Himself.

Ah., Aneka thought, as she walked past Ororo, spinning her spear and plunging it into the ground before leaving it and the mutant behind, I must present myself to my master.

She didn't have much to think about as she crossed the clearing, other than getting her naked skull into her master's mutant hands. It itched to be in his big strong hands. Nothing was more important to her in this moment. She reached the line of trees and her eyes latched onto him, ignoring the other mutants she recognized. Despite her tastes, she recognized he was a good looking man, tall with pleasingly broad shoulders and narrow hips. Exotic pale white skin. Big penis, she was somehow sure and excited by, despite her general disinterest in the male genitalia in the past.

Aneka strode right up to him, barely meeting his wide eyes before she swiftly bent at the waist so that her torso was parallel with the ground, her teats swaying heavily at the sudden movement. Without really thinking about it she spoke firmly, "My mind is yours to mold, my lord and master!"

"Oh god, Jean." he spoke with quick relish, "You're such a good psychic slut. Jesus."

"I know."

Aneka gasped as his hands grasped her head. His hands massaged her skull and she felt herself relax even more fully as his fingers wandered. He stroked her ears, pulling at them. One hand grasped her face, squashing her nose slightly. A thumb pushed between her lips to press against her tongue. This went on for quite a while.

Aneka straitened as her King released her head, the hot sudden moistness of her labia a distraction underneath her loincloth. She couldn't help but hold herself a certain way, chest out-thrust, hips cocked. She adjusted her breasts within her top, showing them off, more bare skin, wishing to entice Mark in a way she'd never desired to with T'Challa, the Usurper. Glancing at Jean Gray, Aneka found herself enjoying her stunning curves just as much as she'd enjoyed the Queen's in the past, but now there was a steady fixation on thick meaty cock that had been lacking in the past.

Her King's hand grasped her cheek, his fingers holding her head that was his possessively, "Are you ready, Aneka-baby?"

Hearing him add that term of endearment made her swoon slightly, her pussy pulsing and squeezing between her legs. "Yes, my King. I stand ready to assist in your ascension to the throne!"

"That's great.", his hand slipped under her loin-cloth and took her bottom into his hand as he guided her around to walk towards the Royal Talon back across the forest clearing, "Let's go."

Aneka's mind leapt quickly towards the obstacles ahead. Her King was a mutant with the power to mold the minds of anyone he touched. His divine right to rule was right there in the powers he'd been gifted by the Celestial Will. Thirty seconds. That was the time he needed to fully convert an unbeliever into a loyal vassel with firm skin contact. There were many he would need to convert as soon as they arrived, none more important than T'Challa and Shuri, the twin Black Panthers, guardians of Wakanda. The Queen, next. The commander of the Hutat Zerase after that....

The trip back to Wakanda was one long orgy, one Aneka took full a part of once Mark learned that the Royal Talon flew itself just fine. Finally she performed her marital duties as a Dora and she felt none of the conflicting feelings towards it as she had in the past. Great Bast must have gifted her with subtle knowledge that T'Challa wasn't her king, her husband. She now knew her sexuality did have a facet for the masculine, there was nothing so sensually erotic than the sight of her King's enormous alabaster serpent swinging between his legs as he pursued the pleasures of the flesh with his mutant slaves.

Aneka kissed Ororo's sweat glistening thigh, bracing the beautiful woman against Mark's thrusts. Crouching on the floor beneath the woman bent over her she could feel Ororo's breasts drapped across her skull as she held a hand into the tight confines of her loins, stimulating her clit rapidly.

When Mark abruptly pulled out and Ororo stepped to the side, Aneka was ready, already opening her mouth as Mark thrust his cock inside as he had done half a dozen times already. She sucked him and stroked him with a double-fisted grip, tasting Ororo's juices with relish. She'd always enjoyed pussy but she now found that she really loved it even more retrieved from the depths by, and slathered across, her King's massive tool.

When he returned his attention to plunging into Ororo's hungry womanhood, Aneka remained still for a moment to catch her breath. Right beside her was the erect penis of her King's Guard Commander and her direct superior. Like all save one she'd encountered, it was not a source of attraction and in fact it mildly disgusted her. That didn't stop her from taking it into her mouth and bobbing her head as she looked up his muscular torso to the delectable swells of Jean Grey's rump as she sat atop his shoulders straddling his face as he feasted upon her quim.

She felt Jean's attention, a silky presence engulfing her small mind and a ghostly touch somehow taking possession of her ovaries, her womb making it hers. Aneka spat out Scott's cock and moaned, before she followed her Queen's demands and kissed and licked her way up her husband's ripped torso. She stopped to lick and suck at his nipples, pressing her breasts into his abs and dragging them along his skin even as she reached around and his extremely firm asscheeks. She captured his dick between her thighs and squeezed before she moved onto her true goal and took Jean's womanly bottom into her hands. Pressing into that exquisite butt-cleavage, she was soon thrusting her tongue into her Queen's asshole, a mirror image to Scott on the other side.

Moments later, her eye shot open wide and she groaned into Jean's flesh as a large telekinetic appendage was suddenly spreading open her backside.

Some time later, they were taking a break to discuss their plans upon arriving.

"Do you think T'Challa will meet us as soon as we land or will we have to go meet him in his throne room or whatever?" asked Mark as he sat upon the lounge with his legs spread wide for her, Jean and Ororo sitting against his sides, still naked as they all were.

Scott was monitoring the Talon's displays at the front.

The slurping noises coming from his crotch ceased, and the warmth of Aneka's mouth slid free of his cock, the huge, meaty rod laying across her face, slick with saliva. "Unless there is an emergency or some truly pressing matter, I believe he will be there when we arrive.", Aneka said, stroking his shaft before lowering her mouth to his balls, suckling at the fat orbs hungrily, her drool trickling down the swollen cum-tanks.

Ororo smiled with satisfaction, "You have only to shake his hand, my King."

Mark nodded, reaching a free hand down to rub Aneka's bare skull. "True, but what about these cyborg tattoos they all apparently have. Jean, you took down hers easily but you've got to figure whatever Black Panther has is top of the line. Plus... do you guys have any psychics on staff, I mean, I'm sure you've got mutants in Wakanda, too, right?

Aneka didn't answer as her Queen pulled the information from her mind. Instead, she shot him a sultry smile, and leaned back, cupping her breasts from below before letting her massive mounds spill out. Opening her lips, she let a long strand of drool slip down the valley of her bountiful breasts, and hefted them up, squeezing them around the young mutant's towering shaft. The plentiful titflesh molded around her king's member, though a substantial amount still emerged from between the massive mounds. With a smile, she began stroking him, squeezing her large teats around the young man's monstrous member.

"Mmmm....you love those great big titties, don't you Mark?" remarked Jean as she rubbed his chest, "But the answer is that they have two telepathically inclined mutants on staff. However, they are fairly weak in power. I'll take control of them as soon as we arrive and they will become simple nodes for me. As to their technology, there is no reason to be concerned. I've had extensive experience with the tech from far more advanced alien races like the Shi-ar. It will pose no problem."

With a soft chuckle, Mark kissed Jean, holding her cheek gently with one hand.

Aneka closed her eyes, her lips parted as she slid her gorgeous globes up and down his shaft, keeping him squeezed tight in the pillow softness of her breasts.

"Sounds like we've got this covered. Though I'm sure Scott has about fifty back-up plans already."

He settled his hand lightly atop Aneka's head, giving a gentle push downward. She got the message, eagerly sealing her plump, pouty lips around his bloated cockhead, suckling it lovingly as she bathed it with her tongue.