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

The Dora Milaje section of the palace exuded an air of regality and opulence, blending ancient history with modern luxury. In the distant past, the space served as an actual harem for Wakanda's ruler, a testament to the kingdom's traditions. However, in more recent times, it had transformed into the barracks and offices for the elite royal guard women.

Of course in the current era, Mark had flipped it right back into a fuck pad with an emphasis on bathing and massaging his body before he railed their brains out.

It was an extravagant fusion of Wakandan tradition and lavish modernity. The open layout, devoid of doors, symbolizes the unhindered access to the pleasure haven exclusively reserved for the King. Lush greenery and artful lighting provided a relaxing environment, conveying a sense of calm and comfort.

It was all centered around a large bathing pool with intricate water features, reminiscent of the majestic rivers and waterfalls of Wakanda. The surrounding walls displayed stylized images of Wakanda's natural splendor, providing an immersive atmosphere and complementing the tranquil ambience of the room.

That ambience was somewhat undercut by the loud resounding slaps of flesh rapidly meeting flesh and the wild shrieks of unrestrained feminine ecstasy emanating from the side of the pool as the guardswomen enthusiastically engaged in their favorite activity—getting fucked senseless by their King.

"Fuck yes! Pound my tight black pussy! Treat me like a filthy white cock-obsessed Dora slut!"

Mark stood tall, the water chopping around his waist as he fucked Nima hard, his fists clenched around her shoulders like the handlebars of a motorcycle. Her head lolled back and forth as his thrusts slammed his meat right into the base of her cervix, pounding Nima's tight pussy and jarring her whole body.

"This worthless Markandan fuckslut's cunt belongs to her master! Claim me, ravage me, **** me, treat me like a useless Dora breeding sow!"

Mark enjoyed her wild insane declarations immensely. It was just so much fun having a woman get off on being degraded. He hadn't even used his powers. This was all natural Nima. He didn't know what it said about his character as a person, but he didn't really care.

The wet, sucking sound of his meat drilling deep into her womb, the meaty slaps of his fat balls pounding against her sopping wet slit, and Nima's hoarse cries filled the chamber as the water sloshed wildly around his legs. Her body was a taut arch, back bent backward at nearly a ninety-degree angle, with her large ass pushed into the King's lap, breasts thrusting upwards into the air as Mark fucked her hard.

Nima's full lips were curled upwards in a pleasured rictus, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head, her head lolling on her shoulders as Mark savagely rutted her tight cunt.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuckkkk! Give it to me master! Claim this worthless Markandan's filthy fuckslot! Use meeee!" Nima groaned and yelped as Mark slammed his meat right up to the hilt.

Breaking the surface of the water to either side of her rocking body were the thick heart-shaped black asses of Okoye and Aneka. Those delicious globes swayed and shook, doing their best to entice the King to take their holes as well.

Mark released Nima' shoulders to grasp both ample, meaty cheeks in each hand. They jiggled delightfully as he squeezed them roughly.

Okoye arched back to meet his gaze, one fat jug sitting upon Nima's shoulder, the dark brown areola and stiff nipple displayed brazenly.

Both Aneka and Okoye were bent over the pool's ledge, grasping Nima's waist with their hands as Mark plowed away, his kingly scepter spearing into her quivering cunt with deep, penetrating thrusts that echoed loudly in the luxurious bathing quarters. The King's massive length repeatedly speared through Nima's tight channel, plunging deep into her fertile womb and stretching her innermost depths with his throbbing meat.

"Fuckkkkkkkk. FUUUUUUUCCCKKK!" Nima shrieked as Mark slammed his hips forward, his thick cock plunging deep into her quivering sex. Her body rocked violently, the water sloshing wildly as the impact of his powerful thrusts reverberated through her flesh, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her lithe form.

Okoye and Aneka moaned along with Nima's cries as Mark gripped their ample bottoms and plunged his stiff meat deep into their comrade's fertile depths. Their bodies rocked in unison, water sloshing around their curvy hips as Mark savagely pounded Nima's tight slit.

Nima's hands clawed at the women's waists, digging into the soft and firm flesh as Mark hammered his thick cock into her quivering cunt. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the chamber, a symphony of flesh slapping wetly together in a savage rhythm of lust and ecstasy.

"Yesss, master! Yesssyesyes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck yes! You are the best! I love you, master! Yesyesyesyesyes, pound this Markandan Dora fuckslut! Yesss, treat this worthless fuckhole like the cumdump it is, fuckk!"

Mark enjoyed Nima's lewd babble but sometimes she was just... A lot.

This was Nima's idea of relaxing before a nice soak after his workout.

And as hot as it was to just nail his cock-hungry Dora sluts into a mindless heap of fuckmeat, a part of him just wanted to relax.

Okoye seemed to sense his mood, "Master, why not allow me to take her place? Nima is a talented concubine, but she tends to speak more than her master cares to listen, I think."

Aneka followed suit, turning and lifting one foot out of the water to set on the ledge causing her pussy to rise out of the bath and spread open before him, exposing the slick pink inside, "Would this faithful warrior **** not make a better mount?"

She twirked a bit.

"Treacherous fellow cocksleeves! My King prefers my dirty fucking fuckslut cunt!" Nima hissed at them, before returning her attention back to Mark. She humped her hips back, working the walls of her slit over the shaft impaling her, and ground her meaty ass back into him.

But she didn't resist when he steadily withdrew, a wail of despair issuing from her throat as she felt his thick shaft retreating from her needy depths.

Okoye chuckled even as she sank into the water and placed her bald head with its distinctive angular red tattooing right beside Nima's offered haunch.

Her hands spread Nima's full asscheeks outwards, displaying her King's thick cock slowly emerging from her clenching pussy, the long veiny rod slick and shiny with a coating of her creamy white juices.

"Nima, our King requires some relaxation after his workout. Your incessant begging and cursing can be... tiring. Go have Anzara sit on your face, put those chattering lips to some productive use."

Okoye's command was backed by more than her natural authority as the leader of the Dora Milaje and a Markandan general, Mark's subliminal commands made her the lock solid 'Queen Ant' of this particular grouping of his brainwashed minions.

So once his cock finally popped free with a wet squelching sound, a strand of Nima's wet pussy juice dangling obscenely from his engorged tip, the Dora hastily obeyed.

"Ahn..ahh... Yes, ma'am. Apologies, master! Your dirty fuckslut Nima is off to provide another Dora slut with a tongue in her cunt."

And the eager guardswoman immediately scampered away through the water.

Mark laughed as he watched the Dora's fat jiggling buttocks disappear among the throng of her sisters as she went to find her fellow guard.

Around them were the exposed and nubile forms of twelve other Dora, black exquisite bodies both incredibly buxom and Amazonian muscular, lounging and enjoying the show with their breasts heaving atop their curves as the water lapped at their hips. Their eyes were fixated on their King's vigorous mating as they fondled their supple bodies and fingered their eager, soaking wet pussies.

Soon enough Nima's loud voice floated over from the opposite side of the pool, "Come, sit on my worthless Dora whoreface! Fill this black fuckdoll's nostrils with the stink of her sister Dora's taint! Our general commands it!"

Snorting with amusement at Nima's irreverent attitude, Mark looked down as Okoye's pink tongue extended from her full, full lips as she licked his glistening member. Her brown eyes were half-lidded, the warrior woman seemingly savoring the mixture of Nima's feminine juices and the King's male essence coating her tongue.

"Ah...mmh," Okoye murmured, a blissful expression forming on her elegant face as she swallowed the head of Mark's enormous penis. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on his glans, her warm tongue massaging the sensitive underside of his engorged cock.

Mark groaned in appreciation at the sensation of her mouth enclosing his cockhead. She hummed pleasantly in response, eyes flicking upwards to meet his. As Mark stared down into Okoye's captivating brown eyes, he sensed a distinct spark of sexual heat reflected within them.
Her gaze was locked on his face, seeking to gauge his pleasure while she expertly serviced him orally.

Then she grinned fiercely at her King, "Is this not better than that impudent whelp's loud mouth? Like a hyena in heat, that girl. Let this humble **** serve her master properly."

Mark chuckled at her words, her competitive streak and desire for her King's affirmation amusingly overt, even in their subliminal programming. He smirked down at Okoye as she lovingly suckled the tip of his swollen member, her pink tongue snaking out to clean Nima's cream from the head and shaft.

Aneka sidled up to him and Ayo took advantage of Nima's banishment to press forward from the crowd, diffidently kissing the side of his bicep to ask permission. She grinned hugely and slipped under his arm when he reached down and took firm possession of her left buttcheek in answer.

"You're just a model of discipline, aren't you?" He asked, the way a person's character managed to still shine through the perverted changes he'd introduced to their personalities fascinated him.

Okoye's mouth curled around his shaft, "Of course. The Dora are highly trained, disciplined soldiers. We must maintain our discipline during the most intense combat as well as moments of pleasurmmm."

Her voice was somewhat muffled then, his huge manhood filling her mouth to the brim, her jaws straining to contain the immense girth. Okoye struggled to deepthroat his prodigious cock, the massive pillar stretching her jaw open to its limit. Okoye's tongue swirled and pressed against the underside of Mark's shaft, massaging his member as she struggled to swallow the large intrusion.

Okoye gulped and glurked. Spittle ran down the length of the shaft as she sluuurped on it, fat black lips spread wide around the shaft, cheeks hollowed out and eyes mad with lust.

When Mark had first met her, he'd thought her lips had seemed designed for cock sucking. He'd wondered if she'd ever put them to the test but it had turned out that she'd been no more experienced than the rest, just the diminutive black penises of her two previous lovers.

But she'd quickly demonstrated a knack for fellatio once he'd introduced her to the joys of giant white cock. Now Okoye deep-throated him like a fucking pro, managing to embed a full half his massive shaft in her throat, her dark lips stretched to the max around the girthy mid-section of his monster cock.

"Mmhhmmm! Mmmm! " Okoye moaned lewdly around his meat, eyes fluttering with arousal as she attempted to devour Mark's enormous cock.

Her lips slid along his shaft, the smooth, silky sensation of her mouth and the swirling caress of her tongue sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Okoye eagerly deepthroated Mark's thick shaft, her mouth stuffed with cock, her eyes watering slightly from the strain.

Soon enough Aneka and Ayo joined her, both submerged to their necks in the water as they sucked at his swollen balls, their soft full lips enveloping his hefty orbs. Their tongues massaged Mark's aching nuts, the guardswomen moaning and purring with pleasure as they worshipped their King's reproductive organs.

As their lips worked his balls and Okoye glurked on his shaft, Mark luxuriating in the sensations of their combined attention. He cast his gaze out to take in the bevy of lovely wet, glistening naked Dora surrounding him on all sides, eyes shining with desire.

The Dora Milaje were Wakanda's deadliest female warriors. Each one of them was a highly-trained and skilled fighter, capable of taking on entire groups of opponents. Their fierce dedication and loyalty were unquestionable, and they were willing to lay down their lives in defense of their King.

Now these fierce warriors were completely devoted to their Master, Mark, as their King and the sole focus of their carnal desires. All of them wanted nothing more than to serve as his willing concubines, to pleasure and satisfy him in any way they could.

Even the few lesbians among them, like Ayo down there, found themselves overcome with lust when in Mark's presence. The irresistible allure of his sexual energy drew them to him like moths to a flame, and they could not help but give in to their desires.

In the pool, he watched their voluptuous breasts bob and sway above the water, their glistening ebony skin shining in the low lighting. Their sensuous bodies were toned and sculpted from years of rigorous training, and their lithe muscles rippled and flexed with each movement.

As Mark watched, he could see their arousal growing, the air filling with the scent of their lust. His own desire swelled in response, his thick cock throbbing and straining with the need to plunge into one of their wet, willing cunts.

As such it was not too long before he was sitting on the ledge with his legs in the water as Okoye cored herself on his dick, her long, shapely brown legs hooked around his waist. Ayo and Aneka bobbed below her, greedily slurping Mark's swollen, dripping nuts.

They were both so turned on that his pre-cum and her juices were flowing out from the brown labia stretched around his fat white cock, running into their mouths. Okoye's dark brown eyes rolled up in her head with pleasure as she bucked her hips, fucking Mark's huge white cock like it was her life's purpose.

Mark let his head loll back, savoring Okoye's snug channel clenching around his massive cock as she took her pleasure. The warrior woman moaned like a wanton whore, her full, supple breasts heaving in front of the King's face, erect nipples pointed at his face.

Her hips rolled in a slow, sensuous grind, thighs flexing and tensing as she rotated her hips, taking the King's member deeper and deeper into her tight channel. Mark's engorged, pulsing cock spread her inner walls wide, the sheer girth and length of the monstrous organ causing Okoye to gasp and shudder as she accommodated the King's massive scepter.

Mark wrapped his lips around one of Okoye's chocolate-brown nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip, eliciting a pleasured gasp from the warrior woman as he bit down on the erect nub, his mouth pulling on her swollen nipple as his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin.

Meanwhile, his hands were filled with her ample backside, his fingers digging into the soft, meaty flesh of Okoye's curvaceous ass. He squeezed the fleshy globes, nails digging into the soft brown skin and eliciting a moan from the warrior woman as the King's grip tightened, his cock throbbing inside her as she bounced in his lap.

It wasn't long before he finally felt compelled to release the enormous load that Wolverine had so frantically gotten started but missed out on.

Mark roared, his hands digging into her asscheeks, cock slamming against the base of her womb as his swollen balls tensed up, and then he erupted. Thick ropes of hot, sticky cum exploded from his cock, flooding Okoye's pussy as he filled her womb.

The warrior woman's eyes widened, her inner walls clamping down on Mark's pulsating member, as if trying to milk every last drop of his potent seed. His balls spasmed and twitched, and he grunted as he continued to release torrents of thick, creamy cum into Okoye's waiting womb.

In another part of the palace, Charles Xavier was experiencing a sympathetic orgasm. He ejaculated into Natasha Romanoff's mouth as he sat out on a balcony with an incredible view of the jungle. He'd been using the despised Widow's mouth as a holster for his flaccid penis for much of the morning. His pleasure went on for far longer than the contents of his balls as Mark's climax continued but he still managed to use his powers to transfer Okoye's pleasure to the rest of the Dora.

And just for fun, Daisy Johnson too along with the phantom sensation of his counterpart's cock inside of her.

It was an incredible sensation, Mark's orgasm echoing out across the collective telepathic links that his enslaved concubines and brainwashed subjects maintained with one another. He could feel their pleasure amplify and intensify as Okoye's climax triggered a cascade of orgasms within the harem.

Thighs clamped tightly together, fingers desperately groping at the slippery folds of their own pussies, hips humping wildly into the air as the Dora Milaje collectively experienced wave after wave of ecstatic orgasm.

Wet, panting gasps of breath, ragged with pleasure, echoed throughout the bath chamber as the Dora's bodies shook with intense bliss. Their eyes were glazed with lust, pupils dilated and mouths open in breathless moans, as their fingers frantically rubbed at their clits or plunged inside.

And all the while Mark's cock pumped load after load deep into Okoye's needy pussy, his thick semen flooding her womb and filling her completely. The excess was forcefully squirting out from the tight seal her pussy formed around the base of his shaft, his churning testicles disgorging their prodigious payload and spilling down Okoye's thick, shapely thighs.

Mark felt waves of euphoria radiating outwards from the pleasure centers of their brains, their minds overloaded with sexual bliss as their collective climax washed over them.

It was a thrilling, intoxicating sensation, feeling their shared ecstasy and pleasure wash over him, intensifying his own orgasm.

The Dora's voices raised in a cacophony of moans and pleasured screams, their orgasms echoing throughout the bath chamber and reverberating through the telepathic link of Mark's **** harem, and their collective pleasure fed back into his own mind, amplifying his own climax.