Mistress of the Elements: Storm/Ororo fanfic

Chapter 7- up in the air

Planes were among the many inventions that Ororo Monroe disliked. She hated everything about them- the noise, the pollution, the disruption in airflow, the stench of fuel rising to her nostrils every time she entered... the blackbird, commercial and private planes, helicopters- no matter which, she couldn't stand to share the sky with these metal brutes... she had contemplated flying to Wakanda herself but T'Challah had implored her to travel conventionally.

So Storm sat aboard the private plane headed to Wakanda. She had packed 2 bags and her tablet, but even that was not enough to distract her from her thoughts.

Alone with T'Challah in the plane's cabin, she knew his proximity without ever looking up. She could sense his blood in his veins, smell the hotel soap and shaving cream that perfumed his skin, and lap at the pheromones that dripped from his body when he stole glances at her across the floor.
Without a doubt, he wanted her...If only he would give in to his desires.
And, although Ororo was still flustered from their interaction previous night, she still had an itch that needed to be scratched.

The Goddess stood at full height. Still ignoring the Kings lingering glances, she stretched her body and reached into an upper shelf to help herself to a drink.  The black dress she wore, strategically rose to reveal the clips that held her thigh high stockings to her garter belt.
She could feel him shift uncomfortably.
Ororo laughed to herself... Goddess, men really were so predictable.
The goddess paused and turned back to finally face the king.
"Your majesty," she began, "are there any other compartments on this plane?"
T'Challah looked at her hungrily for a moment and then looked away to a stack of papers in his hand. "No," he answered, "only this and the lavatory."
Ororo pauses, momentarily unsure if she wanted to deal with the fallout from what she was about to invite. But eventually her own pheromones got the best of her.
"Well then I suppose the lavatory will have to do." She stated matter of factly as she reached down and started to hike up her skirt. T'Challah only watched and held his sly smile intently as Ororo removed the clips holding her stocking.
T'Challah continued smiling. "You know, Ororo, if you want something from me, all you have to do is ask." He held his arms out in jest before standing.
Ororo continued her work and started to remove her panties when she felt the King's hand on hers. "No, don't."
She looked at him with a knowing smile. "Remember , T'Challah, you cannot own a goddess." The King looked taken aback for a moment but Ororo did not want to loose momentum as it had already been too long. "...But I would consider honoring a request."
She could see him struggle internally with something. He wanted her just as badly as she him but always duty threatened him.
Here in the sky, finally at her level, T'Challah wanted no more games. He wanted only to ravish the beauty in front of him with all of the vigor the panther god would spare him. So, despite himself, he gave in to her. "Please consider keeping them on for now." He whispered in Ororo's ear as he moved his body closer.
The whisper of breath and his easy compliance made The Goddess wet and she released her moisture into the purple satin panties.
T'Challah gently propped one of Ororo's legs up onto the adjacent seat as he moved his body closer to her center. "May I?" He asked, and Ororo tapped his shoulder. That was the symbol of consent they had come up with long ago- when they first began to explore one another's bodies.
Asking for her consent, her permission, turned Ororo on. It was not at all like the Men of the west. Their only goal to claim bodies and lands for their own pleasure. T'Challah held the small of her back gently with one hand and the other started at her knee and continued to move up her thigh. His touch was almost a flutter, a whisper- just as his voice had become.
Ororo leaned into him and kissed lightly the point just in front of his ear, and began to trace down his square jawline. As she got to his bottom lip she sucked in a small breath. His fingers had traced their way to her panties and were grazing along her slit from the outside of the fabric. It felt teasing and sumptuous to have him so close but not accessing her body yet. His breath had steadied as he became more in tune with her, and Ororo became wetter.
T'Challah could feel her lustful juices on his finger tips and his erection began to rise. He stroked along her slit and began to kiss her full mouthed. She answered back with sweet and full lips that tasted of honey. As he stroked, he pushed his finger deeper against the fabric, until he was between her delicate folds and rubbing the small nub inside her.
Storm felt the heat rising from both of their bodies and wrapped them in pheromone winds before reaching down and rubbing his dick under his trousers.
T'Challah let out a small moan. She was so adept at knowing what turned him on- she pulled gently in his dick as she slightly rotated her hand. The King would only want more.
He pulled back from their kissing, "Can I go deeper?" He asked, and again, Ororo tapped his shoulder. T'Challah moved around the Goddess so his chest was supporting her back, with his hard cock still contained and rubbing against Ororo's backside.
T'Challah placed his hands at her hips and gently moved upwards to ensure her dress was removed with care. When his hands were back on her hips one moved slowly down the front of her the saturated panties. He knew she grew mad hearing him ask for consent. Any moment of power she had during their encounters gave her immense pleasure.
His hand suddenly stopped just below the garter and waited. "Ororo, can you tell me? Tell me if it's ok?" His fingers rubbed the top of her mound through her panties as she whispered. "You have my permission."
His fingers slipped behind the fabric one by one, still rubbing along her slit and then deeply within her folds. One finger gently rubbing her engorged clit and the other slinking it's way through her juices to find her opening. Just before entering the king stopped again, "Goddess?" He asked again, finally freeing himself of his pants with the other.
Ororo reaches backwards and under his underclothes to stroke the silk of his dick. "Go on." She encouraged him.
Her hand felt warm on his shaft. As the drips of pre-cum were stolen by her finger tip, his entered her one at a time. His first finger went in slowly as he continued to rub her clit with his palm. Her pussy was wet and warm and inviting. He pulled his finger back and forth, rubbing the top of her insides before feeling more of her juices invite another. All of this while his other hand pulled her bra strap down and was rolling her dark berry nipples in his fingers- feeling them harden along with her clit.
The two began breathing heavily, with small moans escaping between them until T'Challah finally had to grab Ororo's wrist. "I want more before I am finished." He said with fire in his eyes. And he pulled the goddess down on the seat behind him.
Some thing about T'Challah made the Goddess weak, she knew. She allowed him to take control, she allowed him to adjust her body- concessions she gave to no one. When he pulled her down, she made no protest because she knew what was coming next and she wanted it as well. Her pussy was dripping and her lust piqued. She watched as T'Challah pulled of his remaining clothes and kneel down between her legs. "I want to fuck you, but first I want you to dry up your pussy with my tongue. Can I have all these things?"
Ororo tapped his shoulder and bit her lower lip, "I want them as well." She replied in low tones.
T'Challah slowly pulled the Goddesses legs apart before him. If he fucked her now, he would spill his seed in a letter of moments- he needed this time to control himself.
He liked off the panties and garter belt and then freed both breasts from their lace caging. His mouth went to one and then the other- suckling and lapping at these beautiful and perfect mounds as he regained some composure. Storm loved the feel of his tongue on he body. It was thick and long, and curved to meet every opening. Even grazing along her nipples she moaned loudly as he pulled back.
He kissed down her belly and moved his face along her thick thighs.  T'Challah's sense filled with the smell of vanilla and the sea. He gently pushed her legs up and slipped his tongue where his fingers had once been. She tasted so lovely and familiar. He lapped at her clit and then traced his tongue down to her opening- circling around the hole as if it were an exquisite truffle- dark and flavorful. He moved his face in closer and began to move his tongue in and out of her opening slowly as he continued rubbing.
Storm's body began to grow more rigid. The muscles around her pussy were starting to contract and the king was enraptured. He slid his fingers in and moved faster as his tongue lapped her clit. Faster and faster until the Goddess let out a cry of pleasure and the cum that had waited so long to be released had spilled over the King's hand.
T'Challah pulled ororo's body closer. "I can sense you have more in you, Goddess. Shall I help you unleash it?" Storm, now in the King's lap, tapped his shoulder but T'Challah hesitated. "I want to take you from behind, and I want you to want that." He didn't move.
Ororo hated that position. It felt vulnerable and she already felt that was with T'Challah- too much so. But she wanted to cum again and she wanted his expert dick to make her cum. "Against the wall." She consented.
The King stood and pulled Ororo with him. He began to kiss her passionately and she him. He gently braced her bottom against the wall as he rubbed his hard cock around her opening, threatening her with what was to come. Ororo returned by scratching his back and reaching in to make small bites on his neck.
When he could stand it no more, T'Challah put Ororo down with both feet on the floor and gently prodded her to turn around by moving her hips. This movement was slow and light- emphasizing that she could decline at any time. It was his preference, not hers, and he knew it.
Soon, his chest was rubbing against her toned back as he kissed her shoulders, he placed his hands on the back of her thighs and moved them up to her perfectly round ass and squeezed. The King could hear the Goddess chuckle.
T'Challah pushed the goddess up by her butt and inserted himself between her legs. He gently allowed her body to come back down onto his cock with a small wet slap and as he did so, heard her let out a satisfied "mmmmmm"
Encouraged, T'Challah began to pump slowly. He was readjusting her to fit to his girth. And thereby teasing her as he lingered at her opening, moving painfully slow, before a small and quicker motion at the back of her walls.
Finally the smallest voice came from the goddess as she whispered, "T'Challah- faster"
before he could consent he felt his body quicken the pace. She had a hold of him for a few moments as his moved quicker and with more force, every stroke pushing her into the side of the plane. T'Challah held his breath as he counted each crash. She was showing him what to do and it, both, turned him on and made him uncomfortable.
The slapping echoed into the wind as Ororo became more vocal. She released her grip on the King and he took over with more vigor than before. Every thrust, Ororo let herself go more and more, until T'Challah could feel her pussy clench around his dick. He moved to long hard strokes toward the back of her pelvis and remained at a steady pace as he felt her body climb. He let one of her legs drop to the floor as he moved his now free hand to her breasts, driving her higher.
He felt himself slipping, and breathed huskily into her ear, "can I make you cum?" As he finished his sentence and returned his mouth to kiss along her shoulder line, he felt her bring her fingers to her clit as she approached her climax.
Ororo roared as she came and left her juices running down both of their legs, as she did- So too, could she feel T'Challah reach his climax and she willed it from him with her own powers, allowing his semen out of her body and dissipate in the air.
He kissed her shoulder tenderly and exited her slowly, making sure she touched down with ease.
Ororo turned, "my king," She nodded the smallest of curt bows. She dared to look at him with soft eyes- clouded by an explosive climax and old feelings that stirred in her.... It was always a mistake.
T'Challah who had his hands on her midnight white hair, stepped back. "Godddess." He nodded and held her for a moment more, knowing it was futile and he was helpless to stop the inevitable return of his memories and responsibilities.