Natasha has trained in a wide array of arenas over her career, but Wakanda was something else. The Black Panther brought her to a sacred training arena, high in the mountain range overlooking the impenetrable forest, sitting beneath a waterfall. The fighting ring was a shallow pool with a rock face on one side and a steep drop on the other. It looked to be a natural formation and the view was stunning, and the waterfall added an element of difficulty for their training. “I thought you didn’t like outsiders in your sacred places?” She remarked as she circled the arena, her footsteps making the pool ripple.
T'Challa circled opposite her, flexing his muscles in his vibranium armor. “For you, I made an exception” he answered. Perks of being the current king, he can choose his sparring partners. “And this place isn’t sacred, simply a place of tradition. The Dora Milaje would often train with their Black Panther here.”
“So Oyoke mentioned” Nat smiled, dressed in her own uniform as they circled each other. She felt honored that T’Challa chose to invite her to his sparring arena, but she got the inkling there was a deeper motive to this invitation. That thought grew legs when the Black Panther sweeper the Black Widow’s legs from under her and sent her sprawling into the shallow water. She was quick to roll out her feet before the man could pin her down, tackling him swiftly moving into a flurry of blows and blocks as the two of them sparred fiercely. T’Challa set the rules as simply as he could, they fight until one yields (this wasn’t a death match). She noticed the Panther wasn’t pulling his punches either, his suit utilizing its kinetic energy to send her flying across the arena and nearly spiraling over the edge to the cliff. Fortunately she had her other to counterbalance it, her symbiote increasing her strength and durability to equal his. “I hope I didn’t offend you in any way your highness” she remarked after a rather punch to her jaw that sent her skidding through the water.
The man stared at her across the pool, his white eyes fixed on her like a predator. “I heard from my sister about the alien you’ve bonded to” he replied bluntly. “I wished to see its capabilities for myself.”
Nat stifled a gulp, wondering what else Shuri had told him. The man leapt at her, slashing at her with her claws which she deftly ducked under, twisting her body to drag him to the ground. She jumped on top of him and pounced onto his chest. “As you can see, we are very capable” she smiled.
“So I see” he said, crossing his arms and emitting a kinetic pulse to send her tumbling off of him. She rolled to her feet but he pounced on her, bulldozing her to the ground pinning her down. She stared up at him as he glared down at her, his helmet peeling away as the nano machines making up his suit retracted revealing his handsome dark face. “Though I wonder how you’d fare without it” he pondered.
Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking for a challenge without our suits?” She asked, her other playfully peeling her clothes away leaving her in her underwear. She stared wearing something underneath after Klaue’s sonic cannons managed to destabilize the symbiote and nearly kill it, the sound waves ripping it from her body in the middle of a fight. It was a little embarrassing winning the day alongside Tony and Steve in the nude, so she vowed to at least keep underwear on in case that happened again.
T'Challa kept his eyes respectfully on her elegant face as he smirked. He released her form the pin and had his suit peel back into the silver necklace he wore around his neck, leaving him in a tight pair of flexible briefs. Nat rose to her feet and tried not to stare at his Olympian muscles, his abs so toned they could cut glass. She felt her other purr with arousal as it gazed on him hungrily, or maybe it was her arousal she was feeling. He flexed his perfect muscles and took a fighting stance. “Show me who you are” he barked. Nat grinned, rolling her shoulders asking her other to stay out of it. She wanted to win this bout on her own.
Here in the natural wilderness, the sparring match took on a more primal element as the two half naked fighters fought each other. They grappled across the water splashing and grunting, each strike coordinated and controlled. It was refreshing fighting with someone trained so elegantly, so differently, his fighting style keeping the Russian on her toes. She gave it her all as she battled the Black Panther, the two of them building up quite the sweat as T’Challa spun her into a headlock over the waterfall. “Not bad. Most outsiders would’ve yielded by now” he remarked.
“I never yield” Nat grinned, breaking the hold and twisting into a grapple that had him hanging over the ledge with her legs around his neck. She arched her back and clung to his arm with one hand, her other gripping the rocks in case they slipped over the edge. Not that the fall would kill either of them. “You’re not too bad yourself your highness. Now why don’t we get something to drink before we go back to the Chimera?”
“You forget…I did not yield” he said, throwing himself away from the edge of the pool to roll out of Natasha’s pin. The two splashed through the pool and returned to their feet, both soaking wet and panting from exertion. They both locked eyes and smiled, returning to the fight.
“I’ve been curious” Nat said while they sparred, figuring this was as good a time as any to ask, “why do the Dora Milaje call their Black Panther beloved?”
T’Challa smirked, kicking the woman’s feet from under her and swiftly pouncing on her again, wrapping an arm around her neck as his legs wrapped around her waist. She was dragged to the floor with a grunt, pinned against his powerful chest as the man coyly whispered in her ear “because they are loyal to their King above all others. Their love for their country is absolute. And also, if you are curious…their love extends to their king on a personal level.”
“They love you?”
“Yes, without question. To the point where our training isn’t just on the battlefield.” Nat turned her head to look at him, feeling his warm breath on her skin as he whispered “Okoye didn’t tell you how the Dora Milaje are the first choice of lovers for their king? All their soldiers have the choice to to show their devotion on an intimate level. And before you ask, not all seize the opportunity. Those who turn me down are as honored and respected as the rest, maybe more so.”
“Must be nice having an entourage of lovers protecting you” Nat whispered, picturing the Dora Milaje serving the throne in one steamy orgy.
“It builds loyalty, and trust” he agreed, leaning in to caress Nat’s neck with his lips. She purred as he kissed her earlobe, whispering “as my sister can attest. It took much pressure to make her confess her sins with you and your alien friend.”
Natasha stiffened in T’Challa’s grasp, feeling his arm squeeze a little tighter around her neck. She gulped as her chest constricted. “What is the penalty for seducing the Queen Regent of Wakanda?” She asked nervously.
T’Challa released a slow breath as his hands moved to her face, cupping her cheek and turning it to face him “fortunately, as King, I have total discretion over what punishment to inflict” he told her, pressing his lips to hers.
She felt the tension in the kiss. This wasn’t going to be a passionate affair. His arm continued to constrict around her throat until she felt her airway being crushed. She waited until his lips left hers before gasping “I vote for a stay of execution” before elbowing his side. He grunted as his grip relaxed, giving Nat a chance to escape and flip out of the grapple. She hurriedly caught her breath as T’Challa rose to his feet, their eyes meeting as their sparring match took on a whole new exciting level. Natasha licked her lips and fixed her hungry eyes on her predatory judge. If he wanted to punish her for having sex with his sister, he’ll have to work for it.
The skirmish became more intense as the two half naked heroes dueled, the stakes much higher now as they dodged and parried. T’Challa demonstrated his skill, pinning Natasha’s back against the cliff-face trapping her wrists. Before she could retaliate she was kissed again, his powerful lips stunning her while his other hand reached between her thighs. She gasped as the king groped her, her hips chuckling against him as he rubbed her underwear roughly. She locked her stern gaze with him, hoping he wasn’t gentle with her. She deserved to be punished for taking advantage of the princess. He tore her panties away and shoved two fingers into her cunt, making her moan as they thrust in and out. The Panther fingered the widow vigorously, seeking to break her against the rocks. She held her nerve however, determination biting her lip as she suppressed the orgasm and slipped a hand free. She grappled him to the ground, the water splashing over them as she retaliated with a palm against his groin. She was delighted to feel a large bulge waiting for her. The two of them rolled across the arena, rubbing each other as they grappled, Natasha trying to tear the man’s pants off. He maneuvered out of her grasp though, escaping her clutches and leaping back to his feet. She sprung at him, flipping onto his shoulders wrapping her legs around his head in one of her classic moves to throw him to the ground.
He caught her in mid air however, halting her maneuver leaving her clutching his scalp. She pummeled his head as he slammed her against the rock face again, pain shooting up her spine as she stared down at the large man. She started squeezing instead, using her powerful thighs to crush him. He clung to her hips and took her by surprise however, turning his face into her groin to devour her pussy. She moaned as his skillful tongue invaded her entrance, orally fucking her while she tried to squeeze her legs tighter. Her body began to tremble as pleasure shot up her spine with each lick, her knees shaking as she hooked her ankles and clawed at his scalp. He carried on despite the nails in his skull or the crushing thighs around his head. He sucked and licked and devoured her until the Russian was whimpering, unable to hold back the climax any longer. She screamed as she orgasmed, squirting all over his face as her body tensed.
Moments later her legs sprung open involuntarily, allowing the man to draw air and drop her into a grapple which sent her sprawling onto her back. She gasped for air, still stunned by the orgasm turning her legs to jelly, unable to stop the man from pouncing onto her chest trapping her elbows under his knees. His thick erection rubbed between her breasts as he took hold of her red hair, staring down at her silently as he tilted her head towards it. She stared at the throbbing manhood in awe, her mouth salivating briefly as she submitted to her punishment; a cock shoved into her face. She wrapped her powerful lips around his penis and dutifully sucked, closing her eyes as T’Challa took hold of her head and face fucked her mercilessly. Her feet only kicked out once or twice as she swallowed him, conserving her strength as she submitted to the blowjob.
“You have proven yourself Ms Romanov” T’Challa complimented as Nat sucked his cock, taking his large shaft into the back of her throat expertly. The heart shaped herb had an added side effect of increasing the Black Panther’s libido, and the size of his cock, so only a true warrior was fabled to able to keep up with him. In T’Challa’s experience, many women in Wakanda were intimidated by his stature, but the Black Widow didn’t hesitate to take him into her mouth. He was impressed. He had wanted to test her skill for some time now, and he hadn’t been disappointed. He gripped her head and thrust into her throat faster, fucking her face watching her lips slide up and down his dick. “Bast protect us” he mumbled under his breath with pleasure.
Nat serviced the king with great skill, hands free, swirling her tongue around his tip as her head bobbed up and down. She felt his balls scrape between her breasts as his hips swung back and forth, the orbs feeling full and ready to burst. All her training in the red room taught her to see the signs, increasing the suction in her mouth while her heels carefully slipped into position. She watched him groan in arousal, his fingers curling into her hair as his hips buckled. She waited until he was approaching his peak before making her move, planting her feet and thrusting her lower half up into the air. The motion knocked the distracted Panther off balance, lifting his knees so she could yank her arms free and use them to flip the man into the water. He flopped down in surprise as she rolled out of his grasp, leaving the Panther with very blue balls. The bout wasn’t over.
The Black Panther’s retaliation was swift, leaping to his feet to tackle the Black Widow and grapple her back to the ground. They rolled and tussled, both sexually primed now as their loins ached desperately for more. It made their fight even more primal and intense as they tugged and kicked and scuffled. The pair neared the edge of the cliff, but T’Challa caught Nat’s wrist before she could slip and fall over, yanking her into a grapple which saw her pinned to the rocks with her arm behind her back and his other arm around her throat. She grunted as he put his weight on top of her, her legs kicking fruitlessly at air as he pinned her again. She felt his throbbing erection brush the small of her back and probe her backside, her pussy dripping with anticipation. “You might need one of your hands for this your highness” she whispered tauntingly.
T'Challa grinned. “You will not escape the Panther again” he growled, angling his hips without looking, trusting the spirits to guide him.
Either they had very poor aim or very good aim, because his next thrust brought his hard penis straight into Natasha’s anus making the woman squeal. He buried his erection down to the hilt inside of her, grunting as her walls squeezed him in alarm, holding her tightly as she tried to escape. Her resistance was minimal however, the aroused growl escaping her throat as he began thrusting into her ass, fucking her from behind splashing the water with his hips. He found Nat’s ass to be firm and powerful and the perfect fit for his dick, grunting like an animal as he fucked her to the finish he had been denied. He didn’t bother warning her, thought she knew it was coming by how his cock pulsed before he ejaculated into her ass pumping her full of his cum.
She groaned hungrily, feeling his semen spill into her intestines as he emptied his load inside her. It was such a good feeling her toes curled and she squirted into the pool as a reflex. She had stopped trying to pull out of his grasp and collapsed into his arms panting. He slumped on top of her, his grip loosening to support his weight. She didn’t scurry away, she stayed where she was and caught her breath, relishing his warm breath against the back of her neck. “Yebat” she sighed in a heavy accent. “I envy your Dora Milaje.”
“You would fit in wheel with them” T’Challa praised, kissing her shoulder. After a moment of silence he quietly said “my sister is old enough to chose her own lovers. I cannot stop her from seeing who she chooses. But if it makes a difference, you have my blessing. Just know, if she is hurt, Wakanda will have her vengeance.”
Nat smiled. Shuri had her own claws, but big brother has to do his thing. It was a sweet sentiment. “Next time maybe both panthers can keep me company” she suggested. “I wouldn’t mind sparring with you again” she said, looking over her shoulder.
T’Challa smirked, lifting himself to his elbows as she twisted around to lie on her back and gaze up at him. “I think it would be an honor to entertain you in the future” he agreed, leaning down to kiss her.
Nat kissed him back, running her legs up his thighs as her arms looped around his shoulders. “I hope you don’t get into trouble for having sex with an outsider” she teased.
“As King, I can choose my lovers too” he grinned.
They smirked and made out together, his lips moving down her neck to her chest to pleasure her breasts as she rolled her head back with a moan. She gazed out at the view, the sun setting over the horizon. “That is a gorgeous view” she said.
“It certainly is” T’Challa smiled, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous woman in front of him.
Nat noticed his admiration and smirked, hooking her finger beneath his chin to kiss him. She felt his erection rub her navel and trembled, anticipation rising in her stomach. “We should take this back to the Chimera” Nat suggested.
“Or we could finish this at my palace” the king countered. Nat shrugged, as long as they were comfortable. However both of them had grown accustomed to this shallow pool, neither in a rush to leave. T’Challa ran his hands over her naked body and pondered suspiciously “how much resistance did you really offer in that fight?”
Nay raised an eyebrow before deftly hooking her leg under his knee and flipping him onto his back. “Maybe I was holding back a little” she admitted, mounting the Black Panther guiding his stiff prick into her moist pussy. She sighed as she slide onto him, her hands falling to his muscular chest as he stared up at her. “If I wanted to win, you’d know about it” she promised, leaning down planting a seductive kiss on his laps as he began riding him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, sucking on her nipples making her moan as they fucked against the sunset, concluding they both won this fight tonight and there was plenty of time for a rematch.
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