Royal Celebration [Pt. II]

The queen paused and the stadium erupted into raucous cheers and Mkhiwe was one of the first upon his feet of those around him but they were soon all clapping and shouting jubilantly.

When the uproar died down, she spoke again, “Many of you know me but let me introduce myself anew for my name has changed as has my station in life. I am Ororo Williams, wife to Mark and your Queen! I am… the Queen Storm of Markanda!”

Again wild cheering and the stamping of feet, whistles, and screams. The field below was a riot of motion, waving arms and shaking tits.

“Now let me introduce, Jean Williams, wife to Mark and your Queen as well! She is…. The Queen Marvel of Markanda!” cried Queen Storm and she cast her arm expansively towards the white skinned red-headed woman who approached to stand at her side.

Queen Marvel's dress matched Storm's in pattern and color, purple and gold. It consisted of a corset hugging her torso, revealing the smooth expanse of her pale abdomen. The garment's opening at the front was fairly wide revealing all of her very large breasts' central chasm, their slopes, their cleavage, and their undersides, only loose criss-crossing ties keeping it together. Below she wore a thong and high-heeled boots that ran to mid-thigh. A billowing cape, matching Storm's hung from her shoulders.

As the cheering died down, she nodded regally and waved to the crowd and a beautiful feminine voice spoke in his head, It's so good to meet you, Mkhiwe. Such a fine upstanding man and loyal citizen of Markanda, know that your steady efforts do not go unnoticed and please, enjoy today. He was absolutely struck by the feeling of his queen's presence in his head, feeling such a well-spring of emotion, of acceptance, of warmth, of love, that he couldn't help but tear up slightly.

“And this is, Raven Williams, newest wife to Mark and junior Queen. She is…. The Queen Mystique of Markanda!”

There was a murmur in the crowd as this was the first anyone had heard that their King might have another wife, and they another queen. She had blue skin, a physical effect of mutation, and bright red hair chin length hair. She wore a cape like the others, but barely more. Her great blue tits were vast melons, swaying raucously as she strut and covered only by what appeared to be small panther skulls. Her thong was lined with tiny skulls upon her wide hips, the front of which was a well-filled purple pouch- she was a man?!- had a dick?!

Mkiwhe's momentary confusion and revulsion faded like it never was. That Markanda's third queen was a hermaphrodite was not a surprise. But he was curious to see if she was as big down there as she was on top.

When she joined her sister queens, she looked out over the stadium with a smile, "Now this is a grand sight. Everyone in their proper places at last! Humans below mutants, but all of us... Markandan..."

The crowd cheered. Their people had never had much animus towards mutantkind and it was certainly true that the righteous Markandan society was one in which a mutant ruled, blessed by Bast with powers that the commoners did not.

Queen Storm continued the introductions and explanations of the Royal household over the course of the next hour. It was not a boring affair as the audience hungered for information about their king and these were the cast of characters they would no doubt forever be gossiping about in the future.

They were introduced to Cyclops, the commander of the Royal Guard. With white skin and heavy muscles, he struck an imposing figure in his modified royal guard uniform. He wore a royal red cape upon his almost inhumanly broad shoulders. Above the surely Vibranium cod-piece that was the only thing he wore below the waist was a grey utility belt thick with oversized pouches. To the right of a large belt buckle emblazoned boldly with a red English letter M, was a strap that ran up the side of his bulging six-pack to meet a clasp on top of his massive pec muscle where there was another large M. Here the strap split in two, one continuing straight up over his shoulder while the other stretched diagonally across his muscular chest to wrap around his other shoulder. His eyes were hidden behind a grey visor with ruby lenses and it was rumored that he had the mutant ability to cast powerful lasers from them.

Next they were introduced to every member of the King’s harem. There were twenty-seven so far including the former Queen-Mother Ramonda as well as the false king’s former wife Nakia. He was sure that there was a great roiling jealousy alive among the crowd of kneeling women below towards these. Certainly he’d overheard his twins chattering about the possibility over the past few days.

Each of the King’s pets were also exhibited, as nude as the crowd and crawling. This of course included the false king and Shuri, his sister. There was also a grotesque hairy white beast of a mutant. It hardly seemed worthy of the honor, though Mkhiwe supposed the King might appreciate the pet’s **** musculature if nothing else.

Finally, the king himself finally strode out onto the stage accompanied by a phalanx of nude Dora Milaje. This was the moment the entire crowd had truly been waiting for and the entire stadium was on their feet, roaring, cheering and clapping with total abandon for a full ten minutes before they finally calmed. He wore a simple robe of dark blue silk, tied off at the front, no crown or brilliant jewelry adorned his royal form.

“Well hello there! My people! Wow. It is hard to believe I’ve touched this many of you!" his voice was transmitted by electronic means across the vast space and his enormous image was made manifest in the air above.

“Okay. Well… you’d think I would have prepared a speech. Huh….” Mkihwe chuckled along with most of the crowd at their king's disarming manner. It was hard to believe such an august personage was so down to earth.

“You know what? Everybody on your feet. Stand up!”

Mkhiwe flew off the bench at his king’s command and so did all the men around him almost in unison. He could see the women on the floor below getting to their feet in waves, taking longer as they’d been kneeling.

“Now all of you bend over and show me your asses!”

Mkhiwe swiftly turned, intent on obeying his king as quickly as possible. He did so a bit recklessly causing his face to impact with the buttocks of the man beside him but he ducked his head to the side. He held that position. It was a bit awkward doing so, sticking his bare backside into the air in such a public venue but the fact that he was just one among thousands doing so did much to mollify that feeling. He just wished he could see down to the floor and all of the women doing so as well. Surely, it would be an amazing sight, all those beautiful black butts on display.

“Now slap those asses!”

SMACK He whipped his hand back to impact with his right butt cheek as strongly as he was able to. The sound of thousands of hands upon naked flesh was tremendous from all around him.

The king's snicker of amusement was carried throughout the air.

"Now shake them! Shake them like your lives depend on it!"

This was truly awkward, the movements entirely unnatural but Mkhiwe did his best, raising and lowering his posterior as vigorously as he could, swinging it side to side. As closely packed as they all were, it was impossible to avoid hitting others and he banged his hips against one seatmate even as his face was smacked by the buttocks of the other multiple times. It was an absurd experience and he couldn't help but feel a burble of child-like amusement build up, causing him to laugh and chuckle along with his king's righteous laughter filling the arena.

“Alright. Alright, oh man… Yea, everyone sit back down."

They all did so and their young king continued, "Uhhh... well, I love you all er... very much. And you are all mine!"

Again they leapt to their feet and cheered. Mkiwhe couldn't help but feel another intense wellspring of emotion. Such a simple statement but the deep sincerity of it was impossible to deny. His king loved him and he was his!

This time the riot of cheering humanity went on for about four minutes before the king raised his hand and they all instantly calmed down, growing perfectly silent in order to hear his next words.

King Mark let out a sharp breath of apparent surprise before he continued, a small smile twisting his lips slightly, "Um- I guess- well. Under my rule, Markanda will enter a new Golden Age!"

The tumultuous shouts of joy and praise were somehow even greater than before and Mkiwhe was right there with the emotion of the crowd, jumping into the air and crying out, his fists pumping.

At this point, the king stepped back to take a seat on the throne sitting upon a raised dais in the center of the stage as Queen Storm took command of the ceremony, her sonorous voice and almost poetic word-choice captivating them all. The next thing on the agenda was something that was very dear to Mkiwhe's heart: the induction of new blood into the Royal Guard. There were only six young men deemed worthy of the honor and his dear son was one of them!

The six recruits were all big strapping young men and Mkiwhe was so very proud to see Thante standing at the front of their line, his hand slowly pumping and maintaining his big erection. His son soon knelt before the king. King Mark placed his hands on his son's bowed head. When Thante got to his feet, he was a new person, not the slightest hint of nervousness that had been in his body language before was present now as he strode naked over to Commander Cyclops. His penis was soft, though, as he took the small ring from his superior and placed it on his member.

Vibranium swiftly encompassed Thante's loins as he took his place on one knee beside the Royal Commander. Soon enough his face was obscured by opaque silvery nanites, a Royal Guard's cape hanging from his shoulders. Once again Mkiwhe felt tears stream down his cheeks. This was a momentous day he would never forget! The honor of giving his first-born son to be a ****-soldier to his king was like no other on this Earth!