The End of the Road

I stood on the balcony, my arm around Jean’s shoulders, and the other around Mystique’s luscious hips. The blue-skinned beauty leaned against my side, and I smiled down at her, while Jean rubbed her hip against my own, and I kissed her softly.

“This has been fun.” I smiled.

“It has.” Raven agreed.

“But I think it’s time I focus on making babies, not just sleeping around with whomever I please. Wakanda needs heirs, after all.” I said, and both women nodded.

“So we’re in agreement.” I said. Again, they nodded. I smiled, and we watched the sun rise over the beautiful morning in Wakanda.