Namor wants to burn the world, but he needs help to do it. He's in search of ancient magic that is rumored to be in Wakanda...in the form of a woman who doesn't know the power she possesses. Or at least she pretends not to.
There are 'smutty' scene...
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Her skin tickled as Namor traced his fingers down her back to her buttocks. He found the most sensitive spots to kiss and suck, his tongue licking the places he nibbled.
"Tell me what you remember." Namor said. She could barely hear him over her beating heart.
"About what?"
"Who you are. Who you were." He kissed the area between her shoulders and she shivered.
"Now?"
"Once again, you question me." He bit her gently and she flinched in surprise. "Your memories are painful for you. You've done things you regret or wish you hadn't. I've lived long enough to understand this, mi amor. So, I hope that tonight, I can please you enough to replace those bad memories with good ones."
Rhiannon relaxed into his touch and he grabbed her buttocks, digging his fingers into the flesh. She loved the aggression and moaned as he licked and kissed the nape of her neck.
"I don't know if I can think clearly if you keep this up."
"I'm not going to stop."
"But-"
"This wasn't a request." He sounded serious. "Nor will it be a negotiation. You are in my kingdom. My fondness for you does not exempt you from obedience."
She grinned, loving the domination. Rhiannon turned her head, resting her cheek on the back of hands on top of the pillow. It was soft like a bed, not a mattress like they used on the surface. But something else. She inhaled the fragrance coming from the pillow. It smelled of flowers with a faint hint of the sea.
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Something about this place really did make her feel at home. Everything about it lulled her in and made her feel safe. She let out another moan as Namor poured something warm on her skin and gently massaged her back and shoulders.
"I remember the day I was given life," she began.
"Tell me." His voice, his touch, his bed. She was drunk on pleasure.
"It was day or at least it looked like it. The brightest light you could imagine greeted me as my eyes opened. There were three beings waiting for me. They weren't human. I knew that somehow... though I wasn't even sure what human was. They didn't have bodies like you and me. But they were a presence. I could tell they were there and I knew there were three of them. And it wasn't that they were invisible. They were just too big for me to see with my eyes. Like I was in them. Everything was."
