Mark gives the crowd a show

Mkhiwe had never been happier in his life.

Mark Williams, the true King of Markanda, had had his way with the dark-skinned women of his country in front of the thousands lucky enough to watch live from the stadium and the millions who watched from home. The view of the King's massive white cock pistoning in and out of dark Markandan pussy was seared into his mind like a brand. He tugged his cock feverishly. He so wished he could be closer to the King, to watch as he fucked and came inside his women. He'd give everything he had if it would earn him even the briefest glance from his King and god.

With any luck, several Markandan women in the crowd were already blessed with the King’s offspring growing in their wombs. The thought of all those dark-skinned women with large bellies made him draw a shuddering breath.

He thought about his wife and daughters, invisible in a crowd of naked dark-skinned women. He wondered where they were in the crowd. Imagined what it would be like if the King saw them and took a liking to them.

His cock hardened once more when he imagined his wife and daughters taking the King’s huge white cock in their pussies, begging him to impregnate them like good little Markandan whores. He bit his lip, hoping beyond hope that he’d get to see the bellies of the most important women in his life expand as the King’s seed grew within them. Their offspring would be far superior to any he could sire himself, as was natural. It was why he’d insisted on not cumming inside Tanzule. His wife had been very understanding and supportive of his desire. She even had a picture of the true King Mark that she'd hold in front of her face, worshiping it like an icon while he pumped in and out of her with Tanzule barely noticing his efforts. She'd orgasm several times before he could, and ended their sex sessions early so the temptation to cum inside Tanzule would never manifest itself within him. Truly, he could not have chosen a better woman to marry.

It was surprisingly difficult to pick out the King after he’d demanded that the women carrying him over the crowd set him down, even though his stark white skin contrasted sharply with the darker skin of the Markandan women he’d surrounded himself with, but he caught a glimpse of him on the holographic screens that broadcasted images of the King’s carnal activities for everyone in the stadium to see.

He watched as the King led a trio of women through crowds of adoring women that gazed upon their King with open lust and reverence. He smiled, knowing that each of the women in that crowd would obey any of their King’s commands, and bear his progeny should he wish it.

It was not until the three women and the King finally made it to the stage that he recognized something familiar about the women.

“T-Tanzule?” he asked openly. He started stroking his erection.

One of the men nudged him from the side.

“You know that woman?” he said, eyebrows raised.

He stared at the three women, recognizing their faces and bodies. He smiled.

“I know all three!” he bragged excitedly. “The older, more mature one is my wife Tanzule. The other two are my daughters Ejima and Koruti.”

“Damn, you’re lucky. My sisters are in the crowd, but none of them got anywhere near the King,” the man said disappointedly.

Dozens of ears heard their conversation, some expressing doubt that he knew the women at all, but most gave him mutterings of quiet congratulations, even though he could detect a subtle glow of jealousy in their eyes. Pride swelled within his chest. He'd dreamt of something like this for what seemed like forever and now it was actually happening!

He stroked his hardening cock as he watched the King **** Tanzule to her hands and knees on stage, in front of the eyes of thousands upon thousands of Markandans. He grinned when he imagined the millions of his countrymen watching the spectacle from home; each would know that his wife and daughters had been deemed worthy enough to be in the King’s presence and to be touched by him.

Tanzule’s large black ass jiggled when the King slapped it. Koruti and Ejima molded their nubile forms against their King, kissing his neck and shoulders before falling to their hands and knees alongside their mother.

“Ugh! Yes, my King!” Mkhiwe’s cock twitched as he came, semen dribbling all over his cock and legs. He'd never orgasmed so hard in his entire life.

He kept stroking his deflating cock as he watched the show.

Tanzule was tight for a woman who'd birthed three children. Just like Romanda. Mark wondered if that was something that was unique to Wakandan women or if the technology of the country allowed women to keep themselves in tip-top shape even as they aged. He'd certainly believe it. Ramonda might have been in her fifties and given birth twice, but she had the body of someone decades younger and an achingly tight pussy to match.

“O-oh my God,” Tanzule's wet cunt clenched around Mark’s cock as he fucked her. His hips smacked her big thick ass, causing her dark flesh to ripple and jiggle. He admired how her ass dwarfed his waist, and he loved how soft it felt against him.

The crowd of dark-skinned women beyond watched the fucking session intently, oohing and ahing as he pumped in and out of the voluptuous MILF. The knowledge of the fact that her husband was somewhere up in the stands watching sent a thrill down his spine.

-You love me more than your husband. It turns you on to tell others how much better I am than him.-

He felt the commands sink into the older woman's willing, pliant mind.

"O-ugh, my King! Fuck me! You're so much bigger than Mkhiwe!" Tanzule screamed. The words echoed throughout the stadium thanks to the sound system.

"Yeah?" he licked his thumb and pressed it up against Tanzule's asshole. She whimpered and pushed her ass against him. "You like this big cock?"

"Yes, I love that white cock! Bast, you're stretching me out!" she squealed when he drove himself into her again and slammed against her cervix.

"Oh," Mark grinned when he bottomed out inside her. Her tight pussy squeezed and coiled around his cock. "What do you think of my little **** soldier over there?"

"Ahn..." Tanzule glanced forward. "He seems to be enjoying the show!"

Tanzule's son Thante stood in front of her jerking his cock up and down. She and her daughters didn't recognize him, of course, his face obscured by silvery nanites. He wasn't and would never be the same son she'd birthed anyway.

Mark could feel the commands he'd imprinted into Thante's mind to be so steadfastly loyal and obedient to Mark that he'd happily give his life for him without a second thought. Mark relished in his conversion like he did all others, but it was only after a questioning Tanzule about her children and a confirmation from Jean that he realized that the three women were related to Thante.

So of course, he'd commanded his dutiful **** soldier to jerk his cock while he watched his king fuck and impregnate his family members.

Tanzule’s daughters were on either side of her on their hands and knees, arching their backs to emphasize their delectable bubble butts. He reached his hands to his sides to pinch the girls’ asses.

They sucked in a breath and pushed their butts against his hand, even as they whimpered at the pain he caused them.

“Hey Tanzule. Can you guess who that **** soldier is?"

"Oh. Ahn. Oh!" she moaned as he continued to fuck her MILF pussy. "N-no."

Mark smacked her ass. "He's someone very important to you. In fact, he arrived with you the ceremony tonight."

"T-Thante?" Tanzule croaked. "You turned my son into one of your soldiers?"

"Yep," Mark said nonchalantly, as if his brainwashing people into becoming his loyal slaves was completely normal.

In Wakanda - no, Markanda - it is. I can do anything here.

Pulled his dick out until only the head remained inside before suddenly shoving himself back in.

"Ah!" Tanzule shuddered as she orgasmed. "That's incredible! Thank you for blessing my f-aaaahmily! Thante, I'm so proud of you!"

The tall, young man began pumping his cock at a faster pace.

“Thank you, Mother,” he said simply, his voice muffled somewhat by the nanites around his face.

Mark reached forward to insert his index finger into Tanzule’s mouth. The voluptuous black MILF wrapped her lips around it and began sucking it like a cock.

“You should be," he relished in the feel of the tight, slutty MILF beneath him fellating his finger desperately as he pumped in and out of her pussy.

Thante began tugging on his cock harder.

Above them, his two wives Ororo and Jean bit their lips as they sat on their thrones. Smaller than his own, they nonetheless elevated them above the rest of the people in his new kingdom.

Jean smiled at him.

[Tanzule’s husband is watching you, Mark.] Jean said telepathically.

[Hm. How’s he liking the show?] Mark replied.

[Well, he’s already cum once and is currently working on his second orgasm. The men around him are so jealous. Before we messed with their minds, any one of them would have killed you for so much as looking at a Wakandan woman. Now, they’d do anything for you in the hopes that you’d fuck and impregnate their wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters. Fuck, it makes me so hot just thinking about it…]

[I love you so much. I'm so glad I made you into one of my wives...]

Jean bit her lip.

[Me too. I love you, Mark. With all my heart.]

His cock twitched and he came inside Tanzule. His thick white cum gushed into her pussy, filling it to the brim with nano-bot enhanced sperm that would hunt down her ovum and fertilize it. Within nine months, this married woman who was probably fiercely loyal to her husband before Mark came along would be giving birth to his child. It was a heady feeling, to have control over someone to such a degree.

And to think, I used to be scared to even leave my house.

Mark grinned and extricated his cock from the older woman’s folds.

She squealed at the loss of something so big and thick inside her and nearly sunk to the floor. Mark patted her fat ass.

-You love the power your king has over you. You want him to control you and your daughters for the rest of your lives.-

Her eyes fluttered sexily as she watched Mark approach Koruti from behind and insert his cock into her pussy.

“A-ah! Yes, fuck me, my King!” the eighteen year-old’s tongue lolled out of her mouth when he pressed further into her.

He tugged her hair so he could growl into her ear, “Whose pussy is this, whore?”

“Y-yours! It’s all yOUrs!” He shoved his cock further into her pussy until he slammed up against her cervix. The dark-skinned girl trembled as she orgasmed.

He spanked her ass, delighting in the way her flesh rippled.

“I’m gonna cum inside you. Fucking take it and don't you dare let any of it out!” he dragged his cock out of her pussy until only the head remained inside.

Koruti pushed her ass against him. Her tight pussy clenched around his cock, as if trying to milk it of the baby batter within. She gazed back at him, teary-eyed and utterly submissive and nodded.

The modifications Shuri made to his body made certain things voluntary rather than instinctual. He could fall asleep or wake whenever he wanted, ignore pain and hunger, and, perhaps most importantly…

Mark flexed his cock and felt his balls tighten. Within moments, he came heavily within Koruti’s sopping wet cunt.

“Uh! Oh!” her body shook with a second orgasm before collapsing against the floor. “My King…” she muttered. Despite her exhaustion, she quickly moved a hand towards her pussy to close it shut around his cock, preventing any semen from leaking out.

“Good girl,” he gave her ass one final smack before pulling out of her with an audible “plop.” He made his way over to Koruti’s twin Ejima on his knees, giving Tanzule’s fat ass a hard pinch as he passed her.

Ejima giggled when she saw him approach and reached her hands back to spread her asscheeks for him, placing her face against the dirty stage floor that was still smeared with the fluids leftover from the other women he’d fucked there earlier.

“You know your dad’s watching you?” Mark asked. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it against Ejima’s moist pussy.

“Mhm,” Ejima hummed.

“My wife’s a telepath and she said your father came his brains out watching me bring you three up on stage. He's probably jerking off watching us right now."

The dark-skinned woman giggled. "Poor Father. He could never measure up to a man like you, my King. Even Thante as a **** soldier is far more dignified than that man."

"Damn, that's cruel. You don't mind badmouthing your father at all, do you?" he grinned at the way Ejima's pussy pulsed and her asshole winked. Both holes were bare before him thanks to the girl spreading her asscheeks like the submissive little whore she was.

He pressed his cock against her outer folds, relishing in the feeling of her drooling pussy smearing his already wet cock with her juices.

"N-no, I don't. Not when it's for a man like you, my King," the girl inhaled sharply when the head of his cock pushed past the outer folds of her pussy. "Y-you're so big!"

Mark smacked her ass and took her utterance as a cue to begin fucking her in earnest.

The crowd beyond gasped as he began to fuck the other daughter of the MILF he'd inseminated in front of all of Markanda. The women played with their pussies furiously as they watched, and he knew that they thinking about him. What he would do to them if they were in Ejima's place.

He'd never felt so powerful. So in control.

And when Ejima's pussy coiled around his cock as he came inside her, sealing her fate as one of his breeding slaves, he knew Mkhiwe was enjoying the show.