I wake up with warm arms wrapped around my naked body. A smile appears on my face when I think about last night.
Flashback
After the party, Erik carries me in a bridal style to our room. 'Could you be more cliche?' I ask jokingly while sitting on the bed. He locks the door and turns around with dark eyes. My heart automatically starts beating faster. He slowly walks my way. When he has reached me, he pulls my dress up a little so that he can touch my thigh. His hands trail from my knee to my inner thigh. My breathing quickens. He stops right at my underwear.
'You ready?' He whispers in my ear. His lips touch my skin which makes me feel on fire. 'Yeah.' I reply while panting. I turn him around. Now he is sitting on the bed and I'm standing before him. I slip my dress off. He grabs the blanket tightly. As if trying to control himself not to rip my underwear off.
I sit on him with both of my legs beside him. I pull his coat off. He takes his clothes off, leaving him in only his boxer. And girl.. I was scared. 'You sure you want to do this? You are not forced to do it tonight.' I shake my head. 'No I'm ready. Just.. be careful, please.' He places both of his hands on my cheeks. 'You know that I'm not gonna hurt you on purpose right?' I nod.
When he rubs his friend against my thigh, the anxiety multiplies. Why would people want to do this!!?? He slowly pulls his boxer off while looking at me. I try as hard as I can not to look but I fail. Miserably. When I see his friend my stomach sinks. How is that supposed to fit?! 'Where's the condom?' I ask. 'Not here.' 'Why not? I don't know about you but I can get pregnant you know?' 'We're married now. Why should we use a condom?' He says while smirking. 'Because I said so!' 'Chill babygirl. I'll pull out. Don't worry.' Even though I may regret this later on.. I let him do his thing because getting into an argument with him now, will give me a migraine.
He hungrily crashes his lips on mine. His hands explore every part of my body. He takes my bra off. His kisses trail from my neck, to my breasts and to my stomach. He looks me in the eyes while he takes my panties off.
And you know what then happened.. Although he tried his best.. IT HURT LIKE A ' ]!#%}^#. I couldn't even move my legs without wincing. He has to wait atleast 5 months for me to try that again. 'Good morning mrs. Stevens.' He whispers in my ear. A big smile appears on my face. 'How do you feel?' 'I feel like I did a deep split and broke my va-jay-jay.' He chuckles. 'That's not funny!' I smack him on his arm and grab my robe. As soon as I stand I collapse on the ground.
'Damn. Was I that good?' He asks while grinning wide. I roll my eyes. 'Shut your dirty mouth.' I say while hopping to the bathroom. I hear Erik his laughter in the background. If I didn't knew any better, I would say that me in some sort of pain makes him laugh the most.
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After performing my morning routine I get ready for my coronation. Being married to a king doesn't automatically make you a queen. You first have to have a coronation.
I grab my red/orange dress with my matching robe and put it on.
I leave my hair like how Shuri did it yesterday. Erik is already in the throne room with T'Challa and W'Kabi, preparing himself.
Erik Stevens "Killmonger" POV
I look at the suits the guards are holding. 'Nah, I don't like any of them. Next!' I feel the girl braid my hair tight. 'If you want to keep your fingers, you better loosen those braids up.' 'Sorr- sorry my king.' A new load of guards come in with new suits. I shake my head. 'Just bring me my black vest. I'll wear that.' T'Challa chuckles. 'What are you laughing at?' 'You really don't care about looking good for you wife's coronation?' He asks while I put it on.
I nod. 'Of course I do. Only problem is.. I already look good.' Just when the girl is done braiding my hair, the horn sounds. We walk to the Gurai Mountain. The place where I beat T'Challa. 'Good old memories.' I say while laughing. T'Challa looks at me and rolls his eyes.
I look at my beautiful wife standing on the platform. I step into the water and make my way over. 'You're making me remember why I actually call you sweet cheeks. You want to show me again why?' I whisper in her ear while placing my hand on her waist. I tighten my grip on her waist making her squeal. 'N'Jadaka stop it! There are people watching.' I stop knowing that when she calls my by my birth name.. she's not playing. I had to learn that the hard way. I've never witnessed a girl punching me so hard like she did.
'People of Wakanda! We are here to perform a task. And that task is crowning, N'Yarai Stevens, as Queen of Wakanda. Are there any objections?' The officiant says. Everybody is quiet.
I see a few faces look at me in disgust and worry. I speak up. 'Therefore I am sure that this, my coronation, is not the symbol of a power and a splendor that are gone but a declaration of our hopes for the future, and for the years I may, by God's Grace and Mercy, be given to reign and serve you as your Queen.'
'Very wise words Mrs. Stevens. I hereby crown, N'Yarai Stevens, are the Queen of Wakanda!' He places the traditional crown on my head.
The crowd erupts in cheer.
They all repeatedly shout; 'Nigišiti!' (means Queen in the Amharic language)
Erik and I cross our arms while proudly shouting; 'Wakanda forever!' I look at our kingdom. I never thought that I would like the enemy of Wakanda, let alone marry him. But I'm glad that we met, because I don't know what I would do without him.
The end.
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