To the victor goes the…

A great celebration was taking place in the husk of a city called Birnin Zana. Looting was widespread and **** was rampant as the warriors of the Jabari tribe and White Gorilla Cult indulged in their hard won spoils.

In the throne room of the Wakandan royal palace, a great feast was held for the victors of the Civil War. The higher ranked warriors and advisors of the Jabari tribe along with the clergy of the White Gorilla Cult ate and drank with abandon while the nobility of the fallen Golden tribe sat chained at their feet.

T’Challa, king of Wakanda was likewise completely stripped and chained on his knees at the steps to the throne, where the leader of the White Gorilla Cult, M’Baku was perched in triumph.

“Muahahahahaha, at long last!” M’Baku roared, “Wakanda is finally returning to its sacred roots after having been defiled and warped by the Golden tribe’s corrupt ways.”

“You will not win,” T’Challa said, glaring up at M’Baku. “I have allies beyond Wakanda. Enjoy your reign while you can, because it will be short-lived.”

M’Baku roared with laughter. “Do you hear that brothers? This pitiable fool who can’t defend his crown now seeks to usurp the sovereignty of our nation by betraying our home to foreign powers. He is in bed with the poachers, the thieves, the invaders, and the colonizers who have preyed on our people for centuries.”

M’Baku spat at T’Challa. “You make me sick. Wakanda will not allow itself to be sullied by foreigners any longer. Bring your friends. I shall personally rip their spines out of their necks and crush their heads like grapes.”

“I do hope I am allowed to be the only exception, your majesty?” A voice spoke strongly over the crowd.

M’Baku looked up to see Sergei walking down the royal hall towards the throne. Sergei was wearing nothing but a necklace of teeth and claws and the tattered black-panther suit as a loincloth.

“You are indeed!” M’Baku declared. “Behold, my brothers! I declare this man, Kraven the Hunter, Kraven the Panther-slayer, to be my blood-brother! For his unparalleled contribution to the war, I bestow upon him the title of Royal Master Huntsman of Wakanda!”

The hall erupted in cheers.

M’Baku noticed that Kraven had four stunningly beautiful dark-skinned women following him. He smiled lasciviously. “I see you’ve made your pick of the spoils, my brother?”

Kraven stopped at the foot of the steps to the throne and bowed. “Allow me to introduce them, King M’Baku. This lovely creature here is my mate, Calypso. It was due to the spiritual epiphanies which she provided that I have become the great hunter I am today.”

Calypso was a tall, gorgeous woman with an amazonian physique. She is a voodoo priestess and witchdoctor who had given Kraven a potion that bestowed him with his initial powers. She wore a see-through dress that showed off her perfect bronzed body.

Kraven moved on to the next person. This one was a strikingly beautiful young girl with a lighter skin tone who had only just recently turned 18. Kraven lifted her chin up at M’Baku. “I am sure you recognize princess Shuri, sister of the now deposed king.”

M’Baku grinned and nodded.

“And finally, these two hardly need introductions,” Kraven said, “Behold, the former queen of Wakanda, Ororo Munroe, wife of T’Challa, and the former queen-mother of Wakanda, Queen Ramonda, mother of T’Challa.”

M’Baku chuckled. “Oh how I envy you brother, but I will respect what you have taken, for that is your right.”

Kraven smiled, “That would put me in an awkward position then, brother, for I have brought these two lovely beauties to you as gifts. They will be the ultimate trophies to commemorate your great victory over the Golden tribe.”

As he spoke, Ororo Munroe, who is also known as Storm, and Queen Ramonda stepped forwards. Both were draped in colorful high-grade silks which showed off the graceful, luscious curves of their bodies and adorned with much gold and jewelry.

“No!” T’Challa yelled. He turned to M’Baku, real fear finally showing in his eyes. “You have what you want. I will step away and will not challenge your reign any longer! Release them, I beg of you!”

M’Baku couldn’t stop grinning. “Brother, I am immensely touched by this gesture. But are you sure you wouldn’t want to keep them as your own?”

Kraven bowed again. “Truth be told, I have no use for them, for I aim to depart from Wakanda soon. However, I ask that I be allowed to keep the royal princess. She has… skills that will prove useful to me.”

“Take her,” M’Baku said, “I do not like her. She stinks of technology.”

“Thank you, your majesty,” Kraven replied. “Meanwhile, the former queen and queen mother is better served by your side than mine. Word of their undying support for your rule will pacify discontent from the other tribes and solidify your right to rule.”

M’Baku raised an eyebrow. “And do they support my rule?”

Kraven grinned evilly. He placed his hand on Ororo’s shoulder. “Why don’t you ask them yourselves?”

Ororo and Ramonda stepped forwards to the foot of the steps before the throne and gracefully got on their knees. They lifted their subservient gazes towards M’Baku.

“I greet the great king of Wakanda. M’Baku,” said Ramonda.

“I hail the great king, M’Baku,” said Ororo, “Long may you reign, if not forever.”

“Mother! My love! What are you doing?” T’Challa cried.

M’Baku looked at the two lovely women incredulously. “Do you honestly expect me to believe you have accepted me as king? After all you have done to oppose me?”

The women lowered their heads.

“We ask not for your trust,” Ororo said, “For we are unworthy. We ask only for penance for our sinful ignorance to your greatness.”

“We beg not for forgiveness,” Queen Ramonda said, “But for punishment! Turn us into cautionary tales to all who would oppose your reign!”

The two women stood up and shrugged off their expensive silks and golden trinkets, letting them slide uselessly to the marbled ground. The entire hall went silent, awed by the glorious nude forms of the two beautiful African goddesses. Both had long manes of lustrous silver hair. Ororo’s was probably due to her being a mutant, while Ramonda’s flawless silver crowning mane was a testament to her wisdom and age. However Ramonda retained a youthful body and visage thanks to Wakandan advanced nanotechnology. Their exotic dark-skinned bodies shone with health. Ramonda’s skin was like rich velvety chocolate milk and Ororo’s a lighter brown hue.

Even T’Challa was rendered speechless, not merely by his wife and mother’s brazen act of disrobing in public, but also by the shock of seeing the gold rings that hung prominently from the pierced nipples of their proud breasts in addition to the gold rings attached to the pierced clits of their clean shaven pussies.

“This is… glorious,” M’Baku said, licking his lips at the delectable sight.

“We beg to be allowed to approach your blessed feet, your majesty,” Ororo said.

“I shall allow it,” M’Baku replied.

A murmur of shocked cries swept across the golden tribe prisoners in the hall as Ororo and Ramonda got down on all fours and seductively crawled like panthers up the steps towards M’Baku. They each stopped before either one of M’Baku’s feet and proceeded to run their tongues along his feet subserviently.

“Mmmmm, I love your gift, my brother,” M’Baku said, feeling his massive cock harden.

Kraven raised a goblet high in a toast. “Glory be to the king!”