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Say Yes (2)

Warning: SMUT, NSFW

A/N: My first time writing smut! Hope you all enjoy. You can read part 1 here.

Word Count: 2,708

Kide and Jahari shared smirks as their chief and his fiancé stumbled into his bedroom, feet moving solely by muscle memory. All five senses completely immersed in each other.

Zarah and M’Baku didn’t acknowledge the guards nor take the second needed to dismiss them for the night as they backed into his chambers. M’Baku slammed her body into the door as it shut, one tangled in the senegalese twists that fell out of her neat bun while the other wrapped around her waist to pull her as close as space would allow. All without detaching his lips from hers. He was hungry for her, on a high for her and he would never get enough. She felt M’Baku’s hands venture south and push her dress up her thighs before sliding behind them to hoist her up his waist.

"M’Baku… wait. I am too heavy," Zarah broke their kiss momentarily to say and catch her breath, worried that he would drop her. M’Baku, annoyed by the break in their passionate make out session, rolled his eyes.

"You are light as a feather, usana," he whispered as he kissed everywhere on the exposed skin on her neck. He wasn’t wrong. She was one of the smallest women in the tribe. M’Baku certainly didn’t mind. What she lacked in the desired height of women in Jabariland, she certainly made up for in curves. She had something to grip. Grip the chief would need for all the things he wanted to do to her… all the desires he dreamed of playing out with her when she was ready. "This dress is beautiful by the way. You are… a vision."

Zarah smiled and recaptured his lips with hers as her legs tighten around his waist, fears forgotten. "Thank you… I wanted to look perfect for your big day."

They continued for a few minutes, feasting off each other as they stood by the door.

"I want you... so bad," she moaned in his ear, her desires blinding and overpowering her mind. That was pretty commonplace when he was around.

Zarah knew she should wait until their wedding night. They hadn’t been engaged for two hours yet and she was already yearning to rip off his clothes. But in her heart, she didn’t want to wait. She needed him. Right here and right now. She wanted to pour her love and adoration into every piece of his being, become one with him in the most intimate way they could. She thought back to her conversation with Adisa earlier that evening. That girl was always right. They were ready… she was ready.

M’Baku slid her down from the wall and looked into her eyes, his forehead resting on hers for a moment. He wanted to be sure. He didn’t want to wait but if this was just the high of their engagement talking, he didn’t want to take advantage. "Are you sure? There is no rush. We have the rest of our lives after all," he winked as his finger grazed her cheek.

She held his cheeks in her hands before kissing him again. "I want all of you right now. I am positive."

He couldn’t stop the smile that graced his lips once he had her permission to continue. M’Baku’s hands fiddled with the zipper of her dress before it fell in a heap at her feet. Zarah stepped out of it and fell back gently on his bed, thankful that she finally relented and let Adisa force her into a sexy matching panty and bra set, the one she had insisted she didn’t need. Her hands instinctively went to cover herself, not fully confident in her curves and the small, persistent pouch on her stomach.

"Hey!" M’Baku barked. "Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you."

She hesitated for a moment before moving her hands to his shoulders as he braced his weight on his forearms above her.

His head nuzzled the side of her neck as he placed soft kisses into her collarbone. She instinctively shifted her head to the side to give him more access.

"Don’t you know how beautiful you are?" He whispered as his teasing moved further south, his hands unclasping her bra. Zarah made quick work of pulling it down her arms and off before he restricted her arm above her head and captured her sensitive nipple in his mouth. His grip wasn’t tight but it was firm, letting her know that that hand wasn’t going anywhere.

Zarah gasped as he gently sucked and bit her breast, causing her equal pain and pleasure. She couldn’t tell which she liked more as the stimulation sent shockwaves down her body. She could feel her pleasure blossoming in her stomach, the wetness gathering between her thighs as his tongue licked circles around her sensitive nipple.

"Fuck... that feels so good," she groaned as he switched to the left, giving both equal attention.

A frustrated groan escaped her lips as her breast fell out of his mouth. He placed kisses on her stomach, continuing his journey south.

"Do you see what you are doing me usana? How much I need you right now?" Does he know what he was doing to me, she wanted to scream back at him. She knew then that this would be a problem. This man was her kryptonite, her greatest weakness, her downfall. He hadn’t even really done anything yet and she was ready to give him the world, anything he wanted without question or hesitation.

"Please don’t stop," she whispered. But it was unnecessary, she didn’t have to wait long for him to continue pushing her up the mountain of her desire. A moan fell from her lips as she felt a thick digit enter her.

"All of this for me, my love?" he whispered between kiss, marveling at how wet she already was and the moans he was eliciting with merely a finger.

Her hips bucked against him as his lips finally reached the promised land and wrapped around her sensitive bud. He gently sucked on her clit as a second finger joined the other inside her.

"M’Ba... M’Baku... fuck," Zarah panted, wondering how she was struggling to make complete sentences while her fiancé seemed to be writing poetry with his tongue while he tasted her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she writhed beneath his tongue in complete ecstasy, her desire continuing to build. She was close, she could feel it.

"Look at me Za…" His lips detached from her momentarily but his fingers never stopped. They continued pumping in and out of her, curling into her G-spot as he stared at her with all the love the cosmos had to offer. She found it difficult to maintain the eye contact he desired, denying her body’s natural instinct to let her eyes fall closed at every jolt of pleasure he gave her.

His eyes never left her face as he feasted on his new favorite meal, enjoying the expressions of sexual bliss and pleasure that took residence on her face. She was breathtaking - eyes rolled back into her head, lips parted as she cried out, begged, moaned and whimpered for more.

Like a climber losing oxygen as they reached the peak of a mountain, Zarah was losing the ability to form words as he licked and sucked every part of her folds and lower lips he could access. As his fingers curled inside her to push into her G-Spot, Zarah felt something in her snap. She screamed breathlessly, back arching off the bed, toes curling, fingers gripping the tight coils of his hair and body trembling as her first orgasm of the evening racked through her body.

"That’s it my queen. Come for me," he muttered, slightly muffled as he refused to stop devouring her through her orgasm.

She didn’t fully register his words or anything really. Her mind was too wrapped up in the euphoria of lust and pleasure until she felt a sharp slap to her outer thigh, a silent directive to release his head from the confines of her thighs.

"Sorry," she laughed breathlessly, understanding his physical reminder that he needed to breath.

"Don’t worry. There are worse ways to die." They both laughed breathlessly, Zarah already exhausted and they hadn’t even reached the main event.

Zarah watched him stand and shed his clothes. Her breath hitched slightly when he pulled down his boxers… a king indeed. His long, thick girth stood at attention for his future queen. Finally seeing what laid underneath, the subject of tribe-wide rumors, the object of many dreams and late night self-love sessions, made Zarah want to fall to her knees and thank Hanuman then and there. She was not disappointed, in fact, she was still shocked. He managed to exceed her expectations. She needed him as all beings needed oxygen and knew Death would be on his chariot to collect her early if he didn’t fill her soon. Behind her cloak of lust though, there was a slight tinge of panic, which M’Baku registered on her face, at his size and the actual mechanics of all this. She genuinely wasn’t sure if he would fit but she was willing to risk everything to try.

"I need you... now." She begged as she weakly propped herself up and pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs wide so he could settle between them.

"Are you ready?" He asked, worry in his voice, acknowledging the panic he read moments earlier. Zarah smiled, of course he noticed. He could read her like a book.

"Yes, I want you."

MBaku nodded and peppered her face with kisses as he began pushing himself into her slowly.

"Ahhh" she gasped at the intrusion, face contorting into a painful grimace. Her body screamed at her, never having to stretch to welcome someone before, particularly someone of his size.

"I am hurting you. We shouldn’t d-" M’Baku started to say as he began pulling himself out of her. Zarah quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him to remain between her legs. She pulled him in for a kiss to silence his words and settle his rising anxiety. They kissed for a few moments, their tongues dancing with each other as they laid closer than they had ever been before. She sucked on his bottom lip, her inner vixen smiling at the small moan that pulled from her gorgeous giant. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"I know it’s going to hurt… you can’t stop that. But I want this, I want you. Let me witness the might of the Jabari firsthand," she semi-shouted jokingly in an attempt to relax them both, mimicking him from a battle not too long ago. Her hand caressed his face as she admired him and his care of her body before placing a soft peck to his lips. "J-j-just go slow for me ok?"

He nodded and continued to push into her. The pain was searing as her body tried to accommodate him. It took a few minutes as he stopped after every inch to examine her reactions and ensure he wasn’t causing too much discomfort. His eyes were trained on hers and watched a cycle of pain and pleasure wash over her. Once he was buried inside her fully, he stilled, giving her a chance to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. Zarah let out a deep sigh once he started to move, his strokes were slow and sensual, taking his time to pull out of her and rejoin their bodies together.

For him, there would be time for fast-pace, rough sex later. He wanted to go slow with her, take her apart piece by piece and put her back together again. Desperate to hear every single moan and groan that fell from her lips, set on basking in every orgasm he pulled from the depths of her soul. Knowing he was causing her such intense pleasure would be his greatest triumph. And take her apart he did.

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Intense. Earth shattering. Mind blowing.

Those were just some of the words cycling through Zarah’s clouded, exhausted mind as M’Baku continued his relentless pace into her body. His expansive chambers soaked up the screams of the future chieftess of the Jabari as her king went round for round into the wee hours of the morning. This man seemed to perfect the recipe for a superior lover - unmatched skill, a well-endowed tool, a genuine care and compassion for his partner, and never-ending stamina. He never let up and Zarah, raptured fully in the pleasure he was providing, could do nothing as waves of pleasure crashed on her shores over and over again. M’Baku barely giving time for one to wash away before another came crashing over her. All she could do was moan, plead for more and groan at every thrust. Remaining quiet was not exactly her strength as he took her, switching positions with the ease of an expert. And he didn’t want her to be. At first, she tried to stifle the intense noises leaving her body, only for M’Baku to demand she let the world hear her.

"I want to hear you entle… Let everyone in this Lodge hear you." Out of the fog of her pending orgasm, she would have seen the flaws in this argument. Does their entire staff need to hear their pre-martial love making? But she couldn’t think logically, she could barely think at all. The only thing her mind could register were the sensations of his manhood curving to hit her g-spot.

"God… M’Baku… I l-l-love you so much," she panted. Her mouth opened into a breathless scream as she fell, tumbling down the cliff of yet another orgasm. "I can’t do anymore, my lord… it’s too much. I can’t," she begged as tears streamed down her face and into the bedsheet as he took her from behind. Her hand flailed behind her, trying to still his hips and powerful thrusts. His hands quickly restricted her hands above her. This position was the hardest, filled her the most causing her the most intense pleasure. Her womanhood and her mind were having a battle of wills. Her core pulsed and tightened around him, refusing to let him go until he came with her, while her mind told her that another orgasm would be the end of her. She didn’t have any releases left for him. Her body was in complete overload between his strokes into her body and his roaming hands that transitioned from fondling her breasts to massaging her inner thighs to stroking her clit.

"Don’t run from me my queen. You have one more in you… I know you do. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your chief would you?" he panted as his strokes got sloppy. She gripped the sheets of the bed and buried her face into the mattress, her noises getting too loud at this point.

"I love you so much… I meant what I said, the future of the Jabari begins and ends with you my love. You are everything." He punctured every word with another fast, deep thrust into her quivering body. She wanted to share his thoughts of adoration, tell him what he meant to her but words were still not possible. It only took a few more strokes and skilled circles on her overly sensitive clit for her to peak yet again, this the quickest and most intense of all. Her vision went black, filling with stars as her pleasure completely took over. She didn’t even get to experience M’Baku releasing his seed into her as her body demanded rest from their love-making.

When she registered the world again, she felt a warm, wet towel gently rubbing over her inner thighs. She jumped slightly, groaning when it grazed her bud, rolling away from sensation and clamping her legs shut.

Go back to sleep," she heard M’Baku’ say. She nodded as the weight of the comforter covered her sore, lethargic body. She felt strong arms pull her naked body into a solid warm chest. She smiled before turning around and burying her face into his chest before sleep claimed her again.

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