M’Baku’s Vengeance

Kraven the hunter quickly excused himself from the festivities and promptly left with Calypso and Shuri.

M’Baku didn’t mind. His attention was captivated by the two beautiful women kissing his feet.

T’Challa continued to protest and beg like whipped dog beneath the steps. It was music to M’Baku’s ears.

“Arise, my fallen queens,” M’Baku said.

Ororo and Ramonda stood up straight before M’Baku. A deep blush permeated their regal cheeks as they stood with their shoulders back, thrusting their proud breasts forwards, as if presenting them to M’Baku.

“These are a fine touch,” M’Baku said as he reached down between the women’s long sculpted thighs and toyed with their golden clit rings.

Ramonda and Ororo moaned. Their body trembled with delight.

M’Baku lightly tugged on the rings, causing the two queens to bite down on their lower lip to stifle their groans of pleasure.

“You like this, yes?” asked M’Baku.

“We cherish your touch, your majesty,” Ororo panted and trembled.

“We are unworthy of such a divine act,” Ramonda moaned.

M’Baku spent some time playing with the golden piercings on Ororo and Ramonda’s clit and breasts, partly for his own amusement, but mostly because he enjoyed T’Challa’s tortured reaction.

“I remain unconvinced of your sincerity,” M’Baku said, wondering what the women would do next.

“As is your right,” Ramonda sighed as she trembled with pleasure.

“We will gratefully accept penance, until the end of our days,” Ororo said.

M’Baku smiled. “Very well, I shall give you both a chance at redemption.” He pointed at T’Challa. “Name the best punishment you can think of for T’Challa’s transgressions against me, and make sure it comes to pass.”

Both of the women turned to regard the fallen king below the steps. They seemed to think for a minute.

“Mother! My beloved! You don’t have to do this!” T’Challa yelled.

Ororo was the first to turn back to M’Baku. “I believe I have the ideal punishment for my husband,” she said, “For both Ramona and I.”

“Let me hear it,” M’Baku said.

Ororo placed a hand over her lower belly. “Plant your blessed seed in me, your majesty.”

“Ororo!” T’Challa cried out in horror.

“He loves me and he hates you,” Ororo added, “It would crush him to see me bearing your child.”

M’Baku grinned evilly. “Indeed it would, wouldn’t it?”

Ororo glanced back dismissively at T’Challa and spoke aloud,“ It would break him even more, knowing that I shall cherish the children you make in me more than anything that he could hope to sire with me.”

M’Baku threw back his head and laughed, “I LOVE IT!” He declared.

Ororo still wasn’t done. She went beside Ramonda and slipped her hands between the older woman’s thighs to rub her excited pussy. “You must also plant your seed in Ramonda, my king,” said Ororo. “Then she will be able to cherish, T’Challa’s half siblings over him.”

Ramonda shuddered and sighed excitedly at the thought. “I will. I truly will. With all my heart.” she said.

“My, my,” M’Baku said and smirked, “You have truly outdone yourself on this, Ororo. I can think of no better punishment for my arch-enemy.”

“Ororo!” T’challa called out, “You can’t mean that!”

Ororo glanced at her fallen husband. A look of pity and disdain crossed her face.

Ramonda spoke, “Your majesty, if I may, I have a suggestion to accompany Ororo’s idea,” she said, “If I may, I would like to whisper them into your ear.”

“Very well.”

Ramonda leaned into M’Baku and spoke her words. M’Baku’s evil smile kept growing bigger.