One giant clusterfuck (and not the good kind)

The Wakandan Royal Garden was the largest indoor nature preserve in the world. Given Wakanda’s isolationist bent, however, much of the world remained ignorant of its pure splendor.

Mark Williams lounged in a lawn chair, naked as the day he was born as he watched an artificial waterfall cascade into a pool of water below. Aneka and Anzara stood behind him in thin micro-bikinis that left nothing to the imagination. The tall, busty women held large fans which they moved back and forth, maintain a nice artificial breeze that tickled Mark’s skin. The area around him teemed with plant life.

In the days since he’d subjugated Wakanda’s king along with much of the country’s top officials, he’d come here to unwind and relax. Running a county was tiring work, even when you had people far more competent than you doing much of the work in your stead.

A shadow passed over him, obscuring the light from the Garden’s simulated sun.

“Nakia,” he greeted the former queen of Wakanda who now saw herself as nothing more than his devoted servant. He stared unabashedly at her large naked tits. He wondered how violently she would have reacted had he never altered her personality. “How are you?”

She knelt next to his chair and he could only imagine what her round ass looked like from behind. She noticed him staring and pushed her arms together, squishing her big breasts outward.

“I’m well, my King,” she smiled at him. Her teeth were a dazzling white. She looked around, quickly locating the waterfall that had drawn his interest.

“It’s very beautiful. Is that why you come here so often?” she asked.

“Definitely,” he nodded at her. “Though I certainly prefer the beauty of the women who accompany me here.”

The exotic older woman blushed.

Mark grinned. He loved having the ability to trigger reactions like that in women who would naturally be entire solar systems out of his league.

He reached a hand out to cup the side of Nakia’s face. She nuzzled herself into his hand.

“So what brings you here?” he asked.

Nakia wrung her hands together.

“I needed to see you,” she bit her lip nervously. “I don’t like being away from you. I… also wanted to get to know the father of my future children.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her.

Nakia’s eyes widened. She raised her hands in the air. “Sorry if I overstep-”

“It’s okay, Nakia,” he chuckled at her antics. Really, she was so incredibly anxious around him outside of sex. It was adorable. He scooted over in the chair. “Come and lie down with me. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

The dark-skinned woman practically jumped into the chair with him. She sidled up against him, brushing her big tits against his chest. Mark reached a hand behind her to cup her rear, eliciting a moan from the back of her throat. Her right leg shifted over his and he felt her bare wet pussy against his skin.

“Where have you been my whole life?” she whispered.

“America. Pennsylvania, to be specific,” he said. He started squeezing her ass.

She nodded. “I’d like to visit there one day; to see the place that bore the greatest man I’ve ever met.”

Mark couldn’t help but smile at the praise, even though he knew intellectually that it was a result of the subliminal commands he’d delivered to her mind.

“I guess we can go there sometime. I literally just left, though, so I’m not in any hurry to go back,” he said.

“Understandable,” she said. Her plump lips kissed his cheek. “The world is a dangerous place for mutants. Did you… did anyone there ever hurt you?”

Mark was entranced by the naked affection in Nakia’s eyes. The woman seemed to love more readily than most of the others he had met. She had a nurturing aura about her that drove her to make sure the people she cared about were safe and loved. She would be a great mother.

“Not physically, no. My parents ignored me and I never got along with the people in my school.”

“Those monsters! How… how could they?!” Nakia snarled angrily. Tears prickled at the edge of her brown eyes.

“Shhh… easy,” he rubbed Nakia’s back. She wrapped her arms around him as if clinging for dear life. “It’s all in the past now, Nakia.”

“You’re right,” she mumbled against his neck. “You’re in Wakanda now.” She craned her neck upwards to look him in the eyes. “You’re safe.”

“The entirety of the Dora Milaje is under my control, now. The last vestiges of Wakanda’s military will follow them soon,” he said.

“As it should be,” Nakia nodded. “Our children will grow up in a nation whose safety is rivaled by no other, but there are still threats on the horizon.”

Mark kissed Nakia on the lips. She responded eagerly, mashing her lips against his.

[Mark, something has happened.]

He broke the kiss. Nakia pouted cutely, but her expression grew more serious when she saw the concern in his eyes.

[What’s going on, Jean?] He sent back.

[One of the buildings in the capital exploded. Communications are down. Defenses are mobilizing to deal with a possible attack on the city, but I’m not picking up anything unusual with my telepathy. Where are you? I really hope you’re not alone.]

The concern in her telepathic voice made him smile.

He stood, gesturing for Nakia to do the same. She looked like she wanted to ask what was going on, but her Dora instincts kicked in and she settled into a protective stance at his side. She nodded at him to say she was ready for anything.

[I’m in the Royal Garden. Aneka, Anzara, and Nakia are with me. We’ll make our way to the Palace.] He said.

[Okay, I can see you now.] Jean’s relief was plain through their telepathic link. [Hopefully this was just an accident. I’ll meet you on your way to the Palace. Mark, please be careful.]

[You know it, babe.] He replied.

He turned to Nakia, Anzara, and Aneka. The three women were each wielding a heavy vibranium spear that looked like it could skewer the Hulk. Where had they gotten them?

“Your orders, my King?” Nakia said. The two other women fell in behind her, accepting her as de facto leader even though she was no longer a Dora.

“There’s been an explosion the capital. We’re going to retreat to the inner Palace and coordinate with the city’s defenses in case it’s an attack.”

“Understood, my King,” Nakia bowed and crossed her arms over her chest. “We’ll escort you to the Palace. Aneka, Anzara, you know what to do.”

The two other Dora nodded. Their faces were calm and resolute, like proper soldiers. Mark couldn’t help but be proud of them.

He started walking in the direction of the direction of the Palace; a short walk through a forest that would open up to a door to the Royal Courtyard and then a few hundred feet to the nearest door to the Palace.

Something stirred within the trees. His three protectors surrounded him and bared their spears.

“Williams One!” A familiar voice from the forest called out.

“Williams One!” Nakia answered, but she didn’t relax. “It’s good to see you, Okoye.”

“Likewise, Nakia,” Okoye said as she stepped from the trees, followed immediately by Nima, K’Voni, and nearly a dozen other heavily armed warrior women he remembered rewriting at some point before. They were all dark, fiercely beautiful, and most importantly, utterly his. “We were patrolling the forest surrounding the King when Queen Jean notified us of something happening in the capital.”

“Why aren’t our comms working?” Nima asked.

“Good question,” Nakia fingered her ear and frowned. “I think this confirms that what’s happening is no mere accident.”

“Agreed,” Okoye nodded. “Dora, surround the King as we make for the Palace. Nothing gets through us.”

The near-naked women formed a protective barrier around him. Mark had to stop himself from staring at them stupidly as they walked at a brisk pace, causing the generous tits and asses to jiggle openly. He sighed. Another orgy with his Dora harem could wait until they were safe and sound in the Royal Palace and the apparent crisis was resolved, even if he knew they’d drop everything and spread their willing pussies for him if he so much as hinted that was what he wanted.

They’ve all learned to –be obedient to Mark Williams.- He thought proudly, as one of the Dora shuffled past him.

“Sorry, my King,” she said as she joined her sisters in front of him.

He cringed at the accidental command. He really thought he’d been improving his control over his ability. He shrugged. His Dora were programmed to be absolutely loyal to him anyway. What did it matter ultimately if one more command happened to reinforce it?

They reached the metal door to the Royal Courtyard within five minutes. Half of his Dora went through first, scanning the environment outside for any threats.

“Clear,” Anzara said from her position on the other side of the door.

“Move,” Nakia said. She urged him gently with a hand on his back. The entered the courtyard to find two women descending to the ground. They looked like angels with the way the light around them seemed to emphasize the magnificence of their presence.

“I’ve found you,” Jean smiled at him as her feet touched the ground. Ororo landed nearly a second later, a look of intense relief on her face. Her eyes were a misty white and the sky above swirled with dark, roiling clouds.

He felt goosebumps on his skin as Jean manifested a strong telekinetic barrier around his person. He liked the way the air shimmered around his body. It made him feel invincible.

Even as distant smoke billowed into the sky, Mark had the feeling that things were going to turn out alright.

That was when Jean screamed.

The redhead collapsed on the courtyard pavement. She grabbed her temples and shrieked in a way that curdled Mark’s blood.

“Jean, what’s wrong!?” Mark ran over to her. He cupped her cheek and **** her to look at him. He didn’t notice his telekinetic barrier dissipate.

Her green eyes were wide with pain. A crevice of worry opened in his chest.

“No, not again,” Jean mumbled. “She’s coming.” She said. “She’s coming. She’s coming. Far, far away, but she’s coming… hide Mark. Hide.”

She shut her eyes and slumped to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

A loud crack echoed in the distance.

Nakia fell. Crimson blood spurted from her a hole in her chest. She’d been right in front of him. Had she taken a bullet for him?

No! No, no, no, no.

He ran over to Nakia and put his hands around her arms.

“Find the sniper!” he heard the normally stoic Okoye shriek.

“Protect the King!” Aneka cried.

He was vaguely aware of his Dora shifting their spears into long rifles that crackled with yellowish energy. They loosed the energy in bright bolts into the distance, but he didn’t know if they hit anything. A staccato of gunfire from the nearby rooftops answered. Bullets collided harmlessly with Dora vibranium armor.

Ororo let a cry of rage that was echoed by a roar of thunder above. Bright white bolts of lightning danced across the horizon, crashing down and vaporizing half a dozen figures that stood on nearby rooftops.

A man with a rifle aimed directly at Mark let out a strangled cry as he was lifted bodily from his feet by a sharp gust of wind and slammed back down on the ground head-first with a sickening snap. He didn't get back up.

Confident that his first servant could handle the attackers, he turned back to Nakia.

“Nakia, you’re gonna be okay,” he told her.

Her brown eyes blinked blearily at him. Fresh tears spilled down her face.

“I… saved you, my King,” Nakia smiled. She reached an arm up to cup the side of his face. “That’s… that’s all that matters.” Her eyes drifted shut. Her hand fell limply to her side.

“No, you’re not fucking dying on me,” Mark said. “Nima, tell me we have something to stop the bleeding!”

The fanatical Dora didn’t even hesitate, extracting something from a compartment in her chest armor.

“Here!” she knelt next to Nakia and began massaging something that looked like a bandage into her wound. “The bullet didn’t go through. This should stop the external bleeding until we can get a doctor to operate, but we really shouldn’t move her.”

Mark’s eyes widened as the flesh began to knit itself together.

“Good girl, Nima. Now I want you to go to the medical ward and bring me the best doctors you can find. Go!”

“Yes, my King!” Nima saluted smartly and took off running for the Palace.

Two dark-skinned arms hoisted him to his feet.

“We have to get you to the Palace now!” Anzara said. Aneka held on his other side.

“No, I have to help Jean! She can stop whatever’s happening!” he shrugged himself free. The women looked at each other helplessly. They nodded at each other and settled into defensive stances around him. He approached Jean and touched her skin.

-Wake up.-

No response.

A bullet ricocheted nearby.

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“Come on, Jean. I need you!”

-WAKE UP!-

Jean’s beautiful eyes opened slowly. They widened with pure panic after a moment.

“Natasha Romanoff-”

Mark heard another metallic crack. This one sounded like it was much closer than the previous one.

He blinked. A small metal object hovered in front of his face before falling harmlessly to the ground.

A bullet. I… I almost died?

"You homo sapiens and your guns," a deep, authoritative voice bellowed.

Mark looked up.

A figure in dark red armor and a billowing purple cape hovered ten feet above him. He caught the glimmer of pale blue eyes within the man's helmet.

"Magneto!" Ororo yelled. "Get away from him!"

Ororo’s eyes glowed bright with white light. Her platinum hair billowed out to her sides and behind her. This wasn’t Ororo Munroe. This was Storm.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, child,” Magneto said. Suddenly, Mark felt something cold and metal wrap itself around his waist before he was hoisted up into the air between Magneto and Ororo.

“Oh shit!” he cried helplessly as a sense of vertigo overtook him. He felt like throwing up.

“Mark, no! Let him go, you bastard!” The wind howled. Mark could smell ozone as electricity crackled in the sky and along Storm’s skin.

“Ah!” Storm screamed as a bolt of yellow light collided with her back. She crumpled to the pavement in a heap. The dark clouds above dissipated, leaving only the serene blue of Wakanda’s sky.

“Ororo!” Mark yelled. His heart leapt in his chest. He struggled against the metal binding on his arms. It was a futile gesture. Even if he managed to break himself free of one of the most powerful mutants in the world, the drop to the courtyard pavement would probably injure him severely.

He felt useless. He felt weak. He felt like he was in high school again.

He hated it.

One of his Dora held a shifted rifle-spear. She’d been standing behind Ororo when she’d collapsed. She wore a smug smirk on her face.

“Traitor!” Okoye yelled. She aimed her spear-rifle at the traitor Dora.

“Lower your weapons, or see your king fall,” Magneto’s deep voice boomed again.

Okoye’s eyes narrowed hatefully.

“Lower your spears, Dora,” she ground out. Her teeth were clenched together so forcefully that Mark thought they might snap. Mark saw his Dora seethe with rage as they loosened their grip on their spears so they pointed at the ground.

“Thanks, Erik. I was worried I’d have to kill all of these beautiful women,” the traitor Dora said. She bit her lip and glanced between Mark’s legs. It was then that he remembered that he was still naked.

Suddenly he was moving quickly through the air. Wakanda’s capital city was a blur beneath him as Magneto levitated him outside the city. They came to a stop in a clearing in the surrounding forest.

The traitor Dora landed next to him. Twin metal cuffs around her arms disengaged and fell to the ground. She glanced down at his big cock again.

“I can see why those women didn’t want to let you go, big boy,” the woman cooed.

Her eyes gleamed yellow. Suddenly her form shifted and Mark was met with the spectacle of one of the most beautiful, exotic women he’d ever laid eyes on.

Her skin was blue. A shade he’d never seen before. She wore a thin white tribal outfit that wouldn’t have been so outlandish in Wakanda. The outfit barely concealed her impressive bust and wide hips.

"Don't worry about your pet, Storm. Those nifty little spears have a stun setting. I wouldn't kill a fellow mutant unless I had to," she said.

"Forgive me if I don't believe you," he tried to keep the relief out of his voice. From the way the strange woman grinned at him, he failed. She crossed her arms to emphasize her bust. Despite how frayed Mark’s nerves were from the earlier fight, he couldn’t help but stare appreciatively at the view the woman offered him.

“Enough games, Mystique. You can indulge yourself with the boy once we’re safe on Genosha,” Magneto walked past the woman to a small gray aircraft that hovered noisily between the trees.

The now-named Mystique pouted playfully, but backed off, turning to follow Magneto.

His eyes fell to the woman’s loincloth-clad rear.

Dat ass.

It was so juicy and fine and round. It bounced and jiggled and swayed in a way that was almost hypnotic. Her loincloth swished dangerously to the side as she walked, offering him a peak of her blue asscrack. Mark followed her without any urging from Magneto.

There was movement in the forest beyond the craft before a few figures emerged. A stacked woman in a bright red skin-tight uniform, a man of average height with slimy skin and large eyes, and a much taller man with stark white hair exited the trees.

“Look what we found!” the man with slimy skin smirked and gestured behind him. A gorgeous, voluptuous woman with red hair in a tight black catsuit floated behind the group. Her body glowed with dark red energy.

Her green eyes glared murderously at the slimy-skinned man. A thick layer of mucous was smeared over her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

Mystique chuckled and walked up to the floating woman.

“Oh Natasha. I can think of so many wonderful things I’d like to do to you,” the blue-skinned mutant said.

Natasha? Why does that name sound familiar?

Natasha merely glared at her.

“Excellent work. We’ll interrogate her for information on SHIELD once we return home,” Magneto entered the craft, his cape billowing out behind him. He was followed by the rest of his group.

“Yo, what’s the deal with the naked dude over there?” the slimy-skinned man said, gesturing to Mark. “Damn, you’re a lucky bastard. How’d you get a cock that big?”

“Get moving, Toad,” the white-haired man shoved him. “Do you really want to make my dad mad?”

Toad’s skin didn’t blanch or blush. It dried. He hurried his way into the lowered land ramp of craft. He hacked deeply with his throat before spitting a glob of dark green phlegm onto the forest floor.

Disgusting.

The dark-haired woman in the red outfit stayed with him. She was beautiful, but her blue eyes brimmed with something akin to madness. Or was it sorrow?

She tore her gaze away from him and stomped onto the craft, her delectable ass swaying behind her.

Mark felt himself be jerked along by the metal thing around his waist until he winded up in one of the seats that lined the walls of the small transport craft.

He was sat across from Natasha. The woman’s eyes widened when she saw him. She tested her glowing red bonds, but found herself unable to break them.

Mark stared at her breasts. Their size was accentuated by her tight outfit in a way that had to be intentional.

Mystique settled into the seat next to him. She seemed torn between looking at Mark or Natasha, eventually settling for looking at one for a time before glancing at the other. Her lips quirked upward into a smirk. She looked like a predator that had found two particularly juicy pieces of meat.

There was something that nagged at him, though. Jean had said something right before a bullet had been fired at Mark’s head.

He mustered the courage to talk to Mystique.

“Who’s she?” he asked her, gesturing to the redhead across from him.

The beautiful femme fatale’s smirk grew into a full malicious smile.

“Oh, that’s Natasha Romanoff. She’s the one who fired the bullet that almost killed you.”

Mark slammed the back of his head against his seat.

I am so fucked.