Note: Two imagines this week ’cause I only posted one last week of Feb. Posts gonna be weekly, not bi-weekly, for the foreseeable future.
Imagine Nakia finding you before Shuri and Riri. By walking in on your posing for one of Namor’s murals. Nude.
K’uk’ulkan, as he preferred you call him, was too entranced with your body to notice her. Entranced, like you’d been by his siren’s call. Your would-be rescuer’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Nakia’s gaze darted to your newest lover. Bewildered, she looked back at you.
You bit your lip. Some Dora Milaje you were. Employing your form instead of your spear.
To subdue Namor, you initially tried to convince yourself. The Queen Mother wasn’t going to be happy. You shook your head.
Not now.
Then you mouthed directions to the “guest room.”
“Yes, my love?”
“Oh, nothing, K’uk’ulkan. My jaw’s just still sore from earlier.”
Talokan’s king smiled. Reminiscing about your lips on his cock. “Do you wish to finish this later?”
“Stretch my limbs?” you replied, adjusting yourself into a sitting possession. Giving him an excellent glimpse of your teats as Nakia made her exit.
“Let me return the favor,” the king offered, removing his cloak. “Let me kneel for you. Unless…” He paused, bending one knee. “…you want to introduce me to queening.”