Peter Visits Wakanda

AN: I know the X-Men won the poll, but after seeing so much hot Storm/Shuri fanart from the Tokon release I got inspired to do this one first. X-Men is next though!

The fight with the Lizard had been brutal. Curt Connors, in a feral rage fueled on by Klaw, had been targeting Wakanda's vibranium mines. Peter had been tracking the scientist for a week after a mysterious disappearance, and had fought both villains in the mines to a standstill while the Wakandans mobilised. He’d stopped them, but not before being thrown through a rock face and landing with a sickening crunch of vibrated ribs. The last thing he remembered before the world went black was T'Challa's concerned face leaning over him and the reassuring hum of the Dora Milaje's transport ship.

Peter had awoken not to the sterile white of a hospital, nor the grungy apartment of the Night Nurse, but to something quite enclosed. His nostrils were hit first by the warm steamy air of exotic herbs, before he realised he was feeling the gentle splashes of water against his chest. It was a chamber, perhaps an ancestral bath for cleaning more royal members of the Wakandan royal family. The water was pure blue, yet impossible to see through. Fragrance and minerals he couldn't name drifted against his skin as he was submerged up to his chest, his body feeling weightless as he felt his bones rejuvenating in real time. Two Wakandan healers were tending to him, hands gently splashing water up his bare chest. They’d seemingly respected his secret identity as his mask was only rolled up to above to the bridge of his nose, though his suit lay in claw ripped tatters nearby. As they cleaned him they spoke soft rhythmic chants of a language he didn’t recognise, smiling warmly at him as they let the herbs heal.

In an adjacent lab, Shuri was keeping an eye on their guest’s vitals. Holographic displays floated around her, showing Peter's real-time biometrics. Analysing the strange signals emanating from his body, and how the spider DNA was affecting so much of him… even while a foot tapped angrily behind her.

“Your concerns are still noted, Commander Okoye,” said Shuri, not even turning around to address her. “Will that be all?”

Once more, Okoye clicked her tongue, “You may find this all to be amusing, Princess, but I shall not hide my discomfort at a western stranger using the Wakandan ancestral healing pool.”

“Both Shuri and T’Challa have given their blessing, that should be enough, Okoye,” said Ororo, who was enjoying an exotic coffee nearby. “Spider-Man has assisted us this day. We are blessed to be able to reward his bravery, and save a man that put his life on the line for this country.”

“Wakanda houses plenty of places to heal this muscular man’s body without needing to defile our most sacred womb of tradition with his viscous white seed…” said Okoye, trailing off on herself.

“Ah! The truth comes out! Our commander is just feeling frustrated and horny~” teased Shuri, much to Okoye’s eye twitching anger. “I’m sure the rest of the Dora Milage can scratch that itch of yours. But in the meantime I shall heal our brave spider.” She tapped a command into her Kimoyo beads. “Prepare the ‘T'Challa's Restorative Rub,’” she instructed the healers next to Peter via comms. “Standard dose. It will accelerate his hormonal recovery and help soothe his muscle tissue.”

“...I still do not like this.” huffed Okoye.

The healers nodded, and one of them retrieved a small, ornate jar. After applying some gloves, they scooped out a generous amount of a shimmering, golden paste and began to apply it to Peter's arms and shoulders.

A deep and pleasant warmth spread through his muscles, though something about the heat was making him nervous, “Uhh… what is that stuff? Feels tingly… I’m allergic to strawberries, you know?”

“Don’t worry, Spider-Man,” said Shuri over the intercom, “It’s perfectly safe. Just a few medicinal herbs, vapour rub, and a heaping of viagra that obviously only affects women through the skin.”

His eyes went wide at that, knowing exactly where the heat was now heading, “Oh crumbs. R-run!”

The pleasant warmth had become a demanding fire. He could feel his boiling blood rushing downwards towards his crotch. The healers panicked, holding his shoulders before suddenly gasping out as the thick volcano erupted from the water, throbbing with a desperate need.

The exclamatories and gasps made the women in the lab worried, especially when the feed cut out and they lost visuals.

“What is going on in there?!” Storm asked, floating towards her sister in law.

“His vitals… they aren’t making any sense!” said Shuri, rapidly pressing at the screen to no avail.

Okoye barged through them both, spear at the ready, “Move over! I shall extradite the foreigner myself!”

The three rushed down the hall to the healing chamber, hearing bizarre noises echoing as they approached. Shuri’s mind raced, could the herbs of the Black Panther tribe cause something to happen to his arachnid DNA? Making it spiral and change into something more beast than man? Were they about to walk in on a horror movie scene?

Well… it was certainly a type of scene.

The calming heat of the royal healing chamber had completely changed into a pheromone enhanced smut den. The regal clothes of the healers were shredded into ribbons around the small enclosed space, leaving only three naked bodies together to practically melt into one. One had been webbed to the wall, legs spread wide as Spider-Man’s head kept itself locked into licking her pussy. Meanwhile, healing waters splashed out of the bath as his hips hammered hysterically against the large round peach of the second healer, bent over and slamming herself back into the huge cock that spread her pussy.

Their groans and moans were powerfully erotic, and the three women who had burst in could do nothing but stare in awe at the white man’s purely sculpted back as he thrust his impossible length into his prey.

Even just seeing how low his balls hung was enough to have them all clawing at their clothes for relief. So many dreams of women began with this scenario, where they’d find the one man capable of fucking them in a secret cave that no one else knew about. Forgetting society to join him, sometimes with a harem and sometimes not, to become a broodmare for the one bulge to rule them all.

When he came, he really let loose. Practically flooding the bath with jism as the healer screamed at the top of her lungs in climax.

None could find the words to speak when Spider-Man’s cock slid out of the healer’s well loved cunt, sending a tidal wave of jizz to gush out of her and into the well soiled ancestral bath. All of Shuri’s science could not explain what they were witnessing. A unicorn had emerged from their vibranium mines and was now standing in her room. How was he hard? How was he still hard after all of this cum? His balls barely seemed to lose their size at all, it simply defied the laws of the conservation of mass!

So many questions blitzed through all of their minds. Not least of which being… was that the model Peter Parker?

The kind soul of Spider-Man seemed to have devolved into a lustful beast in heat. He snapped around at them, snarling lightly, cock still twitching in pure hormonal distress and bubbling out cum and precum to inhumane levels.

Ororo was already stripping down and stepping forwards,. “Come my sisters! Let us brave this trial together, and soothe his spirit!”

Okoye followed suit, “We may need to call in the rest of the Dora for such a foe.”

“I just hope I can keep him~” Shuri giggled, deactivating her black panther suit and leaping towards the beast.

Three days.

It had been three days of a relentless, hedonistic blur for ol’ Peter Parker.

He’d regained consciousness at the end of the first, but had felt the lingering after effects of the viagra rub for the next two. Peter’s world had shrunk to the size of Shuri’s royal bedchambers, a sprawling suite of silk sheets, ornate carvings, and windows that looked out over the breathtaking majesty of Wakanda. All while being filled with an unending cavalcade of Wakandan women to help satisfy his undying need.

Word had spread fast around the country of the alabaster serpent that could pleasure any woman that dared enter his chamber. Peter had lost track of just how many pussies he’d probably impregnated now, as even waking up on day one had revealed his seed inside at least forty women spread around the room.

The only breaks he had was to eat, sleep, and use the bathroom. Yet even those didn’t seem to slow the orgy nor quell the Wakandan women’s obsession with him. He licked food off their bodies, slept in their embraces, and even let them hold his cock to aim his piss into the toilet (number twos were a line he didn’t let anyone cross). Peter wasn’t even sure anymore if it really was the viagra, or if he’d just evolved to needing a whole country of women to keep his own needs at bay. He wasn’t exactly complaining about the treatment.

He’d only seen one other man for the last three days, which was T’Challa. And he’d only come in to thank Peter. Both for the fight against the Lizard, and for helping to provide a new boon of children for his country, including his wife. Peter only really got to see him for a few minutes before said wife leapt her rear onto his face. The way the lineage worked in Wakanda, the male heir was expected to take a harem to secure as many chances to continue his legacy as he could. Ororo and Okoye were similarly part of that harem, and yet only one child had been born of T’Challa’s seed: Zuwena. This was considered a great boon for their country, as there was no guarantee Shuri could find a man to impregnate her. Until now.

A lot of women had been rotated around the last few days, from heads of tribes to militant warriors, Peter had fucked them all. Though four women had kept themselves firmly inside the chamber the whole time.

Nakia, Ororo, Okoye, and Shuri had scarcely left the bed, laying around him like a protective circle of lionesses, watching proudly as Peter filled up the warrior Ayo with seed. Her face twisted in pleasure from the American hero’s humungous cock. At this point they were just happy to be near Spider-Man, Black Panther’s wives and sister were enamoured by the hero, always taking turns or adding themselves into the fun. He’d taken them every which way he could, in ways they’d never have dreamed of in their wildest fantasies, in positions only the lewdest of female authors had ever devised from their world.

Peter picked up on pretty preferences as he played and plowed the powerful princesses.

Shuri loved it hard and fast. Despite her desires for science and logic, the woman wanted her brain completely shut down with pleasure, always praising Peter or begging for more whenever his cock shook her world. She was also smart enough to figure out the kind of things her new lover liked. More than once she’d altered her Black Panther suit on the fly to become a lewd outfit of eye candy. Having the skin tight vibranium push her cleavage together, or open exactly where her gushing pussy was, or just to form a facsimile suit of his first lover Felicia. Spidey would be lying if the woman’s efforts were unfounded.

Nakia had been the last of the four to find out about him, yet her hunger had been no less voracious. She absolutely adored oral sex, having such a manly thick pipe on her tongue was a delicacy to the sexy queen. Peter had stretched her throat out more times than he could count. That tight gullet had pleasured his aching cock whenever she had the chance, and she held the achievement of being the only woman there that had managed to swallow an entire load solo, without any coughing or leakage. Sometimes she wore ancestral neck chokers just to make Peter break them with her throat bulge. He’d obviously still treated her lower mouth to the same seeding too, but Nakia always made it a point to lick herself clean afterwards.

Okoye was the only woman that hadn’t taken to lying on the bed for the majority of the days. Instead she stood stalwartly next to it, acting in her nature as a guard for the precious royalty that lay and bred. That didn’t stop her from joining in, far from it. Though she did have to take a lot of teasing from Shuri initially.

“My my, general. You had such harsh words for a man invading our ancestral cave, yet now you freely offer yours?” Shuri chuckled.

“That was before,” Okoye hissed back, trying to silence the princess as she waved her ass in front of Peter.

Shuri didn’t let up, putting her hands on Okoye’s ass and spreading the cheeks to assist, “Before you knew that Spider-Man’s cock could make a woman forget her own name? Before you knew that the thought of carrying his child, of having his strength inside you, was more powerful than any tradition you've ever sworn to uphold?”

“Yes, obviously. AHNNN!”

While the petty jabs didn’t cease, Okoye’s level of caring dropped far too low for it to work. From that point onwards she’d be on the bed at least once an hour, and had given up getting changed between rounds. Instead she stood as a naked sentinel, her breasts heaving and pussy leaking the longer she was around the western man. He’d learned she often clenched hardest when he dominated her, their tongues dancing as his piston-like cock bullied her deepest ancestral pool.

And then there was Ororo.

“Yes, Peter! YES! Let the whole of Wakanda hear the thundering of our hips in unison!”

“Your cock has spread this Goddess’ pussy further than any man or object before! Now bless me with your bountiful seed!”

“Such power! The heavens bless us with a penis from beyond the stars, attached to a truly brave and handsome hero! Fuck me harder, Peter Parker!”

“I can sense your knowledge of the female form is vast, and speaks to your ability to pleasure all who stand before you!”

“Breed me! Flood my womb with your endless cum! Deliver onto the world an heir with the power of our combined strength!”

Ororo loved to give praising speeches.

Peter wasn’t sure if Storm just had a fetish for praising him, or it was simply in her nature to unleash her true thoughts when she was excited. Either way, he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the words from the weather goddess, almost as much as he enjoyed watching her unrivaled body jump and twist from his rhythmic fucking. Heaving breasts that he’d thoroughly enjoyed fucking. Round ass for grabbing while he plowed into her gushing pussy. Ororo was truly the whole package that loved his package.

It also meant Peter could mess with her speeches by fucking her hard enough.

“I… th-the winds… nn! Fuck!” Ororo gasped. The Goddess’ strength leaving her as her face ground up against the bed sheets while Peter wrecked her fertile folds. “Uhn, uhn, oohhh YES! Kaahhh! F-fuck my fucking pusssyyyyy!!!! FUUCCKKKKKK!!!”

Those moments of the lack of regal speech sounded so hot in her booming voice.

Though a problem had arisen whenever he fucked Storm specifically. Namely… the storms.

It had been very difficult to keep his penis a secret when the heavens kept thundering down rain and lightning on the sunny country of Wakanda more than an average British summer. At least every few hours, whenever Peter and Ororo started indulging each other again, a new weather phenomena would occur.

T’Challa had to explain to his citizens that his wife was feeling sick, and that soon her body would recover. The women that knew the truth could only feel slight jealousy every time they heard that loud thunder, knowing that Ororo was once more getting dicked down.

Ironically, the more Peter filled Storm’s hungry womb with cum, the more the rain would help provide a bountiful harvest of crops from the usually sun struck vegetation.

Still, even with all the praise, love, and hot Wakandan sex, Peter knew he couldn’t stay forever.

On the dawn of the fourth day he’d resolved to tell the girls that he’d need to head back to New York eventually. Partly because he missed Felicia, but also he didn’t want to let down his growing harem of ex-villains so soon. However when he awoke he’d been greeted with a literal line of dripping pussies, ready for him to breed. About thirty women lined the walls of the royal bedchamber, eager and pleading for his cock to fill them. It took the whole day, but Peter managed to cream fill each woman to the brim before collapsing.

On the fifth day he met Queen Ramonda. He’d thought that the slightly older woman would be a calming presence, perhaps not having quite the same lusts as the others. He was wrong. Being an ex-Black Panther warrior, her body barely looked above the age of forty, with a tight form that spoke to years of combat, yet with curves that showed it had been some time since then. The regal woman had pinned Spidey to the bed for the rest of the day. She’d already been known as incredibly fertile for having two children to her name, and she was not going to be left behind when it came to spearing this white beast.

He finally managed to announce his intent to leave for New York on the sixth day, but was quickly fucked into oblivion by the four women who begged him to stay.

“You cannot leave us, Peter,” Nakia pleaded, her voice a low and serious purr. “What you offer... it's not just pleasure. It's hope for Wakanda. A future.”

“A future filled with hot sweaty sex with us,” Shuri added, her fingers walking down his stomach toward his semi-erect cock. “We've studied the biology. Your genetics are robust to say the least, Spider.”

“It took her three attempts to get your semen to the lab for analysis without her ravenous mouth consuming it first,” said Okoye, reveling in the chance to tease Shuri back.

“Like any of you would not do the same!” Shuri proudly laughed, “Nakia! You know what I’m talking about!” she grinned, earning a quick fist bump from her sister in law. “The taste of your infinite potential in that jism is too addicting, Spider. You’ve already sired at least one generation of Wakandan children with your strength, what’s a few more years here?"

“Your every whim will be catered to. Your life as the royal breeder for Wakanda would be comparable to the bliss of Heaven itself. We will personally ensure your life is fulfilled and happy… so do you truly wish to leave?” Ororo asked, a slight hurt in her voice.

Peter sighed, a wave of exhaustion and guilt washing over him. “Ladies, trust me, this has been... incredible. But I'm a hero. I have responsibilities to New York. A life back home. A girl waiting for me…”

“She may stay here too,” said Shuri, “There is plenty of place in the palace if only one woman stands between us.”

Peter scratched his head, “Well… I can’t lie and say Felicia would dislike that… but it isn’t just her. I have a job with Quentin-”

Shuri seemed determined, bringing up a screen to show how much thought she’d put into this. “The illusionist turned model photographer. We would pay him any price for his retirement, or he could continue your shared work with the most advanced of Wakandan technology.”

The plans were all there, different options like a teleporter for Quentin or a free house for him in the high paying industrious sector. Peter was finding it very difficult to find a reason to not stay here. “Uh, well, Maria would be upset… and I have a promise to keep the female villains off the streets.”

“Come on, you think we can’t find a place for the half octopus woman or the sparky bitch? And you know that whatever kids you’ve already filled them with would have a luxurious life in Wakanda, rather than in American streets,” Shuri playfully clicked her tongue, “Face it, Peter Parker. There is no way you can talk your way out of this. You’ve felt the Wakandan pussy and how it is warmer, tighter, never wants to let you go, so just give up and stay with us~”

It really looked like there wasn’t. Shuri and the others really, REALLY wanted him to stay. Other than the guilt and possible future birth defects of being the sole breeder for an entire country, was there any good reason to leave?

“...give me one year to find a way out of this universe.” he said, earning some shocked looks from the women, “If it was just me then I think I could maybe do it, but if I stop looking for a way back to my universe then I’ve let the other Peter Parker that I replaced down. This is his world, his life, and it’s irresponsible of me to give up on him just for my own pleasure. If I can’t, if there really is no way home, then I promise I’ll retire here, as long as you can promise to provide for the people I care about too.”

“A year? You show us the pinnacle of pleasure, then deny it for a whole year?!” Okoye hissed in frustration.

“And if you succeed… you will be gone forever, no?” Nakia whimpered sadly.

“It is a harsh deal to take, Peter,” agreed Ororo, “But it is still a noble pursuit. We shan’t be selfish and demand or imprison you here, though know you are forever welcome to bless these sheets with your presence again. Our hearts and wombs will be waiting eagerly for your return.”

“Multiversal travel is the one area I haven’t figured out yet…” Shuri grumbled. As Peter rubbed her back sympathetically her mind kept thinking about it, “Though… I guess if I can figure it out, we’ll have access to a whole universe of erection men~”

“Heh, that’s the spirit,” said Peter, “Besides, I don’t really have to go until some time next week…”

The four women grinned, quickly descending upon him to give his cock a four headed worship blowjob. Perhaps if they gave him enough pleasure he’d realise that his place was here.