No social interactions with anyone, besides the Dora's for months, its going to take more than that to break me.

I'm expecting them, and imagine my surprise when Noa enters with Lurch.

Madam Slay... befitting but she'll always be Noa to me. She left the village, returning late, I tried to wait up for her.

"Where did you go last night?"

"To kill Lethu."

Her respond, throws me.

"He's dead?"

"Yes."

"Why would you do that?"

"He knew of this place."

"So does your mother and father."

"We won't betray her." Says her mother, coming into the room, Preyy on her heels.

"Preyy!"

Standing on his hind legs, his massive arms circle my neck in a hug.

"Ugh..." I state, his tongue making contact with my face.

"Down Preyy." Commands Noa.

Obeying he goes to her, licking her hand.

"Noa is hell bent on..."

"It's Madam Slay."

"That's not the damn name that I gave you. If you want to be some type of supervillian, fine... just don't do it here. Wakanda isn't going to be a battleground, for your revenge."

I'm quiet, waiting for Noa to say something... anything...

"You're making outsiders look bad." She adds.

The light in her eyes dull, filling with rage, and quickly subduing her, a twist of her wrist causes her to drop the knife.

Preyy, snarls... coming to his mistresses aid, and her mother backs away.

"You would kill me too, huh... Is this what you've become?"

"This is Ramonda's and your creation." She responds, pushing me off of her.

"I did see happiness with him, but I also saw your plotting, your plan backfired. So now, I'm making my own plans."

"Little girl, you don't know what you're playing at. You can't change your destiny."

"No, but I can tweak it... just a lil bit."

I don't know what they were talking about, destiny's and plots... but the mother's sent away with a warning to never return.

I would think that she'd be afraid to venture back into the woods, but leading us through it to a cave, her strides are confident, an annoying sound coming from within her throat.

"Could you not do that?"

One final sound, with an attitude before she goes quiet. Leopards of all shapes and sizes come forth,

"Did you do this?"

Her smile drops, when the sound of gunshots ring out loudly in the forest.

Following her, her speed increases, Mute falls behind, as my speed accelerates to keep pace wih her.

Two poachers...

Seething with rage, a knife's thrown at one, the other raising his gun receives a stab to the throat, and another to the heart.

His body dropping lifeless to the ground, she finishes off the other. One dead leopard, the other struggling to breathe... holding it in her arms, one fatal stab and the body stills.

Mute finally catching up to us, she's still holding the dead leopard in her arms. I'm unsure of what to make of this, I want to go to her... this new transformation is eerie.

Lifting her, he has to wrangle the animal from her clutches.

Navigating the cave, its dark, a drainage of water running through it. Rooms sectioned off, I find one to bed down in for the night.

Some type of gyser, a hole in tne floor, the water's clear and warm, when I step into it. The candles softly burning, the therapeutic warmth relaxes me.

The stress leaving my body, my thoughts drift back to her, of us... that night in the hall.

Her warmth... her walls gripping my rod, I maintain a steady pace. Letting her lead, her nails lightly scraping my back, her downtempo, allowing me to preserve my stamina.

The sound of something entering the water, my eyes open to Noa, testing the water. Her robe quietly dropping to the floor... Mahogany skin tone, full breasts, sinking into the water.

Straddling my lap, my hands circling her waist, I have to taste her soft skin. A light floral scent prevading my senses, her body trembles with every strategically placed kiss.

Slowly teasing each nipple, a mumur of approval from her, as she slowly slides down my length. Gripping her hips, as she rides, hard, quick strokes.

Her lips hungrily seeking mines, my fingers entagled in her hair, I pull her head back, burying my face between her breasts.

Lips parted, she rides harder... releasing her, the intensity of her bucking, her half lidded gaze, soft moans of pleasure... is almost my undoing.

"Noa..."

My body tensing, my sack tightening...

"Noa.. stop..."

My demands only inspires her recklessness... her moans become louder, as my fingers constrict her breathing.

Sliding up and down my shaft, I can't hold back any longer... through gritted teeth, my cum shoots hot and quick into her essence.

Her body quaking with her release, a low moan escapes her lips. Holding her still, until the sensitivity subsides, she reawakens my need for her.

Slowly grinding her hips, as her tongue seeks mine.

"I love you."

Her response, is a small smile, as we settle into the second round.