Definitely

Mark had never considered himself a lucky guy. Cursed with a mutation he struggled to control and manage around others, he had turned inward in fear of accidentally changing someone into something they weren’t meant to be and outing himself as a mutant. He had been deathly afraid of being discovered by a government elected by people who made the vilification of mutants into a national pastime. Books, movies, videogames, and even Broadway plays more often than not featured mutants as villains conspiring to corrupt and dominate humanity. Entire television networks had been dedicated to talk shows whose hosts and guests spewed nothing but their own animosity towards his kind. Even the X-Men had been cast under a veil of constant suspicion, despite the fact that they had quite publicly saved the world on countless occasions. Given those circumstances, it was not hard for a child to feel like the entire world was against him.

As he watched his redheaded servant-wife piston in and out of Black Cat with a cock made of a pure psychic energy, he was **** to admit that he was probably one of the luckiest men on Earth.

“Oh! Shitfuck! Oh, God! Meeeeeow!”

How many men would kill to be in my position? I bet even the more “moral” and “heroic” ones would feel a twinge of envy, even if they weren’t conscious of it. Yeah, I was never unlucky. I just needed to man up and take what I wanted before someone else did it to me. That’s how this world is: use or be used.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Mark muttered as he watched Jean play with his latest conquest, her perfect butt jiggling with every thrust. He had returned to his seat to allow more room for Jean and Sue to begin their work. He turned to Sue and saw that she had already manifested a phallus of her own. Where Jean’s was completely transparent, only visible when it entered and stretched Felicia’s cunt open, Sue’s glowed bright blue. A manifestation of the Invisible Woman’s sometimes overlooked ability to generate powerful and surprisingly versatile forcefields. Mark chuckled when he saw that Sue had even gone through the effort of manifesting simulated veins and ridges along the shaft and had even included a bulbous head at the tip. It was incredibly difficult to reconcile the scantily clad horny woman before him with the Sue Storm he’d seen be so calm and collected in the various interviews she had given.

The teenager couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that a mere twenty-four hours ago, the woman had been a superheroine dedicated to the preservation and advancement of mankind. Now, she was committed solely towards his advancement to the exclusion of all else, the way a proper mother should be. Her entire identity had been bound up in her perception of herself as a mother and her pliant mind had interpreted his commands so that she was actively working to become his mother, not only in the sense that she swore to love and protect him with everything she had, but to bear his children in an effort to become a mother to his offspring. The idea of impregnating the legendary Susan Storm had been too enticing for him to dissuade her, and even now thick volumes of his cum swished and sloshed inside her tight vagina. A thin forcefield prevented any of his baby batter from escaping the confines of her womb.

“Are you ready to plug another one of Felicia’s holes, Mommy?”

Sue smiled at him and bit her lip, happy at being addressed by him. “Felicia is a very beautiful woman, a fine addition to your harem, but I think she needs to be broken in a little before she’ll be good enough to be a housecat for my sweet Mark. It’s only proper for a mother to do her best to give her son the best assortment of women to fuck.”

Mark didn’t necessarily agree with idea of Felicia needing a trial phase; he would be more than happy to have Felicia join his expanding harem. He had special plans for her as his agent in New York City. Through her he had a direct line to Spider-Man and all of his associates. He was interested to see if the busty redhead Mary Jane lived up to the brief images of her he’d glimpsed in Felicia’s mind. He imagined having Felicia her sneak into every important building and facility across the city, looting them of items and pieces of technology that could benefit him while discovering the secret identities of hot superheroines he could capture and enslave. Maybe she’d find something powerful that could give him a new ability to surprise anyone who assumed he would be helpless without his minions. Speaking of minions, Felicia’s arrangement with the Kingpin to steal technology from the Fantastic Four might provide him with an opportunity to subdue the man and effectively gain control over most of the criminal elements in the city.

Hm. I wonder if the big man’s wife is a MILF. Maybe I can have fun with her while I’m taking over New York…

He shook his head of his musings. Conquest could wait until he’d had his fun tonight. He smiled at his longtime crush.

“Do you really think I’ll have a big harem one day?” Mark asked, affecting the same timid tone he’d used with his own mother when he was insecure about something.

Where his own mother would have shown him indifference or scorn, Sue practically melted on the spot. “Don’t worry honey. Mommy will make sure you get the biggest harem ever, I promise! I know so many sexy women who would love to be at your beck and call with the proper ‘convincing.’ Just let me know and I’ll set up a meeting with Miss Walters or Miss Van Dyne or whoever else I can get a hold of. Anything for my favorite boy.”

She leaned over in front of him and gave him a lingering peck on the cheek. Mark took the opportunity to stare deeply into her generous cleavage. Sue noticed and cooed, giving her breasts a deliberate wobble. Mark grinned.

I definitely made the right choice going after Sue.

“Well go on, Mommy. Help your sister-wife show Felicia what it means to belong to me.”

“Sure thing, honey!” Sue beamed at him like she were a soccer mom cheering her son on at a game. That image was spoiled immediately by the soft wiggle of her big ass as she sashayed over to Felicia’s hovering form and grabbed her by the back of her head, positioning her forcefield cock in front of the thief’s plump lips.

“W-what the-” Sue shoved her glowing blue cock into Felicia’s mouth mid-sentence.

“Yes, that’s a good slut. Let Mark’s Mommy train your throat for his cock...”

"Slorp. Slurp. Slop. Glurg!"

Felicia could only whimper and moan as the two gorgeous superheroines-turned-thralls spitroasted her, shouting lewd obscenities as they violated a member of their own sex for their master’s amusement. Jean glanced back at him, a mischievous gleam in her emerald eyes as she sucked her index finger and positioned it at the entrance to Felicia’s asshole. The woman’s sphincter yielded and Jean pushed, shoving her finger into Black Cat’s rectum all the way up to the knuckle.

Felicia groaned around Sue’s phallic construct and shuddered as a massive orgasm passed through her. The women didn’t relent, however, their big tits jiggling out of the confines of their lingerie as they pounded relentlessly into Felicia.

“Ororo,” Mark’s member had grown full-mast, straining the material of his pants.

The black woman rushed to kneel in front of him. Her beautiful white hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She pushed her arms together, emphasizing the already prodigious size of her bust. Her hazel eyes looked up at him in askance.

“None of this would have been possible without you,” he said, lacing his fingers through her white locks. Ororo leaned into his touch and moaned, the simple praise dominating her emotional state. “I know it seems like I’m giving the other girls a lot of attention, but that has more to do with their needs than mine. We’ll go to Wakanda soon, I promise you, and you’ll have your **** on T’Challa.”

The older woman’s eyes widened with an emotion that Mark could only describe as abject love. Her mind was awash with the promise of one day returning to African nation and building a strong kingdom to keep her master safe. The lewd sounds generated by Jean and Sue as they continued to spitroast an increasingly insensate Black Cat barely registered in her consciousness.

“May I call you my King?” Ororo asked suddenly.

That’s what she called T’Challa when they were in bed together. Can't say I mind it.

Mark smiled at her affectionately and stroked the side of her face. “I’m not a king yet.”

“But you will be. That much is certain,” Ororo looked downward, afraid to meet his gaze. “What… what will you do with me when that happens?”

“You’ll be my queen, of course, along with your sister-wives.”

Ororo looked up at him, tears of happiness streaming down her face. She reached for his pants, drawing his thick cock into the open. She kissed the tip, leaving a slight smear with her white lipstick.

“Please let your queen serve you, my King,” she whispered before took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking and swirling her tongue around the tip.

Mark put his hands on Ororo’s head possessively to guide her pace up and down his cock while he watched Jean change Felicia’s position midair, allowing her to position her telekinetic cock at the entrance to her ass. Jean slowly inserted herself into the thief’s backdoor, causing Felicia’s eyes to roll upward.

He positioned Ororo so that his cock was at the edge of her throat before shoving himself onwards into the tight depths of her throat. She offered no resistance. Her mind was awash with the desire to serve the man she not only saw as a prospective king of a nation, but as the immovable center of her own life.

Mark smiled. Life was good.