatening Mama’s life. 

She’s scared of K’uk’ulkan, too.

What if he doesn’t care? What if he reacts too slowly and T’Channa beats him to Ramonda? It’s not like  K’uk’ulkan even cares about her life. He doesn’t know her. 

Shuri’s trapped here and utterly hopeless.

“I…I hit my head really hard, so mentally, I was a virgin too, and that was my first time. It was painful. Can I please go to bed now?”

K’uk’ulkan takes her by the hand and brings her downstairs. Her legs shake as he pours a glass of water and gets some pills from the cabinet.

Pain relievers. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

When she does, he drops the pills there and gives her the water to swallow them down. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching her. 

“Let’s go as a family to the village tomorrow. We can speak to your father, and you can show me that ravine.”

Oh, Bast.

Her mama’s dying.

“Okay. Can I please go to bed now? These last 48 hours have been nothing but a nightmare, and I want to fall asleep and stop feeling anything.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, so now you ask if that’s what I want?” Shuri spits out coldly, and K’uk’ulkan’s eyes widen. She looks down at her feet again when he’s leaning down against her, speaking into her ear. 

“I expect us to have a meaningful talk about tonight at some point while we’re in the village, damaged brain or not. Do I make myself clear?” She nods and he continues. “Goodnight, atan.” 

“Night,” she croaks out, then hurries upstairs. 

She tries T’Channa over and over and over, receiving nothing. She curls into a ball and cries as quietly as she can. 

T’Channa sits on the hotel bed with her legs spread wide. One of the pool boys with a huge bulge is in between her legs, eating her out weakly while Attuma is sucking on her breasts. She blows smoke towards the open balcony door, pissed off at her sister and the lackluster cunnilingus. 

She presses her heels painfully into the pool boy’s rib cage. 

“For Chaac’s sake, you have a goatee! I should be able to feel that shit creating some friction!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Almehen,” comes his muffled voice, and T’Channa rolls her eyes. Attuma senses her frustration and pulls away from her chest to look at her. 

“What is it, Channie? What’s bothering my girl?” 

“Shuri’s going to mess everything up already. K’uk’ulkan probably fucked the shit out of her virgin pussy and knew something was wrong. She'd better think of something smart, or else I’m killing her mother. You know someone in Birnin Zana, don’t you?” 

“I do. Why?” 

“I need you to get them to take a picture of Ramonda so I can send it to her and let her know I’m absolutely serious. She ruins my plans, I ruin her life.” 

Attuma bites her cheek lightly. “You’re so sexy when you’re mad. I’ll talk to my guy. In the meantime, you should destroy your phone. Knowing President Almehen, he’s going to track it.” 

T’Channa chucks her phone out the window without a care, already having her sister’s number memorized to harass her when she needs to. She shoves Attuma back to where he belongs and resumes smoking, glaring at the wall. 

Perhaps she should take it as a compliment or an act of love that her husband immediately knew Shuri isn’t her, especially when it comes to sex. 

He can be so romantic sometimes when he's not being a dick. 

“Can we stop at the market to get some coconuts, Baba!?” 

Shuri prays that K’uk’ulkan says yes. Whatever prolongs her mother’s death sentence and keeps them from reaching the village. She holds Miya close to her as the limo continues traveling down the dirt road. 

“Coconut water sounds delightful. Good idea, mehen. ” 

Shuri kisses the back of Miya’s head, trying so desperately to get out of her own mind. She barely slept last night, haunted by what happened on the couch and how everything has gone terribly wrong since then. She should’ve never come here without someone to prevent her from falling for this lunacy. 

The driver opens the door for the Almehens. Uuka and Miya charge right out, while K’uk’ulkan helps Shuri. He’s still holding her hand long after she’s standing upright. His dark brown eyes are searching hers. For what, she doesn’t know. 

“Do you like coconut water?”

“I can’t remember.” 

He smiles. “Ah. That’s right. Your head injury. I’ll get you a fresh one. I’ll take the children with me. Feel free to explore until it’s time to leave.” 

Shuri reluctantly lets go of his hand as it slips away, and she’s left by herself. She looks around at the various stands out here, each one selling a different product. There aren’t many people here, and the ones who are don’t seem to be making a big deal about seeing the president out and about in a public setting. They must be used to seeing him in the countryside. 

Perhaps the city is more chaotic. 

She hopes that he’ll take her there someday. 

Oh, who is she kidding? 

She’s as dead as Mama once they reach the village. He’ll probably feed her to the crocodiles. 

Once Shuri approaches an art stand, the man selling the products yanks her to the back, pinning her wrists against the wood. He kisses her hard, and her eyes remain wide open, stunned. 

“Oh, my T’Channa. Your beautiful breasts have been immortalized on one of my canvases. I shall send it to your home soon, my beloved, once I can stop touching myself to it.” 

What the hell !?

“ K’UK’ULKAN!”

Her husband appears minutes later, barely registering the sight of her trapped by this man before the president punches the citizen in the face. The artist, who Shuri assumes is one of T’Channa’s lovers, is out cold on the grass. K’uk’ulkan is panting, his nostrils flared, his fist still balled up with blood on his knuckles. 

“You okay?”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you…” Shuri touches his back tenderly, continuously glancing between the unconscious man and her husband. “Are you going to get in trouble for doing that?” 

“No pictures, no proof. If it’s his word against mine, I’m always going to win. Come on, atan. Your coconut and your children are waiting in the limo.” 

Shuri is still in shock as they climb into the vehicle. Did T’Channa just…always boldly cheat!? Her lovers just grab her like that, knowing her man is close by!? 

She has a terrible feeling this isn’t going to be the last one she encounters. 

K’uk’ulkan isn’t sitting by Uuka anymore. Their children are beside each other, sharing a large coconut that they’re drinking out of with paper straws. K’uk’ulkan has chosen to be by her side, keeping an arm around her while offering her a coconut with his other hand. 

“Try it.” 

She takes a gentle sip and smiles. It tastes so fresh. Nothing like what’s inside a can. 

“I like it, but my favorite will always be mangoes.”

“I’m glad you remember that,” he murmurs, and kisses her temple. Shuri has a warmth spreading throughout her body. “I’m sorry you experienced that just now. You did a good thing by calling for me. If something like that happens again and I’m not around, tell me immediately, and I’ll handle it.” 

There’s something so attractive about K’uk’ulkan being a protector that almost makes her forget about last night. 

Almost. 

“I apologize for dropping by unannounced, but T’Channa told me that you chased her around with a crocodile the other day after she received a medical procedure, and she ended up hitting her head while falling down a ravine. I wish to see that ravine.” 

T’Chaka looks between his desperate daughter and the president while his grandchildren are running around his hut. He howls with laughter. Shuri’s in trouble. 

“Chased with a crocodile, eh?”

K’uk’ulkan grins down at Shuri. “That’s what you said, right, atan?”

“Y-Yes,” she whimpers. Her baba’s going to sell her out. She’s going to be going home in a wooden box. At least she’ll be buried next to Mama on the same day. 

“That is true. It is my favorite pastime to terrorize her. Let’s take a walk to that ravine she tumbled down, the klutz.” 

Oh, how Shuri wants to squeeze that old man and kiss his graying head repeatedly. There might be a chance after all. K’uk’ulkan must be hopelessly in love with T’Channa to believe this insanity, and it’s working in her favor. She for sure thought that he’d be suspicious about a village randomly giving her vagina stitches and turning her into a virgin magically in one day, but if that were the case, he would’ve called her out immediately. 

A small weight has been lifted from a rather heavy load. 

The lie can continue, and Mama will survive.

She can work on being a better T’Channa and continuing to be soft on K’uk’ulkan, convincing him that she’s his one and only wife, and he won’t feel the need to question her because he’ll be so in love to think straight. 

But on the other hand, she lost her virginity brutally and can never get it back. She’s afraid to have sex again, and she doesn’t know how to tell K’uk’ulkan right now. 

So she pushes it aside, waiting for when he decides to have that talk he mentioned. 

She’s trailing behind the president and her father, holding onto Uuka’s hand and Miya’s hand. Uuka releases a faint sigh. 

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I don’t want to go to school tomorrow, Mama. I’ve been having so much fun with you and Baba being home. Can we take a week off and spend seven days straight together!?”

Again, the poor baby. He loves his parents being together so, so much. He’s not used to it. 

“Uuka, you have another month until your summer intersession begins.” 

“You do not want to get brainless like your mother!” T’Chaka scolds, and Shuri lowers her eyelids. 

“Now, you know that isn’t true. T’Channa isn’t brainless. Without her, I would’ve never been elected president.” 

Shuri’s heart flutters when K’uk’ulkan comes to his wife’s defense. She wonders what her sister did. Maybe she had social media buzzing about him and marketed to the right people. Maybe when T’Channa isn’t being such a psychopath, they can have a decent conversation about it. 

“Well, once I’m on break, can we please go on vacation together?”

“Of course, mehen. You’ll be enjoying a small vacation here in the village next weekend, anyway. Just without us. Mama and I will be attending a gala in the capital city.” 

A gala!?

Shuri’s mind is going wild, thinking about the potential outfits she can put together with what’s inside T’Channa’s extensive closet. 

“I thought you weren’t bringing the harlot to any more public events?” T’Chaka whispers loud enough for her to hear. 

“She’s been on her best behavior lately.” K’uk’ulkan looks back at her, smiling small. “I’m willing to give her another chance.” 

Yes!

She’s safe for another day. 

Shuri returns the smile, and T’Chaka has them stop in front of a random ravine. The old man gestures to a rock. 

“There. That’s where she hit her humongous head.” 

K’uk’ulkan looks, nods, and starts going in a different direction. “I’m going to take a solo walk. I’ll meet up with you all soon.” 

“Bye, Baba!” Miya screams. “Love you!”

“I love you, too, baby.” 

Shuri stares off after him, admiring the way he moves, always with a purpose. She wants to follow him, and she almost does, until T’Chaka yanks a small crocodile up from a nearby body of water with a holler. 

“I’m gonna get you!” 

She screams as her father begins to chase her and the children with the little crocodile. The kids are cracking up, thinking it’s hilarious. Shuri is crying and running for her life. 

“Don’t fall down another ravine now, daughter!” 

10 Years Ago

This village is nice. 

Cozy. Humble. 

It reminds K’uk’ulkan a lot of the one he grew up in. 

After going around to each hut and providing them with brochures with reasons why they should vote him into the Talokan council, he heads to the river to get a drink of water. 

He’s sweating underneath his suit as he kneels on the edge and dips his special bottle into the water. It filters it for him, and he quenches his thirst. 

“Who are you?”

He glances up.

His chest aches at the sight of a gorgeous young woman who is bathing in the river. She moves her wet braids behind her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Her lips curl back into a flirtatious smile. K’uk’ulkan swallows thickly. 

“My name is K’uk’ulkan Almehen, and I’m running for council. I came to your village to spread information about myself and encourage you all to vote for me.”

“Oh?” The young woman steps forward, each movement revealing a different section of her body as she gets closer to the surface. K’uk’ulkan can’t help but briefly eye her pussy. She stops when she’s knee-deep. “Why should I vote for you, other than to elect a hot member for once?”

K’uk’ulkan laughs, feeling his face burning from the compliment of a sexy stranger. “I’m extremely qualified. I have a degree in economics, political science, and law. I speak for the lower and middle classes and will seek the best way to support them. I’m knowledgeable, I’m-“

“Why aren’t you running for president of the entire country? You need to reach bigger.”

“That’s the plan, but I need to start in the council first. Can I count on your vote?”

The young woman crawls out of the water on her hands and knees, looking like a panther on the prowl. He tightens in his pants, and it worsens when she’s straddling his lap, soaking his suit. She smirks as she holds onto the sides of his neck.

“You really are hot. I just love older men. Are you almost 40?”

“38,” he murmurs, forcing his hands to remain to himself. Now that she’s this close, she looks even younger. “How old are you?”

“18.”

Barely legal…

He holds onto her sides. Her skin is wet and warm underneath his palms. 

“Perhaps you should get yourself back to your hut instead of sitting naked on a man twenty years your senior.”

She strokes his scalp. He can feel her cunt pulsing on his erection. 

“I just told you that I love older men. They know what they’re doing.”

“Are you a prostitute, ma’am?”

She giggles, shaking her head. “No. I’m very horny today. You’re very attractive. That’s all this is.”

K’uk’ulkan grabs her hips tightly. His tongue glides across his lips. What a seductress.

“You know I can’t do anything about that.”

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I came here for political purposes. Not to fuck a beautiful girl.” 

She wiggles on his lap when he tells her that. Her nipples are fully erect, and her gorgeous amber eyes are bright. 

“Suck my tits and I’ll vote for you.”

When they’re right in front of his face, he doesn’t give it much thought. He wraps his lips around one, giving it plenty of suction and flicks from his tongue. She’s yanking on his hair and kissing the top of his head. 

“You’re so good at this,” she whispers. “What’s your name again?”

“K’uk’ulkan,” he breathes out, giving her left breast one final lick before moving to the right one. “And yours?”

She moans when he consumes her formerly neglected breast. Her hips are starting to rock, and she’s creating friction where their sexes meet. 

“T’Channa,” she pants. “Oh, you’re so big, K’uk’ulkan. You’re poking into me. I’m not used to this. I’m a virgin.”

He stops abruptly, pulling his face away from her chest. “Bullshit.”

She smiles down at him, then gives him kisses along his jaw until she reaches his ear. “I’m serious, handsome. That’s why I’m so horny. Can’t find anyone suitable in this village to scratch that itch.”

He’s aching for her. Even his fingers have a slight twitch to them. 

“I’m not going to take an eighteen-year-old’s virginity.”

T’Channa tilts his head back, parts his lips with her tongue, and dips it inside his mouth. K’uk’ulkan touches her all over her bare backside, starving for every little bit of her he can get. She grins against his mouth when he’s squeezing the life out of her perky ass. 

“Something tells me you don’t mean that, Mr. K’uk’ulkan.” She crawls off him, and his eyes chase her as she covers her body with a little beige dress that she had folded neatly by a tree before he got here. She cups his chin when she reappears in front of him, forcing him to look up at her. “Come back here tomorrow at the same time if you change your mind.”

Now

K’uk’ulkan sits in the same spot where he first met his wife. He was so gentle with T’Channa when he took her virginity, entering her carefully and constantly checking on her pain level until she begged him to go faster. 

With the woman pretending to be her, he was the complete opposite. He stretched her, made her bleed, and traumatized her. That was her first experience of sex. He can’t blame her if it’s going to be her last. 

Poor girl.

For whatever reason, she keeps digging herself deeper into this lie when he knows it’s killing her. She’s as fragile as it is, though, and he wants her to come clean when she’s ready. In the meantime, he makes a call to his private investigator. 

“Hello, Mr. Almehen.”

“Hey, Happy. I need you to do a favor for me. Look into my wife’s history. See if you can get access to records from when she was born. I need to know if she has a twin sister. I also need you to track T’Channa’s phone for me or find her whereabouts.”

“Sure thing, boss. But what’s going on?”

“I believe she’s traded lives with her unnamed sister. That sister is currently pretending to be my wife.”

“Oh…Shit. Does the sister have a phone you can get into? That’ll solve your problems much quicker.”

K’uk’ulkan can see the mysterious woman approaching him. She has such a sweet, innocent face compared to T’Channa’s mischievous one. She stops to gush over a flower that Miya picks for her, then she’s playing a game with his children. She looks so happy doing it, too.

“I’m not in a rush. I’ll let her have her privacy. Just give me information as you receive it.”

“Yes, sir.”

K’uk’ulkan walks over to where his family is, joining in on Ring Around the Rosie for one go. He catches Miya when they fall, tickling her and making her giggle. He then grabs his son’s shoulder.

“Can you take her back to your grandfather’s hut so your mother and I can talk privately?”

“Are you guys gonna be making out again!?”

K’uk’ulkan laughs and looks at Shuri, who has lost her smile. “I sure hope so. Go on, mehen. ”

After the children leave, the President helps his First Lady onto her feet. He brushes all the dirt off her and gives her his hand, which she reluctantly accepts. 

“I thought you were done questioning me,” she tells him quietly, and he takes her to a wooden bench one of the villagers carved. 

He lifts her easily, setting her on the tabletop while her feet are planted on the seat. He holds onto both of her hands as he stands in front of her. 

“That procedure made you feel like a virgin again, and that hit on your head made you have that mentality. Am I understanding this all correctly?”

“Yeah…” Her eyes are glistening as she stares into his own. “I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen. You hurt me so much.”

K’uk’ulkan kisses her knuckles tenderly. He wishes he could erase last night from her memory and her body, but it’s not possible. 

“And I apologize for that, atan. If I had given you a chance to speak and known you were a born again virgin, I wouldn’t have treated you as roughly as we’re used to. I would’ve been extra careful and made it enjoyable for you. I understand that you’re not feeling positive about sex at the moment, but if you wish to try again, tell me. I won’t touch you ever again like that unless you give me permission."

She throws her arms around him suddenly. She’s sobbing into his chest and not saying much of anything. He holds her in return and kisses the top of her head. 

“If you need counseling or to see a doctor for your pain, or if you think of anything else I can do for you, please let me know. I shouldn’t have put you through that. I don’t want you suffering quietly over it.” K’uk’ulkan pulls away gently, angling her face to look up at him. She’s so fucking beautiful and soft, whoever she is. “If there’s anything at all that you need to tell me, don’t be afraid to do so. I’m your husband. You’re my wife.”

Tell me everything that you are, woman. Especially your name. 

“I will,” she whispers, and gives his wrist a small kiss. She then cradles her cheek against his palm. He’s never seen a more perfect vision. “Thank you for making me feel better about it. I love you. Can you kiss me?”

She’s saying everything that he longs to hear T’Channa say, but he knows his wife is a lost cause and has been for years. Why else would she disappear, leaving him and the children behind? 

This darling little thing, though…

This horrible liar…

This softer version of his wife…

She could be what he’s been missing.

His perfect affair.

Someone he doesn’t mind cheating with because she’s an upgraded version of his treacherous beloved. 

He kisses her as lovingly as he can, no tongue, no saliva, no roughness. 

T’Channa forced him to become stone-cold and cruel. 

The woman in his arms is his chance to be who he once was. 

He’ll deal with his wife and her disappearance later. She’ll get what’s coming to her eventually. 

For now, he’s going to have fun pretending, too.

“Is it alright if I tell you how I would have treated you last night if I knew?” he breathes into her ear.

“Sure…”

“I would’ve grabbed those pretty hips, and I'd sit you on the bed. I would’ve kept those red panties on you, pulling back the damp crotch of them. I would’ve shown you exactly how you deserve to be eaten.”

“Oh, Bast,” she blurts out, clinging to his back. He smirks. 

T’Channa was raised to believe in Chaac. 

“I would’ve put my mouth on your pussy and my tongue inside of it. I would’ve licked you real thoroughly, all the way up and down, taking my time to bury my face in you.”

“ Oh…”

“I wouldn't be satisfied until you came in my mouth, with your hips trapped in my hands.”

He can feel her heart beating against him. Her nails dig into him tightly. 

“ K’uk’ulkan…” 

He licks her ear, wanting all of this to come true, right here, right now, but he has to be patient with this one. He already messed up. 

“I would’ve pulled those panties to the side, then slowly nudged you with the tip of my cock until you would have whined for more. I would have teasingly, gradually pushed inside you. Our flesh would have been hot and naked against each other as I waited for you to adjust to my size. You would’ve been so ready and wet that the thick tip of me would’ve slid in, stretching you carefully. I would’ve glided in and out against you at an angle, thoroughly, to wrench out every inch of anguished pleasure before going any further.”

He pulls away slightly, catching her gaze that’s blown out in lust and want. Her lips are parted, and it looks like she has something to say, but Uuka beats her to the punch. 

“Baba! Mama! Dinner is ready!” 

K’uk’ulkan grins while his new wife looks devastated and defeated. He kisses her cheek and winks. 

“You look thirsty and starved, love. Let’s go.” 

Chapter Text

Shuri can’t keep her eyes off him as he tucks Miya into bed. She got Uuka to sleep rather quickly, remembering T’Channa told her he needs his humidifier and white noise machine on. Apparently, both children and K’uk’ulkan have very sensitive ears. 

She wonders if that means her husband’s ears are sensitive to touch, such as by lips or tongue… 

Gosh. 

What’s her problem? 

She’s already kissing up on this man who isn’t hers and allowing him to say such naughty things to her. She shouldn’t be fantasizing about what she might do to him if given the chance. T’Channa will still hopefully return once her hot girl summer is over or whatever. Her sister will be the rightful one to receive K’uk’ulkan’s affections, and Shuri will go home to Mama and start the school year with new students in her courses. 

“Why do you look a million kilometers away?” K’uk’ulkan whispers as he stands next to her. Her eyes meet his. She doesn’t know how his gaze can be this piercing when the room is so dark. 

“I was thinking about today. It was fun, you know. The coconut water, spending time together as a family in the village… Part of me wants to take Uuka up on his suggestion and pull him out of school so we can do it again.” 

K’uk’ulkan pinches her chin lightly, and silently encourages her to follow him out of Miya’s room. He walks her to the master bedroom, remaining in the doorway while she stands inside. 

“You’re not going to sleep with me tonight again?” 

“Come on, Channie. You know what that’s going to lead to.” 

Shuri plays with her hands that are behind her back. “I don’t. My head injury won’t let me remember everything.” 

K’uk’ulkan smiles. It’s one of his shark-like ones, so dangerous and alluring. She’s frozen, a victim to the bite.

“If I lie in bed with you, I’m going to end up fucking you the same way I did on that couch.”

Oh… 

Shuri rubs her thighs together, not sure why she’s starting to ache. It wasn’t like that was enjoyable whatsoever. 

“I see. Well…Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Princess. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Shuri pretends to head towards the bedroom bathroom, but she ends up running right back to the door once K’uk’ulkan disappears. She watches him disappear into a room that’s in a separate hallway from where the children are. Her eyebrows knit together, curious. 

She shouldn’t go after him… 

She really shouldn’t. 

But she finds herself taking off the purple dress she wore today and replacing it with a somewhat sexy baby blue negligee. T’Channa doesn’t have any other nightwear, so it won’t look too forced. 

A bit shy at her sensual appearance, Shuri has to work up the nerve to walk down the hallway. She balls her hand into a fist and knocks twice, gently. K’uk’ulkan opens the door, holding a glass of whiskey. That must be his favorite liquor. 

He stares right at her breasts, his eyes darkening. She heats up. The lacey material hides nothing. 

“I’m busy doing paperwork. Is there something you need?” 

Shuri stares behind him, realizing that he is indeed in a home office. She smiles as sweetly as she can at the president, curious as to what kind of paperwork he could be doing. 

“Can I hang out with you while you do it? I’m not tired.” 

He laughs quietly. “Atan, you wouldn’t be interested.”

“I find you interesting. I’m sure your paperwork is, too.” 

He brings his whiskey to his lips, drinking it down as he steps aside for her to enter. She looks around for a place to sit but doesn’t have a chance to find one. K’uk’ulkan pulls her onto his lap as he sits on his office chair. She looks down and gulps, seeing that just one of his hands is large enough to cover her waist. He keeps her pinned against him that way as he uses his other hand to type on a spreadsheet. 

Not wanting to focus on his erection poking against her ass and his delicious cologne getting all over her, Shuri stares at the screen. 

“Is this the country’s budget?” 

“A draft. We’ve been working on our priorities for the financial year. There’s a way to spend wiser, always. I’m trying to figure out what to eliminate or include. I’m tired of our government wasting money on wars that don’t even involve us.” 

“Do you have to donate to those countries?”

“No, but it does guarantee support if we were ever under attack for some reason. I’d much rather help the people of Talokan, though, focusing on them.” K’uk’ulkan runs his hand down his face, then holds onto his chin as he leans back and stares at her exhaustively. “What do you think?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” He squeezes her stomach and she jolts. “In your opinion, what makes a president great?”

“Oh… I think that a president needs to lead and get people from all parties to agree to further an agenda that benefits every single person in the country, not just the wealthy. Someone who represents every single Talokanil, not just the ones who voted for them. Someone who gets shit done and it has a positive effect on the entire population. That requires heavy leadership and oratory skills, which very few people possess.”

“Fuck,” K’uk’ulkan whispers without taking his eyes off her. “You’re incredible.” 

“Thank you,” she whispers back, butterflies swarming all inside of her tummy that he has a protective grip on. She’s never looked into his presidency. She thinks he might be a great one, though. Maybe it’s something she can do tonight, research on the man she’s temporarily calling her husband. “You’re intelligent, K’uk’ulkan. I know you’ll be able to handle all of this well. Anyway, I think I’m tired now. Goodnight.” 

He captures her wrist before she can leave him. She takes the risk of looking down. He’s unfairly gorgeous, especially in this lighting. He kisses her knuckles tenderly. She doesn’t know why it does more to her than a kiss on the mouth.

“Goodnight, Channie. You look amazing in this outfit.” He tugs gently on the frilly ends of her lingerie dress. “You have a particular dress that I adore. It’s the white one with the jade harness. If you wear it tomorrow… I’ll be very pleased.”

“And I would love to please you,” she murmurs automatically, and swallows when his grin widens. “Um…Goodnight…”

She runs out of the office and doesn’t stop until she’s inside the master bedroom with her heart beating fast. She locks the door so she won’t be walked in on, then she lies on the bed with her phone on top of her. She goes to YouTube and searches K’uk’ulkan’s name in the bar. 

Shuri breaks out into a smile, seeing him all over the video icons. He looks so young in some of them, his beard nonexistent, and they’re dated over ten years ago. She clicks on some, listening to him be interviewed about environmental issues, or appear on talk shows to discuss his concerns with Talokan’s government. She flips over onto her stomach, kicking her feet and beaming at how handsome, intelligent, and professional he is. 

She sees an icon of himself and T’Channa, and immediately clicks on it. The two of them are snuggled up on a couch and holding hands. It’s from around three years ago. 

“You’re set to take the presidential office this upcoming January, Councilman Almehen. You’ve accomplished so much during your life leading up to this moment. To what do you owe your success?”

K’uk’ulkan brings T’Channa’s hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “This woman right here. She’s the one who encouraged me to run in the first place. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for my beautiful wife. She also gave me my beautiful boy, who I strive to be the best for every day.”

The host applauds, prompting the audience to do the same. He gestures to T’Channa, who is rubbing her small baby bump. 

“And I see you two are expecting another! Boy or girl?”

“A little girl this time.”

The audience cheers, and the couple kisses one another. Shuri scrolls down to read the comments. 

Ugh the way he looks at her 😍

I can’t believe that Talokan is finally getting a hot and qualified president after this last disaster 

The most beautiful First Lady we’ve ever had! 

It feels so crazy seeing them like this. They look so in love here unless it was all for show. Shame.

Ironically after reading that last comment, a new video auto plays to a segment about T’Channa’s scandalous night out. She hosted a nude party, where paparazzi took multiple pictures of her having orgies. The videos get worse from there. They all talk about her scandals, from her affairs to her acting out in public. The hosts are questioning how fit K’uk’ulkan truly is as president when he can’t manage his wife’s behavior, or how he’s a loser for staying with her despite his religious views. The comments are calling him all sorts of terrible names. 

The more recent videos of the president show him increasingly exhausted, depressed, and graying. It makes Shuri feel sad, and she leaves the room to go find him. 

When she approaches the office door, she hears quiet moaning that has her burning up all over again. She opens the door just a crack, peeking in. The president is sitting on a couch, his thick cock in his hand, stroking himself. His head is thrown back and his eyes are squeezed shut. Whatever he’s thinking about must be hot to him, because he’s grinning in between his sexy noises. 

Shuri eyes his cock again, disbelieving that something like that was inside of her. No wonder it hurt so much. She can’t believe that it fit. 

She breathes too heavily and accidentally pushes the door further open, catching his attention and making him stop. They stare at each other, the tension inside of the office as thick as him. The aching sensation has worsened. She doesn’t know what to do. 

“What are you still doing up, atan?” he husks, and Shuri unknowingly touches her breast. 

“I…I was watching videos of you… Of us, and…” She swallows, seeing his tip glistening. “I wanted to make you feel better. Can I maybe help you with that?” Shuri whispers her question, and it has K’uk’ulkan up on his feet. He stands in front of her, towering above her, his eyes devouring her. 

And then he lifts her by the hips, setting her on top of his erection, her thighs squeezing it. He maneuvers her back and forth, her clothed pussy gliding across his length while her thighs stimulate the sides of it. 

“Oh!”

Her face contorts into pleasure as the friction feels way too good. He’s getting her soaked and making her toes curl without having to be inside her. K’uk’ulkan grunts and groans, staring into her eyes as he gets a thigh job from her. 

“Ask me what I was thinking about,” he growls. Shuri’s panting, something is building inside of her, a coil that’s tightening. 

“What were you thinking about, Mr. President?” she manages, her eyes half-closed, her voice so lustful that it surprises her. 

He licks the column of her throat, sliding her faster and faster. She clings to his back, clenching his dampening shirt. Something’s happening. His lips graze her ear. 

“How it felt to be inside of you.”

Those words cause her undoing. She creams in her panties, pulsing wildly on top of his cock. She goes limp in his arms as he continues to push and pull his way to his own release, which comes with a shudder. She feels something warm trickling down her thighs and attaching into her panties and on her ass. 

Her legs are shaking as he pulls out from in between her thighs. He watches her carefully as he puts himself away. She feels so weak and so relieved. He clutches her chin and tips her head back, giving her a warm and wet kiss. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispers to her lips and she whimpers,

“Sleep with me tonight. Hold me. I know you can behave yourself.”

His lips curl into a genuine smile. He carries her to the bedroom, where he drops her on the mattress and gets ready in the bathroom. She closes her eyes, contently and exhaustively waiting for him. He spoons her, her back against his chest, and they hold hands as they drift off to sleep. 

In the morning, K’uk’ulkan has already left her while she was sleeping to attend to presidential duties inside the government building. Shuri meets Zyanya, the nanny, who is downstairs with the children at the breakfast table. Shuri sits with them after she’s done getting ready for the day. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Almehen,” Zyanya greets her. “Your haircut is very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she replies softly, earning a somewhat shocked expression from the nanny. She wonders how T’Channa treated her. Shuri then smiles at Uuka, who is finishing eating his pancakes. “Are you ready to go to school?”

“Yeah, Mama. I wish you could take me instead of Ms. Zyanya. No offense, Ms. Zyanya.”

“Oh, I can! I would love to!”

Once again, Zyanya stares at her in disbelief while Uuka is wiggling in his chair from excitement. 

“You’re not going to sit out by the pool and smoke?”

“Um, no. Not today, baby. It would be my pleasure to go with you.” Shuri looks at Zyanya. “Maybe we can all go together and after dropping him off, we can take Miya to a park somewhere.”

“Mrs. Almehen… Are you feeling alright?”

“She hit her head really hard and became nice,” Uuka tells her. “It’s okay!”

“I’m so sorry to hear about your accident. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Shuri smiles reassuringly, earning one from the nanny in return. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the group of four take everything they need and go outside to meet the driver, Fen, Namora, and the house workers all watch them in disbelief.

After dropping Uuka off at his private school, Shuri pushes Miya on the swing at an abandoned park while Zyanya rests her feet. The body guards with their fully loaded guns is probably the reason that the park is empty.

“Faster, Mama, faster! I wanna fly!”

“Okay, baby,” Shuri laughs, pushing her at her desired speed. Miya giggles hysterically, having the time of her life. 

As she pushes her, Shuri glances to the right of the neighborhood, which appears so run down compared to the left. She wonders why that is. 

“Zyanya?”

“Yes, Mrs. Almehen?”

“I’m having trouble remembering. What goes on over on that side?”

“Oh. Everyone on the right side of the train tracks lives in poverty.”

Shuri frowns. In Wakanda, no such class disparities exist. There’s nobody living in poverty. The king there budgets accordingly, making sure to invest in jobs and free education so everyone has an equal opportunity to succeed. 

“Let’s go.”

“Mrs. Almehen, it’s dangerous! We can’t!”

“Oh, come on. They’re not different from the rest of us. They’re the ones who need reassurance from their political leaders the most.”

Zyanya shakes her head. “You really did concuss yourself. If you wish to go, I cannot stop you, but I do suggest leaving Miya in my care.”

Shuri kisses Miya, letting her know that she’ll be back shortly, and then she takes off on foot to get to the other side of the train tracks. The body guards are shouting, two of them chasing after her. 

“First Lady T’Channa! Please stop!”

“Oh, put your guns away!” she hollers over her shoulder. “You’re going to scare them!”

The guards do no such thing as they walk protectively near her. She’s honestly surprised they haven’t tried hitting on her yet. Maybe after T’Channa cheated on K’uk’ulkan with a former security guard, he made sure these men weren’t the tempted kind. 

The Talokanil are shocked to see her wandering the sidewalk. Some of them have their phones out, snapping pictures of her. She notices that she’s drawing quite the crowd and stands up on an empty fruit crate. 

“Excuse me!”

“Get down!” a guard hisses, and Shuri ignores him as everyone stops and stares at her. 

“Hello! I am here today to listen to your problems so that I can help President Almehen improve Talokan in a way that benefits every single person! Please come up and share what’s on your mind!”

Some people roll their eyes and continue walking, while most remain. They end up forming a line that stretches too long for Shuri to see the end of. She sits with as many of them as she can, listening to their stories and understanding their concerns. 

“Mr. President, you’re trending all over social media. Your popularity amongst voters has skyrocketed in the recent poll the news outlets shared. You won’t believe why.” 

K’uk’ulkan arches an eyebrow after returning from a press conference, receiving this information from his social media manager. 

“Don’t keep me in suspense. Why am I trending?”

“First Lady T’Channa took a trip to the impoverished community. She stood on the public street and bonded with them. They said in interviews that she’s classier and sweeter than they were led to believe. Take a look.”

The young woman hands him a tablet. He scrolls through the newsfeed, his heart nearly stopping seeing his woman looking so down to earth in a pair of jeans and a white shirt, getting on eye level with children and spreading joy.

He suddenly has no desire to work late.

He ends his long day of being president and goes to his home next door. Everyone’s already asleep. He walks as quietly as he can to the master bedroom to find it completely empty. The next stop is the kids’ bedrooms, where he kisses Uuka and Miya, but cannot find T’Channa’s twin. He finally locates her in his home office, typing away. He stands at the door, admiring her focus. 

“Atan.”

She jumps. “Oh! Hello!”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m working on something that I’m going to present to you tomorrow. I promise I’m not snooping or messing around with your other documents whatsoever.”

K’uk’ulkan is so amused by her. Amused and bewitched. Whoever she is, she’s as smart as she is lovely. 

“I saw pictures of you today. You took a field trip, hm?”

“I wouldn’t call it that. They’re part of our community, not some faraway place. I literally stepped over train tracks in minutes to get to them.”

“And what did they tell you?”

“Some of them are feeling disillusioned after the former president devastated the economy and took away so many helpful programs. They thought that you’d be the change and hope they needed, but three years into your presidency and they feel forgotten.”

K’uk’ulkan runs his fingers through his hair. “I’ve been wanting to make their lives better, but it’s hard, atan. The houses and parties are always arguing.”

“That’s why you need to put your orator skills to use. I listened to your old speeches. You’re a powerhouse and you need to remember that.”

Chaac, what he wouldn’t give to fuck that pretty mouth saying all of this.

But his private phone is going off. 

“Excuse me, love.”

She nods without removing her eyes from the screen. He’s not going to distract her from her work anymore tonight. He shuts himself inside their bedroom and speaks to his private investigator.

“Talk to me, Happy.”

“You were right. T’Channa has a twin sister. The girls were born in a birthing center in Wakanda. Looks like the father took T’Channa and headed to Talokan. The mother kept the sister in Wakanda. The sister is a professor at a university. Teaches biochemistry or something like that.”

“The name, Happy,” K’uk’ulkan asks, almost desperately. “What’s her name?”

“Shuri.”

“Shuri,” he sighs, the name feeling so divine rolling off his tongue. “Beautiful.”

“T’Channa’s last location was Cancun. Do you want me to head there next?”

Shuri…

Shuri, Shuri, Shuri.

His perfect girl finally has a name. 

“Sure. If you can’t find her, have yourself a nice vacation on me.”

“Thanks, boss.”

K’uk’ulkan hangs up. 

Shuri, Shuri, Shuri. 

It gets even more beautiful the more he repeats it. He can’t even call her by her name. She’s still T’Channa. But it’s the name that’s going to live in his head. 

The government officials look at her as strangely as her family does. Shuri’s going to have to do a lot of work to change a lot of minds. 

What she accomplished last night might be a good start.

She waits patiently for the person in the lobby to make the call to her husband. Miya is dozing off. She wanted to come because she wanted to see her daddy, but it’s also nap time according to Zyanya. Exhaustion is winning.

“Okay, Mr. President. She’ll be escorted to your office immediately.”

She’s guided by security up an elevator to the very top floor, going through endless security checks. At least it’s hard to get to the president. Losing him via assassination might not be a possibility. 

Shuri enters the office, carrying a thick binder in one arm and a sleeping toddler in the other. She drops her hard work onto K’uk’ulkan’s desk and smiles exhaustively.

“I went through the country’s budget and did all of the proper calculations. There’s definitely enough money to fund food banks and open up a free university in the lower-income district. It’s a good start to help them achieve the same success that other children have a chance at.” 

He touches the binder, his gaze not leaving her for a second.

“This is what you stayed up late putting together?”

“Yes. I know it’s typical of First Ladies here to plan social events, but I’d rather work on social issues.” Beads of sweat are forming on her eyebrows as the president remains quiet, his dark eyes scanning her. “What’s on your mind?”

“I’m thinking about how I wish you didn’t bring our daughter with you so I could bend you over this desk.” 

Shuri turns weak in the knees, and she’s almost certain she’s going to fall as K’uk’ulkan approaches her. He slides a hand up her dress and cups the crotch of her panties, making her whimper. The heel of his palm applies pressure to her clit and she’s seeing stars. As her breathing quivers, the president leans down to whisper to her.

“I’d fuck you at a gentle pace until you’re close. Then I’d torment you in the sweetest way, flipping you onto your back. I’d enter you so easily because you’re so wet for me, just as you are now. I’d fold your legs onto yourself and get deep inside this pussy–“ K’uk’ulkan squeezes it and she audibly moans. “–and I’d hit the spot that makes you–“

“Baba!”

Miya is alert and excited, forcing Shuri to snap back into a reality and leave the fantasy alone. K’uk’ulkan gladly takes his daughter from her, giving her kisses and acting like he wasn’t just speaking so filthy. 

“Are you being good for Mama, baby?”

“Yeah! Horsies outside!”

“You two rode some horsies?”

“Yeah!”

K’uk’ulkan winks at Shuri as he walks his baby girl around the office, leaving her to weakly collapse into a nearby chair. 

She hopes Zyanya is still at the house.

She needs to return in a special dress and without Miya.

“President Almehen, Sandy Pierce is headed your way.”

K’uk’ulkan sighs. He has no choice but to let her in, even if it’s going to kill the good mood Shuri put him in. 

The politician enters, her long hair the same color as her name. She stops in front of him, her green eyes piercing. 

“It’s not like you to stand someone up, Namor.” She calls him by his childhood nickname. They met on a beach when they were kids and have come so far in their careers. “What happened?”

“Came to my senses. I’m a married man with two beautiful children. A night with you isn’t worth losing them. Nothing is. I apologize for standing you up, though. Send me your expenses and I’ll cover them.”

Sandy puts her arms around him, frowning. “When are you going to stand up in general? T’Channa hates you. You continue getting played and used. Yeah, the kids are cute, but she’s going to send you to an early grave. She’s already turned your beautiful hair gray. What are you waiting for?”

Her hands are traveling to the back of his neck. He doesn’t hold her in return. All he can think about is Shuri. He’d take Sandy up on her offer if he weren’t already having an affair with his wife’s twin.

His precious sister-in-law.

It’s so scandalous, especially pretending that she’s T’Channa. Maybe that’s what makes the affair so steamy. 

“I’m spoken for.”

Sandy opens her mouth the same time the door opens. K’uk’ulkan glances in that direction and his heart nearly stops. Shuri’s standing there, wearing the white dress and jade harness his wife had on the day they were married. She’s so unbelievably stunning that it physically hurts him. 

And then she’s running away, losing her smile after seeing him in Sandy’s arms. 

“Shit!”

He chases after her, catching her before she can get onto the elevator. She’s trying not to cry as he holds her. 

“It’s not what it looks like, atan.”

“It’s fine,” she chokes out, tears starting to fall as she forces a smile. “I’ve cheated on you so many times. It’s what I deserve. It’s fine. Everything is fine.”

K’uk’ulkan is doing everything he can not to laugh. She’s too funny. She’s really dedicated to her role.

“The truth is that I was planning on having an affair with that woman, but that was days ago. I didn’t have the heart to go through with it after seeing you in the entertainment room with our children and my mother. She came here today to scold me about it and I, again, was rejecting her. You mean everything to me, T’Channa. I’m not going to tear our family apart.”

Shuri sniffles, now wearing a real smile as he dries her tears, 

“Okay. I believe you.”

“Good,” he says softly. “Now can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Did you come right back here without our daughter because you wanted to get laid out on my desk?”

He can practically feel the heat radiating off her as she fights to compose herself. 

“No. I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner.”

He cracks a grin. 

“You couldn’t call?”

“Miya dropped my phone in the toilet.”

“Ah. I see. What was your question again?”

“What do you want for dinner?”

He touches her cheek softly and kisses her forehead. “Your pussy. See you tonight.” 

T’Channa lounges on a chair on the pool deck, smoking her freshly lit cigar as a pool boy massages her feet. Another one massages her shoulders. 

Attuma is doing cannonballs into the water, splashing people and being obnoxious. 

She picks up her new phone and scrolls through the newsfeed of her burner account. 

“What the hell?” she whispers, and clicks on a photo to enlarge it. 

It’s her twin sister, squatting on the sidewalk with a bunch of poor people. The photo was posted by the president himself with the caption,

Our First Lady visited with a few members of the community this week to gain awareness and spread joy. It’s no wonder why I call her my ilanga. Thank you, T’Channa! 

T’Channa’s nose twitches. He never posted her on the official page before. She sends a smoke ring up to the palm trees and texts her sister.

T’Channa: It’s me, sis. New number. Where are you?

K’uk’ulkan picks up Shuri’s phone. She fell asleep before he came home. He planned on putting the device away until he sees the message.

Maybe T’Channa:  It’s me, sis. New number. Where are you?

He really shouldn’t be doing this. 

Shuri deserves her privacy. But T’Channa doesn’t deserve peace. 

Shuri: at the market 

Maybe T’Channa: is he with you?

Shuri: no

Seconds later, K’uk’ulkan’s phone is ringing and he smirks. He takes the call out in the hallway.

“Yes? Who is this?”

“I’m calling you from someone’s phone at the market because mine died.”

“Ah. Hello, Channie. Don’t forget to grab that lubricant for us.”

“…What?”

K’uk’ulkan grins. He can just imagine her little angry face, knowing he’s fucking her sister. 

“No. We don’t actually need it, do we? You suck my dick so good, soaking it in that beautiful mouth of yours. You get so wet doing it, too, especially when I eat you at the same time. Just get your ass back home as soon as possible so táatah can take care of you.”

T’Channa is speechless. He hears her struggling to get words out, then she’s cursing and the call ends. K’uk’ulkan chuckles, seeing that Shuri’s phone is receiving a bunch of unnecessary texts from her sister. He does her a favor and blocks T’Channa, then deletes all the messages as though this never happened. 

He returns to his sweet girl, kissing her temple and charging her phone for her. 

He’ll get back inside of her one day. 

For now, he’s content by simply having her around. 

Chapter Text

“Good morning, Mama Fen.”

The elderly woman glares at Shuri from across the table. “Your head injury must’ve caused you to forget that the two of us don’t engage in small talk.”

Shuri plays with the ends of her skirt underneath the table. After dropping Uuka off at school and getting Miya to take a nap so Zyanya can relax for a bit, Shuri’s only other option aside from visiting  K’uk’ulkan’s office is spending time with her new mother-in-law. She knocked out before she could feed him that…dinner he wanted. She fears that going there will have her legs spreading faster than softened butter. 

“I would like to change that. I would like to change a lot of things. It would mean so much to me if the two of us can start healing our relationship.”

“You do realize I’ve been given an estimated two years to live? You can’t just give me peace and leave me alone? Or better yet, you should convince Ch’ah to divorce you once and for all. Everyone wins.”

While Shuri does agree everyone would be better off if T’Channa and K’uk’ulkan finally parted ways instead of the current madness, that’s not Shuri’s job. She’s here to impersonate her sister until the summer is over so Mama won’t die and T’Channa can get what’s left of her hoe phase out. 

Shuri really wants to find out what started her sister’s serial cheating and public humiliation of her husband. K’uk’ulkan must’ve done something unforgivable. She’s almost too afraid to look into it, not wanting to destroy this perfect image she has of him. 

T’Chaka would be the one to ask if her sister continues to avoid her. 

Fen isn’t the one to have this conversation with.

“Divorce isn’t something either of us want. I’d much rather spend time with you while I still have a chance. Would you like me to wheel you around the farm?”

“Ha! And throw me off a cliff!? I don’t think so!”

“Why would I do that!?” Shuri blurts the question out, but she knows it’s not too far-fetched to believe T’Channa would actually murder Fen in that way. “If you’re that worried, your nurse can follow us. When’s the last time you’ve had fresh air?”

Fen makes a face, then mumbles something in Yucatec Mayan to the nurse. The nurse returns later to put a shawl on Fen. Shuri smiles, maintaining it as they follow her out to the farm. Shuri offers to push Fen, and the nurse reluctantly allows it. She checks out her mother-in-law’s thick and long gray hair. 

“Would you like me to braid your hair?”

Fen turns her head, staring at her through the corner of her eye.

“What are you trying to gain, T’Channa?”

“I told you. I want to make everything right. With you, with Namora, with K’uk’ulkan… That accident I was in really opened my eyes to how terrible I’ve been. I don’t want to live like that anymore.”

Fen makes a humming sound, then faces forward. Shuri finds a hairbrush and ties inside a bag attached to the wheelchair, then begins stroking the brush through Fen’s silver hair.

“Your hair is so thick and shiny. What’s your secret?”

“Good genes.”

Shuri grins. “I believe it. You gave your son very beautiful hair.”

“It looked even better when it was fully dark. You turned it gray.” 

“I’m sorry for the reasons why, but not because it happened. I think he looks rather handsome.” 

Shuri’s cheeks are burning as soon as she says it. Fen and her nurse are smiling at one another, and Fen looks over her shoulder at her. 

“I hope you’re serious about changing yourself, wáay.”

Shuri blinks. “I’m afraid my brain has forgotten what that word means.” 

“Witch.” 

“Oh!” She’s definitely going to have to study some Yucatec Mayan during her free time. She gets to work finishing Fen’s braid. “Yeah, I’m serious. I’m tired of our marriage being so sad all the time. K’uk’ulkan and our children deserve the best version of me. Would you like to see your braid?” 

Fen nods, and Shuri snaps a picture of it. She goes around to the other side to show Fen her phone, and her mother-in-law gushes over how good the back of her head looks. 

“Thank you, chu’upalo. You did a wonderful job.” 

It’s the first nice thing Shuri has heard this woman say since she got here. 

“Would you like to resume our walk?” 

“I would.”

Shuri stands behind her, about to put her phone away when she realizes she accidentally scrolled too far back in her gallery. There’s an old photo of her at the gym, back in her college days. She took a mirror picture of herself, showing off her ass in her little pink shorts for nobody in particular. She licks her lips and decides to send it to K’uk’ulkan’s private phone number before sticking it back into her purse. 

“Alright, let’s keep going.” 

The women enjoy the summer breeze as they continue to go down the trail that passes the goats, sheep, and pigs. As soon as they’re near the horse stables, they can hear whistling coming from behind. Shuri stops and turns her head, seeing the president jogging towards them. She arches an eyebrow. 

“Are you already done for the day?” 

K’uk’ulkan is out of breath as he looks between his mother and her. “You two have been spending time together?” 

“Your atan has been very pleasant for once, Ch’ah. You should reward her.”

“Trust me. I will.” 

Shuri sweats, not knowing what that means. Her nerves get even more worked up when he adds,

“Naa, would it be alright if you and your nurse can finish this lovely walk by yourselves?” 

“Of course. Give me a kiss.” 

K’uk’ulkan leans down, kissing her on the cheek. Mama’s boy. As soon as the nurse starts to wheel Fen away, the president takes her by the hand and leads her to the stables. Before any words can be spoken, he holds her by her face and starts kissing her. Deeply, hotly, wetly. His long, thick tongue is so far into her mouth that she swears she can swallow it whole, but sucking seems to be doing the trick. The president groans and squeezes her ass. 

“How could you send me that picture and not expect me to come after you?” K’uk’ulkan bites her lower lip gently. She’s so lightheaded, clinging to his neck to keep her from falling. His eyes are drinking her in, not helping with the dizziness that’s coming with her building arousal. “Bend over that haystack for me.” 

“Why?” she whispers, and all he does is give her that commanding stare. She swallows and doesn’t move. 

That’s when he manhandles her, pushing her over the nearby haystack until her back is bowed and her ass is flaunted in the air. He falls to his knees behind her. The stubble of his beard scratches against her skin as he drags his lips over her thighs, leaving behind a blazing trail of fire and causing heat to pool into the pit of her stomach. 

“K’uk’ulkan,” she rasps, feeling his hot breath all over her. Her panties underneath her skirt are getting wetter, her core aching. It always does around him. “What are you doing?” 

“Eating this pussy as I requested last night. You’re not denying it this time.” 

She’s learning quickly that he loves getting his way with her. 

It’s hot. It’s twisted that it’s this hot. 

She squirms as his strong hands anchor to her hips, squeezing her skin there so possessively. His touch is scorching hot and her blood simmers in her veins the longer he toys with her, leaving behind indents of his teeth just beneath the skin that peeks out from the bottom of her underwear. A soft huff falls from her parted lips. 

“You left your office to do this?” 

“You gave me no other choice, Princess. I can’t focus on any of my duties until I taste you.” 

Bast… 

Do all men love eating pussy as much as him, or is he a rare exception? 

What if she tastes different from her sister? 

He would’ve noticed when he briefly ate her out on the couch that night, though, right? Or was he too horny to care? 

What if he realizes- 

“Oh…Oh, oh, oh, oh…” 

Her eyelids flutter shut, all thoughts disappearing from her mind when he smothers his head between her thighs and hungrily mouths at her clothed pussy, his nose pressed into the fabric as he takes a deep breath and inhales her scent. 

Whether that’s normal or not, it has the seat of her panties soaked and her cunt dripping beads of arousal that pool between the insides of her thighs. 

His fingers hook beneath her panty line, teasing the skin there and making her nerves tingle like live wire. He sharply tugs it down in one swift movement, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. Her underwear dangle uselessly around her ankles as she’s pushed further against the haystack. 

“K’uk’ulkan,” she whimpers, dying for his touch, his tongue, anything. “Do it already.” 

Every hair on her nape stands in anticipation and goosebumps prickle along her flesh as K’uk’ulkan spreads her cheeks wide with his big hands. The hot knot in her stomach twists tighter as he whistles, his hot breath fanning over her glistening folds as pearls of arousal trickle down. 

“You know what I love the most about your pussy other than the taste and the feel?” 

Bast, she needs him to ruin her… 

All she can manage is a weak, “Hm?”

“That I’m the only one familiar with it. It’s all mine, isn’t it?” 

He’s taking her born again virgin lie to heart, not knowing that it’s the truth. He really is her first and so far, her only. 

What is he waiting for? Doesn’t he know she wants him? Needs him? 

“Yes. All yours,” she whispers. 

“Do you remember what you used to call me?” 

“No…” 

Oh. This wait is painful. Her pussy is throbbing and he’s staring right at it as it does. 

“Taatah,” he breathes out and her eyes nearly roll back at the sensation. “It’s another word for father.” 

Is President K’uk’ulkan asking to be called ‘Daddy’? 

She doesn’t know how much more of this she can take. She glances over her shoulder, finding his eyes peeking at her above her ass. She licks her dry lips. 

“Eat me out, taatah.” 

His eyes light up and he disappears inside of her. A moan tumbles from her lips as he seals his mouth over her pulsing warmth, stuffing her pussy into him. She rakes her fingers across the haystack, desperate to find purchase as a new wave of heat blossoms in the pit of her stomach and makes her head spin. A groan vibrates between her thighs as he suckles at her swollen folds, his strong hands pawing at her ass that she showed him in that spicy photo. Her throat is parched with her moans as K’uk’ulkan makes out with her pussy, adding his tongue and teeth to it. 

Stars waver in her vision, tears clinging to the corners of her lashes as the pleasure inside of her gnaws at her ravenously. 

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, she wants to cry out, but doesn’t dare. Not yet. Her cunt getting devoured is intense as it is. 

The coil within twists tighter, threatening to break something inside of her as the president’s tongue dips into the tight ring of muscles of her fluttering hole. He’s muttering praises into the heat of her pussy as he spanks her. She whines as her hips jolt forward, the aching nub of her clit begging for attention as a pleasant itch tickles the base of her spine. All she can focus on now is the drag of her lover’s tongue between her plush walls as he splits open her folds. The pressure in her stomach reaches a boiling point, and she’s thrashing in his hold. 

“Fuck!”

She cries out his name while he’s lost in the vivid taste of her pussy, swallowing her flavor down. His teeth drip with saliva and his jaw aches with a pleasant burn. A push of his tongue has her unfurling at last, the coil in her belly shattering into a million pieces. Her pussy flutters around him as her release flows into his mouth. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his tongue continues to ravage her in the midst of her mind-numbing rapture, strings of translucent fluid webbing on his lips as he drinks his fill. 

 Shuri’s toes curl in the soles of her feet as he works through her intense high, her clit kicking weakly when he presses his thumb over the tightly packed bundle of nerves until she’s screaming. 

She gulps down ragged gasps of air, her heart steady to leap out of her throat as pleasure continues to burn through her veins. He pulls away from her with a loud, wet pop, then he pats her thigh. 

“Thank you for that afternoon delight, sweetheart. I have to get back to my office now.”

The stables are spinning around her violently as she tries to come back to earth. She feels so completely boneless, falling against the haystack. He’s pulling her underwear back up for her, situating them underneath her dress. 

“That’s so sweet,” she mumbles, and he laughs. 

“Eating you out?” 

“Um… No. That was…that was something. I’m talking about you putting my underwear on me.” 

K’uk’ulkan straightens her up, turns her, and pulls her into him. He kisses her and when he ends it, she’s licking her lips.

“You love the way you taste, don’t you?”

She nods, feeling hot all over again. She can feel the poor man hard as a rock against her. “You… You don’t want me to return the favor?”

He cups her cheek, his dark eyes sparkling with something new. He’s so handsome that it hurts, even with his face and beard so messy with her arousal. 

“Tomorrow night at the gala will be the perfect opportunity for you to open up for me, Princess.”

She nearly forgot about that.

“What’s the gala for again?”

“200 years of Talokan’s independence. My ancestors fought back against conquistadors and became uncolonized.”

Wow. She really does have a lot of exciting research to do. 

“I have to go, Channie. Thank you for quenching my thirst, gorgeous. Will you be needing someone to assist you with walking back home?”

Her legs still feel like jelly. 

“N-No. I’m going to sit here for a bit and talk to the horses. I love you, K’uk’ulkan.”

He opens his mouth to say something after he stares at her for a while. Then he leaves without another word. 

While Uuka and Miya are playing a game in another room inside of T’Chaka’s hut, Shuri searches for the broadcast of K’uk’ulkan’s speech that he’s giving for a firefighter killed while saving someone’s life. He had to attend the funeral and after that’s over, he’s coming to pick her up to get ready for the gala. 

Shuri adjusts the tuner on the ancient television until she comes across K'uk'ulkan's speech that he's giving live at the cemetery.

She touches the screen, longing to stand beside him.

She wishes her sister didn't publicly embarrass him so much in the past.

Maybe she can convince him that she deserves to be next to him at events like these. 

"Get any closer and you'll be kissing the glass," T'Chaka comments, his mouth full of mango. "Looks like that's what you want. You have a crush on your brother-in-law."

"I do not! He's just...very intelligent. I admire his words. He's a great orator. He's skilled with his mouth."

"Uh-huh. You better get some real stitches to keep yourself closed up. You don't want to make your sister an auntie to her own husband's child."

Shuri abruptly turns the TV off and joins her laughing father at the table. With K’uk’ulkan far away and the children currently distracted, maybe she can get some answers to the questions that have been eating at her. 

“What went wrong with their marriage in the first place? She did so many terrible things to him. That doesn’t just happen randomly. Did he hurt her? Did he cheat first? Help me understand.”

T’Chaka puts his peeling knife down. “Let’s just say Uuka was born by choice. Miya was born by force.”

Shuri moves in the seat uncomfortably. Her voice lowers, avoiding being heard over the laughing children. 

“Are you saying that he… raped T’Channa?”

With the way he took her virginity, Shuri shouldn’t be too surprised. 

T’Chaka rubs his nose bridge after taking his glasses off. He then readjusts them. 

“Your sister kissed a very well-known politician in Talokan. It wasn’t documented anywhere. She went to that state to rally for K’uk’ulkan’s presidency and the man came onto her. She rejected further advances, but K’uk’ulkan’s ego was severely bruised. He thought giving her another baby would keep her from doing that again, but as you can see… She took it to hell.”

Shuri wishes she could call her sister and hear her side of the story, or even ask K’uk’ulkan about it. All she can do for now is wait until the opportunity comes up. 

“Bye, Mama! Bye, Baba! Have fun at the gala!” Uuka waves at his parents excitedly as he stands with his sister in front of their grandfather. “Bring me back something from the capital city!”

“We will, mehen. Take good care of your Sisi and make sure Grandpa feeds you something other than crocodile soup.”

“And what if they like it, eh!? Ever thought about that!?” T’Chaka bites into his mango. Miya copies him. “Go on and get before you’re late.”

K’uk’ulkan watches as Shuri goes over to his children to give them hugs and kisses. She’s too good with them, so much so that it seems natural. It makes him long to turn her from their aunt into their stepmother. He laughs to himself, realizing that if he’d ever have more children with her, those kids would be Uuka’s and Miya’s siblings and cousins. 

It’s fucked up. 

It’s also fucked up how much he wants to fuck his sister-in-law again. 

They crawl into the limo. They sit across from one another. K’uk’ulkan stares right at her legs as he pours himself some whiskey. His eyes then travel to her center. 

He hasn’t eaten T’Channa out since she started her affairs. He didn’t want his tongue to touch where other men had been. He only fucked her because she’s his and that’s the least she could offer him. Weekly tests had to be done to be sure she wasn’t infected with anything. Not being able to have sex with her wouldn’t upset him as much as her becoming sick would be. She’s a fucking whore, but at least she’s a safe one.

Shuri, on the other hand, hasn’t had anyone except for him. Eating her pussy was an otherworldly experience. Her taste, her sweet sounds, the feeling of her around his tongue… 

He wants to become buried there again, as deep as she’ll let him. He still strokes himself when he remembers what it was like to fuck her on that couch, those tears streaming down her face, that tie in her mouth, how wet it all made her…

“Atan.”

“Yes?”

“After the gala ends, I’ll be taking you to a presidential suite. I’m expecting something. I hope that you understand.” 

“Yes, táatah,” she whispers, and he has to glide a hand over his erection to calm himself. 

“Come sit on me.”

She does so, straddling his lap and holding onto his shoulders. He grabs her by the waist and watches her breasts bounce when they go over some bumps. He sets his lips to them, sucking her nipples through her shirt and making her whimper. Her eyes are needy by the time he brings his head back.

“Your proposal was accepted. Construction is already being done to create the university building. You’ve also provided plenty of jobs in doing so.”

She flashes her teeth at him. Her smile is so beautiful. He enjoys making her happy.

“Oh, K’uk’ulkan. Thank you! Over time, you’re going to see big changes to the point that the lower class won’t exist at all!” She kisses his forehead. His eyes close briefly as her nails travel through his hair. Her touch is unlike any other. When he opens his eyes, there’s so much softness in her stare. It’s all for him. She’s all for him. “You made that happen so fast.”

“When my First Lady comes up with a brilliant idea, I’ll never hesitate to make it come true.”

She rewards him with gentle kisses all over his face. He holds her warm body tighter, basking in all this affection. 

“I think I would like to sit on you like this at the presidential suite,” she whispers somewhat shyly. “I really love it.”

“I love it, too.”

 He wraps his arms around her, suddenly craving a loving embrace. She rests her chin on top of his head and cradles his face. They remain this way the rest of the drive, content with comfortable silence. 

Shuri’s never had a stylist get her dolled up before, but now that she’s lived the experience, she never wants to do her own makeup again. 

She spins around in front of her full length mirror, loving the jade-colored dress K’uk’ulkan purchased for her. The straps are thin and the backside is very low, with strings of pearls decorating it. One hand slips underneath the thin fabric and K’uk’ulkan will be getting a handful of ass. 

Smiling to herself and feeling like a princess, she leaves her phone where it is and heads downstairs. She sees K’uk’ulkan waiting for her at the bottom of the staircase and they both freeze.

He’s wearing a jade suit to match her dress and there are quetzal feathers attached to his ear. He looks so dignified, handsome, and perfect. 

“Hurry down here to me. Please.”

She moves as fast as her gold heels will allow her, then she falls into his strong arms. He’s shaking his head, eyes full of adoration. 

“Atan, nobody on this earth holds a candle to you. You are so unbelievably stunning. You’ll be the envy of the entire gala.”

“I can say the same thing about you…” She’s getting flustered the longer he stares. “We should probably get going.”

He smiles and keeps an arm around her. They receive many compliments on their way out of the house. Inside the limo, she sits on his lap again, this time in a cradling position as the city lights dance across them. She’s so excited to be going to the capital. 

But she’s also nervous. 

All of the important people there are going to assume she’s T’Channa, and it’s not a good reputation that comes along with that. They’re going to be judging her all night. She won’t be surprised if K’uk’ulkan leaves her at some point to converse with others and she’s left alone with nobody to talk to. She didn’t even bring her phone to pretend to busy herself with. 

“Are you going to be giving a speech tonight?”

“No. I enlisted the governor of this state to do that. Tonight is all about eating, drinking, and dancing with the love of my life.”

She’s relieved. Maybe he won’t be leaving her.

“You haven’t been to an event like this in a few years, atan. Ignore the looks and gossip. Pay them no mind. Be as sweet and as lovely as you are.”

While Shuri knows everyone at the gala has seen T’Channa’s holes in some form or another, K’uk’ulkan brings her comfort and confidence. 

She holds onto his arm as soon as he helps her out of the limo and cameras are going off as they walk the red carpet. So many people are coming up to greet the President of Talokan, causing his security guards to be on full alert. Nobody is saying much to her, but definitely about her. She ignores the whispering and keeps a smile on her face, occasionally posing for photos with her husband. 

He gets her inside of the building where they have their own table close to the stage. Waiters come by, bringing plates of food and showing off various bottles of wine.

“None for me, thanks. Atan?”

If she drinks, it’ll loosen her tongue. This will all be over. 

“I’m good.”

K’uk’ulkan clicks his tongue. “Channie, have a glass or two. I know how much you love a chilled bottle of cherry wine.”

Oh…

That does sound good…

“Okay. I suppose one glass shouldn’t hurt.”

K’uk’ulkan rubs his chin, then looks up at the waiter. “Leave the bottle.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. President.”

K’uk’ulkan pours her a glass, then hands it to her with a wink. That first sip is so divine that it quickly leads to another and before she knows it, her glass is empty. Her husband laughs.

“Refill already?”

“Hm… maybe I should slow down…”

Just then, that woman who was holding him in his office slithers up to their table like a snake. K’uk’ulkan stands up to greet her and whoever the hell she brought as a date. She’s dying inside to see that woman touching her man’s arm. Rather than make a scene, Shuri pours herself another glass.

She’s been in the bathroom for a long time.

He’s thinking about going in and checking on her until a senator’s wife comes out, gushing to him.

“First Lady T’Channa is a riot! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed that hard in my life while talking to her. Oh, and her dress? What a beauty. You two are perfect together. 

K’uk’ulkan can’t begin to describe how hearing someone compliment his ‘wife’ for once since the affairs makes him feel. It’s a good mixture of pride and relief.

“Thank you. Is she okay in there?”

“Oh, yes. She’s entertaining the bathroom attendant.”

K’uk’ulkan nods, deciding she can’t be doing much harm if women are coming out of that bathroom happy. Governor Ko’ba comes up to him next. He’s the brother of Cadmael, the man who kissed T’Channa prior to her pregnancy with Miya. K’uk’ulkan has to mentally prepare himself and not snap.

“President Almehen. How are you? Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

“Hello, Governor. It’s very beautiful indeed. I’m enjoying it.”

Ko’ba slides one hand in his pocket and sips on his drink. “You and your wife seem happy. I’m surprised you brought her. We never thought we’d see the two of you together in public again.”

“Well, what can I say? I’m devoted to her. She’s been working on fixing her mistakes. Everyone deserves another chance.”

Ko’ba pats him on the shoulder and walks away. K’uk’ulkan can hear him whispering to someone.

“Thank Chaac my brother is running once this term is over. We need a president with a backbone.”

K’uk’ulkan clenches his fists. If he weren’t the most important man in the room, he’d start beating on the governor. But he’s had far too much media and PR  training to know better. 

At last, the bathroom door opens to reveal the most gorgeous woman in this building. Seeing this personified sunshine has him forgetting about everything else. 

“Happy 200 years of independence, Talokan! Here’s to another 200! Wooooo!” 

K’uk’ulkan catches Shuri when she stumbles. He can’t stop smiling at her and it’s not because the cameras haven’t stopped flashing. 

“How much of that cherry wine did you drink?”

She taps her chin and hums. “Um… a lot!”

When she sticks her tongue out, he laughs softly. This might be his chance to call her by her real name. She won’t remember this in the morning. 

The president pulls her into him and kisses along her earlobe. “You look exceptionally gorgeous tonight, Shuri. I wish you truly were my wife.”

“Hey! That’s my name! Say it again but with your last name attached to it, meent’ uts!”

Oh. Now she’s learning his language for him. She’s in trouble tonight. 

“Dance with me, Shuri Almehen.”

“K’uk’ulkan,” she sighs, holding his neck while he caresses her lower back. She’s so out of it. She’s smiling uncontrollably and her eyes are glossed over. He’s never seen her looking better. “I’d be so good to you if I was your wife. So good. I would never hurt you.”

One of his hands goes further, finding the flesh of her ass after it slips underneath the thin material of her dress. She moans in his ear when he gives it a squeeze. He doesn’t care if cameras are going off. Touching his wife is never bad publicity.

“I know, angel, I know. You’re a good woman.”

“I don’t have to be tonight,” she whispers, her amber eyes growing dark with lust. K’uk’ulkan holds her close and sways with her.

“You do understand that when you walk into that suite, you’re giving me permission to do whatever I want to you.”

She crashes her lips against his. When she sucks on his tongue, he can taste cherry wine. She’s biting his lips and tugging on his hair. Her pussy is pulsing on his erection that he’s hiding with her body. She’s so fucking horny. 

“That’s what I want,” she breathes out as soon as their kiss ends. “Take me away, Mr. President.”

3 years ago

K’uk’ulkan paces the room as his wife sits on a chair with a tear-stained face. He pauses to glare down at her, fighting back tears of his own.

“Did you fuck him?”

“I already told you no! It was just a kiss!”

“Just a kiss,” he scoffs and shakes his head. “Listen to you. You think it’s okay to be a married woman kissing a man who isn’t your husband? How would you feel if I kissed someone?”

“I apologized so many times! Shouldn’t you be grateful that I told you!? It could’ve easily turned into something else but I didn’t let it.”

“And how do I know that, Channie? You love older men, remember? You tried to fuck me within minutes of meeting me.”

“I didn’t do anything but kiss him!” T’Channa cries out. “And of course, I acted that way with you! Look at you! I wanted you and I always will!”

When she breaks down, K’uk’ulkan lowers to his knees and holds onto her waist. Her lips are quivering as she cups his cheek. He gives her wrist gentle kisses, waiting for her sobbing to calm down. 

She means everything to him. 

He’s not going to let anyone take her away. 

He needs to show who she belongs to, especially now that the campaign has started and cameras are going to be following them all of the time. 

“I’m putting a second child into you.”

Her hands fall from his face. “Excuse me?”

“To prove your love and devotion to me, you’re going to spend this campaign pregnant. Nobody will look in your direction when they clearly see who you belong to.”

“I am not going through another pregnancy! Giving birth to Uuka nearly killed me!”

“It’s a price you must pay for embarrassing me after everything I’ve done for you.”

“Over a fucking kiss, K’uk’ulkan!?” T’Channa stands up. He blocks her from leaving the room. She gets in his face. “Fuck you. I’m not going to risk my life to stroke your ego. If you don’t want to trust me, that’s on you.”

His lips curl into a grin as he constricts his arms around her, trapping her. 

“It’s cute how you think you have a choice.”

Now

“Can I tell you something?”

K’uk’ulkan closes his eyes in pleasure as his sister-in-law kisses his neck. They’re sitting on the window sill. The bright lights from the city buildings shine inside their room. He’s fully clothed and she’s in nothing but a black thong, sitting on top of him and giving him drunken hickeys. He can feel a wet spot forming.

“You can ask me anything you want.”

“Were you a bad man to my sister?” Shuri nips at his jaw. His hands smack against her ass and remain there. “Is that why she left?” 

“There were things I shouldn’t have done to her because all it did was drive her to the promiscuous woman she is today.” K’uk’ulkan groans when she sucks into a particularly deep section on his throat. “I don’t want to talk about her. I promise I’ll tell you everything when you’re sober and ready to come clean. Tonight, I just want to be with you.”

She suddenly moves upward, and feeds a breast into his mouth. He licks and sucks after latching onto it, coaxing sexy noises out of her throat. He works on freeing his aching cock at the same time. 

“I’m so wet, táatah.”

He unlatches from one breast and uses kisses while traveling to the other. “I know, baby, I know. Tell me what you want.” He sucks hard on the neglected tit, making her whimper and grind against his pelvis. Her pussy grazes his tip with each movement, driving him insane.

“I want you to get inside it again.”

He smiles up at her as his hands lower to her pussy. He slides his fingers underneath the damp fabric of the crotch and press into her, feeling her wetness. Shuri moans, staring at him with pleading eyes. 

“You’re soaked enough that we can get right to fucking, or-“

“No,” she cries, shaking her head as tears form. “I need it now.”

“Okay, sweet girl.” He kisses each breast delicately, then slides her panties to the side, lining himself up to her entrance with his other hand, never tearing his gaze from that precious face. “Lower yourself onto it nice and slow. We’re in no rush.”

Shuri breathes out, her hands clutching his shoulders for support. She looks down, beginning her descent. She cries out sharply when the tip goes in, and he’s groaning at the tight, wet, and hot tease. 

“That’s it, Princess. Keep going. You’re doing so well.”

She takes in more of him, panting heavily and looking at him with tears. 

“You’re so big… I feel too full…”

“Breathe, Shuri Almehen. You almost have it all the way in.”

“I can’t…”

He looks at where they’re joined. Her arousal is trickling out of her and down his cock. His eyes flicker back up at her. 

“You want to,” he whispers, and she nods helplessly. “Sweetheart, if you get me inside of you, I swear this orgasm will be even better than my tongue gave you.”

“Even better?”

“Yes. Just a little bit more. You can do it.”

Trusting him, Shuri drops the final remaining inches and they release the same satisfied groan at him being fully buried inside. He holds onto her hips and silently asks for a kiss, which she gives him. He pulses inside of her, giving her time to accommodate his length before the pounding begins.

“Whenever you’re ready, bounce at your own pace.”

She sniffs and pushes herself back, giving him a full view of her front side. She finds purchase in his hair, then slides that tight pussy up and down. Her head rolls back and she’s licking her lips as she takes the first ride. K’uk’ulkan watches her roll in rapt fascination. She’s having an out of body experience, coating his cock with her translucent fluids.

“How does it feel?”

She brings her head back up, giving him a flirtatious smile that has him throbbing fiercely. 

“So good, táatah. How does it feel for you?”

“Fucking amazing,” he growls, his eyes constantly switching between that pussy sucking him back in and those gorgeous amber eyes. “You make me feel needed and wanted, Shuri. I’ve been desiring that for years.”

Her lips form into a sexy pout as she rides him effortlessly. She’s a fast learner. 

“If you were my husband, I’d never, ever cheat on you. You have all I want. This is all I want.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he husks, meaning it. All he needs is the twins to stop playing this game. “Do you want to really feel something now, Shuri?”

“Mm, yes, please…”

“Are you sure? I’ll be just as rough as I was our first time.” 

She pauses her movements, her walls fluttering around him. She scratches his scalp lightly. 

“I’m glad I lost my virginity to you. You’re so perfect, K’uk’ulkan. Marry me.”

He grins and carries her over to the bed, kissing her lips softly all the way. She’s not going to remember anything that she’s saying to him, but he wishes she would. Despite his beautiful children, he wishes she was the twin inside that river. 

He might be falling in love with her. 

He lies her on her belly, propping her ass up higher with pillows. He gives her pussy one wet stroke of his tongue before he plunges his cock straight into her wet sex.

“Oh, you good, good girl,” he moans as she takes him. She’s so tight, and becomes even tighter when he rubs his palms all over her ass, smacking it lightly. “Let your táatah fuck you hard.”

“Yes!” 

He pounds into her at a pace that has her screaming. His cock drives itself straight into her cervix, pummeling her until she loosens up. His balls twitch as they slap her thighs, preparing to shoot his semen into her womb. He loves the way her soft ass presses up against his stomach each time he gives a hard thrust. He leans his weight into her, pinning her down against the mattress. 

“You look so beautiful with your face down and your ass up for me, Shuri.” He pulls out to toy with her clit, watching her hole twitch and convulse. Her pussy is wetter than T’Channa’s has ever been. “Let me take you to the table now, baby.” 

He gently throws her over his shoulder, carrying her to the destination. He lies her face down on the dining table, her legs spread with the corner between them. Before he penetrates her, he leans down and whispers in her ear.  

“Come on my cock.”

She looks back at him, those eyes so sensual and turned on. Fuck, he wishes she were sober. Maybe her memory will grant her some recollection of tonight. 

“Yes, Mr. President.”

He takes her from behind again, thrusting like his life depends on it. He pushes her clit back and forth against the smooth corner of the table. She’s whining and whimpering, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. 

“You like that?”

“Yes…”

He pumps her hard, large bursts of pleasure built within him. He fills himself with bliss, sheathing his cock inside her as deep as it can go, carrying no guilt for doing this to a woman who isn’t his wife but she’s so fucking perfect that she deserves to be. He groans when her walls clench in the response.

“Ah, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-“

He flashes his teeth down at her as her walls hug him tightly and she contracts all around him. He feels more soaked, more harder thanks to her sweet release. Her eyes have closed and they’re not opening. He truly fucked her to sleep. 

He thrusts a few more times until he comes, depositing right at the entrance of her womb. He feels a warm rush of his hot semen filling up the small space between her walls and his cock. He loves watching her take all of this in her sleep. Her face is so vulnerable while her body looks so dirty and lewd. He sighs, knowing that this is going to happen plenty more times, in every single place he can get her. 

When he slides himself out, globs of cum follow, hitting the floor with a sloppy wet splatter. 

How fucking hot that this twin can do that to him. His cock is growing hard all over again, something else that’s uncommon. He throws her onto the mattress and cleans her the best he can before giving her a kiss on the forehead. He calls her by her loving name one final time before she’s ready to tell it to him herself. 

“Goodnight, Shuri. Thank you for coming into my life.” 

Shuri’s head is throbbing when she wakes up in the morning. She’s inside a hotel room, unsure of how she got from the gala to here. She stretches and groans, feeling like there’s something inside her. She reaches down to touch herself there. She’s overly sensitive. 

“Fuck…”

She can remember bits and pieces, the feeling of K’uk’ulkan’s mouth on her, the pleasurable slide of his…

Her eyes open wide. 

She had sex with the president for a second time and can barely recall it. 

It’s so unfair. 

Damn cherry wine. 

“Good morning, Channie.”

She turns her head to the left after hearing the door open and close. K’uk’ulkan looks mouthwatering in nothing but his boxers, carrying a tray of food and a purplish liquid. He sets it down on her lap and gives her a warm good morning kiss.

“Cranberry juice. I couldn’t get you to pee last night. Hopefully it’ll help any infections from occurring.”

“Mm, thank you. This all looks so delicious.”

“Greasy potatoes are an excellent cure for a hangover.”

She laughs weakly before taking a sip of the juice. “I need it.”

As she drinks the juice and he’s kissing on her cheek and holding her, a phrase echoes in her mind. 

Dance with me, Shuri Almehen. 

She almost spits out her drink, and ends up choking on it. K’uk’ulkan pats her back.

“Is everything alright, atan?”

She swallows roughly. Hopefully her memory is misconstrued. 

“Um…What do you think about the name Shuri?”

He pinches his brows together and tilts his head to the side. Then he slowly smiles. 

“It’s a beautiful name. Is that going to be for the daughter I gave you last night?”

Chapter Text

“I’m messing around with you. You had that procedure done after Miya was born, no? The chances of you getting pregnant are very slim.” 

Shuri breaks out into a cold sweat. He’s ejaculated into her twice so far, and neither of those times she was protected by any kind of birth control. 

“Um…Well, remember when I had those stitches done?” She continues once he gives her an amused grin. “I also had them undo the procedure so… It would be wise if I could possibly get my hands on a morning after pill or something.” 

Shit… 

If that even exists in this country… 

K’uk’ulkan stabs the fork through some potatoes and instructs her to open her mouth. He feeds her. 

“We can make a stop before picking up the children. But if a daughter isn’t the reason you’re asking, why did you tell me that name?” 

Whew. She didn’t reveal too much last night. Her identity remains a secret. 

“Baba was going to name me Shuri instead of T’Channa. He told me yesterday.” She drinks more of the juice and licks her lips. “Do you… still think it’s beautiful?” 

“Shuri,” he somewhat growls, and heat blooms across her cheeks. “Sounds like a name that belongs to a very lovely woman, with a kind heart and a soft voice. The kind of name a man whispers in an intimate moment because he’s so grateful to be inside her.”

Bast… 

“O-Oh, yeah?” 

“It doesn’t suit a woman like you, Channie.” K’uk’ulkan gently grabs her by the throat and his lips become close enough to kiss. “You have the kind of name a man screams when you break his heart.”

“I’m sorry,” she manages, not particularly enjoying how she likes having his hands around her neck. “I wish I never hurt you. I wish we could start over. I was a different person back then.”

K’uk’ulkan studies her eyes for a moment, puts a lid over the plate, and moves the tray to the side. She yelps when she’s slung over his shoulder. He spanks her ass on the way to the bathroom. 

“Let me get some in the shower, and maybe I’ll start to forgive you.”

Ohh…

She really, really shouldn’t be having sex with her brother-in-law, especially when he believes that she’s his wife. 

But then he sits her down on the closed toilet seat, removes his boxers, and gives her a sexy grin while the water heats up. 

Well…

It’s not like this is their first time doing it…

She pulls down her only article of clothing, a clean pair of underwear he must’ve put on her last night. He pulls her into the shower with him, and wastes no time working her up, that tongue delving into her mouth and lapping all around as though her saliva is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. 

For a moment. 

She pants and looks up as he sucks on the delicate skin of her neck, feeling his warm lips and the hot water heating her up simultaneously. 

“Don’t you want to be clean before…going in?”

Her eyelids close at the sensation of his tongue dragging along her jawline. He takes her breath with him as he squeezes body wash onto a clean hotel rag. She groans while he scrubs her breast and goes lower to gently pat at her center. Pretty soon, her entire skin is lathered up. 

“You know, Princess… Seeing you covered in white like that has me thinking.” 

Shuri’s heart dances inside her chest. Does he want to remarry T’Channa? Is she doing that good of a job playing this role? 

“About what?” 

K’uk’ulkan backs her up against the wet wall, one hand near her head and the other cupping her chin. When he gives her that smirk, she knows he’s up to no good and she’s in big trouble. 

“Why don’t we skip getting that morning after pill, hm? I promise to pull out at the right moment. You’d look so sexy drenched in my cum.”

Bast, how can one man - a president, of all people - be so damn filthy? 

She’s not much better, either. 

At least, her body isn’t. She’s aching with need. 

It doesn’t help that his beautiful eyes are melting her. 

She remembers what her father said, about Miya being born by force. Surely, K’uk’ulkan’s a better man now, having experienced all of that betrayal and infidelity as a consequence. He wouldn’t be trying to get his ‘wife’ pregnant again, right? 

“You promise?” she whispers, and he nods. 

“Of course. I’ve had plenty of decades to know when the moment is coming. Chaac…” He shakes his head, then captures her lips in a kiss. “That pout of yours always does something to me, T’Channa…” 

The hand on her chin begins its descent, groping her breasts, grazing her torso, and then stopping to press on her clit. She moans brokenly, feeling like she’s going to pass out from the sudden pleasure if the heat doesn’t get to her first. He bites her lobe lightly and purrs into her ear. 

“I need you, Shuri.” 

Her heart pounds. So does her pussy. Then he laughs. 

“Just wanted to see what it sounds like.” 

And it sounds so fucking good… 

“You can pretend that I’m someone else…” Shuri sucks her lips into her mouth when he pulls his head back to smile down at her. “Just for right now, I mean. I had so many affairs while you stayed so loyal… You can be naughty, just this once…” 

With a startling growl, he picks her up by the thighs, spreads them, and seconds later, she’s being stretched out by something large. She claws at the tiles, overwhelmed by the fact her body is already used to him as though her pussy is welcoming his cock back to its home. The fleeting moment of pain has morphed into intense pleasure as he throbs against her tight walls. She can feel her arousal drenching him. 

And then the thrusting starts. 

Her tongue falls out of her mouth and she’s grinning hard. 

“Oh, K’uk’ulkan! Nobody’s ever fucked me this good!”

“Nobody ever will, Shuri.” He thrusts faster, with more power. She’s being slammed into the wall repeatedly, too blissed out to feel any pain. “I’m the only one for you. Tell me.”

She caresses his bearded face as he pounds into her. His hair is so curly when wet and she’s starting to wonder if that’s what it looks like naturally before he styles it with products. He’s not only watching her with lust, but with love. How could her sister hurt him with a look like that, with the ability to fuck like this? 

“Only yours,” she whispers, bringing their faces together. The kiss doesn’t last long. He’s getting inside of her too deep and too perfect that she’s gasping and groaning into his mouth. 

When the shower is over and all that’s on their bodies are robes, the intense kissing resumes. Shuri doesn’t know if he pulled out. What she does know is that she wants him immediately back in. 

“Did you and Baba have fun?”

Shuri smiles at Uuka as they watch Miya brush the goats. The baby ones are following around, making the toddler giggle. 

“We did. Did you have fun with your grandpa?” 

“Yeah. We didn’t eat crocodile soup. He let me cook us dinner!”

“Oh? What did you make?” 

“Salmon omelets!” 

“Ooh, sounds yummy.” 

“It was.” Uuka gives her that adorable crooked grin of his. 

He’s such a sweet boy. It still kills her that T’Channa abandoned her babies like that. Part of Shuri doesn’t want her to come back. She doesn’t deserve them or her husband. Then again, Shuri needs to see Mama, who she really needs to call, and get back to the university for the new semester before she’s fired for being a no-show. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, baby.” 

“Are you always going to be this nice, Mama? I don’t want you to be the way you were before. You were sad and a little mean.” 

Shuri frowns. She puts an arm around him. 

“I promise that I won’t be that way anymore, mehen. I was going through a lot that you’re too young to understand. I’m better now. I’m going to be better to you and your sister, too.”

“You’ve been making Baba really, really happy. I was scared.”

Shuri’s frown deepens. “Why?” 

“I dunno. He’s a lot older than you. Not as old as Grandma Fen, but still… I was scared that all of his sadness was going to kill him. Chronic and unmanaged stress can significantly increase the risk of developing various health problems that can lead to premature death.” 

Shuri blinks. She shouldn’t be surprised that he talks like that. She’s been learning that Uuka is extremely intelligent. He’s a ten-year-old attending a secondary private school with teenagers. 

Uuka hasn’t brought it up yet, but she’s almost certain those same teenagers might bully him about his famous promiscuous mother. 

“Your baba is in good hands now, Uuka. Are you okay? You’re not being bullied or anything like that, are you?” 

“No. Not at my new school. I am kinda lonely, though. Sometimes, I wish I could be homeschooled.” 

“Why can’t you?” 

“Because you didn’t want me home.” 

It just keeps getting sadder. 

The Almehens have more than enough money to hire a teacher to work with Uuka or get him set up with online classes, but T’Channa didn’t want to deal with him at all. Does she really hate K’uk’ulkan that much that it trickled down to the kids, too? 

“I’ll talk to Baba about homeschooling you once this school year is over since you only have a few more weeks left. Is that okay?” 

Uuka suddenly hugs her tightly, not saying a word, not letting go. She returns the embrace, prompting Miya to come charging towards them. Shuri ends up screaming when baby goats start ricocheting off her body soon after. 

“You’re trending again, Mr. President.” 

K’uk’ulkan takes the tablet from his social media manager. All over the feed are images of Shuri and himself at the gala. There are a lot of captions that he doesn’t understand, such as Me and who? and If I speak… but he assumes it’s positive. There are some images that some paparazzi were trying to capture from the ground of the presidential suite window, meant to show him in a compromising position with Shuri, but it’s all too blurry to see anything incriminating. The comments underneath that particular photo are things like That’s my freaky ass president!, Finally The First Lady is back to fucking that fine ass man, and Need their sex tape ASAP. 

He hands the tablet back to the young woman and leans into his chair. 

“This is all good, isn’t it?” 

“Very good, sir. People seem to enjoy you most when you’re seen with First Lady T’Channa. You should attend more political outings with her, at least once a week. With elections coming up next year, boosting your popularity by appearing like a true family man can’t hurt.” 

K’uk’ulkan smiles to himself, thinking about Shuri. More chances to show her off and spend time with her is never a bad thing. 

“She has brilliant ideas. I’ll see what she’s interested in.” 

“Just let me know and I’ll be there with my phone.”

The president nods at her and she leaves the office, switching places with Namora. His assistant drops a file on his desk and he looks up at her curiously. 

“And what’s this?”

“Governor Cadmael is challenging you to a debate on Talokan News Network. We’re going to prep you for the questions you might be asked.”

K’uk’ulkan furrows his brows. “I don’t have to debate that son of a bitch until it’s time for re-elections.”

“You don’t have to, but it won’t look good on your end if you deny him. He wants to question you about the state of the economy and what you’re doing to provide our country with relief.” 

President Almehen runs his fingers through his graying hair. “Namora, that man knows damn well that the house, which represents his party, has denied most of everything I’ve proposed. He’s setting me up, trying to make me appear incompetent.” 

“I’m aware, which is why it’s crucial you fight back and make it known that you’re doing all that you can with the proof to back it up.”

You’re a powerhouse and you need to remember that. 

Shuri’s words echo in his mind. 

“Fine. We can practice. But not at the moment. I need to go home to my wife.”

“I can’t believe you’re flaunting that witch around as though she never hurt you and your reputation. I can’t believe you stayed married to her after she slept with my ex-husband. That kiss with Governor Cadmael should’ve told you the kind of woman she was going to end up being.”

Shuri, only briefly, leaves his mind and T’Channa takes her place. His wife. He can’t ignore the way his heart still breaks a little when he thinks about her. Although it’s lessened over the years, love exists. 

“She gave me close to eight beautiful years of marriage before that. I wasn’t willing to throw it away. My children and my religion wouldn’t allow it. She hurt me and she changed me, Namora. But something happened recently. I can’t tell you now, but you’ll find out soon.”

“If it’s that stupid ass excuse about losing some of her memory, you know that’s complete bullshit. She’s trying to get back into your good graces for whatever reason and pretend that she never had all of those affairs. It’s sickening and you’re falling for it. I’ll say it straight up. You should’ve fucked Sandy.” 

K’uk’ulkan scratches his beard, trying not to laugh.

He doesn’t want Sandy. 

He’s too busy fucking T’Channa’s sister. 

The woman he wants to make his new wife. 

He gets up from his chair and squeezes his cousin’s shoulder. “I promise everything will make sense soon. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to discuss presidential duties with my First Lady.” 

Five years ago 

“I needed this vacation badly, baby. Thank you.”

K’uk’ulkan stretches his legs across the outdoor bed. They’re on the rooftop of a very expensive hotel. T’Channa stands near the edge with her backside facing him, looking at the pool in the distance. In that orange bikini, her perky ass is fully out and her breasts have a small bounce to them once she turns around. Men walking by check her out without her knowing, even if they have their woman in their arms. 

They can’t resist looking at her. 

It’s a torment he’s had to silently live with. 

He hated the way he fucked her when Attuma paid attention to her when she was breastfeeding their son. He hated the way it made him feel. 

He’s a terribly jealous and possessive man, but for the sake of his beautiful wife, he fights against the negative thoughts daily to allow her to dress the way she wants and be as approachable as she is. He doesn’t want to suffocate her with how strongly he feels about her. Besides, she’s never done anything to hurt him. She’s blind to the attention she receives from others. 

She’s a good wife. 

A good woman. 

K’uk’ulkan sets his book off to the side as she closes the canopy curtains, concealing them inside their private space. She straddles him, taking off her bikini top. He only gets a minute to admire her bare breasts before she’s sliding down his body, yanking his swim trunks down. She wraps her small hand around his cock and licks the tip, haunting him with those amber eyes that appear so catlike this afternoon. He rests his arms behind his head. 

“I think that it’s time you run for president, Governor.” 

“Why do you want that for me so much, Channie?” he whispers, his eyelids lowering in desire. He’s not sure if it’s her tongue or hand that feels the best. 

She kisses the tip and rests her cheek against his thigh, staring at him tenderly while stroking his cock up and down. 

“Because the idea of you being in power makes me as horny as sucking your dick. The things I’d let you do to me, President Almehen…”

All it takes is one drag of her tongue on him and he’s dragging her over to a chair, helping her get on her knees with her hands clutching the backboard as he stands behind her. All sorts of hot noises are flying out of her mouth as he fucks the shit out of her, his hips snapping against her small ass. 

“I’ll do it all for you,” he grunts, hunching down to bite her shoulder. She throws her ass back at him stronger and he relishes in the feeling of being squeezed tight by his young goddess. She’s proven to be the best partner and the best mother to their young son. He’ll continue giving her whatever she desires. “My T’Channa…”

“Keep fucking me all night on this rooftop, táatah. Don’t stop. I love you.”

Now 

Shuri can’t believe that K’uk’ulkan not only asked her what he should do next as president publicly, but he brought her along with him. She couldn’t wait for a moment like this.

“Look at you smiling,” he comments with a grin. She’s in her usual spot inside the limo, which is straddling his lap. He kisses her clothed breasts and massages her hip bones. “You’re happy to be going somewhere with me.”

“I am,” she says softly, realizing that she’s steadily grinding and stopping immediately. They’re heading to a school, for Bast’s sake. “Thank you.”

“Good women deserve good things, atan. Thank you for the suggestion.”

The way he looks at her is so romantic. She takes a mental picture of his face, never wanting to forget it.

“You’re welcome.”

“Kiss me.”

When she does, he hardens underneath her. She whimpers as it pokes through her panties. She’s so embarrassed that she’s going to soak his pants. 

“Look at what you do to me.” K’uk’ulkan slams his hands against her ass and she jolts. “Where does my lady want to get fucked next?”

“Your desk,” she blurts with a groan. His dick is drilling into her deep, sucking her panties into herself. He knows exactly what he’s doing to her. “You promised that you’d fold me.”

“Yes,” he hisses, and she cries out when he begins to bounce her. “Get yourself off on me. It’ll relax you before our outing.”

She’s drowning in arousal. What a beautiful death.

“You don’t care if I make a mess?”

“Fuck no. Cream all over me.”

She feels like she’s getting jackhammered into as he slams her up and down. She’s screaming so loud that it surprises her that the guard sitting next to the driver isn’t checking in on them.

“How’s your pussy this wet all the time?”

“You,” she cries. “You, you, you!”

“My baby.”

His zipper is rubbing against her clit just right that she ends up coming embarrassingly fast. She shudders after her body is wracked with pleasure, and when she opens her eyes, he’s looking at her in amazement.

Everything feels so soaked between them where she sits.

“We have to go back and change. If we’re ever going to get things done, you can’t sit on me like this anymore.”

She smiles weakly.

“You want me that much?”

“”My love, if it were up to me, I would never leave your insides.”

K’uk’ulkan is used to cameras flashing wherever he goes, but for some reason, seeing all of these teachers, students, and the staff in shock at this random public school has him feeling extra famous. 

After taking multiple pictures, the principal takes him and Shuri to a kindergarten classroom where the little ones are in amazement. They either recognize him, or -

“Your girlfriend is so pretty!”

He laughs. “She’s my wife. First Lady T’Channa.”

“Why’s she first!? Did she win a race?”

“No, that’s what you call the president’s wife.”

There are some loud gasps. “You’re the president!?”

“Does that mean you’re Principal D’s boss!?”

K’uk’ulkan laughs again. He forgets how adorable this age is. Uuka grew up in the blink of an eye.

“It means that all of Talokan is my boss. I listen to what you guys want and need, then I decide the best way to give it to you.”

The students start asking a million more questions. He can hear Shuri and the teacher talking quietly. 

“Would he like to teach a mini lesson? He’s so good with them.”

“Oh, yes! He’s an amazing artist. He wanted to show them how to draw the Talokan flag.”

“How fun! They’ll love that!”

The teacher eventually regains control of the class, getting them all back to their seats with their materials out. He teaches the lesson, with the social media manager taking numerous photos. While the students color, he goes to the back of the classroom with Shuri.

“See? Coming to this school wasn’t a bad idea, was it?” 

“As usual, I need to always take you up on your suggestions, atan.”

A little girl walks up to them to show them her completed painting of the Talokan flag. K’uk’ulkan smiles as he looks it over.

“Very nice. The serpent in the center is perfect.”

She starts rocking on her feet. “President Almehen, my mommy voted for you because she thinks you’re handsome.”

“Oh. I-“

“My papa didn’t vote for you!” a little boy shouts from across the classroom. “But he still likes you! We had a piñata of you at my brother’s birthday!”

The First Lady giggles behind her hand, and smiles sweetly when she’s caught. 

“You can’t impress them all.”

After the lesson, the class begs President Almehen and his first lady to join them on the playground. He engages in a game of futbol, showing off his skills in front of Shuri, who can’t stop staring. She ends up joining them on the field where she plays for the other team, using fancier footwork than him to steal the ball and kick it through the goal post. She sticks her tongue out at him when she returns from her victory. 

“What’d you think about that, huh?”

Chaac… 

He thinks he’s falling in love for the second time in his life, but much harder. 

“I think it’s time we go back to my office.”

“Mr. President, I selected four photos. What should the caption–“

“I don’t care.” He breaks his kiss briefly to tell the young woman as he carries his wife into his office with one arm. His other hand is on the back of her head and they quickly resume their make out session after he closes the door behind him with his foot. 

“Your beard smells like me,” she giggles in between licks and he grins as he places her on her back on top of his desk. He ate her out in the limo on the way back from the school, wanting her to be soaked and ready for him the moment they got here.

“My favorite perfume,” he teases, bringing her pretty yellow dress up to her hips. He’s never seen it before. He comments on it while removing his belt. “When did you get that dress?”

“The moment you told me that you wanted to go to the school with me. I took your mother to a cute little thrift store with Miya. I promise we were safe.”

Fuck.

“I love you, Shuri.”

Her eyes go wide. He saves himself.

“I thought you still wanted to be called that during sex.”

“Oh, um…yes. Thank you. I love you, K’uk’ulkan.”

He can’t wait until T’Channa brings her ass home. He’s going to throw those divorce papers right in her fucking face. Her twin sister is already his wife in his mind.

He glides in with ease and keeps her feet on his shoulders, giving her time to experience this new angle. She’s breathing deeply and kneading her breasts together. 

“Oh… This feels amazing… You’re in me so deep it’s like you’re in my stomach…”

“Sounds right. I’m going to fold your legs onto yourself now. Are you ready?”

She nods weakly, her lips parted and flushed, her curled eyelashes blinking.

“Are you sure, ilanga? It gets intense.”

“Do it. I know you’ll take care of me.”

Delicately, he brings her knees to her chest. She pants heavily as he does so, her walls clamping down on him, that sweet pussy squeezing tighter than ever. 

“Oh, Bast,” she whimpers, her eyes starting to glisten and beads of sweat forming on her forehead, dampening her curls there. “Oh, oh, oh… This feels so different…”

“You’re doing great, Princess. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Keep breathing. I love you.”

Each push and pull of his cock has his head spinning. It’s beautiful torture, having to be gentle with her when all he wants is to obliterate her. He watches his cock sliding in and out of her, getting larger and wetter with each visit inside. He’s never been this hard in his fucking life. Not when pounding the daylights out of T’Channa’s pussy, not before their marriage with two supermodels and a few other flings. Shuri just does it for him.

And she looks so damn pretty taking him. 

Her eyes are glazed over with need and lust despite her brows pinched together in discomfort.

“K’uk’ulkan,” she rasps. “Baby… I can’t…Something’s happening!”

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s only an orgasm. I’m going to pick up the pace now.”

Tears start to fall and she’s crying a high-pitched scream as he thrusts harder and faster. His hands fly to her throat and her tit, feeling her quick pulse in both. Her pupils are fully dilated and her arousal in seeping out, soaking his pubic hair, clothing, and desk.

“Fuck, your pussy is amazing!”

She’s crying his name, breathing deeply, clawing into his forearms.

“Oh… It’s… It’s going to come out!”

His eyebrows arch and his pace slows when translucent fluids come squirting out of her, soaking his shirt and all over her thighs. She covers her mouth while he swipes some off her skin to taste it. 

“I’m so, so, so sorry… I couldn’t stop it… I don’t know what that was!”

He grows inside of her, pulsing. Throbbing. 

Female ejaculation. 

He’s heard about it. He never could get T’Channa to experience it, not that he was ever really trying. Her orgasms always pleased her enough. 

Shuri squirted for him right away. 

Oh.

He’s not pulling out of her. 

Not today. 

Not ever.

He grabs her fully by the neck and rams into her, watching that fuckable mouth cry out and her watery eyes pierce him. She’s starting to tremble. Her voice comes out rough from the choking as they’re making the desk creak. 

“You liked that? You’re proud of me?”

“You have no fucking idea.”

T’Channa’s tongue is drenched from the release of the woman she invited into the hotel room. She smiles up at the sexy stranger, who caresses her glistening face as Attuma gets T’Channa from behind. 

“Where’d you learn how to do that?”

T’Channa licks the woman’s flavor off her lips. “Lots of practice. Was this your first time with a girl?”

The stranger nods. T’Channa smiles. Her body rocks with each of Attuma’s thrusts. He’s not going to get an orgasm out of her. 

“We’re a lot better than men, hm?”

“Oh, fuck yes. Thank you.”

T’Channa winks at her, and waits until Attuma’s finished and out of her before she rises to kiss the woman. She loves how soft their lips are. Men’s are always so rough, especially if they have facial hair. 

The only exception is K’uk’ulkan. 

She’s kissed so many people. 

She’s fucked so many people. 

She’s come to the conclusion that her husband is the best but she hates him so fucking much that she has to ignore it. 

She spends the rest of the evening drinking cherry wine with her lovers, then gives Attuma and the woman a chance to get acquainted on the mattress while she goes out to the balcony. 

Despite knowing better, she takes the risk of looking at social media. 

What she sees has her refilling her glass. 

K’uk’ulkan and Shuri went to a gala last weekend, where she wore a gorgeous brand new gown that he must’ve picked out for her. More recently were photographs taken at a school, where the two of them played soccer with children. In both situations, it’s hard to deny the evidence that K’uk’ulkan is staring at her sister with the love he used to show her. 

T’Channa drops the glass and chugs the entire bottle, not wanting to feel anything. 

Once she’s intoxicated, though, she ends up dialing a familiar number. 

With her pussy feeling absolutely destroyed in the best way, Shuri snuggles up with K’uk’ulkan on their couch, lazily watching a movie. Seeing Uuka asleep on the other couch with Miya has her remembering his request and she smiles up at her man. 

“Honey?”

“Yes, atan?”

“Would it be alright if we homeschool Uuka next school year? He’s not feeling very confident or happy at his current school. I think it would be beneficial to his mental health.” 

“He told you this?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t be asking otherwise.”

K’uk’ulkan lowers the volume and cups her cheek. He looks and speaks softly. 

“You really care about my children, don’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I? They’re mine, too.”

He’s close to kissing her, but his phone going off has him pulling away momentarily. “I’ll take this outside so I don’t wake them. Be right back, gorgeous.”

After he leaves, Shuri figures this might be a good time to call her mother. She tiptoes away from the children into an empty hallway and rings Mama.

“Daughter! The nerve of you! Do you know how long it’s been since you last called!?”

“I’m sorry, Mama! I’ve been so busy!”

“Uh huh, and I’ve seen what you’ve been busy with! Shuri, is that you circulating the World Wide Web with the President of Talokan!?”

“What!? How are you seeing anything!? Talokan’s never in international news!” 

“You’re all over my Facebook! I’ve been receiving messages nonstop asking if that’s you or if you have a doppelgänger! Your father sent me the photo of you and T’Channa that he took when you first arrived! She does not have your short hair! Are you pretending to be your sister!?”

Shuri looks around frantically. Thankfully, nobody is nearby to hear her mother’s loud voice. 

“Mama, you don’t understand! I have to! She threatened both of us!”

“Threatened me!? If I see her little behind in my home, I’ll give her a come-to-Bast moment!” 

“Okay, well, don’t worry. I’ll be back home when I need to be. I’m just… giving her a chance to live a different life and she’s giving me one, too. I’m enjoying it. A lot.”

“Shuri, are you having sex with your brother-in-law?”

She hangs up, knowing she’ll come to regret it. 

“Hello? Who is this?”

“K’uk’ulkan…”

He immediately recognizes the voice on the other end, no matter how broken it sounds. His wife is sobbing. 

“T’Channa. What’s wrong?”

“I miss you, Ch’ah. I miss you so much. I’m not happy.” 

Her little hiccup tells him that she’s drunk. She’s not going to remember this whenever she sobers up. 

“Well, I am. Funny how that works.”

“Baby… Why’d you do that to me? Locking me away in that cabin for three weeks straight… forcing my IUD out of me…doing all of that terrible shit to me…”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy getting fucked by me for that long. Not when you’re a sex addict. I bet you’re with two or more people as we speak.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you. Tell me the truth, Channie. Have any of them been better than me?”

She sniffs. 

“No. Not even close.”

“Then what are you even doing? Why’d you let it get this far? Why are you hurting yourself? Why did you–“  K’uk’ulkan hears the door opening and wipes his tears away. Shuri frowns, catching that something has upset him. He hangs up abruptly.

“Are you okay?”

“I am, atan. I need to make one more call. Then I’ll come in.”

She smiles small, walks over to kiss him, then disappears. He ignores his wife’s incoming call and rings up his private investigator.

“Do you still have eyes on T’Channa?”

“Yes, boss. She’s drunk off her ass on a balcony but it looks like some woman is bringing her back in.”

“Can you make sure she doesn’t do anything reckless?”

“You got it.”

“Thank you.”

At the end of the day, T’Channa is the mother of his children and a permanent part of his life despite the old feelings disappearing. He also needs that woman to return home safely with a sober mind so he can become a single man for the sweet lady waiting for him on the couch. 

As soon as he enters, he wordlessly carries Uuka and Miya at the same time to their bedrooms, then takes a bottle of cherry wine out of the fridge. He brings it into the entertainment room along with two chilled glasses. 

“Ooh! What’s the occasion?”

“A night cap for a perfect day.”

It’s time to get as deep into her mind as he has been everywhere else. 

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“I don’t want to get too carried away again. Only a single glass, yeah?”

K’uk’ulkan fills it to the brim, causing her to roll her eyes playfully. She takes gentle sips while stretching her long legs out. He grabs both of her feet with one large hand, keeping them on his lap as he takes his first sip as well. 

“You’re adorable when you drink, atan.”

“I am?”

“Mmhm. You were the highlight of the gala for many. You made lots of people laugh. You made me smile more than I’ve been able to for years.”

She drinks some more. What a good girl. He needs her to get to the bottom of that glass. 

“I love making you happy. I love doing that for others.”

He squeezes her feet. “And what about yourself? Does that bring you joy?”

“I’m your wife. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”

“You didn’t answer my question, atan.”

She drinks down all of the wine. He refills it to the brim once more. 

“Um…Yeah? There’s so much suffering in this world. If something small I do can make a difference for someone else, even for a few minutes, why wouldn’t that make me happy?”

“Is anyone doing that for you?” 

“I’m looking at him,” she murmurs softly, those amber eyes beginning to dilate. The alcohol is kicking in. “This is the happiest I’ve been in awhile.” 

K’uk’ulkan waits a few minutes, allowing everything to settle as her eyes become focused on the television screen. When she suddenly has a dopey grin on her face, he knows it’s the time to strike.

“You mean to tell me that someone as gorgeous, as sweet, and as intelligent as you has nobody waiting for you in Wakanda?”

“Mm, no…” Shuri smiles at him shyly. “I went on plenty of dates but nobody ever felt right for me. Until now.”

K’uk’ulkan finishes his glass, never looking away from her. He massages deeply into her soles, coaxing a moan out of her. 

“Are you planning on leaving me when T’Channa returns?”

Her eyes mist over as though she’s about to start crying. “I don’t think I have a choice, K’uk’ulkan. I have Mama.”

“Is there something wrong with your mother? Can she provide for herself?”

“She’s fine, but–“

“Great. You can fly from here whenever necessary if you wish to visit her.”

Shuri smiles more dramatically now to the point it’s closing up her eyes. “I work as a professor.”

“You can work at the university I’m building because of you. Or you could stay home and be spoiled. It’s up to you.”

She raises her leg, then uses her toes to play with his tie. She gulps down her wine. “Mm, don’t do that. Don’t ffffuck with meee. You’re a married man. To my sisi. I shouldn’t even be letting you hit it.”

K’uk’ulkan laughs darkly while turning the TV off. He pats his lap, and his sweet woman sets her empty glass down and crawls onto him, giggling. He glides a hand up her dress, satisfied to discover there are no panty lines to be felt. She must’ve left them at the office. 

“And what if I told you that I’m willing to divorce her as long as you promise that you’ll become my new wife?”

Shuri dips her head to lick his throat. The drag of her tongue is hot and soothing. She finishes with a light suck before pulling away to grin at him.

“You don’t want to marry me. I’m boring.”

“Oh, you’re not in the slightest. You’ve given me the best thrill of my life. You’re perfect, Shuri. You’re a good woman.”

“And you’re a bad, bad, bad man. Sometimes, huh?” She scratches at his beard while kissing all over his face.

“I’m not a good person, but I’m trying to be. I promise that I won’t if you leave me. If I can’t stop the plane, I’ll go to Wakanda and drag you back here. Besides…” K’uk’ulkan undoes the knot of her baby blue dress, causing it to fall off her chest. He pins her onto the couch, admiring the way she stares at him. There’s no resentment. Only love. “You’d be leaving here with my baby inside you. You’re always going to belong to me.”

She runs her fingers through his mass of hair, licking the remnants of cherry wine off the corners of her lips. 

“What is it with you and babies? Why are you obsessed with giving me one? Why didn’t you and T’Channa have way more? Huh?”

“Her first pregnancy and subsequent labor was difficult. If it weren’t for that, we would’ve had at least five by now. That’s why I bought us a farm. I always dreamed of having a space for my multiple children to grow up in. I only had my mother and cousin. I wanted to create a large family because of the loneliness I felt.”

“Ohhh, poor baby!” Shuri wraps her arms around him tightly. “But you have your adorable little girl…”

“Yes…” K’uk’ulkan sighs. He won’t bring up the story of Miya. Not tonight. “But anymore children with T’Channa isn’t a possibility. You, however, my darling…” He lowers his head to suck on a nipple, causing her back to arch and more of her breast to go into his hungry mouth. She moans his name before he pops it out. “You’d be willing to make all my dreams come true, wouldn’t you?” 

“Oh…Oh, I would, I would! But…” Shuri bursts into tears. He arches an eyebrow. “Your wife is going to kill Mama! She told me so! That’s why I keep lying!” 

“She told you that?”

Shuri nods through her tears. K’uk’ulkan licks them off her cheeks and shushes her with his thumb pressed against her lips. 

“Shh, shh, shh. There’s no reason to cry and no reason to believe her. Channie has no bite to her bark. Trust me.” 

Shuri’s lips part. She sucks his thumb into her mouth. He watches in rapt fascination as she mewls, her cheeks hollowing and her core getting wetter against his dress pants. 

“It’s very hard to be gentle with you, sweetheart. I want to fuck the shit out of you every single minute.”

She pushes his thumb out with her tongue. “Did you fuck my sister all of the time?”

“I did. Even after the affairs started.”

Shuri bats her eyelashes and crinkles her nose. “Who do you prefer?”

“You,” he breathes out against her lips before kissing them. “One hundred percent.”

She’s giggling now, going through a variety of emotions due to inebriation. He travels down her body, taking his time when he reaches her abdomen. He sucks gently on her skin, from one side to the other, clutching her hips and feeling her hands on his head. 

“You’re such a guy. You just like it that you’re the only one who has been inside it. I bet if I wasn’t a virgin before meeting you, you wouldn’t give a damn about me.”

His eyes flicker up at her after licking her belly button. His voice comes out a bit rough. 

“Do you think that’s what I value about you? It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, but it’s not why I want you to be my wife.”

She slips a hand down, caressing his cheek. “Tell me whyyyyy.”

“You bring me much needed peace.” He kisses her mound, then licks her aroused lips. His ears pick up her sensual gasp. “I enjoy every second that you’re by my side. You’re a wonderful mother.” He slithers his tongue through her folds, groaning at her taste. The best pussy he’s ever had. “You’re beautiful. You’re intelligent. You’re down to earth. I love you, Shuri,” he breathes out, then consumes her again, sucking and licking, drinking down whatever trickles out of her. 

Her long legs are shimmering with sweat as she becomes a weak mess on the couch. K’uk’ulkan grabs her ass and shoves her pussy into his face, applying more pressure to her oversensitive flesh. 

“Bast, K’uk’ulkan… Please…Fuck me…”

A few sucks on her clit just to hear those gorgeous sounds and then he’s standing up, taking off all of his clothing. Shuri sits upright, holding a hand over her mouth, eyeing his cock. 

“Should I wet it for you?”

“That’s what your pussy is for, sweetheart.”

Her legs spread instantly, displaying herself for him despite her lips parting.

“Just a little taste, táatah. Slap it on my tongue.”

He pulsates as he grabs himself.

“Where’d you learn to talk like that?”

“Mmmmm videos…”

He laughs quietly, then slides himself gradually into her open mouth, gently rocking as she adjusts to half of him. 

“You’ve sucked dick before.”

She’s slobbering all over him, getting everything nice and wet. It feels way too fucking good to stop, especially when he’s watching her so sinfully, but he needs to give her a chance to respond. He pulls out, and her tongue hangs out of her mouth, hot and horny for more. 

“Put it back.”

“Answer the question, Princess.”

“No, táatah. I swear. I swear! I researched how to pleasure you… Can I please have it back? Please?”

K’uk’ulkan can’t believe how naughty his angel can be. While she gropes him, he reaches down to massage her aching cunt with two fingertips. He’ll have to check her phone later, just to see. 

“You’re so tender, love. Let táatah fuck you now.”

“Okayyy, baby boy.”

He pauses, giving her a dark stare while she smiles drunkenly at him. He’s never been called that before. A sick part of him loves it. 

She slides all the way onto her back, flinging her ankles up on his shoulders, smirking. The cherry wine has her feeling rather ambitious tonight. 

“Leave me with my legs trembling in pleasure, táatah. Put it in.”

Chaac.

“I’ll always fill you up, Princess. Don’t you worry about that.” 

Her walls clench down on his length as he stretches her walls with a full, hard thrust. Her back arches up and she moans shamelessly as he pounds into her. Finally inside that warm, wet pussy, K’uk’ulkan’s skin slaps against hers and she groans at every energetic pump she receives.

“Your cock is so perfect,” she whimpers, staring at him through eyes halfway open. “So big. So right. I don’t want any other.”

He hits her at a good angle, knowing her body so, so well already. Her walls hug him tight, convulsing with need. She’s drenched in her own arousal, making his journey to her cervix uninterrupted and smooth. She moves her hips with him, meeting him halfway as his thick member rubs against every inch of her slippery walls. 

She comes, placing a hand on his stomach to stop him from thrusting as she’s simply too overwhelmed from all of her other orgasms today. He feels every movement of her release as she’s clenching around his cock. It’s heavenly. 

“Oh…” Shuri licks her lips, beads of sweat trickling down her, fingers pressing into his forearms as he holds her sides. “K’uk’ulkan…”

He unsheathes himself from her slowly, making her moan, not withdrawing all the way. Only the tip of his cock remains inside her, scorching hot where they’re connected. He holds his shaft with one hand and masturbates, touching himself as the head remains comfortably inside his woman. His groans are needy and desperate, holding on for as long as he can until the feel of her and his strokes become too much. His cum splatters inside her, flooding her pussy. He pulls away and lies her body horizontally, leaving her a complete and soaked mess on the couch.  

One more thing to do. 

He straddles her lap and massages her womb, kneading delicately and whispering a prayer in his mother tongue to Ixchel, his fertility goddess, to bless Shuri with his third child. 

“Stop!” she giggles, not understanding a word he’s saying. “That tickles!” 

K’uk’ulkan ends the prayer with multiple kisses on her tummy, making her giggle harder. He cradles her in his arms as he heads up the stairs, relishing in the admiration she never stops staring at him with. 

K’uk’ulkan kisses her cheek as soon as he awakens. He strokes her face lovingly, unsure why or how his wife’s twin looks even more beautiful than she does. 

“I love you,” he whispers, and it makes her stir. 

Shuri groans and twists her body over, then smiles at him sleepily when she sees him there. 

“Good morning, handsome.”

She put him in such a good mood that he doesn’t care that he needs to meet with his political rival today prior to the debate happening later this week. 

“Hi, gorgeous. I have a very important meeting to attend. It could take up the majority of my day. I promise to give you all of my time later tonight.”

“Okay,” she whispers with a tender sigh, closing her eyes again. “I love you so much, iicham.”

He melts completely when she begins to snore almost immediately. 

So she learned the word for husband. 

Thinking about research has him remembering something from last night. He reaches for her phone, amazed that she has no passcode or facial recognition setting on. He quickly browses her internet history that she did indeed research how to pleasure a man, and more specifically, how to give a good blow job. 

Laughing quietly, he puts her phone away and gives her one more kiss on top of her head. 

She deserves all the very best and he’s going to give it to her…

Once that beautiful jezebel named T’Channa comes home.

K’uk’ulkan smirks as he gets into the shower.

He can’t wait to see that look on her face.

Perhaps a summer vacation in Cancun with his new wife and children is needed. 

Three Years Ago

“Thank you for doing for me. I know you’re not a fan of politics.” K’uk’ulkan holds his wife by the shoulders and kisses her forehead. “I love you, Channie.”

She smiles at the nickname. He’s called her that so much that her baba and nearly everyone else refers to her by that now. 

“I’m doing it for us. Besides, all those celebrities endorse presidential candidates in other countries and they don’t sound too smart but still sway votes. I got this.”

“Chaac, I love you,” he murmurs before giving her a kiss on the lips next. “I’ll meet up with you again once I’m done campaigning in the east. And don’t worry about Uuka. Zyanya and your father are going to take excellent care of him.”

T’Channa winks at him and adjusts the collar of his shirt. “I love you, táatah. You better call me every night.”

“Every single night. Get on the jet, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

As T’Channa walks up the stairs of her private jet, she glances over her shoulder in time to catch her man checking her out. His eyes travel from her ass to her face, then he blows a kiss. She’s going to miss his touch. Her fingers will have to do a fraction of what he can. 

The flight to the state in the west only takes a matter of hours. Once she lands, she’s guided to a limousine where a very handsome man is standing. He has the same bronze skin as K’uk’ulkan and a similar build, but his hair is light brown and his eyes are a pretty green shade. He’s well-dressed, too, there to greet her in a navy suit. He hands her a bouquet of purple flowers. 

“Hello, Mrs. Almehen. It’s an honor to have you visiting my state for the next few days.”

“Governor Cadmael.” She nods, taking a moment to inhale the fresh scent of the flowers. “You didn’t have to do that. I know my husband doesn’t represent your party.” 

“Ah, I would never let politics get in the way of chivalry.” Cadmael opens the door and gestures inside. “Please allow me to take you to your hotel.”

T’Channa gives him a small, satisfied smirk and climbs in. She sits on the opposite side from him, crossing one leg over the other. She notices Cadmael eyeing her intently. 

“It’s very sweet of you to campaign for your busy husband.”

“That’s what wives are for. Well, other things, too. But mostly to be supportive.”

Cadmael’s eyebrows raise. “What other things are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

His lips quirk into a smile. “I’m afraid I don’t.”

Should she really entertain this foolishness? He’s clearly trying to flirt or get under her skin. His little smile is starting to get on her nerves. 

“Sex.”

Cadmael’s eyes dart to her legs again. 

“Oh. Of course. My wife seems to have forgotten that.”

“She doesn’t fuck you anymore? Oops… Forgive my mouth.”

“There’s nothing about your mouth that needs forgiveness. To answer your question, no. It happens in all marriages after the honeymoon stage passes.”

“I don’t know about that. I’ve been married to K’uk’ulkan for seven years and he’s pounding me through the mattress every night.”

Cadmael shifts in his seat. “Look at you. That isn’t surprising.”

The tension is growing thick inside here. She’s beginning to ache in between her legs the longer he gazes at her. She clears her throat.

“So tell me a little about yourself.”

After receiving a thunderous applause and a standing ovation once the rally and her speech is over, T’Channa is feeling amazing. She goes backstage and to her dressing room after signing some things and taking photos. She sits on a couch and answers her husband’s call.

“Hello?”

“Atan, you’re fucking incredible.”

She smiles at her reflection. “Yeah? Did you watch me?”

“I did. I can’t believe how well-spoken, confident, and sexy you were up there. I’ve never been so proud. Thank you, my love.”

She basks in her husband’s praise. She receives it all the time, but tonight feels extra special. 

“I love you, baby. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“You’re not ready for the things I’m going to do to you.”

She shivers at his deep, rough voice. She needs that whispering into her ear and against her pussy immediately. 

“Bye, táatah.”

“Goodbye, atan.”

She hangs up and looks at her thighs, wondering if she should touch herself to ease the nonstop ache. She’s so used to K’uk’ulkan providing her daily orgasms that this many days without it has been torture. 

“Mrs. Almehen?”

T’Channa jumps up at the sound of Cadmael’s voice and immediately lets him inside. 

“Hello, Governor. What brings you here?”

“You’re quite the orator, although I didn’t appreciate the shade you threw at me and my party.”

T’Channa laughs and shrugs her shoulders. “Hey, all’s fair in love and war. What’s an old man like you doing saying shade , by the way?”

“I have a daughter around your age.”

“Which makes it even stranger you’re consistently eye-fucking me,” she says without thinking, and then her eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

Cadmael grabs her by the waist and pulls her into him suddenly. Her clit is pressed against his hardening erection, her heart is pounding fast. She’s never been held like this by anyone other than her K’uk’ulkan. 

“What are you doing?” she murmurs, and her mouth is quickly covered by his own. He gives her a heart-stopping kiss. She automatically hooks a leg around him, and he clutches her thighs as the kiss deepens. It soon leads to her neck where he sucks on the delicate skin. Her panties are dampening fast and her pussy hurts for something more. 

But she can’t do this to her K’uk’ulkan. 

“Governor,” she moans as he moves to her jawline and gets a handful of her ass that hangs out of her hiked dress. “Oh… Stop… We’re both married…”

“That’s never stopped anyone before,” he breathes against her lips, his lustful eyes searching hers. “I must have you, T’Channa. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Fuck…

Maybe she can use him to her benefit without technically cheating on her husband. If the dick never goes in, it doesn’t count. 

She backs him up and lowers him onto a sitting position on the couch. She straddles his lap then grinds her pussy along his erection, both of them remaining fully clothed. Cadmael holds onto her hips and his jaw goes slack, watching her move. 

“Look at your fucking body go. K’uk’ulkan is a lucky man.”

She goes faster and faster, chasing her orgasm. Her breasts bounce underneath her dress and she wraps her hands around the governor’s throat, making him groan. 

“This is all you’re getting.” 

“Don’t be like that…”

She loves torturing him. She loves the taboo of it all.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll see to it that you’re killed. I have ties with the Talokan mafia.”

“It’ll be our secret.”

T’Channa throws her head back, picking up on some delicious friction that delivers her to her bliss. Her pussy squeezes onto nothing as it convulses and drenches his pants. With a groan, she brings her head upright and meets his desperate gaze. 

“Fuck… How much will it cost?”

“My pussy’s not for sale.” She climbs off him, admiring the mess she made of the politician. “Get the fuck out of here.”

Cadmael charges towards her, grabs her face, and kisses her deeply again. 

“When you’re ready to take it a step further, you know how to reach me.”

Now 

“Don’t worry, usana. This is your last week left of school. Soon, you’ll be home and won’t ever have to return here.”

Uuka hugs her tightly as they pull up to the drop-off area. “Thank you for talking to Baba for me. Do you think you could also convince him to take us on vacation somewhere cool this summer?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. We can all plan it together.”

The boy beams. “I love you, Mama. I hope you have a good day.”

“I love you, too, and I hope you have an even better one.”

“Bye-bye!” Miya waves, and Uuka leans over to hug her. 

“Bye, Sisi. See you later!”

Uuka is escorted out of the limo, and Shuri watches after him for a moment before the driver takes them away. She smiles down at Miya, who is in her lap. 

“What would you like to do today, sweetheart?”

“Cherry blossoms!”

Shuri smiles at how her r’s sound like w’s. “Okay, baby. We can go play in the cherry blossoms.”

She has the driver leave them close to home and near the government building. They walk hand in hand to the cherry blossom trees, blooming in all their pink beauty. Some of the blossoms are gathered around the grass, and that’s where Miya plays as Shuri sits on a bench. Such a beautiful, relaxing day. 

“First Lady T’Channa.”

She jumps at the sound of a man’s voice coming from right behind her. She glances over her shoulder, seeing a man in a suit. She swears she’s seen him before, maybe at the gala. 

“Yes? May I help you?”

She briefly notices the pin on the pocket of his shirt as he sits beside her. It’s the Talokan state that he represents. Maybe this is the Government Cadmael guy who is going to debate K’uk’ulkan. She looks around, noticing that he’s come here alone. She doesn’t realize why until he squeezes her thigh.

“Any reason you acted like you didn’t know me the other day?”

“I was drunk and I was with my husband,” she says sharply, forcing his hand away from her. “That’s all you need to know.”

“That’s never stopped you before.”

Bast.

Of course her sister would’ve fucked the president’s political rival. Are there no boundaries she hasn’t crossed? 

“I’m a different woman now. Leave me alone.”

“Different woman!?” he scoffs. “You were sitting on my face a few months ago. What changed?”

“Good day, sir.”

She can see him staring in disbelief through the corner of her eye. She notices him leaving, but when he comes running back with force, that’s when she turns her phone’s recorder on inside her purse.

He squeezes her hips with force while leaning down to her level, getting in her face. Miya cries with how loud and frightening his tone is.

“You’re really acting like I don’t fucking exist? Should I force myself onto you like the slut that you are? Huh? Should I fucking choke you out? That’s what you like, right?”

“I told you to leave me alone, Cadmael! You’re scaring my daughter and me!”

“Fuck your daughter and fuck you, too, T’Channa. Everyone knows you’re the whore of Talokan. What makes you think you’re suddenly too good for me?” 

“Go away! I have pepper spray in my purse!”

“Bitch,” he growls darkly, then abruptly stands. He finally disappears towards the government building, and Shuri goes to comfort her crying daughter.

“Are you okay, Miya Papaya?”

“Bad man scary!” The toddler hides her face into Shuri’s chest and she kisses her. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Mama’s going to handle him. Let me take you back home to Zyanya first.”

K’uk’ulkan and Namora glance at one another as Cadmael enters his office. He’s sweaty and pissed about something. 

“What’s the matter, Cad? You’re the one who wants this debate to happen so badly. A few points have to be discussed beforehand. You know the rules.”

Cadmael gives him the nastiest stare. “Get on with it, Almehen.”

“Feisty today, aren’t you?”

“It’s too Chaac damn humid here.”

“Very well. Let’s begin.” 

“I’m sorry, Mr. President!” a voice comes through his phone’s speaker at the last minute. “I couldn’t stop her!”

K’uk’ulkan’s eyes go wide when the doors open and Shuri comes storming in with nothing but her phone. 

“T’Channa, this is a disclosed meeting. You know that.”

She’s out of breath, huffing and glaring at Governor Cadmael, who is giving her the same nasty stare right back. It’s starting to click. The president stands, damn near close to pouncing off his desk at the man who hurt his Shuri.

“What did you do?”

Cadmael looks at him in disbelief. “Me!? You know your wife better than anyone. She came up to me when I got here and tried to seduce me, but that’s not the man I am. I’m happily married, for Chaac’s sake.”

K’uk’ulkan clenches his fists tightly. He can feel Namora’s protective touch on his shoulder, trying to keep him from making a scene and destroying what remains of his reputation. 

For so fucking long, he had to pretend that the kiss T’Channa confessed to never happened. Cadmael kept quiet about it unprompted. It was never publicized. Unless his wife and the governor have continued the affair without his knowledge, there’s no reason Cadmael would’ve approached Shuri.

His blood boils.

Not only is he realizing T’Channa’s been fucking this man after everything, Cadmael has now approached Shuri. 

He looks at his sweet girl, who is opening something on her phone.

“What’s going on, atan? I know you’ll be truthful.”

Cadmael stands now. “Her word over my own, when you’re quite familiar with her past?”

“Shut up, you creep. I have proof.”

Shuri starts playing a recording. The entire office goes silent while Cadmael’s face drops. 

“You’re really acting like I don’t fucking exist? Should I force myself onto you like the slut that you are? Huh? Should I fucking choke you out? That’s what you like, right?”

“I told you to leave me alone, Cadmael! You’re scaring my daughter and me!”

“Fuck your daughter and fuck you, too, T’Channa. Everyone knows you’re the whore of Talokan. What makes you think you’re suddenly too good for me?” 

“Go away! I have pepper spray in my purse!”

“Bitch.”

All of this, combined with the sounds of his little girl crying in the background, has K’uk’ulkan thundering towards Cadmael. He shoves the governor all the way against the wall, who now looks like a terrified child rather than his usual confident self. Namora is behind K’uk’ulkan, reminding him not to get violent for lawsuit sakes. The president leans in, speaking dangerously close.

“You threatened my wife, said all of that nasty shit, all in front of my crying two-year-old?”

“I’m-I’m sorry, K’uk’ulkan! I don’t know what came over me!”

“The way I see it, you only have two options left. I can have this recording leaked all over the internet and you’ll receive a visit by masked men overnight, or I could keep this between us and you cancel the debate, praising me for all of the country to hear. Which will it be?”

“I-I’ll cancel! I’ll tell them whatever you want me to say! Please don’t release that recording! I’ll lose everything!” 

“Get the fuck out of my office and wait in the lobby for my assistant. She’ll give you a script to study.”

Cadmael gets escorted out in a hurry, leaving the president, Namora, and Shuri behind. He approaches his lover carefully, caressing her beautiful face softly.

“I would’ve strangled him with my bare hands if I were allowed to, Princess. I’m so sorry you went through that. Are you okay? Is Miya?”

“I’m fine, iicham. Zyanya said Miya is playing happily, and I think she’ll forget all about it. I’m sorry that my past choices are still hurting us today.”

Oh, this sweet, sweet woman. Always taking the blame for what her cruel sister did, carrying T’Channa’s guilt that the twin refuses to feel. 

“Please don’t apologize my love. Thank you for being smart and recording him. Save it in case we ever need it.”

“Okay,” she whimpers, sniffing a bit. She holds his face as well, kissing him on the mouth. “You know I’m never going to hurt you again, right?”

He knows that she’ll never hurt him at all. He’s certain of that now.

He’s undeniably in love with her.

“I know. I’ll have a guard walk you home, atan. Stay there until I return.”

Shuri nods, and she encounters Namora when she turns around. His scorned cousin drops her usually cold appearance, offering the First Lady the smallest of smiles. 

“Thank you, T’Channa. You did the right thing for once.”

“Now what reason do you have for canceling the debate tonight with President Almehen, who by my understanding, was ready to battle you in a conversation about the economy?”

“I came to my senses and realized how hard President Almehen is working for our country. He has a lot of life changing initiatives and proposals that the house continually strikes down because they’re envious of his accomplishments.”

“That is quite shocking to hear coming from the mouth of the opposing party, especially when you’ve been quite vocal about your disapproval of the president’s actions.”

“As I said before, I had to do some research. Look it up yourselves and you’ll see. President Almehen has been doing his best to turn the economy around and it’s high-time my party starts maturing and allowing him to do so. Talokan will never get better if its leaders continue acting like petulant children.”

“I see. What initiatives has President Almehen introduced and why do you believe they’re important?”

K’uk’ulkan unhooks Shuri’s bra as they make out on the couch, listening to Cadmael praise him on live TV. She can’t believe that recording that pervert would lead to such tender affection from the president. None of what he’s doing feels rough for a change. He treats her like glass, his touches tender as he strokes her now exposed backside. 

“My pretty baby,” he murmurs. “What would you like as a reward for being the perfect wife?”

She plays with his hair while he cups her breasts. The flesh on his palms is warm and comforting. 

“I have everything I need.”

“Give me a better answer. No need to be humble.”

“Well, a summer vacation with Uuka and Miya would be so much fun.”

K’uk’ulkan’s lips curl back. “I know the perfect place.”

“Oh, yeah? Where?”

“Cancun.”

Shuri tries to remember what makes Cancun so special, knowing there’s something there or what she heard about it, whether positive or negative. Her brain has no time for recollection, though. 

Not when the president is bending her over the couch and spreading her ass apart. 

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Her time spent in Talokan has prepared her well for the humidity of Cancun. She felt the heaviness in the air as soon as they stepped out of the presidential plane. To Shuri’s surprise, K’uk’ulkan has rented a car rather than have them get escorted around.

“You feel comfortable enough driving around here?” Shuri asks him while he installs a car seat for Miya.

“Not the first time I’ve done this, atan,” he grunts.

“Oh… It seems I’ve forgotten.” Shuri’s stomach growls loud enough that it causes K’uk’ulkan to turn right around. 

“We should get something to eat.”

“Can we go to that place that makes the cheese quesadillas with blue corn, Baba? It was so good the last time!”

Shuri wonders how often they travel to Cancun or any part of Mexico, but she doesn’t want to question too much about something she should already know. 

Zyanya sits in the back with Uuka and Miya, while Shuri holds onto K’uk’ulkan’s hand in the front. He told her that he only brought their nanny along so the two of them can spend a romantic night this week at an adult-only hotel while Zyanya babysits at their current one they have booked. 

She doesn’t know what’s in store for her there, but she can’t wait. 

“It’s strange not having your security guards following us around.”

“Think again, my love.”

Shuri glances at the rear view mirror, where she can see a large SUV following closely behind. She supposes a president can never feel too safe going alone anywhere. She rests her head on his broad shoulder and he puts his arm around her, kissing her curls. 

“I’m really happy you could do this with us and for us.”

“Both you and the children deserve it for being so amazing.”

Shuri’s eyelids flutter shut as she wears a smile, inhaling K’uk’ulkan’s cologne. This experience has been something out of a dream. She had a pregnancy scare when she realized her period was late after all the unprotected sex they’ve been having, but it came the very next day. 

K’uk’ulkan was surprisingly disappointed. She knows he must want more children with T’Channa, but her sister won’t give him any and Shuri can’t let that happen to herself when she isn’t even this man’s wife. 

While pretending to be T’Channa, she told him that she wants him to pull out from now on since isn’t ready yet. He made the promise that the next time they’d have sex that he would. Now that she’s off her period and on vacation with the sexy president, she looks forward to having lots of fun in that aspect. 

After eating and checking into the resort, K’uk’ulkan has Zyanya rest in her room while he takes the family to an animal sanctuary that Uuka has been dying to see.  They stand back, his hand on her waist as the children get the chance to feed one of the birds. 

“Those birds once belonged to pet owners who failed to take care of them. That’s the case for most of these animals here, stolen from their homes and illegally sold for a high price.”

“Oh, that’s so sad. At least it seems like they’re treated well.” Shuri looks up to see K’uk’ulkan smiling down at her, his dark brown eyes looking like melted pools of honey as the sunlight catches them. “What?” 

“It’s nice to be here with you, with the kids. You never enjoyed taking family vacations before. You preferred vacations with only me, then get upset when I’d mention that I missed Uuka and Miya.” 

“Well… You know I’ve been trying to change. I can’t imagine more than a day away from our babies. Children can make a vacation so much more enjoyable, you know? Seeing the world through their eyes is so special.” 

K’uk’ulkan dips down suddenly to kiss her, and it makes her heart flutter. He’s still watching her with those hypnotic eyes when he pulls away slightly. 

“Chaac, I wish that pregnancy prayer worked.” 

Shuri blinks. “Pregnancy prayer…?” 

“Ah…” He chuckles. “I might’ve prayed over your womb when you were drunk not too long ago. I apologize for that, atan. Perhaps I can purchase some items from a healer while we’re here and when you’re feeling ready for a third child, I can try the prayer again.” 

Shuri heats up. She doesn’t remember that at all, which is frightening. What else has happened while she’s drunk? Does she run her mouth too much? What has she revealed? 

Clearly, nothing about her true identity, given that he hasn’t arrested her for impersonation and fraud… 

“I’m sorry for whatever I’ve said when I was drunk. I don’t mean it. You know my brain has been a bit loopy lately.” 

His lips curl back into one of his many sexy smiles. “You haven’t said anything out of the ordinary. Although, you’re one very horny girl when you’re drunk.” 

“Oh, Bast,” she blurts out, continuing to burn. “Um… Do you…like that?” 

His fingertips press into her stomach as he clutches her tighter. “I do, but I love it even more when you’re sober. There’s an innocence about you that makes me feel very…hungry.” He kisses her forehead. “Let’s follow the children to the reptiles.” 

“Okay,” she manages, feeling lightheaded. She lets him take her wherever his hand guides hers. Uuka is holding onto Miya’s hand, the two of them skipping across the concrete walkway. Miya gasps loudly when there’s a worker holding a coiled-up green snake. 

“Baba! Look! Look! Mama! A snake!” Miya makes a hissing noise, making the adults laugh. 

“Would you guys like to hold him? He’s very friendly. Just don’t squeeze him.” 

Uuka holds his hands out first, laughing at the slimy feeling of the snake’s skin. Shuri takes her phone and gets a picture of him before he holds it out for Miya, who pets it gently with two fingers after a reminder from K’uk’ulkan. Uuka then passes the snake over to his father, who takes his time staring down at the snake as they make eye contact. 

“Looks like he’s trying to communicate with you.” 

“I’ve always been fond of serpents. It’s part of my namesake.” 

Shuri chews on her lip, wondering if it would be okay to ask about his name and maybe even his childhood. Judging by his gaze, he’s feeling nostalgic. Maybe T’Channa never talked to him about his youth, or too much time has passed that it makes sense she’d forget about it. 

“Your turn, atan.” 

She waves her hands out in front of her. 

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Nooo. No.” 

K’uk’ulkan laughs. “Come on, love. He’s not going to bite you.” 

She shakes her head. “Nope! Absolutely not!” 

He returns the snake to the worker and their guide takes them to an area where they can feed some deer. While Uuka and Miya are enjoying it, K’uk’ulkan angles her face towards his own. 

“Sweetheart, you grew up in a village in the middle of a forest the same as I did. Why do snakes suddenly bother you?” 

“Um…” What can she even say? She broke down in tears when her baba chased her with the tiny crocodile. She’s a city girl through and through, never been around any of these creatures. “New fear developed after I bonked my head? Can I ask you something now?” 

He nods. 

“Well… Going back to how I hit my head and everything, there’s a lot I forgot about you. Mama Fen calls you Ch’ah, but the rest of the world calls you K’uk’ulkan. Even your Wikipedia page calls you that. It has no mention of the name ‘Ch’ah’ at all. Why is that?” 

“Ch’ah was my father’s name. He died when I was a child. She calls me by his name to feel like she still has a part of him with her. My birth name really is K’uk’ulkan, named after the Feathered Serpent God. You might also hear someone on occasion call me Namor. It was another nickname I had growing up.” 

“I really love your name. It’s powerful. Plus, I saw it was the name of a mall that we drove by earlier!” 

He laughs as they sit on a bench together, watching the children giggle as the deer eat small pieces of vegetables from their hands.

“It’s very popular around this part of Mexico and Talokan.” 

“You grew up in Talokan, right?” 

“I did. Same as you. We didn’t meet until you were eighteen and I was thirty-eight.” 

There had to be something about T’Channa for him to start a relationship with her. He probably loved her immediately, seeing the kind of man that he is. He’s very romantic and passionate and doesn’t like to wait. He locked her down as soon as he could, thinking it was going to last forever. 

Well… 

There might still be a chance that it does. Shuri has done a lot to fix their marriage. He believes that she’s T’Channa, and that T’Channa is in love with him again. Once they make the switch back, if her sister acts accordingly, she’ll be given a second chance. 

For some reason, that makes a knot form in Shuri’s stomach, knowing that her twin can ruin everything she’s worked on within minutes as soon as she usurps her place. 

It’s not fair. 

“Why do you look so far away, my love? What’s on your mind?” 

Shuri snaps out of it, snuggling up close to the president. She’s going to try to soak up every day she has left with him. 

“You.” 

“What about me, hm?” 

“Everything. I love being with you.” 

“Just wait until tomorrow,” he murmurs. “You’re not leaving me for a single second.” 

T’Channa grinds her ass against Attuma as they dance underneath the strobe lights, their bodies glistening with sweat after doing this for hours. His hand has pulled up her mini skirt and he’s clutching her pussy. She winks at some men checking out her panties that are exposed, then massages her breasts to seduce them further. The taller of the two is very sexy, looking similar to her husband. She has a type, after all, and if the friend wants to join in, that’s fine. 

The song changes and T’Channa turns around, giving Attuma a quick kiss. 

“I’m getting a drink. Don’t wait up.” 

He nods at her, then starts dancing with a woman he’s been checking out shortly after. She really doesn’t give a fuck who he takes back to the hotel. She’s going to get what she needs in the bathroom at the club, judging by the desperate stares of the men as she orders a mango margarita. As she takes a sip, they walk over to her. The one who looks like a knockoff version of her husband strokes her back, speaking Spanish. 

“You’ve been watching us all night, beautiful. We can’t take it anymore.” 

“Let me finish this drink and we can head to the bathroom, then.” 

“Damn. Just like that?” 

She gets up on her tiptoes, finding his ear while his hands land on her ass. He’s grabby like K’uk’ulkan, too. He’s perfect. 

“You’ve been making my pussy ache for hours. I’m the one who can’t take anymore.” 

His eyes are lust-filled when she moves away, taking her time to drink her margarita. Once she can feel the numbing effects of the tequila kicking in, she takes the men by their hands and guides to the bathroom. She switches the lock to occupied, then begins making out with K’uk’ulkan’s lookalike while his friend helps remove her underwear. 

She spins around at the last minute, wanting the one she prefers to fuck her while she bends down to suck the friend’s cock. K’uk’ulkan’s lookalike is spanking her ass as he slams his hips into her, and she gives the friend a seductive stare that he doesn’t notice. Her suctioning has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

After all three of them get what they came to this club for, T’Channa finds Attuma, who has hickeys all over his neck and looks drunk as hell. 

She doesn’t know how either of them made it back to the hotel room, but they’re completely naked. She sits up and yawns, stretching her arms before slapping Attuma’s big butt. 

“C’mon. Let’s grab coffee downstairs before they close the café.” 

“Mm… You need to get it yourself, Channie. I’m fucked up.”

Shrugging her thin shoulders, T’Channie changes into a pair of soft pink shorts and one of Attuma’s shirts before taking the elevator down to the lobby. As she pours herself a cup of coffee, she doesn’t notice two very familiar people checking in at the front desk. 

K’uk’ulkan triple-checked with Happy that this is the hotel where his wife has been staying since leaving him. He managed to find her suite number, as well, and he pulled strings to be able to get the one right next door to T’Channa. 

He’s going to ruin T’Channa’s vacation by fucking her sister so loud that Shuri’s cries can be heard through the wall, every moan, every drag of his cock emerging and re-entering her pussy. 

Knowing Channie’s jealous side, he hopes it’s going to motivate her to come home, admit the shit that she pulled, and he can throw the divorce papers right in her face. In the meantime, he’s going to enjoy torturing her by loving his sweet Shuri. 

It could’ve been different for their marriage. 

T’Channa could’ve been in Shuri’s position right now if she realized how good she had it from the start and never hooked up with Governor Cadmael. She could’ve been receiving all of K’uk’ulkan’s love, affection, and attention. She could’ve been the luckiest wife, having all her desires and dreams come true. 

But no. 

Fuck that. 

He’s more than happy to be giving Shuri all of that and more. He doesn’t want T’Channa anymore. He wants Shuri, who has only had him, and only wants him. His Shuri, who is always sweet and humble. His Shuri, who brings him peace that he has been wanting for years. 

His Shuri, who is looking so fucking fine in an orange bikini as she waits for him in front of the suite’s door. 

“You ready to go to the pool?” 

“Mind putting some sunscreen on my back first, Channie?” 

She comes to him immediately, squirting some of the white lotion on her hand and rubbing it into his skin. He closes his eyes as she massages him tenderly. 

“Your touch always feels so amazing.” 

“Just trying to be good to you,” she whispers. “You do so much for me and I hope you know I’m thankful for it.” 

Oh, he is. He’s going to make her feel how thankful he is soon, and he’s looking forward to her coming clean about who she is. They can finally have a deep conversation where she isn’t drunk. He wants to get to know her like nobody else has before. He wants to tell her that he’s known all this time about her true identity and how happy she’s made him. Then he’s going to propose to her, marry her, fill her up with children, and spend the rest of their life on their farm together. 

“Just doing what a husband should do, atan. It’s my turn now. Stand in front of me.” 

K’uk’ulkan lathers up her backside, dying to untie her bikini bottom and stick it in so deep that it’s poking into her stomach. 

Patience. 

They take a bag with them to the pool area, where Shuri makes a quiet comment about all the topless women they encounter. 

“That’s allowed?”

“It’s an adult-only resort for a reason.” He drops the bag underneath their designated canopy and kicks his sandals off. K’uk’ulkan wraps his arms around her and teases the knot on her back. “You’re welcome to join them.”

“Mm…Maybe once we’re in the water? I don’t want anyone to see but you.”

That’s his sweet girl. 

They share a kiss and he takes her to the jacuzzi, which nobody is soaking in. She straddles his lap while he sits on a bench, making out with her. He removes her bikini top and she allows it to float away. His face becomes buried in her chest to protect her privacy. He gives one of her nipples a quick flick of his tongue, causing her to scold him softly. 

“K’uk’ulkan… We can’t do that out here. What if someone sees?”

That’s exactly what I want. 

“Look around you, Channie,” he breathes out, then takes that same nipple into his mouth, firmly sucking on it. Her pussy throbs against his erection and she whimpers. “Everyone’s doing something.”

He looks up, watching her observe other couples and strangers getting sexual. He grins when it makes the heartbeat of her cunt pound faster. He does her a favor and removes her bottoms next, untying the ribbons on her hips. He yanks it from underneath it and it disappears to wherever the top did. 

“Can we please try not to make it obvious?”

“That’s something I cannot guarantee. You sound so fucking good when I hit it just right. I need to hear it.”

“Oh, K’uk’ulkan…”

He gets his cock out of his green swim trunks in a hurry, then grunts as he lowers Shuri’s pussy onto it, penetrating her carefully. He groans against her tits as her walls greet their favorite object, sucking him nice and tight. 

“I’m so fucking addicted to you that it’s not even funny.”

He swallows a breast into his mouth while playing with the other, making out with it and using his tongue as though it was exploring her pussy. It triggers something within her, making her take control, bouncing on his lap carefully as the hot water splashes around. 

“I’ll fuck you so good tonight, baby. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

Her chest is heaving against his face. He peppers kisses all over before sucking on a nipple again. Her heat is enveloping the whole region of his erection. She’s so, so warm inside. The ache he’s been experiencing all day is satiated as her pussy squeezes every inch of him. Each pull out of her is heaven, her pussy having to give a little to let his head out. He can feel how wet she is beyond the water of the jacuzzi, begging him to go back in deeper. So he does, thrusting upward and helping her chase her release.

“Oh, fuck…” Shuri cries, her head tilting back. “Oh, Bast!”

He grits his teeth, knowing he’s close, too. 

“We can’t get the water dirty. Let me come inside you.”

“What should we do for our last night here, Channie?”

T’Channa yawns. That coffee didn’t do shit. She’s also starting to get bored of Cancun. 

“Why don’t we chill by the pool and take it easy? We have a long day of driving tomorrow.”

Attuma stretches his legs out on the bed and flips through the channels of the TV. “Whatever you want. Check outside to see if it’s crowded.”

T’Channa gets up from the chair and peers through the blinds. 

“What the hell!?”

She has to pinch herself multiple times to make sure she isn’t dreaming or hallucinating. 

Right in front of a canopy, her husband and her sister are holding onto one another. K’uk’ulkan takes her into the jacuzzi, and then immediately removes her bikini top. 

“What’s going on?” Attuma asks from behind her. 

“He’s here!”

They both watch as Shuri starts to bounce on K’uk’ulkan, and K’uk’ulkan sucks on her titties. T’Channa’s eye twitches. There’s so much going on inside her head. What the fuck is he doing here, why did he decide to take a vacation, and why is her sister riding him like that!? It’s been bad enough seeing pictures of the two of them together. Now she’s witnessing them having public sex!

“She better get off of him before I kill her!”

“Why? Isn’t she pretending to be you?”

“She’s breaking character! I would never be on top of K’uk’ulkan like that after what he did to me!”

Attuma can’t take his eyes off the lovers in the hot tub. Shuri’s starting to make an ‘O’ face. “He seems to like it a lot. You should thank her for being so convincing.”

T’Channa shoves him away, then looks back down at the pool area. 

K’uk’ulkan and Shuri have finished and he’s wrapping a towel around her body, kissing her cheeks while doing so. T’Channa feels a pang in her chest. Years ago, he looked at her with that same sweet affection. They cuddle up underneath the canopy on the outdoor bed and she’s devastated. 

Then she’s nervous.

If K’uk’ulkan catches her, his wrath will be astronomical and she’ll have to stop what she’s doing. She’s not done destroying him, yet. 

“We’re going to have to stay hidden in this suite until we have to check out in the morning. We can’t risk being caught by him.”

When K’uk’ulkan said he wasn’t going to let her leave his side, he meant that. From the pool, to the elevator, to the shower, the kisses never stopped. He instructed her to lie her clean, naked body on the mattress and wait for him, so she did, staring up at the ceiling and listening to him unzip the small bag they brought with them for their one night stay. 

“K’uk’ulkan?”

“Yes, atan?”

“I should be okay, right? I can only get pregnant during ovulation and my period just barely ended so…”

She feels movement at the edge of the bed when he stands there. She lifts her head, swallowing audibly at how hot he looks without any clothes on. Chiseled abs, round chest, wavy graying hair, big arms, thick thighs, and of course… 

“You’re already coming out,” she whispers, staring at the glistening tip of his cock as pre-cum gathers there. “I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re in front of me. That’s all it takes. What are you trying to say, Channie? You want me to come inside you?”

Her thighs rub together.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I love the way you pulse inside me when you do it.”

He has to stroke himself when her words make him too hard. He then crawls across her body, concealing her eyes with a blindfold.

“Can you see anything?”

“Nothing but black.”

“Good. I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard now. You let me know if anything feels uncomfortable.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, feeling both nervous and excited for what he has planned. “You’re so sweet.”

He laughs and restrains her. Then his voice is in her ear after he gently bites her lobe, the warmth of it feeling more pleasing than usual. 

“When one sense is gone, your others are heightened. I’ll make you feel amazing, baby, but I need you to do something for me.”

Her pulse quickens. 

“Anything.”

“Say my name constantly and be as loud as you feel once I start fucking you senseless. These walls are thick for a reason. Nobody can hear you.”

She licks her lips. “No?”

“No.”

His mouth descends upon her own, soft and hot, their lips barely touching, tongues gliding over and around with delicate care. The tips of her breasts brush against his chest and she whimpers at the feather-light stimulation. Her legs feel weak, pleasure thrumming at the base of her stomach. 

Then he’s gone.

“Open up your legs and let táatah see how wet you are.”

Her long legs spread apart, her breathing uneven as she awaits his next move. His hands are on her knees, gliding down her inner thighs, nudging them further apart, as wide as they will go. When the calloused palms leave her, just an inch from where she aches to be touched, she groans out.

“K’uk’ulkan…”

“How beautiful you are, atan, with your blindfold on and your pussy exposed for me. How lucky I am to be the man to make you come.” He presses a kiss to her knee, and in the next instant she cries out softly as there's a flutter of a touch over her bared clit, so light, so brief, like from a bee collecting nectar in a night-blooming flower. "Baby, you’re so wet. I want to drink you like the finest champagne.”

She shivers at the ideas churning in her mind, strains her thighs even wider, and she tilts her hips up to him wantonly. "Please," she whispers, dreamy and strained like in a fever, her blood pumping faster and faster through her heart. 

There are his hands on her thighs again, firm, yet so gentle, and next just the warning of his breath and the brush of his hair along her skin before she feels his tongue between her legs, warm and soft and amazing. He knows her.

Bast, he knows her so well. 

Making love with K’uk’ulkan has been amazing since he learned she was a virgin and took everything easy on her. A dense blackness is above her bound eyelids as he places her thighs over his shoulders before his hands skim up her waist, over her ribcage, his thumbs finding her achingly taut nipples and brushing them lazily, bands of fire tightening between her breasts and her clit, and a hollow need clenching low in her womb.

He presses with the flat of his tongue over her clit and then draws the entirety of it into his mouth, suckling, and it feels like the intense sensation he milks out of her is something solid, flowing golden and viscous from her nerves to his tongue. She whimpers and writhes on the mattress, wishing her hands were free so she could clutch his gorgeous hair. 

"Oh, K’uk’ulkan, oh Bast, it’s so good, please don't ever stop…”

She's quivering, tensing, about to cry out and lose it, when K’uk’ulkan pulls back, his thumb taking the place of his tongue as she moans in protest at the loss, soothing her with a touch that's a bit too firm to coax her over the brink. 

“K’uk’ulkan…”

“I didn’t want you to come unless you were on my cock, Princess.”

Tears fall down her face as his fingers delve through her aching, wet folds, pumping in and out of her, drawing her near, then cruelly leaving just to do it all over again. Repeatedly. Delay, delay, delay. 

“Fuck!” She cries out, her wrists causing the headboard to shake as she tries freeing herself. She needs to grab him. She needs…

“What’s the matter, my love? Can’t take a little teasing?”

“N-No! I can’t!”

“But you look so beautiful like this, a pretty little mess that I made.”

Her thighs shake as he fingers her towards the edge, only to stop. He’s killing her and he knows it. 

“Please!”

“If you want something, Channie, you need to ask for it. Nice and loud.”

“Fuck the shit out of me, K’uk’ulkan!”

He moves over her, his thumb still firmly in place on her clit, his free arm slipping under her leg, raising her knee to her shoulder as he aligns his cock with her entrance and presses inside her smoothly. He strokes his thumb, gentle now, up the length of her clit that’s slick with his saliva and her arousal ... so familiar, so precise, and after a few seconds of it she clutches around him and tenses, climaxing around his hard length inside her, shuddering out,

 "Oh, oh, oh, táatah… Ohhh… I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

It was so fucking fast that it’s embarrassing. 

He waits until she's lying limp and spent, and then he raises his hand and pulls the blindfold off her as he makes the first, powerful thrust. She blinks rapidly, is drawn back from the sensual dream-haze to reality as she sees K’uk’ulkan’s face above her, eyes intent and burning under lowered lashes.

“I’m going to remove your restraints, place your hands against that wall, and fuck you hard. Promise to be loud. Promise me.”

Her pussy is swallowing up his impossibly hard, impossibly large cock as he remains still, giving her an ache that needs to be fixed. She nods desperately, unable to say no to him and he knows that. 

“As long as you promise to come inside me. You’re so beautiful when you do, K’uk’ulkan. So beautiful when you lose it.”

With a low growl from her words, he frees her wrists in a hurry, then positions her on her knees as though she’s weightless. Her palms become pressed flat against the wall, his hands trapping them there, his fat cock stuffed deep within, causing her back to become arched for him. 

He thrusts hard in a steady, driving rhythm, shoving her into the wall, causing the headboard of their bed to slam against it back and forth. She’s screaming his name at the top of her lungs, slamming her hands against the wall, not feeling guilty in the slightest for whoever her neighbor is on the other side. He’s a fucking animal tonight, pummeling her pussy with precision along with his grunts and growls. She can feel every ridge, every vein, and her tongue hangs out, drool dripping down her chin. 

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted this badly, K’uk’ulkan! Come for me,” she begs hoarsely, glancing over her shoulder at him to see how desperate and feral he is. “Come in me. Your princess can handle it.”

“Yes she can,” he grinds out, lost for any other words or romantic phrases in the grip of his pleasure and the beckoning ecstasy, aiming for one thing now and if she weren't so suddenly in thrall by the concrete beauty of it all she would hitch a ride there with him, but she is sated, replete and loved, and just wants to savor his passion and release.

He’s such a good man.

A hard-working man. 

He’s been through so much. 

He deserves a woman who is going to give him an easy life from now on. 

“I love you, Mr. President,” she croons, her muscles tightening around him. He groans and keeps going, thrusts fast and furious for a little while and then he gives a low shout and jerks inside her in slower, shuddering plunges, his face open and tense with the wild bliss of it.

He slumps forward, glistening chest pressed against her back, his warm lips kisses her shoulders. He rests his chin on top of her head, catching his breath. Their mixed arousal trickles down their thighs, staining the sheets beneath them. 

“Marry me.”

She breaks out into a grin.

“I’m already your wife, silly.”

T’Channa feels like a damn prisoner, trapped in this suite and unable to leave. They’re going to check out as early as possible when no other guests should be roaming around. She gave Attuma a good suck and fuck, knocking him out so he’s fresh and ready to go. 

T’Channa, on the other hand, can’t sleep at all. She flicks through the channels absentmindedly, staring at the screen but thinking about what she saw this afternoon. 

How could K’uk’ulkan fuck her sister like that, the way he used to with her? Doesn’t he know they’re not the same? Couldn’t he figure out the lack of experience? How isn’t he bored with her?

Why did he take Shuri on vacation? He hardly ever set aside time for her during his presidency. Granted, she became a serial cheater, but still…

She behaved on occasion for consecutive months. 

And none of their sex ever looked passionate like that.

He always came home from the office, used her like a sex toy, and ignored her. 

If Shuri’s pretending to be her, what did her sister tell him to make him change his mind? Does this mean he’s going to treat her well if she happens to return to her previous life?

“K’uk’ulkan…”

Her eyebrows pull together. She lowers the volume of the TV. 

“Oh, fuck…”

“What’s the matter, my love? Can’t take a little teasing?”

T’Channa gasps and places her ear against the wall behind the bed. 

“If you want something, Channie, you need to ask for it. Nice and loud.”

“Fuck the shit out of me, K’uk’ulkan!”

T’Channa gasps again. There’s a vicious pounding happening to her wall, coming from the other side. It shakes Attuma awake, who sits up abruptly. 

“Earthquake!?”

T’Channa seethes as she listens to her sister screaming as K’uk’ulkan fucks her roughly. She’s had just about enough of this shit. 

Attuma perks up at the sounds of Shuri’s moans and K’uk’ulkan’s voice. 

“Are they right next to us!?”

“Shut the fuck up,” she hisses at him. “I’m trying to think.”

“That’s a little too coincidental, no?”

It is, but T’Channa doesn’t care. If K’uk’ulkan knew the truth, he would’ve arrested Shuri on the spot and then come for her. He would’ve killed Attuma with his bare hands and dragged her out of this suite by her throat. 

Instead, he’s fucking her sister, who he believes is T’Channa, and the real wife has had enough. 

She’s going to take matters into her own hands as soon as the opportunity arises. 

After K’uk’ulkan has fallen asleep, Shuri takes her key card and her phone, then steps out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind her. She finally has a chance to call her mama without  K’uk’ulkan’s knowledge. 

“The nerve of you!”

“Hello, Mother, I–“

“Don’t hello, Mother me! You’ve killed me and I am dead, Shuri. I hope you’re pleased!”

“So am I speaking to the spirit of Ramonda now, or…?”

“Smart mouth! How could you hang up on me and never return my calls!? I’ve been worried sick about you!”

“I know, Mama, I know. It’s just… Well…” She smiles while holding the phone closer to her ear. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Who!?”

“President K’uk’ulkan.”

“Your brother-in-law!? Shuri, I am appalled by your sudden behavior! You need to stop having sex with that man and come home immediately! Leave that mess of Talokan behind you!”

It’s easier said than done.

Shuri’s heart is torn.

She doesn’t want to leave him or the children. She’s fallen in love with all three of them.

Before she can explain her dilemma to her mother, the door next to her suite opens wide. A very big man emerges, coming towards her fast and unexpectedly. She opens her mouth to scream, but he muffles it with his hand, yanking her inside his suite and causing her to drop her phone.

She feels like she’s going to die of a heart attack until she’s placed in a chair, looking at her sister as soon as the man steps to the side.

“T’Channa!? What the hell is this!? Why are you here!?”

“I could ask you the same question, sis. Did you bring my husband to this resort so that I’d be caught? So you could brag about bagging a successful man? My man!?”

“What!? No! It was his idea to come to Cancun!”

The man forces her to be still as he ties her up. She tries to scream again, wanting to get K’uk’ulkan’s attention, but some fabric is shoved inside her mouth. T’Channa snatches the purple bonnet off Shuri’s head, using it to conceal her long braids. 

“I’m going to have a little chat with him. I’ll be right back. Attuma will keep you company.”

Shuri cries as T’Channa leaves her alone with the stranger, unsure of what’s going to happen next. Is T’Channa going to confess to K’uk’ulkan about trading places? Is he going to hate her for lying to him? Is he going to break up with her and she’ll have to return home abruptly to Wakanda with a broken heart? Is he going to imprison her? 

“Damn. You two really are twins. That’s hot.” Attuma sits across from her, checking her out. “Have you ever considered tag-teaming with her, or…?” 

Bast, save her. 

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Using the key card she snatched from her sister, T’Channa slips into the suite next door. She finds her husband sleeping peacefully on the mattress, and she pulls the cover down gently, checking out his thick ass in his dark gray boxer shorts. 

She rubs it gently as she lies beside him, waiting for him to be roused from his sleep. He groans quietly, then rests his cheek on his hands, staring at her with sleepy eyes. 

“I thought I would’ve put you to sleep for hours, atan. What are you doing awake?”

As much as she wants to get on top of him and strangle him for what she hears for hours last night, T’Channa needs to be as sweet as her sister is, convincing K’uk’ulkan that she’s changed for the better as Shuri has annoyingly done. So she speaks softly, lightly stroking his graying hair. 

“Just needed to see you, iicham.”

He’s on the move suddenly, situating his large body on top of hers, planting deep kisses into her neck that has her eyelashes fluttering shut. 

Oh. 

He hasn’t done this in so long. 

His lips haven’t been on her for years, and now here is, sucking hickeys into her skin. She hooks a leg around his waist, opening herself up to the feeling of his thick morning wood, fingertips gliding down the muscular flesh of his back. 

“Fuckkkk…”

She can feel K’uk’ulkan grinning against her throat when the curse falls from her lips. 

“You like that, Princess?”

Princess!?

Is that what he’s been fucking calling her!?

“Baby.”

“Hm?” He’s undoing the knot of her robe without looking, then slides his hand underneath the waistband of her panties. He’s breathing hard and she’s joining right along with him as he fingers her aching pussy, causing her legs to spread and her back to arch.

Shit…

No. 

She can’t let him hit, no matter how much her body has been missing him. 

Not yet. 

She needs to ask him the questions she came here for, which she manages to do with whimpers into his ear as he works her up. 

“Do you love me, K’uk’ulkan?”

The ministrations of his digits cease, although they linger on her wet lips. He lifts his head, finding her eyes. 

“I love you very much, with all of my heart. You know that.”

She swallows the lump forming in her throat. It’s as though he’s searching for the truth. Her voice drops to a whisper.

“What do you love about me?”

“Everything. From the day I met you, I’ve never stopped, Shuri.”

Her heart drops.

Then her lips curl into a sneer. 

“Shuri!?”

He lowers his head to her neck again, laughing while petting her down there. Her hands are clenched so tightly into fists that she’s close to breaking blood. 

“I’m sorry. I forgot that’s the name you asked me to use during sex only, and we were in the middle of having a meaningful conversation. Please accept my apologies, Channie.”

She controls her breathing, trying to get a grip. 

That bitch. 

Shuri really told her husband to call her by her name! Is she out of her mind!? How the fuck has K’uk’ulkan not figured this all out yet!? The guy isn’t an idiot!

She breathes through her nose, forcing herself to smile when K’uk’ulkan is looking down at her once more with those dark, dark eyes. She wraps her arms around his neck, feeling herself relaxing the more he strokes her. He’s so delicate and loving. 

This isn’t the man she left behind. 

“You’re never going to hurt me again, are you, K’uk’ulkan?”

“Never,” he murmurs, kissing her lips so sweetly. It sends old butterflies flying all inside her tummy, the way it did during their first years of marriage. “I don’t want to lose you. I want us to be happy like we were before, and to be the perfect family the world believes we are. I know we can do it and you’ve proven to me so many times that you’re capable of changing, too.” 

T’Channa tears up. She holds him tighter and rests her chin on his shoulder. His fingers leave her core and his arms slide underneath her, holding her close to him. 

What the fuck is she doing? 

She isn’t happy living this way. 

It’s been fun with Attuma and the others, yeah. But if K’uk’ulkan is willing to be this kind of husband again, she needs to come back home. 

As soon as the trip is over, of course. 

Everything’s been paid for and she isn’t about to miss that beach party in Tulum tonight. She’ll get everything out of her system for good, then she’ll finally return home to her man. 

Oh.

The kids, too. 

“Go wait in the shower for me,” she whispers, giving his ear the lick she knows drives him crazy. She grins when he hardens more. “I’m going to call Baba real quick. There’s something he wanted us to bring back home.”

K’uk’ulkan whisks her off her feet, giving her multiple kisses that make her giggle before he sets her down near the bathroom door. T’Channa watches him strip naked through a crack, moans softly, then quickly returns to her suite. 

Shuri is right where she left her, sitting across from a blabbing Attuma with a sock in her mouth. T’Channa yanks it out. 

“We’re ending this lie sooner than I thought we would. I’m going to be in Tulum until the end of the week and then I’m coming home. I’m ready to have my life back again.”

“But Channie!” Attuma stands up. “I thought you said that we were going to travel the world!”

“You can. I’m going home to K’uk’ulkan.”

“But I–“ Shuri begins, and her sister cuts her off. 

“But you, what? Is it your name that’s on the marriage contract? Are you in the records listed as his wife? Did you birth those children? Are you listed as one of the owners of the home and farm you’ve been living in?” 

“No… I just…” Shuri begins to cry. T’Channa rolls her eyes. 

“Look. You got dicknotized by him. It happens to the best of us. But he doesn’t love you. He only had sex with you because he thought you were me. You know that’s true.” T’Channa continues when she sees how much her words hurt Shuri. Good. Truth hurts. “I’m the only one for him. It’s been that way for ten years. He isn’t going anywhere. Now unless you want to get arrested or have something happen to your mother, keep your fucking mouth shut about this until we make the switch at my father’s hut this weekend.” 

With tears staining her face, Shuri reluctantly nods. T’Channa has Attuma untie her. Her twin rubs her sore wrists once she’s standing up 

“You better answer my call and show up when you’re expected to. Your fairytale life ends on Saturday. And don’t you dare fuck him. I’ll know.”

Shuri grabs her belongings quickly and runs out of the suite, sobbing. Attuma puts his arm around T’Channa while they stare at the door. 

“You’re really going back to him?” 

“Of course. He’s my husband. Now let’s check out of here and hit the road while he’s distracted by her.” 

K’uk’ulkan was almost certain that it was T’Channa in his bed just now, but the sweet things she was telling him was all Shuri. Besides, his guards wouldn’t have let her get inside or allowed anything to happen to Shuri.

Unless the switch happened while the guards were taking a brief break… 

K’uk’ulkan furrows his brows and grabs the glass shower door handle, ready to get out and investigate the hallway. But then his Shuri is the one to pull it back, entering the shower fully nude with tears in her eyes. He immediately holds her shoulders.

“My love, what’s wrong?” 

Shuri can’t do this.

The pain she feels in her heart is too much to deal with. It’s only going to stay that way if she keeps lying to him about who she is and what he means to her. Holding everything back is going to result in more pain than she’s already in. 

She’ll never if the fears she has that come along with telling the truth will actually happen if she doesn’t come clean, so here goes nothing. 

“K’uk’ulkan… There’s something I have to tell you.” 

“You know I’m always willing to listen.” 

Her chest rises and falls. 

“I’m not who you think I am. Your wife, T’Channa? She was separated at birth from her twin sister. That’s me. My real name is Shuri. Our mother got us into contact with one another and T’Channa told me she was dying and wanted to travel the world but you wouldn’t let her so I agreed to trade places with her. I realized she was lying about that but there was nothing I could do because she threatened to kill Mama and by then I was already falling in love with you, the children, this life… and…” Shuri feels like she’s going to throw up and this man is smiling. Hard. “What!?”

He lifts her by the thighs suddenly, pinning her against the wall. His tongue parts her mouth open, gliding inside. Shuri sucks on it, enjoying it, but also trying to talk in between the soft moans. 

“Mm….K’uk’ulkan… don’t think… ah, don’t think you understood me… I’m not–“

“I knew who you were the day after I took your virginity, Shuri Udaku,” he says darkly against her teeth, punching the shower knob off. He carries her towards the mattress while she blinks her eyes rapidly. He drops her onto her back, and he’s bending one of her legs towards her chest while he gets on top of her. 

“You did?” she whispers, then cries as he penetrates her, deep, deep, deep where she can feel it in her cervix. It causes her tongue to fall out as usual as she tries to concentrate on his fiery eyes. 

“You’re from Wakanda. You work as a professor. Your mother is named Ramonda. You love mangoes. You’re gorgeous, brilliant, and kind. My private investigator revealed a little bit about you. I kept getting you drunk on cherry wine to find out more.”

Shuri can’t believe what she’s hearing. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry, caught doing both. 

“What!? If you knew the truth, why didn’t you tell me!? Why did you let me continue telling those lies? I’m a terrible liar! It was so embarrassing!” 

K’uk’ulkan stills inside her, letting her walls that are so accustomed to him now warm his cock and wet it as he throbs and smiles down at her. 

“You’re an awful liar, and I’m thankful for that. You’re also adorable. I was waiting until you were ready to come clean, wanting you to feel comfortable enough around me to do so. But it also turned me on pretending you were my wife…” K’uk’ulkan leans down to kiss her, keeping his hand tight on her leg that’s straight to keep it that way. He whispers against her mouth, his breath warm and smelling of fresh mint. “It was very sexy, seeing you roleplay the perfect wife. The one I want. Letting me eat you until you were shaking and fucking the shit out of you like it was your only purpose on Earth.”

His cock glides in and out of her at a slow pace, an agonizing pleasure. He keeps a firm hold on her chin, forcing her to look at him as her insides are stroked. 

This is so wrong. 

He’s been knowing that she’s his sister-in-law. 

She knows that he knows. 

Sex wasn’t okay before, but now it’s even more immoral. They’re willingly having an affair. 

“She was in here.”

“Yes…Oh, Bast…” She squeezes the sheets as her inner walls flutter. His gaze is getting hotter. She’s burning. “Yes.”

“Did she hurt you?”

“No…” Shuri can practically feel him inside her stomach now, massaging her entire core. She’s so full. And yet it’s not enough. Not when jealousy strikes so suddenly. “Did you do anything with her?”

She shouldn’t care. T’Channa is his wife. He’s a married man. Shuri is now a mistress. Whatever he does with T’Channa is none of her business… 

K’uk’ulkan pulls out suddenly and she whimpers from the loss of him, feeling so cold and empty. He stands up right while she sits, wondering if she said something wrong. At least his voice is soft when he speaks.

“Why do you wish to know?”

Shuri shrugs her thin shoulders. “Because… Um…”

“You love me?” he asks, his eyes full of hope. 

“Yes,” she admits, a change in the air. Something electric. Something different. “Yes. I love you.” 

“Bend over this mattress for me, Princess. This is the last time we’ll be without our children. Listen to me.”

She does as she’s told, getting herself into a position where her ass is in the air for him to do whatever he wants. He is the president, after all. 

“To answer your question, I touched her. Like this.” He pushes a finger into her, curling the digit. A gush of arousal coats it as Shuri whines loudly, pushing herself further onto his hand. “Of course,  not as good as this. That’s all for you, Princess. My sweet girl.” 

He inserts a second finger and Shuri squirms, her breath coming out in pants. He twists the fingers inside her, watching her body twitch as he curls in and out of her dripping pussy. 

“What did she tell you to make you confess to me?” His fingers leave her insides when his hips stutter forward, his cock flush with the curve of her ass. He wraps one hand around to the front of her, pressed against her abdomen. “Tell me, Shuri. Give me honesty now and forever.”

“She…” Fuck, she needs him. This ache is excruciating. “She said that she wants her life with you back… that we’re going to make the switch this weekend…”

“Mm. That’s what she said?” 

Shuri nods helplessly. Bast, when is he going to rail her already? Hasn’t she been his good girl? His perfect wife? She should be rewarded for her time spent with him. 

“And is that what you want?”

“No… But what can I do? I can’t usurp her life and take over… Uuka and Miya need their mother back. I need to get home to take care of mine, to work, to continue building the life I had…”

“You can’t escape me, Shuri. I won’t let you.” His dark voice gives her chills and makes her cunt quiver. She glances over her shoulder, watching him stroke the entirety of his thick length while he makes eye contact. “I’d divorce her in a heartbeat. And I will. But I want to make her suffer first.”

Her thighs are soaked as she awaits him. This is torture. “What do you mean by that?” 

“I want her to experience the pain of believing our marriage could work, only to discover that I’m the one who’s cheating now. I want to fly out on faulty business trips to fuck you on the desk inside your classroom. I want her to find remnants of you on my clothing. I want to fly you back to Talokan and have her catch us fucking on her bed. I want her to finally understand what she put me through and once she’s in tears and broken, I’m throwing that divorce paper in her fucking face and marrying you in front of the entire nation.” 

Shuri is in complete shock. With his gritted teeth and hard stare, she knows K’uk’ulkan means every word of it. But does Shuri have the heart to do that to her sister?  

“Tell me you want that, Shuri.” His hands move to her hips, his cock now sliding through the wetness at the inside of her thighs. He groans as he rocks against her a few more times, the tip of his cock dragging against her opening. “Tell me that you’ll always be mine. Tell me no one else can do this to you. That I’m the only one that gets you like this.”

Shuri whines, the pitch of the noise coming out high. She tilts her hips back, gasping when the tip of him pulls against her clit. “K’uk’ulkan.”

He digs his fingers into her hips, stilling her movement as he steps back and drops down to one knee behind her. He licks a long line up her slit, delighting in how her thighs immediately start to shake. 

“Tell me,” he whispers between licks. His nose nudges at her opening as his teeth graze her clit. His hands slide to the back of her thighs, pulling her open wider. “Tell me it’s me. Only me.” 

“It’s you,” Shuri moans. Delirious with pleasure, her head twisted to the crook of her elbow, and her eyes squeezed shut. “President Almehen…it’s you. I’m entirely yours. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” 

He’s on his feet in a flash, lining his cock up with her cunt. He throws his head back in relief as he finally slides into her. His hands grip the soft skin of her hips, pulling her into him. “My good, good girl. That’s what táatah needed to hear.” He slides back with a groan, nearly removing himself from her completely, before he slams back into her.

Shuri keens, scrambling for purchase on the bed. He’s not holding back this morning and she has a feeling he never will again. 

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name,” he growls, his hips slamming into her. He changes the angle so his cock presses into a different spot inside her, causing a guttural noise to leave her. “I’m going to fuck you so the only thing you remember is how good my cock feels in your cunt. So there’s no possible way that you could ever forget the promise you made to me.” 

“Yes!” Shuri groans in agreement. She can feel the slap of his thighs against her own as he continuously pounds into her. The hand on her hip twists down to the juncture of her thighs, circling her clit. 

“I won’t let you forget me while you wait in Wakanda,” he grunts through clenched teeth. The speed of his thrusts begin to increase, and he can feel the tell-tale sign of her inner walls fluttering around his cock. “And I won’t leave your body alone once I’m there.” 

Her mouth grows dry in arousal to be wanted as much as this man wants her. K’uk’ulkan quickens the motions on her clit, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

“Baby,” she groans. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming–” 

Her entire body seems to freeze, bowing tightly as she’s pushed over the final crest of ecstasy. Her orgasm races through her, causing him to tighten his hold on her hips as her legs start to shake uncontrollably.

He leans forward, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder as he gives three more final deep thrusts. He cock pulses, his hips shuttering as his release spills inside her. He groans her name, her real name into her skin as he finally feels his body still above her.

The couple remain bent over the mattress, breathing deeply as the fan begins to cool the sweat on their skin.

“I look forward to getting to know you, Shuri Udaku.”

Shuri can’t stop smiling as she lies on a hammock with K’uk’ulkan underneath the shade of some very large trees. They’re staying inside a vacation home of one of his close friends and they’re finally away from all the tourists. The area is remote and isolated, but that doesn’t stop the security guards from being on full alert after what happened to Shuri at the hotel. 

Zyanya is watching Uuka and Miya capture bugs with a net that they made. Shuri rotates her body, snuggling the president as close as possible while the hammock rocks back and forth. 

“Now that the kids are occupied, what is it that you’d like to know about me?” 

“Everything,” he murmurs, bringing her hand against his heart. She can feel it beating. “I mean it. Everything.”

“Perhaps narrow it down just a tad?” Shuri giggles when he presses multiple kisses to the top of her head. “I want to play with Uuka and Miya soon.”

“And you wonder why I tell you I want to put a baby in you. You’re so motherly. It comes so naturally.” K’uk’ulkan drags his knuckles gently down her cheek. “Alright. Tell me a fond childhood memory of yours, and I’ll share one of mine.”

“Mm… I’d have to say my favorite memory from childhood was going with my mother to this little ice cream stand down the road from our first home. The man used to make it from mangoes by hand, just for me. I used to love sitting on the dirt road with Mama and eating it while we studied the animals around us.”

K’uk’ulkan smiles. “You love your mother, don’t you?”

“With all of my heart. That’s kind of why I also lied to you at the beginning. T’Channa threatened her.”

“You mentioned that once or twice in your drunken state. I assured you not to believe anything she says. I do have assassins on hand, but none that listen to her. Now that I know Attuma’s whereabouts, I need to put a hit on him.”

Shuri laughs nervously when she realizes that he’s dead serious. “Oh… So, like… Are you part of the Talokan mafia or something?”

“I work with them. Strictly for protective measures. They don’t rig elections or assassinate political figures, if that’s what you’re wondering. I would’ve murdered Governor Cadmael years ago.”  

Shuri frowns. There’s so much she doesn’t know about K’uk’ulkan and what he went through with her sister. She’s free to finally ask the questions now. 

“Is that when it all went wrong? When she kissed him? That’s what Baba told me.”

K’uk’ulkan exhales. His fingers play with the strap of her pink camisole. “Recent developments have given me the suspicion that they did more than kiss that night if the two of them were having sex months ago. But I don’t want to talk about her or everything she did to me. Not right now. Right now, I’m in this hammock wanting to get to know my future wife.”

“Will you tell me one day?” Shuri asks, pressing the pads of her fingertips into his beard. “Please? I won’t feel good marrying you if I don’t know every single detail.”

“When we are completely alone, when I’m with you in Wakanda where nobody can hear me say it. I can’t risk my son overhearing or witnessing me cry.”

Shuri closes her mouth. It must be one emotional story, one that might alter how she sees him permanently. But it’s only fair that she knows, to both her and her sister. Maybe then she can finally understand the toxicity behind this marriage and the subsequent choices made. 

“You need to make that a promise. Either by blood or by spit like in the olden days.”

K’uk’ulkan is suddenly above her, squeezing her cheeks to make her mouth open. He spits into it and she swallows his saliva down. She makes sure that the children aren’t looking before she returns the favor, making him groan as she drinks from her. 

“Chaac, Princess.” He runs his hands down his face. “Please distract me before I act up.”

“You didn’t say what your favorite childhood memory was.”

“Ah. That would be going into town with my father and purchasing my first suit. As you can see, he unlocked a habit of mine. I haven’t been able to stop wearing suits since then. Of course now, I can afford major brands. My first suit was for church and made by a local seamstress.”

“Oh, do you have any pictures!? I bet you were adorable!”

“I believe my mother has some in her room.”

“You have to show me when we go home.”

K’uk’ulkan smiles for a while without saying anything. She finds out why after a kiss on her cheek. 

“Hearing you say that word touches my heart, Shuri. It hasn’t felt like home until you arrived.”

Before she can show how touched she is by that statement, Uuka and Miya come crawling into the hammock, causing it to shake wildly. As the four of them sway together, laughing and basking in the sunlight, Shuri can’t see life going any other way for her now. 

They’re her home. 

And she’s willing to do all the naughty things required in order to keep it that way. 

T’Channa drops the empty crushed beer can onto the sand as she stumbles around, searching for Attuma. She pulls him away from the girl who was grinding on him, shouting into his ear. 

“Let me drive us to the hotel!”

“Aren’t you too drunk for that!?”

“Nope. Check my walk.”

T’Channa draws an imaginary stick in the sand. She then walks uncoordinated across it, causing both herself and Attuma to laugh hard. He willingly hands over the keys to his sports car and they run off together, continuing the laughter until T’Channa is behind the steering wheel. After several failed attempts to get the key into the ignition, she finally figures it out and starts driving down the dark road. 

Attuma speaks out from the backseat, unbuckled. 

“Channie… How could you pick your husband over me? I’m not rich or older. But I never forced you to have sex. I never forced you to give birth.”

Flashbacks of three years ago haunt her as her grip on the steering wheels tightens. The bed inside the dark room. There’s a phantom pain on her wrists from the cuffs that were placed on her for nearly a month. 

He was so, so evil. 

But now…

Maybe all of his apologies did mean something. If he’s willing to love her as much as he did inside that hotel room the other morning, she’s willing to forgive without forgetting. There’s no way her mind will ever be clear of what he did to her. 

Not even when it slams against her steering wheel as she veers off the road and into a ravine.

“Fuck…”

There’s an IV in her arm, pumping her full of necessary fluids. She somehow survived the car crash with minor injuries, including a broken wrist and a small scar on her forehead. The curtain is blocking her view of Attuma, who she knows is on the other side. She can hear him grunting and groaning.

A woman  with tattoos on her scalp emerges from behind the curtain, holding a clipboard and smiling at her. 

“Mrs. Almehen?”

“I’m not speaking without my lawyer present.”

“I’m not here representing law enforcement, ma’am. My name is Nurse Okoye. I have been tending to the wounds of you and your friend since your arrival. While your injuries are less severe, I regret to inform you that Attuma is going to need intensive care both at home and in rehab for a few months. He’s going to need to fully rely on you to care for him. I can teach you how to change him and tend to all of his wounds.”

T’Channa is mortified hearing all of this. She’s especially disturbed when she hears Attuma’s voice on the other side of the curtain, thanking her for being by his side for life and what a good woman she is. 

Nope. 

Fuck that and fuck this. 

Anything is better than being stuck with a needy man. 

T’Channa goes along with what Okoye says, nodding her head, allowing her to believe she’s going to be Attuma’s supportive girlfriend. After Okoye runs some tests and leaves, T’Channa quickly frees herself from all the wires she’s connected to, changes into her clothes that have been folded neatly on a nearby chair, grabs her purse, and starts running. 

She pulls her phone out once she makes it to a vacant hallway, pressing her back against a wall as she calls her sister. It goes straight to voicemail. 

“I’m not playing with you, Sisi! Meet me at Baba’s by tomorrow night. I’m booking a flight back home today.” 

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“Oh, wait! I’m not sure if you can climb on those!” 

Shuri feels K’uk’ulkan’s arm wrap around her waist as he pulls her in against his hip. He then kisses her temple. 

“It’s alright, atan. These ruins aren’t like the ones in Chichen Itza or Tulum. Visitors are welcomed to climb the structures.” 

Shuri glances around, noticing that there are indeed people climbing to the top of certain temples and taking pictures. Uuka is already halfway up a large staircase with Miya clinging to his leg. 

“Would you mind catching up with them at least? I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if they fell and got hurt.”

K’uk’ulkan kisses her again, and what he whispers warmly into her ear makes her feel hotter than what the summer sun is already doing to her. 

“What a wonderful mother you are to them, Shuri. I can’t wait to make that a permanent position.”

She admires the president’s ass and quads as he climbs the staircase. She loves that strong body and what it’s capable of. Maybe that’s why she’s making insane decisions, such as being a mistress to her sister’s husband and stealing her man - and her family. 

Hm. 

T’Channa had plenty of chances to make things right with K’uk’ulkan. If she’s still out here in this foreign country having threesomes and getting drunk with another man, then why can’t K’uk’ulkan have a little fun with someone else, too? Why can’t K’uk’ulkan play with some revenge? Their marriage sucks. Shuri is doing both of them a favor by freeing them from it. 

That thought makes her feel better. 

Yeah. 

 She’s doing a good thing for both sides. 

Shuri pulls her phone out of the pocket of her shorts. She hasn’t turned it on since yesterday. As soon as she does, she panics seeing how many missed calls, voicemails, and texts she’s received from T’Channa. She immediately calls her. 

“It’s about fucking time!”

“I’m sorry! I had my phone off! What’s going on?” 

“There’s been a change of plans. I’m at the airport right now, about to fly back to Talokan. You need to meet me at Baba’s hut by tomorrow. I’ll be getting my haircut like yours and as soon as I’m done, I better see you there or else.” 

“Um…” Shuri tries to think quickly under pressure. “Um, we can’t! Uuka’s really sick and K’uk’ulkan doesn’t want to fly him home to where Fen is. He doesn’t want to risk her getting sick, too.” 

“Who cares? That old bat is fixing to kick the bucket, anyway.” 

“Well, K’uk’ulkan cares! And unless you want to tell him yourself what’s going on and how we traded lives and ruin your marriage all over again, be my guest!”

Please don’t be my guest… 

T’Channa sighs, annoyed. “Fine. Guess I’ll hang out with the madala until then, but I expect you to call me as soon as you’re packing your bags.” 

K’uk’ulkan whistles to her as he stands at the top of the staircase with Miya in his arm. His other hand rests on Uuka’s shoulder. They’re waiting for her. Her perfect little family. 

Shuri immediately hangs up and goes to them. 

K’uk’ulkan observes Shuri, Zyanya, and the children playing in the water park of the resort as he pulls out his ringing phone. 

“What’s going on, Happy?” 

“Your wife was involved in a car accident the other night, drunk off her ass and crashed right into a ravine.” 

K’uk’ulkan can’t ignore the way his heart pounds at the thought of T’Channa dying. She’s still the mother of his children. A part of him cares deeply for her. He also doesn’t want her to die before he can fuck with her. 

“What’s her condition?” 

“Escaped from the hospital and went straight to the airport. Fucked her wrist up according to reports. She has a few cuts on her forehead. I told the authorities that I’ve apprehended her and she’ll be receiving punishment in Talokan. They let it go.” 

“And Attuma?” 

“Way more banged up than her. Nearly every bone broken in his body.” 

“But still alive?” 

“Yup.” 

K’uk’ulkan clutches the phone tighter. “Finish the job, then.” 

“You sure about that, sir?” 

“Happy, everyone who has done me wrong eventually pays the price. T’Channa will get hers soon enough. Attuma chose death the day he betrayed me.” 

“Alright, Mr. Almehen. I’ll inform you when the payment has been received. It might take some time.”

“Thank you.” 

K’uk’ulkan hangs up right as Shuri comes over to him. He holds his arms out for her and she falls into his lap, snuggling up close to his chest. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” 

She smiles at him. “I am. There’s something I wanted to tell you, though. Earlier today, T’Channa called. She’s heading back to Talokan early for some reason. She wanted me back, too. I lied to her and said that we can’t because Uuka is sick and you didn’t want your mother to get sick, too. But now I feel horrible.” 

“For lying to her? You shouldn’t.” 

“No. Not that. I feel horrible about saying Uuka was sick. What if the universe makes that sweet boy sick for real now? I will never forgive myself.” 

K’uk’ulkan snaps the waistband of her purple bikini bottom against her smooth skin, then pats her on the ass. “Don’t stress about that. We’ll go visit a local medicine woman friend of mine. She’ll provide us with some protection and tea.” 

Shuri looks at him curiously. “Tea?” 

He plays with one of her curls, smiling at her wickedly. 

“Very, very good tea.” 

After the family cleans all of the chlorine off their bodies and changes into dry clothes, K’uk’ulkan drives them into one of the neighborhoods he’s familiar with. His bodyguard waits outside while they go in. He’s instantly greeted by Rosa, the store owner. 

“So good to see you again, my friend!”

K’uk’ulkan returns her embrace and gestures to his family. “You remember my wife, T’Channa, and my children, Uuka and Miya, don’t you?” 

Rosa gasps as she looks at the children first. “Uuka! You’re a young man now!” She clutches her heart. “And Miya’s so big! She’s not a baby anymore!” 

Miya points to a lollipop on a stand. “Baba, can I have lolli-olli-olli-pop?” 

“When we go, baby. We can’t have your hands get all sticky in here.” 

Rosa focuses on Shuri now, taking her by the hands. “You were pregnant the last time I saw you. Did what I give you help with the labor pains?” 

She looks at K’uk’ulkan for help. He nods his head. 

“Oh, yes! Thank you so much!”

Rosa turns around, giving K’uk’ulkan a sly smile and waiting until Shuri chases after Miya to whisper something to him. 

“Are you wanting to get her pregnant again?” 

He nearly shivers at the fantasy. 

“Yes. That tea you gave me last time worked wonders. I’ll also be needing one for healthy immune systems for my son and anything you can provide my daughter with to prevent them from falling ill during the remainder of our trip.” 

Rosa winks at him. “I got what you need, K’uk’ulkan. Always. You’re going to love the new ingredients for the tea for your wife.” 

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” 

“She’ll not only be extra fertile and capable of conceiving no matter what part of the cycle she’s on, it’ll make her extra aroused. She won’t be able to stay off you.” 

K’uk’ulkan laughs quietly. “That’s what I like to hear.” 

Shuri has trouble sleeping that night. 

She doesn’t know if it was something in that tea keeping her up, but she’s tossing and turning like a mad woman, unable to get comfortable. She’s trying to be as quiet as she can since the children are sleeping across the large room in another bed, but it’s getting hard to keep her groans to herself. 

There’s an incredibly painful ache in between the legs that’s causing arousal to drip out involuntarily. She rubs her thighs together, then gasps at how soaked she is, like she jumped into a pool with her panties on. How is she this wet? 

She covers her face with her hands as the agonizing ache worsens. 

Her pussy is searching for something, begging to be filled. 

“K’uk’ulkan,” she whines high-pitched, tears forming in her eyes. “K’uk’ulkan…Please…” 

He awakes, concern taking over his sleepy features when he sees how much pain she’s in. “What’s wrong?” 

“I…I don’t know…” Bast, she’s inhaling the scent of his breath, seeing those sexy eyes and lips, and feeling the heat radiating off his body. He’s what her pussy is aching for. She needs him. She needs him now. “K’uk’ulkan, fuck me.” 

He places a finger to her lips to silence her, and she ends up sucking on it with soft moans. She strokes him over his boxers while she does it, finding that he’s already rock-solid and throbbing despite the protests coming out of his mouth. 

“Sweetheart, we can’t. The babies are right there.” 

She pushes his finger out of her mouth with her tongue, then throws her body on top of him, her hand now gliding underneath his waistband and coming into contact with his veiny flesh. His eyelids lower in desire and she hovers her lips above his, breathing her pleas into his mouth. 

“Bathroom. Please. It feels like I’m going to die if I don’t have your cock inside me. Please, táatah.” She licks his tongue. His cock responds with a stronger pulse against her palm. “Please. Fuck me.”

K’uk’ulkan covers her mouth with his own to keep her quiet as he carries her to the bathroom. He doesn’t stop kissing her as he locks the door behind them, and as soon as she’s on her feet, she pulls her sopping panties down and bends over, popping her ass towards him with her palms planted against the wall and an arch in her back. She watches him move towards her through their reflections in the mirror. He pats her pussy with three fingers, then curses under his breath when her sticky, hot fluid follows his digits out in a thin string. 

“Shit, Shuri,” he whispers, pulling his cock out. “You really do need me.” 

“Put it in,” she whimpers, wiggling her hips in hopes of enticing him. “Heal me. It hurts so much.” 

K’uk’ulkan never keeps her waiting long. The noise that comes out of her cunt when he slides in is the wettest, loudest squelching either of them have ever heard. Shuri cries, hearing some of her arousal splattering onto the tiles when he pulls out suddenly. 

“Fuck. You’re way too wet, my love. We can’t do it here. Let me see if Zyanya can switch rooms for a few hours.” 

Shuri’s in full-on tears when she sees him pulling his boxers back up. She straightens up and turns around. “No! Don’t leave me!”

“I’ll be fast. I promise.” 

He leaves the bathroom and soon as he has his shorts on, she hears the hotel room door opening and closing. Her thighs shake as she waits for her lover to return to her. She turns to look at her reflection. Her skin is glistening with sweat, her eyes look like she’s on ecstasy, and there’s so much translucent fluid leaking out of her pussy. She’s an absolute mess. 

Is this the tea doing this to her? 

Did K’uk’ulkan give her the wrong one? 

It did look different from the one he gave Uuka. 

A more rosier color. 

She flings herself at him when he opens the bathroom door. He carries her by the thighs to Zyanya’s room, and she mumbles an apology to the nanny before K’uk’ulkan locks them inside the private space. 

He drops her onto the mattress and has the nerve to take his precious time removing his little amount of clothing. 

“K’uk’ulkan, I feel like I can’t breathe. Please, please, please…” 

He kisses her as he climbs on top of her, fully naked. “It’s okay, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you.”

They both let out simultaneous groans as he thrusts in, relieved and aroused in equal measure. She wraps her legs around his waist as he starts pumping his hips. “

“Oh, Bast…”

He groans in her ear and tugs at the lobe with his teeth. “Itzia, you feel-”

She misses whatever he says next, as a much needed orgasm rockets through her already. She shrieks as her walls clench around his cock, pleasure mixing with the sheer relief from the sexual torture. 

“Chaac, you’re so beautiful when you come. You know that?” 

She whimpers as pleasure continues coursing through her, leaving her unable to do little more than moan and writhe under her lover. “Oh, fuck, baby, please…”

Her back arches as another orgasm sweeps through her, stronger than the first. Her nails drag down his back, and he hisses before thrusting harder into her.

“So good, so wet,” he mouths at her neck, licking and sucking as his hips slap against hers. The next few sentences that come out of his mouth are a garbled mixture of Mayan and English. 

And then he rolls so he’s on his back and she’s on top of him.

She plants her hands on his broad chest, hellbent on riding him as hard and fast as possible. “Oh, Bast, baby… Oh, oh, oh…”

K’uk’ulkan releases her hips to grope at her chest and ass, leaving her to set her own pace. He groans when she clenches around him for the third time and sits up so he can kiss her. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, Princess. The best pussy. Better than my wife.” 

She whimpers into his mouth as her hips jerk back and forth wildly. “Marry me and it’ll always be yours.” 

He groans again, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as his hips rock up against her. “Fuck…Its been mine since our second day together. Chaac… I can’t believe you feel this amazing, Shuri…” 

He’s the perfect picture of wanton debauchery underneath her, and it drives her utterly wild.

She moves faster, wilder, bouncing herself up and down on his cock until the two of them are moaning, hot messes. She gasps as her climax starts building, then whimpers when he takes hold of her hips and moves her more forcefully. Her back arches, her mouth stretching into an ‘O’ shape. 

K’uk’ulkan sits up as her climax hits, clutching her against his chest and kissing her senseless. His hands map out the curves of her body - her hips, her stomach, the line of your spine - as she comes down from her high, making her shiver.

She whines, writhing against his hips as he nips at her jaw. “K’uk’ulkan…” She’s still aching with need, impossibly slick and beyond sensitive. “Baby, please, I need more!”

He groans against her neck and starts shifting her back against the bed. “Yes, my love. Anything you need.”

She grunts and pushes against his chest before he can lay her out on her back, though. “No, wait. Not like this.” She slides off him when he lets her go, the loss of fullness, of feeling him inside her, is almost heart-wrenching. She positions herself on her hands and knees. “Like this. Please.”

“Look at you,” he growls from behind her. “Not shy anymore with me, are you?” 

His hands are on her hips and he’s thrusting into her, hard and ruthless.

She screams his name as pleasure mounts inside her. She squeezes her eyes shut and focuses on the sensation, focusing on the feeling of the president of Talokan thrusting in and out of her, focusing on how full and wonderful she feels… 

Another climax rips through her, and one more quickly after that when he hits her g-spot just right, then she’s gone. Overstimulated and buzzing with endorphins, Shuri goes limp and sloppy, clenching and spasming around K’uk’ulkan uselessly as he fucks both of them stupid. Her body shakes with each powerful thrust, her face pushes and rubs against the mattress.

And then the president groans, thrusts once more, and practically collapses on top of her as he finally reaches his climax.

She whimpers when K’uk’ulkan pulls out of her, shivering as the cool air of the room washes over her bare skin. “Baby?”

He’s back in an instant, cradling her against his chest and planting soft chaste kisses all over her face. “Are you alright?”

“Mm,” she hums in delight, closing her eyes. “Never been better.” 

“That haircut makes your head look bigger than it already was.” 

“Did you say that same shit to your other daughter, because it’s the same exact haircut on the same exact head!”

“She’s well aware that I think her head is humongous. Are you going to be a useless bozo until your sister wife arrives, or do you want to drive me to the city for my appointment?” 

T’Channa rolls her eyes. “She’s not my sister wife. K’uk’ulkan would never do that to me and his religion doesn’t allow it. Also, he’s never going to find out that I have a twin sister. As soon as Shuri’s here and her boring ass goes back to Wakanda, that’ll be the end of her.” 

“Mmhm. So is that a yes or no to my question?” 

T’Channa glances at her wrist that’s covered with medical tape. “If I drive one-handed and kill us, is that an issue?” 

“No. I have seen enough of this planet. Let’s go.” 

Her baba doesn’t talk again until they’re out of the main city traffic and on the highway. 

“So you witnessed your sister and K’uk’ulkan in the throes of passion while you were on your own romantic, scandalous getaway?” 

T’Channa grits her teeth. “There was nothing passionate about what I saw. She was faking it to be convincing. She doesn’t love him and he doesn’t love her, and the only reason he’ll tell her so is because he thinks she’s me.” 

“Uh huh. You were supposed to be traveling the world for the remainder of your life and never returning to your toxic husband. Seeing him with your sister changed that real quick.” T’Chaka chuckles. “Green-eyed monster has gobbled you up.” 

“I am not jealous. I know K’uk’ulkan better than anyone. If he knew who Shuri really was, he’d never want anything to do with her. I’m the only one for him and I always will be.” 

K’uk’ulkan sits inside the play area of a Cancun library, watching as Shuri sits on the floor with Miya and eats the pretend food and drinks the pretend juice that the toddler makes for her. Uuka is nearby, lounging on one of the plastic couches and reading a comic book. 

He loves this so much, for himself and for his children. 

They deserve a mother who loves spending time with them, not sucking the dicks or eating pussies of various flings. 

K’uk’ulkan can hear a bunch of murmurs in Spanish. There’s a good group of people outside of the play area, most of them families with children, who recognize him as the president of Talokan. His bodyguards aren’t letting any of them inside, but when K’uk’ulkan sees the disappointed face of a little girl around Miya’s age who can’t play, he does something about it. 

“Let them in,” K’uk’ulkan tells the guards. “They’re not going to hurt anyone.” 

The guards step aside, and the families come rushing in, some of the adults asking K’uk’ulkan if they can take pictures with them. He looks at Shuri to see if she wants to join him, but she’s content with playing with Miya, giving him a wink. 

He gets photos taken of himself later on, anyway, but they’re captured unknowingly and later appear on social media later on. They’re all happy ones, with K’uk’ulkan laughing with his children and his first lady. 

Seeing it only makes K’uk’ulkan confirm his desires for another child, one born from the love he shares with Shuri. 

The vacation has lasted for weeks when T’Channa has been wanting Shuri back for days. 

But Shuri doesn’t care. 

This is the happiest she’s ever been. 

K’uk’ulkan’s guard has returned from a convenience store, giving him a bag as the two of them rest on a couch on the balcony. He thanks the guard, then places the bag on the glass table in front of them before shifting Shuri onto his lap, staring at her lovingly. 

“There’s something I need to tell you, Princess. Something that might provide answers to the nausea you’ve been feeling.” 

“I told you that I’m not very good on boats. All that shifting around upset my stomach.” 

K’uk’ulkan smiles slowly. “I believe it’s something else. That tea I’ve been giving you wasn’t the immune health one Uuka has been drinking. It’s for fertility. And I’m about 99% sure you’re pregnant with my child right now. Finally.” 

Shuri opens and closes her mouth multiple times, grappling with how she’s actually feeling. Pissed about the sneakiness? Yes. Nervous about the possibility of being pregnant with her brother-in-law’s baby? Yes. But the sex has been amazing. Not only that, but… 

Having K’uk’ulkan as a baby daddy isn’t that bad… 

She knew what she was getting into having sex unprotected. 

“And if it is true? What then? Are you going to marry me?” 

K’uk’ulkan kisses her, continuing to stare at her with adoration. “Shuri, I’m planning on marrying you no matter what.” He pulls a pregnancy test out of the plastic bag. “Take it while the children are out with Zyanya. I can’t wait another day without knowing if you’re carrying my third child and our first blessing together.” 

The answer comes within minutes after she pees on the stick. 

K’uk’ulkan hugs her from behind as she cries a mixture of happy and uncertain tears. 

“You’ll be returning to Wakanda soon. OBGYNs don’t see you until you’re around eight or nine weeks pregnant. That’s when I’ll fly you back to Talokan and we’ll attend your first appointment together with the finest doctor there is. I won’t let you go through any of this alone.” 

Shuri sniffles, then turns around to wrap her arms around his neck. He looks so happy. He wanted this badly. It’s getting a smile out of her, no matter how much trouble she’s going to be in. 

“When are you going to tell her about us?” 

“As soon as I’m done fucking with her head, which won’t take long.” 

“And when will I see you in Wakanda, huh, handsome?” Shuri frowns, feeling heartache setting in knowing their vacation is ending. “Is it really going to take eight weeks for us to meet again?” 

K’uk’ulkan sighs while swaying them around on the bathroom tiles as though slow dancing at their wedding. “I have a lot of presidential duties to take care of. I promise that I’ll see you sooner than eight weeks. Maybe in a month. It’ll be a surprise.” 

Shuri has to accept whatever is going to happen. He’s an important and busy man. She’s going to have to wait for him. Besides, this will be a good test to see if he’s really about it. If he shows up in Wakanda, he loves her. If he doesn’t and they never speak again, he used her and it’s over. 

“Thank you for a beautiful summer. I’m never going to forget it.” 

And now she has to go home and explain all of this mess to her mother before she has to report for her first day of the semester. 

Shuri can’t stop hugging and kissing Uuka and Miya, who have no idea why she’s being so emotional and think that she’s just in an extra loving mood today. They don’t know that she isn’t going to be coming back for nearly two months. 

“I love you both so very much,” she whispers as she snuggles them on the couch. “I’m so grateful and happy that I’m your mama.” 

Uuka pulls his head back. Shuri’s surprised to see that his eyes are tearful. She holds his shoulders gently, sitting up while Miya rests on her lap. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?” 

“I don’t want you to leave,” he sniffles, and Shuri’s eyes widen. “Don’t go.”

“Oh, mehen. I’m just going to my baba’s house. I’ll come home right after.” 

“I don’t think it’ll be you who comes home,” Uuka whispers, and Shuri’s stunned. “It’ll be her.” 

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Uuka.” 

“I saw Baba holding you for an extra long time before he went to the office today. I saw that both of you were crying. And now you’re acting like this with Miya and me. I know you’re not Mama, and I know you’re switching back with her.” 

Shuri can’t form any words. She just stares blankly at him, trying to recover. 

“I won’t tell her that I know. I won’t tell her that Baba knows, either. I won’t act any different, I promise. But I am sad. I finally got to know what it feels like to have a mama who loves me.” 

Shuri begins to cry, pulling Uuka into her and rubbing his back tenderly. 

“Oh, you sweet, sweet boy. Your mother does love you. She’s just…lost.” 

“Lost?” 

“Yeah. She's been through a lot and she’s trying to find her way again. I think after this experience, she’s going to be a better person and a better mother. It’ll be okay. You’ll see.” 

“It won’t be okay until you’re back. I want to be homeschooled by you. I want you to keep making Baba happy. I want us to be a family.” 

Shuri brushes his tears off his cheekbones with her thumbs. “Soon, baby, okay? Soon.” 

She means it, too. 

When Shuri’s standing face to face with her twin, the driver outside believes the First Lady has gone inside her baba’s hut to gather some important belongings. T’Channa has cut her hair to mimic her short curls, wanting to make the switch seamless. 

“I have a lot to say to you.” 

“I have a lot to say to you, too,” Shuri shoots back, hearing the venom in her voice that she also feels inside her. T’Channa arches an eyebrow. “When you go back home, be good to Uuka and Miya! Whatever your history with K’uk’ulkan is, that isn’t their fault! They never asked to be born! If you don’t start loving those babies right, I guarantee that someone else will!” 

T’Channa laughs after a moment, then her voice drops to a whisper as she gives her twin an intimidating stare that mirrors one that K’uk’ulkan is capable of. 

“Get the fuck out of my face and my life. Uuka and Miya receive everything they need. A few months with my husband and kids has made you delusional. I’ve told you this many times: any love they’ve shown you is because they thought you were me. You are nothing to them, Shuri Udaku. You’re a nobody.” T’Channa glances at her watch then turns her back to her sister. “Your flight leaves in less than two hours. Have the old man take you before it’s too late.” 

With that, T’Channa leaves in the limo that delivered Shuri, leaving the other twin with T’Chaka. 

“Why didn’t you stand up for yourself? Did Ramonda raise a coward?” 

Shuri smiles down at her feet. “Nah. I just know for a fact that everything she said isn’t true and she’ll realize it soon enough. Let’s go, Baba. Mama’s waiting for me.” 

T’Channa takes a deep inhale as she stands in front of the Almehen mansion. There’s no place like home, after all. She walks through the doors, encountering Zyanya and the children in the foyer. 

“Mama! Mama!” Miya runs right to her, and T’Channa picks her up, getting some much needed cuddles in. She actually missed this.

“Hello, Miya Papaya.” They rub the tips of their noses together and then T’Channa holds out her arm for Uuka to come into. He approaches her slowly, wearing a very small smile as he gives her a weak sideways hug. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yeah, Mama. How was Grandpa’s house?”

“Lame as usual. Is Baba at the office?”

“He is. Are you going to go see him? He’s really busy. Maybe you and me can build the new Lego set that we got in Cancun. That would be really fun.”

“Mm, maybe later, mehen. I really need to see Baba.”

Uuka sounds defeated when he mumbles an ‘okay’ and his mood swings aren’t something T’Channa wants to deal with right now. Maybe Zyanya can find out what’s wrong with him and they can talk about it later. 

T’Channa kisses Miya on the cheek and sets her down before walking straight out the door again, heading towards the government building next door. She encounters Namora on the way there. The smile her husband’s witch of a cousin gives her has her freezing where she stands. 

“That vacation did K’uk’ulkan well. He’s been handling intense meetings incredibly today. Thank you for being good to him.”

T’Channa is floored. And freaked out. This all feels way too dystopian for her tastes, like the end of times is near. Why the fuck is Namora being friendly with her?”

“That’s just what I do. Excuse me.”

She mouths a ‘what the fuck’ after passing Namora and then goes through the security process of getting to K’uk’ulkan’s office. She came at the right time. One of his meetings has ended and he’s in a transitional period before the next one has to start. 

She’s let inside by his guards and K’uk’ulkan eyes her from his desk. 

Fuck, has he always looked this hot inside the office, with the Talokan flag proudly behind him? His gaze is intense and focused as she approaches the desk. 

“What happened to your wrist?”

T’Channa glances at the medical tape. “Oh. I moved it wrong when I was helping Baba with something. It should heal soon.”

“Why are you here, Channie? I’m extremely busy.”

She hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her husband since he touched her all those weeks ago. She comes around his desk, and when he swivels his chair to face her, she stands in between his legs. She bunches up the ends of her dress to show him her new silk panties. 

“Sorry, táatah. It’s a bit hot in here.”

K’uk’ulkan shoots his arm up, getting a handful of T’Channa’s clothed pussy. Her breath hitches at the sensation of his heavy hand groping her, the heel of his palm pressed right against her clit. 

“I’m busy. Wait for me at home.”  

When T’Channa begins to rock against his hand, K’uk’ulkan swiftly redraws it and gets back to writing whatever document he’s working on. 

“Wait for me at home, Channie. You know how I feel about repeating myself.”

Chaac, she loves an authoritative man. 

“Yes, sir.”

She leaves with a smile on her face, looking forward to getting pounded by her hot husband and working on loving each other all over again. 

Throughout his meetings and discussions about upcoming events, K’uk’ulkan can’t stop thinking about Shuri. She only left just this morning, but it feels like an eternity ago. 

She’s already made a permanent home inside his heart. 

That same heart nearly burst seeing T’Channa walk into his office. For a few seconds, he saw Shuri, thinking she canceled her flight and decided to stay in Talokan with him and for him. His disappointment of quickly realizing it was his wife instead has been with him for hours. He’s supposed to be reviewing the diplomatic relations he has with the northern countries and setting up meetings for them to discuss what’s been going on. 

But he can’t seem to do anything at all. 

Just sitting at his desk, sipping on a glass of whiskey, missing the love of his life. 

“Mr. President?”

He looks at the office phone where the secretary’s voice is coming through. 

“Yes?”

“Your nanny is coming in with your son and daughter.”

“Is something wrong?”

“She said that they only wanted to see you. That’s all.”

“Very good. Thank you.”

K’uk’ulkan stands up before the door opens, hiding behind one of the large figures in the office. When his children come in looking confused, he pops out and attacks them with a bear hug, making them scream in delight. When released, they go to their special corner where they start to play with toys and K’uk’ulkan speaks to Zyanya briefly. 

“Where’s their mother?”

“First Lady T’Channa went shopping for lingerie and will be returning shortly.” Zyanya’s smile fades and her voice lowers. “I’m not sure if she’s doing well. She’s acting very strange.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know. She’s kind of acting the way she did before summer started. She’s short-tempered, wants nothing to do with anyone in the house. Did anything happen to her?”

Besides returning from her sex-a-thon and ruining everything Shuri had fixed? No. 

“I’ll talk to her later and see. Don’t take anything she might tell you personally. Why don’t you go relax in the lounge?”

Zyanya leaves him with an appreciative smile, and K’uk’ulkan joins his children on the floor. Miya instantly crawls into his lap while playing with some jumbo building blocks. Uuka pauses building his race track to look at his father. 

“I miss her, Baba.”

“Your mother will be coming back from the store soon.”

“No. Not her. My other mama. I don’t know her real name.”

K’uk’ulkan inhales sharply. His son isn’t looking away from him whatsoever, completely focused and serious. 

“You don’t have another mother. T’Channa is who birthed you.”

“Baba, I know that lady who stayed the summer with us wasn’t Mama. She’s Mama’s twin sister. You need to bring her back to us ASAP.”

K’uk’ulkan should’ve known Uuka would’ve figured it out. He’s a highly intelligent young man. He also knows his mother too well to be duped. 

“You know what? That sounds like a good idea. I might need to do that. Will you be alright if I take a trip to Wakanda for a few days?”

“Yeah, Baba, but only if you come back with her. What’s her name?”

“Shuri. But you can call her Mama or Naa. She definitely loves you as a mother should.” K’uk’ulkan glances around dramatically to make Uuka smile, then he brings his voice to a whisper. “Can I tell you a secret, son? One that needs to be between the two of us right now?”

Uuka nods his head enthusiastically. “You can tell me!”

“You’re going to have another little sister or brother.” 

The young boy is beaming. He adores Miya and now he’ll be able to love many more siblings, too. 

“Mama Shuri is having a baby?”

“She is. Things might be a little hard and confusing right now, mehen, but I promise Shuri is going to be a permanent part of our lives soon. There are some things I have to take care of first.”

“Well, go to Wakanda and get your girlfriend back so we can get started!”

K’uk’ulkan laughs. He kisses Miya’s head, then reaches over to squeeze Uuka’s shoulder. 

“I will.” 

After putting Miya to sleep with Zyanya now at home, T’Channa stops in her son’s room to check on him. She finds him reading a book about space that contains glow in the dark stickers on each page, casting a greenish light on his face. She smiles.

“Hi, baby. Make sure you go to sleep soon so you’re well rested in the morning.”

She can’t have him hearing what his father is going to do to her. 

“I will, Mama. I’m on the last few pages.”

T’Channa walks over to him to give his forehead a kiss. Before she can leave the room, he calls out to her.

“Mama?”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

“What kind of question is that? You’re my son. Of course, I love you.”

“Do you like me, though?” Uuka whispers, and T’Channa furrows her eyebrows. 

When you go back home, be good to Uuka and Miya! Whatever your history with K’uk’ulkan is, that isn’t their fault! They never asked to be born! If you don’t start loving those babies right, I guarantee that someone else will!

Her sister’s words echo in her mind. 

Maybe Shuri was somewhat correct. 

T’Channa does harbor some resentment towards her children due to who their father is and what he did to her. But they’re innocent. She knows that. She’s just too messed up to correct her mindset. 

“You’re an amazing young man with a super smart brain and a loving heart. Why wouldn’t I like you?”

Uuka smiles small. “Goodnight, Mama.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

T’Channa waits a moment before closing the door. Her heart has a strange feeling as does her gut, but she shakes that all away as she enters her bedroom. She can worry about that later. Right now, she needs to get sexy for K’uk’ulkan. 

She slips into a corset that’s his favorite color, jade. She wears plenty of serpent jewels on her body and waits on the bed for him, trying to decide which angle is going to entice him the most. She ends up on her back, showing off her ass and long legs as she pretends to read a random book she pulled off K’uk’ulkan’s night stand. It’s about the history of Talokan’s presidents. She has no interest in the words and scans the random photos along the way. 

Yup, K’uk’ulkan is definitely the only hot president Talokan has ever had. 

She breaks into a grin when she hears the front door closing, followed by K’uk’ulkan greeting the maid. There are footsteps up the stairs and down the hall, then the bedroom door opens. T’Channa pretends that she can’t hear it, then she’s over the moon excited when K’uk’ulkan’s hands are on her hips and he flips her over onto her back. 

Chaac, he looks so sexy in his maroon suit. She plays with his tie while his dark eyes scan her body. She arches her back slightly, making her breasts pop out. 

“Hi, iicham.”

K’uk’ulkan’s jaw clenches as his hands begin to roam her body as though he’s restraining himself from tearing into her. She moans extra loud and hot when he kneads her breasts, a familiar hunger taking over. She slides her hand down his chest and torso until she reaches his erection, stroking him over his pants as he straddles her. 

“You don’t need to behave yourself,” she purrs, wishing that he’d put his hands on her neck and start choking her. She needs her big, bad man teaching her lessons again. “I’ve been a naughty girl and deserve punishment.”

“Yes, you do,” he growls in response, and T’Channa closes her eyes with a smile, more than ready for him to take her. 

But then, K’uk’ulkan’s hands leave her tits. The rest of his body leaves her next. She sits up straight, watching in disbelief as he begins packing a suitcase.

“What are you doing!?”

“I need to go on a very important flight to meet with some diplomats. The intel is far too serious to discuss over the phone or through video calls. It needs to be done in person.”

Is he fucking serious!?

“How long are you going to be gone!? I just got back!” T’Channa quickly corrects herself when he glances at her. “We just got back from Cancun and you’re already leaving again?”

“Yes. I’m heading to the airport as soon as I pack my suitcase. It was a very last minute decision we all made.” 

T’Channa doesn’t even know what to say. She’s hurt that K’uk’ulkan won’t at least give her a quickie or why he couldn’t wait until the morning to leave her. This is all too abrupt and out of character for him to do. 

Something isn’t right. 

Her suspicions further when he leaves the room with a quick wave. No kiss goodbye. No telling her when he’ll return. 

She wanders over to the window where she watches him climb into the limousine. She has tears starting to arrive as her stomach turns sick and her heart breaks from being rejected like this.

He’s obsessed with her body. 

Even with all their issues, he’s never been able to stay away. He always told her that it belongs to him and he’s always going to do what he pleases with it. The way that he stared at her and the way that he touched her, she could tell he wanted it. 

But something made him stop. 

She begins to play with her serpent necklace. 

Is her husband cheating on her? 

“I have nothing else to say to you! Not one word! I am done!” Ramonda then goes on to say plenty more words. “Have you lost your damn mind, Shuri!? Did that penis going into you rattle your brains!? How could you spend an entire summer sleeping with your brother-in-law!? How could you do that to your sister!? And why didn’t you call me every single night!?”

Shuri’s head is throbbing as her mother drives her from the airport to her apartment. She knew she should’ve hired a taxi service instead. 

Perhaps she shouldn’t mention anything about the pregnancy for now. 

“Mama, it’s fine. It’s over with. I’m never going to see K’uk’ulkan again, T’Channa and I both got what we wanted over the summer, and life will move on.”

“You swear that it’s over?”

Shuri crosses her fingers behind her back when her mother isn’t looking. “I swear.”

“Good. Now I am still very upset with you, but I do have to say that it was nice being the envy of all my friends.”

Shuri scrunches her face. “What do you mean?” 

“Whenever they’d ask me if that was my daughter in all those pictures going around with the attractive president, I proudly told them yes!” 

“And did any of them happen to look into it and learn about T’Channa and how you gave up one of your daughters at birth?” 

Ramonda sticks up her nose. “That isn’t any of their business. I just told them it’s your Talokan name.”

Shuri snorts. “Mother, T’Channa is very much a Wakandan name.”

“I said what I said! You need to stop arguing with your mother and start planning on what you’re going to teach your students! Your semester begins tomorrow and you should be grateful the Dean of Students allowed you extra time away when all of the other professors have been prepping for weeks!”

“I know, I know, I know. I work well under pressure and it’s something I’ve been doing for years. It’ll be no big deal.” Shuri shifts uncomfortably in her seat when her morning sickness kicks in. “Mama… Do you have anything for nausea? That flight was horrible.”

“Oh, so now you suddenly need your mother, eh?” 

The first day of classes is always such a bore for Shuri. All she does is go over the syllabus and then squeeze in a quick lecture if there’s time. Most of her students have their textbooks in front of them that they picked up weeks ago when the email of what to get went out while she was in Talokan. 

“If you guys turn to the next page, you’ll see the diagrams we’ll be referring to a lot during this semester. These are the foundations of biochemistry.”

Shuri despises lecture days out of the week and always has, but teaching with K’uk’ulkan on her mind makes it even worse. 

Shuri wishes it were Thursday so she could have her hands busy in the lab with her students instead of standing behind a podium. 

She can tell the students aren’t too thrilled, either. 

“As you can see in Figure 1.5, the blueprint for life is housed in DNA. The–“

She closes her mouth and turns her head to the right when the classroom door opens. Her laser pointer falls to the floor as President Almehen enters with one of his bodyguards. 

Her Wakandan students don’t seem to know he’s the political ruler of Talokan. 

“H-Hello…” She didn’t think that she’d be seeing him this soon. She feels a heartbeat in two different places.  

K’uk’ulkan gestures at her. “Please resume your lesson, Professor. You’re quite the orator. Great things come from your mouth.”

Shuri’s at a loss for words as the president cracks a grin at her before taking one of the empty seats in the front row. She can see one of her students making a face at him and telling his friend,

“Yo, whose man is this?”

“Is he your boyfriend, Professor Udaku!?”

“I didn’t know she likes older men. She’s just like me.”

Shuri clears her throat and does her best to continue explaining about DNA and its functions, but K’uk’ulkan’s heated gaze on her as her stumbling and fumbling until she has to end the lesson subtly by transitioning to a preview of Thursday. 

“When we see each other again, we’ll be exploring strands of animal and plant DNA underneath a microscope. It’s going to be very exciting.”

K’uk’ulkan’s hand shoots up. Shuri reluctantly calls on him. 

“Y-Yes, President Almehen?”

There are some murmurs around the room. Someone proudly proclaims, 

“I knew I’d seen that dude somewhere! He’s the President of Talokan!”

“What the hell is Talokan?”

“Some third world country, bro. Professor Udaku’s been fucking with him all summer.”

Shuri hides behind her hands, mumbling. “Good Bast…”

“On the contrary,” K’uk’ulkan explains as he stands up. All eyes are on him now, enraptured by the powerful speaker that he is. “Takokan is not a third world country despite what the media wants you to believe. We are highly advanced and thriving. While I’m here in Wakanda, I wish to visit your king and discuss a potential alliance so I may share some of our incredible technology with you all.”

Shuri is dumbfounded as K’uk’ulkan suddenly takes over her entire classroom. The students are so interested in what he has to say and asking so many questions. Shuri keeps smiling in awe of him. What a charismatic man. She knows the women here and some of the men are going to leave this room with a new crush. 

She glances at the clock and brings the attention back to herself by clapping her hands. 

“Alright, we got most of the boring and necessary stuff out of the way. Thursday is when the real fun begins. Don’t forget we’re meeting in the lab.” 

Her students are all smiles as they leave the room, some of them giving her sneaky and cheeky glances at the way the professor and the president stare at one another. As soon as the last student is gone, the bodyguard stands protectively outside the door. Shuri crosses her arms and leans her back against the podium.

“We’ve only been apart for two days, President Almehen.”

“Can you blame me?” He strides towards her, pulling her into him, kissing along the column of her throat. Her head falls back and she’s staring weakly at the ceiling. “I missed you, my princess.”

Her body has an instant reaction to him, where everything aches and becomes insanely needy. A gasp drips from her mouth when he clutches her ass underneath her dress. He did say he was going to fuck her on her desk at some point.

“Mm, K’uk’ulkan? Can you wait until after my last class? I’m already on thin ice.”

He kisses her lips hard and forces himself to back away from her, rubbing his bearded chin. “Forgive me, Shuri. You do something to me that nobody else can. When’s your lunch break?”

“I usually take it around noon when I have a two hour break.”

“I’ll return then with something for you. I’m going on a tour around the campus with the dean to explore this university and get ideas on what I’d like the one you’re getting built in Talokan to look like. Enjoy your next class, Professor Udaku.”

His wink makes her weak in the knees.

The lesson she teaches her next group of students goes by painfully slow as she can’t wait to see her man again. When all of the students are gone and the door opens, her excitement turns to slight disappointment when it’s only the technological science professor, Riri Williams. 

“Girl, how long have you been fucking the president of Talokan!?”

“Who told you that!?”

“Ya just did!” Riri laughs while Shuri groans. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about him! How’d the two of you meet?”

“It’s complicated…”

“I got time.”

Shuri exhales, knowing she’ll never get rid of her curious friend if she doesn’t tell her something. 

“Mama gave me info about my long lost twin sister, I met her, she asked to trade lives for the summer. That’s it.”

Riri gapes at her. “That is not it! You just got back from Talokan yesterday and that man already flew out to see you! Your sneaky link showed up to your place of employment! That man is down bad and in love!”

The two women giggle and before Shuri can get into the details, K’uk’ulkan walks in with a large bouquet and a bag of food. He leaves the bag on the desk and holds the flowers as he smiles at Riri.

“Who’s your friend?”

“She’s Professor Williams. She teaches technological science.”

K’uk’ulkan pulls a single red rose out of the bouquet and offers it to Riri, who looks like she’s falling in love, too.

“For you, Professor Williams. Always a pleasure to meet a companion of my Shuri.”

“Oh, my Shuri, huh? You two make me sick,” Riri teases, then whispers to her friend. “Tell me everything later tonight. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Riri hurries out the door, and K’uk’ulkan and Shuri are finally alone again. She brings him towards her by yanking on his tie, then she sucks his lower lip into her mouth, making him groan softly. She cups his handsome face as they study each other.

“We have a few hours together. I think it’s time you tell me the whole truth about your marriage, from the beginning to now.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” 

“I don’t know if I can keep this relationship going if I never understand. Please, tell me.” She holds his hands tightly. “Tell me everything and I promise to listen with no biases. All you have to give me is the truth.”

K’uk’ulkan presses his forehead against hers. “Alright, Princess. Let’s have a seat and I’ll tell you our story, starting from ten years ago.”

Chapter Text

K’uk’ulkan arrives in the same place, same time as yesterday, awaiting T’Channa. When nearly an hour passes by and there’s no sign of her, he decides that she most likely has changed her mind. 

It’s probably for the best. 

He shouldn’t be taking the virginity of an eighteen-year-old. What he needs to be doing is campaigning to get on the council. 

But as soon as he stands up, T’Channa appears with nothing on her body except for a beige towel. 

“I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

T’Channa waits in front of him, clutching the knot that’s keeping the towel together. She’s not the same way she was yesterday. Gone is her sexual confidence of a mature young woman, replaced by a frightened and nervous girl. 

K’uk’ulkan rises, and his hands hesitantly go towards her waist to hold her. She allows him to do so. 

“If you want to change your mind, it’s alright. I’m not going to force you to do something you suggested in the first place. I’d rather you be comfortable and ready with the right man at the right time.”

“No. No, no, no. I want to. I want this. I want you.” T’Channa undoes the knot, letting the towel fall to her feet. K’uk’ulkan breathes in sharply as he takes her in. It’s not the first time seeing her naked, but there’s something about her size that turns him on more than curvier women have. Maybe it’s knowing such a fragile thing trusts him with handling that small body. “I’m afraid that it’s going to hurt, though.”

“I’ll take good care of you,” K’uk’ulkan whispers, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. He smiles when she does, those amber irises of hers so soft. “I promise.”

“Okay, councilman,” she whispers back, and she keeps her gaze on him as he sinks to his knees. He presses one kiss against her mound, making her giggle, then he spreads out the towel. 

“Lie on your back for me, beautiful. Let’s talk.” 

“Talk?”

K’uk’ulkan rubs the towel, encouraging her to listen to him. She eventually lowers herself, and he curls up beside her, his chin propped up by one hand and another on her gorgeous face. 

“Tell me something about yourself, T’Channa. Anything at all.” 

“K’uk’ulkan,” she tells him, half scolding, half sweetly. “You’re here to take my V-card, and you want to make small talk?”

“I want to make you comfortable. I want your body to welcome me.”

Light catches in her eyes. He’s breathless for a moment as he stares into him. Her irises are on fire, beckoning him, warning him that he’ll be burnt and destroyed if he dares to stay. 

“You act like this is going to be a permanent thing between us.”

“Do you think I’m going to fuck you once and disappear? Because I guarantee one time with me won’t be enough for you.” 

T’Channa’s tongue sneaks out, licking her lower lip. “Your confidence is sexy. But I need you to be real. You’re you, a rich politician, and I’m a poor village girl. I’m not the kind of woman your type marries.”

“And what exactly do you know about my type?”

“I might’ve looked you up last night. Saw some… interesting photos of you with your old girlfriends. Busty models with nice asses. They all looked like each other. None of them looked like me.”

K’uk’ulkan grins, knowing she cared enough to do some research on him. She’s more interested in him than she lets on. 

“Exactly. You’re different from the rest.” K’uk’ulkan lowers his hand from her cheek, to her neck, then to her breast. He squeezes it tight, making her whimper and squirm. “You remember how it felt when I sucked on them yesterday, don’t you?”

Her back arches off the towel, giving more of herself to him. He puts his weight on her, lying on top, kneading and massaging both breasts now. 

“Y-Yes… How could I forget…”

Yes, he’s used to breasts so large that flesh spills out in between his fingers when doing something like this. But there’s something very sexy about seeing T’Channa’s disappear underneath his hands, and being able to swallow one entirely into his mouth. 

“I stroked myself thinking about it. About your body. About you… The goddess I discovered in the river. It was like something out of my wildest fantasy. Extremely beautiful. Extremely horny. Choosing me, of all men, to soothe your aches…”

T’Channa is visibly aroused now. K’uk’ulkan can feel the heat of her cunt grinding up against him as her slender legs wrap around him nice and tight. She pulls his head down to give him a kiss, one that’s wet and hot and desperate, her tongue stroking the insides of his mouth until her head drops, out of breath and panting. 

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. So fucking perfect. I knew when I saw you enter my village that I needed you. Need you to kiss me. To make love to me. Oh, Chaac…” T’Channa gasps and squirms again as his erection throbs against her. “Oh, Councilman… You’re so thick and so hard and so big… It’s making me dizzy…”

“I’ll go slow and easy on you, pretty girl. But let’s not talk about that until we’re there.” K’uk’ulkan glides his hand down her body, shivers on his skin when he feels the heat of her pussy radiating onto his fingers. He gently rubs her lips there, closing his eyes briefly while groaning. “Channie… You’re so wet, sweetheart. Are you aching?”

Her nails dig into his biceps. “Chaac, yes…” 

“That’s what creates all this wetness. It’s your arousal. A natural lubricant… I love the taste of it.” K’uk’ulkan meets her gaze, finding her caught in a mixture of lust and fear. Still nervous. He presses his thumb against her clit and she’s whimpering. 

“It feels too funny, K’uk’ulkan…”

“You’ve masturbated, haven’t you? Can’t imagine a young woman as hyper sexual as you haven't touched yourself before.”

“Mm… Mmhm…” She’s sighing now, starting to understand how good it feels to have this special button played with. “I haven’t … touched right there, though. I don’t even stick my fingers inside. I just pump them against my lips as fast as I can, and then I think what I have is an orgasm. It takes the ache away, at least, and it feels really good.”

“Show me.”

T’Channa blinks through the sweat breaking out on her face. “What?”

“Show me how you touch yourself,” he instructs, rolling off of her and onto his side. “I want to see what brings you pleasure.”

“Oh, Kuk…”

“Don’t act shy now, Princess. You had your sexy little naked ass on top of me. I think you’re more than capable of masturbating in front of me.”

Her lips gradually curve into a smirk as she places a finger on either side of her labia. K’uk’ulkan moves and kneels in between her legs, gazing at her pussy. 

“The more I think about it, the naughtier this all is. You’re nearly 40. I’m only 18. I could literally be your daughter.” 

“Call me táatah, then,” he murmurs, his cock now painfully hard. He can’t wait to fuck the shit out of her. “Touch yourself.”

When she starts pumping against her labia, he smiles seeing that her clit is being tapped on, too. She just never realized it. His eyes leave that beautiful pussy to focus on her expressions as she approaches her orgasm. Her arm is moving frantically while her lips open wide, soft moans falling out of it. 

“Does this look right, táatah?”

“You look beautiful, baby. Keep going.”

How fascinating that it doesn’t take much to please her. Not a single finger enters, everything remains on the outside, applying pressure to her lips and clit. A few minutes later and her hips lift off the towel as she has a small orgasm. K’uk’ulkan goes in to kiss her, sucking on her lower lip.

“What’s your favorite fruit, Channie?”

“You’re the first person to give me that name,” T’Channa sighs, wrapping her arms around him. “And mangoes. You?”

“Coconuts, if they count. Do you like being called that?” 

“Try whispering it in my ear and I’ll let you know.”

K’uk’ulkan nudges her cheek with his nose, making her turn her head to the side and her ear to become exposed. 

“Put your fingers in my mouth, Channie ,” he whispers, and she whimpers. “Let me taste you.” 

The fingers she used to touch herself with slide through his lips. He groans as he sucks and licks her arousal off her flesh. 

“Need more,” he manages to get out with her fingers still inside. He needs it from the source. “Need more of you, Channie.”

“Okay,” she breathes out, and he descends, kissing and sucking on her skin on his journey to where she needs him the most. Her legs open like a flower, trembling against his broad shoulders as they glance at one another. 

“If at any point this makes you uncomfortable, tell me. But I think you’re going to enjoy it.”

She stretches her hand down, palming the left side of his face. He leans into it, kissing her wrist. This feels way too romantic and intimate to mean nothing at all. 

“I trust you.”

K’uk’ulkan gives her just one lick and mutters a curse. She tastes like heaven and is so clean, so untouched. He continues lapping at her, listening to her sweet noises that are muffled by her thighs against his ears. She’s a gusher, trickling onto his tongue, which he swallows with a satisfied moan. 

“ Fuck… You feel so good…”

He’s unable to stop, licking, kissing, slurping. He wants to tell her everything that he’s thinking: how delicious she is, how he loves this power he has over her, how much he wants to eat this new delicacy every single day… 

Her legs lock him in, and her hands finally grip the back of his head. That’s a good girl. Using him. 

“I’ve never… I’ve never had anything inside me before…Your tongue… Oh, K’uk’ulkan…” T’Channa’s breathing gets heavier, and she’s starting to grind herself against his face. “Right there… Keep doing that…”

He thrusts his tongue in and out of the spot that’s making her cry like this, feeling pre-cum dripping out of his tip while he devours her. She’s going to feel so fucking amazing to be inside of. 

He wraps his lips around her clit and sucks hard. She’s untamed beneath him, going wild, humping his face and damn near close to pulling his hair out. The pain turns him on more.

“P-Please… Fuck me, táatah!” 

He rises, his hair and beard a complete mess, his face glistening from her juices. He’s taking off his suit in a hurry while they kiss each other. 

“I don’t taste so bad,” she says in between their loving smooches, causing him to laugh and their noses to scrunch at the same time. 

“No. You taste delicious.”

He ends up as naked as her, standing in front of her while she’s propped up on her knees. Her eyes are glued to his cock, a hand clutching her heart as thought the sight of it is making her ache. 

“I’ve never sucked a dick before… Is it okay if I lick it for now? I promise I’ll get better.” She tilts her head curiously when he’s laughing again. “What?”

“Making a promise like that gives me the impression we’ll be meeting again after this.” He cups her cheek while stroking himself. Her gaze follows his movement, hypnotized by it. Her pussy has to be soaked worse by now. “I don’t expect you to blow me at any given time, although I wouldn’t mind being sucked to sleep on occasion. That is… if you’re going to be there to wake up in the morning. Stick your tongue out.”

As soon as it’s flat and long for him, K’uk’ulkan slaps his cock against it. Her eyes dilate further, a sparkle in them when she gets a taste of him for the first time. 

“You look so hot on your knees and with your mouth open like this. How do I taste?”

She wraps one of her small hands around his base, shooing his own away. She licks circles around the head, stimulating him while jerking him off. Her big, beautiful eyes never leave him as he’s melting in her warm mouth. 

“Don’t make me fall in love with you, Channie.”

She gives him one good suck that his head dipping back before she pops him out. She’s still stroking him when he gains his senses enough to look down at her. 

“Would that be so bad?” she whispers, and he shakes his head with a smile. 

“No. It wouldn’t. I’m going to let you sink yourself on top of me. Ease yourself on it. Nice and slow.”

K’uk’ulkan sits and holds his arms out for her. T’Channa uses his biceps as a balance as she straddles him, her pussy hovering right above the tip. T’Channa cries as she gets those first inches in, releasing a high-pitched whine. 

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

“Breathe, beautiful. Keep breathing through it. You don’t have to go any lower.”

He means it, too. His cock head is already drenched from her, sucked in tight to her heat. Bouncing her lightly from here would be enough for him. 

But it would not be enough for her. 

She came here to lose her innocence. 

So he adds,

“Until you’re ready.”

T’Channa lifts herself and eases her way back down again, going by a fit further. K’uk’ulkan squeezes her hips tightly, gauging her reaction despite his inner demons begging him to fuck her. 

“ Ohh… ”

“That’s it, baby. Keep trying.”

T’Channa looks at him through clouded eyes upon being called his baby. She goes in for another kiss, locking their lips together as she slides out and in once more. There’s a small amount of blood he can see tricking out of her when he glances down to watch his cock disappearing and reappearing. 

She sees it, too. 

Her lip quivers as she becomes fully seated on his cock, buried impossibly deep and to the hilt.

“Is that normal?”

“I don’t know,” he admits to her, caressing her back. “I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before. The women I’ve been with were experienced.”

“So I’m your first something?” she asks so innocently, her eyes full of hope. Her velvety walls squeeze and massage his cock, whispering for him to get started.

“Yes. And who knows…” K’uk’ulkan bounces her on him exactly once, watching her grin wickedly now that pain is gradually turning into pleasure. “There’s a chance you might be my last. Did you like what I just did to you?”

She nods, her pussy so hot, wet, and clinging desperately to him. 

“Would you like me to keep doing it?”

“Would it be okay to try my own speed at first?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

She’s so, so wet that he can feel the squish of her messy cunt against his pelvis that she soaks. She arches her hips up to grind her clit against him, stirring his cock inside her. 

He’s speechless, watching her bite her lip and cup her tits, pinching her nipples as she continues to work herself on him and ride him. All he does is hold her hips, supporting her as she uses his cock to get herself off. What a beautiful sight it is, witnessing her lose herself, seeing all previous shyness dissipate and that pleasure-hungry vixen from yesterday returning.

Her moans rise, growing louder until she makes herself cum. Her back arches and her cunt squeezes around him as she takes him onto the towel with her. He’s on top once more, eagerly fucking her through her high she had so beautiful given herself. She cries his name into the jungle, an intoxicating sound that he commits to his memory so he can replay it over and over and over again while on his lonely campaign trail, along with the sound of this precious virgin creaming on his cock for the very first time. 

He snaps his hips against her drooling cunt, reaching out to mindlessly wrap around her throat, using the leverage to fuck her even harder.

“Okay?” is all he can manage to get out, and she whimpers,

“Yes, táatah. ”

The sound of skin slapping together resonates throughout the jungle, mixed with the slick sounds of her pussy and their shameless cries of pleasure.

His teeth are gritted, jaw clenched. He can’t take his eyes off her. She’s so fucking perfect drenched in sweat and shaking endlessly.

He’s not sure if she’s coming again and again or if she never really stopped. It doesn’t matter. All he cares about is that he’s making her feel good, giving her exactly what she wants.

As he reaches his own high, he pulls out at the last minute, soaking her breasts and torso with his creamy white release. T’Channa lifts her head, staring down at her tits through all her exhaustion. She swipes some of his cum off with her fingertip and tastes it, swallowing it down. 

“I wouldn’t mind this going down my throat next time.”

Chaac. 

Next time, next time, next time…

K’uk’ulkan swoops her up abruptly, making her giggle. She’s giving him such loving eyes as he lowers her into the river, where he cleanses her oversensitive area gently. 

“I’ll be spending the next few days in Xuchatl campaigning. Come and find me. If not, I hope I lived up to your expectations, Miss T’Channa.”

“Thank you.” She rubs the tip of her nose against his. “You were everything. You are everything.”

T’Channa doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing.

She took Baba’s car without his permission to drive a few towns over to Xuchatl. She has no idea where K’uk’ulkan would be doing his campaigning. The college? City Hall? Is he going door to door like a religious missionary? 

Feeling stupid for coming to this huge town with nowhere to go, T’Channa parks in front of a friendly-looking restaurant and goes inside. She sits alone at a booth and makes a face as she studies the menu. She’s so used to eating whatever her father kills and cooks, or raw fruits and vegetables that grow within the village. All organic and natural. This food looks greasy and artificial. 

“I’ll just take a glass of water. Thanks.” 

“Channie, a sandwich and fries wouldn’t kill you.” 

Her heart races fast, and she whips her head to the side, breaking out into a grin as the politician sits across from her, their legs now touching underneath the table. 

“K’uk’ulkan! What are you doing here!?”

“I told you that I was campaigning in Xuchatl.” 

“Yeah, but what does a greasy restaurant have to do with that?” 

K’uk’ulkan searches her with those dark brown eyes of his. His gaze does unspeakable things to her body. 

“I might’ve seen a pretty young thing entering this restaurant while I was across the street printing more flyers. Had to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me.” His smile turns into a smirk. “Did you come to Xuchatl looking for me, Channie?” 

The waitress comes by, placing the glass of water in front of her. She gestures to it. 

“Nope. Came for some fresh lemon water. Yum.” 

K’uk’ulkan looks up at the waitress. “Two tortas de asada. Everything on it.” 

T’Channa shakes her head at him while he smiles cheekily. “Are you trying to turn this into a date, sir?” 

He suddenly abandons his side of the booth and slides up against her, putting an arm around her. She both hates and loves how protected it makes her feel. She shouldn’t be messing around with an older man, no matter how hot he is. It makes it worse that he’s a politician. She’s never heard anything good about them. 

“I want to get to know you, Channie.” He massages her shoulder, which causes her to melt against him, her cheek against his chest. He smells amazing. “For starters, how does a woman with no Talokanil in her spend her entire life in a Talokan village?” 

“How do you know I don’t have any in me, aside from you yesterday?” 

He flashes his teeth at her. He loves her naughty side. She knows he’s a big freak, too. 

“I spoke with your father before I met you the first time. He was a bit drunk and wasn’t making any sense. I gathered he moved you here from somewhere else.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I don’t know much about that. My birth mother died, and he left his home country to come here. He built a hut in that village because he had a lot of girlfriends living there. That’s where I grew up, and I never left. So…Excuse me for not being too comfortable in this town. I don’t get out often.” 

“Yet you own pretty dresses like this one?” K’uk’ulkan asks quietly, playing with the ends of her tight brown dress. 

“Please. It’s so basic.” 

“Hm. I think it looks very nice, but it would look even better on the floor of my hotel room.”

T’Channa laughs loudly, but K’uk’ulkan remains very, very serious. She takes a quick sip of water before meeting his intense gaze again. 

“You’re smooth as shit, madala. I’ll give you that.” 

“ Madala? ”

“Oh. It’s a term of endearment for old man. ”

K’uk’ulkan’s jaw drops, and she can’t help but laugh at how offended he pretends to be. “Ma’am, I’m 38 years old. That’s nowhere close to being an old man.” His hand drops to her thigh, gently stroking it. “Teach me more words, though. You’ve caught my interest.” 

“There are so many. Can you narrow it down?” 

A sunray just so happens to flood through the blinds as clouds shift in the sky, illuminating her face. K’uk’ulkan’s lips part, and he’s silent for a moment before whispering, 

“What’s the word for sun?”

“ Ilanga .” 

“ Ilanga ,” he repeats. It sounds so good coming from him, just like everything else. “Perfect.” 

T’Channa throws her arms back on the mattress, smiling with sheer delight as K’uk’ulkan licks her ankle. Her left leg is on his shoulder after a long foot massage. His tongue reaches her inner thigh, and then he pauses, causing her to glance down at that devilish expression. 

“Please keep going…”

“Close your eyes, my ilanga. I’ll be right back.”

With a gentle sigh, she shuts her eyelids and awaits her lover’s return. This mattress feels so plush, and this room is bigger than her father’s entire hut. She’s never been in a hotel before, but with the way her body is sinking into the bed and the way she’s been spoiled by K’uk’ulkan since arriving here, a girl could get used to this lifestyle. She had a professional massage done on the roof, made out in the pool with K’uk’ulkan, had sex in the shower, was given room-service dinner and cherry wine, and now she’s waiting for her nightcap. 

She listens to the hotel room door opening and closing, then opening again a few minutes later. 

She feels something cold being pressed to her lips. She opens her mouth, letting him feed her whatever he wants. 

It's an ice cube. 

It melts in her mouth and then another one is being traced along her jawline, down her throat, along her collarbone, and on her nipple. She jolts and gasps as it leaves a sensitive wet trail along her breasts. K’uk’ulkan gropes her tits and kneads them. 

“What a good girl you are, T’Channa, lying here and taking it. Let’s see how much more you can handle.”

Oh, yes. 

Yes, yes, yes. 

She wants to be his good girl. She wants to be his only girl. She wants to keep getting spoiled, keep sleeping in hotels, keep getting pounded through the mattress. 

She opens her eyes, watching him pop an ice cube in his mouth and give her a menacing stare as he moves down her body, groping her all the way until he ends up in between her spread thighs. 

He presses his cold lips against her mound, working his way down to her clit as he uses his tongue to rub the ice cube over her sensitive flesh. Her back arches and she cries out,

“Oh fuck !”

He just laughs darkly from between her legs, his arms wrapped around her thighs as he opens her up further, the cool water and his tongue starting to soothe her aching pussy. Soon the ice cube is gone but his tongue is still working its magic on her, soothing her until she’s writhing beneath him, her fingers back in his hair as his hot tongue makes her juices start to flow.

“ K’uk’ulkan… Ah…” She covers her face with one hand while the other limply remains in his hair. What can she say that’s going to make him choose her? Something that’s going to make him take her seriously? “There’s something I want to tell you.”

He props himself up on his elbows and grins at her, her juices slick on his beard.

“I’m listening.”

“Don’t pull out this time. I want everything inside me. All of it.” Her breath hitches seeing that his face has darkened with unfathomable lust. “It’s okay if you make me a mother… If you put a baby in me… I can keep secrets. I just don’t want this to end.”

“Channie… You’re eighteen years old. You don’t want to give your youth to me and a baby. You’re so sexy, young, and free. Live your life before you make a decision so permanent.” 

She begins to cry genuine tears. 

Not only is he her way out of the village, but she knows she’s never going to want anyone else. K’uk’ulkan Almehen is the perfect man. Mature, successful, and making love with him is pure ecstasy. She can’t lose him. She won’t. 

“It’s what I want, K’uk’ulkan. I know there’s nobody for me but you. Please, please… Don’t pull out.” 

The softening of his eyes tells her that he wants that, too, despite the agony in his voice.

“T’Channa… I don’t want you to fuck me up, Princess. If I impregnate you, I have no choice but to marry you. If I marry you, I can never divorce you. My religion won’t allow it. So that means if you become my wife, you’re mine forever. I’d be more than happy with that fact if I knew you’d never hurt me, but you’re so fucking young, baby. Young people are fickle, always changing their minds. I don’t want to trap you and have you resent me someday.”

“So you’re not giving me a chance?” she whimpers, the tears unable to stop, and it’s so embarrassing. It makes it worse that he’s being so damn sweet. “You don’t even want to see what might happen if we end up working out? I’m just some fling while you’re on this side of Talokan?”

“Fuck…” He hangs his head for a moment, and she knows he’s staring right at her pussy. After a minute or so, he lifts his head. His voice comes out dark, rough, startling her as much as it arouses her. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to put a baby in you.” 

“I want you to put a baby in me,” she tells him firmly, truthfully, with conviction. She can see his walls crumbling down as she does. “Make me yours. Permanently. Now tell me what you want.” 

“My sweet T’Channa, I want to feel your body beneath mine, writhing in pleasure as I worship that beautiful pussy of yours.” He kisses her wet folds and moves up to squeeze her breasts and kiss her lips, playing with her tongue briefly. “Worshipping these delicious tits and your amazing mouth… I won’t pull out tonight, baby. But understand that means starting tonight, you’re mine, now and forever.”

The gentle nudge of his thick cock at her soaked entrance is paired with his lips meeting hers again, his tongue pushing into her mouth as his cock slides into her pussy, stretching her slowly as his hips work against hers, their kiss ebbing away as he starts to rock his pelvis. 

Propping himself up on his muscular arms, K’uk’ulkan gazes down at T’Channa as she lies beneath him, her lips slightly parted as she lets out a little noise each time he thrusts into her. Her arms are wrapped around his torso, her nails gently raking against his back as he fills her so deliciously, and soon her body is climbing, the tremors within her velvet walls pulsing against his shaft.

“More... please...”

With a low growl he shifts, hooking one of her legs over his arm to open her up, and he starts to thrust harder, sliding his cock deep into her with each push until he’s fucking her hard, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting mingling with their breathy moans as they both climb higher to the final peak, their orgasms meeting at the same point when they finally come together. He empties himself into her womb, shuddering at the way she milks him. T’Channa cries tears of joy, wrapping her legs around him, wanting to soak up every last drop of his release. 

He rests his forehead against hers, waiting for her pulse to return to normal. 

“Be good to me, and I’ll give you the world, T’Channa.”

After receiving T’Chaka’s permission to marry T’Channa without any objections, K’uk’ulkan couldn’t wife her up quick enough. They have a beautiful outdoor wedding within the village, with his mother and cousin Namora present for it. 

During the reception, when K’uk’ulkan gets up to fill his biodegradable cup with water, his mother approaches him, putting away the hanky she was coughing into earlier. 

“Naa, I’m so grateful you could be here for this, and for allowing me to give her your beloved bracelet.” 

Fen glances at her new daughter-in-law suspiciously. T’Channa is dancing innocently with some of her village friends. 

“Ch’ah, I’m not so sure about her. She’s awfully young. I also suspect that the only reason you married her is because she’s pregnant, isn’t she?” 

How does his mother seem to know everything? 

“Keep that to yourself for now. We haven’t told anyone yet. But that’s not the reason why I made her my wife. We discussed marriage before she became pregnant. C’mon, Naa. I’ve waited nearly 40 years to take a wife. You think I’d recklessly choose one now?” 

Fen holds his hand. “I just don’t want to see my only child get hurt, mehen. That’s all. You love and trust people far too easily.”

“Then love and trust me enough that I made the right decision.” K’uk’ulkan kisses her on the cheek. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to dance with my wife.”

He leaves his concerned mother behind to gather T’Channa in his arms. She looks so elegant and stunning in her wedding dress and tiara, a real princess. 

“Hello, Mrs. Almehen.”

“Hello, Mr. Almehen,” she replies, just as flirtatiously. “Or should I say, my official councilman?”

K’uk’ulkan smiles in between their sweet kisses, swaying her in his strong arms. As much as his mother believes that T’Channa is using him, K’uk’ulkan has also found their marriage to help his position, too. The voters saw images of them circulating on social media and their little dates around various areas of Talokan. They fell in love with the idea of a romantic and very much in love man on the council, knowing that he cares about women and appears down to earth, falling for this mysterious villager. 

Their relationship gets good press, he gets good pussy, and he married a beautiful, sweet young woman who is going to give him plenty of children and love him until death. Channie, in return, gets good dick and everything she asks for. 

It’s all so perfect. 

“I love you, atan.”

“I love you, iicham.” 

T’Channa smiles as she stands in the living room of their brand new home. It’s spacious, air-conditioned, and far away from the jungle. To her, that’s perfection. 

K’uk’ulkan hugs her from behind, keeping his hands on her growing belly and his chin on her shoulder. 

“I’ll get you a better place some day, my love. I promise. I hope it’s a good home to raise our son in for now.”

“Oh, K’uk’ulkan, I love it. Thank you for this and everything you do for our family.” T’Channa throws her head back, angling it to give him a kiss. 

“You’re welcome, but don’t be so humble, Ilanga. What else would make this place an improvement?”

“Hmm…It’s kind of hard to do in suburbia, but I would love to have a farm someday.”

“A farm?”

“Yeah. Goats, horses, cows, chickens, pigs, sheep … two of each so they’re not lonely. And we’ll never eat them. They’re our pets.”

K’uk’ulkan spins her around to face him, then he’s holding onto her cheeks, granting her so many kisses all over that all she can do is smile and take it. 

“If my baby wants a farm, that’s what she’ll get someday. And now I know what to paint in the nursery.”

K’uk’ulkan comes inside his wife after giving his final thrust into her pussy, watching her ass jiggle against him when he does. His head lowers, and he takes his time licking the salt off her back and nipping at her hips before spanking her.

“Now get out of here so I can finish painting Uuka’s mural, horny girl.”

T’Channa groans in delight when he drags himself out of her. She collapses onto her side, looking like a goddess as she rubs her round belly while his semen leaks out of her cunt. 

“I hope our farm looks just like that. Are those all of his friends running around in the field?”

K’uk’ulkan glances at the multiple children he added in the background, all of whom have skin a shade somewhere in between their mother and father. 

“They’re our children, Channie. I know we haven’t discussed it, but I want a large family. I only had my mother and cousin growing up. I want Uuka to experience something else. I want extra-long tables in the kitchen, and so much love that it takes away all the pain.”

“And you’re expecting me to birth all of them!?”

“Who else, atan?”

She makes a face as she counts the multiple children. “Tell you what… We’ll see how giving birth to Uuka goes, then we can make a decision.”

“That’s fair, Princess. You are the one doing all the work. I’m just the one who fucks you stupid.”

At the mention of it, T’Channa spreads her legs again. 

She lost so much blood that she was given an emergency transfusion to save her life. 

K’uk’ulkan is in tears as he watches his wife still unconscious on the hospital bed. Uuka is crying in his arms, the newborn so desperate for his mother’s milk and warmth that he can’t receive. A nurse comes in eventually, providing a tiny bottle with formula inside. Only a small relief takes over K’uk’ulkan as he’s finally able to feed his baby boy.

“Please tell me that my wife is going to survive this.”

“We caught the tear right on time. Otherwise, she would’ve had a hysterectomy and lost her uterus. She should wake up after the anesthesia wears off, but she’s going to be in recovery for an extensive amount of time.”

K’uk’ulkan holds it together long enough for the nurse to leave the room. He begins to weep as he moves his chair closer to his wife whilst balancing his son in his arms. These are the times he wishes T’Channa had her mother in her life, or his wasn’t so sickly. She needs the love and care of someone maternal, but he’s going to do his best as her husband. 

Sometime later, when her eyes open, she croaks out her request before K’uk’ulkan can speak first.

“No more babies, K’uk’ulkan. Uuka will be our only one.”

“Oh, atan. I wouldn’t dream of putting you through this again.”

The first few months are difficult, but with K’uk’ulkan being such a loving and attentive husband, T’Channa is hopeful. It also helps to have so many visitors when she isn’t feeling too overwhelmed. Even her baba drops by often to hold Uuka while she naps with her husband. 

The one visitor she isn’t too sure about, though, is K’uk’ulkan’s bodyguard and friend, Attuma. With her husband quickly gaining notoriety and rising through the ranks of the council, it was advised he hire some kind of protection to keep him safe while out and about. He’s not an unknown politician anymore. In fact, people have been talking about K’uk’ulkan running for president in eight years when he’s eligible. He’s as amazing as T’Channa knew he’d be. 

But while K’uk’ulkan is having a phone conversation, and T’Channa breastfeeds Uuka with her top completely off, she notices Attuma watching her rather intently, his eyes on her free breast that’s leaking from her nipple. Attuma so boldly licks his lips, and a familiar ache shoots to her core. 

She’s been cleared for sex after so long without it and she’s incredibly horny. That’s all that is.

But that’s not what K’uk’ulkan thinks. As soon as he hangs up the phone, he shoves Attuma against a wall, and T’Channa screams at the abruptness of it all. 

“Why the fuck are you staring at my wife’s tits!?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t be fucking stupid! I can practically see the drool still on your chin! Something turning you on about watching the mother of my child nurture our son!?”

“K’uk’ulkan–“

He holds up a finger, demanding silence from her. She closes her mouth, never seeing him this aggressive before. 

The ache worsens.

“I… I wasn’t trying to look, but I’m a man. I see boobs and I have to look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

K’uk’ulkan laughs hysterically, causing T’Channa’s and Attuma’s eyes to widen. 

“Oh, my friend, you haven’t even seen them at their best when they’re engorged from all the milk building up and she’s in so much pain that she needs assistance sucking it out of her.”

“K’uk’ulkan!” She can feel her face burning up, hearing him discuss something so personal. He’s never like this. “Why would you tell him that!?”

“I bet you’re hard as fuck thinking about that, aren’t you?” K’uk’ulkan whispers menacingly, darkly, and when he punches the wall by Attuma’s head and makes a hole, Uuka starts to cry. “You’re done for the day. Let this be your final warning to keep your eyes off my wife unless you have a death wish.”

“Y-yes, sir!” Attuma quickly gathers his things, leaving the small family alone together. Shuri’s quiet, trying to get Uuka to relatch while K’uk’ulkan runs a hand down his face. 

“You can’t do that in front of people anymore. When we have guests over, you have to go to another room.”

Shuri doesn’t say anything, confused by how frightened he made her and how his aggression and possessiveness also turn her on. 

Seeing that Uuka might be full and just fussy from being tired, she brings him to his beautiful nursery, burping him and swaying him until the precious boy falls asleep. She lowers him onto the crib mattress and tiptoes out the door, where she encounters K’uk’ulkan out in the hallway, staring her down. 

“You better fuck me if you’re going to keep staring at me like that.”

K’uk’ulkan wastes no time bringing her in for a heated kiss and rushing her into the bedroom. 

“Look at yourself,” he grunts out, pulling her braids roughly as he fucks her from behind. He has her pressed against the large mirror. She arches her back, sticking her ass out to him as his balls slap against her clit.

The mirror fogs up from where she’s breathing on it, but she can see K’uk’ulkan’s eyes clearly through it, seeing the dark, lustful glare he’s giving her.

She swears that he’s going to fuck her right through the glass from the sheer force behind each of his thrusts. His hands move from her hair, one grabbing her shoulder while the other wraps around her throat.

She’s helpless, being bounced back onto his cock by his grip on her.

“I said, look at yourself. ” He snaps again, squeezing his fingers around her throat slightly.

She stops looking at his eyes and looks into her face’s reflection, seeing what he has been seeing. She looks like a mess, sweaty with tears falling from her eyes from the intensity of the moment, her sore breasts bouncing roughly with each jarring thrust he makes.

“Do you think it’s okay to show yourself off to other men? Do you think it’s okay to tease them in front of me?” Anger tinges his voice, and she swallows before risking another glance at his eyes.

“I was feeding our son! I can’t control what other men do!” She gasps, struggling to get the words out in between the overwhelming sparks of pleasure.

“I don’t give a fuck what you were doing, Channie. You’re mine , and if you parade yourself around like a whore or have thoughts of cheating like one, you’re going to get fucked like one.” He pauses to give her ass a sharp slap, making her cry out from the blooming pain as she clenches tighter around his thick cock.

He leans down by her ear and moves her face using his grip on her throat, forcing her to make eye contact with him once again as he begins speaking quiet and slow in a threatening manner. “But you don’t care about that, do you, Ilanga? You want to be treated like this. You love angering me.”

She moans pathetically and nods, not trusting herself to be able to speak anymore considering she can barely groan coherently at the moment. He slows down his thrusts but adds more power, pushing her breasts against the mirror as he hammers in and out of her. It feels like he’s breaking her from the inside out, and all she can do is watch and take it. 

He comes with a loud grunt, pulling her down and burying himself as deep inside of her as he can while he comes, pumping his cum into her womb that cannot be impregnated thanks to birth control. She can feel his cock throb inside of her, making her moan in desperation, needing release of her own. 

She whimpers when he pulls out of her suddenly, feeling some of his cum leak out of her, dripping down her inner thigh. She’s aching with need and frowning when he’s using his soft shirt to wipe at the mess he made between her legs. 

“What are you doing? I never came,” she rasps out, leaning her forehead against the glass. She’s exhausted, and it feels like a miracle that she can even stand at this point. 

“Get over here and earn it.”

T’Channa turns around on shaky legs, watching as her delectable husband sits on the edge of the bed, his cock already hard again and waiting for her. 

“You’re such a little shit,” she murmurs, and he grins.

“You love it. And I love you.”

When she’s on top, everything is gentle and loving as it should be, and she doesn’t know what she enjoys more: this tenderness or that controlling side of him. Either way, she’s soaking his cock and he’s filling her blissfully. 

“I love you,” she breathes into his mouth as she rides him. “I love you with all of my heart. It’s only you. Always will be you.”

“I know, baby,” he whispers, licking her across her lips and giving her ass yet another spank. “I need to be reminded once in a while.” 

T’Channa stares at Namora and her husband kissing at the altar while everyone else cheers. She claps along awkwardly, never believing that her husband’s cousin would be marrying a man. 

She thought it was a joke. 

She was so sure that Namora was a lesbian.

Poor thing maybe doesn’t feel comfortable coming out. 

T’Channa brings it up to her drunk husband as they sit at a table together. Uuka is on the dance floor, having fun with his auntie. 

“Can I be real with you for a second?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he blurts out, kissing her sloppily. She can taste the whiskey on his lips and tongue. “You can be anything you want to be with me.”

She moans softly when he’s digging into her neck. They’ll be having way too much fun once they get Uuka to sleep tonight. 

“I thought your cousin was a lesbian.”

His tongue flicks at her jawline and ear like a serpent. “Mmm and what would give you that impression?”

Gee, she thinks to herself. Maybe the thirsty way she’s been watching her maid of honor all night long and the way she holds her while they dance?

T’Channa isn’t too sure about the husband being into Namora, either. He’s been eyeing women all night long, including T’Channa. He’s probably just a prop. 

“I have good hunches about these things.”

“Channie, Channie, Channie,” he slurs, playing with her necklace, occasionally tightening it around her to make her choke and arouse her. “Baby, what would you know about lesbians?”

“I can tell when women like women. I’m not lesbian, clearly, but I’m pretty sure I’m bisexual. I made out with a girl in my secondary school. I’ve always found women attractive. Namora doesn’t give off that she’s attracted to men, though, just women.” 

“You’ve made out with a woman before?” K’uk’ulkan growls into her ear, shoving her onto his lap and pressing her against his erection. T’Channa’s going to have to take him to the bathroom and calm him down. “That’s sexy. Come to think of it, I might’ve seen Namora with a girl or two growing up but that might’ve been a phase. We shouldn’t care about her personal life.”

He starts bouncing her fully clothed body against him. T’Channa looks around frantically, realizing that she’s getting strange looks from his family and friends as they dry hump in public. Fen has Uuka’s eyes covered, shaking her head. 

“Everyone’s watching us,” she whispers, getting wetter and wetter the rougher he gets. “Behave.” 

“I don’t give a fuck.” 

“Iicham…”

Sighing, K’uk’ulkan throws her over his shoulder and stumbles his way to the bathroom. 

T’Channa’s brains get fucked out that night, causing her to forget all about Namora and her lavender marriage. 

It’s none of her business, anyway. 

“Mama! Mama! Look at me!”

T’Channa glances at her four year old having fun in the kiddie pool, adjusting her sunglasses. He’s holding up the rubber duckies he has collected so far in his net. “How fun, baby! Keep finding them!” 

“Okay!”

T’Channa relaxes on the lounge chair, soaking up the summer sun. As much as she loves when K’uk’ulkan is home, she appreciates these quiet moments when he’s busy debating with the other governors. He’s advanced so far in four years and it’s a good thing. Their newly elected president is fucking awful and she prays her husband continues using his strong voice to keep asinine laws from being put into place.

“Uncle Tuma!”

T’Channa sits up, seeing Attuma entering through the side gate and into the backyard. She debates covering her bikini-clad body with a towel, but finds herself freezing up as the big man stands over her. 

“Mrs. Almehen.”

“What are you doing here?” she whispers. “You know K’uk’ulkan doesn’t like you alone with me.”

“I am not alone with you. Uuka is right there. Hi, Uuka.” Attuma waves to the child, and Uuka happily waves back. “He sent me here to gather a packet he left on his desk inside. Can you let me inside?”

T’Channa sighs and throws her long legs over the side of the chair. “C’mon, baby. You can’t stay in the water by yourself. Play inside while I give Uncle Attuma what he needs.”

“Mama, this water is too tiny for me to drown in! I’m not a stupid bozo!”

T’Channa pinches her nose bridge while Attuma laughs. She really needs to watch what she says. 

“It doesn’t matter. You still need to listen. We’ll come out and play after.”

“Okay,” Uuka sighs, wrapping a towel robe around himself and clutching his mother’s hand. T’Channa can feel Attuma’s eyes on her backside as the three of them enter the house together. 

While Uuka plays with his toys downstairs, Attuma follows her upstairs. She lets him inside the office, and sure enough, the folder is on the desk. 

“Go ahead and get it.”

“Maybe you can get it for me,” Attuma tells her, his eyes dark and hungry. “You might need to bend over and see if anything’s on his chair, too.”

T’Channa’s lips part. She’s both impressed and stunned by how bold he’s being.

“You’re my husband’s best friend,” she whispers, tapping his chest. “Watch yourself.” 

“I just want to be sure your husband has everything he needs. What’s wrong with that?”

T’Channa slinks away, then grips the edge of the desk. She bends over, popping her ass out as she pretends to search for something that doesn’t exist. 

“Not seeing anything.”

“Shit, Channie. I see why he’s always talking about eating you out.”

Her stomach flips. Her face burns.

“He does?”

“Always. I can smell you on him when he’s close enough. Almost makes me want to kiss him just to taste you.”

T’Channa’s eyes widen. She stands upright and rushes the folder over to Attuma, knowing this fun, innocent flirtation has gone too far. 

“Here. You should leave now. Don’t talk to me again unless my husband is with me.”

Attuma takes the folder, nodding at her. “Yes, Mrs. Almehen. I’ll see you around.”

“I needed this vacation badly, baby. Thank you.”

K’uk’ulkan stretches his legs across the outdoor bed. They’re on the rooftop of a very expensive hotel. T’Channa stands near the edge with her backside facing him, looking at the pool in the distance. In that orange bikini, her perky ass is fully out and her breasts have a small bounce to them once she turns around. Men walking by check her out without her knowing, even if they have their woman in their arms. 

They can’t resist looking at her. 

It’s a torment he’s had to silently live with. 

He hated the way he fucked her when Attuma paid attention to her when she was breastfeeding their son. He hated the way it made him feel. 

He’s a terribly jealous and possessive man, but for the sake of his beautiful wife, he fights against the negative thoughts daily to allow her to dress the way she wants and be as approachable as she is. He doesn’t want to suffocate her with how strongly he feels about her. Besides, she’s never done anything to hurt him. She’s blind to the attention she receives from others. 

She’s a good wife. 

A good woman. 

K’uk’ulkan sets his book off to the side as she closes the canopy curtains, concealing them inside their private space. She straddles him, taking off her bikini top. He only gets a minute to admire her bare breasts before she’s sliding down his body, yanking his swim trunks down. She wraps her small hand around his cock and licks the tip, haunting him with those amber eyes that appear so catlike this afternoon. He rests his arms behind his head. 

“I think that it’s time you run for president, Governor.” 

“Why do you want that for me so much, Channie?” he whispers, his eyelids lowering in desire. He’s not sure if it’s her tongue or hand that feels the best. 

She kisses the tip and rests her cheek against his thigh, staring at him tenderly while stroking his cock up and down. 

“Because the idea of you being in power makes me as horny as sucking your dick. The things I’d let you do to me, President Almehen…”

All it takes is one drag of her tongue on him, and he’s dragging her over to a chair, helping her get on her knees with her hands clutching the backboard as he stands behind her. All sorts of hot noises are flying out of her mouth as he fucks the shit out of her, his hips snapping against her small ass. 

“I’ll do it all for you,” he grunts, hunching down to bite her shoulder. She throws her ass back at him stronger and he relishes in the feeling of being squeezed tight by his young goddess. She’s proven to be the best partner and the best mother to their young son. He’ll continue giving her whatever she desires. “My T’Channa…”

“Keep fucking me all night on this rooftop, táatah. Don’t stop. I love you.”

“Who’s that bozo talking shit about you on TV?” T’Channa asks him one night, making K’uk’ulkan laugh. 

“Cadmael Topa. One of the outspoken members of President Quetzalcoatl’s party. They criticize my politics because they fear me and know I’m going to defeat him during the elections.”

T’Channa moves herself onto her husband’s lap after putting her cherry wine down. She kisses him all over his face, and he delights in all the love.

“Of course you are. You’re amazing and what Talokan deserves.”

“I really don’t want to campaign in his state next month. Fucker gets under my skin too easily.”

“Why don’t I do it for you?”

He cocks his eyebrow in surprise. “You? Campaigning?”

“Sure. I’ve seen you do it enough that I know enough, plus you can write my speech for me so I say what you want. The people might love seeing your wife as part of your team.”

As much as K’uk’ulkan enjoys the sound of it, he doesn’t want Cadmael to try anything funny. But maybe with Happy spying in the distance, he’ll be able to have eyes on the situation while granting his wife her deserved freedom.

“On one condition.”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me, gorgeous.”

Later that night, after a kiss turns into something more and the two of them are naked in bed, K’uk’ulkan decides to tell T’Channa the truth about the Almehen family. 

“Baby.”

“Hm?” she replies lazily, not lifting her head.

“My father saved the life of Talokan’s mafia boss decades ago. It’s what cost him his own life. Saved that man from drowning. Instead of us being in debt to the mafia like so many others, the Almehens have a unique situation where they’re in debt to us. If anything happens to you while campaigning for me, all you have to do is say the word and they’ll act accordingly.”

“Damn.” T’Channa finally looks at him, both in excitement and slight concern. “Didn’t know you were gangster like that, madala.”

K’uk’ulkan laughs loudly, pulling her body on top of his so he can hold her close.

“When it comes to protecting the ones I love, you don’t know how far and how low I’d go.”

“Thank you for doing this for me. I know you’re not a fan of politics.” K’uk’ulkan holds his wife by the shoulders and kisses her forehead. “I love you, Channie.”

She smiles at the nickname. He’s called her that so much that her baba and nearly everyone else refers to her by that now. 

“I’m doing it for us. Besides, all those celebrities endorse presidential candidates in other countries and they don’t sound too smart but still sway votes. I got this.”

“Chaac, I love you,” he murmurs before giving her a kiss on the lips next. “I’ll meet up with you again once I’m done campaigning in the east. And don’t worry about Uuka. Zyanya and your father are going to take excellent care of him.”

T’Channa winks at him and adjusts the collar of his shirt. “I love you, táatah. You better call me every night.”

“Every single night. Get on the jet, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

As T’Channa walks up the stairs of her private jet, she glances over her shoulder in time to catch her man checking her out. His eyes travel from her ass to her face, then he blows a kiss. She’s going to miss his touch. Her fingers will have to do a fraction of what he can. 

The flight to the state in the west only takes a matter of hours. Once she lands, she’s guided to a limousine where a very handsome man is standing. He has the same bronze skin as K’uk’ulkan and a similar build, but his hair is light brown and his eyes are a pretty green shade. He’s well-dressed, too, there to greet her in a navy suit. He hands her a bouquet of purple flowers. 

“Hello, Mrs. Almehen. It’s an honor to have you visiting my state for the next few days.”

“Governor Cadmael.” She nods, taking a moment to inhale the fresh scent of the flowers. “You didn’t have to do that. I know my husband doesn’t represent your party.” 

“Ah, I would never let politics get in the way of chivalry.” Cadmael opens the door and gestures inside. “Please allow me to take you to your hotel.”

T’Channa gives him a small, satisfied smirk and climbs in. She sits on the opposite side from him, crossing one leg over the other. She notices Cadmael eyeing her intently. 

“It’s very sweet of you to campaign for your busy husband.”

“That’s what wives are for. Well, other things, too. But mostly to be supportive.”

Cadmael’s eyebrows raise. “What other things are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

His lips quirk into a smile. “I’m afraid I don’t.”

Should she really entertain this foolishness? He’s clearly trying to flirt or get under her skin. His little smile is starting to get on her nerves. 

“Sex.”

Cadmael’s eyes dart to her legs again. 

“Oh. Of course. My wife seems to have forgotten that.”

“She doesn’t fuck you anymore? Oops… Forgive my mouth.”

“There’s nothing about your mouth that needs forgiveness. To answer your question, no. It happens in all marriages after the honeymoon stage passes.”

“I don’t know about that. I’ve been married to K’uk’ulkan for seven years and he’s pounding me through the mattress every night.”

Cadmael shifts in his seat. “Look at you. That isn’t surprising.”

The tension is growing thick inside here. She’s beginning to ache between her legs the longer he gazes at her. She clears her throat.

“So tell me a little about yourself.”

After receiving a thunderous applause and a standing ovation once the rally and her speech is over, T’Channa is feeling amazing. She goes backstage and to her dressing room after signing some things and taking photos. She sits on a couch and answers her husband’s call.

“Hello?”

“Atan, you’re fucking incredible.”

She smiles at her reflection. “Yeah? Did you watch me?”

“I did. I can’t believe how well-spoken, confident, and sexy you were up there. I’ve never been so proud. Thank you, my love.”

She basks in her husband’s praise. She receives it all the time, but tonight feels extra special. 

“I love you, baby. I’ll be home tomorrow.”

“You’re not ready for the things I’m going to do to you.”

She shivers at his deep, rough voice. She needs that whispering into her ear and against her pussy immediately. 

“Bye, táatah.”

“Goodbye, atan.”

She hangs up and looks at her thighs, wondering if she should touch herself to ease the nonstop ache. She’s so used to K’uk’ulkan providing her daily orgasms that this many days without it has been torture. 

“Mrs. Almehen?”

T’Channa jumps up at the sound of Cadmael’s voice and immediately lets him inside. 

“Hello, Governor. What brings you here?”

“You’re quite the orator, although I didn’t appreciate the shade you threw at me and my party.”

T’Channa laughs and shrugs her shoulders. “Hey, all’s fair in love and war. What’s an old man like you doing saying shade , by the way?”

“I have a daughter around your age.”

“Which makes it even stranger you’re consistently eye-fucking me,” she says without thinking, and then her eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

Cadmael grabs her by the waist and pulls her into him suddenly. Her clit is pressed against his hardening erection, her heart is pounding fast. She’s never been held like this by anyone other than her K’uk’ulkan. 

“What are you doing?” she murmurs, and her mouth is quickly covered by his own. He gives her a heart-stopping kiss. She automatically hooks a leg around him, and he clutches her thighs as the kiss deepens. It soon leads to her neck where he sucks on the delicate skin. Her panties are dampening fast and her pussy hurts for something more. 

But she can’t do this to her K’uk’ulkan. 

“Governor,” she moans as he moves to her jawline and gets a handful of her ass that hangs out of her hiked dress. “Oh… Stop… We’re both married…”

“That’s never stopped anyone before,” he breathes against her lips, his lustful eyes searching hers. “I must have you, T’Channa. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Fuck…

Maybe she can use him to her benefit without technically cheating on her husband. If the dick never goes in, it doesn’t count. 

She backs him up and lowers him onto a sitting position on the couch. She straddles his lap then grinds her pussy along his erection, both of them remaining fully clothed. Cadmael holds onto her hips and his jaw goes slack, watching her move. 

“Look at your fucking body go. K’uk’ulkan is a lucky man.”

She goes faster and faster, chasing her orgasm. Her breasts bounce underneath her dress and she wraps her hands around the governor’s throat, making him groan. 

“This is all you’re getting.” 

“Don’t be like that…”

She loves torturing him. She loves the taboo of it all.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll see to it that you’re killed. I have ties with the Talokan mafia.”

“It’ll be our secret.”

T’Channa throws her head back, picking up on some delicious friction that delivers her to her bliss. Her pussy squeezes onto nothing as it convulses and drenches his pants. With a groan, she brings her head upright and meets his desperate gaze. 

“Fuck… How much will it cost?”

“My pussy’s not for sale.” She climbs off him, admiring the mess she made of the politician. “Get the fuck out of here.”

Cadmael charges towards her, grabs her face, and kisses her deeply again. 

“When you’re ready to take it a step further, you know how to reach me.”

“Are you sure that’s what you saw?”

“The proof is right there in front of you, K’uk’ulkan. I would never lie to you. That’s your wife’s dressing room Cadmael went inside of. I don’t know how long he was in there or what he did. I had to leave the premises before I was caught.”

He hangs up on Happy, allowing his phone to fall to the floor. He holds his head in his hands, staring at the photograph that’s crushing his soul and destroying his life as he knows it. 

This can’t be right.

It can’t.

Maybe Cadmael forgot something. Maybe he went in to give her shit for eating him up during the speech. 

Because T’Channa wouldn’t cheat on him.

She wouldn’t.

He’s been so good to her. They’re in love with each other. Never once has she given him an indication that she’s unhappy or unfulfilled. They’re so happy together. For her to cheat on him with his political rival isn’t only cruel, but uncharacteristic. 

With a shaky hand and voice, he calls the nanny.

“Zyanya, please keep Uuka out of the house for the next few hours. Take him to his grandfather’s or the park or the beach. It doesn’t matter as long as he’s busy and happy.”

“I figured as much, Mr. Almehen. I know you’ve been away from one another for the first time. I don’t think anyone should be in the house with the two of you together.”

Making love to her was the plan… 

Until now.

“Precisely. I’ll inform you when it’s clear for you two to return.”

“Of course.”

K’uk’ulkan heads downstairs to find his mother and her nurse. Fen moved in last year upon her diagnosis, and he didn’t feel comfortable having her live so far away. Maybe having his mother move in did something to T’Channa, but that doesn’t make much sense. They’ve always been civil towards each other, despite how his mother feels about her. 

He kisses Fen on the cheek. “Naa, I’m going to need you to leave the house for a few hours. You can visit the arboretum or the planetarium.” 

“That sounds lovely. But why?”

“I need to be alone with T’Channa.”

His mother makes a face. “Ch’ah, kicking everyone out of here so you can have intercourse with your wife is quite the choice.”

“Would you rather hear what I’m doing to her?”

Fen holds up a hand, stopping him from saying anything further. “I’ll go, but don’t expect me to be gone all day.”

“All I need is a few hours. It’s important.” 

Once K’uk’ulkan clears the house, he leaves T’Channa with a voicemail for her to hear once she’s off the plane, knowing to get in the car with their driver and be delivered home. 

He remains sitting down when she enters the house, and when she walks into his office. She looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you pick me up or greet me at the door?”

“Sit down, atan.”

She appears further distraught at his rough tone. She lowers herself onto the chair across from him. He tosses the packet that contains the photograph of Cadmael going into her dressing room at her. She takes one look at it and starts crying.

“K’uk’ulkan…”

“Did the two of you have sex?”

“What!?”

K’uk’ulkan gets up and moves to the front of his desk, leaning against it, shrugging his shoulders while trying not to erupt. 

“At first I thought that maybe he went in there to call you names or press you about your speech against him, but you would’ve certainly called me and had me handle the outcome of that. You didn’t mention anything about him at all when we spoke last, meaning you didn’t feel threatened. So tell me the truth. Did he fuck you?”

“Why would I do that with him!?”

“I’m trusting, Channie, but I’m not a fucking idiot. Tell me in detail what happened between the two of you before I have him killed.” 

Interesting how frightened she now appears, knowing that Cadmael might die. Interesting how she starts spilling the truth. 

“I kissed him! He came into my dressing room trying to hit on me and all I did was kiss him and tell him to leave me alone, that we’re both happily married and it isn’t right. He left me immediately after. I never saw him again.”

“Give me your phone.”

When she hesitates, K’uk’ulkan snatches it right out of her purse while she sobs. He searches through everything, finding no messages from the governor unless she was smart enough to delete it before this. He does find Cadmael’s number, though, saved and everything. K’uk’ulkan starts to laugh. And laugh, and laugh, and laugh. 

Then he throws her phone out the window. 

He circles her like a shark. 

“Was he a better kisser than me, Channie? Did he get you wet? Do you think he’s handsome?” 

“I don’t know! It was the heat of the moment! I wasn’t thinking!”

“Answer the fucking questions. If you supposedly love me so damn much, why would you kiss another man? What does he have that I don’t? It’s certainly not the money. It’s certainly not the love and affection. So what the fuck, T’Channa?”

“I wanted to experience something new, alright!?” she chokes out the truth as he comes to a stop in front of her. “I feel so trapped with you sometimes! I’m home all day, everything is such a boring routine, it felt nice to feel wanted and pretend to be someone I wasn’t! Someone important! And I’ve been feeling that way for a long time!”

He points a finger at her, not feeling an ounce of remorse or sympathy for her situation. “Shut the fuck up. That’s monogamy, baby. That’s what I fucking told you before you had me hitting you raw, to give yourself to me and only me. Now you’re feeling trapped, exactly what I feared. I should’ve trusted my gut, fucked the shit out of you in that hotel, and left you there. Fuck me for thinking I could make a little village slut my wife. Now I’m stuck with your ungrateful, selfish ass.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay!? It was a mistake! I love you so much! It’s over and never happening again! I got the kiss out of my system and I hated it! Forgive me, K’uk’ulkan. Please !”

He’s speaking out of anger and he knows it. But he’s unable to control it. She’s crying so hard and she’s in pain over his words. He wants to stop and hold her, to kiss her and tell her that he forgives her and they can move on from this and get stronger. 

But he’s hurt, too.

And he has a sick feeling that she did more than she’s letting on. 

K’uk’ulkan paces the room as his wife sits on a chair with a tear-stained face. He pauses to glare down at her, fighting back tears of his own.

“Did you fuck him?”

“I already told you no! It was just a kiss!”

“Just a kiss,” he scoffs and shakes his head. “Listen to you. You think it’s okay to be a married woman kissing a man who isn’t your husband? How would you feel if I kissed someone?”

“I apologized so many times! Shouldn’t you be grateful that I told you!? It could’ve easily turned into something else but I didn’t let it.”

“And how do I know that, Channie? You love older men, remember? You tried to fuck me within minutes of meeting me.”

“I didn’t do anything but kiss him!” T’Channa cries out. “And of course, I acted that way with you! Look at you! I wanted you and I always will!”

When she breaks down, K’uk’ulkan lowers to his knees and holds onto her waist. Her lips are quivering as she cups his cheek. He gives her wrist gentle kisses, waiting for her sobbing to calm down. 

She means everything to him. 

He’s not going to let anyone take her away. 

He needs to show who she belongs to, especially now that the campaign has started and cameras are going to be following them all of the time. 

“I’m putting a second child into you.”

Her hands fall from his face. “Excuse me?”

“To prove your love and devotion to me, you’re going to spend this campaign pregnant. Nobody will look in your direction when they clearly see who you belong to.”

“I am not going through another pregnancy! Giving birth to Uuka nearly killed me!”

“It’s a price you must pay for embarrassing me after everything I’ve done for you.”

“Over a fucking kiss, K’uk’ulkan!?” T’Channa stands up. He blocks her from leaving the room. She gets in his face. “Fuck you. I’m not going to risk my life to stroke your ego. If you don’t want to trust me, that’s on you.”

His lips curl into a grin as he constricts his arms around her, trapping her. 

“It’s cute how you think you have a choice.”

Dr. Aapo gives the President-hopeful a look of concern as he sees T’Channa unconscious on the bed. He’s a doctor who works with the mafia and has seen many things, so K’uk’ulkan knows he’ll stay quiet. 

“There’s a harmless hold I put her in that knocked her out. Will you be able to remove the IUD?”

“It’s a simple and quick procedure, yes.”

“And when will she start conceiving?”

“Almost instantly.”

“Has her womb healed sufficiently since the tear she received during birth?”

“According to her latest ultrasound, yes. A second pregnancy is quite risky, though. She may experience the same uterine tears. Chances of surviving that twice is rare.”

K’uk’ulkan holds her hand and gives it tender kisses. He loves her, and she loves him. She just needs to be reminded.

“I’ll have her pregnancy carefully monitored this time. I’ll give her the best care possible. Start the procedure.”

With a still-unconscious T’Channa inside the old car, K’uk’ulkan gives Happy instructions. 

“Take her up north to my cabin. Give her nitrous oxide if she awakens before I return. I’m going to take a short trip to Cancun for some tea and medicine.”

“You got it, sir.” 

K’uk’ulkan takes one last look at his wife before the car leaves the driveway. Shortly after, his eight year old son approaches him, having an exciting day at the zoo with his nanny and grandpa. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Hi, mehen. You look very happy.”

“I am! But now I’m kinda sad. Miss Zyanya said that you and Mama are leaving somewhere for two weeks?”

“That’s right. I have some important things to take care of if I want to become president of Talokan. I promise that once it’s all over, we’ll be spending a lot of time together. I’ll also call you every day. I love you, Uuka.”

“I love you, too, Baba. Can you tell Mama that I love her, too?” 

“I will.”

When T’Channa awakens, K’uk’ulkan straightens up, watching her blink and adjust her eyes to the dimly lit room of the winter cabin. She notices him sitting on a chair near the edge of the bed and when she attempts to take off, she realizes that her wrists are chained to the headboard. She shakes a few times, trying to free herself, and making her bare breasts bounce. 

“What the fuck is this, K’uk’ulkan!?”

“Calm down, Channie. If you do everything I ask of you, you’ll be going home sooner rather than later. Are you cold?”

K’uk’ulkan gets up to take her special tea off the counter, listening to her speak with her chattering lips.

“Do you want me dead!? Is that why I’m in this freezing room with no clothes!?”

He sits beside her, offering her the tea without any explanation. The colder her body is, the greater the effect of the tea there is. Combined with the sleeping pills disintegrating inside the cup, she’ll be having a very blissful nap soon. 

“I’m not drinking that shit! Tell me what’s going on! Why am I chained to this bed in the middle of a fucking mountain!?”

“This tea will warm you up, baby. Drink it. Please. I’ll bring you a blanket as soon as you finish it for me.”

With her body as cold as ice by now, she has no choice but to open her mouth and allow K’uk’ulkan to empty the contents into her gradually. He kisses her on the lips, goes to the closet, and covers their bodies with a fur blanket that he finds. His beautiful wife makes eye contact with him underneath their private cave, finally warming up.

“You don’t have to do this to me, K’uk’ulkan. You know I love you. I’m never going to kiss another man. I’m never going to hurt you again.”

“Close your eyes and go to sleep, Channie. I see they’re getting heavy.”

“What did you do to me after you choked me out?” she whispers, barely audible. “Why does it feel like I’m cramping down there?”

“Go to sleep, love of my life. I’m fixing our marriage.” 

She tries to say something else, but it’s all slurred. She dozes off peacefully beside him, looking like Sleeping Beauty. 

He removes the blanket and gets on top of her, stroking his hands up and down her body, starting from her chest, down to her stomach and thighs, and then ascending back up.

“Can’t wait for you to grow big with our second baby,” he murmurs, looking at her stomach. He kisses it, as though kissing their unborn children, too. “Your mother is such a good woman. She just needs to remember how much we mean to her.” He places a few more kisses around her belly, making sure to love every part of her abdomen. 

His kisses slowly descend and he makes his way down to her mound. His nose catches a faint whiff of her scent and he lowers his face to press it against her sex. Taking a deep breath in, he fills his senses with nothing but her. She always has driven him crazy.

Spreading her folds, he flicks his tongue out to tease her clit. She sighs softly in her sleep. Encouraged by her moan of pleasure,  captures the small bud between his lips, sucking on it and causing all the nerves in her clit to shoot messages of pleasure to her spine. Her unconscious body begins to writhe and she whines with approval. He releases her clit with a smile.

“I love how honest your body is. Now if only we can make that filthy mouth be the same way.”

He slowly pushes an index finger deep into her cunt.

“You’re always so warm and tight, my pretty girl. I can’t wait to be inside of you again. It’s been too many days.”

He can feel her walls pulsing against his finger as he strokes her sweet spots. His tongue pokes her clit, his free hand spreading her folds. Even in the dark night, he can see her tight hole contracting at his touch. Her erratic movements are fascinating; the way her sex responds when he drags the pad of his finger along the imperfect bumps is arousing.

He stalks upwards, towards his next target: her breasts. He loves their size now, but there’s something about seeing them grow larger with nutrients for his baby that really gets him. He grasps the mounds in his hands, savoring the feeling of her soft flesh under his palms. He releases a needy sigh. All he can think about is her, and the tightness in his pants is doing nothing but affirming it. He rubs himself against her thigh.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you, atan?”

Lowering his face, he nears her nipples and opens his mouth to catch one.

“Mm…” He groans when he sucks, remembering how he tasted colostrum the last time she was pregnant and he did this, remembering how often he needed to drain her out when her supply of milk was too much after birth. It’s a labor of love he’d happily repeat.

“You’re so delicious no matter where I taste you,” his voice rumbles in his throat, lapping at her nipple then sucking hard. He can sense her becoming aroused, and knows that wetness is beginning to gather between her legs.

He tears off his pants to free his cock. His hand grips the length and he pumps himself a few times, voicing how much he can’t wait to be inside of her. 

Positioning himself between her legs, he aligns his cock to her hot slit. The heat is pulling him in, inviting him to ravish her cunt and take delight from its warm, tight embrace. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, unable to stop himself from taking the enticing temptation. “I need you now.” 

His cock enters her fully in one fluid motion, filling and stretching her hole. If she were awake, she would cry out from the sweet sensation permeating her core. He moans, digging as deep as he can into her pussy. Wrapped snugly by her walls, he massages his balls, encouraging his seeds to achieve their true purpose. He grunts when her cunt gives small, enthusiastic contractions in response. Eager to move his hips, he begins thrusting in gentle, restrained movements.

Each thrust is deliberate. The tip of his cock  kisses her cervix slightly before retracting. He moves in and out, in and out, keeping her legs spread apart. She’s not some whore. Never, ever. She’s the beautiful mother of his son and who he hopes to be a daughter, the only woman that can ever make him reach his highest climax. He grunts each time he sheathes himself in her hole. His sex rubs against the walls of her pussy which clamp down on him in response. He knows she’s feeling good and that her body is craving sweet release just as much as he is.

“You want to come, don’t you,”  his lips are at her ear, “I’ll always make you come, my little sweet Ilanga. Those men that you lust for will never be able to do it like I can. Forget them, baby. Your táatah is all you need,” he promises.

Her juices leak freely like a loose tap, making squelching noises with each thrust and K’uk’ulkan loves every second of it. The sound is wet and vile, but also immensely arousing. His hand dips to her clit, attacking it with his thumb and forefinger as he drives his hips into hers. His touch coaxes out more fluids, soaking her hot pussy with more evidence of her arousal. Each time he rubs her clit, her cunt squeezes down, spurring him to rub the small bundle of nerves harder and faster, until her walls come down on his length urgently, gripping him with more power each time before there is a split second pause and finally, she’s thrown over the edge.

“Fuck,” K’uk’ulkan grits, shutting his eyes. Although Sleeping Beauty isn’t screaming in pleasure, he knows how good she’s feeling based on her slight twitches as she comes all over his dick. Her orgasmic contractions occur in strong pulses, increasing and increasing until the he comes, spurting his hot seeds into her pussy with a desperate, long groan. Even as his climax finishes, her orgasm hasn’t subsided and the grasp her sex has on him is so fucking good. 

“Shit…” The pleasure feels so amazing that he never wants to leave her pussy, but he knows she might wake up soon. He wants to enjoy this sweet, silent princess, not the one who is going to call him every name under the sun and cry, cry, cry, thinking what he’s doing is bad.  “

He flops down on the space beside her, panting and lying on his side, slightly drenched in sweat. He stares at her, drinking in the sight of her sleeping figure that is unaware of the amazing orgasm he had given her, and she had given him. Rolling to hover over her again, he places a kiss on her collarbone.

“I love you so much,” he sighs out his confession. He leans down and kisses her womb. “I love you, too, my little baby.” 

He covers T’Channa’s shivering body with the blanket once more, snuggling up to her, wearing a happy, bright grin.

Everything’s going to be okay.

“Open your mouth.”

“No.”

“Love, you’re malnourished. If you don’t consume something other than the tea, you’ll starve to death.” 

“Good,” she spits, her eyes full of venom and tears. “Better than being married to you for the rest of my life.” 

K’uk’ulkan sighs when T’Channa refuses to eat what’s on her spoon. 

“If you don’t eat anything, that just means I’ll be able to fuck you in the ass without issues.” He continues even when she stares at him in horror and disgust. “Bad girls get no preparation, either. I’ll get right in there. The tightness will feel amazing for me so I’ll have no reason to stop. Or, you could avoid all of that and eat.”

She opens her mouth, her eyes red and full of hatred. He feeds her lunch, feeling much better when he hears her swallow. 

“You’re going to call our son after this and tell him that you love him and you’re enjoying yourself.” 

“Why don’t you just divorce me?” she asks suddenly, weakly. “Chaac wouldn’t find it as disgraceful as what you’re doing to me.”

“And what am I doing to you, Channie?” he whispers, offering her a strawberry that she sucks on. When she chews it, the juice trickles down her chin. He leans in to lick it off, giving her a kiss which she returns promptly, to his pleasant surprise. 

“You know what you’re doing to me.” 

“Making a baby with my wife isn’t a sin. Separating from her is.” K’uk’ulkan meets her gaze and smiles softly as he touches the bare flesh between her thighs. “My love. Your body needs me again, doesn’t it?”

She nods her head despite all of her tears. 

He doesn’t put pills in her tea this time. 

He fucks her, raw and awake and alert, then stays inside her as he feeds her again. She’s grateful this time for the sustenance, keeping her mouth shut except to chew. 

T’Channa glares at him as he eats dinner. One of her hands is now free to feed herself, but the other is attached to his wrist, keeping her from fleeing.

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to run away from you into the freezing snow completely naked?”

“Yes, I do. You’re spending this entire vacation chained to something.”

“Oh, is that what you’re fucking calling it?”

K’uk’ulkan puts his fork and knife down, shifting his body to face her. Of course, he’s fucking shirtless and in his sweats. Of course, he has to look hot as hell despite being a maniac. He’s fucking with her head. 

“I get to have sex with my gorgeous wife whenever I please. It’s not very different from our vacations, is it?” 

“You’re psychotic.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

T’Channa scoffs and looks the other way. Overconfident bastard. She needs to knock him down a few pegs, whatever that might cost her. 

“He was a better kisser than you. Cadmael. Yeah. Hm…” T’Channa can feel the heat of his stare on her, and she smirks. “Who knows? Maybe if I did fuck him, he’d get me into President Quetzalcoatl’s inner circle and I could’ve  fucked that man, too.”

K’uk’ulkan stands up, taking her with him towards the front door of the cabin. She freaks out when he opens the door wide after freeing her from the handcuffs, letting the frigid air in. He gestures towards the snow, the chain dangling from his wrist. 

“Go find Cadmael, then. Find yourself some clothes, a phone, and a vehicle while you’re at it.”

She covers her arms around herself, sniffling. “You know I didn’t mean it. I was just trying to piss you off.”

“And it worked. And I want you to leave.” 

T’Channa starts shaking her head rapidly when he puts a gentle hand on her lower back, urging her towards the porch. She wraps her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. 

“Stop… Stop all of this… This isn’t the man I married…” T’Channa’s lip quivers as she looks up at him. He’s remaining stony-faced except for his eyes beginning to soften. “You would never kick me out into an environment where I’d die.”

“You grew up in the wild. You’ll figure it out.”

“K’uk’ulkan!”

“How would you feel if I said those same nasty things to you? That I’d love to get close to a congresswoman so I can get access to First Lady Nenetl and have her explode all over my tongue? That I’d get that curvy body of hers pregnant within seconds? That I’d fuck her while you’re at home taking care of our son and can’t wait until I return because you think I’m faithful? How would you fucking feel?” K’uk’ulkan slams the door, making her jump and whimper. He gets right up in her face and she flinches. “That’s right. You’d never have to worry because the moment I met you, that same moment I fell in love, you’ve been it for me. And you always will be despite how badly you’ve hurt me. Open your mouth.”

With tears streaming down her face, T’Channa sticks out her tongue. K’uk’ulkan drops two sleeping pills on it, forcing her to swallow them with some water. 

“Only way that I can love you lately is when you’re quiet. Goodnight, Channie.” 

Slowly and carefully, he plunges his length into her wet mouth, moaning when he feels her tongue skimming against the base of his cock. Her mouth is soft, delicate, and warm. He feels his nerves ringing with pleasure and thrill. In his mind, he keeps praying for her not to wake up and after a few wet strokes in and out of her mouth, he pulls out, well lubricated and huffing. He brings his length to her breasts, shuddering as her tits press up against his wet cock. 

“That’s my baby.”

He starts to thrust lightly once again. It takes most of his will power to restrain himself to meek pumps, wanting to fuck her breasts until he’s raw and sore.  

Her flesh is so soft and warm. Although not tight and wet as her beautiful pussy, he takes pleasure in it and savors her body heat. His slow movements allow him to build his way up to an ecstatic orgasm. He rubs her nipples sensually and teasingly, seeing her smile in her dreams. 

His cock throbs and twitches between her cleavage and the sight is just too erotic for him to handle. 

Maybe just this once, he doesn’t have to come inside her. 

He spills himself onto her chest, feeling a rush of satisfaction as he reaches his peak. Some of his cum has unintentionally shot into her parted lips. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, watching his cum pooling into her mouth. She closes it in her sleep, and his eyes widen as her throat bobs up and down, swallowing it. 

He straightens his back to admire his artwork; her body as the canvas, and bodily fluids as his paint. She has a white mess on her chest, mixed with saliva and sweat. Her lips are moist and shiny from the residue of his release. 

“Most beautiful girl in the world,” he murmurs, meaning it. “My love.”

She doesn’t know how many days or weeks have passed.

She’s her husband’s hostage and his patient. He feeds her, bathes her, and fucks her on schedule, providing her with medicine that does strange things to her body, such as cramping as though she’s constantly ovulating. 

He meant what he said about putting a baby in her.

At this rate, she knows he doesn’t care if giving birth kills her, as long as he gets a child. As long as he loses his wife by death and not a divorce or affair, to protect his ego.

Her ankles are handcuffed to her wrists, both of which are by her ears as he slams her up and down his cock while they face the snow-covered window. It hurts. She’s not meant to be stretched like this.

And yet…

His name tears from her throat in sweet agony, knowing there’s not a man on earth who can fuck her like her husband can. 

But maybe…

Just maybe…

She can see for herself once she’s free. After she gives birth to whatever demonic little spawn he puts in her. She throws her head back, seeing the guilt in his eyes for a brief moment before their lips touch. 

He’s never going to do this to her again.

And she’s never going to love him again. 

She’s going to break his fucking heart.

She’s going to destroy his fucking soul. 

If she survives. 

K’uk’ulkan finally takes her home when she produces a positive pregnancy test. 

Despite how happy he feels for them, there’s no denying the tension in the back of the limousine. He drinks a glass of whiskey to ease it, but T’Channa continues giving him the cold shoulder.

“Atan. Can you look at me? Say something? Anything?” 

“I will carry your second child to full term if I don’t end up dying first. I will attend interviews, meetings, and anything you want me to until then. If I survive childbirth, I want nothing else to do with you. I know your cruel ass won’t divorce me. But you’re going to wish you had. I hate you, K’uk’ulkan. I hate you with all of my heart.”

The governor finishes his whiskey after a moment of hesitation. 

“You don’t mean that. You’re speaking out of anger.”

“I hate you, I hate your cousin, I hate your mother, I hate Uuka, and I hate this baby.”

“Don’t you fucking say that about our children!” he snaps, and just as she did in the cabin, she flinches as though he’d physically hurt her. He’d never lay a hand on her. “Apologize! Say you don’t mean that!” 

T’Channa remains tight-lipped, curling into herself. 

K’uk’ulkan moves to her side of the limo, holding her despite how much she claws at him. She does everything to fight him off, but ends up going completely still except for the tremors that come from her intense sobbing. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispers to the back of her head, kissing it. “I’m sorry for impregnating you against your will, atan. I’m sorry for hurting you. But don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy some of that. Don’t pretend that I’m going to do you wrong with this pregnancy. Don’t pretend that I’m not going to give you the world once I’m the president. I got you, Channie. Always.”

“I don’t want to die, K’uk’ulkan…”

“You won’t, baby. You won’t. Kiss me, atan.”

And when she does, relief takes over his body at how strong and passionate her kiss is. 

It’s all going to be okay. 

T’Channa lost track of how many interviews she’s done with her huge belly being the center of attention. That’s all the people of Talokan have been posting about, how hot K’uk’ulkan and his wife are, how he’s such a family man, how he’s going to be an amazing president, and how people are excited to vote for him over Quetzalcoatl. 

She’s very good at faking her happiness. The blogs around here are saying how she’s glowing, how she rocks a pregnancy like no other woman. K’uk’ulkan buys her the best outfits and she shows them off wherever she goes, knowing the cameras are always flashing. 

Except for right now, as she sits on a park bench, miserably watching her son, who has his father’s evil face, playing at the local park. The nanny is there, too, and T’Channa doesn’t know why she came if Uuka already had someone watching him. She wants to curl up into a ball and not exist. 

And then her phone rings. Her new one. She smiles small, seeing that the man she messaged has finally returned her call. 

“Governor Cadmael. How are you?” 

“I’m actually in the parking lot watching you. You’re incredibly easy to find, Mrs. Almehen.”

T’Channa discreetly glances towards the parking lot, seeing the handsome politician in disguise from far away. She can also see him crawling into his backseat. She bites her lip.

“Stay right there.”

She hangs up and goes over to where Zyanya and Uuka are playing near the swings.

“I need to go speak to a girlfriend of mine real quick. Are you okay watching him until I return?”

“You’re not going far, are you, Mrs. Almehen? We have no bodyguards present.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. There’s no paparazzi out today. Be right back.”

“Bye, Mama!” Uuka calls out. “I love you.”

She smiles weakly at him, then walks as casually as she can towards the parking lot. When nobody is looking, she climbs into the backseat, face to face with Cadmael and his green eyes.

“I can’t believe that you look even better than the pictures. Pregnancy is amazing on you. I bet K’uk’ulkan is ecstatic.”

“Unless you want me to leave, don’t talk about him.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

T’Channa looks down at her wrist. The feeling of being handcuffed for weeks still lingers months later. 

“Can you keep a secret?”

“I haven’t told anyone about our kiss, have I?”

T’Channa doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t want to tell him what K’uk’ulkan did, not wanting her husband to go to jail or fuck up his chances to become president. Personal feelings aside, K’uk’ulkan is good for this country. Needed.

So instead, T’Channa swings her leg over, straddling the governor’s lap while he looks at her in awe. 

“T’Channa… What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started.” She takes her top off, and Cadmael breathes out at the sight of her full breasts. She hikes up her skirt next, and he stares at her round belly. She takes his hand, rubbing it on her bump. “You can pretend it’s yours, Daddy. You don’t have to do anything at all, either. Just stick it in me and let me ride it.”

Just like K’uk’ulkan taught her.

Cadmael curses loudly, taking his cock out of his pants in a hurry. T’Channa sinks onto it, moaning extra loud and extra hot for her husband’s rival. 

“Oh, Chaac, T’Channa…”

“Touch me wherever you want,” she whispers, starting to bounce. He’s nowhere as thick as K’uk’ulkan, but any cock that’s not her husband’s is healing her enough. She’s not trying to come, either. Just needs Cadmael to empty his load inside her, claimed by another man who isn’t K’uk’ulkan. “Just don’t leave any marks. You’re my secret.”

Her only one. 

Because it’s the only one that can damage K’uk’ulkan career-wise. 

The others aren’t going to matter. 

He’s going to know about those affairs loud and clear. 

Cadmael fills her to the brim with his release. Following Miya’s birth, he creams her four more times after this that nobody ever finds out about, making good of his secret promise.

There was no need for a recount. 

No reason to wait for any last-minute votes or the swing states of Talokan. 

K’uk’ulkan Almehen was elected the next president in a landslide victory, crushing Quetzalcoatl. 

A very pregnant First Lady T’Channa and President Almehen were photographed laughing, kissing, and dancing together at the inauguration ball. 

How beautiful.

How classy. 

That’s our First Lady and President!

Gorgeous!

Perfect!

The best representation for our country. 

A real woman who stands by her man. 

I know they’re going to have so many children. 

K’uk’ulkan moved his family into the mansion next door to the official government building, where he now has complete control over the property and the acres behind the home. 

On a particular night when T’Channa is soaking her aching body in the tub, K’uk’ulkan hops in unexpectedly, fully clothed, making her giggle as he tries to fit in there with her the best he can. 

“What are you doing, bozo?” she asks affectionately, cradling his bearded cheek as he hovers over her, careful not to get on her belly. 

“You still want that farm, ilanga?” 

She breaks out into a genuine grin. There are some moments when she can feel the love for him starting to return, knowing it isn’t going to last long. Might as well get what she wants while she can. 

“Oh, yes, baby. Yes. You’d make me so happy.” 

K’uk’ulkan goes in for a kiss. There are some things she doesn’t have to fake, and showing him passion isn’t one of them. Despite everything, he’s an excellent kisser. 

“You got it, my love.” 

His wife gives birth to a little girl without any complications. She isn’t rushed off to surgery like she was with Uuka, she doesn’t have to be separated from Miya, she isn’t in any of that previous pain aside from the few stitches she had to get around her labia that will heal in time. 

T’Channa sits upright, breastfeeding their daughter like a pro. K’uk’ulkan can’t stop fawning over them, and when Uuka comes by with his grandfather, he’s equally in love with his little sister. 

“Would you like to hold her, baby?” T’Channa asks, and Uuka nods excitedly. 

“Yes, Mama! Please!”

She hands Miya over, and Uuka takes her gently, getting instructions from his father on how to hold her appropriately and support her head. Uuka beams. 

“She looks like me,” he whispers. 

“And you both look like your father,” she says, smiling small at K’uk’ulkan. His heart aches at the sight of it and everything around them. “Iicham, can you help walk me to the bathroom?”

“Of course.” 

Instead of her having to walk at all, he picks her up and carries her. Once she’s on her feet, T’Channa turns on the vent, creating noise that will block out what she has to say. 

“As soon as I can, I’m getting my tubes tied.” 

K’uk’ulkan’s smile slowly disappears. “Atan… You see how normal and healthy a birth can be. Why not try for at least two more?” 

“After what you did to me, I don’t think you have the right to tell me what to do anymore. I gave you the daughter you forced me to have. I’m not giving you another baby. We’re two and through.”

“Channie-”

“If you love me, you’ll shut up and let me do what I have to do to feel comfortable having sex with you again.”

Guilt eats at the president. He swore to her and himself that what happened at the cabin will never be repeated, and therefore, he went through a dry spell during her entire pregnancy. If he wants to get intimate with his wife again, he needs her to trust him again, and that means giving her full autonomy. 

“I do love you, T’Channa. You may get whatever procedure you must.”

She wraps her arms around him, giving him a teasing, loving kiss that provides him with hope. 

“Thank you, taatah.” 

With her tubes tied and her vagina cleared for sex, there’s only one man she wants to be with. T’Channa finds him standing guard outside of the government building, a place she can access so easily. She struts right up to Attuma, smiling overly sweetly at him. 

“Hey, stranger.” 

He remains stoic, looking forward as though he’s some King’s Guard in front of the Royal Palace. 

“First Lady T’Channa.” 

“I can’t believe K’uk’ulkan would give you a job again, considering the unresolved sexual tension between us.” 

The other guards are now staring in shock. T’Channa grins when Attuma clears his throat. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. There never has and never will be anything sexual between us.” 

“Oh, sure. My tits were out in front of you while I breastfed my son. Then there was that time inside his office at our old home where I bent down in front of you with my bikini on and you said-”

Attuma covers her mouth with his hand, dragging her towards the shrubbery and away from watchful eyes. She keeps grinning while he looks close to keeling over, squatting to whisper harshly in her face. 

“What the hell is the matter with you!? Do you know what he’s going to do to me once those other guys tell him what you said!?”

T’Channa shoots her arm down, clutching his hard-on tightly and making his mouth close. 

“I don’t give a fuck about that and neither should you. If you want to have sex with me and eat me out like you’ve been wanting for years, this is your last and only chance. If you don’t come with me to the mansion right now, I’m never offering it again.”

Attuma looks around frantically. She releases him and struts away, adding a swing to her hips and waiting for him to take the bait. She grins when she can hear him following her with heavy footsteps. 

“Are you serious? We’re really doing this?” 

“Keep on walking and you’ll find out for yourself.” T’Channa throws her arm back, and he takes her hand. 

They walk into the mansion together, earning suspicious stares from Fen, Namora, Zyanya, and the maids. Uuka tilts his head curiously. 

“What’s Uncle Tuma doing here?” 

T’Channa ignores them all, forcing Attuma to follow her upstairs. 

“Fuck, Channie. You didn’t tell me your family was here!”

“They’re his family, not mine. The room is soundproof. They’ll just think you’re in there working on some documents with me or something.”

Despite Attuma’s continuous questions, he forgets everything once she shoves him onto the bed she shares with K’uk’ulkan and strips out of her clothing completely. 

“Fuck…You really are serious…” 

“Take your clothes off. Let me see how big you are.” 

As soon as he’s out of his suit and boxers, T’Channa’s clit becomes erect at the sight of his third leg. Bigger than K’uk’ulkan’s. Functionality? That’s for her to discover. 

“Damn,” she hums, licking her lips. “We should taste each other at the same time, then. Need my throat to remember every vein.”

Attuma groans, falling onto his back and waiting for her. T’Channa straddles his chest, her ass facing him. She eases herself down until her pussy is inches from his face and her breath teases at his pubic hair. 

“Oh, Channie. Fuck yes .”

He parts her folds, nudging the tip of his nose against her entrance as he laps at her clit below, groaning against her when she takes him into her mouth. 

He brings her closer to ecstasy than anything she has experienced in a while, her lips closing around him and her tongue swirling around the head of his cock while he drinks down her own sweet juices. Such a salty, fleshy flavor that melts in her mouth. She licks at the veins, tracing the shape of them, taking her time to treat his cock like it’s her main lover, showing so much affection.

Another thing K’uk’ulkan taught her.

Attuma’s hands are shaking as he pushes a finger up inside her slippery entrance, feeling her hips shiver as he strokes her inner walls. His cock slips from her mouth as she cries out with her sudden orgasm, her hot pussy clenching around his finger and her delicious essence flowing freely.

“Oh Tuma ,” she moans, her whole body quivering with the force of her release. They stay still for a moment, Attuma gently petting her to coax her through into the afterglow. She wraps her lips around his tip, eager to please him, and he whispers, 

“No. Let me get inside it.” He spreads her ass cheeks apart and spanks them back together, growling now. “You’ve been teasing me for way too many fucking years.”

T’Channa giggles, allowing him to toss her body around to his liking. He ends up on top of her, one hand near her head, the other stroking his huge base. He coos against her ear, prodding the tip of his cock against her tight hole.

“Spread these pretty legs wider for me, dollface.” 

She does as she’s told, even moving her hands down to open her cunt lips just a bit. Attuma looks at her petite fingers holding herself open for him, groaning while he buries himself in as deep as he can go.

"You're so big," T’Channa breathes against his neck, and Attuma leans in to steal a kiss while pressing more of himself into her. There’s a sound of her suctioning him, letting her know that this is going to get messy. The messier, the better. 

"Too big for you, that's for sure,” he whispers, biting her bottom lip just in time to snap the rest of his length into her. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops, disbelieving that it could happen. Attuma smirks. "That's right... take all of it.”  His voice fills her head and she barely even notices the small grinding motion of his hips, working his cock to poke at her insides in all the right ways. "How does it feel to have your pussy stuffed by me at last?”

“Mm… Feels nice… But need to see what you can do, big boy…”

He pulls out abruptly, slapping her pussy with his cock three times, a sadistic grin finding his features at how her legs jolt and she turns her head to hide her strained expressions.

He does this a few more times just to torture her, her cunt dripping and begging for him to use it, thighs shaking with anticipation. The thrust he finally gives her makes her chest shake, and he finds himself fixated on the hypnotizing movement.

"You know who my husband is. I can take more." 

He gives her what she asks for, angling his hips to fill her up balls deep, then pulling back out. He sets a teasing pace, giving her soft strokes as he pushes in and pulls back out, watching her body shift whenever he buries himself entirely in her, her back arching and her eyes twitching shut.  

"We just started and you're drunk on my cock. I love it.”

Attuma fucks her at a brutal pace, staring down where his dick impales her, seeing a mixture of her juices on his cock and balls whenever he pulls out.

“Ah, yes, Attuma! Yes! Please, please, please! Give it to me!”

He shuts her up with a wet kiss, this angle causing the back of her legs to press against his chest and feet hanging over his big, broad shoulders. He gives her shorter but much quicker thrusts, his lips sucking on hers, in overdrive and ready to please. His tongue grazes her bottom lip before he is pulling away, now positioned on his knees in front of her. Attuma holds up her hips so he can fuck her with the tip rubbing against her upper walls.

"Are you going to come for me, Mrs. Almehen?" He asks with a snarl, fucking her stupid. "Is that what you're so frantic and loud about? You want this house to hear you coming?”

"Y-Yes! Oh, Chaac, yes !”

He fingers her clit, wanting to see her come undone before him. 

"That's right, pretty girl, come on my fat dick... If anyone can do that, it’s you." 

He looks down at her crying pussy, the sight so filthy, how it sticks to his thighs and hers. He looks up to her face, bottom lip held between her teeth and hands gripping the bed as if it will help her escape this overwhelming pleasure.

"I'm coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!" T’Channa chants, toes curling, and fists balling the sheets, "Oh, Tuma! I'm... I'm..."

Then she goes silent, the only noise coming from her being a strained moan, her entire body going on lockdown mode with the way she tenses up beneath him. Her thighs flex with every swipe of her clit, her jaw hanging open and her eyes rolled back. 

He makes no effort to stop, his high just hanging by the thread,  fucking her right through her orgasm without a single care. 

And that’s when the door opens. 

Knowing that T’Channa has been cleared for sex and teasing him for weeks about what she’s going to do to him, K’uk’ulkan left the government building as soon as his meetings were over, ignoring what the guards outside were trying to tell him, letting them know he was in a hurry to do something nice for his wife. 

His driver takes him to T’Channa’s favorite mango stand, where he gets all sorts of treats for her and some for the children while also posing for pictures with the vendor. He gets a fresh bouquet from their favorite gardener, and then he’s practically running out of the limo with everything, thrilled to come home to his wife. 

But when he opens the door, his mother and cousin are there, staring at him in horror. 

“She just ran right upstairs with him,” his mother cries. “Zyanya had to take the children outdoors to the farm because it was so loud and traumatizing! I’m so sorry.”

The president has no idea what she’s talking about until he hears the noise at last, once the buzzing in his ears lessens. 

Moans and curses. 

T’Channa’s and another man’s. 

K’uk’ulkan drops the flowers and treats, stalks towards the kitchen, and grabs the sharpest knife he can find. Namora chases him while he runs upstairs, begging him not to do anything this early on in his presidency. 

He can’t hear shit that he’s saying. 

All he can make out is his fucking wife moaning Attuma’s name. 

He kicks the door open, catching Attuma fucking into T’Channa, both of them completely naked and the entire room smelling like sex. K’uk’ulkan snatches Attuma by the neck, yanking him off her, his semen flying around as his orgasm is interrupted. The butcher knife almost plunges into Attuma’s throat before Namora screams at the top of her lungs. 

“Neither of them is worth having a murder charge, caazucum! Think of everything you’re giving up! Think of your son and daughter! You don’t want her to be their last living parent!”

Through his burning tears, raw throat, and soul destroyed by this betrayal, K’uk’ulkan struggles to release Attuma, who is begging for his life to be spared. 

“Cousin,” Namora tries again. “You have people who can take care of him and keep your hands clean. Let him go. They’ll find him. They always do.” 

Using all of his willpower, K’uk’ulkan releases Attuma, but not without a few harsh kicks that he strikes him with before Attuma makes a run for it. The president then slams the door in the face of his cousin, locking it. His forehead rests against the wood as he breathes heavily, still clutching the butcher knife. 

“Are you going to divorce me now?”

K’uk’ulkan stabs the door repeatedly, listening to her screams before he finally lunges at her, putting all of his weight on her as he strangles her, his eyes bulging out of their socket. 

“That’s the first fucking thing you say to me?” K’uk’ulkan rasps against her mouth, shaking her. “You wanted to get caught because you thought it meant I’d divorce you? You could become the whore of this entire country and I’ll never grant you that fucking privilege of leaving me. You hate me so much? You want to crush my spirit? You want to make a mockery of our marriage? You want our children to know what a horrible mother they have? And you expect me to free you?” 

T’Channa clutches his wrists, staring at him with the eyes of a frightened, injured deer that’s scared for her life. He loosens his grip, giving her a chance to take in deep breaths and get air back into her lungs. 

“I wanted to hurt you the way you hurt me…”

“By fucking my best friend when all I did was give you our beautiful daughter!?”

“You did more than that and you know it!”

“Yeah, but it was all with you and for you. You, you, you, you, you, you. Everything I do and have done is for you, Channie. And this is how you…” K’uk’ulkan can’t finish. He’s in tears, releasing her neck and climbing off her disgusting body. He stares up at the ceiling. “I can’t even look at you without feeling sick. I’m staying in another room. I’ll talk to you when I’m ready. You’re not leaving this house.” 

“I hate you,” she reminds him quietly as he clutches the door knob. He looks over his shoulder at her tearful, regretful eyes, a bunch of apologies that he’ll never hear. 

“I hate you, too.” 

What he really hates, though, is that he doesn’t hate her at all. 

K’uk’ulkan has her on a leash that keeps getting tighter. He has security constantly surrounding the house, not allowing her to leave. She’s getting restless, wanting to go to the village, knowing that Attuma is hiding out there in the meantime. She wants to call Cadmael, but K’uk’ulkan has destroyed her phone again. All she can do is hang around the mansion, the pool area, and the farm. 

That’s when she decides her next affair has no choice but to be too close to home. 

She finds Namora’s husband, Yunuen, tending to the horses. With Zyanya taking care of Miya and Uuka in school, T’Channa slithers into the stall, tapping her cousin-in-law on the shoulder. Yunuen turns around, blinking at her. 

“Oh. Hello."

“Your wife doesn’t suck your dick, does she?”

Yunuen blushes, then looks around as though someone is listening to them. 

“She…doesn’t like it.”

Surprise, surprise.

“Why don’t you try being with someone who does?”

K’uk’ulkan watches a dish flying across the dining room when his cousin storms in. It smacks T’Channa on the face, causing his family to scream and K’uk’ulkan to jump up from his chair. 

“What the fuck, Namora!?”

“Baba, language!” Uuka scolds him, looking scared at the disheveled appearance of his auntie and the blood trickling down his mother’s forehead. “Mama needs to go to the hospital!” 

“Uuka, go upstairs to Miya’s room where Zyanya is. Now. Take your food with you.” 

K’uk’ulkan stands in front of his injured wife protectively when Uuka disappears. He has never seen Namora this angry before. Her husband is nowhere to be seen. 

“What’s going on?” 

“That bitch fucked Yunuen!”

Fen starts praying to Chaac very loudly while K’uk’ulkan stares at his wife in disbelief. T’Channa shrugs her shoulders and holds her hands up. 

“I did her a favor! Now he doesn’t have to be married to a lesbian, and you can be free to express yourself! It’s a win for everyone!”

Namora tosses another plate, and K’uk’ulkan catches it before it can hit T’Channa. He slams it on the floor, flings her over his shoulder, and takes her to the limo, where they can be delivered to the doctor to see if she needs any stitches. K’uk’ulkan punches the seat repeatedly after a few moments of silence and then glares at her. 

“What the fuck, Channie. What the fuck.”

“Now you see what happens when you won’t let me leave the house.” 

“Chaac…” K’uk’ulkan rubs his chin and stares out the tinted window, trying not to break down. “What am I supposed to do, T’Channa? Keep you tied to the bed?” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

“There’s no way. There’s no fucking way you’re still doing this because of that. You have a serious problem at this point.” 

They end up at Dr. Aapo’s house, and the old man gets to work checking out T’Channa’s wounds. 

“Might as well test her for STDs while we’re here.”

“Fuck you. He doesn’t need to know our business.” 

“You lost the right to have any sort of privacy the day you started cheating on me. Shut up.” K’uk’ulkan points at the doctor. “Test her.” 

Later that night, after they return home and K’uk’ulkan kisses his children repeatedly, offering apologies for Auntie Namora’s behavior and letting Uuka know that his mother is okay, he enters the bedroom he used to share with his wife, catching her hiding her new phone from him. He’s too fucking drained and stressed to deal with it. 

He sits on the edge of the bed. Her feet end up on his lap. He squeezes them tightly. 

“I’m trying to accept the fact that what we had is gone. I’m trying to accept the fact that you’re not in love with me anymore. I’m trying to accept the fact I have to learn to be in a loveless marriage because divorce isn’t an option. Not only because of my religion, but I’ll be the disgrace of Talokan if I lose my First Lady. You’ve done enough. You’ve destroyed me. Can you just…stop. Please. If not for me, then yourself.”

 “Your hair is gray. Not in an attractive way, either.” 

“Yeah, stress does that. Is that all you have to say to me?” 

“Yup. Goodnight.” 

K’uk’ulkan keeps himself together until he’s sitting in his home office. He presses his back against the wall and slides down to the floor, weeping as silently as he can. 

All he wanted was to fix their marriage when he took her to that cabin. 

He can’t even say that he should’ve never done it, because then he wouldn’t have his beautiful baby girl, Miya. 

All he can do is live with the fact that he pushed her towards this new person she’s become and pray that one day it won’t hurt anymore. 

But the pain worsens and worsens. 

T’Channa will behave for a few months at a time, then disappear while K’uk’ulkan is handling a crisis for the country or dealing with other politics. He’ll find out in the middle of a meeting that his wife is in the tabloids, hosting naked parties and having orgies in public spaces, getting high off various drugs or drunk. Her nudes and videos are being plastered everywhere, and Uuka has to switch schools because the bullying from it has gotten so bad. 

Sometimes, K’uk’ulkan daydreams of killing her. Death by drowning so he can do it with his hands. He thinks of all sorts of sick and twisted ways that he can free himself from her without the public humiliation of divorce, but nothing seems to work. It’s even more difficult to do so when eyes are on him - and her - consistently. His family is a freak show, a circus always on display. It’s gotten so bad that K’uk’ulkan can’t attend public events with her anymore, always going to places stag, hearing the snide remarks. 

After doing so much to stop her behavior, K’uk’ulkan decided to let it go completely, allowing her to do as she pleases since the stress is going to kill him prematurely, and he wants to live long enough to meet his grandchildren. 

It seems the less he cares, the less he tries to fight her, the more she stops. Her last known affair was with someone in her father’s village, whom the old man informed him of, and that was months ago. 

When he’s in the mood for release, he’ll treat her like the sex toy she is for everyone else, throwing her onto the bed and spreading her legs, fucking her rough and for his pleasure only, never looking into those deceitful eyes. He spills himself into her and leaves her like the whore she is to clean herself up. No more aftercare. No more affection. He gives her exactly what she gives him, and that’s hatred. 

But after every single one of those encounters, the president locks himself in his office, drinking and remembering the sweet moments, the ones that he clings to so much that it prevents him from being able to truly hate her and have hope that love will return someday. 

Namora tells him to cheat back, to find a woman and start a passionate affair that’s going to make T’Channa feel all of the pain he’s been in for years… 

But he has only ever felt passion with his wife. 

To find a love greater than that is impossible. 

K’uk’ulkan’s phone rings. 

His father-in-law is on the other end. A good man, despite the way he raised his daughter. At least he’s honest most of the time. 

“Hello, Mr. President.” 

K’uk’ullkan smiles weakly. “You don’t have to call me that. What’s going on, Baba?” 

“Tell my ingrate of a daughter to come by my hut tomorrow. There’s going to be a surprise waiting for her. It might turn into a surprise for you, too.” 

Whatever that means. 

“I’ll let her know. Thanks.”   

Chapter Text

Shuri’s food remains uneaten after listening to K’uk’ulkan’s story. Her leg is shaking underneath the table, trying to come up with what words she could possibly say after hearing all of that. 

“I know it was a lot. But Shuri…” K’uk’ulkan holds onto both of her hands. She doesn’t blink. She only stares into his exhausted deep brown eyes. “The silence is killing me.”

“You shouldn’t have forced T’Channa to have a baby. Locking her up in that cabin was disturbing. She shouldn’t have cheated on you multiple times and with your family present. And….” Shuri inhales and exhales, attempting to get her thoughts together but now it’s almost time for her final class of the day to enter. “Can we talk later?”

“Will you kiss me so I won’t have a heart attack thinking I’ve just ruined everything?”

Shuri gives in, leaning forward to hold him. Despite everything, his kisses make her as weak as ever. All-consuming. Desperate and hungry and needy. 

“Do you still love me, knowing what you know now?” he murmurs to her lips when he gives her a chance to breathe. Her eyelids flutter open to meet his intense stare. 

“We’ll talk later,” is all she can say, giving him another quick kiss, watching his face switch to something reminiscent of heartbreak. “My students will be here any minute and I’m not trying to get a bad score on Rate My Professor because I’ve been seen making out with an attractive president.”

“Do you still love me?” K’uk’ulkan repeats, not letting go of her. “Please. Tell me.”

Shuri knows that after everything he’s experienced with her sister, he’s insecure despite the confidence he puts on display for everyone else. She twists her fingers into his hair, admiring the grays that all of his stress has gifted him. She peppers sweet kisses along his salt-and-pepper jawline, coaxing a quiet moan from his throat. She stops when she finds his ear to whisper into. 

“I love you. I’m very confused why I still do. Give me time to process all of this, and we’ll talk later tonight.”

“Where?” K’uk’ulkan grasps her tighter, and Shuri wishes she didn’t have other responsibilities to handle at the moment. 

For as bad as he is and the terrible things that he did, she’ll never understand why T’Channa kissed that congressman and cheated. Even in the darkest moments, Shuri just wants to hold him, to feel him, to have her insides stroked by him, hearing that sexy, sensual voice telling her what she means to him. 

“My apartment. The address is–“

“I know where you live, love.”

Again, something that should be concerning to a normal woman, but Shuri is considered far different from that by now. She spent an entire summer sleeping with her long lost twin’s presidential husband and pretending to be his wife and a mother. It thrills her that he craves her this much to have done his research.

“Alright, then. I’ll meet you there tonight. Um…” She stands up, feeling flustered that he’s holding her hips and presses soft kisses into her belly as she does. She reaches over for her purse and takes out her key. “Feel free to make yourself at home. You’re richer than me so I assume you won’t steal anything from me.” She laughs awkwardly after joking, and K’uk’ulkan gives her an amused grin. 

“I need nothing else when I’ve already stolen your heart.”

She massages his shoulders, breaking out in a happy smile, loving phrases that others might find corny. 

“Stole my virginity, too,” she whispers. K’uk’ulkan laughs darkly. Her heart flies around inside her when he lifts the ends of her dress. He dips his head and kisses her through her panties, adding a singular lick that has her covering her mouth and darting her eyes towards the classroom door window.

Thankfully, nobody’s there. 

He smoothes her dress, then rises, standing inches over her. He holds her face in his hand as he plants a final kiss on her lips, then stares at her lovingly. 

“Eat. I love you. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Oh.

She’s so hopelessly head over heels for a very bad boy.

K’uk’ulkan paces around her small kitchen after cooking her a surprise dinner. Beautiful bouquets have been set around the table and the rest of her apartment. Cherry-flavored sparkling water is cooling in the fridge. He has soft music playing on the Bluetooth speaker that took him a good thirty minutes to figure out the connection. 

All he needs is his Princess. 

The affection she was showing him before leaving campus gave every indication that she wants to be with him after learning about his troubled and toxic marriage. He can’t help but be concerned, though. When she isn’t under the spell of his sex and charm, she’s certainly going to have a clear head about all of this. 

And what will happen then?

Is she going to come to her senses and realize being with a man as dangerous as him isn’t worth all that he can offer? Is she going to reject his offer of marriage? Is she going to break his heart tonight and that of Uuka’s by wanting to remain here in Wakanda with no intention of getting involved in the mess of Talokan again?

A woman has never made K’uk’ulkan feel so nervous.

With T’Channa, prior to Miya being born and all the bullshit, it was easy. He’s had her wrapped around his finger and vice versa since their first time meeting. He never had to question whether she loved him or not, whether she’d do what he wanted or not. She was always so willing, knowing she couldn’t be with anyone better, knowing that her K’uk’ulkan was the only one to give her all she desires. He was T’Channa’s entire life. She had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. 

Even after the subsequent cheating and lies and drama, T’Channa had a secure spot in his life other than the bane of his existence. She remained his wife. 

It’s different with Shuri. 

Shuri has a life. She’s a career woman, a professor and a damn good one at that. She’s intelligent. As much as she always gets drunk on his cock, that post-orgasm clarity has her right back to thinking straight. She might decide that she could do better than him, that she doesn’t want to go through with the pregnancy, and she wants nothing to do with him anymore. 

And after recanting his story to her, K’uk’ulkan knows better than to force anything on her again. If she makes the decision for them to stay away from one another forever, he can’t kidnap her and shove her onto the presidential plane like he originally intended. He needs to accept whatever answer she gives him tonight after dinner, no matter how much it’s going to devastate him and hurt Uuka, who definitely deserves a better mother than the one he has now. 

Thinking of his son, K’uk’ulkan pulls his phone out, wanting to call the nanny. It just so happens that T’Channa is calling him from one of her new numbers. He only knows this because she’s been leaving him several voicemails. He sighs and lowers the volume of the music before finally deciding to answer her. 

“Channie. Hello.”

“Why have you been ignoring me!?” 

K’uk’ulkan smiles to himself when he hears the broken tone of her voice. She’s been crying. Good. 

“Not ignoring you, atan. I’ve been busy. I told you this.”

“You didn’t even give me a kiss goodbye.”

“Mm, I’m sure one of your boyfriends can come over and do that for you if they haven’t already.”

“I’m done with all of that, iicham. I swear. You’re my baby. My táatah. Nobody fucks me like you can and–“

“T’Channa.”

“What?”

“You should’ve realized that before you started fucking half of Talokan.” K’uk’ulkan’s jaw clenches as he tightens his grip on his phone. He hates her. Tears won’t save her. “Go on. Tell me. Who did táatah’s little whore fuck last and what did he or she do to you?”

T’Channa moans. Loudly. 

“Chaac, I love when you talk to me like that…”

“Answer me. Was it Attuma? Was his cock as big as mine and that’s why you went to him so many times? Your greedy pussy needed to get filled properly?”

“Oh, K’uk’ulkan… Have phone sex with me, Daddy. You’re turning me on so much when you talk like that.” 

He listens to the sound of her panting, knowing that she’s touching herself. She’s sick. Sexy and sick. He hates her so fucking much. 

“Channie.”

“Yes, yes!”

“I can’t have phone sex with you. I’m getting my dick wet inside another woman tonight. Goodbye.”

He hangs up abruptly, and turns his phone off when a million calls from his wife start coming in. He tosses the devices to the other side of the couch and tilts his head back, staring up at the ceiling. 

He goes over to his suitcase after a minute, taking out the folder that contains his divorce paperwork and his mother’s jade bracelet. He lays them on the coffee table for later, and by the time he’s warming everything up in the kitchen, Shuri comes walking through the door.

Her angelic smile upon seeing him is worth all the torment he’s gone through the last two years. He takes her in her arms once her purse is down, dipping her and kissing her repeatedly until she’s giggling and begging to be released. She sniffs the air and sighs blissfully. 

“Gosh, it smells amazing in here. You made dinner?”

K’uk’ulkan gestures to the table. “Have a seat. I’ll bring it all to you momentarily.”

“Oh, and the flowers! You’re so romantic. Thank you.” Shuri sits down, looking so happy and grateful. He really doesn’t want to fuck this up. 

He serves her dinner and asks about her day, waiting contently, listening to it all. It’s not until the dishes are done and they’re sipping on the cherry-flavored sparkling water that K’uk’ulkan finds the courage to ask the question he’s been dying to. 

“You said you needed time to process everything. Has it been enough?”

Shuri sets her glass aside and folds her hands on top of the table. “K’uk’ulkan, what you did to my sister was wrong. Tell me again in your own words how and why you did that to the woman you loved.”

“I was desperate. I was scared. I was selfish and weak and a coward. I thought by impregnating her, she’d forget about Cadmael and other men. I thought that she’d want me again and never leave me. I thought it would leave a good impression on voters, thinking we were a strong and happy family. I was wrong. I was wrong about everything and I was wrong for doing it to her. I paid the price and have been humiliated time and time again. It’s not something I’d ever do to you, Shuri. But I don’t regret my Miya being brought into this world. I just wish T’Channa had her under different circumstances rather than by force.”

Shuri taps her fingers delicately on the wood. “And… Did you get me pregnant because you thought it would mean I’d never leave you? Was this you trying to trap me, or something else?”

“No, Shuri. Not at all. I’ve been wanting more children and to have them with such a good woman, one I know who will treasure them and me… I couldn’t resist. It’s an urge I have in me. The idea of you carrying my baby satisfies me in ways you can’t understand.”

“And you weren’t trying to make T’Channa envious?”

“I admit that it’s a plus for her to see what could’ve been, but quite honestly, I don’t give a fuck what it makes her feel. Of course, I love to piss her off. I want her to suffer.” K’uk’ulkan can feel his blood starting to boil, his hands balling into tight fists, recalling what it was like to see her getting fucked hard by Attuma on their bed. “She ruined my life. But I had sex with you, played along with this charade the two of you created, and found happiness again because of who you are. I fell in love with you and continue to do so. You’re who I should’ve met ten years ago. The universe finally brought us together. You’re who I want. That’s why you’re having my baby. That’s why I’m going to marry you.”

Shuri breaks out into weak laughter with tears that accompany it. “K’uk’ulkan… You had so many chances to divorce her. I know you stated your reasons; religion, your children, your reputation… I know you’re changing your mind for me. I can’t help but wonder, though…” Her eyes are glossy as she smiles sadly at him. “Are you really going to leave her for me? If you stayed this long, I’m afraid her claws are too deep in you, and I’m going to get hurt by clinging onto this hope I’ll be your wife and it never happens, that I’ll be raising this baby as a single mother. Tell me I’m wrong. Show me I’m wrong. Please.”

K’uk’ulkan pushes his chair back to stand, then takes Shuri with him to the living where he picks up the folder. He shakes it gently.

“The paperwork for my divorce is inside here. You can read it to see that I’m not lying and that it’s been notarized and official. I’m taking you back to Talokan with me this weekend. We’ll have passionate, wet sex on my bed. Then I’ll serve these papers to my wife. I’ll rush the process since I have the power to do that. I’ll marry you within days in front of my country. I’ll explain what has happened to the media, that I’ve finally found my true love and you can finally live as yourself. My Shuri Almehen. First Lady Shuri. What else do you need from me to show you how serious I am about you?”

Shuri holds onto her heart. K’uk’ulkan stares her down as he drops the file onto the table. He picks up the jade bracelet next.

“Okay. So you’re still uncertain about my feelings for you. This is what we’re going to do. We’re going to sit together for the next twenty minutes until it’s midnight. A brand new day. Twenty minutes where you can think everything through. And at the end of those twenty minutes, you’re going to watch me choose you. I’m tying this bracelet around your wrist, symbolizing our engagement. You’ll be coming home with me on Saturday. We’ll make our marriage official on Sunday. You’ll be my wife until death.” 

Shuri’s breath hitches audibly as K’uk’ulkan sets the timer on the stove top for twenty minutes. He takes a seat on the couch while she falls into a chair, the two of them locking eyes in complete silence while she cries softly, not making a sound at all. He smiles at her, knowing he has her. 

The timer goes off. 

K’uk’ulkan approaches her with the bracelet, getting down on one knee. 

“There you have it. I’m all yours. Unless you don’t want me. In that case, I’ll walk out that door right now and you’ll never hear from me again. You can have an abortion but it would bring me happiness if you carry to term and let me raise our baby on my own. Life will continue on as normal. It’ll be like we never met.” K’uk’ulkan takes her hand, staring deep into her soul as her lip quivers. “But I choose you, Shuri. Do you choose me?”

She nods through all of her tears, choking out,

“Yes. I choose you.”

He wraps the bracelet snugly around her wrist, then she falls on top of him, taking them to the floor where her sweet lips touch his. 

Shuri’s eyes roll back behind her closed eyelids as President Almehen kisses her roughly, giving her pussy a squeeze while doing so. 

“I can’t believe someone as perfect as you exists, Shuri Udaku.”

When he attacks her neck, she drags her hand along the carpet of her apartment, one that she isn’t so sure she’s going to be living in much longer. She has no idea what to expect next or what’s coming. All she knows is that she’s going to be K’uk’ulkan’s wife and have the best life possible. A fairytale dream come true, complete with a dark prince.  

“You hype me up too much. You’re so handsome, intelligent, and successful. You could’ve explored your options other than your sister-in-law. You could’ve been with anyone, selected someone else to be your second wife.”

“I selected my soulmate. I’ll never question choosing you.” 

For some reason, she tears up. He’s hovering over her as his eyes take in her body as though this is his first time seeing her naked. 

“You don’t have to flatter me or flirt with me anymore,” she tells him quietly. “I already want you more than you know and I’m willing to do anything you ask of me. You’re taking good care of me and I want to give you that same care. I want to give you the love you’ve been longing for.” 

His dark brown eyes are wild and untamed against the light of the nearby candles. It’s making her feel unimaginable levels of arousal from a stare alone. 

“It is not flattery or flirtation. It’s what you bring out of me. I love making you feel special. I love having a woman who appreciates being made special. I’m always going to sweet talk you and mean every word. Open your mouth for me, beautiful.”

Her lips part and he slides two fingers inside. She instinctively sucks on them, mixing her saliva around and rolling her tongue across them as she maintains heated eye contact with the president. He’s completely naked and his large cock is prodding at her belly and making her burn hotter than candle wicks.

“That’s my good girl. Let them go now.”

Her mouth opens again and he slides his glistening fingers out. They’re brought down to her clit and when the slick pads make contact, she jolts and moans at the pleasurable feeling. As he continues to gently circle her and lightly trace her folds, he leans down and whispers against the pulse point of her throat. 

“Allow me to take care of you in my own special way sometimes as well, Princess. Sometimes a man needs to have control.” His digits dip down occasionally to press at her hole and she’s practically drooling at the feeling. Her eyes are crossing so much from the pleasure that she closes them. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a love like this. A woman like you. A brain so intelligent, a face so beautiful, a heart so kind, and a pussy so wet… You amaze me, my Shuri.” 

She moans and presses down on his fingers, feeling like she’s approaching her death at this rate. He’s deliciously overwhelming, too much and yet never enough, a craving of hers that’s consistently needed.

She barely hears whatever words escape her lips as her brain whites out and she climaxes loudly, the waves of her orgasm fizzing up her body. As she basks in the warm glow of her aftershocks, she’s dimly aware of her man kissing down her body, licking at her navel, and burying his face in between her legs. He presses his lips against her hot, steamy core, swollen from what his fingers did to her, and she whimpers as his tongue laps her clean. She’s trembling with need and clutching that beautiful head of hair. 

“K’uk’ulkan,” she pleads. “Oh, táatah… Fuck me to sleep…I need you…”

And as soon as she makes the request, he appears above her, his lips in a delicate smile and her legs on his broad shoulders. He impales her with his throbbing cock and she screams out, clutching the blanket underneath her sweaty body. The wet squelch of him bottoming out with each thrust is louder than any noise they vocalize. She rocks her hips into him as much as her positioning allows. The glide of his cock as it thrusts slowly in and out of her causes pure starlight to burn in her core and travel up her spine. Her head is swimming in pleasure as each pump punches into her G-spot. 

“You’re so good to your new wife,” Shuri murmurs as she tries to open her eyes, wanting to see how hot he looks dominating her. She’s not disappointed when she sees the sweat trickling down from his temples and elsewhere, making the rest of his solid body glisten. He presses his warm lips to her ankle bone and lets her legs slide down so he can lean down over her to capture her mouth into a wet, wet kiss. Her legs automatically hook around his thick waist and she clings to him as he speeds up, fucking her hard toward completion. Tears stream down her cheeks due to how perfect this all feels and her pussy pulsates as he grinds into her. 

“And you’re so good to your táatah,” he whispers into her neck as he wiggles a hand in between their bodies to flick at her clit. “So good that you’re going to come for him, yes?” 

“Oh, yes!” Shuri cries out, her manicured nails scratching into his back. “Yes, yes, yes! Please, please, please…” 

Her clit pulsates, and the rest of her cunt spasms in answer. Her walls clench around him and she milks him, pulsating and convulsing underneath this big, strong, mature man. He rails into her, his breath hot and moist on her shoulder as he closes his eyes and fucks her with a single-mindedness to his own completion. He comes with a growl and a hard, deep thrust into her, leaving them both panting heavily and sweating.  

K’uk’ulkan lifts his head and takes a look at his Shuri while she’s in this blissed-out state, looking so serene and gorgeous in the afterglow of both her orgasm and the dying embers from the candles. 

His chest hurts more than it already does when she tenderly touches his cheek and smiles. 

“I’m so tired. Can we sleep here tonight?”

He cracks a grin. “On the floor, baby? I’m nearly fifty. I’ll be paying for it in the morning.”

She yawns exhaustively, flipping her body until she’s snuggled up against him, cuddling her big man. 

“Aren’t I worth it, though?”

“You most certainly are.” K’uk’ulkan grabs his shirt and parts her legs. Her eyes open when she feels him dabbing the material against her soaked pussy.

“You’re seriously using that to clean me?”

“I want T’Channa to smell you.”

“Shuri Ramonda Udaku!”

Both Shuri and K’uk’ulkan groan at the sound of her mother’s voice, being woken from their deep sleep that their hot and rough sex put them into last night. They couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. It takes Shuri a few seconds to scramble upward with K’uk’ulkan, keeping the throw blanket over their bodies. 

“Mama! I didn’t give you a key so you could barge in here whenever you feel like it!” 

“Well, I’m certainly glad that I did! I came over to surprise you with some scones and I find you naked on the floor with your brother-in-law! On a work day, no less!”

“Shit,” Shuri whispers, checking the time on her watch. She’s going to have to rush to make it to the campus on time. She looks at K’uk’ulkan, who doesn’t seem fazed by any of this. “I’m so sorry. I have to get ready for work.” 

“Go ahead.” K’uk’ulkan rubs her back, then grins up at an unamused Ramonda. “I’d love to spend a day with my dear mother-in-law.”

“Ha! Good! I’ve got several bones to pick with you!”

Shuri groans into her hands. 

Nothing good is going to come from the two of them hanging out, but she can’t control either one. She also can’t be late for work and when there’s a chance she’ll be resigning prematurely if she ends up living in Talokan after the weekend is over. 

“Behave. Both of you.”

K’uk’ulkan strolls down the sidewalk with Ramonda, a coffee cup in one hand and another in his pocket. They’re getting some looks from people who happen to recognize him. Phones are going off. He doesn’t care. 

“You’re sickening,” Ramonda whispers harshly. “Absolutely sickening. How do you marry one of my daughters and take the innocence of another!?”

“I took the innocence of both your daughters, but that’s besides the point.” He sips his coffee while receiving a death glare. “Oh. Don’t look at me like that. You don’t know my wife. You gave her up. You only care about Shuri, which is why we’re talking now.”

“I care about any woman being used by a man! You have a beautiful wife and kids! Why torment my Shuri!?”

“Your Shuri started this when T’Channa and her switched lives for the summer. I thought I was making love to my wife. Learned the truth and fell in love. She did, too. No tormenting involved.” K’uk’ulkan sips his coffee again. “Just hot and passionate nights.”

“You beast! You scoundrel!” Ramonda scolds, and K’uk’ulkan can’t help but grin. He finally sees where the twins get their good looks and tempers from. “I rebuke you in the name of Bast! Leave my baby alone!”

“Your baby loves me, Ms. Ramonda. I’m leaving T’Channa for her. I have the divorce papers ready if you don’t believe me.”

She closes her mouth. Her eyebrows shoot up. 

“My daughter is marrying the president of Talokan?”

“She is.”

Ramonda crosses her arms and taps her foot, struggling to come up with something. She’s clearly pleased by this development.

“I thought you were using her.”

“No, ma’am.”

“You have children. Shuri has never been the motherly type.”

“She did a damn fine job with my son and daughter. Oh. She’s also pregnant with my third, so…”

“She’s what!?” Ramonda whips her phone out immediately. While she calls Shuri and drills into the voicemail, K’uk’ulkan can feel his own phone vibrating in his back pocket. 

It’s his social media manager.

He was hoping it was Happy confirming a job has been completed. 

“Talk to me.”

“Photos of you being seen with an older woman are going viral at the moment, Mr. President! What’s going on?”

K’uk’ulkan laughs, knowing T’Channa has to be seeing it. 

“Don’t worry about this one. Let people draw their own conclusions. We’ll talk later.” 

T’Channa can’t believe this. 

Not only is K’uk’ulkan cheating on her, but he’s cheating with an older woman. A gorgeous one, too. It’s worse than seeing the viral ones of him with Shuri, because at least people assumed it was T’Channa. Allegations of K’uk’ulkan having an affair are spreading like wildfire and T’Channa feels both hurt and humiliated.

She needs to do something about this in case it gets out of hand. She’s fearful of what the next step might be if he’s cheating. Is he really going to divorce her now? Has this woman made him decide he can go against his religion? Is T’Channa about to lose her K’uk’ulkan? 

No. 

No, she won’t allow that kind of embarrassment to not only have her man taken from her, but be known as President Almehen’s ex-wife for the rest of her life. 

She leaves Uuka and Miya in the care of Zyanya without a word to anyone where she’s going. 

A few hours of traveling have brought T’Channa to a cheap motel. Relief washes over her when she hears the knock. She opens the door and sees a very pissed-off Cadmael. 

“Thank Chaac you came. I didn’t think you recieved my message.”

“You have some nerve talking to me after the shit you pulled.”

Fuck. Of course, Cadmael had to come by at some point during the summer. Shuri must’ve done something stupid and sent him away. 

“Look, whatever happened, that wasn’t me. I have a twin sister.”

“Bullshit.”

“I can have my father confirm it for you if you don’t want to believe me! My mother took her and gave me to my father at the hospital when we were born. I discovered her this summer. We switched lives for a bit so I could enjoy myself away from K’uk’ulkan and the kids. I don’t know what the fuck she did to you or said to you, but it doesn’t reflect how I feel whatsoever. You going to come in or not?”

Cadmael takes a few deep breaths before entering the room, locking the door behind him. 

“You better not be lying to me.”

T’Channa clutches the back of his head and pulls him into a deep kiss. His erection hardens against her and she grinds herself against it the way she used to, making him groan.

“Fuck… Now this…” Cadmael kneads her ass once his big hands travel underneath her dress. “This  is you.”

She shoves him onto the bed, lying on top of him, letting his hands do whatever they please while she stares down at him. 

“There’s something I have to tell you, Daddy,” she whimpers like a victim, rubbing herself against him more to get him in the mood and high on her love. 

He’s taking the bait, shoving her ass up and down to create more friction. She moans extra loud, wanting to turn him on so much. 

“That’s my Channie. Shit…” He kisses her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth and making her wetter. “What’s going on?

“It’s K’uk’ulkan. There’s something you need to know about him. Something dark.”

He’s breathless after some more movements and suctioning on her neck and face. “Tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”

T’Channa forces herself to cry, which leads to the governor turning her onto her back so he can take care of her tears, gently kissing them away and stroking her cheek. 

“It’s so awful. I don’t think you want to know.”

“What’s going on, Channie? What did he do?”  

She pouts, always adding the dramatics to everything she does, wanting to really pull on the heartstrings of the second man she uses. 

“Do you remember when we fucked in the parking lot? And I told you K’uk’ulkan and I were going through something?”

“How could I forget?”

T’Channa places her cheek on his chest, sniffling and looking at the wall when she can feel true pain attacking her system, recalling her past with her husband. 

“He locked me in a cabin and raped me for nearly a month until I became pregnant with Miya. He wouldn’t let me leave. He drugged me. He removed my IUD by force. He showed his true colors and he’s an absolute monster.”

Cadmael wraps his strong arms around her. “Oh, sweet Channie… I’m sorry you went through all of that. I wish you could’ve said something at the time. We could’ve reported him.”

“I didn’t want him to lose his presidency and I don’t want him to do that now. The only reason I’m telling you all of this is because I’m afraid he’s going to divorce me. I’m going to blackmail him when he tries and I want you to be a witness for me to apply pressure.”

Cadmael kisses her lips gently, looking so concerned for her. 

“Why not just accept the divorce and become a single woman like you crave?”

“Because K’uk’ulkan is my husband. I’m not leaving him. It’s the same reason why you haven’t divorced your wife. We love them. They just don’t please us anymore.” 

Cadmael nods in understanding. He’s like K’uk’ulkan, a family man trying to uphold a wholesome image. Nobody knows how nasty he can get. 

“Why do you believe he’s going to divorce you now when he hasn’t all those other times?”

“Because he’s being stupid and confused and fucking another woman. I gave him a free pass when he was sleeping with my sister, but that’s because she was pretending to be me. This is intentional with someone else. An old lady, too.”

“How do you know that isn’t a ruse and he isn’t continuing to see your sister?”

“Please. He doesn’t even know she exists.” 

T’Channa has gotten her panties off while saying that, and it doesn’t take Cadmael long to slide into her. Her nails dig into his back as he thrusts, hitting those special spots.

Táatah’s little whore…

“K’uk’ulkan,” she sighs his name into Cadmael’s ear, and Shuri hears the name of his wife in return. 

See?

They love their spouses. 

And T’Channa isn’t giving up K’uk’ulkan without a fight. 

Chapter Text

“You are twenty-eight years old and an intelligent woman! I cannot believe you allowed this to happen!” Ramonda scolds her daughter as the couple sit on the couch of Shuri’s apartment. K’uk’ulkan hasn’t taken his arm off from around her the entire time. Ramonda hasn’t stopped lecturing her since K’uk’ulkan let the pregnancy slip. Well…

Knowing him, it wasn’t much of an accident. 

“Mama, K’uk’ulkan already told you that we’re getting married this weekend! Doesn’t that make it okay? I’m only a few weeks along. By the time the baby is born, nobody will be able to put the two and two together and think I conceived during the honeymoon or something.” 

Ramonda crosses her arms, stopping in front of the president of Talokan and glaring down at him. “So he says. I’ve heard many a man promise marriage during my courting and not once has it come to fruition!”

“Mrs. Udaku, you’re such a beautiful woman. I can’t believe you’ve never been married.” 

Ramonda opens and closes her mouth a few times. Shuri tries not to smile, watching yet another person falling for K’uk’ulkan’s charm. 

“That is not the point I’m trying to make. Now that my daughter is carrying your child, I expect you to make good of your promise of making her your wife. She will not be a single mother. I will not be the primary babysitter. If you do not marry her as you say you will, I’m getting someone to put a curse on you.”

“Gosh, mother,” Shuri mumbles, starting to get embarrassed. Her mother clearly knows Shuri’s age, yet she still gets talked to as though she’s an unruly teenager. “If I have faith in him, there’s no reason you shouldn’t. I’m the one who knows him. We’ll be raising this baby together as husband and wife, along with his son and daughter. We’re all going to be a family.”

Ramonda breathes in and out through her nose, watching K’uk’ulkan tighten his arm around Shuri. 

“How old are you again?”

“48, ma’am.”

“And your next term for the presidency is a guarantee?” 

“My approval ratings have skyrocketed higher since Shuri came into my life. There’s no doubt in my mind I’ll continue being president after this term is completed.” 

Ramonda begins tapping her foot, still searching for an argument to be made. There’s not much when it’s guaranteed her daughter is going to be married to a very rich and powerful man. 

“What does T’Channa think about all of this?”

“I am taking Shuri with me to Talokan tomorrow morning to have a very civil conversation with her. Our marriage has been over for years. I just need to have her make it official with me by signing off on the divorce papers.”

“And how do I know that she won’t try to hurt my Shuri?”

“Because I’ll snap her thin neck if she tries,” K’uk’ulkan says, quickly and darkly. Then he smiles when Ramonda appears uneasy. “I’m joking. It’s my way of saying you have nothing to worry about. Shuri was safe in my care during the entire summer. She’ll be safe in my care now.” 

Ramonda now looks at Shuri, her expression softening. “What are you going to do about the university? About Wakanda? Are you leaving me forever?”

“We haven’t fully decided what’s going on. All we know is that we want to marry each other. With K’uk’ulkan being the president of Talokan, I’d imagine I’d be living there the majority of the time and working at the university we’re building. It won’t matter if I leave a bad impression here because… Well, my man is the president of the country so I’ll get a job secured no matter what.”

“That’s right, Princess.” K’uk’ulkan squeezes her shoulder. “My babies will always have a good life. You’re more than welcomed to move to Talokan with us, Ms. Udaku. We have a lot of space inside the mansion.”

“Ha! I’m not giving up Wakanda for anything. Although I wouldn’t mind vacationing there often if need be.” Ramonda thinks of something else, her arms lowering to her sides. “You two mentioned the wedding is taking place on Sunday. How will I be able to view it?” 

“I’ll have my assistant send you a link. It’s going to be a televised celebration.”

Ramonda arches an eyebrow, impressed. “Oh? Like a royal wedding? I’m intrigued. Won’t your nation find it odd you’re marrying your wife’s twin out of nowhere?”

“It doesn’t matter what they think. I’ll do an interview either before or after explaining the situation in an appropriate way.” K’uk’ulkan burns her with his stare. “Sometimes, you find your true love in your sister-in-law.” 

The mother cackles as she plops down on the couch beside Shuri, picking up the remote and muttering a thank you to Bast for allowing her a chance to sit. 

“I find it rather amusing that the two of you believe that T’Channa is going to be completely fine with any of this. I don’t care what that brat did. She hasn’t left you this far into your marriage. She’s not going to make it easy for it to happen now.”

“I never gave her that opportunity. She’s going to hear it soon. Loud and clear.”

K’uk’ulkan sits across from his long-legged sweetheart, admiring her as he sips lightly from his glass of whiskey. They’re soaring through the clouds, inching closer and closer to Talokan. 

He’s looking right at his soon-to-be-wife.

The mother of his third child and plenty more. 

“Shuri.”

She flickers her gorgeous eyes away from the window to make contact with him. “Hm?”

“Forgive me if I’ve failed to mention this yet, but Uuka is aware of who you are. He’s the one who encouraged me to see you this soon.” 

“Oh, yes! He was begging me not to leave Talokan the first time because he didn’t want his real mother coming back. I didn’t think he’d tell you that he knew who I was the entire time, though.”

“He’s such an intelligent young man. Wise beyond his years. He’s my boy.” K’uk’ulkan’s head tilts back slightly, relaxing into his seat while he smiles sadly, thinking about Uuka. “I’ve failed him too many times to count.” 

“With the way that boy loves you? I don’t call it failing.”

“Shuri, I’ve allowed him to be a witness to his mother’s affairs. I've allowed him to stay in school despite knowing he’s get bullied for her scandals. I’ve allowed T’Channa to mistreat them and most of all, I mistreated the woman who birthed him. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t run away from home to live with T’Chaka or someone else permanently.”

Shuri moves to sit next to him, her touch on his thigh healing as always. “Don’t say that. He loves you so much. I know he loves T’Channa, too. He’s happy whenever you’re happy. I know you give him all the affection and attention when possible. I think his pain lies within his relationship with T’Channa.” She rests her head on his shoulder now. “Whatever happens following this divorce, I think you should allow visits still and encourage T’Channa to spend time with Uuka and Miya. I think she’s capable of loving them once she’s finally free from her mean old husband.”

K’uk’ulkan grasps her chin, angling her face towards him after her little tease. He presses his lips against hers softly, his free hand gliding up and down the side of her lithe body. 

“My sweet baby is always thinking about other people and what’s good for them. I hear you, and I’ll let it happen, but for the next few hours, I’m going to need you to lose that sweetness.” K’uk’ulkan plays with one of her curls, his other hand now finding the crotch of her panties and squeezing oh, so lightly. He grins, feeling the dampness of it on his palm. “Mm. Can you do that for me, Princess? Can you be a very bad girl and make your sister cry?”

“Yes,” she sighs, eyes scanning his lips before she strokes them with her tongue. K’uk’ulkan’s the one groaning now when she touches his erection firmly. “She deserves to see you fucking a woman who loves you.”

K’uk’ulkan growls, forcing himself away from her, not wanting to waste any energy until they’re inside the master bedroom. He gives her one rough kiss before pulling out his phone, calling Namora. 

“Can you do a huge favor for me, Mora? I’m going to need you to keep everyone out of the house today except for T’Channa.”

“She’s already gone, caazucum. Went shopping with one of her friends, from what I’ve heard. I can’t believe her. I thought she was changing for the better after how she behaved this summer.” 

K’uk’ulkan laughs shortly, smacking a hand against Shuri’s ass. “There’s no changing her. Everything will be how it should soon. Trust your cousin. Please keep everyone out and busy.” 

“Got it.”

After the plane lands and they’re dropped off in front of the mansion, K’uk’ulkan carries Shuri up the staircase with one hand on her bottom, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He doesn’t know how he makes it to the bedroom without falling and without their lips separating. 

He drops her onto the mattress, where she spreads her legs in an instant and gives him a seductive smile. He places a finger against his lips as he calls T’Channa’s number, winking at her. 

“This is all for show, my love,” he whispers, and she nods in understanding. 

T’Channa’s voice on the other end has veins popping in his forehead already. 

“What do you want, iicham?”

“I’m home, Channie.” He removes his belt, folds it in half, and spanks Shuri’s lower thigh playfully before tossing it to the side. “Home and horny as fuck. Where are you?”

“Oh, didn’t get enough of that old pussy or what!?”

K’uk’ulkan’s eyebrows crease. “What are you talking about, atan?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know you went viral during your little vacation. I saw you. I can’t believe you’d do that to me, with that woman! Am I not enough for you suddenly!?” 

K’uk’ulkan holds back his laughter upon realizing she’s talking about her own mother. 

“It’s not what you think, baby.”

“You said you were getting your dick wet inside her!”

“I’ll tell you all about her. You’ll be surprised. Just come home to táatah.” K’uk’ulkan makes eye contact with Shuri, playing with the waistband of his pants and throbbing. “Let me fuck the shit out of you as an apology for upsetting you. I know you love how huge I am. I know you love seeing how creamy you leave my cock after I get you soaked. There’s nothing like your first, Channie. Nothing. Nobody can dick you down like your husband can.”

There’s a soft whimper and a moan heard at the same time. Both women are making noises for him, something he would’ve considered entertaining in the past but Shuri is the only one for him now. 

“Coming, baby.”

“You will.”

K’uk’ulkan hangs up. T’Channa’s fallen for the trap and will be walking through those doors any minute to find her husband fucking her sister. That same sister who is giving him the most lustful, desperate eyes. 

His own pupils are blown wide, breaths shallow but heavy as he stares down at her. 

“I need you…Always going to need you. Fuck, Shuri. Only you can help me. Do you think you could?”

“Mm…You might need to define what you need a little better than that, President Almehen.” 

He grabs her chin to direct her attention to his face.

“Do you need me to spell it out for you, pretty girl? I’ve wanted to fuck you since we boarded that plane. I can’t contain myself any longer. I can’t stay away from you. Ever.” 

He stares at her plump lips before leaning in to place a soft, experimental kiss. He groans at the taste. 

“You’re so sweet, Shuri. Too sweet. Too pure, even after all the filthy things I’ve done to you.”

She exhales sharply, and he withdraws to look at her needy expression.

“I can’t believe you remained untouched until you came my way. I was your first. I’m going to be your last. Isn’t that right?”

He can almost hear how fast her heart is racing, threatening to burst out of her chest. 

“Yes… I’m nothing like my sister. She’s had so many men. So many. You’re always going to be it for me, K’uk’ulkan.”

He feels a wave of this incredible urge once more, his cock hardening even further at the thought of ruining her completely for eternity. A woman made for him. Nobody else. 

He pulls her up with him as he leads her to the edge of the bed. He spreads her legs apart and steps in between them, pulling her in for another kiss. He whispers to her lips once he has the chance. 

“Are you going to be satisfied fucking yourself on my cock for the rest of your life?”

She feels the heat rushing through her body, the familiar burning sensation rushing down to her core growing more intense, tumbling into an inferno with every kiss.

“Tell me, baby.”

She nods, whispering a breathy, “Yes. You’re so huge and amazing and hit it right every damn time. I’d never look in the direction of any other man. I know what I have. I know what you have. I never want you to stop making me feel good.”

He groans into the kiss as his hands pull her skirt up over her ass, pushing himself closer to grind his clothed erection against her core. He nips at her lips when he hears her small whines, and pulls back with a frustrated noise rumbling from his throat. 

“You’ve kept me waiting too long. Enough.” 

He drops down to his knees in front of her, spreading her legs further as she lies back on the bed. He swiftly pulls her panties down to expose her tight little slit for him, and he licks his lips in anticipation, no longer able to contain himself. 

“Mine,”  he whispers, moreso to himself before giving her clit a kiss. She breathes out quietly, and he dives in once more to let his tongue taste her.

“Mine,” he repeats with a soft moan as he alternates between licks and kisses, finally drawing out more noises from her. It still isn’t enough, though. He wants her to be a screaming mess for him, begging for more.

“Delicious and wet, all for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes… ” Shuri whimpers out, not able to focus as she clutches the sheets. K’uk’ulkan easily slides one finger into her cunt while still licking at her clit, moaning once more when he feels her pussy already tightening around his finger.

“You’re going to come already, my angel? Have you been expecting this?”

“Mmhm… You have that effect on me, K’uk’ulkan…”

“You’re perfect.” K’uk’ulkan slides a second finger in, curling them slightly to provide a pressure towards her sensitive spot as he finds it. She bucks her hips against his fingers as her moans grow louder, and her cunt gets wetter and drips down to his knuckles until there’s a wet spot growing on the sheets.

“My good girl loves this… Look how fucking dripping wet you are,” he growls out, speeding up his fingers whilst licking her clit faster. She whines out when she finally comes, back arching and pussy pulsating as it contracts in a vice grip around his fingers. He keeps fucking her with his fingers, digging deeper to draw out the most beautiful sounds of her painful cries of overstimulation.

“Too much….” Shuri whimpers out, but he continues.

“But you feel so fucking good, it sounds so sexy when you whine for me..”

“Mm… so… so sensitive, Táatah…”

K’uk’ulkan’s lips curl up in a wicked smile, finally pulling his fingers out of her, smearing the wetness on his fingers over her clit as he slowly rubs her sensitive nub in circles, drawing more twitches from her body. He fucking loves it.

“Oh, you’re so precious, my Shuri. Better pussy than T’Channa’s. No wonder I couldn’t wait to impregnate you.” 

He stands up again, admiring the view of her completely messy wetness.

“Now…” He pauses while he lowers his pants and underwear down to his hips to pull his painfully hard erection out. “I’m going to claim what’s mine. Again.”

Shuri spreads her legs further when he positions himself between her legs, lips parted and breathing heavily while looking up at him, “Please…”

His lip twitches as if he wants to smile at her current state, so fucking beautiful. And all for him.

“You want my cock that badly?”

She nods, wanting to cry for it if she has to. His sex must have some magic spell to it.  “Yes, please…”

“Your first, last, and only…” He hisses out when he lines himself up with her entrance, finally pushing himself in without letting her adjust properly. She sobs, a mix between pain and pleasure in her voice, the perfect sound in his ears as he moans softly with her.

“Your cunt feels so fucking good already… And it’s all mine to use forever.”

He places his hands on her waist to pull her down a little until her ass hangs off of the mattress, giving him the perfect angle to thrust himself into her roughly, drawing more moans from her throat.

“I’m gonna use your little pussy every single day from now on, this is the only thing I want you to do for me. Nothing else. No cooking, no cleaning, no expectations. All you have to do is be mine.”

She nods, chanting out 'yes’ with every snap of his hips becoming faster and rougher. His eyes are blown wide with desire and admiration at the way her body sinfully bounces beneath his ministrations.

“I love you. I love you, I fucking love fucking you…..” K’uk’ulkan growls out, making a point out of every word with a thrust, the wet slippery noises of his skin slapping against hers is music to his ears.

His cock hardens further inside of her, reaching spots nobody ever will. She cries , arching her back for him when she feels her second orgasm building inside of her like an incoming wave.

K’uk’ulkan slows down when he feels her pussy tightening, lifting her up to carry her. He sits down on the mattress with her on top of him, Shuri leaning over to place her palms on his shoulders to keep herself in place. He roughly grabs her ass to bounce her up and down on his cock, the raw strength in his hips and arms making it more than easy for her to ride him.

He nips and kisses at her breasts, leaving small love marks here and there and admiring the way her skin bruises from his lips. He grows greedier, fucking up into her with less rhythm as he feels his own high reaching him. 

“I’m gonna fill your little pussy up with my cum. Your first. Your only. You’re mine, baby, you’re mine. Tell me.”

He growls as he bites her neck, this time definitely rougher than before as he listens to the beautiful noises of her pain, pleasure and incoherent attempts of telling him that she’s his. Her cunt squeezes him tightly when she comes for the second time, mewling and purring.

“Ah! So fucking good, táatah!”

K’uk’ulkan tears his gaze away from her blissed-out state when he hears the doorknob turning. 

His wife’s always had impeccable timing. 

T’Channa ditched her date while he was in the bathroom, getting a ride from someone else as soon as she could. She just bought the sexiest green lingerie, knowing that K’uk’ulkan is going to remove it with his teeth and lather her up with his tongue. 

It gets her wet in the backseat just thinking about it. 

They’re both terrible fucking people, but that’s what makes the sex so good. She knew whatever he had going on with that older woman was a complete misunderstanding and he was messing with her about fucking her. K’uk’ulkan would never cheat on her. He’s obsessed with her and in love with her and wants to honor Chaac the best way that he can. 

She’s going to be the best wife ever from now on. She’s got everything out of her system, has experienced so much, and now she’s ready to settle down, behave, and be a good mother, too. She’s going to make her K’uk’ulkan proud. 

T’Channa is nearly skipping towards the mansion, her grin remaining until she enters. 

“You’re mine, baby, you’re mine. Tell me.”

“What the fuck!?” T’Channa shrieks, dropping her lingerie and darting upstairs to her bedroom where the sounds of sex and her husband can be heard. 

“Ah! So fucking good, táatah!”

T’Channa’s eyes widen. 

No. 

No, it fucking can’t be.

T’Channa yanks the door open to find her sister bouncing on the cock of her husband. Rage takes over any other emotion, decimating betrayal and hurt. 

“My fucking sister!?”

T’Channa charges towards them, ready to grab Shuri by the neck and start beating on her. Before she can lay a hand on her, K’uk’ulkan gets her throat and pins her onto the mattress. 

“Calm yourself, Channie,” he pants, smirking at her as his glistening body refuses to stop fucking into Shuri. “I’m not done yet.”

T’Channa starts kicking her legs in a tantrum, causing the mistress to rock even more. She bites at his arm, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it all. 

Neither does her slutty, dumb ass sister. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Oh, K’uk’ulkan! I’m all yours!” 

T’Channa’s eyes start to water and her teeth are bared as she’s forced to witness this. Oh. Oh, these two motherfuckers have another thing coming. 

“Mine,” K’uk’ulkan snarls out before holding Shuri’s ass in a bruising grasp, pushing her down on his cock whilst bucking his hips up into her, stilling when he cums in hot, pulsating ropes to fill her pussy up at last. He hisses out curses and praises, staying like this for a moment as he rains kisses all over Shuri’s neck and chest.

She’s like a ragdoll on top of him, breathing heavily and whimpering when he rubs circles on her marked ass. They’re both pretending that T’Channa isn’t on the mattress next to them, screaming her lungs out and clawing K’uk’ulkan. 

K’uk’ulkan nudges Shuri’s head to make her look up at him, her cheek pressed against his chest as her doe eyes stare back up at him. His hand moves up her back to play with her hair, leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead and inhale her scent before whispering,

“You belong to me, and I belong to you. Let me handle her now.”

In a hasty move, K’uk’ulkan gets his pants back on and manages to sling T’Channa over his shoulder before she can attack Shuri. She pounds on his sweaty back as he carries her towards his office. 

“You piece of shit! My sister! What the fuck!?”

“Oh, Channie. This is far from the first time you’ve caught us fucking.” 

T’Channa’s eyes widen, and then she’s thrown onto the office couch with K’uk’ulkan straddling her. He’s squeezing her neck tightly, choking her out while he speaks close to her mouth and she’s crying. 

“That’s right. I knew the whole fucking time. There’s no way you’d ever change. You could never be her.”

K’uk’ulkan flips her around roughly. His cock is pressed into her ass now while one hand holds onto the back of her head, forcing it to remain upward while he slams a piece of paper in front of her face. 

“I filed for divorce. Sign it. Now. We both get what we want.”

T’Channa takes one look at the official document before she starts laughing hysterically, taking her time to look over her shoulder and up at her sexy husband. 

“Stop fucking laughing and sign it before I force you to!”

“Oh, iicham. I’m not going anywhere, handsome. Get off of me and I’ll tell you why.”

“I’m not doing shit until you sign.”

“I told Cadmael what you did to me in that cabin three years ago.” T’Channa’s smirk turns into a smile when K’uk’ulkan’s entire demeanor changes. He’s finally crawling off her while and she stands in front of him, hands on her hips and feeling proud seeing his chest heaving in fear. “So you could go ahead and make me sign those divorce papers, but here’s what’s going to happen. The entire country is going to know the kind of man you truly are.”

“K’uk’ulkan,” Shuri whimpers, now standing in the doorway. T’Channa flashes her teeth at her. 

“Oh, hey sis. Time for you to get a ride back to the airport and never come back. You fucking bitch.”

“She’s not going anywhere, Channie, and if you don’t watch your fucking mouth, your body is never leaving this office.”

T’Channa laughs. Damn, he really did fall in love with that boring ass imitation of her. 

“See, I planned for that, too. Cadmael has a powerful news anchor on speed dial. If he doesn’t hear back from me in about an hour, he’s airing everything I told him. Your options are simple, baby. Shuri leaves, we stay together, and the world and your children continue believing you’re a wonderful man. Or you could throw everything away for a silly divorce. Uuka will hate you. The country will hate you. But hey, at least you have a clone of me to cry with.”

K’uk’ulkan is at a loss for words. T’Channa waits. Shuri makes up his mind for him. 

“I’m leaving,” she sniffles. “I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“Shuri, wait!”

K’uk’ulkan runs after her, leaving T’Channa sighing and slowly following after them. She sees Shuri running through the door by the time she’s at the end of the staircase, followed by K’uk’ulkan chasing her. The rest of the family is in the foyer, gasping when they see T’Channa after just witnessing Shuri passing them by. 

“Holy shit!” Namora exclaims with obvious dread. “There’s two of them!?”

Shuri is prevented from opening the door of the limo when K’uk’ulkan slides in front of it, both of their eyes red from all their tears. They cling to one another, unsure of what’s happening next. 

“I’ll take care of everything. I’m not letting her fuck with my life and everything I’ve worked hard for. I’m not letting her fuck with us.”

“K’uk’ulkan… I don’t think this is one of those things you can easily fix. She ran her mouth to a powerful person. I won’t risk anything happening to you or your children. I won’t be the reason it does. I think…” Shuri’s voice breaks, not able to do this. “I think it has to be over for now. I don’t know. I love you. I love you.”

“Shuri,” he murmurs before she’s missing him desperately, tearfully, their hands never wanting to let each other go. 

“I love you,” she says again, and K’uk’ulkan inhales her before their eyes meet. There’s a fire in his gaze now. 

“She’s going to learn the type of man she truly married. We’ll be together soon, Shuri. I promise you that.”

She nods with her throat raw, then slips into the limo when she sees T’Channa knocking on the window as a warning. As Shuri leaves the Almehen estate, she also witnesses the sweet faces of Uuka and Miya, who are crying and pleading silently for her to come back. Shuri falls against the seat, one hand gently on her belly as she tries to calm herself down and not risk anything happening to the baby. 

She knew that playing with fire was going to get her burnt, but she didn’t expect it to incinerate her. 

“Come here, wife,” K’uk’ulkan snarls, snatching T’Channa by the wrist and yanking her up the stairs. 

“Baba!” Uuka cries from down below. “Where’d Shuri go!?”

“You fucking told him, too!?” T’Channa whispers harshly, and then she screams when he shoves her against his bookshelf, choking her hard enough to gag her. 

“You’re the most stupid fucking woman I’ve ever known,” he hisses. “You just had to tell that man.”

“Relax,” she manages, eyes close to crossing as her tongue darts out. “I told him not to do it. Choke me harder, táatah.” 

“You really think he gives a fuck what you say or don’t say!? He has dirt on me he’s been needing for years. Your days are being married to president will be over and so will all your privileges.” K’uk’ulkan shakes her, her eyes filling with terror now once she’s realizing things. “Do you think he’s going to leave his wife once he’s elected and marry you? You’re just a prostitute he fucks for free. You’re nothing to him and you’re nothing to me. You fucked up, T’Channa, and I’ll tell you this much right now.”

When she’s starting to hit the bookshelf weakly, signaling that she’s running out of oxygen, K’uk’ulkan drops her to the floor. While she’s gasping for air, he gets on one knee. 

“If I lose Uuka and Miya because of you, I won’t hesitate to drag you to the river I met you in and drown you.” 

Uuka’s been hearing his parents fighting all night. Miss Zyanya said during dinner that they’re going through something that they’ll be stronger together once it’s over, but Uuka doesn’t believe that. 

Mama did something to send Shuri away. 

And now Baba and Mama are fighting worse than ever before. 

Uuka doesn’t want this. Not anymore. He’s spent too many years listening to his parents arguing and calling each other mean names and hurting each other. He wants to go somewhere safe. He wants to be with Shuri. 

So he gets out of bed, packing up his small bag with as much that he can. When he turns around to see Miya in the doorway, he freezes. She’s wiping her eye.

“Where Uuka going?”

“Go back to bed, Sisi. I’m leaving. You can’t come.”

“No! Miya wanna go! Miya wanna go!” 

When his sister is about to have a breakdown that could alert his parents or grandmother, Uuka rushes to her room with her and fills up her bag with everything he thinks she’ll need. 

He doesn’t want to leave her all alone in this mess. 

They sneak outside together where Uuka attaches her wagon to his bike. The two children disappear in the middle of the night, their parents thinking they’re safe and sound in their bedrooms. 

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“Are you going to explain why you’re home early, crying in the car, with no wedding band on your finger?”

“Oh, Mama…” Shuri throws her arms around her mother after Ramonda has parked safely near the airport. She buries her face into Ramonda’s shoulder. “K’uk’ulkan tried to get T’Channa to sign the divorce papers, but she did something terrible. She basically blackmailed him with his rival politician, and if that man decides to go public with some information, K’uk’ulkan’s and his children’s lives will be ruined! T’Channa said it would happen if our relationship continued so I had no other choice but to come home! I don’t want the Almehens to suffer!”

“Shuri…” Ramonda pulls Shuri back, hands squeezing her shoulders, speaking softly yet sternly. “What information does T’Channa have against him? The affair between you and her husband?”

“No. She cheated all the time on him and it has been widely reported in Talokan. It’s something that K’uk’ulkan did to her in the past.”

Ramonda’s eyelids lower. “What did he do?”

“Mama, it’s not my story to share.”

“It is if you expect me to be okay with the man my daughter is marrying! What did he do, Shuri?” 

“Nothing!” Shuri nearly shouts, then slinks away towards the door, lowering her voice in shame. “Nothing, Mama. It doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m not going to be marrying him.”

Ramonda’s gaze becomes fiercer. Shuri probably shouldn’t have called her to pick her up, but the two of them are stuck together now. 

“No marriage, yet you’re carrying his child?”

“Yes.” Shuri swallows painfully. “It seems to be that way.”

“Are you giving this child up for adoption?”

“No, Mother! I want to keep my baby!” She touches her flat stomach, sniffling. “K’uk’ulkan loves me, and I love him. I have no idea what’s going to happen next, but I know we’ll find our way to each other eventually. For now, I need to stay in Wakanda and out of Talokan until he handles the mess I helped put him in. Please don’t say I told you so or try to lecture me, Mama. Not today. Everything is already so difficult and painful.”

Ramonda releases a deep, heavy sigh before placing her arm around her daughter, pulling her towards her once more. 

“Fine,” she whispers, stroking her shoulder. “I will bite my tongue, but I don’t enjoy seeing my baby girl upset and hurt. You let me know if I need to head to Talokan myself and give T’Channa a piece of my mind. She’s never had a mother to put her in her place before.”

“Thanks, Mama, but like I said… there’s nothing we can do except wait to hear from K’uk’ulkan.”

“Uuka, I hungry…”

His sister has woken up from the nap she took inside of the wagon. He’s made some distance, traveling through the dirt roads with his flashlight and avoiding the main highway and streets. He knows as soon as someone sees two young kids out in the middle of the night by themselves that the two police officers are going to bring them back home immediately. 

Uuka can see the famous neon egg sign flashing above the trees. He has some cash inside his backpack, more than enough to get his sister some food. 

“Hold on, Sisi. Almost there.” 

He swerves up to the restaurant after the coast is clear and ties the bike to a rack. He takes their bags with them, holding onto his sister’s tiny hand tightly as they enter the building. There is nobody here except for the man working at the cash register and a cook behind him. Uuka has to come up with a lie when he notices the cashier staring at the two of them strangely. 

“Hi, um… can I get some apple slices, two oatmeals, milk–“

“Chocolate milky,” Miya whispers.

“–I mean chocolate milk, and some water?”

Uuka begins sweating when the cashier stares at him hard, and he fears that the man might recognize them as President Almehen’s children. 

“Aren’t you two kinda young to be out at this time of day?” 

“My nanny is in the car. She has an anxiety disorder. She needed me to order for her because she has an excessive fear of or apprehension about real or perceived threats, leading to altered behavior and often to physical symptoms such as increased heart rate–”

“You got money or what, kid?”

Whew, he’s saved. 

“Yup! Here you go!” 

The cashier takes the money and gives Uuka his change. “Give us about five minutes and it’ll be right out.”

“Wow, talk about speedy services!” 

While the cashier does not return Uuka’s smile, the boy takes his sister over to an empty table where she begins bouncing on the seat. 

“Hungry, hungry, hungry!”

“It’s coming, Sisi. You gotta sit, though. Baba will be mad if he knows you’re doing that.”

Miya sits immediately, her little lips forming into a pout. “Baba and Mama coming soon?”

“No. We need to find Shuri. Other Mama. We won’t be sad anymore with her.”

“Baba,” Miya whimpers, looking like she’s on the verge of tears until the cashier announces their food is ready. She’s zooming over to the counter, trying to reach the bag but she’s too short. Uuka takes her and everything else back to the table and opens her chocolate milk for her. It calms her immediately. 

“A lot of people who work for Baba also work at the airport, so we can’t go there alone. They’re going to need to see paperwork or something since we’re kids. I have our passports in my backpack, though, and Grandpa doesn’t live too far from here. We can go to the village and see if he can get us through the airport so we can find Shuri in Wakanda.”

Miya hasn’t heard a word he said, or if she did, she doesn’t understand it. She’s preoccupied with dipping her apples into her oatmeal and singing some song. 

After they’re both full, Uuka gets her comfortable and secure in the wagon and begins following along the side of the road that he knows leads to his grandpa’s hut. 

His legs are beginning to cramp from all the pedaling. He never realized how much effort goes into biking long distances. His eyelids grow heavier, especially when he hears the sound of his sister snoring again combined with the gentle breeze hitting his face. 

He only closes his eyes for a moment, but it’s enough to send him veering off the side of the road and crashing his bike and the wagon into a ditch. Groaning and wincing, Uuka checks to make sure Miya is still safely buckled into her wagon before he checks out his wounds. There’s a nasty-looking gash on his knee and the side of his body feels bruised. Miya appears to be unscathed, somehow still fast asleep. 

Deciding that it’s best to get some rest before continuing this journey, Uuka gently removes Miya from the wagon and cuddles her close against him as they lie together on the ground, covering them up with a warm blanket. 

K’uk’ulkan’s throat is sore and his voice is hoarse after finally taking a break from going at it with T’Channa. He leaves her sobbing on his office couch as he goes downstairs to gargle some salt water. After he spits it up, he hears the sound of a wheelchair moving and turns around. Namora has wheeled Fen into the kitchen to join him. 

“We woke up not too long ago hearing all of that noise upstairs,” Fen whispers, shaking her head. “What’s going on, Ch’ah? T’Channa has a twin sister?” 

“Was she the one who we’ve been enjoying?” Namora asks, and K’uk’ulkan nods, speaking low.

“Yes. Her name is Shuri. Shuri came to visit T’Chaka and T’Channa after her mother informed her of their existence. T’Channa came up with a scheme to switch lives with Shuri. I knew immediately something was off. I ended up falling in love with my sister-in-law.” 

Fen gasps, a hand now resting on her heart. “Oh, mehen. Are you certain? I did notice a change in you.”

“Yes, Naa. I was set to divorce T’Channa and marry Shuri. I was ready and willing to go against my god and my beliefs. That’s how much I love her.” 

“And I gather from your arguments with that bitch upstairs that T’Channa’s blackmailing you to prevent that from happening?” Namora questions, and K’uk’ulkan responds with a growl. 

“Not for long. You two go get some rest. I’m done talking to her tonight.” 

The nurse comes for Fen, and once she’s gone, Namora remains in the kitchen, getting close to her cousin. 

“What the fuck did she do?”

“Told Cadmael what I did to her in the cabin and probably lies on top of that to make it even worse. He’s going to pull strings and get some outlet to report it. I just know it.” K’uk’ulkan runs his hands through his hair that he knows is graying at an alarming rate now until he ends up punching the fridge door. He looks at Namora with red-rimmed, tearful eyes. “Fuck! I don’t give a shit if it kills my next term. I don’t want Uuka and Miya to ever know any of that. I can’t lose them, Mora.”

Namora tries to calm him down by running her hands up and down his arms. “Breathe, caazucum. We aren’t going to let her control you anymore. We have a strong PR team and lawyers. We also have connections if we have to take care of either of them. Go call Shuri, let her know you’ll see her soon and fuck T’Channa. I’ll be on standby in case anything starts to go down.” 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and gives her a tight, grateful embrace before walking out the front door. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, ignoring everything he’s seeing as he calls the woman he loves. 

“K’uk’ulkan!?”

His heart melts hearing her sweet voice. He’s going to bring her back home to him where she belongs. 

“Hey, Princess. I’m sorry it’s so late. Are you in Wakanda?”

“I am. What’s going on?”

“We’ll pick up where we left off soon. I’m going to take care of T’Channa and Cadmael. They’re going to be a problem of the past.” 

“I don’t think I want to know what you mean by that, but I trust that you’ll do what needs to be done. I love you.”

“I love you, Shuri. Give me another day. You’ll be in my arms again as my wife. Try and get some sleep.”

“I love you so much. Take care of yourself, please, and give Uuka and Miya a big hug for me. Good night, handsome.”

K’uk’ulkan hangs up and hits his fist lightly against a wooden pole. Shit. Uuka and Miya probably heard all of that arguing if it woke up Namora and Fen who were downstairs. He turns around and freezes when he sees T’Channa standing in the doorway, her makeup smeared from all her tears and the straps of her short dress falling off her shoulders. He stares at her hard until she speaks, her voice frail and foreign, so unlike her.

“You’re really going to kill me?”

“You haven’t left me with much of a fucking choice after what you’ve done,” he tells her coldly, and she flinches when he gets in her face. “Move. I need to check on our children since I know you won’t.”

“How could you kill the mother of your children!?” T’Channa sobs, her body shaking in fear, hands trembling as she sets them on his firm chest. “Please. I can fix this. I know I can. Please… kiss me!”

He’s barely controlling his breathing and the urge to strangle her as she gets up on her tiptoes, placing her lips against his own as he fails to return any movement. She continues nonetheless, moving her hands to the back of his neck, giving him unreciprocated kisses. 

“Don’t kill me,” she whispers, eyes glistening as she remains holding onto him, her lips grazing his ear now. “You can take me back to the cabin and teach me another lesson. I can reverse the procedure. You can get me pregnant again, over and over.” 

K’uk’ulkan holds her by the waist now, watching her pull her head back and smile in relief when he does. He finds her ear this time, returning the favor in a sensual whisper. 

“Your sister has already done that for me.” K’uk’ulkan moves away to study the anger and devastation on her face, smirking cruelly. “That’s right. I fucked her so much that she’s pregnant with my third baby. You’ve had so many men, Channie. But for Shuri, I’ve been the only one for her. That’s who I want. I’m over you and your polluted pussy. Now move out of my way so I can check on Uuka and Miya.”

He pushes her aside, leaving her sobbing where she stands as he runs up the stairs. He enters Miya’s room first, squinting at the sight of her empty bed. She must’ve woken up and joined Uuka, which happens from time to time. 

K’uk’ulkan knocks on Uuka’s door lightly before walking inside. His heart sinks when he doesn’t see either child in a perfectly made bed. He turns on the light, his body drenched in sweat as he searches the room for his missing babies. 

“Namora!” he screams, and it doesn’t take long for his cousin to appear inside Uuka’s room. He looks at her through blurred vision. “Search the property for Uuka and Miya! They’re missing!” 

When Uuka sees the sun beginning to rise, that’s when he awakens Miya and gets back onto the road, thankful that his bike didn’t suffer much aside from a few scratches after the tumble. 

Miya cries about being both hungry and thirsty, and Uuka makes a stop off to the side once more to split coconuts up for the two of them. They drink the water and eat the flesh before resuming their journey to Grandpa’s village. 

Uuka grins when his little sister is cheering behind them when the huts can be seen. 

“Grandpa! Grandpa!”

“Yup! Almost there!” 

The children hop off the bike and wagon when they’re in front of T’Chaka’s hut, and Uuka pounds on the door rapidly with his fist. Miya continuously slaps it. They can hear the old man inside cursing as he stumbles his way out. 

“Do you have any idea what time it is you God-fearing missionaries!? I oughta slice–“ T’Chaka stops himself when he sees his grandbabies standing there. “Uuka!? Miya!? Did your mother drop you off and disappear again!? I told that woman–“

“Um, no. We ran away from home and we were hoping you could take us to the airport so we can fly to Wakanda and find Mama Shuri!?”

T’Chaka blinks at them, hand scratching his bare belly. “Ran away? Your father doesn’t know that you’re here?”

“No. Mama made Shuri leave, and her and Baba got into a nasty fight. Miya and I don’t want to live at home anymore. We want Shuri.”

“Mm… This is something I should not involve myself in, child. Let us call your folks. The four of you can sort this out together.”

“Grandpa, please! You know how messed up my parents are! I’m so tired of it! I’m tired of them hurting each other! I’m tired of them hurting me!” Uuka begins to cry, unable to help himself. He doesn’t want his grandpa to send him back. He doesn’t want to live at home if it means he won’t have Shuri there, too. “Please… help us get to Wakanda. Please.”

“Your mother and father are going to be worried sick about the two of you, Uuka. I cannot do that.”

“Maybe they should be worried!” Uuka shouts, causing Miya to jump and T’Chaka to raise his eyebrows. “Nothing else works for them, does it!? They’re going to continue being terrible people to each other until something scares them enough to stop! Aren’t you sick of seeing my mama crying and messing around!? She’s your daughter! Your kid! Parents are supposed to love their kids! Not let them continue suffering!” 

T’Chaka’s chest rises and falls. Miya hugs his leg for comfort, and he hugs her with one arm. 

“I will take you to Wakanda on one condition, that we call your father and inform him that it’s happening.” 

“Okay, whatever will get me there.”

“Come in, boy. Clean yourself and eat. I’ll make the call.”

Uuka  hugs his grandpa tightly, then goes inside the hut where he changes and cleanses Miya then himself. He cuts up mangoes for the two of them while listening to his grandfather try and fail to reach his parents multiple times.

“Ah. It seems my service is not good today. I shall call them from the airport. Are you two ready to go to Wakanda?” 

The entire country is on high alert for the missing Almehen children. K’uk’ulkan doesn’t give a shit what his PR team or anyone else is saying about the president somehow losing his own children from his home. He wants Uuka and Miya in his arms, and that’s all. 

After traveling around the nearby areas on foot, K’uk’ulkan climbs into the limo with T’Channa. They’ve been told that children often run away to familiar places, so it’s off to T’Chaka’s that they go. 

There is complete silence inside the vehicle. K’uk’ulkan’s face has not been dry since discovering his babies missing. T’Channa is trying desperately to reach her father, but all she gets is his voicemail. Her phone is tossed to the floor and she screams,

“Fuck!”

“Acting as though you’re not the reason for their disappearance,” he scoffs, and T’Channa’s head snaps up, ready to kill him, it appears. “You’ve been nothing but a fucking embarrassment for Uuka. He asked to be homeschooled after all the bullying and isolation he’s experienced because of his mother being the whore of Talokan.”

“Oh? And you think you’re completely innocent, Mr. President!? You raped their mother nearly every single night! Before that, you tortured me in that cabin! All because I–“

K’uk’ulkan starts shaking a finger at her, his laughter borderline maniacal. “Don’t you fucking start. You did more than kiss Cadmael that evening after the rally. Admit it, Channie. Tell me what you did to him.” 

The limo travels over bumps and rocks. T’Channa’s nose twitches. 

“When, Kuk? Be specific. That man has fucked me plenty.”

The president runs a hand down his face, his arms now crossing as he stares into the eyes of his cold and ruthless wife. 

Uuka and Miya are missing. Uuka and Miya are missing. Uuka and Miya are missing. 

“This will be a discussion for later. Our children need to be found.”

The partition lowers just as T’Channa’s lips part. 

“A blanket has been spotted inside a ditch, sir. Want me to pull over so you can take a look?”

K’uk’ulkan and T’Channa share the same pained expression. 

“Yes. Please.”

They climb out and K’uk’ulkan helps his wife enter the ditch together. His stomach twists and he’s about to vomit seeing blood stains mixed into the dirt, along with a blanket that Fen made for Uuka when he was a toddler. He picks it up from the ground, cuddling it against him, smelling his children on it as he tears up. Helicopters soar above his head, scanning the area. 

Without saying a word to T’Channa, he walks into the field of tall grass, searching for his babies. 

Or evidence. 

“I saw the blood, K’uk’ulkan. You don’t… You don’t think someone hurt them while kidnapping them, do you?” 

The president tenses. His worst fear is happening and to keep himself from breaking down, he lashes out at her, turning around to scream in her face as he clutches the blanket. 

“Fuck you. I mean it. You suddenly care about our children now when you’ve hardly shown that all this time. You never fucking loved them. Maybe you loved Uuka at one point, but not anymore and never Miya. We had a good marriage, T’Channa. You had to start an affair with Cadmael and ruin it. Maybe I did too much to make you stay and to fix it, but you weren’t satisfied with a life with Uuka and myself before all that, and I’ll never fucking understand when we both loved you. Go back to Cancun and continue sleeping around. You don’t love our children enough to find them.” 

Not wanting to see her expression after that exchange, K’uk’ulkan walks away, his feet feeling like cement bricks. 

And then T’Channa wails. 

A heartbreaking, agonizing sound. 

When he turns around yet again, he finds her on the ground, clutching her stomach and screaming. 

“I love my Uuka and I love my Miya!” T’Channa chokes, her hands digging into the dirt and she looks up at him completely in pain, looking like she’s close to death over the idea of losing their children. It causes K’uk’ulkan’s breath to hitch. “If anything happens to them, just kill me immediately so I can be with them! I can’t live with myself… with the way that I am… what I’ve done to my babies… to… to you… Oh, Chaac!”

The way she’s struggling to get air into her lungs from all the coughing and gagging has K’uk’ulkan lowering to her knees. He pulls her into him, stroking her back and soothing her until she stops shaking so badly. 

“We’re going to find them, Channie,” he whispers. “I know we will.” 

Shuri picks up her phone quickly when she hears it vibrating on the table, expecting K’uk’ulkan. Instead, it’s her father. 

“Baba?” 

“Shuri! How wonderful it is that somebody answers my calls.”

“Where are you? Is everything alright?” Shuri’s heart begins to pound. “Did K’uk’ulkan end up on the news?” 

“Oh, I’m sure there’s something going around. I’m at the airport with Uuka and Miya. Will you do us the honor of picking us up, or will your poor father be forced to grab a taxi?” 

Shuri’s eyebrows pinch together. “Baba, I’m not in Talokan. I can’t get you.”

“I know. You’re in Wakanda. So are we. Say hi, kids.”

“Hi!” Uuka can be heard shouting, and Shuri gets up on her feet, already rushing outdoors to her car. “I can’t wait to see your house!” 

“Uuka, honey. What’s going on? Why are the three of you here? Your father didn’t mention anything to me yet.”

“Oh… We’ll tell you when you’re here. Bye.”

Shuri shakes her head in disbelief when Uuka hangs up. She tries K’uk’ulkan as she heads to the airport, but she’s sent to voicemail. She finds her father and the children waiting in the pick up area and swerves close to get to them. After hugging them and getting them safely inside, Shuri stares at her father, demanding an explanation. 

“Ah. Uuka and Miya ran away from their home to find me and I have delivered them to you per their request. My son-in-law and daughter have made life unbearable for them.”

“What!? Shuri nearly gets out of her lane, and once she’s able to get somewhere safely, she parks the car. She turns around to look at an extremely happy Uuka, and a sleeping Miya. “You ran away from home!?”

“Mama and Baba were fighting so much after she sent you away. I wanted to take Miya with me to find you so we can live with you from now on. Even if you’re not my stepmom yet, you’re still my auntie. You’re family. And I love you.”

“I love you, too, but you can’t just run away from home, honey. What if something terrible happened to you!?”

“It didn’t! All that happened was I busted my knee a bit but I’m good!”

Shuri winces when seeing his wound, and then looks at her father. “You haven’t been able to reach K’uk’ulkan?”

“No.”

“T’Channa?”

“Haven’t tried.”

“You haven’t–“ Shuri groans as she touches the screen to call her sister. As it rings, she glares at T’Chaka. “I’m taking you all to my mother’s house.”

“Ooh, we get to meet my grandma!?”

“Why didn’t you say so!? I could’ve put my good sandals on at least!”

K’uk’ulkan helps T’Channa to her feet, holding her hand for comfort as they search the field for their babies, calling out their names. A few minutes of that and T’Channa’s phone is going off. 

“Oh… It’s my sister…” She reluctantly hands it over to him. “Probably trying to reach you.”

K’uk’ulkan answers immediately, wondering if somehow the news of Uuka and Miya has spread to Wakanda. 

“Shuri, I—“

“Hey, um.. I kinda have some special visitors inside my car right now. Can you say hi, Uuka?”

“Uuka!?” K’uk’ulkan and T’Channa shout at once, and their son’s nervous laugh is heard, causing both of them to cling to each other again. 

“Hi, Baba. Hi, Mama. Sorry that I ran away from home and took Miya with me. I was really sad about Shuri leaving so I had Grandpa fly us to Wakanda to be with her. He tried calling, but—“

“I’m very upset with you, mehen. You never run away from home and to take your little sister with you is even more dangerous. You’re supposed to protect her.” 

“I did protect her! We survived!” 

“That’s not the point, Uuka,” K’uk’ulkan says sternly, unsure why T’Channa is staring at him so lovingly now. He looks elsewhere. “You should’ve never put her or yourself in a position to be hurt in the first place. And we should’ve never made you feel as though your only option was to run away, either. I love you and your sister so much. I’m coming to get you.”

“I’m coming, too,” T’Channa rasps. “We’ll talk about everything soon, okay?”

“Mama?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you crying because you were scared about us? You love us?”

“Yes, baby,” T’Channa sniffs and smiles. “I was so very scared that something happened to you and your sister. I love you so much.” 

“We love you, too, Mama. Grandma Ramonda is gonna get you when you’re here!”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shuri says, and K’uk’ulkan grins. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. I know they’re safe in your care. I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you.” 

“I love you, baby. Bye.”

When K’uk’ulkan hands the phone back to T’Channa, he finds that former look is gone and replaced by what can be described as a mixture of envy and sadness. He motions with his head for her to follow him back to the limo where they can call off the search. 

“I told you that we’d find them.”

“It was very attractive, you know… Hearing you be so protective and fatherly. What a good táatah you are. And thank you… for comforting me when I needed it.”

K’uk’ulkan looks down at her when she joins his side. Her pupils are dilated. He’s not going to fall for her again. He places a hand appropriately on her back, encouraging her to move faster. 

“Don’t let my actions during a crisis confuse you, Channie. You’re still dead.”

Chapter Text

“Hi, Grandma!” Uuka shouts the minute Ramonda opens the door, with Miya copying him. “I’m Uuka! This is Miya! We’re the children of the daughter you gave up!”

Ramonda shoots her eyes up at Shuri as she approaches. “What is going on!? Why have you brought these…” She fights back a smile when Uuka and Miya are holding onto her. “…adorable children to my home!? What are they doing here!?”

Shuri laughs nervously as her mother gasps in disgust at the sight of T’Chaka now approaching.

“Mama, I promise I wouldn’t be doing it if it weren’t an emergency.”

Ramonda crosses her arms and wears a sneer while her ex stands in front of her, clearing his throat. 

“You are as radiant as you were when we parted ways.”

“And you look terrible.” She glares at Shuri once more. “Explain yourself.”

“Uuka and Miya ran away from home and begged T’Chaka to fly them here to Wakanda to be with me. So sweet, I know, but K’uk’ulkan and T’Channa are on their way right now to pick them up and—“

“She’s finally coming!?” Ramonda huffs, turning her nose up. “Good! It’s about time someone parents that woman correctly. We shall stage an intervention, for both T’Channa and K’uk’ulkan!” 

“But—“

“Ah, ah. Exactly what I said. There is clearly something severely wrong with both of them to make their children want to run away from home.”

“There is, Grandma. They’re always fighting and they’re always mad! The only time Baba is happy is when he’s with Auntie Shuri, and Mama is happy when she’s with other men!”

“Good Bast,” Ramonda mutters. “Come in, come in. I’m sure I can find something for you children to do. As for you–“ She glares at T’Chaka. “Take those disgusting things off your feet before entering my home.”

She turns around abruptly, leaving the father and daughter at the door. Shuri smiles at him apologetically.

“Sorry. She’s a little on edge.”

“It is no problem to me, child of mine. That is exactly how I remember my little firecracker.”

After landing in Wakanda, a limo was waiting for K’uk’ulkan and T’Channa. She’s once again sitting across from him, and now that she no longer fears about the safety of her babies, new feelings arise as she stares at her sexy husband.

Witnessing how protective he is and the way he comforted her in the field has her shifting in the seat. Even if he desires to kill her, she’s so turned on to the point she’s sweating. She lowers the front zipper of her tight white dress, causing the president to look at her. 

“What are you doing that for? We’re on our way to see our children.”

“I’m a little hot. That’s all.”

“One would think someone as devilish as you would be used to heat.”

“Can I sit on your side with you? Looks cooler over there. I’m burning up.”

K’uk’ulkan says nothing, only continues to eat her up with those dark eyes. She moves once they’re on a smooth path, their thighs now touching. His gaze drifts to her chest on occasion, and she puffs it out for him to admire further. 

“You are perspiring a lot, Channie. What has you hot and bothered?”

“You,” she whispers, batting her eyelashes. “You’ve always been attractive to me, K’uk’ulkan, but the way I feel now… I can’t describe it.”

He laughs in her face, then stares down at her. She’s melting into the soft fabric of the seats. “You only feel strongly for me because you lost me. That’s how the saying goes. You never know what you have until it’s gone.”

“Come on, iicham. You originally got with my sister because you thought she was me until you uncovered the lies. You’re only attracted to her because she’s my twin. You only wanted a sweeter, less messier version of me to fuck. You wanted a reset with a woman who looks exactly like me. I’m the blueprint because I’m all up in your mind.” T’Channa is the one laughing now, even when her husband has that infamous death glare of his. “When you’re with her, all you’re ever going to see is me. A submissive, overly loving me. It’s sick when you think about it. There’s something wrong with you.”

As he lowers her body onto the seats with his hands around her neck, and her pussy clenches around nothing, she knows there’s something wrong with her, too. 

“She is much more than another you. She has a beautiful heart, she’s faithful, she treats our children well, she makes everyone around her better, she’s intelligent, she’s successful, she’s independent… Shuri is the First Lady Talokan deserves. Continue speaking negatively about her and I’ll kick you out of this limo.”

She smirks while feeling his erection throbbing against her. “Careful with your hands, táatah. You don’t want to leave any marks on me.”

K’uk’ulkan moves away from her to the other side. She remains where she is, noticing he checks out her long legs as she leaves them propped up. She doesn’t get up until the limo comes to a stop and her head is once again filled with thoughts of her children. 

She instantly tears up, seeing Uuka and Miya running towards her. Both herself and K’uk’ulkan fall to their knees, and the small family all hold onto each other. T’Channa cups Uuka’s cheeks. 

“Baby, I’m so happy you’re in my arms, but don’t ever scare us like that again.”

“I won’t, Mama, but at least you and Baba aren’t fighting anymore… right?”

T’Channa glances at K’uk’ulkan, who is too into holding on tight to Miya as though letting go would cause her to disappear. 

“Baba and I have a lot to talk about. We promise that it won’t be how we were talking to each other at home before you ran away.”

“I don’t think that’s happening here. Grandma Ramonda is mad at you and Baba! She doesn’t play like Grandpa does!”

T’Channa stands up as the older woman who K’uk’ulkan was photographed with approaches her. Well, at least she finally knows where she gets her good looks from. She has no idea how to greet her. She’s her mother, but they’ve never met. She gave her up 28 years ago. She settles on a wave, which Ramonda is not amused by, nor by K’uk’ulkan’s attempt to greet her. 

“Ms. Ramonda, we—“

“Uuka, take your sister inside to play with Shuri. You two, come with me.” 

K’uk’ulkan, never favoring being spoken to like this, cracks a grin T’Channa knows all too well. 

“I would like to say hello to Shuri first.”

“You have some nerve thinking I’d let you waltz right in and speak to my daughter when you’re having issues so severe with my other one you’re married to that it caused your children to fly to another country!” Ramonda snaps her fingers, pointing to the deck that’s located on the side of her house. “You'll either have a chat with me, or you can get right back in that limo and stay away from my Shuri.”

The two of them have a momentary stare down, and to T’Channa’s shock, K’uk’ulkan begins walking towards the deck where T’Chaka is already sitting. Uuka nudges his mother.

“See, Mama? She doesn’t play.”

Clearly…

“Go take Miya inside, baby,” she whispers, encouraging him forward. Once they’re safe in the house, T’Channa walks onto the deck and sits across from K’uk’ulkan with her parents on either side of her. 

Ramonda inhales and exhales as she looks between the two of them.

“Please explain what started the argument.”

“As I told you before I left here, Shuri and I were planning on having a discussion with T’Channa for a divorce—“

“Oh, shut up!” T’Channa snaps, ignoring Ramonda trying to calm down and her father’s quiet laughter. “You called me for sex and I came home to find you fucking my sister on my bed!”

“You know exactly why! You fucked my guard on that same bed, wanting to get caught! It was payback!”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on.” Ramonda holds up a hand, trying to collect herself. “You two are using sex with others as a form of revenge!?”

“Exactly.” T’Channa gestures towards her husband. “He doesn’t love Shuri at all. He used her to get back at me and she ended up pregnant because of it because he has major fucking issues.”

T’Chaka mumbles, “Shuri’s pregnant!?” while K’uk’ulkan laughs. 

“I’ve got demons, but at least I can admit it. Our marriage was in a beautiful place when you decided to cheat on me with the same man you’re now blackmailing me against! You never fucking loved me to sleep with another man the first time we were ever apart! Up until Shuri, I had been loyal to you! I had given you everything! I was a good husband, Channie. I was a good man until I wasn’t. Why did you do that to me?”

“I can vouch for that,” T’Chaka adds while K’uk’ulkan tears up, causing T’Channa’s mouth to fall open. He only cries when it’s serious. “K’uk’ulkan gave you a very good life and treated you like a queen until… that day.”

“What day?” Ramonda asks suspiciously, and T’Channa’s eyes burn as she watches K’uk’ulkan stare at her in pain.

“Why did you do that to me, K’uk’ulkan? Why couldn’t you divorce me after that first affair with Cadmael when I lied and told you it was only a kiss? You knew it was more than that. You should’ve divorced me and freed me.” 

“I told you my reasons plenty of times.”

T’Channa shakes her head, her voice becoming hoarse as her throat aches. “No. Your religion and your beliefs don’t play a role anymore. Not when you’re so quick to hand divorce papers over to me right after finding someone new. Is that it, K’uk’ulkan?” She sniffles. “You couldn’t leave me until you knew you had someone to fall back on? Someone who looks like me so Talokan won’t look at you strangely?” 

“I chose Shuri over Chaac. I’ll always put her first. She was a woman worth going against my religion for. The reason I didn’t put you over him is because I thought our marriage could work. I thought having Miya would change everything, would make you love me again and remind you of our happy years with Uuka. I wanted you, T’Channa. I loved you so much. So damn much. I didn’t want to let you go.”

When more tears fall from T’Channa, she feels the touch of her mother for the very first time. Flesh on flesh as they hold hands on top of the table. Soft and warm and comforting and safe. 

“I wish you did. You fucked me up, K’uk’ulkan, and I never once heard an apology. I don’t think you even felt sorry about it. You got what you wanted.”

“I can’t be sorry about it when it gave me Miya.”

“K’uk’ulkan,” Ramonda warns, and he stares at her.

“I am a transparent man. You know this. I’m not going to sit here and lie to her. I never have.” His reddened eyes shift to T’Channa now, a bit softer. “It gave me my princess. You gave me my princess. It made me love you even more while you understandably began hating me.”

“I love our daughter, too, but fuck. You really don’t feel any remorse at all for hurting me the way that you did?”

“Do you, Channie?” K’uk’ulkan shoots back, tensing, visibly controlling his volume. “Are you sorry for taking it as far as you did?”

Both Almehens are quiet. Neither of them wanting to be the first to apologize, neither wanting to admit what they feel. Ramonda looks at T’Chaka for any input at all, and the old man sighs. 

“It is clear to me that this marriage is over. T’Channa, you need to accept that, and K’uk’ulkan, you need to be as honest as you claim to be, swallow your pride, and answer her. You as well, Channie. It cannot keep going on like this. Your children are suffering. You two need to sort out your differences and learn to exist in peace. Ramonda and I separated the moment we knew we couldn’t work, but you see what happens when both parents aren’t involved. Uuka and Miya need you two to be healed from this and learn to move forward as a team for them.” 

T’Chaka stands after sharing his rare wisdom, motioning for Ramonda to follow him inside. She squeezes T’Channa’s hand one last time, and T’Channa is left alone at the table with her husband. 

K’uk’ulkan slides his chair over to her to be at her side. He takes her much smaller hand inside his large ones, making that intense eye contact he always does. She doesn’t shy away from it, wondering if he’s going to be the first to say it. 

“I regret hurting you the way that I did. You’re absolutely correct. I should’ve divorced you back then. But look at you now, atan. I’m offering you another divorce and you’re blackmailing me to keep me. I have a feeling you would’ve made it hard for me to leave you back then, too. We have an extremely toxic relationship. It has been over for two years. You don’t want me, you want the fame. You want money. You want security. I can give that to you, Channie, but not as husband and wife. I’ll give you whatever amount you desire, I’ll give you the farm, I’ll give you anything… as long as you can accept this marriage is finally over.”

T’Channa breaks down. Through her tears, she sees her family observing through the glass door and quickly moving away when they’re caught. She stares at the man who gave her everything, her very first time, her first love, her first home, her beautiful children, and all that she owns. She can’t stop crying, and K’uk’ulkan’s hands don’t leave hers even if he doesn’t embrace her. 

“I shouldn’t have told Cadmael about what you did to me. I shouldn’t have started an affair with him. I was with you for so long, my first true relationship starting at eighteen, and I kept thinking there had to be more than life.”

“Channie…” K’uk’ulkan is crying as much as she is, but he’s always had impeccable control in that aspect. There is no noise other than his raspy voice. “I was so happy with you. You made me so happy. You were it for me. I did everything I could to satisfy you and show how much I loved you and you still cheated. I have lifelong trust issues because of it. There’s so much emotional trauma I went through and continue to. Seeing you in bed with someone I was close to was the worst experience of my life. You destroyed me.”

“I’m sorry,” she chokes. “I’m so sorry. But what you did to me in return isn’t justified. Did it ever occur to you that I experienced trauma because of that, too? I don’t care what your excuse was. I almost died giving birth to Uuka and you…” 

One of his hands touches her cheek. She leans into it, sobbing, trying to maintain eye contact through burning vision. 

“What will it take to fix it, Channie? Because I’m not allowing our children to know about any of this. I’m not losing them by going to prison. I’m not leaving Shuri. What will take away your pain?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpers truthfully, trying to think but it’s hard.

“A new home for yourself? A set income every month? Shared custody of the children? A therapist?” K’uk’ulkan presses his forehead against hers, and T’Channa closes her eyes. “I can do all that for you. We have to free each other from ourselves. You know it’s time.” 

“I’m scared, K’uk’ulkan,” she sniffs, falling into him. She holds him even when he yet again doesn’t hold her in return. “I’ll sign the papers. But I’m scared.”

“About what?”

“That I fucked up. How are we going to stop Cadmael?”

His breath feels too good against her ear. 

“We’ll discuss this when we don’t have an audience.” K’uk’ulkan pulls away, holding onto her arms. “I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. That was no way to treat the mother of my children and the woman I once loved.” 

“I’m sorry for the affairs and the lies and everything else. That was no way to treat my husband. You were enough. I didn’t realize that until it was too late.”

He inhales sharply, pats her once, then gets up. “I’m going to take a small break to be with Shuri and our children. We will have that other discussion later tonight. Time is of the essence.”

T’Channa nods, watching him go inside the house. Before the door closes, Ramonda emerges, taking over the seat in front of her. 

“Shuri refuses to do so, so I will kindly ask you. Are you willing to discuss what he did to you?” 

“I don’t want to. No offense. That’s between the two of us.” 

And several therapists. 

“I need to know if Shuri will be safe in his care, T’Channa.” 

She frustratingly points to the glass door, where K’uk’ulkan can be seen running his hands all over her sister, both of them looking so relieved to hold each other. 

“She’ll be fine. She’s fine. K’uk’ulkan and I brought out the worst in each other. Shuri isn’t capable of doing that. She brings out the best in him. Annoyingly.”

Ramonda suddenly pulls T’Channa into her, squeezing tight. She reluctantly returns the hold, resting her chin on her shoulder. 

“I apologize for not being there to raise you. Your life could’ve turned out much more differently.”

“It’s alright. I got two super cute kids out of it…” T’Channa’s eyes shift to her husband once more, watching him look at Shuri with so much love. It’s as though there’s a knife twisting in her gut. Jealous pain. “And not every day with him was bad. We had a beautiful marriage. Now it’s over.”

“I do hope that this isn’t the end of our relationship.” 

“That’s on you, Mama. You know how to reach me.” 

As twisted as everything is, Shuri finds herself loving the situation she’s currently in. Uuka is on the floor with Ramonda, playing some old board game she had in the closet collecting dust. T’Chaka is snoring on the couch. Her sister is holding Miya, watching whatever cartoon Miya has selected. K’uk’ulkan has his arm around Shuri as they sit on the couch together, snuggled close. He catches her staring and gives her a quick kiss. 

“What’s on your mind, Princess?”

“Nothing. It’s nice to have the family together.” Shuri notices T’Channa glaring at her when she says it, then decides to keep her focus on K’uk’ulkan only. Her voice drops to a whisper. “How’s the situation in Talokan?”

“Namora says other than a press conference I need to hold about my children who suddenly disappeared from home and were found, it has been quiet about everything else. I can’t see that lasting for long.” 

As though the universe heard him, K’uk’ulkan’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He reads something on the screen, angling it in Shuri’s direction for her to also read the headline of the article someone from his team sent him. 

Presidential Candidate Cadmael to Hold a Special Press Conference Tomorrow Night

“Fuck,” K’uk’ulkan mutters, and Ramonda clicks her tongue. 

“That is no way to speak in front of your children.”

“Shit!” Miya giggles, and T’Channa gently tells her how bad of a word it is before glancing at the president. 

“What is it?”

K’uk’ulkan has sweat forming all over his face. Shuri has never seen him this distressed. He’s stammering over his words as he gets up from the couch. 

“You and I need to have that talk now, Channie. Come.” 

It’s not lost on Shuri that her twin sister gives her a little smirk on her way out, being the one who K’uk’ulkan currently needs. She’s ashamed to admit it, but Shuri crosses her arms with a little huff, prompting Ramonda to join her on the couch while Uuka and Miya frighten T’Chaka out of his sleep for ice cream that’s inside the freezer. 

“Daughter, do not tell me you are jealous. Those two have a serious issue to solve. He’s in the process of being blackmailed, is he not?” 

“Yeah… But I’m smart! I bet I could come up with something better than she can!” Shuri regrets the immaturity as soon as it comes out of her, lowering her head. “I have his baby inside me and his mother’s bracelet around my wrist. I need to stop.”

“Yes, you do. T’Channa is always going to be in his life whether you like it or not. That’s the problem with marrying men who have children.” Ramonda scoffs and adjusts the collar of her blouse. “Couldn’t be me.”

Shuri lowers her eyelids. “At least I have a man.”

“And who says that I don’t!?”

“Eh?” T’Chaka leans so far back from inside the kitchen to peer at the women that he looks as though he’ll snap in half. “What man!?”

“None of your business,” Ramonda tells him, then mutters, “Bozo. Can you believe he entered my home wearing those sandals? Now back to you…” She touches Shuri’s knee. “I’ve told you this many times. I don’t want my baby getting hurt. There are a lot of issues I have with K’uk’ulkan, but I can at least know for certain that he will be committed and devoted to you and your child. Unclench, daughter.”

Shuri relaxes. Of course, K’uk’ulkan wouldn’t give up on her to have T’Channa back. From the earlier eavesdropping, she’s positive it’s completely over between them. 

But that little smirk from T’Channa has Shuri peeking through the curtains at them nonetheless. 

“Okay,” T’Channa breathes out as she hands the phone over to K’uk’ulkan. “Okay, so it’s happening tomorrow. We need to figure out how we’re going to stop him.” 

The president points at his chest. “There is no we in this, Channie. You’re the one who opened your well-used mouth. I want my hands clean of this.” 

“You expect me to kill him when you ties to the mafia!?” 

“My main connection is busy at the moment.”

“With what?” T’Channa groans when all he does is stare at her. “I’m not going to walk up to the guy and shoot him or whatever! I’m so small compared to him! He’ll kill me before I have a chance!” 

K’uk’ulkan puts his hands on his hips and leans down to get in her face. “Oh, what’s wrong, Channie? Someone’s cunt not as hypnotizing as it used to be? Gave it to him too much to be special now?” 

“Fuck you! I’m not going to kill him during sex like in the movies or some shit! He’ll uncover that so fast and—“ She does a splitting motion across her neck. “That’s it. I’m dead. You’re fucked. We need someone else for the job.” 

“Like who?”

“I don’t know! Hire someone! You’ve got money and connections!”

“And I told you I want nothing to do with this. I absolutely cannot have it traced back to me.” 

“Then I’ll get Attuma to do it!” 

K’uk’ulkan laughs quietly, then it quickly turns loud hearing that name coming out of her mouth. 

“Oh, my dear Channie. If Happy did his job correctly, Attuma is no more.”

T’Channa gapes at him. “What the fuck did you do to Attuma!?”

“Mm, aren’t you the one who left him broken in pieces inside a hospital in Cancun?”

“Yes, but he was still alive! What the fuck did you have Happy do to him!?” 

“Think of someone else, quickly. The time is ticking.” 

T’Channa passes around Ramonda’s front yard, hands on her head as she stressfully attempts to figure something out. She stops abruptly when something finally comes to mind. 

“I can talk to my cousin, N’Jadaka. You remember him, don’t you?” 

“I’m drawing a blank.”

“He was at my baba’s house for like a day years ago. He’s been in and out of prison. He’d kill someone just for the fun of it.”

“Channie, I need someone who is more than bloodthirsty. I need someone who is calculated and can get away with murder. He cannot be caught and discovered that he’s related to you. It cannot be traced back to any Almehen.” 

“Okay, okay. He’s smart, I swear. I’ll talk to him in person as soon as tomorrow morning and he’ll have Cadmael dead before the press conference.”

K’uk’ulkan eyes his wife suspiciously. She’s put him through so much shit that she’s hardly trustworthy. Can he put his complete faith in her now?

“How do I know you’re not going to betray me and fuck this up purposely?”

“Because I love you more than I hate you.”

She shows no signs of a liar as he searches her features and body language. He brings his lips close to hers, maintaining heavy eye contact. 

“This is your final chance to prove yourself, T’Channa, because rest assured, death will find you even when I’m behind prison bars.”

“Such a gangster.” She cups his chin, winking at him. “Relax, Capone. I told you that I’d fix my mistake and I will. Now give me a cigarette.” 

Arriving in Talokan without Uuka and Miya isn’t an option after the field day they’ve created with the news stations, and with the children being too exhausted to go anywhere and for privacy reasons, the Almehens have no choice but to stay in Ramonda’s house for the night with plans to leave before sunrise. 

Uuka and Miya are sleeping comfortably in a guest room. T’Chaka, who lied about artritis, gained control of the other guest room. T’Channa is forced to sleep out in the living room with her husband and sister. The two of them opted to sleep on the floor to be close to each other. T’Channa glares down at them from the couch after their makeout session ends. The sounds of K’uk’ulkan’s moans while doing so did something to her. 

She watches her soon-to-be ex’s large chest rise and fall, the blanket halfway down to expose it. Her thighs rub together, missing having him in between them. 

This could be the last time they sleep in the same room together. 

He was hers first. He’s technically hers now. That divorce paper hasn’t been signed yet. 

One last orgasm from her táatah before she risks everything tomorrow for his sake is what she’s deserving of. 

Smiling deviously, T’Channa tiptoes away from the couch. She kneels by K’uk’ulkan’s side, shoving her snoring sister off him. It doesn’t wake Shuri whatsoever. 

She positions herself on top of the president, aligning her clothed pussy with his erection. She squeezes his strong chest as she begins to dry hump him, desperate to create the friction that will drive her to her orgasm. His hands slap against her ass and she bites her lip, fighting back a moan. His eyes remain closed, and even so, it is difficult to see in the darkness of the living room. 

“So wet. Come here, baby,” he groans, his tongue emerging. She happily meets him, licking the inside of his mouth as she can feel the pressure building and building with every slide of—“

“You,” he suddenly growls into her, and she’s sent onto her back, his heavy weight on top of her and his hand wrapped around her throat. It’s truly not fair to tease her this way when he knows she adores being choked to near death. 

“How could you tell?” she whispers, her pussy aching with need. He’s rock solid against her. 

“I tasted the cigarette. You can’t be that stupid.”

“C’mon, baby. You’ve made me so horny and it's been so long. One last time. My sister won’t mind.”

She can’t see much, but she can see the flash of his teeth as he grins. She braces herself for the orgasmic hate-sex, her eyes closing in glee. 

But then his body weight leaves her. 

She shifts her head immediately, catching him getting on top of her sister and kissing her awake. 

“Mm, K’uk’ulkan?” she murmurs. “What time is it?”

“I need you, Shuri. Right now.” 

T’Channa opens her mouth in shock. The audacity of that motherfucker. Certainly, the precious mommy’s girl won’t have sex in Ramonda’s living room with a full house. 

“Can I get on top of you?”

Bitch!

“Thought you’d never ask,” K’uk’ulkan laughs darkly, swallowing a breast for a moment before they switch positions. T’Channa catches a glimpse of that large hand on her sister’s small hip before she squeezes her eyes shut and closes her ears with a pillow. 

It’s not enough to block out the sounds they’re trying to fight back. 

“Oh, oh, oh! I love when you help me… Ah, you’re so big.”

T’Channa is fuming, listening to her sister receiving the pounding she craves. Shit, she might as well have K’uk’ulkan kill her now and put her out of her misery. 

“Quick session, baby girl. For our honeymoon, I’ll tie you up and eat you until you’re crying.”

“Fuck yes!”

T’Channa is on the verge of tears. She wants to be eaten out until she cries, too! 

After a few more grunts and moans and the sound of an ass being spanked, Shuri limps down the hall to the bathroom to clean herself. T’Channa throws the pillow at K’uk’ulkan, who is wiping himself with some tissue. 

“You’re so fucking sick and twisted, you know that?”

“Relax, Channie. At least you’re on high alert now. I need you to bring your A-game tomorrow. Our lives depend on it.” 

“Guess I should fuck and kill Cadmael,” she mutters. “At least then I’ll cum.”

“No. We’re going with the N’Jadaka assassination plan. You’re a beautiful woman. I’m sure you’ll meet plenty of men who wish to please you after this is all over. I’m not one of them anymore. Hump me in my sleep again and I will break you.”

With the way she feels right now, that sounds like heaven. 

“Whatever. Goodnight.”

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Shuri tightens up her green-patterned kaftan dress as she waits for K’uk’ulkan to get off the phone with Namora. Her sister, wearing a white tank top with no bra and tiny purple shorts that have her ass hanging out of them, glares at her. Shuri laughs nervously. 

“Were we too loud last night? It was so dark in there. I didn’t know if you were awake or not.”

“You can quit the sweet girl act. You’re not some innocent little girl. You’re damn near thirty and snatched up a married man. You could’ve denied him after we switched back but nooo.” T’Channa drops her cigarette and stomps it out with her foot. “You had him flying to this country to get his dick wet all over again. Hope you enjoy it because that’s all he’s good for.”

“Is it always going to be this way between the two of us!? You’re basically the reason I’m with K’uk’ulkan in the first place! You lied to me about dying and then you repeatedly threatened my life and my mother’s after the fact! You hated him enough to have all that sex with different people and humiliate him nationwide! Aren’t you glad you won’t have to deal with him anymore!?”

“I wouldn’t give a fuck if he was divorcing me for someone else but for my twin sister? Of course it’s always ‘going to be this way’. Did you think the two of us were going to have a relationship!?”

Shuri crosses her arms. “No. But we will probably see one another on occasion due to Uuka and Miya, and it would be healthier and best for everyone if we could put our differences aside for those moments.”

T’Channa is not-so discreetly sticking her middle finger up, leaving her sister to sigh and give up. When K’uk’ulkan begins walking their way, T’Channa sits in the backseat of Shuri’s car while the president stands in front of Shuri, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“I know it isn’t ideal to be driving around at 3 in the morning, but I appreciate it.”

“I don’t mind when it’s for your family. Our family.” Shuri holds onto his neck. “I just hope the phone booth isn’t occupied by someone high on crack or whatever.”

K’uk’ulkan grins at her, noticing what she’s wearing. His hands stroke her sides while his eyes scan her body. “You look so sexy in this dress.” He grabs her ass and Shuri gasps by the suddenness of it. No matter the situation, he’s never afraid to show his attraction to her. “Makes me certain I’ll be getting you pregnant often.” 

“You naughty man,” she whispers, and their lips touch briefly before T’Channa is honking the car horn. K’uk’ulkan growls what sounds like a curse in Mayan, and they get in the car with her. 

The president glares behind him at his soon-to-be ex-wife. “Are you trying to wake the children up!?”

“You’re the one wasting time being a whore.”

Shuri clutches the steering wheel when the two of them begin going back and forth in Mayan. She has to give props to T’Channa for learning the difficult language, but she supposes ten years with K’uk’ulkan would do that. They don’t stop fighting until she parks in the lot where the phone booth is located. It’s currently unoccupied. 

“Get out,” K’uk’ulkan commands sharply, and T’Channa rolls her eyes as she exits the vehicle. Some of the men hanging around the nearby convenience store notice her, and although she’s not in a good place with her sister, she hates the way they’re looking at her. 

“Can you please stand near her? I don’t want anyone hurting her.”

“Having a train run on her is nothing new.”

“K’uk’ulkan…”

He kisses her forehead, then her lips. “Fine. I need to hear what she’s saying, anyway. I still don’t fully trust her.”

“I doubt she wants to ruin her life anymore than she already has. Go. I love you.”

“I love you, baby. Keep the doors locked.” 

Shuri nods, receiving another kiss from him. She loses her smile once he’s standing extremely close to her inside the booth, staring down at her. His expression isn’t one of love, and it’s rather menacing, but it still makes her stomach do flips. 

He can reassure her of his feelings all he wants, but Shuri fears she won’t be fully confident until that divorce is final and every single one of the Almehens will be okay. 

“Could you back up a bit, weirdo? All up in my ass.”

“No. Who are you calling first?” 

“Who do you think? I’ll try Cadmael, then confirm with N’Jadaka.”

“Will either of them answer a private number? It is 5 in Talokanda. What if they are asleep and don’t get the messages?”

T’Channa is becoming irritated. This asshole kept her up all night with his noises and now he won’t get out of her face.

“N’Jadaka never sleeps. Cadmael has a strict morning routine. He’s at the gym working out.” T’Channa glances down at her husband’s body as she punches the buttons. “Which is something you would never do.”

“No insult you give towards me is believable when you were so needy last night for what I have.” 

Damn him. 

Her pussy never fails to ache when he talks like that, and that low. 

“I’m horny and going through a drought. Anyone would’ve worked for me.”

“Oh? Shall I go ask that man who is talking to himself to come entertain you? Or maybe that lovely young man humping that car over there? Perhaps both will satisfy you while I take the children and Shuri back to Talokan.”

“Fuck you,” she hisses, listening to the dial tone. She holds up a finger when Cadmael answers. 

“Hello? Who is this?”

“Hi, Cad. It’s Channie.”

“Channie? Why aren’t you calling me from your number?” 

“Oh, you know Kuk. As soon as I told him about our blackmail plans, he destroyed everything I own.” T’Channa flashes her eyes up at the president, whose nostrils are flaring. She turns to face him completely as she flirts with his political rival. “Had to reach you on a public phone.” 

“Is everything alright? I saw on the news that the children were found. You had to have been worried sick.”

“Oh, yes. That’s why I’m calling you. My babies are fine, but I’m still so sick to my stomach. Can you make me feel better, Daddy?”

K’uk’ulkan’s face twists in disgust. T’Channa licks her lips teasingly, waiting for the governor to respond. 

“Does after the press conference work?”

“No. Need you sooner. Way sooner. Wish I could send you a picture of my pussy so you could see what you’re doing to me. I need it in me so badly.” T’Channa moans, and her husband appears just about ready to strangle her with the phone cord. “Please, Daddy. I’ll let you stick it in anywhere. I need to come. Your wife can’t do what I can.”

“Shit… Does 9 work for you?”

“Please. Our usual spot. I’ll have you nice and relaxed before your conference. And about that… Are you planning on exposing him, or is this for something else?”

“I’ll finally have him out of our lives for good, Channie. I’ve dug up so much about him. That tip you gave about his connection to the mafia… You’re brilliant, honey. He’ll be imprisoned for life if we play our cards right.”

K’uk’ulkan’s eyebrows pinch together when T’Channa doesn’t respond immediately, mouthing what?

So he didn’t catch any of that…

“We’ll discuss that when we see each other. Need to board the plane soon. I’ll meet you at our spot in a few hours.”

“Bye, gorgeous. And thank you again. As soon as K’uk’ulkan is rightfully behind bars, life is going to jangle for you forever. I’ll make you my wife. I’ll become the next president. I’ll never hurt you. Never. See you soon.”

T’Channa is stunned.

K’uk’ulkan swore up and down that Cadmael would never leave his wife for her. 

She reluctantly hangs up, staring at the phone in silence. 

“What did he say, Channie?”

She clears her throat after inserting the next coin to reach her cousin. 

“Filthy shit I doubt you’re interested in.”

“And you have the nerve to call me a whore.”

“You are.” 

While she waits for N’Jadaka to answer, T’Channa finds herself torn between doing the right thing and doing what she wants. If Cadmael dies, K’uk’ulkan never pays for his crimes, he marries her sister and embarrasses her, and she’ll be on her own. If Cadmael lives, K’uk’ulkan will go to prison and she’ll live an amazing life with a man who won’t mistreat her. 

But then that leaves Uuka and Miya. 

Miya is too young to understand.

Uuka would hate having Cadmael as a father, and there’s no way he’d forgive K’uk’ulkan when the truth is exposed. 

Why should she help the man who hurt her?

Why should she keep covering everything up for him and protecting him?

“Tell me what I need to hear,” N’Jadaka suddenly says, and T’Channa snaps out of her thoughts.

“Killmonger.”

“Shit. That you, cuz?”

“Yeah. It’s me. I have a job for you.” T’Channa takes a shaky breath,  finding K’uk’ulkan’s eyes once more.

She doesn’t want this gorgeous man in prison. She doesn’t want to ruin his life more than she already has. She’ll be lonely, but she won’t be lonely for long. She’s sexy and somewhat young. She’ll find a man of high status again. Uuka and Miya will have their father in their lives. She’ll be rich after the divorce. 

She must do what is right, begrudgingly. 

“Talokan Grand Hotel in the capital city. 9 am. Cadmael.” 

“That government dude?”

“Yeah. I’ll wire money to you afterwards so you flee the country.” 

“Assassination of a key political figure ain’t no joke, cuz. That man is running for president. It’s gonna cost you.”

“Name the price. My husband will approve. We need this man gone.”

“Shit… Say less. Done.”

After promising Shuri that he’ll send for her as soon as everything is done in Talokan, K’uk’ulkan, T’Channa, and their children board the private plane. They make a stop at the mansion, where Fen, Namora, and Zyanya are quick to greet them. Uuka and Miya hug their grandmother and nanny tightly, grateful to be home. Fen glares at T’Channa over Uuka’s head, and doesn’t speak until Zyanya takes the children inside. 

“You have some nerve showing your face here again after what you’ve done. All my son wanted was to give you a beautiful life. One would think the scandalous photos and parties that the country became aware of was enough humiliation. You can’t stop stinging him.”

Channie is refusing to respond, turning her nose up and looking elsewhere. K’uk’ulkan speaks for her. 

“Everything is going to sort itself out, Naa. We are divorcing soon. We will not be in each other’s lives anymore unless it involves Uuka and Miya.” K’uk’ulkan kisses his mother’s forehead. “Namora and I need to go to the government building where I can host a press conference of my own in regard to the children going missing. T’Channa will remain here for now. Leave her be.”

Fen holds her son’s hand tightly, tearing up. “Ch’ah, I don’t want anything happening to my mehen.”

“Keep your stress levels down. Trust in me. I love you.” K’uk’ulkan kisses her again, then faces T’Channa, who is still trying not to look at anyone. He cups her chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “Don’t go anywhere until I return.”

“I know. Let go of me.”

K’uk’ulkan releases her, unsure of what her problem is now but ignoring it. He rushes over next door, quickly going over with his team what he’s going to say before the cameras go live, and then he positions himself behind his desk, poised and calm despite getting little to no sleep. The journalists enter the room, ready to attack him after his speech ends.

Right at 8 am, President Almehen addresses the nation. 

“Good morning, my fellow Talokanil. I am sure that all of you have heard by now that my children went missing yesterday. My son…” K’uk’ulkan trails off for a minute. Namora is somewhere with the journalists, staring at him with concern. 

He knows that Shuri is in Wakanda watching this. 

He knows that T’Channa is, too. He knows that Uuka is. 

He refuses to be imprisoned when the love of his life is expecting their child. He refuses for Uuka to know his dark past. 

But there are some things he cannot hide from. This is his chance to clear the air and prepare the people of Talokan. It doesn’t matter anymore if the voters don’t see him as a perfect family man. What matters is Shuri and his children. 

“My son ran away from home and took his sister with him because First Lady T’Channa and I have issues.  We’ve had them for years. We are both the problem in our marriage, and it worsened when I met her twin sister, Shuri.”

The journalists begin taking copious notes and snapping pictures of him while some gasp. Namora is running her hands down his face. His PR team is scrambling. He continues, staring right at the camera. 

“I had a passionate affair with Shuri. I fell in love with her, and you did, too. She was the one who spoke to our eastern district about better living conditions. She is the reason a free university is being built for them. She is the woman you’ve seen me looking so happy with. She is the love of my life.”

The gasps resurface, louder this time. 

“T’Channa and I have decided to split, and Shuri will become your new First Lady. She will make Talokan proud. She makes me proud every time I’m with her. I apologize for the chaos I’ve caused this country as far as my personal life goes, but rest assured, those days are over with. New and better times are approaching. Thank you.”

K’uk’ulkan ignores all of the questions being thrown at him, leaving his poor press secretary to handle everything while he locks himself in another room, ignoring Namora’s pounding on the door. 

On his personal phone, he has a call coming in from Shuri. He answers immediately.

“Did you—“

“I love you so much. I can’t believe you admitted all of that.”

“The people deserve to know who has my heart and who will have theirs. I love you, Shuri.”

“Are you coming back for me now? I can’t stand to be away from you any longer.”

K’uk’ulkan glances at the clock. 

8:20. 

“Give me 40 minutes and I’ll call you back, sweetheart.” K’uk’ulkan pulls his phone away, seeing that T’Channa is calling. “Hold on.”

He switches to Channie’s call. 

“Did something happen?”

“Fuck you, K’uk’ulkan.”

She sounds as though she’s been crying. K’uk’ulkan sits down. 

“I didn’t say anything that was wrong, did I? The people needed to know at some point. Shuri wasn’t going to cosplay as you forever.”

“I hate you so much. How could you embarrass me on live TV like that? Now this entire country knows what a loser I am. You fell in love with my twin sister, really? You just had to tell them that?”

“You’re embarrassed!? Your nudes and your pussy being stuffed was leaked all over!” 

“That was years ago, and you remained having supporters! Your image was never tarnished! You fucked up airing us out like that. It’s officially over for you.”

K’uk’ulkan can hear gravel being run over. She’s in a car, heading somewhere. His heart pounds. 

“Channie. What the fuck did you do?”

Her laugh. Her evil, evil laugh can be heard on the other end. 

“I warned Cadmael to turn around from the hotel. Told him you had something waiting for him and you forced me to set him up. Enjoy prison, motherfucker.”

“T’Channa!” K’uk’ulkan roars, then forces his phone away from him to see she’s hung up. He tries and tries, constantly getting her voicemail. He can feel his eyes glowing from the heat of his anger, his feet flying through the building as he bolts down the hall, to the elevator, and outside, ignoring as many people as he can. 

He climbs inside one of the presidential SUVs and demands his driver to speed towards the hotel where Cadmael was meant to be assassinated. Unable to reach N’Jadaka due to the young man having burner phones, his only hope now is to somehow encounter him. 

K’uk’ulkan rolls down the window and snatches the small flag that indicates the vehicle is a presidential one. He squeezes the driver’s shoulder. 

“Please go faster. Please. I beg you.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. President.”

He wants to scream. He wants to curse. He wants to burn the whole fucking world. He has so much rage within him, from all that T’Channa has done to him and continues to do. He begins laughing hysterically as his back hits the seats. 

Oh.

Oh, he’s going to fucking kill her. 

No more doe eyes, flirtatious smiles, or memories getting in the way of that. She wants to fuck around and now she’ll find out. All of these people who have been praying and actively working on his downfall will be dealt with. He is tired of it all. 

The SUV swerves into the parking lot. K’uk’ulkan spots a suspicious man smoking a cigarette and sitting on his bike near the wall of the hotel. 

“Pull up next to that young man right there. Immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”

K’uk’ulkan rolls the window down. The young man places a hand above his hoodie near his waistline. A gun must be hidden underneath. The President says the name or word or whatever it was meant to be that he heard T’Channa say. 

“Killmonger.”

N’Jadaka’s eyes widen over his face mask. He stays where he is, looking elsewhere. 

“The fuck’s going on?”

“He isn’t coming here. Your cousin fucked me over.”

“Shit… Why she getting in the way of my money?” 

“I believe that I know where we can intercept him. He’s heading to a location where he’ll be making a press conference that’ll destroy me. You certainly won’t be getting your money then.”

N’Jadaka chuckles, still not making any contact with the president. “You giving a professional assassin orders?”

“I’ll triple what I promised you. I need this man dead.”

N’Jadaka finally gets close enough to whisper at a level only K’uk’ulkan can hear. The man is more sadistic-looking up close. 

“You’re running your mouth too fucking much, but we have a deal. Understand that all witnesses will be dealt with.” N’Jadaka gestures his gun to the driver, and K’uk’ulkan nods, knowing exactly how this goes. “A’ight. Your man behind the wheel reliable? Down to do anything for you?” 

“For a price.”

“Good. We’ll need him to cooperate.”

Cadmael wishes T’Channa could be at the press conference with him. How glorious it would be after that viral mess K’uk’ulkan created this morning to have First Lady T’Channa by his side, demolishing and exposing that fraud. 

Oh, well. 

He’ll be sure to give that little slut the best sex of her life tonight. 

The fact that he now has proof via T’Channa that K’uk’ulkan planned to assassinate him over this is the nail in the coffin. The son of a bitch might even kill himself now after Cadmael is done with him. 

“I believe I’m going to pour myself another glass of whiskey.” 

His driver smiles at him through the rear view mirror. “You are more than deserving. Soon, you’ll be our president.” 

But as Cadmael pours his victory drink, the bottle and glass go falling as the car is suddenly spinning through the air after getting rocked hard.

After a few minutes of shock and his ears ringing, Cadmael opens his eyes to find himself hanging upside down, his seatbelt preventing him from falling to the now-shattered roof. He squints at his driver, who has had his neck impaled by something extremely sharp. Blood trickles from the wound.

Groaning, Cadmael turns his head. Through the broken window, he can see President K’uk’ulkan, also hanging upside down. He doesn’t know if the president is alive or not, or what has just happened for both cars to crash together. 

Unless this was planned. 

Cadmael bares all of his teeth, enraged. He reaches for his seatbelt buckle, prepared to stab a glass shard into K’uk’ulkan’s chest repeatedly. 

The president is truly psychotic, worse than anything T’Channa or the mafia rats revealed. 

Laughing through his pain, Cadmael unbuckles the seatbelt and catches himself when he falls. He forces his way through the window, and when his hands hit the asphalt, K’uk’ulkan turns his head to stare at him. 

A pair of legs block their line of vision. 

“Officer,” Cadmael rasps. “He’s… He’s trying to kill me.”

The governor flinches when a gunshot is heard, followed by glass shattering. Cadmael trembles upon seeing that K’uk’ulkan’s driver has been shot. 

And then the barrel is on Cadmael’s forehead. 

“Baba! Open up! Quick!” T’Channa pounds on the door, constantly glancing over her shoulder in fear of her husband finding her. When T’Chaka isn’t opening up, she realizes he must’ve decided to stay in Wakanda with Ramonda. 

She climbs through a window and locks everything up inside the hut, hiding out there. Her phone has terrible service in the jungle, and she cannot see the result of Cadmael’s conference unless she sees it on the TV. She adjusts her father’s dials on the ancient device, scrolling through the channels until she comes across an important news alert. 

President Almehen involved in a fatal collision! 

“What!?” T’Channa cries out loud, clutching the TV, her heart sinking at the idea of K’uk’ulkan being dead. 

Several images of the accident in different angles appear, and she covers her mouth. Two cars are flipped and completely totaled. There is blood and glass everywhere. 

“No,” she whimpers. “K’uk’ulkan…”

A reporter appears at the scene of the incident. 

“A tragedy has befallen our country this morning. Governor Cadmael and two other unidentified men were killed after President Almehen’s driver was drunk behind the wheel. But there is more to it than that. A disturbing individual dressed in all black drove up on his bike, stepped in between the two vehicles, and shot Governor Cadmael. President Almehen miraculously survived and has been airlifted to a nearby hospital where he will make a full recovery. He is reported to be in mourning over losing his dear friend, as is the rest of Talokan. The suspect is still at large, armed and dangerous. If possible, stay indoors for the time being.”

T’Channa’s jaw has completely fallen. 

Cadmael is dead. 

K’uk’ulkan is alive. 

There’s a knock on the door. 

Her eyes shoot over to it, shaking and tearful. She whimpers and crawls into a corner when it’s forced open and K’uk’ulkan appears. He has blood all over his suit, cuts and bruises on his face. T’Channa shakes her head repeatedly, her throat raw and aching. 

“Iicham,” she chokes. “I was… I was hurt by what you said! I wasn’t trying to— Oh, Chaac. Forgive me. Please. Please. You know I’m stupid and don’t think and—“

K’uk’ulkan kneels in front of her. Her breath hitches when he takes her by the wrist and guides her hand to his crotch, forcing her to touch his hard-on. Her lip trembles as she stares into his soft eyes. 

“You were right about your sister. She can’t give me the same thrill that you do. Our toxicity turns both of us on way too much to give up.” K’uk’ulkan gives her a simple kiss, grinning against her mouth and hardening further. She’s always so weak for him, going in for a second kiss. “All this adrenaline running through me after surviving all of that needs a place to go. Let’s return to where I took your virginity. I want to fuck my sexy ass crazy wife.” 

“Oh… K’uk’ulkan…” T’Channa brings his hand to her crotch now, and he strokes her above her dampening panties. She whimpers into his mouth at his touch while he laughs gently. 

“Come on, atan. We’ve been through so much to let each other go.”

With her arm linked in his, T’Channa and K’uk’ulkan walk through the jungle together, following the path to the river. She glances up at him, the afternoon sunlight catching his eyes and making them appear so beautiful. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking. It hurt so much to hear you make that confession this morning. I finally understood how you felt every time I went viral for doing something terrible. I hope that we can stop all this once and for all. I can be a good wife and you can be a good husband. All we have to do is keep working on it, you know? Because the love is still there. And—“

“Channie.”

They stop walking. They’re standing near the edge of the river. He towers over her. His arm tightening around hers. 

“Yeah?”

“What were your plans if Cadmael went through with it and I ended up getting locked up?”

There’s darkness in his irises now. T’Channa can’t move. Can’t escape. 

“I… I… He said that… We would—“

“You chose an imaginary marriage to that man over the person who tried so fucking hard to give you everything, over the person who truly loved you. I’m through getting played by you over and over and over again. Send the devil my best when you see him.”

K’uk’ulkan grabs the back of T’Channa’s neck and forces the screaming woman into the water. He dunks her head underneath, keeping it there as she flails and struggles to break out of his powerful grip. Once she is no longer moving, he counts the seconds as they pass, waiting exactly for three minutes before he pulls her out and lies her on the grass. 

He gives her chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth until her head shoots up, water pouring from her lips before she’s gasping for air and staring up at him completely terrified. He wipes the taste of her lips off with the back of his hand. 

“Sign the fucking papers.”

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K’uk’ulkan approaches the podium, dressed in black. T’Channa and their children sit beside Cadmael’s widow and the rest of his family. There isn’t a dry eye in the graveyard. The president, always the convincing politician, forces tears to emerge from his eyes as he speaks about his dearly departed friend, gone too soon from this world. 

“Cadmael was a good man, a loving man, an intelligent man. He governed his state with pride and respectability, and at times I must admit he did so better than me.” K’uk’ulkan glances at Cadmael’s brother, whose eyes are red-rimmed. For that man to not say anything to K’uk’ulkan at all about this assassination means that Cadmael never ran his mouth about his discoveries. The bastard died with his knowledge, but K’uk’ulkan still has some cleaning to do. The president pauses to dry his tears and clear his throat. “I apologize. This is extremely difficult for me. I have not been able to stop questioning Chaac why him and not me…”

The shaman gently pats K’uk’ulkan on the back. “There, there, Mr. President. He has divine plans for you.”

“Thank you, sir,” he forces a sniffle, then addresses the crowd. “I promise the great country of Talokan that I will do more for all of you, no matter what the future election results may be, in honor of Governor Cadmael. I will miss you dearly, friend.”

The army plays a haunting tune with their trumpets while Cadmael is laid to rest within his coffin. The president joins T’Channa and the children. He keeps an arm around his wife while Uuka and Miya stand in front of them. Uuka tips his head back, blinking up at his father. 

“Do you think they’ll ever catch the guy who shot him, Baba?”

“Trust that I have the best team searching high and low in this country and ones nearby.”

After the service concludes, President K’uk’ulkan is in a hurry, rushing T’Channa and the children to the limo. Much to his annoyance, Cadmael’s brother appears in front of him, blocking the way. 

“Thank you for doing all of this and saying all of that on my brother’s behalf, Almehen. You’re really not a bad guy.”

“Ah, it was the least I could do.”

Ko’ba slides his hands into his pockets, temporarily eyeing the disgraced T’Channa, whom K’uk’ulkan warned not to speak. 

“Our party is scrambling to find the next candidate to run for presidency against you now. At this rate, I might have to be the one. Don’t take it personally.”

K’uk’ulkan maintains his forced grin. “Ah, yes. Something to speak of at a better time. My children are desperately in need to return home now. We will talk soon.”

Ko’ba nods, then the Almehens quickly get into the limo. T’Channa is giving K’uk’ulkan that pouty look of hers, as though making any final attempt to change his mind without having to exchange any words. He ignores her, focusing on his children instead and listening to Uuka list off all the sea animal facts he knows. 

Once they’re back at home inside the mansion, K’uk’ulkan stands directly behind T’Channa, holding her wrist as she signs the divorce papers. 

“I thank you for behaving at the funeral, Channie. For that, I have an incredibly small offer to make you.”

She clicks the pen and turns around, meeting his gaze. Her amber eyes make him miss Shuri dearly, but his love is on her flight to Talokan, maybe even waiting at T’Chaka’s by now. 

“I’m listening, bozo.”

“I am going to set you up in a very nice home and provide you with an allowance every month that must be used on our children. I expect you to become a full-time mother while they’re in your care. It doesn’t matter what you do when they’re in my custody, but you must be the best mother possible when it’s your week. Is that understood?”

T’Channa nods, eyeing the cuts and bruises on his face from the accident. “You’re unhinged as fuck, you know that?”

“You brought that out of me, Channie. It’s a part of myself I never want to revisit. I hope that you can move on as I have, and that we can raise our children peacefully. I also hope you don’t fuck around again and keep your mouth shut.”

T’Channa does a lip zipping motion. “From the womb to the tomb, bozo. I’d rather not fucking die again. Still can’t believe you killed me.”

“I brought you back to life. Don’t forget that part. Let’s take the children to your father’s house.”

T’Channa brushes shoulders with her sister, who ignores her and runs straight to K’uk’ulkan. T’Channa glances over her shoulder briefly, watching the two of them embrace and kiss and all sorts of lovey dovey shit. She rolls her eyes despite the heartbreak and enters the hut. 

It seems she isn’t her father’s only company.

“Ramonda?”

“Hello, daughter. I decided to fly out here with Shuri to help prepare her for the wedding. We will be roommates until you move into your new place.”

As though her new living situation couldn’t suck any more… 

“K’uk’ulkan deposited some money into one of my accounts. I’ll just go get a hotel and—“

“Aht, aht!” Ramonda points a finger firmly down onto the table. “Sit down. You are not going anywhere. Allow me to wash your hair and braid your beautiful curls.” 

T’Channa blinks, a warmth in her stomach forming. Growing up, the women in the village did her braids. She’s never had a mother to do it for her. Outside, she can hear the limo taking off. 

“Um… Sure. Why not?”

After washing, T’Channa sits in a chair while Ramonda detangles her hair. It feels a lot better than when she does it herself and she relaxes. 

“So… What is next for you, daughter, hm? Now that you are not First Lady of Talokan?”

“Well, therapy for one. Being a better mother to Uuka and Miya. Maybe find a new man.”

“Mmhm, I don’t think so! You need to lay off men for a long time. But do not worry. When it is time, I will find you a good one.”

Shuri falls to her knees in the foyer, nearly getting tackled to the floor by Uuka and Miya. She holds them tight, taking all of their love in. She can hear her new son whispering near her ear.

“I’m so happy you’re here now, Mama Shuri. Don’t ever leave again.”

“I’m not, honey,” she promises. “Talokan is home now. You are my home.”

Shuri rises when Fen is rolled into the foyer by Namora. She wrings her hands together nervously, unsure of how to explain herself to the women she had been lying to all summer. 

“Hi…I’m not sure how much K’uk’ulkan has told you, but  my name is Shuri. I’m T’Channa’s twin sister and I was pretending to be her this summer due to… well, you know her. I’m so sorry for not telling the truth and for being so deceptive.”

Fen holds out her hands. Shuri takes them. The old woman’s eyes are watering.

“In chu’upalo, I thank Chaac that you are not your sister. Any woman who has brought my son out of his misery and changed his life for the better is a good one in my eyes. Welcome home, daughter.”

Shuri tears up, not expecting to be received this well. Her heart continues to feel full when Namora actually smiles at her. 

“She is right. You are a good woman. You are family now.” 

K’uk’ulkan checks on his son before turning off the bedroom light. 

“You know I can see your flashlight underneath that blanket tent you created, right?”

“I’m almost done reading this chapter, Baba! I promise I’ll sleep soon!”

“As long as you promise that you’re not living this room whatsoever, mehen. You have your water bottle right there, and your bathroom. I’ll set an alarm trigger if need be.”

“I’m done running away. Everything is how it should be.”

K’uk’ulkan smiles and closes the door gently. He peeks in on Miya, who is snuggling her seal stuffed animal and sleeping peacefully. His last stop for the night is his bedroom, where his gorgeous fiancée is sitting on top of the mattress in a yellow negligée. He laughs softly while kicking his shoes off.

“What have you got planned for me, Princess?”

“To sit on you and clean your wounds…If you’d let me,” she adds sweetly, and the president removes everything except for his boxers. 

“I am yours to do whatever you please, itzia.”

Shuri winks at him. He lies on his back, and groans quietly when the flesh of his abdomen comes into contact with her bare pussy. She isn’t wearing any panties underneath that sexy negligee. He lifts his head slightly, licking his lips when he sees the slit, then drops it back down onto the pillow. 

Shuri rubs a special ointment on the cuts along his cheekbones and forehead. He trails his hands up and down her thighs, both of their sexes pulsating. She is so tender with him, every touch feels like love. 

“I cannot believe you went through all that,” she whispers, somewhat scolding now. “You could’ve died. Three people did die. I can’t believe nobody is suspicious that you lived.”

“I told the investigators that the assassin was intending to shoot me as well, but he was gathering too much of an audience and took off. He left me alive as a message and whatnot.”

“Do you think they’re going to back off and continue believing you?” Shuri frowns when she sees the scar on his chest. She massages it gently. “My poor baby.”

“Nobody is suspicious of me from what I have been able to gather, but there is something I must do to prevent this from happening again.”

“Which is…?”

“Need my private investigator to kill all the mafia rats who gave Cadmael my information.”

Shuri sighs and rests her hands on his neck. “I really wish you wouldn’t hire assassins at all. I need this murderous streak over before our baby arrives.”

K’uk’ulkan smiles and grabs her waist. He lifts her up and pulls her forward until her belly is hovering above his face. She remains suspended in the air as he nuzzles her stomach. He kisses it, his rough voice beginning a soft, low melody followed by words from his native tongue in a deep baritone. Shuri only understands a few words. 

“What are you singing to our baby? Or babies?” Shuri asks, and he plants her right back onto his abdomen. His hand strokes her belly, filling her with warmth. He glances up at her. 

“It’s an old Maya lullaby. My mother sang it to me when I was a young boy.” K’uk’ulkan continues soothingly rubbing her stomach.

“What does it mean?” Shuri questions as she slips her hand into this thick, black mane.

K’uk’ulkan hesitates for a moment before he speaks again. “Go to sleep my little warrior, go to sleep now, ancestors in the night sky are shining over you.” 

“Well… How beautiful. Did you sing that to Uuka and Miya?”

“I did. I will sing it to our babies, as well.” 

Without having to do it himself, Shuri lifts her sexy dress over her head and tosses it somewhere. K’uk’ulkan’s desire for her burns red hot within him, aching to be put out by getting drenched from her. Her precious hands cradle his bearded face as she rubs her pussy on his abdomen. The muscles in his thighs clench when he feels her getting wetter by each movement. His eyes are everywhere, addicted to every part of her when she becomes lost in ecstasy. 

“What caused you to become so aroused, my love?” K’uk’ulkan whispers, his cock straining in his boxers when his future wife is really, truly getting herself off on his abs. “Hm? The idea of you becoming a mother?”

“It was your voice,” she manages, her brilliant and beautiful eyes gone wild. His cock rubs against the space between her ass, needing to feel it completely with no boxers to block it. “You sing so romantically and so hot. A tear ran down my leg.”

K’uk’ulkan laughs, continuing to be still a moment longer while his Shuri enjoys herself. Her small clit is getting hit just right, he can tell by the increased volumes of her moans and the way she wraps her hands around his neck tighter. He encourages her, stroking her ass, occasionally slipping his fingers in. 

“Keep going, beautiful. You’re so close. Let táatah’s abs get soaked by his pretty princess. Táatah loves you, baby. Come.”

And she does. 

And how oh so beautiful she looks when she does. 

Eyebrows together, head thrown back, a brilliant smile. So happy. So lovely. A woman who only belongs to him. Nobody before. Nobody after. 

He cups her neck suddenly and forces her to descend onto him, their lips coming together at last. His kiss is ravenous, the force of it causing her to collapse against him. His lips coax hers open with little effort. He explores her mouth determinedly, taking what he is his. Long strokes of his tongue against hers, teeth catching her lips in bites, groans and moans caught in one another’s mouth and swallowed up. His thumb runs up and down her jaw, occasionally applying pressure to adjust the tilt of her head as he changes the angle of the kiss. Their noses bump and brush as he tells her within his thoughts, 

Love me. Only me. 

A few seconds more and they pull away from one another’s lips, gasping for air. His lips feel swollen, his breathing is ragged, his face is tinged with heat. Shuri’s eyes are blazed with focused lust, her lipstick now smeared. 

And to his surprise, his little lady grabs the back of his head and forces another kiss. She works her tongue into his mouth, teasing and playful. He wraps his arms around and groans into her, his arousal building. He brings his mouth to her jawline, licking below it. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, sweetheart. Won’t happen again.” Because he’s never letting her go. “Let me make it up to you.” 

He takes her with them, the two of them now standing in front of the edge of the bed. He gropes her breasts as he uses his chest against her back to lower her, wanting her to become bent over. One hand touches her pulsing heat. 

“So needy… and so…” He bites her ear. “Wet  for me.” 

His eyes rake over her body, burning across her skin, drinking in the sight of her bent over for him oh so nicely and willingly, entirely at his mercy. 

His hands are on her again, running up and down the back of her thighs. Her cunt clenches as more arousal seeps from her. He teases, running his hands up and down, over her ass, dipping close to her core, and pulling away when she rolls her hips.

“Tell me what you want, my princess. I’ll give it to you. Always.” 

A cool finger slides between her folds narrowly avoiding her clit as her hips jerk, a sharp gasp leaving her.

“Repeat yourself.” His finger lazily trails along the now slick skin of her inner thigh.

With a moan, she whimpers, “Touch me.” 

Fingers rub her clit in circles. Fingers stroke along either side of her clit. A thumb runs up and down her slit, the tip dipping into her every few strokes.

She quivers and rocks her hips, faster and faster as she feels the build of pleasure. His thumb dips into her fully, running against her walls, bending and stroking to find that one spot that always has her screaming his name until she’s hoarse.

His free hand flexes against her ass, pushing and clinging onto her as he works her body. His breathing intensifies. Moans and gasps trickle from her lips. With a particularly hard thrust of his hand, he caresses that spot within her that makes her legs shudder and collapse. He strokes again, harder, punishing.

“There it is.”

Her voice is needy, desperate, and lewd. “Yes, K’uk’ulkan!”

“What lovely sounds you make for me. Say my name again, baby.” 

And she does call it out, again and again as he drives her towards completion, always wanting to take thorough care of his beautiful Shuri who has changed his life completely. He smirks when she gasps and clenches around his fingers, feeling the heartbeat of her cunt before he pulls them out. 

“How does it feel when you come?”

She swallows. 

Then,

“Like I’m drowning and burning alive all at once.”

His cock presses against her, slipping through her arousal and making her twitch and writhe. Tears of pleasure and pain gather in her eyes. 

“That is how you always make me feel.”

He enters her slowly, shallowly thrusting into her with just the head of his cock. He slides into her easily, her body slick from orgasm and willing to accept him with no resistance. When he fills her completely, she clenches around him tightly, pulling a groan from him.

He moves leisurely at first with long, slow, and deep thrusts. He lets her feel him, the strength, power, and desire of him. It’s love making. The deeper the thrusts the longer and more drawn out her moans become. He rolls his hips seductively when he’s buried so deep. He caresses her beautiful skin. His head tilts back, appreciating the feel of her and this long awaited reunion.

His grasp becomes rigid when her cunt begins contracting more and when she trembles and tenses,  the warning signs of her pending orgasm. His thrusts come faster, unyielding and harsh. He’s fucking her now. He roughly grabs her hands, pulling them behind her back and holding her wrists together. He clenches his teeth and grunts, increasing the pace of his movements and feeling his restraint breaking. His breathing is aggressive as he pounds into her and she becomes boneless, her body jerking back and forth across the mattress. He tugs on her wrists to pull her body against his, a soft cry leaving her lips with every forceful thrust.

“I love you,” he growls into her ear as her ass bounces against his pelvis. “Always gonna make you feel good, baby. You’re not going anywhere.”

Attuma closes his eyes and wears a smile as Okoye bathes him. He could have left this hospital months ago, but there are perks and T’Channa’s cash that he stole still within his wallet that has allowed him to stay. 

He eyes the nurse’s ample breasts as they jiggle underneath the scrubs she wears. He hardens beneath  the water, imagining how it would feel to suck and hold them after having to put up with T’Channa’s tiny tits all summer. 

“Oh, Bast,” Okoye whispers, seeing the tip emerge from the water. She eyes it for a moment before they make contact, dark and intense. 

His soapy hand clutches the back of her shaved head and he draws her near, their lips meeting at long last, their moans soft and gentle. She becomes lost in the sudden kiss until she pulls away, gasping.

“I need to grab a clean towel from the laundry room. I’ll be right back.”

Attuma smiles, relaxing in the tub. “Take your time, gorgeous.”

He admires her curvy ass as she leaves, then smiles up at the ceiling. That’s the kind of woman he should’ve been chasing after, not one who is married to an equally insane husband. He’s grateful he’s survived this long.

The door of the bathroom opens. He smiles and turns his head, desiring to see Okoye. He barely registers the masked man holding a gun to his forehead before the trigger is pulled. 

As Attuma lay dead in the tub and the water turns crimson, Happy Hogan calmly exits the hospital room, his gun with a silencer tucked into his pants. He carries a bouquet of roses as he heads to the elevator, pretending that he’s going to see someone. He grins underneath his face mask when he can hear the screams of the attractive nurse right before the doors close. 

He heads outside and climbs into the plateless van. He pulls out his burner phone and calls one belonging to his boss.

“It’s finally done, sir. Sorry about that. I met a real looker named May. You know how it goes.”

Happy smiles when he hears the deep groans of a young woman in the background, begging K’uk’ulkan to go faster. It seems he got his dream girl.

“Continue with the list I gave you.”

“That’s a lot of mafia members, Kuk.”

“After learning that they’re rats, the boss gave it the go ahead. There will be no backlash.”

“Sounds good. When’s the wedding?”

“Tomorrow.”

Happy hears the fapping sound of two bodies joining together. He shakes his head with a smile. 

“Don’t break her too badly.”

“I won’t,” he laughs. “Thank you, Happy. You’re a good man.”

The call ends, and Happy takes out the list of names. It’s rat hunting season. 

Shuri and K’uk’ulkan have their entire wedding filmed live for all of Talokan to witness, from their ceremony within the church to the reception. The president and the new First Lady hold hands at the table, watching one of Talokan’s finest singers perform for them. When the song turns romantic, they’re encouraged to dance together, which is something they both desire. 

With their bodies pressed together and the singer pouring his heart out, K’uk’ulkan smiles adoringly down at his new wife, the one he was always meant to be with. 

“You are stunning tonight, atan. I don’t know if I told you yet.”

“You’ve been calling me beautiful since I stood before you at the altar.” She scrunches her nose and plays with the quetzal feather attached to the cuff of his ear. “My handsome man. How I love you so.”

They kiss and the guests cheer loudly.

Shuri clings to her new husband, resting her cheek upon his chest and feeling completely happy. For him to marry her so quickly following the divorce from her sister and before the elections when something this scandalous could be detrimental, it only proves how much he truly loves her. 

When they have a rare moment of separation, Shuri sits with her parents. Her baba is only there for a moment before Uuka and Miya are encouraging the old man to play with them out in the courtyard. Ramonda holds her daughter’s hand on top of the table.

“I still don’t like him.”

“Mother!”

“But he makes you happy. That is all that matters to me.” Ramonda gestures to her. “It is a good thing you wore that tight gown before becoming swollen with two babies.”

Shuri sweats a bit. She went from not wanting kids to have two with two more on the way. There will be plenty more, too.

“I’d rather not think about having to push two babies out of me right now. How’s T’Channa?”

“She’s well. Your husband set her up in that nice house along the riverside, as you know. She goes to therapy. Hasn’t been seeing anyone. She is far from happy, though. She feels as though she can’t go anywhere in Talokan without feeling embarrassed. I encouraged her to move with me to Wakanda, but she doesn’t want the children to be far from their father during her custodial weeks.”

“To be fair, Mother, her entire vagina went viral years ago and she never cared. I think she’ll survive this.”

From another table, unaware to Shuri, K’uk’ulkan and his mother are admiring her. Fen squeezes his arm. 

“I can finally die happy knowing my baby is in good hands.”

“Don’t say that, Naa. You have plenty of years left.”

“My point still stands, Ch’ah. You’ve got yourself a wonderful woman who loves you and your children. There is nothing else you need in this world.”

He kisses his mother on the cheek, then his eyes widen. Namora is on the dance floor, holding a woman close and kissing her.

Huh.

Channie was right, after all. 

Over at the other table, Shuri is fixing to rise up from her seat and join her groom when a peppery haired man comes over with an envelope. He speaks in a thick accent. 

“For you, ko’olele’. From one family to another. Congratulations on a beautiful wedding.” 

Shuri peeks inside. There’s an insane amount of money within. The old man kisses her cheek while she remains in shock.

“Tell K’uk’ulkan the rats have been exterminated, and he will no longer have any issues. May Chaac bless you and yours for eternity.”

While she watches the man walk towards her husband, Shuri can hear her mother asking, 

“Who was that?”

As if she’s going to tell Ramonda that she just met Talokan’s mafia boss and that the Almehens are forever protected by them, for better or worse. 

“Just a family friend. That’s all.” 

Breaking News Alert

In a landslide victory, President Almehen has won the election against Governor Ko’ba! We look forward to four more years with our President!

In other news, congratulations are in order for First Lady Shuri, who has safely given birth to twins, a boy and a girl named Zuni and Marisol.

What a wonderful and eventful week for The Almehens!

Several Months Later 

T’Channa, who needed a break from seeing her ex and her sister plastered everywhere, has finally taken Ramonda up on the offer to explore Wakanda while Uuka and Miya are with their father and stepmother and siblings on a vacation of their own. 

She lazily explores an outdoor marketplace, finding the items to be cute but not the luxury brands she’s used to. She lowers her Prada sunglasses, attaching them to her top while she examines some hand-painted sandals. 

“Professor Udaku?”

She turns around to see an attractive young man standing there, with eyes a shade of brown and wavy black hair. He’s dressed in business casual, with a white shirt tucked into some khakis. He’s a bit too old to be a student, but what does she know?

“Sorry. I’m her twin, T’Channa.”

“Ah… Should’ve known that after reading about it a while back. She’s married to the president of Talokan now, right?”

T’Channa does her best to not look annoyed. She can’t escape them anywhere. 

“Is there something you need me to tell her?”

The man stares at her in silence, a small smile on his face. When she arches an eyebrow, he laughs nervously.

“No, sorry. Just shocked to maybe have seen her. I work in the technological department at the university. She always helped me with all my issues.” 

“Oh, she’s just a peach, isn’t she?”

“You said your name is T’Channa?” He continues after she nods. “I’m Joaquín. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

When she reluctantly shakes his hand, her eyes widen and her heart flutters. There’s electricity where they’re connected. She’s only felt this once in her life. 

“You live in Wakanda now, T’Channa?”

“No… Just visiting my mother for the remainder of the week.”

Joaquín searches her face. T’Channa is beginning to become flustered, a rarity when it comes to men. 

“Pardon me for being so forward ma’am, but if you’re not busy, would you like to join me for some coffee at the café next door?” 

T’Channa smiles, until she remembers something. “Before I get your hopes up, you should know that I have two kids. A boy and a girl.” 

“All I’m asking for is coffee. Even so, that’s not a deal breaker for me. But now, we are just two strangers enjoying each other’s company.” 

The months come and go. T’Channa often finds herself flying out to Wakanda when it isn’t her week with the babies. Joaquín, other than being handsome, isn’t her type. He’s not rich, he’s not powerful, he’s not a man of great importance. But he’s sweet, he’s respectful, he’s intelligent. He makes her laugh and makes her happier than she’s ever been with a man. 

They are now inside a hotel room, kissing as they sit on the edge of the mattress. There is so much attention in his kisses, the way he works her lower lip then her upper one, the way their tongues move together, how he swallows her moans. 

“Oh, Joaquín,” she sighs when they break for air, their foreheads pressed together. He grabs her chin, forcing delicate eye contact.

“What is it?”

“I’m so used to the type of love that sends me to therapy.”

Joaquín kisses her lips again, holding her face in his big hands. “You should try the type that’s soft and heals you. May I touch you, Anna?”

T’Channa nearly melts at the nickname. Her ex-husband ruined Channie for her, but she has never had the energy to correct people. To Joaquín, T’Channa is Anna, a brand new woman. At least, she’s trying to be. 

She’s thought about this moment for a while. What he would be like with her, if he’s rough and punishing. Or if he’s passionate and slow, wanting to savor every last bit of her. T’Channa is a sexual person. She knows her body, and knows it well. She knows exactly what she likes and what feels good. 

It’s just Joaquín Torres that she does not have figured out, and it somewhat terrifies her to try again. She isn’t good at relationships. 

But for so many weeks, she has fantasized about what his fingers would feel like instead of her own. They are so long and thick; they’d stretch her out and hit all the spots hers can’t. She wonders if he’s the type to add his mouth for extra pleasure, or would happily wrap his lips around nipple and suck and—

“Is that alright, beautiful?”

T’Channa realizes she hasn’t responded. Her soft yes makes Joaquín smile. 

His lips attach to hers and then to her jaw. His hand holds her jaw in place while he trails small pecks down to the base of her neck. He searches for the spot that makes her body melt into his. It only takes a few tries to find it, her body relaxing, and a small whine slips past her lips. 

“God, I love the sounds you make,” he whispers. “Love that I’m the one doing this to you.”

He nibbles on the sensitive skin, running his tongue over the small bites. She sighs and grips the hem of his t-shirt. Joaquín slides his hands under her shirt, rubbing small circles on her hips before pulling it up. 

Breaking away from her skin, he pulls the soft fabric over her head and up her arms. The cold air hits her skin and sends goosebumps over her exposed skin. 

It is the most of her body Joaquín has seen. He gives her a wild-eyed stare that has her nerves buzzing and tingling, then his lips attach to her skin once more, continuing a trail from her neck, over her bra, and down to the waistband of her shorts. 

He’s now on his knees in front of her,  breathing heavily against her hip. The button of your denim shorts is unfastened, and his fingers slip through the belt loop, slowly sliding them down her thighs to her ankles. 

“We’re going as fast or as slow as you want,” he whispers, reassuring her when he must sense how nervous she is for reasons she doesn’t understand. She’s had so many lovers, most of which are dangerous men who matched her insanity. Joaquín is a good man, and yet she's most intimidated by him. 

Feeling his coarse palms slide up the sides of her thighs, she nods. They roam to the back and up to her ass, gripping and massaging softly. His lips trail up your her. Her skin feels hot, her heart is racing, and a faint ache between her thighs becomes more apparent. 

Joaquín smiles. He’s back to eye level, but his hands can’t seem to leave her body. She’s finding it impossible to complain about that. 

“Hi, pretty girl.” 

He gently lays her on the bed. His fingers loop around the lacey material of her panties, sliding them down her legs. They drop at the foot of the bed. Sitting up, he unclips her bra. It soon joins her panties. 

Joaquín sucks in a breath, glancing at her now throbbing pussy. His eyes trail up to her breasts. Her nipples harden while his lips part. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen such a pretty sight before.”

Pulling his t-shirt over his head and tugging his jeans down his legs, letting them drop next to her panties, T’Channa stares at the defined lines on his stomach. 

He lies on his side next to her, propped up. He runs his fingers along the inside of her thigh, spreading her open just enough to make him groan. Gasping softly, she can feel his bulge brushing against her thigh. 

“When’s the last time you’ve had sex, Anna?”

“Well over a year now…”

“Do you touch yourself?”

The words make her heart beat out of her chest, and arousal coats her folds. 

“Yes.”

His cock twitches.

“Tell me what you like, pretty girl.” 

Swallowing hard, her voice is soft and just above a whisper, becoming the shy girl she knows she isn’t. Heat floods her cheeks, and she looks down, avoiding his eyes. 

“I…I like this….” Her fingers run over his, guiding him to her clit. 

Joaquín bites back a moan, and his middle finger slowly circles the sensitive nerve. The movements are small, and sparks of pleasure shoot through her body. She props her knees up, widening her thighs. 

“Need to know everywhere and everything that makes your body feel good. Need your toes curling for me.”

T’Channa closes her eyes as he continues to toy with her clit, warming up the rest of her body. She’s rolling her hips into his fingers, and faint little whimpers escape her lips. His breath hitches when he slides further down between her folds.

“Already so wet for me.”

She turns her head into his chest, whining while he laughs.  

“Don’t get shy on me, honey. I bet you taste so sweet.” 

Two fingers slip inside her. She clenches around him, tensing up. He starts slowly, his thumb still working her clit. There is a sting of pain, but it slowly turns into pleasure. His fingers curl into her special spot, making her exhale sharply. 

Joaquín smiles, kissing her forehead and then her lips. Groaning against her mouth, he pushes himself deeper. She becomes more relaxed with every thrust of his fingers. 

“Need to stretch you out if it’s been over a year, pretty girl. Get you nice and ready.”

Nodding frantically, T’Channa starts to jerk her hips. Joaquín peppers small pecks around her face and down her jaw. Shifting down the bed, he kisses her body until his lips land right above her pelvis. Slipping between her legs, he is finally at eye level with her aching and dripping core. His tongue dips between her folds, licking upward. 

“Oh, fuck…” T’Channa whines, balling the blanket in her fists. His tongue is warm against her, and it swirls around her clit while his fingers continue to work inside her aching walls. Her back arches as her new lover quickly becomes addicted to the taste of her. 

“So sweet. Fuck, you taste so good.” He licks and sucks on her folds as though this is his final meal. T’Channa can’t vocalize her approaching orgasm, only broken moans escaping her as she grinds her hips into his mouth. 

Lost in the taste of her, Joaquín mumbles into her folds incoherently. His cock is throbbing, begging to be freed, and precum leaks from his tip, creating a wet spot on his boxers. Her fingers weave through his hair while her leg drapes over his broad shoulder. 

The pleasure builds in the pit of her stomach, and she’s holding back, wanting to savor every bit of this moment. Moans get caught in her throat when he sucks on her clit and presses two fingers into her, finding that sweet spot. His free hand holds her steady while her hips squirm and her head pushes into the pillow. The pleasure crashes into her like a tidal wave, drenching the land after a drought. A mix of curses and whimpers fall from her tongue as he licks up all her arousal.

Sweat glistens on her forehead, and she’s trying to catch her breath. 

“Shit…”

He peppers light kisses along her inner thigh, slowly pumping his fingers inside her. Once her breathing is back to normal, he removes his fingers and brings them to his lips. He sucks her flavor off him, and T’Channa’s eyes sparkle.

Oh.

Oh, he’s a sweetheart and a freak. 

“How are you feeling?” Joaquín asks as he returns to his original spot next to her, his fingers tracing her breasts and drawing circles around her nipples. 

“Fucking amazing,” she mumbles, turning to face him, bringing her lips back to his. Her hands roam down his side, slipping under his waistband. She wants to feel him and feel him inside her. 

“You ready for more?” He asks quietly, and she nods.

“I can do this all night.”

Joaquín chuckles, removing his boxers. T’Channa bites her lip, seeing his erection. He’s huge, and she’s a size queen. 

“Remember, as fast or as slow as you want, Anna.” He caresses the side of her face. “Can’t wait to feel you around me. I’ve thought about it so much and I’m tired of lying about it.”

“I would’ve let you hit it that same day we met but… therapy.”

Joaquín positions himself on top of her. She loves how heavy he is. 

“I promise I won’t cause you more trouble, T’Channa. My only goal is to pleasure you, the way you want it.” 

She steadies her breathing while she watches him widen her legs with his. Propping her legs up, Joaquín strokes himself slowly. Her mouth waters at the sight. 

“Ready for me, gorgeous?”

“Please…”

He presses the head of his cock between her folds, then glides it up down, grazing her clit before guiding himself inside her aching hole. He curses under his breath, feeling her tightly clench around him. The small bits of pain fade when he pauses, allowing time for her body to adjust to him after going so long without penetration. 

“There you go, pretty girl, you’re doing so good. Tell me when you want me to move,” he whispers, and she grabs at his lower back. 

“Fuck me, Joaquín. Please. I need you.”

Speeding up his movements, he nuzzles his head into her neck and she wraps her arms around his, running her fingers through his hair. His strokes are deep and steady. 

“Shit, you’re taking this dick like it’s made for you…” He groans in her ear between thrusts. “So good…” 

She’s lost in the pleasure, unable to remember the last time a man made her feel this kind of sensation. She’s so full, and her mind is foggy. The ability to stay quiet is lost as the sparks of pleasure shoot up her body. There’s no pain at all, only pure bliss.  

“So close,” she pants, gripping him tight and clawing at his neck. 

“I can feel it.”

Her fingers tug at the roots of his hair, meeting his thrusts halfway. 

“Come for me, pretty girl,” He breathes, groaning when her legs wrap around him. 

The pleasure overwhelms her, and her eyes roll back. She sees stars and bucks her hips into him, gasping for air. Joaquín is right there with her, his cum spilling inside her, and he bites on her shoulder. 

“Oh, Chaac, Joaquín!”

His thrusts fall inconsistent, and his hand finds her jaw. He finds her lips, and his kisses are lazy and gentle. Her body is still heated, and sweat beads around her hairline. He holds her, helping her body cool down. He removes himself from her dripping pussy. 

“Are you okay?” Joaquín whispers, kissing her forehead. 

“I’m more than okay,” she smiles, still panting as though winning a marathon. “Hey… Would you like to finally meet my babies?” 

K’uk’ulkan holds the door open for his children, watching as Uuka and Miya dart out to see their mother. T’Channa emerges from her house and drops her knees to hug them the best that she can. Behind her on the porch is a man close to her age for once. That same man salutes him.

“It is an honor to meet you, President Almehen!” 

K’uk’ulkan makes a face at him, then watches from outside the limo as his children greet Joaquín. Uuka is practically bouncing on his toes as he stands in front of him. 

“Hi, Mr. Joaquín! Mama said you like drones?”

“Oh, I specialize in them! Want to fly some around? I have a cute pink one for you, too, Miya.”

“Yay! Pink!”

“Why don’t the three of you head to the backyard? I’ll be right there.” T’Channa kisses Joaquín, who appears to be delighted by it, murmuring a yes, ma’am to her. 

K’uk’ulkan crosses his arms as his ex-wife approaches him. 

“What?”

“Thank you for being fine with having them meet him. He’s not like… the others.”

“You can thank your sister for that. I wasn’t going to allow it until she mentioned that Joaquín was her colleague in Wakanda and he’s decent. Is he moving here to be with you?”

“Not sure what our plans are yet. We’re just seeing where it goes. I’m learning not to rush into things.”

K’uk’ulkan hums, then pulls off a thick folder from the top of the limo. “Shuri says this is what you need to teach Uuka this week. All the lesson plans are written out for you. Just follow along.”

T’Channa groans. “Tell that dork I’m perfectly capable of homeschooling Uuka! Most of the time, she has him sitting in that college classroom of hers!”

“He is learning in that college classroom, not flying… droids. Educate our son for a few hours a day. You’re the reason he’s homeschooled in the first place.”

“Fine…” She snatches the folder and begins walking off, but not without a backwards glance. “You’re getting too hairy, by the way.”

K’uk’ulkan chuckles as he opens the limo door. “Your sister loves it. I’ll see you next week, Channie.” 

No official goodbyes are exchanged. No embraces, and certainly no kisses. Not even a smile. They are co-parents and nothing more, working together to give the best life possible to their children. 

K’uk’ulkan has his new driver pick up Zyanya before they head to the brand new university that has been opened up in the lower income district, founded by First Lady Shuri Almehen, the best First Lady Talokan has ever had. 

The president laughs when several children from the newly renovated elementary school next door get close to the limo when it pulls up to the curb. His driver glances back at him. 

“You need to call in some security, sir?”

“Nah. I love interacting with my little bosses. Wait here until Zyanya returns with the twins.”

“Got it.”

K’uk’ulkan helps the nanny out of the car, and then he’s bombarded by hugs and questions until the teachers and parents have to pry the children away. He smiles and waves at them, and his people return it. It is now not uncommon for the president to be seen in this area. Not only is he interacting more with those who voted him in and improving their lives —

He also has a crush on one of the university professors. 

He studies the sexy professor through the glass window of her classroom door, watching her balance a twin in each arm as she finishes up the lecture. She didn’t have to do this, but she chose to, missing her babies on Tuesdays and Thursdays when she teaches. 

K’uk’ulkan presses his back against the wall when students begin exiting, hiding behind it. Zyanya enters, and the president grins while listening to the conversation.

“Ms. Zyanya! What are you doing here?”

“I have been given special instructions by Mr. Almehen to take Zuni and Marisol for a fun filled evening around the farm with Ms. Fen.”

“Uh… huh. And is Mr. Almehen out in the hallway as we speak?”

K’uk’ulkan enters the classroom, and his children begin with their alligator tears upon seeing him, wanting his attention. He holds both of his babies, showering them with kisses and making them giggle. He hands them back to Zyanya, who runs to the limo to keep them giggling and happy when separation from their father nearly makes them cry. 

Shuri, wearing a green mini skirt that he knows must have her young adult students fantasizing about her, places a hand on her hip.

“I try to refrain myself from barging into your office and disturbing you, sir. What are you doing in my place of work?”

K’uk’ulkan locks the door behind him and sits on her desk. He reaches his arm out, and gets a handful of ass as he pulls her into his spread legs, pressing her right against his bulge. Professor Almehen’s eyes are clouded with lust as she waits for him to speak, their mouths close. 

“I promised you many moons ago that I would fuck you on your desk. I may be late, but I am a man of my word.”

“Oh,” Shuri purrs, unbuttoning his gray dress shirt underneath his red suit jacket. She moves her painted lips to his cheek, and he growls quietly as she kisses along the column of his throat and chest, leaving lipstick marks on his skin. She then straightens up, touching the side of his bearded face. “You’ve got twenty minutes.”

His tongue strokes hers, their saliva mixing, nothing but heat and wetness between them. A romance that has been fiery and passionate from the start and forever more. 

“That’s all I need.” 

Fin