A Week Passes and Someone Commissions a Lewd Scene

*This is a commission by Zenalite with edits by me, Cross C. As such the POV gets a bit wonky but I think it is perfectly understandable…

The African sun could have been **** even for a Californian girl like Jubilee; but their confines within the Wakandan palace were cool and relaxing. Maybe a little too relaxing given that they were all the captives of a kid.

Here she was, chill-axing basically on a pool lounge chair on a palatial balcony like ten stories up the side of Wakanda’s Royal Palace, looking out on an absolutely wicked view of the city and the gorgeous jungle beyond. There were scantily clad servants ready to serve them in basically every way imaginable, including room-service and incredible massages on demand. They were prisoners, but their jail cell was basically the most ritzy pent-house suite ever with not one, but three! giant jacuzzi tubs. There was
basically a home theater with super-comfy automatically reclining chairs and a holographic display that took up the whole side of one room. Too bad it only played Wakandan News channels or just straight up PORN apparently recorded from Mark's bedroom or wherever else he decided to lay down that righteous dick! There was even a super well-stocked bar that the others were being total d-bags about not sharing with her!

If she was old enough to get her pussy fucking demolished by some bad-ass Master-dude even younger than her, she should sure as hell be able to drink some ****!

It was pretty fucked up that they were stuck here and that they were all being mind-controlled by a mutant super-villain, but things could definitely be worse. She had to hand it to the guy, Mark may have been evil but he was a great host!

About a week had passed since Jubilee and the others were sequestered under the watchful gazes of the unflinching Wakandan guards. It was difficult for the Californian to say just how much she could trust her own thoughts since the last time she crossed paths with Mark, the gifted mutant scrambled her brains completely.

Now she was here at the palace with all the others, walking around in colored g-strings like pornstars on a movie set. But with the director absent, their only task became to prepare for when he would re-appear. That was how life was now: on when Mark was there and off when he wasn’t.

The worst part was that she secretly wanted the kid to come back to them. One of the first things he did when bringing them to the palace was take his time fucking each captive, a feeling which Jubilee wasn’t soon to forget. She considered herself relatively experienced in these matters despite her age, and yet nothing could have prepared her for the excellent dicking he gave her.

The young Asian always thought the best fucking of her life would come from an experienced older man, not some teen that was still just eighteen years old. And yea, Mark had made that particular late-night totally secret fantasy come true when he made Logan fuck her ever-living brains out in front of everybody! But somehow, that life-changing power-fuck had been nothing compared to her time with Mark. Each time his shaft went inside Jubilee could feel her pussy stretching around the veiny girth, barely able to take it in. The few times she glanced at it, it looked too big to be real, and she assumed both her mental image of the big strong cock along with her heavenly pleasure had to result from his psychic interference.

And yet all the other female mutants reported the same thing. Even the few that once had their way with Logan as well, whose dick was legendary according to rumors and Jubilee’s own experience now, found this Mark guy to be extraordinary. As much as they hated being locked up here, they secretly wished he would come and fuck them again. Jubilee wondered, given the choice, how many would sooner stay trapped here if leaving meant never getting fucked by him again.

I do kind of want to feel his dick again, too, that’s the bad part, Jubilee thought, ashamed of herself for being so base. It was just that nothing ever felt as good. Even on her second day here, her legs were still quivering slightly from what he had done to her the day before.

She found herself recalling an event that had taken place earlier, one hand sliding across her bright yellow thong. Idly, she found herself wishing she had one of the large dildos or vibrators their apartments apparently came equipped with.

“Do you think Professor X is just pretending?” Kitty had asked her as she daydreamed. Though the rest got adjusted to the situation within reason, Kitty remained as panicked as she was during the arrival.

They were all in the outdoors training area they’d spent each day in, a far cry from the Danger Room back home, surrounded by beautiful gardens and black body-building dudes with only their crotches and faces covered with blank steel, red capes falling off their rock-like shoulders.

“I mean, you should know him better than I do.”

“Yeah. But. I don’t know. This is just a kid, you know?”

Magma scoffed. “Age is but a number. Professor X himself once stood where you do now. If you possess the right powers, age is irrelevant. I may be young, but I could vanquish most mutants in battle.”

Cyclops stepped between them and stared down Magma. “If you’re so confident in your abilities, why have you stopped training? Do everything as you’re told and learn to work as a team. You’re not here to waste time. Mark wants everyone ready to deploy if need be.”

Jubilee gulped and stepped away from him. Out of all the mutants she had come across, Cyclops seemed like the one least likely to be able to accept this slavish treatment being imposed. But whatever the kid did to him, this Scott Summers was completely bent to his will.

The Cyclops they knew was basically gone and replaced with this overlord watching over them in order to please his master, Mark.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he repeated, raising his voice. “Keep practicing your powers.”

“Why?” Magma’s eyes narrowed, her gaze fierce. “What ailment afflicts you? Observe us!” Her hands gestured to everyone's g-strings. “We are not clad for training. This is madness. Has your mind been addled?”

His steely gaze did not waver. “On your knees,” he ordered.

Magma’s eyes held him in disbelief. “Truly, you jest?” Under his intense scrutiny, Magma’s bravado faltered. “Alright, alright, we’ll return to training. Come, sisters!”

Cyclops couldn't accept this young student giving him mouth. If it were only about him, then maybe he would have written it off as bad manners as a result of her youth that she would outgrow. But considering his master was younger still and not only deserved and commanded but earned complete respect and obedience, tarnishing his image by speaking dismissively to one of his representatives was highly unacceptable.

Under his intense scrutiny, Magma’s bravado faltered. “Alright, alright, we’ll return to training. Come, sisters!”

Scott watched as she, Jubilee, and Kitty, began to practice at synchronizing their skills in the way that Mark wanted them to by working on each other’s strengths and weaknesses. The others around the open courtyard were staring at Scott still, though, and he could feel the tension as Rogue and others looked away.

They still don’t get what’s going on here, thought Cyclops. They think that this is some game that’s going to end and that things will go back to normal. Only a few like him saw enough to truly comprehend the full extent of where things were going and the implications of Mark’s powers. Beast understood they needed to fall in line and found joy in doing so, but these young ladies were insubordinate. Even Professor X was fine with the situation. How could these kids be so disrespectful?

“I said on your knees!” Cyclops boomed.

The chatter in the area came to a silent end. All eyes turned to him, while Magma began to tremble slightly. Only his Royal Guardsmen remained unperturbed, silent watchers waiting for any real sign of **** **** that needed quelling.

Scott went over to Magma. The tanned brunette gazed at him numbly, at a loss for words. His eyes scanned her slender, toned body, remembering just how much Mark had enjoyed ravishing her hot pussy. “On your knees.”

“Come on, what has she done?” Jubilee asked, her tone indignant.

Shadowcat grabbed him by the wrist. “Scott, come on!” she whispered. “She’s doing it now. See? We’re training.”

“You two as well,” he ordered. “Go on. Down to your knees.”

All three of them looked horrified about what might come. Being used by some guy they never knew before was one thing, but getting fucked by a familiar face was completely different. Mark was already fond of getting many his captives reacquainted in just that manner. Getting them to fuck one another was a great way to forge new connections between the squads he was trying to bring about.

The others pretended not to notice but Cyclops quickly brought it to their attention. “Hey!” He whistled. “Eyes here. Just so we’re all clear, you are all under my orders according to Mark himself.” The way he said the name carried the same weight as if he had invoked a supreme deity. “You will respect him. And to do that, you will respect me and do as I tell you.”

“Your bodies are not your property anymore, that’s an idea you’re going to have to get used to. You’ll do exactly as Mark tells you, whenever he tells you. The quicker you get adjusted to the reality that you’re here to serve him and be modeled according to his will, the quicker we can dispense with the guards, the **** psychic manipulation, and everything else. So follow this one simple lesson: Do as you’re told.”

Finally, the look in their eyes told him that a bit of his menace broke through. Even the Shield Agent Quake appeared a bit fearful, though her superior, Agent Hill just looked on impassively, as if she wasn’t standing there in just a thong, great big breasts on display. It was a shame that Jean wasn’t here to see him enforcing the law like this. Though, of course, she was just as brain-washed as Scott, so Jubilee imagined she would probably be tickled pink by it all.

Mark had requested Logan the other night,and he had yet to return. Thinking about what must have been happening was enough to get Scott horny, and his own cock ached for release for hours now. Was Mark ordering Logan to ravish Jean once more? Though he was unhappy with the behavior he saw on display from these three, at the very least he would get to satisfy himself.

He slowly took out his dick and let it flop down in front of Magma’s face. “Open your mouth.” Reluctantly, she did. “Now take it inside.”

At first she cringed as if she hated doing it; but once Scott put his hand firmly on her head and ran his fingers through her hair, her face relaxed. The truth was that all of them were horny. Even Jubilee and Shadowcat were staring at his shaft with appetite. “You want it too?” he asked them.

Shadowcat bobbed her head slowly. “Yeah,” she admitted, feeling a little uneasy.

But Jubilee was the one to snatch the dick next all for herself. All that thinking about Mark’s big dick made her pussy ache, and just the sight of a dick nearby was giving her bad thoughts.

Plus, it was kind of hot to see Cyclops all nasty and bothered. He looked like Hercules, all glistening muscles, stomach ribbed for her pleasure, in his silly and sexually absurd version of his usual X-Uniform. She gazed up at him as she swallowed the full length of his stiff seven inch cock, lodging it down her throat.

“Fuck,” Cyclops groaned, throwing his head back. He hadn’t expected her to go at it so hard and so fast.

“Jesus,” Magma whispered, blushing. “You’re good.”

She should be, Jubilee found herself thinking smugly. She'd taken every inch of Logan's fat dick so Scott's was a cinch, to say nothing of Mark’s huge prick.

Shadowcat just sat and watched as Jubilee choked on his cock, absentmindedly bringing her fingers up to rub her small breasts. “Let me try.”

Scott pulled his shaft out of Jubilee and watched the drool spill out of her small mouth down across her petite and perky breasts. Her stubby brown eraser-like nipples glistened. The Asian reached down and started rubbing her pussy, licking her lips as her friend got ready to go next.

As he looked in Shadowcat’s **** eyes, he got the desire to show her just how rough he could go. Scott grabbed her head with both hands and pushed down her throat with one savage thrust, bringing her face all the way up to rub against the base of his dick. Kitty struggled and choked on his dick, tapping his thighs, thick dollops of regurgitated drool flying from her flaring nostrils. Scott held her for a few more seconds; then he released and slapped her face with his dick as she coughed.

His dick was so hard that it shot out straight from his body, reflecting into the eyes of the three girls kneeling at his feet. Jubilee and Magma both wanted to get back on it, but met each other at his head. Instead of giving way to one or the other, they began to lick and kiss his shaft in unison as Kitty worked her way down to his balls.

Cyclops pet them all lovingly on the head as they pleased him, knowing everyone in the courtyard watched their performance. His students had now become sluts to be used. The three girls took turns in swallowing his dick, encouraging one another to hold it down longer and impress Scott. He silently praised Mark, knowing he would have never experienced such pleasures without his King’s power.

One after another, they gargled on his dick, squeezing it down their throats, their bodies glistening in the Wakandan sun with hot ropes of spit.

Scott could feel that he was getting close to coming. He held Jubilee’s head and throatfucked her mercilessly, forcing her lips to stretch and kiss the base of his cock each time his shaft thrust down into her throat. The little Asian took it well; Kitty and Magma meanwhile worshiped his balls, sucking on them lovingly, slurping them deep as he prepared to unleash his load on all three.

Jubilee could barely hear anything but the wet sounds of Scott’s dick moving in and out of her. The spit even got in her ears, which already popped and rang unpleasantly as he rammed the throbbing shaft down her throat. All she did was stare up at him as he fed her his dick, making sure he was happy with using her as a good fucktoy. It was strange to think that only a few years ago she would’ve bumped into him at the Academy without ever thinking anything sexual could happen between them. Now she wondered how she didn’t **** on his dick in all these years.

All because of Mark.

“Tell me you want it,” Scott ordered her. But his dick was pushed in so deep that her nose got crushed against his body, bubbling up with her mouth juices. Jubilee could barely breathe. “Tell me you want my load,” he ordered.

The **** Jubilee struggled to open her jaw even wider and tried to produce the words. “I want it.”

Whatever garbled sentence came out of her mouth, Cyclops seemed pleased enough. He thrust into her a couple more times, then took out his dick and stroked it as the three brought their heads together with ****, open mouths.

Looking down at them, Scott rubbed his wet dick and took a shuddering breath. Their faces were so destroyed that he smiled. Christ, I did that?

The ropes of his seed shot across all three of them as they kissed the head of his cock, begging for his sweet cum. They kept kissing for more even after he finished, trying to eat the load from each other’s mouth.

As he took a deep breath, totally spent, Cyclops wondered again where his Jean could be and whether or not she was enjoying herself.

In the present, Jubilee twitched and groaned quietly, one hand worked beneath her thong, stroking her clit frantically as she relived the erotic memory in her mind, thankful that none of the rest of the captives had joined her out on the balcony.

She squealed into her fist and made her panties dark with moisture underneath the brilliant African sun, leaving her to figure out how to hide her sexual expression given her lack of anything else to wear.

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Logan felt a little dizzy.

After what turned out to be a night that consisted entirely of fucking, he was feeling surprisingly refreshed. The dizziness, most likely, was a result of the constant state of arousal he found himself in. Ever since Mark put his hands on him, Logan was feeling a desire to fuck and breed unlike anything he experienced before. No matter how much he fucked, the heat and stiffness never went away. Just like a bull in mating season, thought the grizzled mutant.

Mark, on the other hand, was amazed with Wolverine’s fortitude. There was no wonder all the mutants showed such a reverence for him when he could both take and dish out so much. The night before, Mark put together Jean, Ororo, and Logan for a foursome that turned out to be spectacular. Mark enjoyed himself tremendously as he pumped the noble Storm right under the gaze of a Jean that mumbled, lost in her arousal, half-broken by cock. Logan might not have had a cock as big as him, but the man was possessed with a ferocity while fucking that Mark wasn’t sure he could ever muster himself. Logan was practically half-animal in those moments. If there was no one there to stop him, there was no knowing how far he might go with some of these poor women.

“That’s what makes you so fun,” Mark explained.

They were walking the halls of the palace to meet with the rest of his conquered mutants, Mark leading the way with Logan at his side, while the boy’s three ‘wives’, Jean, Ororo, and Mystique trailed behind.. He was completely nude, a bit weird given that the other four were dressed but he sure as shit preferred it that way to wearing one of those damn thongs the Wakandans insisted upon.

“What does?”

“When you fuck, it doesn’t seem that different from when you fight. It’s just pure unbridled rage either way.”

Logan made a face, feeling humiliated. He was more than just that. “If you say so.”

“I mean it as a compliment.” Mark had never said anything to pester the guy, but it was clear that Wolverine’s pride was a little hurt. Not so much from being made into a tool that could at times fulfill the role of a sex ****, that part he could live with; he just hated the fact that he had been bested by yet another, when he already dealt with so much from Xavier and Magneto.

Either way, Mark had no intention of harming them. Any of them. They would be his helpers in creating a new world. There would be no more fighting among mutants. At most the mutants would learn to breed and do so as much as possible. One could never know what might result from unlikely pairings. Who was to say what next generation godlike mutant would be created from these days of pleasure in the palace?

They came before a pair of intricately decorated doors that stretched up to the ceiling. The Wakandan guards opened them so they could pass and stepped aside, reverently bowing their heads to their king and master.

As Mark made his way through the palace, his black minions either stared at him openly, or looked away in embarrassment as their genitals went wild, pretending not to be seen. Once they arrived in the harem he could see that his loyal Cyclops had been hard at work.

“Mark,” said Cyclops respectfully, almost dropping to his knee before his leader stopped him. “Jean…”

The rooms he'd given his crew of perfectly servile X-Men were honestly amazing.

The first and largest room was very large and circular with a big round orgy bed in the center. Around it were love-seats and slight couches along with a few sex-benches that had fairly large dildos thrusting up delightfully from them. To one side was an obvious sex-swing.

“Hello, my fellow mutants,” said Mark respectfully, folding his hands. “I have good news. I’ve decided that since today will be the seventh day of your conversion to my cause, we will have a grand celebration. And I want you all to enjoy yourselves. So! Choose your partners and let’s begin.”

He stood there, waiting for them to act. They all stood still, waiting on whatever orders were to follow. “I suppose if you want me to help you, I can do that,” Mark said. He spun around the room on his heels and kept his finger pointed. He landed on Iceman. “You know what goes well with ice, don’t you?” Iceman shook his head. “Why, fire, of course. Magma! The two of you should go great together. Let’s see it happen.”

At first, neither one of them made a move. But Mark could feel Professor X shifting through his surface-level thoughts. The old man took the orders and drilled them into the **** Iceman and Magma, who soon moved kiss and embrace each other, now filled with a mad lust to touch, fuck, and enjoy one another to the best of their abilities.

“Well, who’s next?” said Mark. His eyes swept across the hall, taking in just how many of the beautiful women around were ready to be used. He spotted Jubilee at Cyclop's feet, staring right at him. There was a gleam of profound desire in her eyes that he did nothing to bring about. In fact, most of the girls in the room looked towards him as if he were the partner they wanted.

“Well…” said Mark slowly. “If that’s how it’s to be. Let’s do it differently then. Guys, why don’t you drop on your knees and make sure you make these girls nice and wet for me? I think I’ll be passing by through each of them soon enough.”
The command was picked up and most of the males mutants around the room sought the partners closest to them, spreading their legs wide open so they could eat them out. In the few cases where there weren’t enough guys, the girls paired up with one another.

Mark made his way slowly towards Emma Frost, who looked up at him with a smug look as she lounged on a small sofa, Gambit's head between her thighs. The closer he got, the higher she raised her right leg, offering Mark a glimpse at the red-eyed mutant's affections. He was lapping at her folds with enthusiastic dives of his fairly long tongue before switching to sucking at her clit and pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy.

“May I help you?”, he returned her smirk and lifted up one of her arms. “You may.” He turned the blonde around to take a look at her round ass and toned body. From the rest of the room, the low moans of the girls getting eaten out began to flow, while smoke curled from where Magma and Iceman fucked. The two were intimately intertwined, and the sight of his icy cock sliding into her fiery pussy made Mark’s cock twitch.

He brought his dick down on top of Emma Frost’s ass, rubbing it between the firm cheeks. She was still pretending not to enjoy herself too much, but that he knew based on their previous sessions was fakery. If he were to pick a few that would stay loyal to him even if his powers completely went away, then Frost would be among them. What she needed wasn’t psychic manipulation - only his big dick.

“Come on already,” she cooed. “Are you going to do it or what?”

Mark slapped her ass playfully. “Calm down, Ms. Frost.”

It felt good to fuck fuck a gorgeous blonde and even better to have his way with a woman so much older than him. But to have such a powerful mutant fall to his cock like an ordinary whore was the biggest pleasure of all.

He looked to the side to see Remy sitting there with his dick in hand, his g-string's pouch just pushed to the side. Smirking he told him, "You're going to cum big in ten seconds. Make sure you get it all in Rogue's mouth."

His eyes went wide and he rushed to his feet, "Yes, master!"

As the nearly naked man quickly moved away, Mark turned back to Emma and maneuvered his cockhead right between those pussylips the Cajun mutant had got nice and juicy for him.

As soon as he entered her, he could hear her gasp from the full size of his brutish cock going all the way inside with one single powerful thrust. There was real shock written on her face; but Mark simply brushed aside the blonde hair and gave her a kiss. “I’m sorry, Ms. Frost, but there’s no real time for a warm-up. I’ve got a lot of other beautiful ladies waiting for me.”

Just a hint of indignancy. “You’re calling other girls beautiful as you’re inside of me? What a punk. How dare you?”

His strong shaft began to pump her in and out at a steady pace while the hands gripped her beyond curvaceous body. It felt great just to hold her, and Mark could imagine what she must have felt when that entire shaft came bearing down all the way up into her tiny waist. From the mindless look on her face and the rolling eyes, he already knew that he had made her his. Frost’s trembling lips opened to make a snarky comment, but Mark thrust into her so hard that the only thing that came was a high-pitched yelp.

She instinctively tried to curl up, but there was nowhere to go. As he held her, Mark could feel her mind struggling to stay focused in spite of the waves of pleasuring crashing against it. Just relax and take it, said the undercurrent in her mind. There’s no point in denying yourself such amazing pleasure.

She became like clay in his hands as he rammed into her again and again, his body slapping against her ass till her thighs quivered and shimmered from the juices running down. “It’s so good…” Frost cried, blushing at her own aroused state. “Too good.”

“You’re mine now, Emma,” he whispered raunchily, impaling her so thoroughly on his dick that the blonde simply shook underneath him, riding her orgasm. “You’re going to serve me. Because if you don’t... I’ll never fuck you again.”

Frost bit her lip and finished coming, too proud to respond in any other way.
Mark effortlessly pulled out, his towering dick throbbing and ready for his next partner.

Nearby, Rogue was on the floor getting eaten out by Nightcrawler, lewdly squeezing her huge breasts. Despite her thick curves, her legs were bent almost all the way over her chest, pushing the huge tits together. Gambit was slumped on his knees above her head, a dazed look in his eyes, and a dopey smile twisting his lips. His spent dick was shrunken on top of his balls from his recent mega climax though it wouldn't remain that way for long given the commands Mark had going around.

There wasn't even the slightest drop of semen visible on the Southern beauty's lips and face, speaking to either Remy's aim or the power of Mark's command over her mind.

Mark tapped Kurt on the back. “That’s enough for now, I’ll take it from here.”
As soon as she lay eyes on him, Rogue eagerly grabbed his wrists. “Mark…” she whispered emotionally. “Oh Mark.”

“Wow, you’re eager,” he said, lovingly stroking her cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

He knew from her deepest, darkest thoughts that she enjoyed getting it rough, and his hands slipped around her neck as his dick made its way inside.

Some of her gratitude towards him was even real though tinged with guilt because Mystique and Shuri's little collaborative project had born fruit. Only five days and Rogue now wore a very thin and unobtrusive collar that neutralized her mutant powers. It was a far cry from the bulky cludge of a device that was the Genosha Inhibitor Collar, essentially just a particularly tight gold-chain necklace utilizing the same sort of Wakandan tech that went into the Black Panther habits and his Royal Guard cock-rings. With a telepathic command it could be turned off in an instant and transform Rogue back into the invincible flying brick with soul-sucking powers should the need arise.

Mark lowered his head down into the heat between her breasts and let his dick do all work. Her plump tits moved back and forth with his fast strokes, swaying hypnotically. As he brought his gaze to meet hers he could see the dull look of complete and utter obedience in her green eyes. All she wanted was to get fucked by him and be his property, from now until forever.

Mark would do her that service. Strange to think that she had put up such a fight when they first crossed paths. Now she was as pliable and yielding as a piece of candy, her brain nothing but a sponge to absorb the dirtiest thoughts and instincts.

“Don’t stop fucking me, sir,” she begged him. “Please don’t stop.”

Mark wasn’t planning to. He sucked hard on her breasts, stretching her nipples with his teeth as his massive dick went in and out of her tight, wet pussy. For a moment Mark lost himself as well and could hear nothing but the sloshing of her drenched lips as he clobbered her insides with his shaft. Her moans were overwhelming. The entire edifice of her luscious body was so hot that he could have passed out between those cuddly and squishy boobs. Rogue even squeezed them together, covering his face as the dick ploughed through her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him down so he wouldn’t go anywhere.

Yes, a very different experience from how they first met, her powerfully resisting his soldiers before becoming a simple vegetable under the combined psychic weight of his White Queen and Psylocke.

“Please don’t stop fucking me,” she begged. “Don’t stop. Please!”

Mark let his fingers **** her throat so hard that she just croaked and lost her voice. He brought himself up, his eyes boring down into hers as her thick body prepared to come and take his seed. “Go on,” he ordered her. “Tell me not to stop.”

Rogue’s eyes rolled in pleasure as she attempted to speak, her hands lovingly stroking his wrists as he plunged into her with one final brutal push. Mark could feel her entire body vibrating for him as her pussy blossomed with pleasure. Mark let loose inside of her as well, letting all the pent-up seed go right into her womb. So much sweat glimmered on her face that Rogue appeared as if she were melting away.

Mark kissed her breathlessly and giggled darkly. Then he rose, ready to go again. He took a look around the room to see who might be next, but found Jubilee on her knees trying to suck off his dick before he could decide: “Please fuck me, Mark. Sir,” she corrected herself, smiling awkwardly. “Just fuck me, I’m begging you. I’ll do whatever you want.”

There was no time for him to give confirmation as she was already going down on him and tugging him down. Mark cackled at her enthusiasm and lowered himself, noticing that even a few of the stylish and cool Markandan guards were looking over to see what the commotion was.

“Knock yourself out.” He leaned in on his elbows and eyed her as she slurped up Rogue’s juices and cleaned his cock. There was both jealousy and joy in it - she seemed unhappy that he enjoyed Rogue’s firm yet lushly plump body and filled her up with his seed, but the taste of her sweet pussy was too much for Jubilee to resist altogether.

The young Asian choked herself on his cock till beautiful tears flowed down her concentrated face. She was getting so rough with her own throat in the way she took his dick that Mark could only imagine she wanted to prove to him how determined she was. “Please, Mark, fuck me again,” she begged. “And give me your cum this time? Pretty please?” She grinned and gave the tip of his throbbing cock a kiss. “Aren’t you tired of taking these middle-aged women?”

“Not at all,” said Mark, glancing at where Jean spread her legs and to let Scott eat her out. It wasn’t so long ago that she was being double-teamed by him and Logan.

Jubilee’s fingers came up and attempted to squeeze his nipples. “Wow,” said Mark with a laugh. “I get it. You’re eager.” But he was enjoying her throat too much to let her go. He brushed the hair from her eyes and called out. “Beast! Nightcrawler! Come here.”

The two mutants approached, both of them eyeing Jubilee’s tight little ass with some desire in their eyes. The two were really not that bad. Mark thought to reward them. “Why don’t you both take Ms. Jubilee here as she sucks me off? The same hole, mind you.”

Jubilee’s eyes went wide. “W-Wait,” she stammered. “I can’t take that!...” The energy was suddenly gone from her face.

“Shhh,” said Mark, patting her down as if he were calming down a dog and rubbing his thumb against her forehead as he soothed her deepest worries. “You’re going to enjoy it.” Even together, he made her think, they probably aren’t that much bigger than this cock you’re **** on.

Beast and Nightcrawler loyally followed orders and took their positions behind her, though neither one appeared to dislike what they were told to do. They put their dicks together and pushed them into the shaking Jubilee.

It was an amusing comparison between his two blue slaves. Kurt with his slight build and fairly long and girthy horse's prick and Beast's massive muscular form and his perfectly normal sized and human-looking blue penis that had to contend with a veritable forest of crotch hair hiding most of its length.

“God!” she growled. “It’s too big…”

Mark calmed her once more and brought her sweet mouth down on his dick so she could go on deepthroat it. The two beastly mutants pumped her from behind, thrusting first in unison, then against one another into Jubilee’s tight young pussy. After just a minute of pounding she became so wet that each time they went out drops of her juices flew out as well, the running wetness passing down her shaky thighs to puddle at her knees.

Mark **** her down on his dick completely till the drool exploded from her nose. He wiped the tears from her red-rimmed eyes as a concerned lover might, but would not go easy on her. Behind her, Beast and Nightcrawler groaned as they got ready to come and slapped her ass till it became as red and shiny as a cherry. Jubilee spit out his cock as they filled her up, coughing and screaming as the two **** her to come at the same time.

Mark pushed her back down on his dick, letting it fill her throat as she rode her orgasm. “Thank you, gentlemen,” he told the two mutants. “Your services are appreciated. Isn’t that right, Jubilee?” She bobbed her head in the affirmative.

Mark was so comfortable that he could have fallen asleep. Everywhere around him he could see his fellow mutants moaning in pleasure, their gorgeous bodies up on display for him. What it was, to fall from being independent actors to being his personal sex slaves. They would come to enjoy it, though. Even the strongest among them desired things that Mark could give them that they never would have dared to do by themselves in their previous lives.
Mark would be a generous and loving god towards them.

He spotted Jean and Scott now making out, while Logan stood at a distance watching them, eyes watching Jean’s pale body intently. Fat ten inch cock pulsing angrily off his pelvis.

“Jean, I want you to ride Logan,” Mark ordered. “Do it now.”

Scott released Jean without **** and let the redhead make her way towards Wolverine. The barrel-chested Logan kissed her deeply and grabbed her ass, then raised her up in his hairy arms as she brought his dick up to her pussy. Scott watched emotionlessly as Logan dropped down with Jean on top of him, spanking her ass as the redhead began to ride him back and forth with excitement. Ms. Grey was nothing but smiles as the big cock made its way through her.

Feeling a little bad for Cyclops, Mark said: “Jean, why don’t you help Scott out too? And anyone else that wants it, for that matter.”

Mark put both hands under his head and let Jubilee worship his cock as Scott stepped forwards. Jean grabbed onto his shaft with one hand while she rode Logan. Colossus shyly came over too, offering her metal dick so she could tend to him as well. More of the male mutants were standing behind the two, waiting to take their own turns and get a handjob from the unbridled redhead.

Rather than getting intimidated, Jean appeared to be having the time of her life. She stroked the two as hard as she could, occasionally giving each cock a tiny kiss in the heat of the moment; Logan pumped her hard from below, holding on tightly to her small waist, letting his ten inch cock do the work that Cyclops could never take up for her. There was a small moment of recognition shared between Scott and Jean, but that never made her grin go away as her thighs gripped Wolverine and helped her milk his dick dry with constant giggles leaving her wet mouth.

Scott came over her face and stepped back, blushing. Gambit took his place with a grin, wrapping his hand up in her red hair. “Don’t be easy on me,” he said with a laugh, tilting his head back in anticipation.

Jean came next and the two followed suit after her, leaving her a dripping mess; but Wolverine was far from done. He impaled her deep and **** her back to arch, twisting her nipples as Jean howled in pleasure. The voice reached a crescendo, echoing throughout the entire wing of the palace.

Mark loved to see the pleasure on that face, knowing he was responsible for its presence. “Are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Grey?”

“Yes!” She laughed again, licking the cum off her lips. “I love it.”

“That’s the spirit,” he whispered. He looked down at Jubilee again whose dreamy eyes held his face and did nothing else. “What about you? Having fun?”

“I am.”

“I think I’ve finally got your reward.”
Her eyes narrowed as the pang of arousal went through her. He could feel her throat tighten and cheeks get sucked in as she prepared for his seed. Mark caressed her face and finally gave her what she wanted, filling her up with all the cum that she had built up. It oozed from her nose and came down his shaft. Jubilee took out his cock and swallowed, then greedily licked every drop.

“Thank you, sir…”

Mark smiled affectionately. “You’re welcome.”

He stood up and spread his arms wide, closing his eyes, feeling complete control over every living thing in the palace. The others stopped what they were doing and stared at him like worshippers looking to hear the commands of their deity.

Mark opened his eyes and grinned, his huge cock still dangling between his thighs. “Ladies and gentlemen…”
He let the words hang in the air for some time.

“Let’s fuck.”

Gone were the others from before as they all rushed in a free for all to get to the partner they desired. The female mutants all ran and crawled over towards Mark as a few of the guys got on top to pin them down and fuck them. Mark closed his eyes and basked in the energy of the hall, starting to feel the slender fingers caressing his strong legs and the mouths that were tasting his balls and cock.

Yes, he thought, the Wakandan sun warmed his body. This is it.
This is home.