A New Day in Parad-er... Hell's Kitchen

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Ahh, New York. No place on Earth could be so beautiful and bustling at night, yet so loud and angry in the mornings. Though they tried their best, the city’s hazy fusion cloud of both fall fog and taxi-cab fumes did nothing to obscure the sun’s bright beams from dancing around the apartment’s musty old curtains and hitting our protagonist’s lazy Tuesday directly in the face.

Mark's first conscious thoughts were accompanied by the pleasurable sensations of warm lips around his morning erection. There were quite a few at work and he could feel the warmth and weight of several bodies upon his legs and pressing in on either side.

Groggily opening his eyes, he gazed down to see the only vaguely familiar faces of half a dozen girls gazing back at him with worshipful eyes and smiling lips as they serviced him. Not nearly so gorgeous as his main ladies, they were still quite attractive.

Three Black girls, a Latina, an Asian, and a White girl with a shaved head and a nose ring. They were all young, at least eighteen years old but probably no more than twenty or so. Basically his age, even if he felt a lot older of late.

The ever delightfully buxom Felicia leaned in from her place on his right, nibbling on his ear, "Morning, my King." She purred, "you’ve been working so hard lately, I thought you deserved a nice fresh batch of newbies to wake up to."

"Mmmm. You do spoil me." Mark replied, returning her nuzzling with a kiss on the lips.

"Oh you so deserve it." Felicia sighed happily as she kissed him back, fluffy wrist cuffs gently caressing his face as she enjoyed her brief focus, "Now have fun. They may not have your favourite cat’s curves, but I chose them because they've never had dick before and are all absolutely virgin tight."

He watched the girls turn as if on cue, spinning on the bed so that his lower half was surrounded by a half circle of young firm booty. They all pulled aside their skimpy panties, offering their pussies for the plucking. His eyes roamed the salacious display of moist lips with pink interiors. He could practically smell their virginal purity, it was intoxicating. They squirmed in anticipation, eager for his cock to fill their tight, virgin pussies.

"Every lady in this universe is virgin tight," Mark pointed out as his hand descended onto one of the dark-skinned girls' bald twat, "But there's definitely something to be said for ruining these fresh pussies for the shrimp-dicks of this reality."

Mark's fingers slid into the cute mousy Asian's cunt, marveling at how tight she was. Felicia had done it again, the burglar always having the best tastes when it came to the NPCs of this universe. The other girls were practically drooling over Mark's touch, as if they had no experience and were simply overcome with their need. Their King playing a very lewd game of ‘eenie-meenie-moe’ by slowly pressing each of their shaven clits and watching their pussies gush from simple manipulation.

About forty-five minutes later saw six young feminine bodies strewn about the room, exhausted from Mark's fucking. It was nothing short of exhilarating to stretch their untouched pussies out with his big, thick cock, and the sounds they made as they came on his dick was almost as delightful.

Mark made a mental note to make a donation to NYU once he’d taken over. So many of his favourite tight cunts had come from that university.

Now they were splayed out, legs spread wide and holes gaping from being pounded for nearly an hour straight. They'd have plenty of time to recuperate. They were Felicia's housecats now after all, they'd be doing little but being fucktoys from now on.

Mark was soon stepping into the shower, savouring the feeling of the warm water running down his body. Felicia joined him, using her big soapy breasts to lather him up as the girls dazedly cleaned up and straightened the room from their festivities.

"That was a treat," Mark purred, kissing Felicia and squeezing her bubble butt with a slick, soapy hands, "How do you manage to find the time to get all these ladies?"

The Black Cat just purred at his groping, with such a proud and happy smile on her face it was hard not to tease the bombshell. “There’s a b-benefit by being mind controlled that no one ever really talks about… it’s the sense of purpose you get from knowing you’re working for the greater good.” Mark watched the girl with a little more added interest, raising an eyebrow as the warm shower rain cascaded down her beaming smile. “I need no more thinking time in my life, no more self doubt, no curiosity if I could be leading a better life… I know deep in my soul that you are my better life. I may be just a housecat to you, but making you happy is more emotionally fulfilling than anything I’ve ever stolen.”

Mark was impressed, he’d barely needed to press her for such a long sexy speech.

“I… I love you, Mark.” The cat nuzzled into his neck, continuing to slowly wash her master, “All the time I’m not with you aches, and so I fill it with hunting more women for you to enjoy. I am just an extension of your will, now and forever.”

His cock had gotten hard again, as she knew it always would, but was still happy to experience the full glory against her wet skin. Though Felicia knew what she really wanted, a proper response to her admittance, was very unlikely with Mark’s heart belonging to those two mutants lost in the multiverse.

Yet miracles can still happen, even in crappy apartments on 13th street.

“I love you too, Felicia,” Mark admitted with a whisper into her ear, “Though I love all my slaves equally, I’ve been thinking for a while of making you, America, and Nat into my circle of wives. Is that something y-mph!?”

Felicia Hardy was still a thief at heart, she’d never expected to steal something like the love of a great king, she could still take his lips when she wanted to. Their hot passionate love burning brighter than the shower that rained down on them. She kissed so intensely, tears thankfully covered by the cleansing water, unable to even get words out she felt so happy. She would have already loved him regardless of his feelings towards her, yet here she was… loved in return.

Mark made a mess of the shower, and a mess of Felicia’s pussy after that. They were both rather pruned when they finally stepped out to get dry.

After such an active morning, Mark was definitely hungry so he headed to breakfast across the hall. All he put on was a thick terrycloth robe, leaving it open to display the full sweep of his body, including his thick dick hanging heavily between his legs. His massive cock was practically the symbol of his royal authority, and it felt good to flaunt it openly.

The living area of an entire apartment had been converted into his dining room, the whole floor having been vacated of its residents to create a private space just for him and his inner circle. The former American citizens and now lowly peasants of the Phoenix Kingdom were all too happy to relinquish their homes for their King.

The fact that their familial situations were whatever he said they were meant being packed into tighter quarters below was basically no inconvenience at all. As far as they were concerned, living in their old apartments apart from their 'true' family members had been the true indignity.

Damn that inexplicable Thanos! And those useless Avengers! They all agreed. He had wiped out half of existence with the Snap and scrambled the memories of those left behind for utterly inscrutable reasons.

Now only Good King Mark's power could restore things to right. He could restore those they ‘truly’ loved. Only a touch of the Phoenix King's hand (or cock!) could erase the Snap and return all to how it should have been.

Mark chuckled at the notion. He was basically the new Thanos in this weird washed out world. Just a different kind of Mad Titan who only made things better.

Felicia (currently under the table and sucking her new husband’s cock) was the only one of his close companions at breakfast today, America and Nat were elsewhere working on their own master plans. Not that they were alone, there were several pretty things around, attending to his needs and waiting to be taken. Some nude, some only in lingerie, they were all ripe and ready to be fucked if he desired.

Of course, there was also Mrs. Sanders, who he most certainly DID NOT want to fuck. She was a rather rotund sixty-something grandma that all agreed was the best cook in the building. She bustled about, making sure he had a delicious meal of fresh steak and pancakes before him while trying her best to appear invisible. That she couldn't keep her eyes off his dick was cute, the poor dear must not have gotten any in ages.

Heh. He'd have Luke give her a good plowing later.

She certainly deserved it. Every meal she prepared Mark was a delicious feast as if she were cooking for royalty. Which, of course, she believed wholeheartedly that she was.

Afterwards, he wandered the halls of the apartment complex, taking stock of his subjects as they went about their business.

A middle-aged blonde with a bit of a doughy body was on her knees, scrubbing the floor with a brush, wearing only a tiny string bikini. She was kind of pretty and no doubt she was spending hours a day in the makeshift gym on the first floor to get hot and sexy like a proper Phoenix Kingdom lady. Mark almost remembered what she looked like when he first got here, and he had to admit the depressed round bachelorette had come along way to become this fairly nice beauty. Her long blonde hair was up in a high ponytail that swished side to side as she worked. She looked up when she heard his approach and smiled, "Good morning, Your Majesty."

Her gaze remained fixed to his cock, hanging right at eye level, "Good morning. Enjoying the work?"

"Absolutely, Your Majesty. It's the best work I've ever done." She said, sounding genuinely pleased, her cheeks turning slightly red "I've never felt this happy or fulfilled."

She was clearly enamored with his cock and her desire to service it was plain to see. Mark smiled, "Hmm, I’m getting that a lot today. What were you in your fake life?"

"An analyst. A cubicle drone, really. Boring. Tedious. Pointless. Nothing mattered, nothing I did had any real impact on anything." She said, her eyes locked onto Mark's big swinging dick, "Now my life has purpose. I'm serving my King. It's the best thing I've ever experienced."

“And what is your name?”

“Whatever you wish it to be, sir.”

Mark smiled, his power was evident. This blonde analyst was living a happier life as a janitor than she was as an office worker. He took the soft length of his dick in hand, "Good job, Slutty Mary. As a little reward, go ahead and have a quick suck."

Her eyes flew open wide in surprise and delight and she quickly rose to her knees to wrap her lips around his thick, spongy head. The newly dubbed Slutty Mary sucked gently, almost reverently, swirling her tongue around Mark's glans. Honour and pride filled her soul knowing she’d been given a new, far better name in her life by the King of everything. She barely remembered her old name already, Slutty Mary fit so much better than anything that could have possibly come before.

With the end of his cock inside her mouth, her mind was open to his power and he didn't need to voice his command for her to stop. She pulled off him and then began to cum explosively.

Her tiny bikini bottom was no obstacle as she soaked them through instantly, her clear juices spraying from her bald pussy with enough **** to splatter the hallway floor.

Mark watched her writhing with erratic pleasure at his feet, her body convulsing with orgasmic bliss. Slutty Mary cried out with pleasure, "Ahhhh...Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Aiiiieeeee!"

As her climax subsided, Mark reached down and patted her on the head, "That was very nice. Have fun with your work today."

She looked up at him, shuddering with pleasure and adoration, "T-thank you, Your Majesty. I'll do my best!" She said, giving Mark a broad smile, her juices continuing to trickle down her thick thighs.

He continued down the hall, taking the elevator to the fifth floor at random to survey his holdings. It was one of his favourite things to do as the king. After all, he should get out and interact with his people from time to time.
Flaccid cock slapping the insides of his thighs pleasantly as he strode along, Mark walked the hallways and common areas of the apartment building.

It had only been a few weeks since he had claimed the building and it was already showing the results of his benevolent rule. There was a bustling feeling in the halls and people were always working towards improving their home.
Something about what Felicia had said seemed to strike a chord with Mark as he investigated the halls. Whereas before there had been boredom and apathy, now there was purpose and drive. Mark had single-handedly transformed the building from a depressed hive of despair into a vibrant community of productive citizens who were living the best lives they could.

In a way, he truly was the Phoenix King. He had turned the ashes of these drab people's previous lives into something better. He was like a sun that was the center of their existence and they were simply basking in his rays.

Mark felt a swelling of pride as he realized how much his rule had changed things and how much happier everyone seemed to be under his reign. Mark knew this was just a byproduct of his power, of him being a mutant capable of brainwashing and altering people's perception of reality but he didn't care.

He could see how the other Mark had built his Markanda, his completely subjugated Wakanda. When you could rewrite an entire person's very soul with just a touch, the possibilities were almost endless.

As Mark passed, everyone he encountered was deferential and eager to please him, regardless of gender or age. There wasn't a single person in the apartment that wasn't happy to be there and Mark couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph.

He hadn't won, of course. This was small potatoes compared to his ambitions of taking over this world, and taking back all that he had lost but it was a start.

The Phoenix Kingdom was just beginning to spread its wings and Mark was eager to take the next steps in his plans for domination.

For now, however, he was content to bask in his power and the adulation of his followers.
He strode through the apartment building, taking in the sights and sounds of his domain. The women, young and old, beautiful or not, were eager to serve him.

The men were likewise deferential and attentive to his needs.

This adoration, this... worship was intoxicating.

The doors to every apartment were wide open and Mark could see people engaged in a variety of activities within. Some were studying or working on their computers, some were cleaning, some were cooking or watching tv. There was plenty of recreational sex going on as well. In this Kingdom the fucking didn't take place behind closed doors, it was simply a part of everyday life and everyone participated whenever they felt like it.

The stories from the apartment were always fun to hear. Childhood friends had finally crossed lines together, lusty women were encouraged to use men’s cocks as masturbation tools, and the amount of familial homes improved by mothers and sisters opening their holes to sons and fathers could bring a tear to anyone’s face.

Mark stopped in the doorway of an apartment, cock at half-mast as he observed the activity within. Two teenaged girls were on their phones on the couch, chatting animatedly. One was White, the other was Hispanic. Their bodies were petite but well-developed, and they were both clothed only in the barest scraps of lingerie. Looking more like they were from caveman times rather than modern eighteen year olds.

A trio of guys were playing something on one of the game consoles they had in this universe and through the open door to a bedroom he could see the four adult 'parents' of this blended family unit having sex. The middle-aged woman with the big juicy black ass was getting it roughly in both her holes while lazily giving the third man a handjob. Only one of those men had been her original husband before Mark came and changed their world. Now they all were.

On a whim, he decided to step inside.

In about three minutes, he had one of the girls' bleached blonde head jammed awkwardly into the corner of the armrest. Her spray-tanned ass lifted high above her heaving shoulders as she bucked her hips and sodden pussy against his meat. The second girl was sitting beside her phone on the coffee table, fingers pumping away as she stared, rapt, at Mark's pistoning cock stretching the other's twat. Hoping dearly her turn would be next.

"Oh fuck...Oh God...Oh King!...It's so fucking good!" The blonde moaned as Mark pounded her cunt.

"Yeah? You like it?" He asked, smirking.

"I love it! I fucking love it! You're the fucking Phoenix King, Your Majesty!" She cried as Mark pounded her pussy, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her hips bucked frantically, desperately, trying to take him deeper. She was in heaven. This was what her entire life had been leading up to. She had finally found her true purpose and that purpose was to serve her King.

The other girl's hand was a blur, her fingers pumping rapidly as she watched Mark pound the blonde.

"Oh God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh King!" She screamed, her body trembling as her orgasm swept over her.

The boys were in a similar state, their online game easily ignored as their hands fisted their pricks to the debaucherous scene before them. Knowing their sister’s hole would be ruined by the King’s cock for them just made them hotter. The 'mother' had come around and was now opening her mouth wide for both the boys and the newly wanking men.

It was a great start to the day.