Arc Eight. Chapter Two Hundred Thirty-Five. Blushing Bride (NSFW)

As Peter left the arena, he was hit by a sense of betrayal. Had Shuri planned all this, and with her brother's incapacitation, finally found a way to get out of the engagement, and onto the throne?

He knew Shuri was smart and devious. Her manipulation of both M'Baku and Erik showed that, but was he part of that trap too? It was too convenient that as soon as Shuri got a Symbiote, the wedding was off and both her brother, who was causing problems and Erik, who was finally revealed to be her cousin, were both incapacitated.

As he leaned against a wall, noting it seemed to be a blank spot in the palace's security he heard a quiet sound of breathing.

"You know, this is a popular make-out spot, not just for those seeking quiet." It was Shuri, and she frowned as she saw the look on his face. "I am sorry, but as Princess, I can misbehave, as Queen, I do not have that luxury."

Peter frowned, and half-heartedly shrugged, "It's fine, just-" but Shuri pressed a finger to his lips.

"Peter, please listen. As Princess, I had duties and responsibilities, but only to myself and maybe a few special occasions. As Queen, I am responsible for all of Wakanda. You know we say, 'my heart' and not 'my love' because you love chips or you love the sunset, but you cannot live without your heart. I never thought that in the space of a week, I would find that I could not live without my heart, without you. But one thing I do know is that nothing I say will prove it to you more than this will." and as she pulled him into a shadow she tugged at the front of her robe, exposing herself, and knelt in front of him. "The others told me that you share more than just a physical connection to them, that during your time together it is so much more." as she ran a hand over his groin she looked up, "remove them," and as he stared down at her, she raised an eyebrow and glared at him, "remove them," and he obliged.

Shuri stared at his manhood as it slid out from behind his symbskin. Seeing it this close was, a bit intimidating she had to admit to herself, but regardless she gently stroked it and then moistened its tip with her tongue, "I am aware how much this situation seems like a trap," and as she took the tip of his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirled over it, "So I will prove myself to you," and she ran her tongue around his length, up and down his shaft until it was wet, and then took as much as she could into her mouth. Peter leaned back, and gently lay a hand on her head as she bobbed back and forth.

"I am still yours, nothing had changed," and she kissed down his length and swirled her tongue over his balls, gently sucking on them before running her tongue back up his length. Taking his length in her mouth, she bobbed back and forwards, letting her hands gently stroke after her, her fingers playing with him as her tongue massaged and teased his tip. "I will still marry you, regardless of what those old buffoons say," and as she deep throated him she savoured its taste, "you are mine, and I am yours. You are my heart Peter," and she let him slide in and out of her mouth, tracking him as far into her throat as she could.

"They told me, it was a nice taste, and now I see, both I and Jhalia are enjoying this, it is not what I expected," she said as she ran her tongue around his glans. It was her first time and she was unwilling to do anything to hurt him, and so concentrated on the top, stroking and using her tongue to stimulate him, "I know you can control it, so please, I want to taste you." and as he nodded, she took him in her mouth once more, and as with the others, he gently stroked her hair as he came. As her mouth covered him, it was filled with the sweet sticky fluid she had been told about and Jhalia buzzed in excitement as she swallowed it in gulps. It was electric and both her and Jhalia came. Gwen and the rest had warned her that his seed was intoxicating, no matter where he spilled it but this was beyond what she had expected. As she happily used her tongue to clean him, she looked up and smiled,

"So, Mr Parker, did that convince you?" but he snorted, smirked and shook his head, lifting her up and swapping places with her,

"Not just yet," and as he parted the front seam of the gown she was wearing and guided one leg over his shoulder, and without hesitation, kissed on either side of her thighs and at the moist slit. Jhalia had anticipated his actions and she was ready for him, swollen and excited to be taken but Peter wanted to savour this moment, no matter how short.

Suri ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue danced up and down her lips, flicking at her clit and then swirling around her entrance, sliding inside and then moving back up. Shuri might have used toys on herself, but his lips and tongue were new, especially as he was doing things no normal tongue could. As it slipped inside and sought out her g-spot and other sensitive areas she gasped and moaned, feeling her legs twitch each time the pleasure rippled through her, and as the sensations grew, as he sucked and skillfully tongued and nibbled on her clit she came, pushing his face into her groin.

Kissing her clit one last time, he waited until her legs stopped trembling before standing, and as he moved to wipe his face she shook her head, "I do not mind" and pulled him to kiss and taste herself on his lips. Shuri knew the symbiote would eventually desire to sleep with his others, and she had no qualms about that, even as she tasted the slightly sweet-saltiness of her own cum, she knew she would enjoy them just as much as him.

Pulling him close, she lifted a leg and guided the tip of his manhood to her entrance, "I am not a virgin, not in that sense, and I-" and it was Peter's turn to seal her lips with his and he gently pushed into her.

She muffled a moan as he moved forwards, gasping and grabbing onto him, "all the way, please" and he obliged, sliding his entire length into her. Feeling her leg wrap around him, the other trembled at the insertion and he put a hand on her behind and lifted her. Holding her close against the wall, and supporting her weight with his hands.

"Oh by the goddess, you feel so good, but, please." and he waited. While not a virgin, she was unused to having something so large inside her and the wave of orgasmic pleasure that robbed her of her strength continued, "now, please" and he kept a firm grip and he began to move his hips.

She kissed the side of his face, "I imagined, my first would," and she paused to moan loudly, "in a huge bed, with rose petals and uhh, yes, there, right there," and she nipped at his neck and breathed heavily in his ear, "and I do not care, I just want you, oh by the goddess this is soo good, harder, please, harder now," and as he moved quicker she whined and bit him, "inside, now, inside," and he felt her tighten around him and he let his own orgasm fill her.

He could feel her legs tremble as he finished and she took his face in her hands as kissed him on his cheeks and lips, "I love you, please, never forget that," and kissing him once more she unwrapped her legs from his hips. "You are my heart and my King, and I will never betray you, my word to the goddess."

As he let her back down to the ground, she patted down her gown, making sure she was decent once more, and his symbskin covered him. "To prove as well, Give this to Gwen." and she held a vial of sparkling purple liquid. "The old ways are not my way, and this is something that can do good. Please," and reluctantly Peter took it and, after his screw up with Extremis, carefully wrapped it in a secure symbskin pocket.

"I do not know how long this situation will last. T'Challa is in a coma. Erik is in prison, but as he had every right to challenge the Royal line, he will not be there for long. With his intentions, a civil war may grip Wakanda." and she frowned, but Peter took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"A civil war you know you'll win, especially if you ask a certain company for help." and she smiled and ran a hand down the side of his cheek,

"But why would Stark help me?" and as he snorted she laughed, "I know, I know, teasing is bad. I will hold you to that promise, and more."

As she leant in for a kiss, there was a quiet cough from across the courtyard, "And did you enjoy watching your friend be deflowered Okoye?"

Shuri laughed. Wanda had been right, a small sense of indecency had flown away when she received her symbiote. It empowered her, and knowing Okoye and her guards were there did not bother her as much as she thought, in fact, she was secretly gloating that they would never taste such a man. Peter had made it perfectly clear that her guards and any other Wakandan looking for a Symbiote, or a relationship, were out of the question. She could allow Jhalia to spawn, but doing so without consulting Peter or the others would be seen as rude, and she had understood why once she had her own.

It was a personal event. Nothing prepared her for having a Symbiote of her own. While Talon had been welcoming, it was clear she was Laura's but Jhalia was hers, they blended and mixed into a perfect partnership.

"We did, but your Highness, you still have more pressing matters. The White Gorilla tribe is demanding-" but Shuri waved a hand,

"And they can demand all they like. Allow me to spend a moment with my heart, and then I will show M'Baku what it means to rule." Okoye crossed her arms and bowed.

Sliding into Peter's arms, Shuri leant her head on his chest, "I wish I could spend longer here, but you see what I must deal with." and he kissed her on the forehead,

"I uh, think I'm good," and as she rubbed her face in his chest,

"You better be mister, I do not intend for this to be the only time," and he lifted her chin and kissed her,

"Neither do I," and Okoye coughed once more.

"Fine, Fine" and as Shuri separated herself from Peters embrace, she threw up her hands, "back to the stupid council. Do you think I can just throw them all off the balcony, and claim it was an accident?" and Okoye laughed,

"If that worked, I would help." and turning she nodded at Peter, who watched the pair head back into the Royal Throne room.

He had used the Mind Stone and sought a connection to Jhalia she had shared. Shuri loved him, it was a small fire but it burned, and she was right. Wakanda and its stupid politics meant nothing to her, He was important, her lab and her work were important. Old men, arguing over unearned riches and power were beneath her, and she would make sure they did not stand in her way, and he would help her.

He had also felt her concern. Erik would push for war, use his connection to M'Baku and the defeat of Fisk as the spark to ignite it. Sensing the prison, rather than head back to his room, Peter made a choice and headed towards the cell where they held Erik.