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There was a large tree hidden on a small isle that was kept relatively safe from the modern world. Being that it was too hard to find, too hard to get to, and even if you managed to get to the isle, it was much too dense with nature to navigate through. Namor had none of those worries and would visit when he wanted to. 

He first found it as a boy, sneaking off from his mother’s lesson to fly through the skies unbothered. The large tree was at the center, where he would rest under its branches for a few hours before flying home. There were twisting vines of honeysuckle that wrapped around it that were mouthwateringly fragrant.

Namor would take a few of the blooms and pull out the stems to lick the small bits of nectar as a small treat before finally going back to Talokan. His mother, after reprimanding the young God king, would tell him how lovely he would smell. The strong scent of honeysuckle following him even after being submerged in the ocean. 

When he got older, he spent less and less time on the isle with the secluded tree, his duties mounting daily…and then his mother died and he stopped altogether. 

It was over a century later when he thought of the tree again. 

Namor was tired, weary, and he needed a break from his duties. His people were everything to him, but he needed, at the very least, a day to himself. 

“At least take someone with you.” Namora had been one of the ones to protest him leaving on his own. She was extremely protective over her God King and would have followed him if he hadn’t forbidden her. 

“I will only be gone a day. Nothing to trouble yourself over.” He reached to Namora to place his forehead affectionately against hers in an attempt to calm her. 

“But where will you go, Aj K’ul’kulkan?” Attuma asked, curious but not bothered by Namor’s leaving. Namor was their strongest protector, he would be fine on his own. 

The clear image of the tree branches swaying above him and the memory of how the honeysuckle had smelled suddenly hit Namor, prompting him to say, “I will be visiting an old friend.” 

Both Namora and Attuma looked at the other in confusion. 

The trip was surprisingly short as compared to his memory. It filled Namor with warmth to see the tree looking just as it did all those years ago, dotted with the thousands of honeysuckle blooms and just as fragrant. 

He landed near the base of it, its large gnarled roots peeking out from the ground before diving back into the earth below. It was large enough that it would take a few minutes to walk around. Namor placed his palm flat on the trunk, dragging his hand along the surface as he walked around it. 

There was a comfortable patch of moss that Namor figured would be a nice place to relax, so he took off his cloak to place on the ground before laying down. Watching the large branches sway above him, dozens of different types of animals chittering and chirping at a distance. He inhaled the scent of the flowers and felt instantly relaxed, although not fully. His body still felt a bit tense, but more relaxed then he had felt in years. 

Namor reached up and plucked a few of the flowers and chuckled to himself as he carefully broke them apart to get to the nectar. The taste was just as he had remembered too. An herbal honeyed sweetness that coated the tongue.  

It felt rewarding for his childhood memories to sync with the present, knowing all too well how rare that could be. 

Wanting another treat before he took a nap, he grabbed at a few more honeysuckles, but as soon as his fingers sifted through the soft petals, something dislodged from the vines and leaves and plummeted. Namor quickly caught it in his hand, sitting up against the trunk to get a better look. 

Oh! 

His eyes widened at the sight. This was not a plant or flower… This was a she. About the length of his hand lay a small petite looking woman, and she was apparently dead asleep. She took a deep breath in, stretched, and then snuggled closer to his thumb. Wrapping her thin arms around the appendage. The fall had not roused her in the slightest.  

Is she a type of Alux?

Her skin was a dark brown, covered with a green and white filigree like markings that decorated her body and covered her most intimate places. Although ‘cover’ would be using the word lightly. Her hair was the same shade of green, done up in an elaborate looking bun. 

And the most fascinating of all…her wings. Small and delicate, a pearl white that was nearly see through and shimmered in the sunlight.   Namor realized that the green and white coloring matched the exact colors of the Honeysuckle she had just fallen from. Curious, he carefully cupped his hand around her body and brought her close to his nose so he could inhale deeply. 

The small creature smelled exactly like the flowers, but there was something heavier intertwined with her scent. He felt his skin tingle with a flash of heat that made him shake his head in confusion. What was-?  

She began to stir in his hand, letting out a small, very cute, yawn. He tilted his head to get a better look at her and the movement had instantly gotten her attention. She blinked her pretty little eyes open, staring at him with sleepy confusion…and then promptly shrieked. 

“Please don't eat me!” She threw up her arms, bracing herself to be apparently eaten. 

Namor could only chuckle. “I promise I won’t. I have no interest in doing so, lovely one.” 

At the compliment her brows shot up and she practically preened, her wings fluttering softly behind her. “Well then why did you pluck me from where I was sleeping?”  

“You fell on me.” 

“I-I do not fall .”  She crossed her arms stubbornly and stamped her foot, looking suddenly insulted. 

He brought his hand closer to his face. Her anger was amusing. “I am not one to lie.” 

“Well there was no way I- Oh!” The small woman opened her wings wide, roughly matching the length of her body, and flew out of his hand and closer to his face. She touched the jade septum piercing, before zooming to his ear spools to inspect them as well. “What are these made out of?” 

Namor tried to turn his head to track her movement, but she kept flying away to get a better look at his jewelry and adornments. When she had gotten close to his nose he had gotten another intoxicating whiff of her scent. Heat trickled uncomfortably down his spine. “They are made of jade.” 

“And these?” She flew down to his many necklaces, grabbing one pearl and lifting up the whole strand. It was the size of a pitz ball in her small hands. 

“Pearls.” He watched as she flew back a few inches from him to further inspect him, diving to his ankles when she found his wings. Her curiosity was endearing. Namor shivered at the touch of her small hands, gently stroking through the feathers in awe. “Do you have a name I can call you by?” 

She abruptly stopped what she was doing and looked up at him shyly. “Shuri.” 

“I see…well Shuri, my people call me K’u’kulkan.” 

Shuri tilted her head at him curiously. She flew up to land on his bent knee to get a closer look at him. “Do you have a name though?” 

Namor blinked in surprise at her question. “My name?” 

“Well…you said your people call you K’uk’ulkan. That sounds like a title not a name.” 

“You are quite clever.” He leaned closer to her, using his index finger to gently touch the back of her arm. 

She beamed up at him with a smile that was dazzling, her wings fluttering again. And then she got distracted again. “Oh!” Shuri zoomed back to his ears, apparently not having noticed how they were shaped when she was inspecting the ear spools. 

His breath caught when her fingers brushed along the edge, letting out a small hiss when she reached the pointed part of his ear. Namor’s skin flushed embarrassingly hot from her small attentions. “Careful.” He warned. 

“I’m sorry!” Shuri flew back in front of his face. “Did I hurt you?” 

“N-no. They are just-” He let out a cough, feeling ridiculous and instead changed the subject. Holding out his hand for her to land on. “My name is…Ch’ah…” 

“Hmm…Ch’ah.” She settled her wings to drape around her like a cloak of shear fabric, her body still visible through them. Shuri bit her lip, looking a little shy, her eyes roaming his face as he studied her back. “I like it.” 

Slowly reaching with his free hand towards her, he asked in a soft murmur, “May I?” His fingers had a slight tremble to them when she nodded her head and she unfurled her wings for him to touch. Namor skated his fingers along the petal soft edge of her wings, his mind stuttering when he heard the small gasp she let out when he touched her. He swallowed thickly and tried to focus on something that was…safe. “Your coloring matches the flowers.” 

“Oh! I can change my look to match my surroundings. For example,” The filigree changed into a deeper green that matched his shorts, her wings a tanned cream color to match his cloak, and lastly her hair a rich black brown to match his hair. She placed her hands on her hips and swayed to and fro to show off with a giggle. “Ta da!”  

He let out a low hum, impressed, and slid his finger along her hair. “You must have a…neutral state then?”

Shuri looked suddenly shy again, steepling her fingers together nervously, but she nodded and the colors melted away to reveal what her normal colors looked like. Her filigree, hair, and wings were now a bright pearlescent silver that practically glowed against the contrast of her dark skin. She looked up at him expectantly and a warmth bloomed through his chest. 

Namor slid his finger down her arm to place her hand to set atop his index finger. “Lovely.” She giggled delightedly and Namor was encouraged to study her further. His fingers rubbed along her wings, arms, and hair. Tracing along the silver lines. She really is lovely. He thought as he followed the curve of her hip with his fingers. 

He realized she had gone quiet, her breath getting more uneven…and the lines of her filigree that covered her was beginning to… shrink . 

Interesting. 

Namor rubbed her cheek with the back of his knuckle and she leaned into his touch, before he dragged his finger down the middle of her breasts to her stomach. Watching as the lines went all but nonexistent, leaving only things swipes of silver dusting her skin to reveal her completely. Shuri let out a surprised gasp and looked up at him wide eyed. 

The strong scent of earthy honeysuckle hit him again and Namor’s mouth watered. A heat that had been steadily growing low in his abdomen spiking. Watching her with half lidded eyes, Namor gently pushed her down to sit on his palm and ran his fingers along her thighs to open them wider apart. He brought his finger up to rub at her small breasts, feeling how hard her nipples already were, then back down to her bare pussy that was already glistening her obvious desire. 

“Does this feel pleasurable?” He asked, his voice rough with want. 

Shuri gasped and trembled under his touch, keening when his finger touched between her legs. “ Y-yesss but but–” She grabbed onto his finger with a loud moan as he rubbed her softly, the pad of his finger covering her pussy.  

He marveled at how wet she already was, practically covering his finger with her slick, the scent of her even stronger now. Namor licked his lips. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”

“Y-you said you wouldn't eat me!” Shuri groaned out, having a hard time looking panicked as he continued to touch her. Her thighs tighten around his finger, clutching to him but not pushing him away. 

“Hmm…”

Eat? 

Namor brought his finger away from her, seeing just how wet of a mess she had made it. With a quick look between her and the tempting drop on his skin, his mind was made up. “Just a taste.”  His hunger no longer able to be denied, he brought the bit of moisture closer to his lips. 

“W-wait!” 

Her words came too late, not that they would have mattered, as he sucked the taste of her off of his finger. That single drop reverberated through him with a quickness that knocked the air out of him. Fanning the flame of his hunger even higher.  

Without another word, Namor gently held her waist between thumb and forefinger to keep her still and brought his mouth to the source that he desperately craved. Her protests died when the flat of his tongue stroked between her thighs, the wet heat encompassing her cunt and clit completely that her head fell back with a choked moan. 

Even with being so small, Shuri’s moans were extremely loud. She called out his name, asking for more as she wantonly moved her hips in time with the strokes of his tongue. Switching between telling him to wait and telling him to keep going. 

The taste of her was simply divine, and Namor couldn’t stop licking her weeping core. Her voice only making his need worse. He watched as she covered her face, her mouth slack jawed as she continued to wail out her pleasure, her skin glistening from the exertion. 

Everything . Everything about her was intoxicating. Her loveliness, her pleasure soaked voice, her curiosity, her scent…and her taste. 

Namor groaned out in ecstasy when she finally came and came and came. Her taste coated his tongue completely and he swallowed. It was an earthy, herbal honeyed nectar that he would have been happy to drown himself.  

However something searing followed her flavor, leaving him feeling impossibly hot and his cock straining painfully aroused against the fabric of his shorts. He quickly brought down the hand that wasn't holding her, and shifted out of his shorts to let himself free. The air felt too humid around him with the sudden need of his own release, so he took himself in hand and began to stroke from base to tip. A frantic pace that felt good but did little to ease the pleasure.

It was like he was already on the verge of his own orgasm, but it would keep eluding him. He cursed out pitifully, an embarrassing wine edging his voice, but he didn’t stop moving his hand. 

Shuri, who had been trying to catch her breath in the safety of his cupped hand, watched him with keen interest. She slowly moved to stand, then clumsily flew down to his exposed waist. Her small hands came up to stop his, and he let out a painful groan as he followed her silent instruction. “I told you to wait.” She admonished him. “I’m poisonous to humans.” 

“I’m not human.” He let out a soft gasp as she straddled her legs around the girth of his cock, feeling as if her heat had completely engulfed him. Shuri’s hands rubbed along the head of his length, kissing and licking him with the same curiosity she had shown earlier when she was inspecting his jewels. 

“You're still a man though.” And then she began grinding herself against him, continuing her gentle exploration of hands and mouth. It was now his turn to pathetically groan out as he felt her slick body bringing him more pleasure then his hand ever could. 

He couldn’t quite understand it, and in reality he didn’t care. It was like he was inside of her, if she were the size of a normal woman, riding him for all she was worth and leaving him in a pitiful state. Namor watched her in fascination, his own hands useless at this point as she slid her body along his sensitive cock. He could feel the hardness of her nipples, the slick of her sex, the strength of her limbs. 

Technically speaking, she wasn’t creating that much friction, so he didn’t believe he would be able to reach completion this way. But the second she arched her back, her second orgasm hitting her strongly and soaking him, he followed milliseconds afterwards. 

His pleasure ripped out of him with a shock and he quickly gripped himself, trapping her waist between his thumb and the base of his cock. Namor stroked to ride out his orgasm, his cum dripping down his hand and onto her body as he rung himself out completely. 

She hummed delightedly and licked at her hands, this time getting her turn to taste him. His thumb brushed down her back affectionately, going over the curve of her backside and causing her to giggle. 

Namor wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but he found a small pool of water first to clean the two of them off. He stuck his head into the water to take a deep fortifying breath and then took them both back to the spot they had been occupying. 

A deep, boneless exhaustion filled him, completely relaxing all tension in his body. Now, he was the most relaxed he had been in years. He allowed himself to sink into the moss, his back resting low on the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes. 

Shuri had found a spot on his neck to curl up against, nuzzling her face into his skin. He hummed and reached up to stroke her gently. “Ch’ah?” She whispered, but his ears caught the sound easily. 

Namor shifted to pluck her from his neck, holding her infront of his face to give her his whole attention. She gestured for him to get closer and when he obliged she leaned forward and gave him the smallest kiss he had ever received in his long life.  

“You’ll be back to visit me right?” 

The God King grinned at this, bringing her to his cheek to nuzzle her affectionately. She was going to learn the hard way how obsessive a person he could be. He took a deep breath of her honeysuckle scent. “Of course.”