Cuckanda Forever

T’Challa strained against his chains. It was no use. His strength was no longer what it used to be. Unknown to him, after his defeat, Kraven had placed a hand on the back of his head and used the mind stone’s power to alter his mind. He had lost the Panther Goddess’s blessing and all the skills acquired through training. A limiter was also put into his mind so that he could only utilize less than a tenth of his natural strength. Even a novice Jabari warrior could best him now.

T’challa was still in the throne hall with M’Baku, the golden tribe prisoners, and the Jabari victors. Ororo and Ramonda had thankfully taken their leave for the moment, which both relieved and unsettled T’challa. M’Baku remained quiet, sipping on a goblet of wine on the throne and throwing a smirk in T’Challa’s direction every now and then.

Suddenly, there was a loud clang as the great doors to the throne room was thrown open. A procession of Jabari warriors marched into the throne room. A group of more than a dozen of them was carrying something large on their shoulders. They approached the throne and set it down on the foot of the steps near T’challa.

Tchalla’s eyes widened when he eventually realized what the large slab was. It was a sarcophagus. And it was not just any mere sarcophagus. It was a high-tech sarcophagus developed with Wakandan technology used to perfectly preserve the deceased. However this high-technology burial was only reserved for Wakandan royalty.

“NO!” T’challa cried.

“Yesssss!” M’Baku hissed.

So horrified was T’Challa that he did not notice the arrival of his wife and mother back into the hall. He only noticed them when they stepped in front of the sarcophagus.

Ororo and Ramonda were both dressed spectacularly in beautiful gowns adorned with gold and jewels. Their long silver hair was impeccably tied and fashioned into long braids. Tchalla recognized the luxurious gowns that his mother and wife had donned. It was their wedding dresses, worn only once, on their wedding day. Ororo’s was a satiny cream color with a long slit on one side, showcasing her sculpted, shapely thigh. Ramonda’s wedding gown was red with gold embroidery, also fashioned to bare one alluring leg. The style of their long hair braids were customary for Wakandan weddings.

Ramonda placed her hand on the stone surface of the sarcophagus and all of its surfaces immediately became transparent, like a crystal clear block of ice, showcasing the perfectly preserved body that lay within.

T’challa was still holding on to hope that he was mistaken but upon seeing his father’s peacefully slumbering body suspended in the transparent box, his hope was shattered. “D-don’t do this…. Mother!” He cried out.

Ramonda ignored her son. She stood before her husband’s coffin, facing the hall full of people who all watched with bated breath. “Hear me, golden tribe!” She proclaimed in a great voice, reminding the hall that she was still the proud and powerful Ramonda who once ruled Wakanda, “The golden age is over! It is no one’s fault but ours! We were weak! We trusted in corrupting influences of cultures from the lands beyond. We relied on technology and made it our crutch! We forgot our roots and our mystic connection to the land! And this is the just result!”

Some of the golden tribe prisoners began sobbing.

“Do not grieve, my children!” Ramonda proclaimed, “For this is not a tragedy, but a blessing. A blessing and a kindness offered to us by our Jabari brothers and sisters! They are here not to antagonize us, but to open our eyes, make us reflect on our mistakes, and show us the way forwards. The right way!”

Ramonda took Ororo’s hand in hers. “And it starts with us,” she said.

Ororo nodded to Ramonda and smiled.

To T’challa’s growing horror, his wife and mother turned around and backed themselves against his father’s now transparent sarcophagus. They hoisted themselves to sit on top of the clear crystal box in unison, leaned back and pulled up the embroidered skirts of their wedding gowns, before spreading their long, shapely legs to reveal the white string lace thongs that they wore underneath. The lacey triangle of sheer material was barely enough to cover their wet, excited cunts or to hide their prominent gold clit rings.

T’challa knew that there was no way his mother would possess western-style lingerie, so they both had to be Ororo’s. It hit particularly hard because he remembered telling Ororo how much he liked her wearing western panties. He noticed Ororo smirking at him as she limberly kept her beautiful legs spread wide for his nemesis.

With a voice trembling with anticipation, Ramonda resumed her announcement, “I, Ramonda, once queen of Wakanda, duly pledge my heart, my soul…” she licked her lips in excitement, “…and my womb, to the one true king. His glorious majesty, M’Baku!”

“I Ororo, once queen of Wakanda,” Ororo announced, “pledge my heart, all my soul, and gift my womb to Wakanda’s true king, M’Baku!”

M’Baku finally acted, descending the steps towards the sarcophagus and the two gorgeous women who were spreading their legs lasciviously to welcome him.

T’challa had stopped his protests. Just staring brokenly at what was playing out before him, seemingly overcome by shock.

M’baku stepped before the two queens and reached for their offerings, stroking their pussies over the soaked sheer fabric of their lace thong.

Ororo and Ramonda threw back their heads and hissed with pleasure while their raised and parted legs quaked with excitement.

“These… undergarments are a nice touch,” M’Baku said as he teased the women’s cunts. “The foreigners do make some pretty things sometimes.”

“It was Ororo’s idea, my king,” Ramonda moaned.

“Because my husband loves it when I wear it for him,” Ororo hissed with pleasure, “Now we wear it for you!”

M’Baku licked his lips and slowly parted aside the flimsy fabric to unwrap his presents - a pair of flushed, engorged, excited, very wet, shaved royal cunts. He tugged on the two gold clit rings, earning happy yelps and gasps of pleasure from the two queens. “So who will be first?”

“Ramonda should go first, my king,” Ororo panted, “As a matter of courtesy.” She smiled wickedly and caressed the sarcophagus beneath her, “It is her husband we’re sitting on after all.”

“Of course,” M’baku said, “Bend over the top end of this coffin, queen-mother. I want you looking straight at your sleeping husband’s face as I take you.”

The two women leapt off the sarcophagus excitedly. They circled to the head-end of the box. Ramonda lifted her wedding gown over her luscious ass and bent over, supporting her elbows on the coffin’s surface, with her head hovering right over her husband’s upside down face under the crystal.

Ororo squatted behind Ramonda and spread her luscious cheeks before pushing her face under her to tease the queen-mother’s dripping pussy with her hot, lashing tongue. Ramonda cried out with pleasure.

M’baku approached, already naked. His massive black cock throbbing and bobbing with vigor.

Sensing his approach, Ororo turned away from Ramonda. “Allow me, my king,” she husked and took M’baku’s cock into her hands. She admired the length and girth. “You are beautiful, my king,” she said before eagerly enveloping the huge black tip with her beautiful, red lips.

Ororo bobbed her head and sucked on M’baku’s cock noisily, constantly making wet suckling noises while looking up into his eyes with adoration.

Growing impatient, Ramonda reached under her belly and between her thighs. She excitedly stimulated her pussy while gyrating her hips. All while panting lasciviously down at her departed husband’s face.

Ororo finally pulled her lips off Mbaku’s cock and guided the massive black cock towards Ramonda‘s dripping snatch.

“Mmmmmmm,” Ramonda moaned as she felt the thick, hard cock slide against her tight royal cunt. “Watch me my love,” she panted down at her husband, “watch me from beyond!”

Mbaku grabbed Ramonda‘s hips and sank his mighty schlong into the fallen queen-mother who let out a triumphant scream.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” screamed Ramonda.

“Yesssssssssssss…” hissed Ororo as she watched the thick black cock impressively slide into the tight, wet cunt of her mother-in-law.

“OH Yaaaaasssssssssss!” Growled M’baku in triumph.