A Day in the Life of Mark Williams [pt. II]

Mark put on his dark black robe. It was soft and comfortable, and the open front allowed him to fuck any of the women who struck his fancy with little effort.

He adjusted Shuri’s shield bracelet. He’d worn it since she’d given it to him following his return to Markanda. It was hidden nicely by the sleeve of his dark, open robe. The garment was rather simple for royalty, or so he’d been told, but he’d never considered himself one for gaudy spectacles.

That seems a little hypocritical after that royal celebration in the stadium.

He smiled as he remembered the women he fucked there and the thousands who’d watched him with rapt attention.

It was a strange thing being subjected to so much attention and adoration. He’d always tried to avoid crowds in fear of his power acting up. If the royal celebration had happened to him a couple of months ago, he might have died from embarrassment or shock.

“You getting up?” Nakia said.

Mark turned towards the sound of the voice.

The dark-skinned woman was lying down on the royal bed – his bed. He’d taken it from T’Challa, along with his beautiful wife who now warmed it just as she did before. Only, she was much happier now. More content with her lot in life. She was on her back, proudly displaying her big, naked tits. Her nipples hardened when he looked at her. She spread her legs reflexively. Her tight cunt glistened with arousal.

[“I’d never have done this for Chall.”]

He heard the words echo in her thoughts.

“Yeah,” he smirked at her. “I think I’m going to go have some breakfast and see who I run into along the way.”

Nakia grinned at him. “That sounds like fun. I wonder if any of your newest servants will have a load of royal cum dribbling down their thighs soon…” she licked her lips and reached hand down to insert a finger into her pussy. “Oh, my King, the mere thought of it is such a turn on.”

“Heh. You really liked seeing me fuck the shit out of Maria, huh?” Mark glanced over at the woman in question. The voluptuous SHIELD agent was out like a light. Between masturbating over the course of several hours and having sex with Mark, the woman probably needed all the sleep she could get.

“I did. I think you will be very good for her,” Nakia licked her lips. “It doesn’t seem like she’s had the opportunity to be with a man for a very long time,” she paused for a moment. “I think I’d like to watch over her for the time being.”

Mark raised his eyebrows.

So Nakia wants to take Maria under her wing? I wonder what that would entail? Does she want to make her another Dora?

“You think she needs it?” Mark asked.

“I do,” Nakia met his gaze.

“What will you do with her?”

“I’ll teach Maria that being a woman and being a soldier don’t have to be two separate things. You taught this to me when you accepted me and allowed me to protect you with my very being while loving you with my body. Please let me do the same for Maria, Master,” she said.

Mark couldn’t help but smile at her. She really was an incredible woman. She’d long been wasted on a man who didn’t know what he had, just like Ororo.

“I couldn’t imagine a better person to help her,” Mark said.

Nakia’s eyes glowed with warmth. There was a hint of pride within them, too. A satisfaction from the idea of working actively to please Mark.

“If you need any help with her, just let me know,” he told her.

“I will,” Nakia grinned and got off the bed. She walked over to him, hips swaying sensuously. Her big tits jiggled and wobbled as she approached.

He stared at her unabashedly and she basked in his attention like a reptile in the sun.

“Thank you, my King. Your approval means more to me than the very air I breathe,” she kissed him on the cheek before moving to his lips. They made out for a few moments before breaking the kiss. “I promise, when I’m done with Agent Hill, she’ll be just as loving and protective of you as I am.”

He didn’t bother reminding her that he could mold Maria into whoever he wanted her to be with a mere thought. Nakia, like all of his servants, longed for ways to show her devotion to him and to prove her usefulness. He could feel the need to please him dominating nearly every facet of her being, so he decided to let the woman work and see what happened.

Mark said goodbye to Nakia and left the royal bedchambers, a proud grin on his face.

Okoye and Nima met him in the hallway. The nude, buxom Dora bowed and saluted him before clutching their spears, preparing to defend him against any threat.

“Okoye. Nima. How are you two this morning?” he reached over to grasp Okoye’s big naked breasts.

The fiercely loyal warrior-woman gazed at him fondly as he squeezed her tits.

“I am well, my King,” the bald woman replied, subtly pushing her breasts into his palms.

“I’m good, now that my one and only master is here,” Nima, her lips twitching into a smile. “Seriously, everything is just so dull when you’re not degrading us like the worthless fuckslaves we are.”

“Hm. Well, we can’t have that can we?” Mark switched over to Nima’s breasts. They were slightly smaller than Okoye’s, but perkier. Her nipples stood out proudly, as if awaiting his attentions.

“Ahn,” the girl moaned when he pinched her nipples.

“I’m gonna head to the dining hall for breakfast today,” he said, giving Nima’s breasts a hard smack each. “Are either of you hungry?”

Nima’s lips twisted into a manic grin. Her pussy pulsed and gushed with arousal.

“This worthless piece of Markandan fuckmeat is hungry for your fat cock, Master,” Nima said, biting her lower lip so hard she whimpered from the pain.

Mark smacked her breast again, harder this time. Nima gasped and shuddered with an orgasm. A red palm mark appeared on her left tit.

Okoye smiled and bit her lip, and Mark couldn’t help but relish the fact that such a stoic, combative woman was completely and utterly his. “I could have something to eat. Something long and hard, preferably. And possibly a little white cream on the side.”

“Hah, white cream! That’s the staple Dora drink!” Nima chorused the latter sentence and struck a commanding pose as if she were being recorded for a commercial. Her breasts wobbled deliciously.

“So it would seem,” Okoye chuckled. The movement caused her tits to jiggle.

“Heh. You two are incredible. Come on, let’s see who’s managed to make their way in the dining hall,” he said.

The Dora nodded happily and fell in alongside him as he began to walk the ornate hallways of Markanda’s royal palace.

The palace staff worked night and day performing maintenance functions along with caring for the sprawling structure’s various guests and residents.

Servants gazed at him reverently and bowed to him before continuing on to their tasks. Mark particularly enjoyed seeing the women – and they were all his women, even the married ones – bend low at the waist to show him their plentiful dark cleavage. Those more blessed in their rears turned to shake their bare plump backsides. Some had even taken the initiative to shove buttplugs up their asses, preparing themselves in case he showed interest.

Mark recognized some of them as women he’d fucked and impregnated. He’d even glimpsed Tanzule and her daughters at one point. None of them were showing any obvious physical signs, but he’d received notifications from his Dora that more and more Markandan women were starting to bear the fruits of his labors.

The thought of it was enticing, especially since practically every single one of them would have tried to kill him just for being in the palace uninvited mere months ago.

“So like, you’re Rogue’s mother?” a chipper feminine voice sounded from the other end of a bend in the corridor.

“Shut up, Kitty!” another voice hissed.

Mark paused curiously and listened.

“Heh. Don’t listen to her, girl. Until she learns some manners, my daughter’s only good for guzzling my master’s cum. And she is my daughter, no matter how much she tries to deny it,” that was Mystique in her usual sadistic flair.

Mark grinned and rounded the corner.

He saw two of his newest acquisitions; Rogue and Shadowcat. Anna Marie and Kitty Pryde.

Rogue appeared to be in her mid-twenties and had dark hair with a white streak along the front. Her beautiful face was scrunched up in distaste and her emerald eyes gleamed with barely concealed rage. She wore a neon green bikini that seemed a size or two small on her. Her big breasts were pushed upward and against her chest in a way that looked supremely uncomfortable for her. It made her look incredibly hot however, so Mark merely leered at her.

Kitty Pryde was eighteen, Mark’s age. She’d probably be graduating high school now if he hadn’t enslaved her. She was short, had light chestnut hair and warm brown eyes that twinkled with an impish intelligence. She wore her hair back in a ponytail. She was wearing a tight green microbikini that did nothing to hide her smallish breasts, her hard nipples sticking out of the garment. The lower part of her outfit was wedged up into her pussy and asscrack.

Damn, she’s cute.

Mark smirked.

“Hey girls, how’s it going?”

Rogue glared at him and huffed. She crossed her arms across her chest, pushing her substantial breasts upwards.

Kitty merely stared at him for a long moment before her eyes fell to the cock that dangled between his legs. Her lips quirked into a smile.

“I-I’m good, Mark,” she looked down at her state of relative undress and blushed. She did nothing to cover herself up, however.

Mark grinned. He could feel the intense infatuation the girl had for him. Her love and lust for him pulsed like miniature explosions at the forefront of her mind.

“Ah come on, Kitty. He’s not forcing you to humiliate yourself like that,” Rogue said. “Have some dignity.”

Kitty glared at Rogue. “Tch. You’re just mad that Mark’s like a million times hotter than Remy!”

The two girls descended into catty bickering and Mark glanced over at Mystique. The blue-skinned woman walked over to him, wide hips swaying sensuously. Her bright yellow eyes glimmered with naked devotion and arousal.

“Master,” Mystique bowed, exposing her plentiful blue cleavage. She smirked at him. “Good morning. I was just talking to the X-sluts. Did you know none of them were aware of my relationship with dear little Rogue?”

Said mutant practically snarled at her mother. “There’s no relationship between us, ya sick fuck! Ya tried to kill me and mah friends so many times!”

Mark raised his eyebrows at her, but his gaze inevitably fell to Rogue’s breasts. They strained against the thin material of her bra. Her nipples were hard, betraying her arousal.

“She looks like she could use a little discipline,” Mark turned to Mystique. “Maybe I should stop giving her daily doses of my cum.”

Rogue immediately stopped arguing with Kitty and gasped. Her green eyes widened desperately and she threw herself to her knees in front of him.

“N-no, mah King. Please don’t stop cumming in mah mouth. I literally can’t live without it,” her eyes were pleading, and Mark struggled to reconcile the woman kneeling before him with the woman who just moments ago had been glaring at him.

Mystique licked her lips as she watched the display. She reached into his robe and wrapped a soft hand around his cock.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?”

Rogue nodded frantically at him. The movement caused her big breasts to jostle loose from her microbikini. His cock twitched as he watched them jiggle.

“Please, mah King,” she drawled in that sexy southern accent of hers. She opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around.

“Pretty interesting turnaround considering that mere moments ago you were glaring at me and badmouthing your mother,” Mark smacked Mystique’s big blue bubble butt for emphasis.

The gorgeous kneeling mutant seemed to sag at the mention of her behavior, and he felt a whisper of fear through Xavier’s telepathy. She was afraid he’d refuse to cum down her throat.

And isn’t that delicious considering how powerful she is and how committed she was to bringing me to justice?

“What do you want from me, Rogue?” he asked her. He gestured for Kitty to approach him and she did so. The brunette licked her lips nervously as she sidled up against him. She quivered with pleasure when he reached a hand down to grab her tight little ass.

“Ah… ah want you to cum in here,” she stretched her lips apart with her fingers.

Mark chuckled. “Mash your tits together.”

Rogue nodded and obeyed. She squeezed her large breasts, causing them burst out of her bra. Her eyes widened and she blushed.

Mystique squeezed his cock harder as she jerked him off.

“I’m so glad you were able to put my wayward daughter in her place,” the blue-skinned mutant practically purred in Mark’s ear. She licked his earlobe. “But don’t you think you’re going a little easier on her by letting her taste you just for sqeezing her tits?”

“Hm. Maybe…” Mark muttered. He glanced over at Kitty. The girl blushed at his attention. “Hey Kitty, go stand over Rogue facing away from me and bend over. Take off your panties, too.”

The cute brunette bit her lip and nodded nervously. She pealed her panties off, exposing her pussy which glistened with arousal.

“W-what are you doing?” Rogue asked, her eyes widening as the girl she’d just been arguing with stood over her.

“Your mother thought I was being too easy on you, so I’m gonna fuck Kitty while you watch from below. You’ll get my cum when it dribbles from her freshly filled pussy,” Mark said.

Mystique grinned at him. "Delicious."

Kitty’s pussy twitched. Liquid arousal dripped down her thighs. A drop landed on Rogue’s face and she licked at it unconsciously.

“B-but,” Rogue swallowed. She licked her lips again.

He saw Okoye smile at the sight while Nima giggled as she tweaked her own nipples. Mystique jerked his cock harder and pressed her substantial breasts into his side.

“Relax Anna Marie, my husband hasn’t even fucked her yet,” Mystique teased her.

Rogue glared at Mystique, but her gaze was again drawn to him when he drew his cock out of his robe. It stood proudly at its full length, pulsing and throbbing. It caught the gaze of every woman in the hallway.

He loved the way they stared at it, their mouths hanging wide open. He felt so powerful, so in control. The women around him would do anything for him. They’d take his cock in any of their holes without question or complaint or regret.

Mark placed a hand on Kitty’s tight little ass. She shivered, almost cumming on the spot. He guided his cock to her entrance. She was warm and wet.

“You ready, Kitty?”

The ponytailed brunette looked back at him. Her big brown eyes were wide with uncertainty, but she steeled herself quickly. He was reminded in that moment that the girl before him could walk through walls, and had seen her fair share of battles despite being the same age as him.

She was like him that way, **** to grow up before her due time. Her airheaded, valley girl way of speaking was just a façade. A way to cling to the innocent girl the world would never let her be.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered, delighting in presence of the girl before him and the women who watched longingly. He pressed forward. The head of his cock disappeared into Kitty’s tight, wet cunt.

She gasped and moaned as he moved further inside her. The juices from their meeting spilled onto Rogue’s face.

Curiously, he peered into her mind.

[“Argh. That’s disgusting. I can’t believe Mark’s making me watch him fuck Kitty with that… with that huge fucking cock... Mah gawd, he’s so much bigger than Remy. Oh fuck…”]

He felt her lick her lips, tasting Kitty’s pussy juice. A thrill danced up her spine as she did so, the wrongness of the act somehow arousing to her.

“Yes! Yes, Mark! F-fuck me!” Kitty was getting fully into it and was now pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. Jolts of pleasure coursed through his body as Kitty’s pussy walls clamped around his cock.

He reached forward to grab her ponytail, pulling her head up so he could growl into her ear.

Kitty screamed, her body shuddering as she orgasmed.

Mark came with her spilling his load into her abused pussy.

The brunette nearly sagged in his grip. It was only his earlier command for her to stand over Rogue that prevented her from collapsing.

Rogue mewled happily when a dollop of his thick white cum landed on her face. She wiped it off with her index finger and began sucking on it feverishly.

With a low grunt, Mark withdrew his cock from Kitty’s pussy, releasing a deluge of thick baby batter that missed Rogue’s face entirely and ended up on the floor.

Huh. Guess that didn’t end up working out after -

Rogue immediately went on all fours, causing her large breasts to dangle deliciously. She lowered her face to the floor and began lapping at the puddle of jizz Kitty had spilled.

She closed her eyes and moaned, as if in a state of bliss.

Mystique's soft, warm hands found their way between his legs again and began lazily jerking his cock.