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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 72″

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"Life is but a dream Here we are inside of it and you're inside of me Until you actually fall asleep Finally you can add this moment to your memory, ooh

Take away your pain Give me all of your emotions Land it like a plane on my back if you can't hold it Life is but a dream that you manifested slowly So fuck a fantasy This your motherfuckin' moment"

Victoria Monet—"Moment"

T'Challa ran through the halls of the West Palace to get to the East Palace. His legs pumped across the bridge that linked the two structures with his breath galloping in his chest. Gulping as much air as he could to keep his brain functioning, he sprinted past royal guards and bewildered staff who jumped out of his way.

The baby was coming.

Nakia interrupted an early morning debriefing meeting with the heads of the military that he covered for N'Jadaka. His mind went blank for three whole seconds as he watched her mouth say "It's time" from his kimoyo beads.

Yani had been alerted and would meet them in the Sun Room where they agreed to bring Toussaint into the world.

A son.

T'Challa pushed himself faster, bypassing the wait for an elevator by charging up the escalator to the private lift near the throne room that would get him to his love faster. He gripped the railing inside the elevator to steady his shaking hands.

Stepping into the Sun Room that had been transformed into a birthing room, Yani met him with a change of clothes that would make him more comfortable crawling onto the birthing couch that Nakia was propped on, panting her timed breaths and rubbing her naked belly. Her breasts were covered in a purple sports bra, but her lower half was uncovered, her legs resting on a mobile platform that could lift and separate to any position she felt was comfortable. An equally mobile birthing stool was in place for Yani to move from the couch to the separate stool with ease.

Yani rubbed Nakia's belly and winked at T'Challa.

"Toussaint, your Baba is here, we are all ready for your arrival," Yani said.

Nakia grinned, then grimaced when a bolt of pain from her contractions hit. Yani slipped a thin protective mask over her mouth and nose while a doula specifically chosen by Yani helped T'Challa onto the cushioned space behind Nakia. His beloved leaned back into him, her heavy body already sleek with perspiration.

"I am here, my loves," he whispered into Nakia's ear.

His gaze went to the wall-length window that gave them a view of the golden city. The river below caught the rays of sunshine that turned the turquoise waters into glittery splashes that became clear like liquid glass that dazzled their eyes. A partition separated them from a cozy waiting area where Nakia's parents waited. Soft music serenaded them all, and Nakia's mother burned a subtle incense that made the surroundings fragrant like the forests protecting the River Tribe territory. Nakia's people were water denizens and they wanted Toussaint to know he was a part of them too, not just a new prince to make the Udaku clan proud.

"I was hoping we had a few more days left so that Queen Mother could be here," Nakia said, exhaling hard.

"Do not worry about Mother," T'Challa said.

A flurry of movement from the waiting room distracted them. Umama and Baba Z had arrived. Their festive voices and laughter helped to relax Nakia. The doula fed her fruit juice from a straw and wiped her brow.

The first hour was the ebb and flow of Nakia's contractions becoming shorter in duration until she was ready to push using gravity and the birthing couch's ability to shift. More laughter erupted as the sound of Riki and Sydette's voices drowned out the boisterous tone of N'Jadaka's trip back from the palace kitchen where he personally brought up several bottles of honey wine they would open in celebration.

"Doing okay?" Yani asked.

She rested a hand on Nakia's lower belly, rubbing an emollient there that warmed up the area and helped ease the pain of contractions. Once she finished, Yani stood up and stretched her back. A nurse wiped her forehead and gave her water to sip. Yani took her seat again and inserted fingers into Nakia's vagina, humming as she worked.

T'Challa rubbed Nakia's temples and cooed loving words to her. Nakia shouted as a sudden contraction ripped through her and Umama began singing with Nakia's mother, a gentle lullaby that helped her face the discomfort head-on. Aunties and other female relatives sitting cozy near them behind the partition joined in. T'Challa hummed along and the sound gave Nakia something to hitch her waning strength to. She waved her hand for Yani to lower the leg rests so she could squat with T'Challa holding her up.

The doula and Yani sang along with the angelic voices calling to his son, encouraging him to make a safe passage through his mother so they could greet him. T'Challa would've preferred that they be alone for the birth, but Nakia insisted that she needed the women of her clan to guide her. Their voices and their presence close to her made the process bearable.

"She's crowning," Yani said, holding her hands under Nakia.

"It's going so fast," T'Challa said, kissing Nakia's temple.

He expected to spend hours on the birthing couch, but his son had other plans. Nakia collapsed into him again and Yani positioned herself between her legs, catching Tousaints's little narrow shoulders.

"Oh…Nakia…his eyes are wide open!" T'Challa said, staring down at the precious bundle slipping out into Yani's hands.

Yani held Toussaint at her eye level.

"Welcome to the new world, Toussaint… look over there! Mama and Baba are so happy to meet you," Yani said.

A birthing attendant scooped Toussaint into a warm blanket and set him next to Nakia and T'Challa, allowing the baby to rest. Steam rose up from his freshly released body, arms and legs moving slowly in the new world. His skin was slippery-looking and white-gray, his color not yet making its true appearance yet.

Nakia wept and they watched their son look around with quiet wonder.

Yani stared at a floating vid screen, keeping check of the afterbirth. The slick umbilical cord still pulsed when T'Challa touched it. He skimmed his right fingers over to the baby next and touched his tiny moist toes. Nakia grunted and expelled the afterbirth that seemed to take longer to come out than Toussaint did.

"You did so good, Nakia!" Yani said.

T'Challa lifted the new infant into his hands and moved him over to Nakia for skin-to-skin contact. All of her weariness seemed to dissipate once she held their little one against her breasts.

"He is beautiful…look at his hair!" Nakia said.

She gingerly touched the sleek wet waves and then traced a line to Toussaint's cheek and tiny puckered lips.

"I can't believe he is real," Nakia said.

"I can," T'Challa said, unable to hide all of his emotions.

Nakia gasped with joy and cradled the squirming newborn against her cheek. T'Challa's vision blurred and he wiped his tears away, so grateful that his woman and child were well. Yani gave them time to hold and fuss over their son before she lifted him away to have his cord removed and the rest of him cleaned up and weighed. The birthing attendant took care of Nakia's nether regions and the doula helped make her more comfortable on the birthing couch.

"Seven pounds, three ounces. Very healthy and very happy," Yani said.

She gave Toussaint back to Nakia and crouched back between her legs to check on any tears. Using herbs and a medical scanner, she fixed up the aftercare and then Nakia was dressed properly.

"We'll leave you both alone. Call when you're ready to receive anyone," Yani said.

"Thank you, Yani," T'Challa said.

He wanted to hug her so tight, but he didn't want to leave Nakia's side. She left the room with her staff and joined the others to share the news.

T'Challa and Nakia listened to the family clap and give shouts of joy

Alone, he looked at Nakia and Toussaint, losing all ability to speak. Although his eyes were a little cloudy and adjusting to seeing everything, his son fixed his gaze on Nakia's face, his tiny lips and tongue trying to figure out what they should be doing.

"I want to feed him, but I don't know if he wants that yet," Nakia said.

She looked into T'Challa's eyes with panic.

"I studied and listened to my mother, but I don't know what to do. Isn't that strange?" she said.

T'Challa reached down and touched the round nose of his son and admired the faint eyebrows above his big brown eyes.

"No. All you need to do at this moment is fall in love with him like I am."

"He looks like you… nothing like me at all. We could hold your baby portraits together and no one would know the difference," she said with teasing annoyance.

"Bast has blessed me and N'Jadaka with sons that look like us."

"Riki will be so happy. Did you know he paid me money from his allowance to make sure I had a boy?"

"No!"

"Yes! He told me he would be very upset if he couldn't have a boy cousin to even out the number of girls in the family."

T'Challa chuckled and touched his son's hands.

"He looks so quiet and patient," T'Challa said.

"So much like you."

T'Challa helped Nakia adjust her nano tech-infused feeding bra and she placed her left nipple up against Toussaint's lips. The boy took to it right away and suckled, his eyes still watching both their faces trying to imprint their connection to memory.

"I like the warmth from this bra," Nakia said, adjusting it to release her breast more, "it helps stimulate the milk."

"Are you tired? You can sleep and I can show everyone the baby while you rest," T'Challa offered.

Nakia's forehead had a small crease of weariness, but she was eager to show off her baby. She shook her head.

"Help me up," she said, holding out her arm.

He assisted her and then held the baby. She pulled on the purple silk birth custom-made for the occasion and quickly touched her cheeks.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Beautiful Mama Nakia."

Her eyes twinkled and she stood next to him. T'Challa held tight to his son.

"Ready?" he said.

Nakia threw back her head with her eyes closed and belted out the lyrics to her family song for Toussaint.

"Unyana wethu ufikile…"

Her singing voice was strong and clear and the family response became a crescendo of call and response with ululations rippling among the clan women. The others heard the clear-throated announcement of "Our son has arrived!" and T'Challa puffed out his chest a bit.

Nakia held onto the crook of his elbow and he led them out to see the family.

N'Jadaka watched Yani step out from the birthing area tugging off her face mask, a wide smile beaming from her mouth. Everyone began to clap and Sydette squealed with the other children related to Nakia that had come to wait for the newborn's arrival. Only he and Yani knew what Nakia was having, and his son Riki exploded with a loud zeal that he had a new boy cousin.

Nakia's parents and sisters hugged Yani and praised her for helping with a safe birth. Shuri had tears in her eyes as she held up her wrist with Ramonda's image floating above it to participate in the festivities.

The clear and distinct singing from Nakia made everyone quiet down as she sang a full verse naming all the qualities her son would have. The family answered back that they would love and protect the baby for all of his life. Yani stepped next to N'Jadaka and he put an arm around her waist, leaned down, and kissed her lips. He was so proud of her. Her flushed face relaxed while she was with him.

Nakia and T'Challa stepped from behind the partition. The oldest relative present, Nakia's maternal great-grandmother Akital't, clasped her hand with Riki's, the youngest relative there, and they walked hand-in-hand toward Nakia and T'Challa.

Little Toussaint was handed over to Akital't and the older woman, who looked spritely and overcome with emotion, held the baby against her chest and cooed to it in a dialect of Wakandan N'Jadaka couldn't quite follow. Yani tensed up next to him as Akital't bowed down to let Riki hold the baby next. The River Tribe tradition was to have the oldest and youngest greet a newborn first.

"Bast, please don't let this boy drop his baby cousin on his head in front of all these people," N'Jadaka murmured under his breath.

Once they knew Joba wouldn't make it back in time, the family had Riki take her place, and he had to practice holding a baby doll before they let him do the job. He was so excited about Toussaint that his small body couldn't keep still. That is until the newborn was placed in his hands. Riki became stiff as a statue holding his cousin, his wide eyes taking in the small wonder in his arms.

"Hello, baby cousin. I'm going to teach you how to be a prince and play with my toys. We'll be together and have fun every day," Riki said.

Akital't clucked her tongue, reminding Riki of what he was supposed to say in Wakandan and not English.

"Oh!" Riki yelped.

Riki looked at his beloved big cousin T'Challa and his soon-to-be cousin-in-law Nakia and grinned. Clearing his small throat, Riki said, "Wamkelekile kwikhaya lakho elitsha!"

Everyone clapped and sang a chant to celebrate the new family and T'Challa took Toussaint away from Riki and handed him to Nakia. Walking in a circle, the united clan took turns greeting and meeting the baby up close before Yani insisted that Nakia get off her feet and rest.

Ramonda's weeping had N'Jadaka misty-eyed. Shuri kept soothing words going, but Ramonda was inconsolable.

"Auntie, I told you to come home," N'Jadaka said.

"We are in the middle of an attempt on your life, I must work to maintain our presence among this den of scorpions," Ramonda insisted.

N'Jadaka had been right to choose her to replace Nakia. The Americans dared not cross Queen Mother. She knew them too well from her days with King T'Chaka.

"I granted you permission to come home and you put duty over family… come and see your new grandbaby," he said.

"Mother, you can slip out and back in before they even notice you've done anything," Shuri urged.

Ramonda wiped her eyes and put on a dignified stance.

"Well, if the king deems it appropriate to leave my duties, I shall return after the general assembly tomorrow and skip attending the mixer with Senator Dixon. I will let them think I am busy elsewhere in the city."

"Good," he said.

"I will let Disa know after she and Joba have rested for today," Ramonda said.

After the chat with Ramonda, N'Jadaka opened the bottles of honey wine and the family toasted to Nakia and Toussaint's good health. The partition was removed and they all were able to view the birthing space Yani put together. The staff had cleaned up the area quickly and Nakia rested on a bed that had been brought in after the birthing couch was removed.

N'Jadaka strolled over to T'Challa and clasped his shoulder.

"Big Poppa," N'Jadaka said.

T'Challa's face nearly split with the smiling he did. He reached past N'Jadaka and gathered up Yani in his arms, kissing her cheek with gratitude. Yani waved him away as she adjusted blankets for Nakia and checked on Toussaint.

The family stayed with Nakia and T'Challa for another hour before heading off to rest. There would be a grand family dinner for the clan and a fireworks show later that evening. He checked on his children who vanished with the pounding feet of little cousins to Bast knows where, but he didn't worry. They were protected and happy. By the time the last relative vacated the Sun Room, and Nakia was taken to her private quarters, Yani finally plopped down on a wide seat and rested.

"Exhausted?" he asked, lifting her onto his lap as he moved next to her.

She rested her head against his neck and closed her eyes.

"A little tired."

"I wore you out last night and this morning," he said.

Her lips pulled into a smile against his throat.

"You did. But I needed it."

"Me too. I missed you so much."

"I was scared, N'Jadaka. But only for a little while. They will try to kill you again."

"I know. But effective leaders always have a price over their heads. T'Challa is by my side and we have Shuri providing us with the best equipment and tech to keep us all safe. I will always come back to you."

She lifted up from his neck and kissed him. He wrapped her midsection with his arms and held onto her.

"The chaperones will come looking for us," Yani whispered into his mouth as his tongue tried to tame hers.

"I know…" he sighed, squeezing her body to feel all the soft contours.

"If they catch us like this, they'll complain to Umama."

Yani's words about their chaperones forced his hands to wander all over her rump and lower back. Having her in his arms again gave him the strength to face everything in the outside world.

"Let's just forget all the pomp and circumstance and elope," he said.

Yani pinched his left nipple.

"Ow, girl!"

"We're not eloping. The country wants to see pageantry and Umama would have your head if we ran off."

"You want to put on that pretty wedding dress they made for you."

Her eyes widened.

"You aren't supposed to see it until our day!"

"I haven't seen it yet. But I heard they just finished it. Now they're working on your isicholo. The queen's crown for my queen."

He lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. Yani threw her arms around his shoulder and caressed the nape of his neck. Her heavy backside and sensual kisses made him plump up in his crotch. He shifted her off of his lap to the spot next to him on the seat and she fingered the bulge pushing out of his thin drop-crotch pants.

"You know better," he said, glancing over his shoulder toward the closed door.

"I won't get a chance to touch you like this again. We were lucky last night because you snuck into the palace without telling the chaperones."

He released the pressure in his groin by fishing his dick out of the pants discretely. Yani played with his dick until it was hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. She knew good and well that they both thrived on the excitement of getting caught. He gritted his teeth once she twisted her fingers under the mushroom cap of his tip and clear threads of pre-cum spilled down onto the floor.

"Dammit, Yani," he said.

He checked his kimoyo. Two Doras and three kingsguards from his Onyx Squad waited for him outside the door. Opening the expanse of the search, he caught sight of new heat signatures indicating the elder chaperones coming for them. They were at least ten minutes away at their slow pace.

He swallowed hard and bit down on a groan as Yani lowered her face to his dick and enveloped the head in her mouth. Bobbing her head, she only went past the ridge two inches, teasing him with shallow sucking. The tip of her tongue dipped in and out of his slit, and when she spit on it to make it wetter, his right leg trembled. She scraped her teeth gently on the spongy head.

"Baby, unless you're gonna swallow everything I got, you betta stop or else I will shoot this nut everywhere and everyone will know our business."

"Hmmph…" she mumbled, sucking on his dick with slow cunning suction.

She slipped down from the seat and settled between his legs, her eyes on his as she kept up the slow sensual movement of her tongue and lips. Tapping into his lust for her in a submissive position, Yani's seductive gaze thrilled him beyond measure. He kept his hands on his thighs even as she fondled his balls and smacked her lips, their warmth sending tendrils of far-reaching tingles throughout his body. Her posture and loving mouth told him that he was the king of kings, deserving of the best. She still looked at him with awe, no matter what they were doing, and he hoped she never, ever stopped doing that with him. Her devotion to him brought out the protective side of his nature. He didn't like people being too close to her physically who weren't family or friends, and he sure as hell didn't like people thinking she wasn't good enough to sit on the throne. There were many noble families discreetly pressuring Umama and Baba Z to persuade N'Jadaka to take a native Wakandan woman as queen and have Yani as his concubine. His rage at the idea comforted Yani who was already overcoming her insecurities about stepping into the role of queen when so many nobles treated her like a low-tier concubine already when he wasn't around.

Umama and Baba Z ignored the pressure to intervene with the noble class concerns, but it was Ramonda who put those people in check. She had grown fond of Yani and helped the young woman prepare for her new role. Most nobles were afraid of Ramonda. Her own family held a lot of weight with the upper echelon and moved as she did.

Yani's big, playfully lascivious eyes peered up at him. All he could think of before his body erupted was that he would find a way to sleep with her again that night. He imagined laying her down in the cavernous pool room behind the waterfall and watching her writhe beneath him as he dicked her down. Slow. Long. Hard. He would be relentless and she would take every inch, her folds wide open like the manta ray wings they were meant to be to cushion the heavy sack that would slap against her big, fat, ass.

His body tensed, the toes in his sandals digging down into the leather.

"Aw, shit!"

His balls throbbed and his tip jumped in her mouth flooding the warm interior with cum. Yani swallowed, keeping her lips sealed around his frenulum, preventing the hot nut from spilling all over her clothes and the floor.

"Oh fuck!"

His body jerked as another pleasurable wave made his dick twitch in her mouth. The guards clearly heard him outside. They had grown accustomed to hearing or glimpsing him and Yani being sexual over the past few months.

"They almost here!" he yelped, checking his kimoyo beads.

The guards wouldn't run interference with the betrothal march rules. Yani raised up from his lap and wiped her lips, gulping down the last of his cum. They jumped away from the seat, fixed their clothes, and walked out of the Sun Room. He wanted to hold hands but stopped himself from doing it.

"Will you still have the private party for the African leaders next week?" Yani asked, pretending that all they had been doing was talking.

"I will. It's the hottest ticket in town. I considered canceling it, but it will be advantageous to bring outsiders here where I can root out the secret allies to the U.S. and Europe."

Yani's body appeared to tense up thinking about hostile outsiders.

"I want to show you off too," he said. "They will get their first glimpse of the future queen in person."

A pair of female chaperones met them in the grand foyer that led to the elevators on the north side of the East Palace.

"Back to our regularly scheduled old folks spying," N'Jadaka whispered to Yani under his breath.

They both widened the gap between them to an acceptable length in the older women's presence. Now that the king was back, Yani couldn't gallivant around with him openly alone. He found it all silly and endearing, but at least they allowed Yani to stay in his home. Mpilo waited for him outside of his private chambers. N'Jadaka turned to Yani and spoke to her in formal Wakandan for appearance's sake.

"I must address the nation about the attack. Rest and I will see you later tonight with the family," he said.

Yani nodded and held out her hands in deference. Once she became his queen, she wouldn't have to do that anymore. The chaperones accompanied Yani inside of his home where they would keep watch over them both. They only accepted the temporary pre-marriage living arrangement because of the Tunisian attack.

He followed Mpilo to the West Palace media room where his staff had his prepared statement ready to address the nation. He had tinkered with it before attending Toussaint's birthing. Wakandans would see that their king was safe, and to spin away from national fear, he was asked by T'Challa and Nakia to announce the birth of T'Challa Toussaint Udaku.

His media team fussed with his hair and placed light stage makeup on his face to keep his skin from shining on camera. Going live thirty minutes after arriving, he addressed the nation and the press corps assembled in front of him.

N'Jadaka relayed the harrowing news of another assassination attempt. He thanked T'Challa, his Doras, and the kingsguard away team that kept him safe. There was no revealing to the nation that it was King Charles III and his Prime Minister in cahoots with the U.S. that planned the attack. The Council of Elders and the military heads wanted to keep direct ties under wraps. They did not want their people to think they were pounding the drums of war already. That would come soon enough. He answered a few correspondents' questions about the future of relations with Tunisia and other planned summits with international leaders, then reassured the people that Wakanda was the preeminent nation in the world. A pushy reporter asked about his upcoming international gathering of African leaders.

"That will still take place next week," N'Jadaka said.

"Is that wise to bring in outsiders after an attempt on your life, King N'Jadaka?"

The reporter, a tall lithe man with Merchant Tribe markings on his face gazed at N'Jadaka with contempt laced in his tone.

"I appreciate your concern…," he squinted at the reporter's name badge with his credentials, "Mnumzana Khumalo?"

Khumalo nodded and squared his shoulders, waiting for an answer. N'Jadaka gripped the sides of the clear podium and fixed his full attention on the man.

"I am confident that the skills of my security team can protect me in our own country-"

"What has become of the people you have detained for over a year that were responsible for the bombings here?" Khumalo challenged.

N'Jadaka's Press Secretary stepped forward and whispered in his ear, her light voice urging him to pass on answering the question. He kept his face neutral and gave a small smirk of dismissal to everyone in the room.

"I am not at liberty to go into the legal details of that because we are still gathering intel-"

"For a year? Surely a trial should be forthcoming after all this time," Khumalo pushed.

"Our Justice Department will continue to oversee the timing of the trials. You all will be informed at that time. Before I end this press conference, I would like to announce that my cousin, T'Challa Udaku, and his beloved fiancé Nakia are now the proud parents of a baby boy, T'Challa Toussaint Udaku. He was born earlier today. Both mother and child are in good health."

Sharing the joy of a new royal birth shifted the crisp tension in the room. The reporters ate the announcement up and he relaxed into sharing the pride in the family about Toussaint's safe arrival. His Press Secretary took over for other questions and he hustled out with the rest of his staff back to his office.

"Notify the Council of Elders that I want to meet with them now, and someone find out why Khumalo has a bug up his ass about the Phuri captives," N'Jadaka ordered.

Tlotliso went to notify the Council of Elders and his Chief of Staff shuffled over to her desk and sought out answers he wanted. Mpilo stayed by his side, awaiting more orders.

"Give me fifteen minutes of private time," N'Jadaka said.

Mpilo nodded and headed to his section of the outer office. With a brisk walk into his personal space, N'Jadaka quickly checked his kimoyo for new messages. Fury had been underground for weeks with no word given about the Asgardian adjustments to earth life. The man was keeping too much from N'Jadaka and it irked him.

He checked up on his schedule for the rest of the week. The international press waited for his statement about the Tunisia attack. He swiped a note on his comm tab to have his Press Secretary shoot out a generic statement and made plans to work on his talking points for his meeting with the Wakandan Parliament in two days. The entire legislative body of government was eager to see him and hammer out new laws involving travel in and out of Wakanda. Twyla and her new husband Bibi lobbied hard to pressure the governing body into allowing more tourists to enter the country to galvanize their new eco-tourism business. As it stood, they only allowed 500 visitors a month within the southern half of the continent and not from any non-African countries. Business leaders witnessed how lucrative the tourist industry could be with even the smallest amount of visitors allowed in, and threw their support behind Twyla and Bibi.

He carved out a bit of free time to go to the gym and work out alone for the rest of the week's schedule. Before he headed to the throne room, Tlotliso knocked on his office door, awaited permission to enter, and walked in with certified mail from the states. She handed him a thick eight-by-eleven manila envelope.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Several groups in the United States have filed a class action lawsuit against our community centers and our WDG science institutions in five states."

"Lawsuits? For what?"

"Discrimination."

N'Jadaka scoffed. Tlotliso stood with a stoic expression.

"You're serious?"

"Palace lawyers have looked them over and need you to sign off on filing a countersuit for defamation," she said.

"Make it plain for me, I have to see the Council of Elders."

"They are claiming that our focus on Black Americans and Native Americans is unfair to white Americans and other groups benefitting from our outreach. If Wakanda wants to do non-profit work there, then… "

She shrugged. N'Jadaka pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We should be able to get around that with the institutions we're putting together on sovereign tribal lands. Send whatever funds Nevaeh needs to distribute to get lawyers for the tribes. Ones who know American Indian Law and preferably Native themselves. Hit up Senator Peters' office, he's an Osage lawyer and up for re-election this term. Call my Uncle Bakari to handle the recruiting of lawyers to help him fight for the ones in Black areas," he said.

"There are more coming in from Canada against the First Nations there, too. A whisper network has opened up in online spaces that accuse Wakanda of infiltrating NGOs to take over the U.S.," she said.

"Well… this is how they want to fight. To keep us from influencing populations they want to subdue. As long as they focus on the overt institutions, they'll never find out about the covert ones," he said, winking at her. "If the overseeing committee has a problem with costs, I'll foot most of the bill for lawyers from my inheritance. Got it?"

He dropped the envelope on his desk

"I'll look these over in more detail later. Get in touch with our people there and let them know that we're taking care of it."

Tlotliso left him and he stared at the painting of his greatest grandmother.

"How did you balance all this stuff and have a huge ass family?"

He tried to imagine Shuriya laughing at him with that amazing voice from memory. Sweeping out of his main office and into a dressing room, he took a quick shower and changed into fresh royal clothing from the collection he kept on hand. Dabbing lemon anointing oil on his forehead, he loosened his hair and left his locs dangling down past his shoulders. Mpilo stood at attention in the waiting room of the front office.

"Let's go," N'Jadaka said.

His royal entourage in tow, he sauntered out feeling good about the rest of his day. Being back in Wakanda with his family put some pep in his step. He could endure chaperones as long as he could sit with his future wife and watch her smile and pamper him. As brave as she tried to be, Yani feared for his life each time he ventured out from Wakanda. The homecomings were always special and the lovemaking was exceptional. She'd touch him with such reverence and tenderness for days. Shuri and his grandfather made fun of him all the time. He'd leave the kingdom a ferocious rottweiler and return home a docile puppy in her arms.

"Boy, I have seen you run circles around women, but at one point I thought Disa had you under her thumb… but good God almighty, whatever it is Yani does to you takes the cake. She gotchu wrapped around her finger. She can just suck her teeth, and give you a look, and off you go doing what needs to be done to put a smile back on her face," Dante joked after watching him cater to her every whim.

Even Disa admitted to him in a quiet and very private discussion about Adebiyi, the difference in his relationship with Yani in comparison to her.

"You love to be needed," Disa said, "Yani brings out that boisterous masculine side in you that makes you want to take care of her in a way that I never needed from you."

For a moment, it made him sad to hear that from Disa.

"You didn't need me?" he said.

She noted the hurt in his voice.

"I wanted you… in the worst way for a long time. But being older had me at an advantage over you because there was nothing you could really do for me that I couldn't do for myself. In fact, I brought more to the table than you did for years… well, that is until I found out you were well off and royalty. That doesn't mean our love wasn't special…it was. When you came after me, you had something to prove that was pure ego… that you could get me and make me change my mind about you. What I'm saying is, Yani gives you what you want and need. Her everything. Adoration. Loyalty. Pining for you even when she thought you were dead. She turns on a button inside of you that makes you… well… grovel sometimes. You don't have to prove anything to her that is based on something as superficial as getting a bad bitch on your arm. She sees you as the king you are… always has, and she needs that part of you like the air she breathes. It is the thing that anchors you and propels your drive to please her so much since you've been king," Disa said.

She laughed at him, but he understood what she meant. Disa's eyes had been loving, sisterly to him almost as she told him the truth.

"It could be that she appeared to you as a beautiful damsel in distress that you could save and that connected to that core of you that wants to save the world for our people. But she flipped it on you too, brought the light back into your soul. Gave you unconditional love when you needed it most to bring you back to yourself… the one you were before your parents were taken from you. I also think that having Sydette around allowed you to live a life you wished for your parents and yourself again."

Disa had touched his face, wiping away the tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks. Yani made him feel like a superhero, and taking care of her and Sydette brought him needed joy before he claimed Wakanda as his blood right.

Two kingsguards opened the double doors of the throne room.

The Council of Elders stood and waited for him to take his seat before they all sat down again.

"We are glad you are well and safe, King N'Jadaka," Zinzi said.

The other elders studied his face, searching for any signs of concern about his place out in the world.

"I am always steps ahead of my enemies," N'Jadaka said.

"Are you ready to meet with the petitioners? We can reschedule if you need time to settle in for a few days," Bhira said.

"I can see them all before dinner. Let's begin with the things we tabled at our last gathering."

The elders filled him in with details on projects that needed his approval in several districts and they spent time hashing out their plans to rein in the anti-monarchy forces that were beginning to cause political tensions in Birnin Bashenga and smaller villages out in the more rural areas. They were not violent as the Phuri had been, but the elders worried about their influence on younger Wakandans who questioned the power of the Udakus leading the world. The only promising thing in their favor was the popularity of Yani and his children.

"Perhaps we can have Princess Yani do more public appearances with you… a goodwill tour of the country with town hall gatherings in the less populated areas," M'Kathu suggested.

Efetobo leaned on her cane and nodded her head at this idea.

"Because the island Princess is much younger than you, our young people seem to connect to her. A tour of the country with her will help promote the excitement of your upcoming nuptials. They see that she loves our people. Let us seek out the BZN network to do a special segment on her work at the hospital," Efetobo said.

"That is a good idea," Zinzi chimed in, "They could do an interview with her and some of the mothers she cared for. Reunite her with the newborns she brought into the world last year. Our people love babies and charitable work. Yani is a working mother who serves the people outside of the palace. This will counter the image of a monarchy hidden behind a wall. Our king has presented himself as a man of the people. His future wife can shore up any bitterness that the monarchy is a useless relic. If Lady Nakia is open to the idea, maybe we can use this opportunity to introduce the new prince with consort Yani on the air live. It can be her public coming out as the new queen."

All the elders nodded in sage agreement.

"If we go this route, then I will need you all to check the nobles of your tribes. I am aware of the talk against Yani. She will be my wife, not my concubine. They will pledge loyalty to her or heads will roll," N'Jadaka said.

Eyes darted away from his heated gaze.

"I will demote and publicly shame any tribal member from your territories who speak ill against her. Ramonda has warned them, but her job keeps her out of the country for weeks, and I know their lips get loose when she's away. Gather them up or I will do it for you," he warned.

"We understand, kumkani," Zinzi said.

N'Jadaka listened to reports from each of the elders until M'Baku showed up at the appointed hour.

"Right on time," N'Jadaka said with a smile.

He sent the Jabari leader to personally gather military intel from all the divisions to give a thorough presentation on the state of offshore island security. Wakandans had returned to the manmade islands and he wanted to know if any Talokanil sightings had been detected there or around the world while he was away.

M'Baku stood before him and rattled off a thirty-minute update that pleased the king. Except for the Tunisian attack, nothing alarming occurred elsewhere. They discussed the lawsuits and his plans to deal with them before the first petitioner came into the throne room. Politicians could ask to be received by the king from various districts to appeal for his help with any manner of dispute that they didn't want to go to court over. Most of it dealt with ancient customs butting heads with modern times, and more often than not, the Council of Elders de-escalated problems. It was deemed an honor to be heard before the king inside the throne room. Zinzi limited it to four petitions so that N'Jadaka would have time to rest before the big family dinner.

The first petition was from a Border Tribe leader who refused agricultural expansion onto his ancestral lands from a neighboring Mining Tribe company unless he was compensated or subsidized by the palace for more than was being offered.

The second petition was the splitting up of properties between two widows married to the same retired Panther Tribe naval officer who died recently and left a portion of his worldly possessions to a young woman he was not married to in his will. The two octogenarian widows wanted the younger woman banned from having anything because she was not a legal wife and had no children by the deceased. The properties once belonged to the royal family who informally gave it to the naval officer as a reward for exceptional service. The young woman, who barely looked thirty, once worked as the late officer's private secretary and pleaded with N'Jadaka that the dead man promised to give her land, two homes, and a part of his wealth before he died since his wives were already rich from their own families and didn't need the extra homes and vast farmland. N'Jadaka knew a conniving side piece when he saw one, and the young woman had a nasty disposition about her. But, she talked a good game and shed tears in front of N'Jadaka, while flirting with him at the same time. He dismissed her with nothing to add to her greedy pockets. The two older women, the same age as his Baba Z, thanked him for his wisdom in the decision to favor them.

The third petition came from a couple who wanted their sixteen-year-old daughter to become a Dora Milaje. N'Jadaka wished Ramonda was there to help him decide if the girl was worthy, but he trusted his instincts, and Okoye's input, permitting the girl to attend the training corps once she finished her high school education. The girl shrieked and ran around in a circle before bowing to him. She promised to be the best and looked forward to serving him one day.

N'Jadaka checked his kimoyo. He was ready for a nap.

"Can we see the next petitioner tomorrow?" he asked.

His throne room attendant glanced at the itinerary on her comm tab and shook her head.

"I think you should see these next petitioners today, kumkani."

He stifled a groan of irritation. There was more than one person coming in. N'Jadaka sighed and waved for the attendant to bring in the final decision he had to make before he could get into his bed and sleep for an hour or two.

The throne room doors opened and the attendant waved in the petitioners.

Dressed in new formal royal clothing, Sydette, Riki, and two of their young Udaku cousins walked in with serious expressions. They followed the attendant to stand at the designated spot to address the king. The Council of Elders, including M'Baku, tittered under their breath.

"What can I do for you?" N'Jadaka asked.

Sydette stepped forward and Riki handed her a sheet of paper.

"Council of Elders, King N'Jadaka-"

Riki interrupted by whispering in Sydette's ear. She nodded, faced N'Jadaka again, and read from the paper once more.

"Council of Elders, King Baba… we greet you and thank you for accepting our request to speak to you. We have come to ask that you take the day off tomorrow and spend it with us. You have been away for two weeks, and since you have been home, we have not had you to ourselves. We know you are very important and busy, but we don't want you to forget us. Whatever you decide, we will accept."

Sydette rolled up the paper and waited.

His daughter had turned seven that year. Riki was five and added another inch to his height. N'Jadaka couldn't get over how mature they grew, and how articulate they had become. Folding his hands together, he contemplated their request with thoughtful consideration. Sydette and Riki's two cousins from Umama's young grandniece, a boy and a girl aged nine and eight, watched with shy anticipation.

"Council of Elders, I would like to defer to you in this matter," he said.

The children turned their determined energy over to the older people. Zinzi stood up and turned to the other council members.

"This is a very serious request. The king is a very busy man," Zinzi said.

She turned her face away from the children and winked at N'Jadaka.

"Can we spare the wisdom of our king for a day?" M'Baku asked.

N'Jadaka held a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. M'Baku's booming voice echoed throughout the room and it made the children look at one another as if their asking for a fun day was a mistake.

Efetobo tapped her cane on the floor.

"I know that Princess Yani has chores for them around the palace and royal garden. Have they completed them for today? The king needs a clean environment with order in place to relax," Efetobo said.

"I think we should take a vote and see if we can agree to free the king for a day," Bhira said.

M'Kathu folded his arms over his chest.

"I do not remember if they told us about their chores. Were they complete?" M'Kathu said.

"We did them!" Riki shouted.

"Shall we vote?" Zinzi said, retaking her seat.

They all nodded.

"Who is in favor of King N'Jadaka having a day to himself to be with his children and other relatives?" Zinzi said.

N'Jadaka watched his children and baby cousins nervously take in the serious nature of the voting. The Council of Elders were dramatic and prolonged their torture until Zinzi counted all the hands raised. Riki gave a noticeable sigh of relief and squeezed his closed fists against his chest.

"Kumkani," Zinzi said with deliberate slow enunciation, "The council has voted. You may have your day."

The children turned to N'Jadaka and he treated them as he would other petitioners.

"The Council of Elders and I have approved your request. You may go to the king's floor and pick up your copy of the royal decree. Leave us," he said, making his voice even.

All the children lowered their heads and held up their hands in a sign of supplication. A throne room attendant chaperoned them out of the space and once the double doors closed with a loud clanging echo, the Council of Elders cackled up a storm. Bhira wiped away tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

Efetobo nodded her wizened head and stared at N'Jadaka.

"To think they would go through all the trouble to ask for a formal petition," Efetobo said.

"It is a good thing I scanned the requests for an audience earlier or we may have missed the moment," Zinzi said.

N'Jadaka stood and held his hands in deference to them, showing his appreciation for their assistance in letting his children see him using their help. No matter how high up he was, seeking the wisdom of elders would stay with his babies for life.

"Thank you for your permission. I will take my leave," he said.

The others stood and he left the room. Mpilo joined him outside grinning from ear to ear.

"You gave Elder Zinzi the heads up about my kids," N'Jadaka said.

"The young prince and princess called me and asked for my help. I cannot deny royal children an audience with their father… so I contacted Elder Zinzi for assistance in getting their petition on today's schedule."

Mpilo looked around the hall and moved in closer to keep his voice within earshot.

"When you are away, kumkani, they miss you terribly. Princess Yani does her best to keep their minds on other things, but they see and hear how hard you work for the country. I think it is a noble thing they did. It shows how much they respect your job," Mpilo said.

"Would you like to join the family for dinner tonight?"

Mpilo took a step back and stared at N'Jadaka with bewilderment.

"Me being with the royal family?"

"Think of it as a reward for all your hard work."

Mpilo lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Kumkani, this is not work when I am around you. It is an honor to serve the best king our country has ever had."

"You don't have to butter me up," N'Jadaka teased.

"It is true. You have brought energy… and excitement to Wakanda that we have not seen in ages. Every day I cannot wait to come into the palace-"

"Yeah about that. I want to change things."

Mpilo's face grew tight.

"Change?"

"I am going to request that you move into the palace staff apartments. There's a lot coming down the road and I will need you at a moment's notice. Would you be okay, moving here?"

Mpilo clutched the top of his head with both hands.

"Me, living here? Inside the palace?" Mpilo said with disbelief.

"Until the living arrangements are approved, I'll have you stay in my guest quarters. Take the rest of the day off and go retrieve what you need from home. I'll have Tlotliso take care of everything with your security clearance badge for the upper floors."

Mpilo seemed ready to explode all over the hall.

"Go," N'Jadaka said.

Mpilo ran down the stretch of the lobby and N'Jadaka chuckled. One of the kingsguard outside of the throne room grinned at him.

"Have a good one," N'Jadaka said to both guards as his entourage flanked him to head to his home.

Yani smoothed freshly made jasmine hair oil on her scalp.

The king requested a private meal with her before the grand ball for the heads of all the African nations invited into Wakanda for the first time together. At first, she thought they would eat in his home, but Mpilo delivered a formal invite on royal stationery with a bouquet of blue flowers from Birnin S'Yan. They would dine together in the oldest dining room in the palace where portraits of the Udaku ancestors hung in vivid splendor.

Their foreign guests were given a lavish lunch spread instead of a dinner. The king's swanky bash would have plenty of food and drink served by palace staff and it was thought to be a better arrangement than serving a heavy meal before dancing and mixing together in formal dress. Yani and N'Jadaka would eat and then join the party soon after.

She chose a classy long black cocktail hour dress that shimmered with silver beading and pearls for the private meal. Her ball gown for later in the evening had a more dramatic flair in a stunning, cobalt blue hue with a delicate lace hood.

Her chaperones followed her and two Doras to the appointed room where N'Jadaka waited for her holding a slim yellow satin jewelry box.

"For you," N'Jadaka said, handing her the box.

Her eyes did a slow elevator rise up his body, taking note of the sophisticated-looking outfit that was hand-stitched weeks beforehand. It was in the same cobalt blue of the ball gown she would wear. Although it was only a long tunic and loose-fitting trousers combo, the embroidery and diamond-encrusted accents told how expensive the suit was to own, and Yani admired how regal it made him look to strangers. His septum nose ring gleamed just as bright as the gold slugs in his mouth. He wore his hair tied up high with cowrie shells threaded throughout. She hoped the lust in her eyes didn't alarm the chaperones.

Yani graciously accepted the gift. Inside on crushed yellow velvet was a small choker-sized necklace with a chain made of pure gold and silver with a tiny bell-shaped glass charm filled with several grains of rice.

"This necklace belonged to my Nana. My cousin Junie sent it to me after he found some old things belonging to her. I had the chain replaced. Inside that little bell is some Carolina Gold rice. To the Gullah, it's the best rice in the world, and that little bit in there was harvested by my Nana's granddaddy after the Civil War. Each grain represents all the children he had. Nine altogether. He placed each one inside that bell to remember where they were all born after he migrated to Georgia. Nana kept that in her prized possessions and I want you to have it," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

She traced her fingers around the chain and the bell, shaking it a little to see the rice grains dance inside of it. Counting the grains, her eyebrows drew up in confusion.

"There are twelve grains in here," Yani said, holding the bell up for him to see.

"I know. I added three more for Sydette, Riki, and Joba. Wanted to add my contribution to the bloodline."

He helped her put it on and then kissed her hand since he couldn't kiss her in front of the chaperones until they left the room.

"This was really thoughtful, N'Jadaka."

N'Jadaka led her to the long table on one far end that was for the royal heads. He helped her into the queen's seat, and he took the king's seat right next to her. The servers brought in the first course of beef broth, sautéed mushrooms, with savory puff pastries filled with meat, the Carolina Gold rice he had imported, and greens. Their chaperones excused themselves once they observed them eating. The second they were gone, N'Jadaka's lips were all over Yani's and they kissed until one of the Doras pretended to cough, reminding them that the chaperones were not too far away.

Yani touched his lips before sneaking one more kiss from his lush mouth. She giggled and slapped his hand when she felt it wandering up her thigh. The wine was poured for them and more food was brought out. They gossiped together about T'Challa and Nakia fussing over Toussaint. T'Challa carried the baby everywhere with him, even tying him to his back for meetings with N'Jadaka, and Nakia found it inappropriate for the Black Panther to go around changing dirty diapers in front of soldiers and military heads. T'Challa didn't care. Wherever he went, Toussaint went. Nakia took advantage to sleep as much as she wanted, and it tickled Yani that her own son wanted to have a hand in coordinating outfits for himself and his little cousin with Joba who remained in New York with Disa. They stayed in Greenwich Village with a protective entourage.

That became a sore spot for N'Jadaka.

Joba being so far away longer than planned upset him, even though he pretended to accept Disa taking a short-term Artist-in-Residence spot at The New School private research university. He had insisted that Joba be sent home with Ramonda, but Disa argued that her mother and step-father wanted to spend time with them there while they were away from Canada to see her symposium presentations. Yani suspected that he was feeling uncomfortable with Adebiyi being with them for so long. He didn't accuse the man of trying to squeeze into his place outright because he was there at Disa's request to co-teach architectural design in Wakanda, but the tension of the conversations Yani overhead told her differently. She opted to stay out of it even though it would've been easy to call Disa and talk about resolving everything herself. If it bothered the king too much, the Royal Talon Fighter would be sent to retrieve the baby of their family and that would be that. N'Jadaka had his pride, but he buckled down to accept a long separation to keep the peace. Joba was happy and he spoke to her twice a day.

Yani assisted with cooling the king's angst by sharing holo vids and photos of Disa and Adebiyi lecturing together at filled-to-capacity lectures. She reminded N'Jadaka that positive publicity about their new homeland went a long way to offset the negative propaganda machines painting Wakanda as a selfish threat. Disa sharing the wisdom of Adebiyi with American students was a feather in their cap.

However, she knew that his deeper issue was having another man grow close to Joba when he was still learning about his own child after missing her first three years. Even a fully recalibrated N'Jadaka Udaku became unsure of his fatherly bond when abandonment issues rose up. The inner child inside of himself feared losing Joba's complete love and attention.

Yani fondled the new necklace around her throat and sipped white wine. The king had a smile on his face and she wanted to keep his spirits up before they prepared to attend the ball.

"Can I talk to you about something important?" he asked.

Yani put down her glass and trained her eyes on his cheerful face.

"I hope it's nothin' bad," she said.

She curled her tongue inside of her mouth and mentally chided herself for always assuming the worst when they spoke together alone. N'Jadaka clasped her left hand in his, turning his body in the fancy black and gold high-back chair to face her directly. He played with the artisan-crafted platinum engagement ring on her finger that he gifted Yani for her birthday. Sensing her nervousness, he gently rubbed the top of her knuckles with his thumb.

"You and I have come so far together. So much of who I am today is because of you and Sydette…"

Yani's heart started to pound faster. She fought back the stiffness her upper body took on.

"Baby… relax," he soothed.

He kissed her lips and it helped quell the tension building up and down her spine. His eyes bored into hers and she held her breath.

"I've been thinking a lot about St. Thomas and all the things that happened to us there as we tried to build a pretend family that became real. Chez has been on my mind too. I had to pray a lot about how I wanted to say this because I've tried to give Sydette everything to make sure she knows she's loved and cherished by me. But it won't be complete until I ask your permission to adopt her as my own. I've been her father by word and deed, but I want to make it official to the Wakandan court. Yani, I know you had a rough time with her biological father, and somehow y'all got to a better place after I was gone. His death affected you both and I don't want to upset his family at all… but Sydette is my daughter… and I want her to have her legal and rightful place as my firstborn child written into the ancestral line. Am I going too far in asking for this?"

N'Jadaka's eyes were shiny and cautious.

Yani glanced down at his thumb on her exquisite engagement ring. Her mouth parted as her eyelids welled. She swallowed back the lump growing in her throat.

"She's always been your baby," Yani said with a shaky voice, "I had her for nine months by myself, but you… yuh came to us…"

Her throat closed and she collapsed against his chest.

"Ah…girl…," he said, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her perfumed head.

She wept and he held her close, murmuring her name, pacifying the tremors in her body as she cried.

"That day I first saw her, you were both mine, hear me?" he said. "I loved you the moment you came down to that cove with a nectarine between your teeth, shouting at me to get out of your waters. Nah, before then. I loved you when you fussed at Jerome… before I even saw you."

Yani pulled away from his chest and wiped her eyes. He studied her face.

"Do you want us to tell her tonight or wait until tomorrow?" he asked.

Yani waved her hands at him.

"No words are needed. All I need to do is sign any formal papers," she said.

N'Jadaka frowned.

"That kinda messes up what I had ready if you gave your permission," he said.

"Messes up what?"

He tapped his kimoyo and the dining hall opened. Two muscular-looking kingsguards strode in carrying a giant glass cage. Yani slapped his bicep and jumped up from her seat. Jerome sat cozy and comfortable within the container and his wary eyes stared at them with annoyance.

"I had a new custom iguana enclosure built for him in the royal garden where he can sleep at night after roaming around all day. I even brought over some of his kids to keep him company," he said.

Stuck to the side of the container was an elaborately decorated piece of silky pink paper that read "Will you be my first Little Princess?"

Yani linked her arm to N'Jadaka's and tapped the side of the container that was covered with small holes for the iguana to breathe and receive adequate ventilation.

"The children will love this," Yani said. "I have missed you, Jerome."

Mpilo stepped into the room.

"Kumkani, it is time to prepare for the ball. Your guests are arriving and mingling with Wakandan nobles," Mpilo said.

Outside of the dining room doors, the king's entourage waited for him with Yani's Ladies in Waiting and the chaperones. N'Jadaka rubbed Yani's shoulders.

"I will come for you in an hour, okay? Is that enough time for you?"

Yani nodded and watched the kingsguards take Jerome back to his new home in the royal garden. Mpilo slipped out of the dining room. N'Jadaka nodded for the Doras who stood at attention by the doors to leave them alone. They had a good five minutes before the chaperones got antsy.

The king snuck rubs on her booty and slid his tongue across her lips, forcing them open. She kissed him with a heart lifted in gratitude.

"Thank you for my children," he whispered into her mouth.

"Thank you for this life," she answered back.

He lifted her chin with a strong finger.

"You are my life, Yani. I'm going to show you tonight after the ball."

His eyes had a glazed look to them and he licked his lips to wipe away the remains of her lipstick.

"Oh, really?" she teased.

He palmed her vulva through her dress, then rubbed small circular motions where her clit rested in her panties.

"I'm gettin' some pussy tonight. I don't care what them old ladies say," he mumbled.

He offered out his elbow to her and she wrapped her hand around it, allowing him to escort her to their shared home so she could change into her ball gown and impress all the foreign guests. Intent on making the king look formidable, she slowly took on the countenance of a powerful queen and matched his assured strides with her rightful place at his side.

All the people waiting for them in the West Palace would get their first look at Queen Yani N'Isiqithi The First. A small fluttering in her chest spread as the spirit of her greatest grandmother Queen Mary of St. Croix rose up inside of her. If anyone at the ball challenged her king and soon-to-be husband… fiyahbun.

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"War in the east, war in the west war up north, war down south war, war, rumours of war.

And until that day, the African continent will not know peace, we Africans will fight we find it necessary and we know we shall win as we are confident in the victory…

We don't need no more trouble…"

Bob Marley – "War/No More Trouble"

"Any more pressure on your bladder?"

Yani rubbed a wand scanner across Nakia's nine-month pregnant belly and checked the 3D image that sprang to life above the woman's belly button. Nakia exhaled with the breath of a woman totally over carrying another human inside of herself. Yani grinned and paid attention to the placement of the baby's body.

"He's in the proper position," Yani said.

Nakia's soulful brown eyes latched onto her baby's curled and tucked form snug inside her womb.

"T'Challa Toussaint Udaku," Nakia said.

"Hmm?" Yani muttered, touching the floating image to enlarge it so she could see the umbilical cord.

"We're calling him Toussaint for Haiti. I'm so proud of the work we have done there. N'Jadaka calls Haiti the Black Pearl of the world. He knows so much about it. T'Challa fell in love with it."

"I like it," Yani said.

She allowed Nakia to look at her baby from all angles before shutting off the scanner. She touched her kimoyo beads and Nakia's beads lit up.

"I transferred the latest images to your file. Everything looks great," Yani said.

She pulled down the patient gown on Nakia to cover her back up. Nakia tapped a few beads.

"T'Challa will be happy to see the new pictures," Nakia said.

Yani checked Nakia's birth chart.

"As of now, little Toussaint will decide when we get together this way again," Yani said, patting Nakia's hand.

Nakia lifted her hand from Yani's and captured it in both her palms, cradling it against her chest.

"You have been so wonderful for me and T'Challa. I didn't want anyone else to help bring our child into the world," Nakia said.

Yani tapped the side of the examination table and it raised up higher, allowing Nakia to be at eye level.

"Princess Yani!"

Yani's nurse assistant burst into the room out of breath with wild eyes.

"Mesea?" Yani said, jumping up from her seat at Nakia's side.

"Come…quick…!"

Mesea's plump fingers grasped Yani's hand and dragged her toward the door.

"Wait a minute!" Yani said, pulling off her examining gloves and tossing them in a waste receptacle.

She turned to Nakia.

"Excuse me please," Yani said.

Nakia nodded and reached for her clothing.

Yani trailed behind Mesea and noticed right away the buzz in the hall as other staff ran toward the vid screen in a spacious waiting area. A Wakandan emergency broadcast logo flashed on the screen immediately followed by the strained faces of two news anchors.

"We interrupt this broadcast with some shocking news coming out of the eastern coast of Tunisia. A terrorist bombing has claimed the lives of several politicians at a North African summit where King N'Jadaka was to address an assembly of leaders on new energy measures to improve the quality of life for countries dependent on fossil fuels. Sources on the ground have stated that two entire city blocks were destroyed and there is no word as of yet on the condition of King N'Jadaka and our Wakandan delegates who traveled with him…"

Yani clutched at her chest before tapping her kimoyo with a direct line to N'Jadaka. Nakia waddled next to her and also had her kimoyo glowing reaching out to T'Challa.

"…Ambassador Udaku's planned visit to Spain has been rerouted back to the U.S. until further notice. We are getting word that King N'Jadaka was the intended target of the attack…

Nakia tapped Yani's arm.

"T'Challa says N'Jadaka is fine," Nakia said.

Yani gasped out loud and walked to the side to hide her face from the staff. No one noticed, their eyes stuck to the screen, probably reliving the dread of King T'Chaka's bombing death. But N'Jadaka and T'Calla had been prepared for potential attacks everywhere.

Yani steered Nakia to her personal office and closed the door. Both of their kimoyos lit up simultaneously. Ramonda.

"Queen Mother," Nakia said swiping her beads first.

Ramonda sat perched inside of a Royal Leopard Fighter craft made for her new career as an ambassador. She had taken off her isicholo and wore her long white locs spread across her shoulders. Her face looked pinched and her mouth was a tight line of stress. Nakia tapped another bead and it brought Ramonda's life-size image into the room with them.

"They are both fine. T'Calla has the king hidden away in a secret location. There were no Wakandan casualties. The reports I'm getting from our War Dogs are twenty dead, fifteen injured, and about a dozen still missing at this point… still buried under rubble. N'Jadaka made last-minute changes to his schedule that were not made public to the host country. The British jumped the gun," Ramonda said.

Nakia perked up.

"We know for sure it was them?" Nakia asked.

Ramonda nodded.

"They are working covertly with the Tunisian government. This is the third attempt on N'Jadaka's life in two months. We were aware of the setup. It is why our king changed plans, to show the North Africans that the West will slaughter their people."

"He didn't warn them?" Nakia asked.

"We are teaching them a lesson," Ramonda said with grim finality.

Yani turned away to gather her thoughts. N'Jadaka was safe. T'Challa protected him and their entourage. He warned her that he would do whatever it took to show the world not to play with him. Allowing the Tunisians to die was a line in the sand: if they weren't with Wakanda, then they were against them.

"How are you, Nakia? Is my grandbaby well?" Ramonda asked, trying to lift the mood.

"The baby is healthy and I am ready to sleep on my stomach," Nakia joked.

A half laugh escaped her lips. Yani turned to face Ramonda again.

"Will you come home?" Yani asked.

"Not yet. Running home would make us look frightened. I am flying back to New York and I will stay there for regular assembly duties, unless the king changes things of course. There will be a half cruiser there to pick you both up in five minutes. You will be sequestered in the palace until further notice. Sydette and Riki have been escorted there already," Ramonda said.

"What about Disa and Joba?" Yani asked.

"Disa finished her guest lecture at M.I.T. less than an hour ago. She and Joba will be brought to New York with Adebiyi and the rest of the Jabari architectural team. They will be sequestered with me. No need to worry," Ramonda said.

Her image shimmered out of the room and they stared at her from Nakia's beads again.

"Quickly leave the hospital," Ramonda said.

Her face winked out and Yani walked out of her office with Nakia giving instructions to her co-workers. They understood why she had to leave. As the future queen of the nation, her safety was a priority.

The half-cruiser hovered above them outside and didn't even bother to land. A warm gravitational pull of neon blue light lifted them both up gently into the air. Above them, elite palace guards and military soldiers waited to help them aboard.

"Be gentle with her, please," Yani ordered.

The men followed her orders and deferred to her.

Out of the royal family members left in the country, Yani's status was higher than Nakia's and Shuri's. The ride to the palace was quiet, too quiet. The hum of the aircraft made her want to fly to Tunisia to scoop up her fiancé. Tunisia was the closest call they'd ever had with attempted assassinations on N'Jadaka. She had asked for her man to be transparent about everything, and now she wondered if she would prefer to not know anything about his work. Touching her chest, her heart thumped against her hand. Despite having a full security team, his own jaguar suit, and the powers of the heart-shaped herb, Yani experienced more fear than when he had been a mercenary. At least then he could be covert all the time. As a king, he couldn't be that way.

The King of England had ordered their secret service agents to kill the King of Wakanda in a foreign land to hide their hands. France had tried to be slick in their former African colonies, but Ramonda called them out at the U.N. and threw their treachery back in their face much to the embarrassment of the U.S. and the rest of the Western world. China tried to play up to Wakanda by sharing secret intel on the U.S. in West Africa. The tsunami of change N'Jadaka brought in his wake as king already had parts of Africa turning cold shoulders to Asian leaders wanting more incursions onto the continent.

Africa was changing.

King N'Jadaka proselytized the power of Africa for the Africans. No one else.

"Go and rest in the guest suite. We can have dinner together in the king's chambers," Yani said.

Nakia gave Yani a wide smile.

"What?" Yani asked.

"You speak Wakanadan so fluent now, for a second, you sounded like Queen Mother," Nakia said.

Yani waved her hands in a dismissive gesture.

"I still sound like a country girl up in the hills back home," Yani said.

Nakia shook her head.

"You sound like a queen. Until we meet again, Princess Yani."

Two Doras escorted Nakia away, leaving Yani alone with her personal Dora and the kingsguard. The military soldiers who flew with them posted themselves around the palace for extra security measures. Her kimoyo lit up. Dante's face appeared above her hand.

"Hi, Yani. I'm with Sweet Pea and Dumplin," Dante said.

"I'm here in the palace. N'Jadaka is fine. I spoke to Ramonda."

"I'm not worried. That boy can survive anything aimed at him. Are you okay? You look winded."

"The shock of it is settling in."

"I'll keep the children here with me. Go rest and let me know how things are. I'm keeping the news away from them. They think school just ended early because of the soccer league championships in Birnin D'Jata."

"Good. Nakia will join us for dinner tonight in the king's chambers. I want us all there if N'Jadaka calls."

"Okay."

Yani hustled her way to N'Jadaka's home and fell against the door once she closed it, not wanting the guards to see her worry.

"Everything is fine. Calm yourself," she whispered into the beautiful living room.

Yani hadn't been to N'Jadaka's home since the night they first made love after so many years. The natural comfort of its cozy décor eased her mind and brought into sharp relief the energy of her man. His essence permeated every square inch of the space and she let go of the knot bunched up in her stomach. She had to learn to cope better when bad news hit.

Stepping to the king's private bar, she poured herself a glass of Wakandan whiskey and noticed a pipe stuffed with an herb N'Jadaka liked to smoke that had the effects of weed, but didn't last as long in the bloodstream. Grabbing it, she struck up a lighter from the bar and smoked the pipe like a granny back home.

Home.

Gazing out of the grand window that overlooked the river and parts of the city reminded Yani that Wakanda was her true home. Her nation needed a strong queen for a strong king. She concentrated on preparing for his eventual return and being the best source of comfort for him. Her lessons with Umama on how to conduct herself as a queen rooted within her. Weeks and weeks of training, elocution classes, and body movement had been soaked into her bones. Even the way she touched N'Jadaka in public was practiced with Baba Z. The reliance on protocols began to make sense to Yani fully. How one conducted themselves in public gave assurance to the citizenry.

There were several hours to fill before dinner, so Yani practiced walking in the slow confident gait of a queen. She positioned her hands in the signs of deference and dismissal of Council Elders. Her posture was erect and her chin stayed tilted at the angle of royalty. The herb worked a subtle high in her bloodstream and she became more mellow as an hour passed with still no word from the king.

Yani contacted her home personal assistant Dakarai and the children's nanny to collect a week's worth of clothing to bring to the palace. She sent a kingsguard and a Dora to fetch them and set up housing for the women through the palace housekeeping department. Dakarai relayed that there were already press wanting a statement from the palace, but Yani wasn't ready to take on that part of her duties yet. She would leave that to N'Jadaka's PR staff and the Council of Elders.

She walked up the stairs that led to the second floor and looked in on the rooms Sydette and Riki would sleep in. The bed sheets were already clean and ready. There were brand-new toys situated on small children's desks, too. A third room for Joba was in the same state. Expectant. Prepared. It was their home too. She strolled over into another wing of the second floor that was to be her bridal bedroom. Udaku royalty had separate bedrooms, and the room that was to become her sanctuary was gorgeous. Crème and corals, pale pinks…soothing yellow and sea green accents brought the island flavor of her favorite cove to life.

Yani's mouth parted at the care and detail taken to create a one-of-a-kind bedroom for her. The room was as big as a luxury apartment with a bathroom view of the world below. Her large bathtub actually sat propped on a platform on the balcony so that she could air dry and enjoy being outside surrounded by exotic plants and flowers that draped along the walls to create a garden feel.

She had no idea N'Jadaka had redone everything for her with delicate touches like having photos of their children sprinkled throughout the room. Her favorite was of them in Joba's fairy garden, all three of N'Jadaka's progeny grinning with bright teeth and matching royal outfits. Seeing Joba, Yani tapped her kimoyo beads.

Disa's avatar popped up and then the woman herself appeared. She rode inside a car.

"They have you already," Yani said.

"Yes… we're heading across the bridge now. Security is deep," Disa said with a weary sigh.

"How is Joba?"

"Asleep, thank goodness."

Yani peered at the small bundle under a blanket next to Disa.

"My team is riding in the car behind ours. I'm just grateful that N'Jadaka is okay. You think you prepare for shit like this, but it just…"

Her eyes darted away.

"I know. We're in the palace. We'll stay here until he comes home. I'll keep you posted with any word."

"Thanks. I know Ramonda will only give me surface-level stuff because of her position."

Yani looked out across the city and rubbed the smooth waves of her hair.

"When will you return?" Yani asked.

"I'd like to finish all of my speaking engagements, but I know the family will want Joba back in Wakanda if anything else happens. It's hard being away from her for so long. I feel bad that I took her away from her siblings this long. She's having fun though. I know she misses Riki and Sydette… all her friends. But I know having her see me do my work enriches her."

Disa smiled.

"I'll let you go because I know they want to keep all lines secure," Disa said.

"I'll call you with any info. Miss you."

"I miss you too, Yani. Give Riki and Sydette all my love and a big hug. Love you, girl…"

Yani ended the chat by blowing a kiss to Disa. The jangle of a tiny bell sounded in the living room. She kicked off her shoes and padded to the front door. A kitchen staff member brought up a full lunch spread for her to enjoy in private. She ate the meal in the dining room and afterward walked up to the third floor to rest in N'Jadaka's bedroom. The massive bed bid peace to her tense body. Crawling onto the soft blankets, she cocooned herself under the covers and stretched her arm out to her side imagining N'Jadaka next to her. Pulling off her clothes and tossing them at the foot of the bed, she ran her fingers between her thighs and played with her folds, touching the healed clitoral piercings she received from an old woman named Sade months ago.

Part of Yani's betrothal march was studying the history of past Wakandan queens and their expected submission to traditional marriage customs. A gold and silver-laced hoop went through her clitoral hood and on her delicate folds were small neon blue diamond jewels that matched the studded jewel that was placed at the root of N'Jadaka's penis. She learned it was called the ring and seed of the beloved, an ancient custom of placing jewelry on the private parts of royalty that were a more intimate bonding than just simple wedding bands on fingers.

Together they arrived at a specialized piercer who showed them various precious metals and jewels to be placed on their bodies in preparation for marriage. They chose gold and silver for her hoop to match N'Jadaka's golden jaguar necklace, and the neon blue studded jewels to match the gorgeous blue of N'Jadaka's dick piercing. Yani's vulva was permanently made bald and six piercings were strategically placed on her clit and folds. At first, she thought there would be too much going on down in her coochie, but once it healed and the jewels gleamed with erotic beauty, her pussy literally became worth five million dollars, the value of the rare diamonds and gold only found within their borders. She had the most expensive vagina in the world.

Sometimes, late at night and after a glass of wine, she sat in front of a standing mirror with her legs spread wide, and she admired the royal pussy sparkling back at her. She'd finger her waist beads and wonder at the life she was living.

Queen Yani N'Isiqithi the First. Translation: Queen Yani of the far island, the first of her name.

That was to be her official title once she married N'Jadaka.

Her name would be added to the official Udaku ancestral registry and she would have a brand new portrait created that would hang in the palace. Under Umama's tutelage, she slowly began to carry herself in a different way. She studied hard and underwent hours of elder interrogation from the Udaku clan women. Old Aunties stepped in for her own mother to help her understand her new place in the world. An Udaku queen was not simply a helpmate or decoration on the king's throne. She was expected to step into a leadership role if anything happened to the king. That pressure squirreled away in the corners of her mind and forced Yani to study harder than she ever did for medical school.

There were plans for her coronation and the very first Queen's ball in over thirty years. So much responsibility rested at her feet and she fought like hell not to get lost in the overwhelming nature of the whole thing. She was no stranger to hard work and juggling multiple responsibilities.

The jewels made her private parts tingle and she fondled herself lazily under the covers of the king's bed. The arousing sensation spread as her inner folds plumped up and the jewels did what they were supposed to do, arousing her even more. Her fingers became slippery and she simply smacked her hand against her vulva the way N'Jadaka liked to do it. They hadn't been able to have sex until she healed and the anticipation to have him make love to her had her hips grinding down into the bed. The double-sided studs in her pussy lips made her vulva look like a tapestry of unreal riches. Already her opening throbbed and the tips of her breasts became pebbled peaks.

She gently smacked her vulva again, pretending it was N'Jadaka doing it. Her hips bucked on the bed and she chewed on her bottom lip, mewling with deep guttural moans that flew up to the vaulted ceiling. Yani stopped herself before she went too far. The king made her promise that she wouldn't cum after she healed until he was deep inside her pussy himself.

That was a brutal promise to make, especially when her pussy was so beautiful blinged out, and easily aroused with the new piercings rubbing against her panties all the time creating delicious friction. That was the intended purpose of the queens back in the olden days decorating their pussy. Constant arousal meant constant fucking and more royal babies.

Babies.

Yani removed her hand from her wet folds and sat up.

N'Jadaka wanted more babies. He didn't hide his intent to get her pregnant again. The upcoming birth of T'Challa's son had the king wistful, needing to see Yani pregnant with his seed. He never said it out loud in casual private conversations, but he was always ramping up a breeding kink in their sex before her piercings were put in.

"Look how hard you got my dick, baby! Gonna make me put a baby in that pussy!"

Yani played along with him because it got her man off. He liked holding her big legs up and watching his fat dick plow her walls. She'd whimper and squirm under him.

"Pussy so fat… look how it's taking all this dick… nice and tight too… fuck! Gon' make me nut…fuck, Yani! Make me nut all in this good pussy… get you pregnant again… put a bunch of babies all in this tight pussyyyyy!"

That's all it took to make him hunch up his shoulders and shoot cum until it was pouring out of her opening hot and steamy. Right away he would flip over onto his back and make her ride him. He'd clutch at her breasts and suck on her nipples, his arousal skyrocketing if she teased him with talk of her titties getting bigger again so she could feed his new baby. His titty boy ways always came out when she spoke to him about sharing breast milk with his child, and who she'd have to baby first, him or their infant. A glow would come into his eyes and she knew he wished to see her pregnancy journey from beginning to end. Her breasts would smack together in his face, and the sound of it sent him on his way as heavy spurts of cum filled her up again, his loud voice shouting her name. She knew for a fact that she would be in deep trouble if she weren't on the powerful Wakandan birth control medication. N'Jadaka fucked with a purpose and he would lose his mind once he finally had a chance to see her pussy for the first time with all the royal razzle dazzle added to it. He was already hurting from not being able to have her for weeks in his arms, let alone fucking her. The elders that chaperoned them to get their ring and seed of the beloved forbid him to even get a peek at the jewels once they were placed on her. She followed the rules then, knowing it would drive N'Jadaka wild. It was the only reason why he told her not to have an orgasm until he gave it to her. Yani shivered thinking about the way he would fold her once he saw pussy after two months.

Curling into the fetal position, Yani slept for a couple of hours, then showered for dinner. By then she had fresh new clothes to change into and enjoyed eating with the family in N'Jadaka's impressive dining room. Yani sat in the queen's seat and listened to her children discuss their day as Shuri and Nakia caught up. Dante ate and listened to dual conversations. No one spoke about what was happening in the outside world for the sake of the children. The Council of Elders and Ramonda kept Yani informed of N'Jadaka's new whereabouts, and she had to contain her excitement from Sydette and Riki. Their father was coming home after a long absence. She kept the info to herself, wanting to surprise them before they went to bed.

Hoping he would arrive sooner, Yani found her mood shifting as the evening wore on with no word from N'Jadaka. She was given permission by her betrothal chaperones to stay in the king's home with their children.

The nanny helped Riki and Sydette prepare for bed and Yani stood on the large king's deck watching for the lights of the Royal Talon Fighter to dot the horizon.

"Night Mama!"

Riki bounded into N'Jadaka's bedroom with Sydette.

"Night you two," Yani said giving them kisses and checking the security of their hair bonnets.

She followed them to their separate rooms and bid them sweet dreams before returning to her spot on the deck. After a time, she bathed in perfumed waters and slathered her skin in aromatic oils. Her make-up was natural-looking but perfect for a reunion of lovers. Still tense and alone, she kept watching for her brave king wearing a robe over her nudity.

Darkness shrouded the peace of the city below, and still, no—

Wait!

Yani's breath caught in her throat as a string of beaded lights looking like a line of distant fireflies dotted the horizon. Stinger escorts!

Yani rushed out of the king's bedchamber and ran down to her bedroom to change into a gorgeous gown she had prepared to wear when he came home. She held it against her breasts. If she put it on so late, then he'd know she had been worried. Perhaps it was better to look casual and unbothered by the situation. Showing confidence was what he needed to see from her. Tossing the gown on the bed, she reached into her travel bag and pulled out a sheer white teddy that barely covered her ass… just the way he liked. Checking her reflection in her bedroom mirror, she ran back up to the third floor. The Royal Talon Fighter finally came into view looking like a plump honey bee surrounded by worker drones.

Chills went up and down Yani's arms because of the anticipation of seeing him. By the time the Talon Fighter streaked past the palace headed to the Talon port, she could barely contain herself. She spread her arms out on the deck's thick marble guardrail to help keep her wobbly legs from buckling underneath her in defeat and running down to greet him in the lobby. That was not becoming of a queen. The king was supposed to come for her.

Each breath and each heartbeat became a ticking metronome of time measurement. The only thing that existed in the world at that moment was the sound of his feet moving up... and up... and up all the stairs of his private chamber. Yani kept her body faced toward the night as the heavy footfall sounds carried him closer. The ancient creak of the bedroom door opening almost made her burst into fiery orange embers.

A powerful hand gripped her chin from behind and turned her head sideways. N'Jadaka's lips smothered hers as his huge hot body pressed into her back. Another hand snaked around her waist and held her in place. His tongue swirled in her mouth, his breath warm and tasting of spiced rum and honey. A big hard dick wedged into the crack of her ass cheeks, the heat of it making her skin sweat. Yani gave him ferocious kisses back into his mouth and their lips couldn't stop searching for comfort within one another. They groaned together when he dropped a hand to palm her vulva, feeling the exquisite jewels on her folds.

"Dripping baby…," he groaned into her mouth, spreading her sticky wetness all over her outer lips.

She started dripping wet the moment she spotted his Talon Fighter.

The king dropped to his knees and spread her ass so he could smother the back of her pussy with his lush mouth. Lip-smacking goodness is all Yani heard as he ate a queen properly. She tilted her hips and tooted her ass out further and nearly suffocated him with so much ass and tasty pussy. His loud moans of pleasure broke the silence of the deck.

"…oh shit…oh this pussy is so good, Yani…shit… give Daddy all his pussy…dassit…that's a good girl, that's Daddy's good girl…"

Tears blurred her eyes as he rolled his big tongue across her folds increasing the sensations of her piercings working their pussy magic on her nerve endings.

"You ready to cum for Daddy?" he groaned into her folds.

"Yes!" she shouted.

Her clit thumped against his tongue and lips and the gentle tugging his teeth made on her clit hoop piercing had her gasping and clawing at the marble guardrail, unable to control her pleading for release.

"IwahncumIwahncum…" became her mantra and N'Jadaka laughed into her folds before standing upright.

She whined with disappointment at being denied relief from his pleasuring, but that ended abruptly when he slid that thick dick inside of her, and her tight walls throbbed all over it in anticipation.

"Damn, girl, damn!" he shouted.

Rooted deep inside her, he wasted not one ounce of friction to pluck more groans and begging from her. Her ass cheeks clapped for him and her pussy squelched and trembled from the pressure of being stretched to capacity. His balls slapped and rubbed against her clit while he gripped her hips and moved.

"Feel how hard you got this dick?" he panted.

All Yani could do was shake her head, all the breath fucked out of her.

"Throw it back!"

He smacked her ass twice and she obeyed, slamming back into him, his big dick demanding to reintroduce the hierarchy of needs in their relationship whenever he was away for a long time. Daddy got his first in those situations. At least that's what they pretended with the charade of power in their bedroom.

"I wanna feel it, baby!" N'Jadaka demanded.

She let go.

The build-up, the unbearable tension, the delectable friction, the longing, the weeks of pining for Daddy Dick…

Yani came in hard pulses that squeezed all that big meat and that nigga gagged on the feeling of superb pussy milking cum out of his balls. He exploded with a harsh gasping shriek that made Yani throb even harder with her lush orgasm that flushed her entire body with raging heat.

"Yani…Yani…shiitttttt…Yaniiiii…"

The king was down bad shooting his hot load into creamy pussy heaven. She felt him pull back from crushing her back so he could watch his dick pump cum deep into her womb.

"Keep squeezing that dick…oh with them pretty pussy lips… ooh fuck me bitch!"

Her pussy kept tugging on his dick until he pulled out and slapped her ass hard.

"Go get on the bed!" he commanded.

Yani steadied herself and moved away from the guardrail. She knew his eyes were glued to her big ass jiggling as she walked, shaking his waist beads. Her steps were on the balls of her feet in the way that she was taught to walk by Umama and Ramonda. The sway of her hips hypnotized him. She glanced over her shoulder.

"I only have permission to stay here for tonight on the second floor, I'm not supposed to be in the king's bed yet… not while you're here," she said all breathy and coy.

His eyes were still on her ass, and his hand was on his still erect dick, stroking it just under the wide head. Cum still spilled out of it onto the floor.

"I don't give a fuck!"

Yani laughed and walked even slower into the bedroom.

She unfastened the teddy and dropped it on the floor. N'Jadaka stopped her from walking further, rubbing the head of his dick on her ass. He gripped the back of her neck when she took a step forward and forced her to stay put.

"Stay still."

His rugged voice sounded raw and needy. Just the way she liked it. Jiggling her ass, she made her cheeks jump with a slow lazy rhythm and his breath hitched. He shook off all of his royal clothing.

"Fuck…I missed this big ass so much-"

The words barely came out and he was already ejaculating all over her fatty, ribbons of thick cum streaking white lines all over her oiled-up curves. Yani turned and rested her backside on the edge of the bed.

"I guess we can't get in trouble if I just sit here….hmmm my king?" she purred.

That was a dangerous thing to say to him. His eyes were already glazed over with lust for her. She lifted her legs up high and pulled her pussy lips open so he could see her piercings. The groan he let out made her pussy twitch. His fingers played in her folds tugging on each jewel and dragging her toward release again.

"It's beautiful Yani…so beautiful… you're so perfect… so fucking perfect."

He fell to his knees and ate her out again, taking his time to indulge in pussy play with his tongue and fingers. When he smacked her vulva a few times, she knew he was ready for more fucking, and this time, he was going for his satisfaction first no matter what. His gaze was lost in delirious desire and the need to quench the thirst of being away from her. She played with her nipples for him, hissing in pleasure when he inserted the head of his dick and watched it tug down on her clit.

"Pussy so pretty like this," he said with clenched teeth as he slid in further, her pussy stretching again to accommodate his girth as best it could. They both watch the hoop of her clit piercing line up with his dick piercing and they marveled at the perfect alignment of their bodies. He played with her breasts and nipples, suckled them, and fucked, forcing her eyes to roll back and shut tight at the love he gave her mixed in with all the unbridled lust they carried for each other.

"Can't hold it, Yani," he yelped, his face contorted and swept up in her tight grip on his dick.

He dug in deep and she held onto him, crying, so happy that he was home and with her. N'Jadaka wiped her tears away, kissing her eyelids, and murmuring how much he loved her as he pumped deep strokes. Would every homecoming for him always be like this? She prayed it would be so. Her face stayed on fire even though her body was drenched with sweat and kisses from his lips all over. He watched her titties bounce as he fingered her clit, satisfied with the way he took care of her pussy. Varying his rhythm to keep her satisfied, his eyes soon locked onto hers as his lips bunched into a pout making his face look mean and oh, so hot to her.

She knew what he was thinking.

Yani held her feet above his head and he hunched over her body letting sweat rain down on her.

"We're not supposed to be doing this," she whispered in his ear above the raw grunts falling out of his mouth.

He pumped his dick in her a little faster.

"The elder chaperones said we can't fuck until we get married, my king. I'm not supposed to be in your bed—"

"Fuck," he gasped.

"I should go back to the second floor in case they come checking up on us—"

He slammed her arms above her head and held them down tight, fucking her harder.

"We can't do this…" she pleaded.

A fluttering in the back of her pussy cued her to an oncoming orgasm. But Yani needed him to get her there in a way that would make her feel it in the roots of her hair. That meant giving him what he wanted, even if they were just playing at it.

"Fuck me… keep fucking me all night," he huffed.

"I can't," she said.

She squirmed in his grip, her arms jammed down into the mattress by his powerful grip.

"You gon' fuck this dick like I said."

His tone was rough, the growl deep in his throat made her toes spasm.

"But you might do something that will get us in trouble," she warned.

The pleading in her voice sounded so real that N'Jadaka pulled back just a touch to look at her face.

"We're not using protection," she whispered.

Oh, that was it. That was so it.

N'Jadaka threw back his head and his dick swelled, the thickness engorging everything inside of her. Yani started cumming before the king roared and spilled into her. His body jerked above her and he slammed his hips against her, making sure his dick was planted in her so he could paint her walls with more hot semen.

They gulped and gasped together like fish out of water for a long time before he finally raised off of her.

"You don't play fair at all," he said.

Yani smirked and stroked his moist chest. His skin was shiny with so much sweat. She tried to move back onto the middle of the bed to give them room, but N'Jadaka held her tight against him.

"Yani, I want to get you pregnant again."

He was finally telling her outside of the act. She sat up and leaned in toward him.

"I know."

"And I know you're not ready, not yet. But every time we make love, that's all I think about. Maybe it's all the stress I'm under or all the crazy shit that's happening… like this Tunisia bullshit…I just…I feel like I'm going to miss out on the experience."

His hushed tone scared her. He stroked the side of her head.

"I don't want you worrying that something is going to happen to me. Nakia's pregnancy has made me a little jealous… that's all. I want more kids with you. I want to watch your belly grow. I want to make love with my baby inside of you again when I know it this time. I want to see you give birth and help you bring that life out again. I mean… fuck… thinking about getting you pregnant just turns a nigga on, no lie baby. Most dudes run away from that shit, but I'm running to it. I love being a father. I love waking up every morning knowing there are children waiting to see my face. Every time I look at you I wonder what you will bring me next."

Yani kissed him and he cradled the back of her head.

"When you are ready, tell me and I will do the deed," he said.

He shared more kisses with her, their tongues touching and telling quiet secrets of their future. Yani slid to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, deep-throating him for a long time, thanking him for giving her the space to decide when. Until then, she would fuck every which way she could, letting him know that she was his forever.

N'Jadaka came in her mouth with a soft grunt and she swallowed, happy that she had pleased him on his return. Udaku dick was dangerous. He could really go all night with the heart-shaped herb running through his veins. But she had no special blood or powers, and her pussy and mouth were tired.

She laid on her side and let the king fuck her in her ass before she fell asleep in his arms, his gruff voice telling her over and over, as her eyelids became drowsy and limp, how much he loved and missed her.

Yani woke up to the sound of her children squealing and laughing like it was Christmas or their birthday. Rolling over on her side, she noticed the left side of the bed was cool and empty. Rubbing her eyes, she wondered if she dreamed of N'Jadaka's return.

No… the royal clothing he shed on the floor and her white sheer teddy was still there waiting for housekeeping to pick up. The king's booming voice in the next room that held his private sitting room chatted with Sydette and Riki. After a few minutes, it became quiet and N'Jadaka came back into the bedroom alone.

"The kids are heading down to help set up breakfast with staff for us. You can relax for another half hour if you want."

"They sounded so happy to see you."

"Yeah, they were. No one told them what happened, huh?"

Yani shook her head.

"I only want them to think you came home early because you wanted to surprise them."

He rubbed her stomach, feeling the waist beads resting on her hip.

"Damn, why you gotta be so fine waking up in the morning?" he said.

Yani grinned and pulled him down next to her. He teased her clit with inquisitive fingers.

"These piercings are everything, Yani. Shit is amazing to look at. Fucking art."

He dipped his fingers into her pussy gently, turning her on. Once she started panting, he took off his robe and pajama bottoms and pushed her thighs open, sliding his girth back into her. He fucked her slowly, taking his time with morning loving. His eyes darted all over her body, taking in her appearance.

"Big… hard… dick…" she gasped.

"That's your dick… you like me stretching you out?"

She whipped her head back and forth on his pillow, grateful that their only discourse had been fucking and not talking about the attempt on his life. He seemed happy not to have that discussion, his focus only on pleasing her and his need for intimate contact. She stroked the nape of his neck and rubbed her hands all over his wide chest as he gave her deep dick.

"I love you," he moaned in her ear, his hips snapping forward to push a hard nut out as quietly as he could.

Yani missed that kind of sex, too. The trying-to-be-quiet-slow-screwing because the kids and household help were around. Their dirty talk was kept only three inches away from their mouths facing each other and the intensity had him pulling out and beating his dick against her folds until a stream of cum soaked her vulva and the covers while she played with her clit. Yani brought herself to orgasm watching his dick pulse in his hand. He played with his jizz by tapping his dick against her folds, liking how it covered her piercings

Yani's kimoyo lit up.

"Nah, cancel any work or queen consort training," he mumbled, stroking his hard dick and eyeing her plump mouth for dick-sucking.

Nakia's avatar popped up. Code red.

"Oh my goodness!" Yani shouted.

She jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom shower, throwing her kimoyo beads over her wrist.

"Yani…hold up—"

Yani ducked her head back out to the annoyed king who had his fat dick upright for her to hop on.

"Nakia is in labor!" Yani shouted.

"Oh, snap!"

N'Jadaka ran out of the bedroom to go to his dressing room to prepare for a new royal birth. Yani burst out laughing at the comical way he left her, then concentrated on talking to Nakia as she practiced her breathing to push out little Toussaint.

Chapter 72 HERE.

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