Chapter 68: Night Continues // Shuri
"Err…where did my clothes go?" Felix asked, looking around. "And my glasses?"
"Okoye took them. Duh."
"But—"
"Don't worry, she's just washing them." Another flicker down. This time, Shuri smirked. "Don't worry, I won't look."
Damn that Okoye! How had he not noticed her!? She might be trained but…
'I was thinking with my dick and she wasn't doing anything that endangered me.' Felix wanted to face-palm. 'Spider-Sense, please apply your abilities to my clothes too.'
Felix had no choice but to follow Shuri. The glass entrance opened and they moved from the pool to the dining area. Walking, ass cheeks emphasized by her panties, Felix looked at the floor, heated. Shuri did not look like the type to have cake.
'That lab coat certainly hid a lot…'
Black panties and a bra. That was all she was wearing and the princess did not care. The comfortable warmth of the penthouse made the transition all the better. The cool night air to an airconditioned penthouse. Felix didn't feel the difference, even in boxers. His body temperature was always perfectly regulated.
At the dining room, Felix noticed that Okoye had switched to a bikini. The sight caught him off guard; the tall, stoic warrior looked strikingly different in the dark red two-piece, her athletic physique more noticeable than ever.
Shuri must have noticed his surprise because she chuckled and said, "Okoye sometimes joins me in the pool. It's a nice way to unwind after a long day."
The symmetric top had a strappy cage opening at the front. Felix didn't need Herbie to be able to tell they were B-cups. 'Sporty and sexy.' His gaze lingered on her shaved head, then went down lower. 'I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes.'
He almost considered whacking himself. What a stupid thought.
Felix took a seat before she could turn and look at him in boxers. Okoye seemed to want to say something at the sudden mad dash but didn't when she heard Shuri laughing. The sight of both African women in bare clothing was making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. As they sat down at the dinner table, he couldn't help but notice how effortlessly stunning they both looked. Shuri with her slender, athletic build, while Okoye with her tough, no-nonsense look.
The table was set with an impressive spread of dishes, with Okoye serving everything seven or eight plates at a time. She had excellent equilibrium.
'Definitely well-trained. Probably better than those guys with the Hand,' he thought. His look was brief and she definitely didn't notice.
Felix and Shuri started with a platter of grilled vegetables and seasoned rice. The main course was a generous serving of sausages.
Felix didn't think much when he took a bite of the sausage, save for maybe the fact that he was still in boxers. Shuri leaned in close and whispered, "Sausages, am I right?"
"Huh?"
He looked up and saw her deepthroating a sausage. Felix was stunned when she successfully throated it down.
"Honestly?" Shuri said while chewing and smirking. "It's pretty small compared to something else I've seen recently."
Felix's mouth opened and closed, his ears turning a shade of red that he was sure matched the tomatoes in the salad. Okoye remained blank-faced, her expression unchanging, but Felix couldn't tell if she was suppressing a laugh or genuinely uninterested.
"I'm sure Wakanda is, err, fine too."
Yeah, he was stumbling a little. This was a princess, not some random chick on the street. If he went out of line, she could charge for sexual harassment and he wouldn't be able to do a damn thing. Before, when he thought she was slut, he was confident. Now that he was friends with her, it was different.
"Wakanda is big. Just not that big. Right, Okoye?"
"Right." Okoye looked like she wanted to roll her eyes.
"Why don't you eat with us?" Felix suggested.
"I guard."
In that thick Wakandan accent, her response was curt and without a second rebuttal.
Felix was doing his best to focus on the food, but Shuri's teasing wasn't making it any easier.
"Ooh, I guess you heard. Okoye is great with big weapons."
"Good with weapons and attractive?" Felix retorted. "Looks like the princess has been caught lacking?"
Shuri was stunned. "Ha? Ha! Hahahaha!" Suddenly, she was laughing and slapping the table.
'I…didn't think that was that funny.'
Trying to steer the conversation to safer waters, Felix decided to praise Okoye's cooking. "This is really delicious, by the way. You're an amazing cook."
Okoye smiled. "Thank you, Felix Faeth. I am glad you're enjoying it."
Seeing a lady like her smile…
Yep, no way. Felix pushed himself and his chair forward to the limit. And for the first time, Okoye's expression turned to shock. She didn't see, but she heard. She heard the light tap hitting the underside of the table.
As for Shuri, she was finally done laughing. She smiled and said, "Yep, yep. That's it." She suddenly stood up and stretched her arms high in the air. Turning, Felix could see her panties clinging to her ass in all the right ways. He couldn't help but stare, the fabric of his boxers literally tearing through the seams.
"Why don't we go for another swim?" Shuri suggested, her eyes locking onto Felix's. Her words and their real meaning held two entirely different things. "The night is still young."
"Just, um, give me a couple minutes."
So Shuri left, leaving Felix with a big problem. He breathed in and out and waited for his body to heat down.
'Extremis, why couldn't you have given me an adaption here? All the requirements were met! Sort-of. Not really.'
As soon as he cooled off, he made his way back outside, the cool night air refreshing against his skin. Felix slipped back into the pool, the water soothing his heated skin. Shuri was already up ahead.
They floated side by side, the city lights reflecting off the water's surface. This time, he kept an ear out for Okoye who was inside tidying up and giving them some privacy.
Shuri's shoulder brushing against his. A brush that was different from every other touch she had given him. Her hand drifted down to graze his firm buttocks. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she gave him a subtle squeeze, enjoying the feel of his strong, masculine form.
"You know, Felix," Shuri purred, her voice a low whisper, "I may be a scientist and princess, but I'm not a prude. I have needs too."
(**R18 Start**)
"Is that right?"
The confirmation was there. There was no way this could be sexual harassment. This was going to be a deep, intimate moment for the two of them. His cock was straining through the fabric with pride rather than shame, the water doing nothing to keep it down. It was a ferocious beast ready to dick down the little black chick in front of him, throbbing and pulsating stubbornly.
Shuri and Felix were suddenly face to face. The shorter dark-skinned woman stared up at him with that same iconic smirk of hers. Her complexion wet and dark, her hair in a braid.
Her hand went from his butt to to his crotch, cupping his balls. Though she pretended to be experienced, Felix could tell she was an amateur at this game. Her touch was curious and explorative and he found it endearing, to the point that he smiled and Shuri noticed.
"Ha, you think I've never given a handjob before, right?" Shuri continued, her fingers hotly outlining his balls. "And…you'd be correct. But guess what? I have a crippling porn addiction."
"...what?"
"I said. I love porn. I watch it twenty-four-seven. You think you're a gooner? Guess again. I'm a princess that spent literally two days edging myself. I know how to handle a dick, especially your big thing."
Felix didn't even know how to react. Words wouldn't be enough for this woman, so he found the step in and stood up in the pool, the water lapping at his waist, and Shuri's eyes widened as she got a better view of his bulge. Her gaze fixed on the outline of his cock, her lips parting slightly.
"Porn is one thing, Princess. Reality is another. Think you can handle it."
His boxers were literally unravelling, his throbbing member wanting to break from its cage. Shuri exhaled sharply and then laughed.
"You know, I'm not one to fuck with white boys but…I'll make an exception for you." Felix Faeth was a mild-mannered male with black hair—or at least used to. Because of his powers, his body was toned and muscled and there were dark brown strands of hair on him. These features made him look all the more delectable. Shuri saw him as more than just a white, Western co-worker; she saw him as a stud. Someone that could potentially ruin her cunt.
Her eyes were glued. Her pussy throbbed. Her mind turned its cogs. "Ground rules: no using my pussy. The virginity of a princess is important."
Felix wanted to snort. "But her mouth isn't?"
"What, is there some rule about blowjob virginity? If there is, please point me to it and I will stop here."
"Always finding a loophole, huh?" Felix stepped out of the pool, water dripping from his muscular frame, and Shuri's eyes widened further as Felix slipped his boxers down and let his massive erection bounce. Inhaling sharply at the sudden freedom, it bobbed once, twice, then throbbed demandingly, smacking against him and smearing a string of pre-cum along his quivering abs. The full view of his manhood was gobsmacking. It protruded between his legs like a python. Shuri's face reflected her shock and excitement.
"What in the name of BWC...?" Shuri breathed, her eyes glued to his cock. "I knew you were big, but…fuuuck, there definitely isn't anything like this in Wakanda."
Felix approached her, his confidence radiating from every pore. He knew the effect his endowment had on women, and he loved the power it gave him. Standing before her, he let his throbbing cock bob slightly, enjoying the lustful look on Shuri's face.
"Go on, Princess," Felix said. "You said you wouldn't find anything like this in Wakanda. Grab it. Feel the weight of a real cock in your hands."
Shuri went under the pulsating member, her breath heavy. "Fucking hell," she murmured, reaching out, her small hand wrapping around his shaft. She gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the warm flesh respond to her touch. Watching the massive appendage madly lurch forward earned wide-eyes. "Fuuuck. It was definitely worth coming to the West for this beast."
"I'm glad."
"Looks like the rumour about Western porn using fisheye lenses in their shoots wasn't true," Shuri murmured, stroking it with great pride and respect. Her touch was amateurish yet definitely not without its merits. Both hands were at base and collectively reaching to the crown. "BWC or BBC, it doesn't matter to me as long as it's meaty and mine to play with."
She began to jerk him off slowly, getting a feel for his size and hardness. Her strokes were unpracticed but enthusiastic, and Felix closed his eyes, savouring the pleasure. Pre-cum leaked out. Shuri, as if imitating her porn star heroines, added it to the palm of her hand to use as lubricant.
Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!
"Your cock is so responsive," Shuri commented, fascinated by the sheer intensity of his cock. The throbbing, the pulsing, the lurching of pre-cum. This was all fresh to the prodigy scientist. "And your balls are just as impressive."
Smoothly, she went from the tip, down the shaft to base and all the way to his heavy sack. She cupped and weighed them as if she were a jeweler appraising precious gems. She ran her thumbs over the smooth, tight sack, feeling the warmth and softness of his scrotum.
"I love how heavy they are," Shuri muttered. "It's like they're filled with a thick, creamy load, just waiting to be released."
She lowered her mouth to his balls, running her tongue along the sensitive skin of his perineum before taking one ball into her mouth and sucking gently. Her tongue bathed his sack with her warm saliva, and she hummed as she sucked, sending vibrations through his body.
This wasn't any woman that was kissing his nutsack—this was an African Princess. A woman that had all the eyes of the media trained on her. A woman that was weighed with the expectation of doing great things in New York to prove the Wakandan way of life. A woman that shouldn't have been even entertaining a white man, much less burying her lips into their sack.
Yet here she was, doing the forbidden. Doing the one act which would have earned the scorn of her country.
His cock spat some more pre-cum, falling onto the black chick's spine. The sensation was new yet it couldn't tear her from his musky sack.
'Fuuuck. She's amazing at this.'
Alternating between licking, kissing, and sucking, she devoured his balls with abandon, her hands exploring his thighs and ass, squeezing and caressing the sensitive flesh. Felix moaned, his hands on her head, encouraging her to continue her worship.
"Your mouth feels so good, Princess," he groaned. "Suck my balls like a good girl."
Shuri did just that. Kiss, kiss, kiss.
"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" She planted a juicy kiss to each hefty nut and then focused on licking the underside of his sack. The masculine stench was more intense there yet she lapped it up like a good little African slut. Felix loved it so, so much. It was like receiving a wet, comfy massage to his family jewels. A reward for all the creampies and holes he had filled.
Shuri pulled back and pressed two more kisses. "Mwah! Mwah!" With a pop, she released his sack, a glistening trail of her saliva dripping from his balls to the pool on the tile floor beneath them.
Felix's cock was angry. Not angry in a bad way. Merely that his cock ready to burst. His balls were positively quivering. Shuri looked up at the intimidating member with a smile. This was it. This was everything she had wanted and more.
"I want to see how much of your cock I can fit in my mouth," she said, a challenge sparkling in her eyes, shuffling on her knees.
Finally, she was facing his cock.
Finally, Felix was able to put a hand on his hip and confidently wait for her to do her thing.
A Princess. Royalty. Since the day she was born, she was worshipped. Prayed for. Loved. And now…
"Mm~!"
Now she was kissing the tip of his cock as if making out with it.
Her lips parted open and then she took the engorged head into her mouth. Her lips stretched around the girth, and she sucked gently, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock. She bobbed her head, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, her hands cupping his heavy balls.
But Shuri could never take more than the head.
Felix laughed and enjoyed the sensations. Shuri was an eager student, and she took her time, exploring his cock with her mouth, sucking, licking, and even nibbling gently with her teeth. None of it hurt him so he let her experiment.
"Mmmm~!"
The Princess of Wakanda swirled her tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed, tasting him with delight. But realizing her mouth wouldn't be enough, her hands began to jerk him off.
Not just in any normal way either—the two-hand twist wombo-combo. The art of jacking off a cock while sucking. Her two hands were going up and down his enormous member in a twisting motion—
"Ngh!"
While still continuing to blow him.
'Talk about a princess' education!'
Her hands and her tongue went faster. Her eagerness to please the stud was growing. Her porn-addicted men urged her to do better. "Mmmhhh! Mssshhkk!"
Make him cum! Make him cum!
That was what she was muffling. Her hands stroked his shaft with increasing skill. It was the same for her mouth. She never went deeper but goddamn did her tongue get better at teasing his glans. The vibrations of it all sent shocks of pleasure through Felix's body.
"You feel so good, Princess," Felix gasped, his hips thrusting gently, fucking her face. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop."
But Shuri didn't want him to stop. She wanted to taste his cum, to feel his hot load explode onto her tongue and down her throat. She sucked harder, her hands working his shaft, her tongue rubbing the sensitive ridge of the cockhead.
Princess Shuri of Wakanda did not speak. Her eyes did all the talking for her. It was beautiful.
"Cum for me, Felix." Her eyes were pleading. "Fill my mouth with your hot cum."
But in reality, her muffled voice came out as: "Cmmmkkkh fssshkk mmmppphh, Fsshhkkk~! Fssshh mppp mphhhh hsshkkk ccmmmpppkkk~!"
The irony of the situation sent him over the edge. The fact that she was a genius. The fact that she was beloved. The fact that everyone expected her to be this stubborn, independent woman.
The fact that she was now taking his load.
With a hoarse grunt, he unleashed his load, spurting rope after rope of thick, creamy cum into her waiting mouth. Shuri swallowed eagerly, reveling in the taste and texture of his release. She milked his cock, both hands twisting and jerking him off. She wanted to draw out every last drop—and she did. She drained him until he was spent and shaking.
Pulling back, she smiled up at him, her lips glistening with his essence. "That was incredible," she breathed, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Are your balls empty? Can you keep going? Has your refractory period hit?"
Felix's cock throbbed at the claim. "Not quite."
Shuri giggled, one hand going over to lazily jerk him off. "God, I love when science is wrong."
…
…
…
Felix stood with his arms behind him, his cock jutted out with a slight curve.
"Mmm. Mmmmh~! Mmmh~! Oh yeah."
They were no longer at the pool. They were at the princess' bed—or at least the princess was. She lay flat on the bed, head at the edge with a phone pressed to her ear.
"I understand, brother. It happens. Mmmh~!" A ballsack was dangling above her, and so, she had been working on it with her tongue. "Sorry, brother, just got ice cream."
The King of the African Continent. One of the most powerful men on the Earth. A leader, a king, and a soldier. King T'Challa was a great man and one that Felix respected.
Shuri did not. Under the guise of licking ice cream, she licked and lapped at a white man's ballsack. She allowed herself to reek of his stench; to be tainted by him forever. The massive cock stretched past her head and cast a shadow.
Shuri loved it.
The licking.
"Mmmh~!"
The conversation.
"Trust me, brother, she will not act. That Storm Bitch knows that Kenya isn't strong enough."
And the fact that she could do it all without getting caught.
"Uh-huh. Oh yes, for sure, brother."
Wrapping delicate fingers around the base of his manhood, Shuri gently rose her mouth to envelop his left orb entirely. His throbbing erection jerked traitorously, oozing slick beads of excitement at the first lewd slurp. Mmm-ing happily, she alternated swirling her velvety tongue between each sensitive testicle. Delicate kisses tickled Felix's churning sac with devastating effect before Shuri drew back - leaving cool air washing over the moistened orbs and prompting his pelvis to thrust instinctively forward.
Felix Faeth came. It was as simple as that. He was silent about it, never letting out even a peep. After all, on the other side of the phone was a man that even Felix did not wish to trifle with.
But that didn't mean he couldn't spray his load all over said man's sister.
Thick ropes of cum shot forward, painting erratic designs upon the canvas of her ebony chest. The pearly ropes were fascinating to witness from Shuri's laid position. Watching the spurts of sperm fly ceaselessly and pool together on her, coating her chocolate brown skin in white. An African Princess first blowjob, first handjob, and first load on her stomach.
It was definitely not normal. Typically, receiving a load on the stomach happened after pulling out, from the side of the pussy, not the head. Then again, the princess was not normal. She loved this.
Felix grunted softly as the pulses slowed down and gravity took hold of his release. The weaker cum shots were feeble yet went ahead and ruined the royal face of Princess Shuri. Sweat matted her features, yet Shuri beamed with dream-eyes, gazing admiringly at his ballsack and his messy work. Seeing him cum gave her a sense of supreme fulfillment.
The princess ended up giggling and telling her brother, "Apologies, T'Challa, I have to go. I made…a bit of a mess, see."
Beep!
"After all, these balls still aren't empty and that cock isn't going down," Shuri added with a smirk.
And so, the night continued.
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