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Hansol (Vernon) 🐢

Chill boy wants to date someone laid back like himself. He cares about your opinion when it comes to his raps in particular. He wants constructive criticism but like...don't hurt his feelings. He loves spending just watching shows with you and cuddling. It's one of his favorite past times with you. You two joke a lot and have tons of inside jokes that don't seem funny from an outsider's perspective.

Sobbing because I just had to get the fucking Aquarius 🥹 but in all reality he fits my vibe. My aroace ass needs a partner who is laid back. And uhhh, I only find Vernon attractive when he raps 😮‍💨

KING JADE/KING HENNESSY/SUB!ERIK

Erik sat in the emerald green throne chair of Hennessy’s bedroom, feet propped up on her desk. He’d just finished his nightly workout, and his studded chest shined with sweat. The Gatorade Hennessy had waiting for him was gone in 2 big gulps, a sign that he’d pushed himself hard. She stared as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down like an egg caught in his throat. There was a small hole in the toe of his sock exposing his glossy toenail painted with clear polish done by Hennessy's hand. She chuckled softly to herself at the memory of the night he let her do it.

“What’s so funny, lil girl?”

“Oh nothing,” she lied with a smile.

“That typically means it's something.”

“Does it really?” she asked, still feigning ignorance. He pulled her onto his lap kissing her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am,” he answered in between soft kisses to her skin.

“Well maybe this time is different,” she replied between her mewls.

“Connerie,” was his response as he traded the soft kisses for slightly rougher nibbles to her skin.

“Waaaait,” she whined. “I thought I was supposed to be giving you a massage.”

“Massage me then, Princess. What oil you using?”

“Homie whipped up some homemade shea butter. It’ll leave you feeling softer than a baby’s ass, braille bumps and all,” she giggled. He replied with a rough smack to her ass.

“Keep talking shit ma,” he threatened, his Oakland twang creeping out a bit. Hennessy stood to retrieve the shea butter smoothing it into his skin with deliberate motions. He let his eyes fall closed, allowing himself to fully enjoy his wife’s strong yet gentle small hands as they relaxed the kinks in his weary bones. She used her knuckles to knead the skin of his shoulder blades and spine then used her finger tips to massage his neck and temples. When she was done, she fell back onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Daka,” she cooed as her fresh set of coffin nails found their way into his scalp.

“Princess?”

“I have a question.”

“And I may have an answer.” She smirked, letting a finger snake its way into his Cuban link chain.

“What would happen if I did this?” She slid out of his lap and turned to face him. She let her hand travel up his stomach to his sternum and finally to the chain that rested snuggly against his chest. He watched as she grabbed ahold and twisted so that it choked him ever so slightly. His eyes grew wide as he stared up at her, his top teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip. His grip tightened on her hips as she twisted the chain even more.

“I don’t think those were words, Daddy.” He hissed softly, his eyes darkening with lust as he stared up at her.

“Fuck Auré. You teasing me,” he moaned.

“How? I just asked a question that I’m still waiting patiently for the answer to,” she responded with a giggle, still maintaining her grip on his chain.

“Am I intruding?” Charlie called from the doorway of the bedroom.

“Daddy’s being mean. I asked him a simple question, but he’s ignoring me.”

“Well that’s rude of you, N’Jadaka. Answer the little nugget.” She entered the grand room and approached the duo, her observations clueing her in to what was happening. “Well isn't this something. Don't mind me.” She took a seat on the desk next to Erik's feet to watch.

He bit his lip again, knowing that there wouldn’t be an easy way out of this.

“It turns me on,” he moaned softly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Hennessy asked, twisting the chain once more. Erik’s hips began involuntary jerking, slowly thrusting upward. His eyes bucked again, a silent plea for her to not make him repeat what he had just said, but he knew better. King Hennessy wasn’t one to go easy, especially when it came to the brattiest brat in The Kompound.

“Oh my,” Charlie grinned leaning forward to watch. He was forgetting himself. That massage must have truly worked wonders.

“Say it again, my love,” Hennessy coaxed with soft strokes to his cheeks.

“It turns me on,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“Aww Daddy Brat has a choking kink,” Charlie teased and she ran the heel of her YSL pump up and down his inner thigh. “Why.. does it turn you on, N'Jadaka? You've neglected to share that part. Is it the feeling of her fingers pressing and twisting the cool chain so that it winds and tightens, squeezing your neck so tightly that you lose your breath? Is that it? Do you like the feeling of losing control? Knowing your very life is in the hands of one of the brats you discipline?”

“Fuck,” was all he could say in response as his dark eyes bounced between his wives.

“Is your neck phallic representation? Are you imagining how tightly that meat stick between your twitching thighs could be squeezed? By those soft, small hands nonetheless. So feminine. So powerful. Address her by her title, N'Jadaka.”

“Yes, King Jade.”

Charlie slid her heel to the seat of his pants and applied mild pressure. “Don't look at me. Look at her. What is her name?”

“K-King H-Hennessy,” he groaned. If there was some sort of euphoric purgatory between Earth and the Ancestral Plane, Erik was there.

“Tighter,” Charlie requested and Hennessy happily obliged, applying more pressure to her husband’s thick neck.

“This is what you do to us, N’Jadaka. You toy with our bodies and minds in whatever way you see fit until we’re putty in those stubby fingers of yours. How does it feel for the shoe to be on the other foot?”

If he were in the presence of anyone else, there was no way in hell Erik would be whimpering and moaning the way he was, but because this was a side of him that only his first, fourth, and seventh wife could bring out of him, he relished it.

“I love it,” he smiled.

“Words of a masochist,” Charlie said retracting her foot only to have Erik grab her by the calf, putting it back.

“I'd like to try something. May I,” Charlie asked Hennessy before she made a move. Standing from the desk, she pushed Erik's feet down to the floor and straddled his lap, grabbing the Cuban link chain from Hennessy and twisting it tightly causing his chin to raise.

“Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” she teased scratching the fingernails of her free hand down his bumpy chest and down his stomach into the band of his briefs. She squeezed him there with equal tightness biting and tugging on his bottom lip before releasing all three at once and returning to her spot on the desk. Erik whined pitifully when she left his lap.

“That's all. You kids have fun. I'll watch,” she grinned staring Erik down. He was panting like a dog in heat. Well technically, he was a dog in heat. His hardened member throbbed in his pants while his wives taunted him. Hennessy regained possession of the Cuban, twisting it around her hand while whispering the filthiest things in his ear in French. Charlie watched with a smirk, recording the entire ordeal for research purposes. It was a solid look into the thoughts and inner workings of a known sadist moonlighting secretly as a masochist. This was a private piece of his identity and a face he never revealed to the world.. and now it was on camera in Charlie's gallery. She hummed chipperly.

“Judging by that growing wet spot in ya pants, I think you’ve got something to ask me, N’Jadaka,” Hennessy quipped as she released her hold on the necklace before tightening it again.

“M-May I cum King Hennessy?”

“Cum? Already? We’re just getting started, Daddy.”

“N'Jadaka. Have you ever been waterboarded?” Charlie noted Erik's thrown expression. “I'm thinking of creating our own version of that. Wouldn't it be better if you were smothered by vagina rather than a shirt? Drowned by Hennessy rather than water?” His expression changed to something a bit more excited. Hennessy’s eyes shined with mischief the more Charlie spoke.

“Whatchu tryna do, wifey?” the small princess questioned.

“I'm trying to see you smother our lovely husband with that dangerous cooch of yours, but don't remove the panties. Let him suffer. Henny smiled a devious smile as she hoisted herself onto her husband’s lap and then up to his face. She gripped his dreads with both hands as she guided his head between her legs, allowing the soft satin of her panties to caress his face.

“Gahdamn,” he groaned, his nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“No one gave you permission to speak, N’Jadaka. Smother him so he can't breathe let alone speak,” Charlie goaded admiring the view.

“Yes King Jade,” Henny obeyed, pushing their husband’s face deeper between her plump thighs. The feeling was unlike anything Henny had ever imagined. The soft satin coupled with the warmth of his skin and breath had her dripping, leaving slick snail-like trails along his cheeks.

“Permission to touch you, King?” Erik called out, his voice muffled by his wife’s vagina.

“Permission denied,” Hennessy moaned, causing Erik to whimper as his nails dug deeper into the arms of the chair.

“Ooh the Jaguar about to come out,” Charlie teased before giving further instructions.

“You’ve got 5 minutes to make her cum without using your hands and tongue. Get creative. I need to see this, I might learn something,” Charlie said zooming in on the footage. He blew his lips like a raspberry making a noise that sounded like a propeller. It seemed to work because Hennessy reacted. She rolled her hips, pushing his face even further between her legs. She was now using his nose as a clit stimulator and boy was it doing the trick.

“1 minute,” Charlie announced as she moved to get closer. She wanted to capture it all, right down to Hennessy’s love faces. The tiny princess’ body went into overdrive, jerking and spazzing until her release coated the seat of her panties and the tip of his nose.

“Do over. I can beat that time,” Erik pleaded, keeping his hands down.

“Not tonight, Daddy. I have other plans for us,” Hennessy murmured softly draping her arms around N'Jadaka's neck. Lovey dovey mode was back in effect.

“Welp, that's my cue. I have some online reading to do. I shall see you two in the morning.” Charlie stood and made her way to the door as Hennessy and Erik continued nibbling on each other's lips, caught up. The next round would occur behind closed doors.

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King Jade Chronicles

The random encounters of Dom Charlie & Sub Erik.

TEASE

FRUSTRATE

FLAVOR

ADVENTURE

MAMA'S BIG BOY

Another King Hennessy x Sub!Erik fic. A continuation of this fic by @lovemecharlie.

“Hennessyyyyy,” Charlie’s voice sang through the princess’s earpods.

“What’s good, Cha-Cha?” she asked as she placed her belongings down in the lavish presidential suite.

“Excuse me, who?” Charlie asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, King Jade?” Henny corrected, slowly stripping out of her So Kates and business attire. She had been in Amsterdam for the last 3 weeks meeting with government officials about potential locations for a new dispensary. So far, the prime location was a spot downtown, right along the route of one of the most popular marijuana tours.

“That’s more like it. Listen I’m going to do some shopping, but I have an assignment for you.”

“Anything for you, King Jade.”

“Good girl. Now I need you to go run yourself a nice hot bath, grab a bottle of bubbly and FaceTime our husband in approximately 30 minutes.”

“Ummm ok,” Hennessy responded, not exactly sure where Charlie was going with this.

“Good girl, talk to you soon. Love you!” With that Charlie ended the call and Hennessy went to do as she was told.

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CJ: Little Bratty Bast..

B: What’s good?

CJ: Go to my room and set Erik’s phone up on my desk. Henny will be facetiming him soon.

B: Why can’t he do it himself?

CJ: He’s a little tied up at the moment.

Bastion made the short trip to Charlie’s room and cackled at the sight before her. Erik was still bound in the Wakandan salute, dick standing at attention.

“See I would untie you, but Charlie told me to leave you this way,” she taunted as she wiggled his phone from his pocket and propped it up on the desk.

“All y’all got jokes I see. We’ll see who’s laughing when a nigga gets free,” he growled, causing her pussy to clench with excitement. Almost on cue, Henny’s round face popped up on the screen. Bast quickly answered the call before he mouth got her into any more trouble. She was still recovering from the adventure she and King Hennessy had in the weeks prior and although deliciously tempting, she didn’t think she was ready for a round with the Queen Brat and Daddy at the same time.

“Well hello there gorgeous,” Bastion called as she caught sight of Henny’s bubble covered body. Hennessy sat up from her relaxed position in the large jacuzzi tub at the sight of her partner in crime.

“Hey babygirl, where’s Daddy?”

“He’s a little tied up,” Bast teased again as she stepped offscreen. She pushed the chair closer to the desk so that the two could see each other better. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” she called over her shoulder as she exited. A sly smile crept across Hennessy’s face as the realization of what Charlie wanted her to do became clear. She wanted her to put on a show for the King Brat, and lucky for him, she was in the mood to perform. She grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass.

“Looks like someone’s been a bad boy while I’ve been away.”

“N-No I haven’t,” he lied, not wanting to be tortured for the second time today.

“I think you have, that’s the only reason Jade would leave you like this. You just won’t learn, will you N’Jadaka?”

“I’m sorry King Hennessy.”

“No you’re not, but you will be by the time I’m done with you.”

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It had been 3 weeks, 504 hours, and 30,240 minutes since Erik had seen the sun-kissed beauty that was currently invading his thoughts. Though he wasn’t counting. She sat with her back against the wall of the tub, her most intimate areas covered only by bubbles. She placed her cellphone in the wall mounted docking station before grabbed the bottle of champagne again, this time pouring some on herself rather than in her now empty glass.

“Does Daddy miss Mama?” she asked, her voice low and seductive just how he liked it. He let out a soft whimper as his dick began twitching in response.

“Yes King Hennessy. Daddy misses you so fucking much.” She moaned softly at his admission as her hands slowly began to roam her body. She fondled her hefty breasts, leaning down to flick her tongue over her nipple, a feat that always made his knees weak. She alternated between slow and fast licks to each nipple, sucking the liquid off with a loud pop.

“Mama misses Daddy too. Amsterdam is so much more fun with you here.” Her voice was now an innocent whimper. He bit his lip as he watched her. She had moved to sit up on her knees, her hand traveling lower until it reached the apex of her thighs. She began rubbing slow circles on her clit, making eye contact with him through the screen. He couldn’t believe it. She was the only woman alive that could make him cum without touching him at all. He could feel the precum dripping down his throbbing shaft.

“Gahdamn,” he whispered softly, wanting desperately to free at least one of his hands so he could relieve the pressure that was building. She was now on all fours, body bent into that deadly arch that had almost made him a father on several occasions before the twins came along. She poured more champagne on her plump backside, sending a sly grin to Erik through the screen. She reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself once again.

“I wish you were here, Daddy. I miss the way your hands feel rubbing my body. I miss the way your lips feel kissing me, and I especially miss the way your tongue feels when you --”

Before she could continue the phone went black and the red battery indicator began flashing.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” he growled.

Charlie sat in her car, having watched the entire scene play out from the surveillance feed.

“That’s what happens when you be bad, Daddy.”

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“Hello, Welcome to the Oakland branch of the Wakandan Outreach Center. How may I assist you?” spoke Nia, Erik’s newest executive assistant.

“I need to speak with Prince N’Jadaka if he’s available.”

“He’s in a meeting at the moment, but should be wrapping up pretty soon.”

“Would it be a problem if I waited for him in his office?” Hennessy inquired, tossing her long locs over to one shoulder. The glorified secretary hesitated for a minute before continuing.

“Umm, I-I don’t think Mrs. Stevens-Udaku would take too kindly to someone being in his office dressed in such a manner.” Hennessy’s loud laugh resembled that of her husband’s as she cackled at the young woman’s choice of words. She knew that Nia was referring to Angel, the creole firecracker that often visited their husband when he was on his lunch break.

“Nia, darling there are 11 Mrs. Stevens-Udaku’s, and I happen to be the first on the roster,” Henny explained.

“O-Oh! Forgive me, Princess. You just don’t look —”

“Quit while you’re ahead, young one,” a deep voice boomed from behind the desk. Suddenly a large man dressed in the finest Wakandan fur appeared from the shadows.

“Princess,” he spoke as he looked down at her, amusement evident.

“Lord M’Baku,” Hennessy spoke.

“Does Prince N’Jadaka know you’re here, dressed like… this,” he inquired taking in her appearance.

“He does not and you won’t open your gorilla mouth to him about it either,” she replied, turning away from the large man.

“Don’t hurt him too bad, Princess,” he called behind her, chuckling to himself as her soft giggle reached his ears. With a flip of her long locs, the young woman made her way to the Prince’s office, gaining more than a few stares from the other employees. The whispering grew louder as she sauntered into the Prince’s office and closed the door behind her. This little visit was about to be interesting.

By the time the meeting was over, the entire center was abuzz about the mysterious woman in green. Erik only shook his head as he overheard the conversations, not knowing that the mystery woman belonged to him.

“Man I wanna be like you when I grow up, E,” Christian, a young computer engineer, spoke.

“What you talking about Chris?” Erik questioned.

“You got fine ass bitches doing freaky deaky pop-ups to ya office.” Erik raised an eyebrow in amusement. He’d spoken with all of his wives at some point in the day and neither of them had mentioned stopping by.

“I’m married, young buck. Ain’t nobody popping up to my office.”

“Lie again,” Natalia, T’Challa’s assistant called out. “She’s in there now, dressed like she just left the pole.”

Erik was definitely intrigued now. Maybe it was Josephine. This type of thing was right up her alley… or possibly Bastion.

“What she look like?” He asked, adjusting his tie. Christian was quick to answer.

“She short, thick as fuck and she got black and green dreads.” Erik stopped him mid-sentence.

“She got scars like me?”

“Yes,” Natalia responded. Now he was pissed. Hennessy was still on her bullshit. It wasn’t like her to show up unannounced and she damn sure knew better than to show up wearing anything that showed off what belonged to him.

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The sounds of Dej Loaf’s Me, You, and Hennessy reached Charlie’s ears just as her client was leaving.

“Wassup Thicc Mama?” Charlie called as she answered the Facetime call.

“You said call you when I made it to his office. Well, I’m here. His assistant said that he was in a meeting so I’m waiting for him.”

“Good. He’ll never know what hit him. And like I told you before, make him fuck you.”

“Oh I will, and you’ll be right here with me watching it all play out,” Hennessy stated as she placed her phone in the African-printed cupholder beside her. Her phone case blended effortlessly with the intricate designs of the cup, a gift from Shuri the last time she visited.

“Mute your phone, I can hear his voice in the hallway.”

“Yes King Hennessy,” Charlie teased before silencing her phone.

Erik’s jaw tightened he closer he, Natalia, and Chris got to his office. When they reached his door, he peeked through the small glass window. Sure enough, the First Lady sat her fine ass on his desk looking like a green goddess. His dick twitched at the sight of her, but he quickly regained his composure before turning to Natalia.

“Tell T’Challa I won’t be making it to our next few meetings. I have an unruly brat to tame.”

“I thought you said you were married,” Christian accused.

“I am, and that’s my wife,” Erik replied before opening the door and stepping in. He let down the dark blinds that covered the window before turning to the small woman.

“You must think you’re Julia Roberts or some shit,” he growled as he stepped closer to her.

“Nah, but I am a pretty woman,” she giggled.

He chuckled darkly as he closed the distance between them, stripping out of his suit jacket and tie along the way.

“What you doing here, Princess?” he asked as he continued forward.

“I came to collect what’s mine,” she replied looking up at him.

“Yours?”

“Mine.”

“I see you still on this King Hennessy bullshit. Need I remind you who Daddy is?”

“No, but I’m about to show you who Mama is,” she responded as she pressed a red bottom into his chest, effectively halting his movements. He bit his lip as he looked down at her foot and then back at her face. As the energy of the room shifted, she could’ve sworn she heard a faint whimper escape his lips. CHECKMATE.

“Hennessy,” he strained out trying his hardest to maintain control of the situation and failing quickly.

“Yes, Daka?” she purred in the innocent voice that always made his knees buckle.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he rubbed himself through his dress pants.

“Speak up, Daka. Mama can’t understand you when you mumble.”

“You playing a dangerous game, Hennessy,” he managed to growl once he regained his composure.

“I know I am, but unlike you, I’m going to win. On your knees.” He looked at her like she’d grown three heads.

“Charlie really got you feeling yourself, huh? Nah babygirl, I’m not getting on my knees for nobody.” Before he could process the action, her tiny hand connected with his face with a sharp smack before she soothed it with a gentle rub; just like Charlie taught her.

“I said on your knees and I won’t repeat myself.”

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Charlie couldn’t believe her eyes. She was thankful that Hennessy decided to go play during lunch hour, that way she could enjoy the show without being interrupted by clients.

“That tiny freaking genius,” she whispered to herself as King Hennessy glared down at their husband. Slipping her airpods into her ears, she watched her phone screen with bated breath.

Erik reluctantly lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Hennessy with his signature predatory state.

“Crawl.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, N’Jadaka. Crawl to me like the dog you are,” Hennessy barked from her perch.

He kissed his teeth, but slowly began crawling the rest of the way the woman sitting on his desk.

“Good boy. You’re so cute when you behave, Daka,” she cooed as he reached the juicy meat of her thighs. He sat up on his knees, impatiently awaiting further instructions.

“What’s my name Daka?” she asked smoothly.

“Hennessy,” he stated pointedly.

“Oh this nigga wanna play hard. Break his ass, Henny,” Charlie yelled to her phone screen. She knew better than anyone how difficult Erik could be when someone else tried to take control. The small, full figured woman only chuckled before sliding off the desk. She grabbed him by his short dreads, pulling his head back so that he stared her in her eyes.

“What’s my name, Daka?” Hennessy asked for the second time. Erik couldn’t believe she’d put him in such a position, only having be dominated by Charlie when she was in King Jade mode. He bit the insides of his cheeks to conceal the moan that threatened to spill from the back of his throat.

“Fine, have it your way,” she stated letting go of his hair. “In the chair, now!” Erik stood slowly, taking his precious time walking to the chair behind his desk and taking a seat.

“Bratty ass,” Hennessy says.

“I learned from the best, Princess.”

“Oh this nigga BOLD bold,” Charlie says with a chuckle.

“All brats get tamed, Mr. Stevens. You sure you ready for that?”

“You might scare your sisterwives, but you don’t scare me, Mrs. Stevens,” he states confidently.

“Who said I wanted you to be scared, Daka? I just want you to learn some manners and address me correctly. Now I’m gonna ask you again, what’s my name?”

“Hen-nes-ssy,” he responds, emphasizing each syllable.

“Fine, have it your way,” she said, lowering herself to her knees. “Hands behind your head.” He happily obliged, eager to have her soft lips wrapped around his dick.

“HENNESSY!” Charlie screamed. She was on the edge of her seat watching as Henny undid Erik’s belt and freed his erection from his pants. She cursed loudly as Henny took Erik’s full length into her mouth, sucking him like he was her favorite lollipop.

“Weak ass! I knew she couldn’t hang,” Charlie growled. Just as she was about to end the call, Erik’s enraged snarl caught her attention.

“The fuck you doing?! Why you stop?!” he roared. Hennessy ignored his question as the cool metal of her tongue ring teased the head of his painfully hard member. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. She had already made him get on his knees and crawl to her, in his own damn office of all places, and he refused to hand over complete power to her in such a short amount of time.

“Baby please,” he begged as she slowly licked up and down his shaft. It took everything in him not to reach down and wrap her locs around his hand to guide her head the way he needed.

“Say my name.” “I ain’t calling you that shit.”

“Suit yourself.”

With that, she lifted herself from the floor and slowly stripped out of her clothing. When she was done she was left standing before him in just her So Kates, her naked body shimmering gold from the few rays of sunlight that peeked through the blinds. The sight alone had his mouth watering and his dick twitching with excitement.

“Gahdamn baby,” he praised, as his left hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking himself to relieve the pressure building.

“Did I say you could touch my dick, N’Jadaka?” He whimpered softly as he removed his hand, placing it back behind his head.

“Since you can’t follow directions, you don’t get to feel how wet this pussy is for you,” she states as she slowly struts towards him. With every step the evidence of her arousal catches the sunlight, making her inner thighs shine like diamonds.

“And that’s too bad because she’s soooo wet for you, Daka.” Erik bit his lip, looking up at her with pleading eyes as her soft hands rubbed down his textured chest. He was melting into her hands and was almost too far gone to care.

She placed her body back in its original place atop his desk spreading her legs so that each one rested on the arms of his chair.

“You hungry, Daka?”

“So hungry, Princess.”

“Come eat then.”

That was all the instruction he needed before his face was buried between her thighs. Her loud moans bounced off the walls of his office as his tongue ventured deeper into her sex. He drank from her like a starved man in the desert, savoring her sweet taste with every lick. Her praises spurred him on and for the first time in his 32 years, he was about to cum without her doing a thing to him. She must’ve sensed this because she gripped his dreads and pulled his head up so that they stared one another in the eye.

“Say my name.” He bit his lip and cursed softly before mumbling a soft ‘King Hennessy”.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that baby. Speak up,” she teased stroking his jaw with her thumb. He looked down at her throbbing core, wanting so desperately to be buried inside that he’d do or say whatever he needed to do so.

“King Hennessy,” he spoke again, this time with a little more bass in his voice.

“How was that so hard?” she teased. He kissed his teeth in annoyance before placing a trail of soft kisses up her thigh.

“So, King Hennessy.. Can Prince N’Jadaka bury this dick in that royal pussy?” She bit her lip and smirked down at him.

“I think that can be arranged.”

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Charlie watched in awe. Her baby girl had done it. She’d tapped into her inner dom tamed The Kompound’s biggest brat, a feat that only she had been able to successfully accomplish.

“Welcome to the ranks, King,” Charlie said, tilting her water bottle towards her phone screen.

Hennessy sat up from her position atop his desk satisfied with the way the day’s events played out. Erik returned to his leather office chair with his head resting on her soft breasts and his arms snaked around her waist.

“What’s my name, baby?” she asked, as she gently massaged his scalp.

“King Hennessy,” he responded without hesitation.

“Good Daddy. Someone wants to speak to you,” she called, reaching her hand behind her to retrieve her iPhone from its hiding spot on the desk. He lifted his head slowly, eyes still low from their previous activity. He adjusted his eyes to see Charlie staring back at him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Look at me. We are the captains now,” she gloated with a loud cackle.

“Whatever,” he pouted, burying his face deeper in Hennessy’s chest. “I guess there can be three kings in this castle.”

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After her night with Charlie, Hennessy was even more intrigued about sexual dominance. She yearned for Erik to look at her the way he looked at Charlie when she was in control. That level of raw passion and reverence being something that she craved the most, partly due to her tumultuous childhood. Though she knew some of what the dynamics were in traditional dom/sub relationships, her eager mind yearned for more knowledge. She began spending more and more time away from the group, researching and educating herself on what it meant to be a proper dom and all of the things that she could do to ensure the safety and satisfaction of her sub. When she wasn’t buried in her MacBook or her iPhone, she was with Charlie, absorbing everything she had to give. Confident that she was ready to experiment on her own, she began planning a scene tailored specifically to showing her appreciation to a certain curvaceous King.

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The family vacation in Amsterdam was nearing its end. On the second to last day, Hennessy decided to plan a day of bonding with her husband and sister wives. Appeasing to her husband’s art hoe nature, she booked a private tour of the Van Gogh art museum as well as lunch along the UNESCO waterways. After lunch, they enjoyed another private tour of the Rijksmuseum, which houses the works of Rembrandt, Van Dyke, and Vermeer. The tiny genius sure knew how to put a smile on his face. So much so that he’d almost forgotten that he owed her a punishment for the stunt she pulled with Charlie the nights before. Almost.

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After a day of sightseeing and art hoeing, the ladies decided to venture to the infamous XtraCold Icebar for a night of drinking and letting loose, no Erik in sight.

“A bar? Made of Ice? Who said I wanted to be serving up frosted pussy to my husband?” Bastion complained.

“Not frosted pussy,” Ryley snickered.

The outburst made Hennessy laugh. The icebar had been on her list of places to visit as soon as Erik mentioned Amsterdam. That and the cannabis tour of course.

“Our husband,” Aly’Sha corrected, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

“Hey, chill out Bast,” Angel joked, causing the entire room to erupt with laughter at the horrible pun. “It’ll be fun,” she chimed, already making her way to the bar.

“I wonder if I could break a chunk of this and make an ice dildo,” Josephine joked causing everyone to groan.

“Now that's frosted pussy,” Charlie grinned.

As the night went on and the drinks began to flow, Hennessy couldn’t stop the desire building within her. She watched the way Charlie’s full hips swayed to the music and secretly wished that they’d taken Erik up on his offer to stay in. The night in Erik’s room played on a constant loop in her mind and the more she looked at her wife, the more she wanted to show her just how much she’d learned in their short time together.

--

4 hours and 6 Amsterdamned drinks later, Hennessy was a dangerous combination of intoxicated and horny. Erik had already retired to his room for the evening, Angel and Bast in tow, and although Hennessy loved a good orgy, she wasn’t exactly in a sharing mood. She stumbled down the hallway of the aparthotel until she stopped outside of Charlie’s room. She could hear Kimora’s loud giggle from the other side of the door and almost turned to retire to her own room when she spotted Josephine in the hallway looking suspicious.

“Something wrong, Mama?” Josephine asked, sensing Hennessy’s troubled state.

“You’re a witch, right? Y’all should be able to pick up on this type of shit,” Hennessy snapped.

Josephine tilted her head in confusion. She always knew the first lady could be a bit feisty, but she’d never seen it to this degree.

“Ooh someone’s spicy,” Josephine teased, her eyes glowing her signature purple glow. Her voice was low and seductive as she began working her magic.

“Kitana wants to come out to play, Hennessy. Why don’t you let her?”

With that, Josephine was gone and Hennessy was in the hallway alone yet again. Only this time, something felt different.

--

“Someone's at the door,” Kimora whispered, her eyes on the entrance. Charlie shrugged, wasted off of her two drinks. She hardly ever drank and when she did it made her very talkative. Drunk Charlie had the tendency to say things Sober Charlie usually kept to herself. The liquor also made her hornier than she already was on the daily as a typical stellium scorpio. Her almond eyes roamed Kimora's chocolate curves and her mouth watered at the thought of a sweet pink cotton candy center. Although distracted, she'd heard the noise in the hall too.

“Probably Josephine. What scent is that? You smell good as hell like, honeysuckles,” she flirted unwilling to move her eyes from Kimora's rich and perfect skin. It made no sense to look that good, she needed the skin routine. Just then the door opened and Kimora grinned, her teeth a bright white. Erik obviously had a thing for nice teeth. All his wives had them. Henny's voice sounded causing Charlie to turn.

“Oh damn, Henny from the block. You came to fuck or be fucked lil mama? Or did you wanna talk? Can we talk and fuck?” Charlie had to tell herself to calm down. She was doing way too much. “My bad, Henny, what's up?”

“Hiii Hennessy,” Kimora’s sweet voice called to the tiny woman standing in the doorway.

“Hey ladies,” Hennessy called out, slowly making her way into the space. Thanks to Josephine, her current look was much different from what she wore to the Icebar. Her curly mane had been released from her signature high puff, framing her chubby face and the emerald green bodycon dress hugged her curves in all the right places.

“Ladiesss,” Charlie dragged willing Henny nearer. She was a sweet faced gazelle and Charlie couldn’t help but eye her curves like a hungry predator of the wild. Her sweet tooth was acting up something serious. “Honestly, I think I might be lit right now.. I think, but I still wouldn't mind a shot of Hennessy if you feel me,” she grinned, a quarter joking and ¾ serious.

Hennessy giggled in response. Charlie had the same longing look in her eyes that Erik got after he returned from a mission. She stalked up to Charlie, the confidence of her alter ego guiding her steps. She reached out to grab a fistful of Charlie’s hair, lifting her head so that they were staring into each other’s eyes.

“If Charlie wants a taste of Hennessy, she’s gonna have to work for it,” Henny growled with a smile, her rose gold fronts dancing in the light of Charlie’s bedroom.

“Tell me what to do Miss. Call me cat daddy and watch me go to work like it's my 9 to 5.” Charlie was feeling the dominant energy Hennessy put forth and she wanted more of it. She wanted Henny to own her title and put her in her place. Never had she been dommed by a woman and it was a past due experience.

---

The sexual tension in the room was at an all-time high. Hennessy and Charlie eyed each other hungrily while Kimora sat on the bed watching the show.

“I just want my pussy ate,” she finally spoke up, obviously aroused by the apparent power struggle going on in front of her.

Henny looked over to Charlie, one eyebrow raised challengingly.

“You heard the woman, Charlie. You wanted some cotton candy and there it is being offered to you on a silver platter.”

“Wait, I said that out loud? Dammit Charlie!” Charlie faced Kimora who'd changed positions, her legs wide and inviting anyone to come forth. It was all the instruction Charlie needed before diving into Kimora’s slickness. Like a seasoned veteran, she feasted on the sweet nectar like it was her life source, Kimora’s voice rising in octaves as the waves of pleasure crashed around her. To ease the growing pleasure building in her own hobbit hole, Charlie reached a hand down to stroke her throbbing clit. A sharp smack to her plump ass by a riding crop stopped her ministrations.

“When the fuck did she get that?” she wondered silently.

“Did I tell you to touch my pussy, Charlie Jade?” Hennessy questioned, slowly stripping out of her bodycon dress.

“No.. but I'm a touch it,” Charlie tested, returning her hand to her pulsing clit. She wanted that discipline. For a minute she thought that her husband had entered the room, this level of dominance being something completely foreign coming from the tiny woman. Another sharp smack whipped across her backside causing her to drop her hand.

“I said move ya damn hand. Don’t make me say it again, Jade.”

Charlie gushed at Henny’s words, a slick smile on her face.

--

The sounds of sex pulled Josephine and Ryley from their slumber. A glance at the nearby clock revealed the time, 3:45 am. Kimora had promised to be back from Charlie’s room no later than 1:30 so that Josephine could teach them both how to effectively hide their side niggas from Erik.

The pair made their way down the hall, stopping as the moans seemed to intensify outside of Charlie’s room.

“Damn, I thought Erik would’ve been too busy with Angel and Bast to deal with anyone else,” Ryley stated.

“That moisturized, ashy ass nigga always ready to kill some pussy,” Josephine replied.

“Ahh, fuck! Charliiieeee!”

Ryley and Josephine’s heads snapped up in unison.

“I know damn well..” Ryley’s voice trailed off.

Using her powers, Josephine was able to unlock and open the door ever so slightly, giving her and Ryley front row seats to the show.

--

“Eat that shit Charlie!” Hennessy barked, both hands twisted in Charlie's thick coils. Charlie felt like she’d reached Nirvana. The way Kimora sang her name coupled with the way Hennessy was commanding her had brought her to completion twice already and she hadn’t even been touched. It was all so new.

Josephine and Ryley watched from the door, mouths gaping. They’d never seen Hennessy in such a way and Josephine smugly patted herself on the back at how well her spell was working.

“Charliiieeeee!” Kimora screamed a final time, her orgasm hitting her like a brick. The only other person that had eaten her out that well was her husband. Charlie looked up to Hennessy, eager for her next set of instructions. Hennessy stood at the foot of Charlie’s bed, proudly sporting a 9 in. strap-on that she had made in the image of her husband’s member. Charlie and Kimora both stared at it hungrily.

“Kimora, come ride this dick. Charlie, on my face,” Henny commanded as she lay prostrate on the bed. After both women assumed their respective positions, Hennessy went to work on Charlie’s throbbing bulb. As Kimora bounced on her lap, Charlie’s thick thighs threatened to swallow her whole. She rolled her hips in tune with Henny’s licks to her hobbit hole and brought herself to completion for a third time tonight.

---

“The fuck going on in here?” Aly’Sha asked, sleepily rubbing her eyes. Kimora and Charlie’s loud moans had disturbed her rest and she was all too prepared to give the women a piece of her mind until she saw Ryley and Josephine outside of the door.

“See for yourself,” Josephine encouraged, stepping to the side to give Aly’Sha a view. Her eyes widened as she watched the live action porn scene before her.

“What did you do to her?” Aly’Sha asked as she watched Hennessy dominate her sister wives.

“She may or may not be possessed by De Strength of de Oakland Neega,” Josephine teased.

--

The spell had long since worn off, but Hennessy’s sex drive was still going. Hennessy was high off power as both women turned into moaning messes under her ministrations. Both Kimora and Charlie’s legs shook as their umteenth orgasms crashed over them.

“H-Henny.. Please,” Kimora whined. She was never one to tap out during sex, but her body honestly couldn’t take another second of the assault that was being delivered to her core. Hennessy looked up from her position between her thighs and smiled, rose gold fronts once again catching the light of the room.

“Again,” was the only word she spoke as she lapped at the sweet nectar between her wife’s legs. It was at this moment that Charlie realized that she’d created a monster. King Hennessy indeed.

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I. Introduction

II. Pawn

III. King Me

IV. Check