Mark and Mystique

"-and all of those we captured in the raid have been sequestered in a training hall I had converted into mass living quarters in preparation. The X-men, the students, and a handful of Shield agents. My contingent of Royal Guard are on watch."

Mark hadn't been aware Mystique had been assigned a unit of his ****-soldiers to command, but that wasn't a surprise. He couldn't be aware of every little detail. He assumed Cyclops had signed off on it, kind of a surprise given Scott's vocal dislike of the woman but Mark didn't mind. His newest Queen certainly deserved some consideration given her excellent performance at the Institute.

It was an hour or so after his successful conversion of Charles Xavier and Mark was roaming his palace with Raven and a pair of naked panther pets following behind. After they'd finished up with the Professor, Jean had taken the powerful telepath to his room where she would be introducing him to the servants assigned to him as well as ensuring the changes they'd made to him were stable.

"Penny for your thoughts, dear?" asked Mystique, looking back over her shoulder as she'd moved a few steps ahead to perhaps distract his attention to her sensuously swaying big blue butt, the string of her white thong actually disappearing between those shapely cheeks.

"Just thinking about how I want to do the X-Men..." he told her.

"Oh I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to seeing those fools become your playthings!" she remarked as she turned around, walking backwards slowly, an evil smile on her sultry blue face, "Do tell."

Mark drank in the sight of her, wearing only a thin strip of white cloth as a loin cloth, a line of tiny gold panther skulls attaching it to her impressively wide blue hips. Nothing on top, her ample blue breasts swinging free, she was a delicious sight to see as he replied, "Except for Rogue who I wasn't going to touch for obvious reasons, I hit the X-Men with 'Don't escape.', 'Don't harm any Markandans.' and 'Obey orders from those put in charge of you', and..."

For the next ten minutes or so, he discussed his plans and ideas with the sexy villainous.

Mark wanted something a little different from his converted X-men.

Variety was the spice of life after-all and he could see his pleasures becoming just a bit stale if every single one of his slaves had the exact same outlook on their lives in his service. That was the reason he’d played around with Nightcrawler’s mind, making the blue teleporter see him as his true God rather than an absolute king he was expressly loyal too. Mark found himself wanting to explore the experience of a group of somewhat unwilling slaves, some who could recall the way they had once been and feel shame and perhaps humiliation at the life they now led.

Not that there weren’t a number of powerful subliminal commands laid deep and permanent within their minds to keep them from harming him or acting against his interests in any real way, there definitely were. Not to mention they were all under the mental influence and overwatch of half a dozen telepathic mutants, a number that included Jean... and even Professor X now.

But for now, at least, they remained themselves for the most part and as such would be particularly enjoyable playthings for him.

Mystique had a lot to say on this topic. She apparently had quite the relationship with various X-Men, having fought them off and on for years and she was itching to exact some **** upon their nubile bodies. She had quite the smutty mind and seemed to be something of a masochist.

"Mmmm..." she turned to Mark, clasping her hands in front of her, causing her arms to squeeze her, at the moment, quite huge blue breasts to explode outward, "I hope you'll let me take part in breaking them in..."

"Hmmm..." he eyed her crotch, currently lacking a certain something, "That's definitely a sure thing. You know I love watching you wield that big futa-dick of yours... What did you have in mind?"

With a knowing smirk she casually pulled aside her loin-cloth, Mystique revealed her shaved blue pussy to him. Suddenly Raven's clit grew enormously, then slid out and down, forming into a thick soft penis as blue skinned as the rest of her. Heavy blue testicles swelled into being below, dropping over her still-present female sex. She started to tug on her girthy length, eyeing Mark's own dick with keen interest, "I would like to request Rogue as a personal project. She's a tough nut to crack and I... as her mother should be the one to break her down for you, her mind...and her body. I've little doubt that with Markandan tech and my familiarity with Genoshan Inhibitor Collars, we can neutralize her power so that you can enjoy her... fully..."

"You're her mother?" wondered Mark, eyes wide as his hands rested gently upon the masked heads of Shuri and Chall, the naked panthers squatting to either side of him and nuzzling his limbs for just that sort of attention, "Daaammmn! Nightcrawler is your baby boy, too! What are the odds! You weren't kidding about how good you were! What is every fifth mutant your spawn?"

She chuckled, appreciating his regard for her sexual prowess, before adding somewhat more somberly, "Hardly. No, more's the pity. A pair of humans produced my Rogue but I raised her. She's my baby-girl."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure she's my baby-girl, now..." he said, "But yea, she's totally yours. Getting past her little skin-condition is your task as well as headlining her transformation into a proper harem-girl. Hook up with Emma, I've got her assigned to keeping Rogue compliant since I didn't dare touch her."

"Thank you, husband."

Mark suddenly looked at her more closely, "Wait a minute. How's your arm? She shattered the bone with one punch, right? You said it would heal quick, but I had no idea..."

She rubbed her bare unblemished and quite clearly healthy and straight left arm, "No, while you were converting Charles our minions hustled me to our dear Shuri. It seems that there are more than a few benefits to being a worshipped Queen of Markanda..."

Massive blue replica of Mark's cock bobbing and swaying before her, Raven moved to bend down before Shuri, taking the lithe black princess's well formed chin in her blue hand, "My good little kitty did such a good job, didn't she?"

Shuri's excited eyes moved to meet Mark's before she very cutely meowed at Mystique, nodding her head rapidly with a smile twisting her lips. When Mystique's hand slipped down to rub each of Shuri's tits in turn, tweaking and harshly pinching her nipples, the panther arched her back and moaned into the touch. She purred when Raven got down and reached between her legs to stroke her wet slit. Shuri ground her mound against Mystique's digits with frantic need, mewling a bit as she glanced fitfully back and forth between both their now fully erect twin cocks.

"Wow. She healed it completely in what? An hour or two?" He was amazed. He knew Wakandan tech was advanced but even he hadn't realized the extent their medical practices left the rest of the world in the dust.

Shuri was bouncing slightly around Raven's two digits plunging into her lewdly leaking slit but she dropped her pet-play for a moment to say, "Hey! I am pretty great, but I can't take all the credit! The Queen's particular X-gene expression played the lion's share. Her healing factor meshed extraordinarily well with my reconstructive nanites."

Just as soon as she finished speaking, she returned to being a perfect pet which for her at the moment apparently meant becoming fascinated with Mystique's huge blue dick hanging in front of her face. She was soon licking it and playfully batting at it from side to side. Raven took hold of her head with one hand and did her part by slapping her cheeks with her thick length before thrusting her cock-head into the slender black princess's mouth.

The fact that both Mystique and Shuri were acting like this because they both knew it turned him on only.... turned him on even more.

So it should come as no surprise what happened next, his cock throbbing and his balls suddenly aching to unleash a nanite-enhanced load of royal cum.

A beautiful woman in a revealing outfit that marked her as one of his Royal Officials was passing by, her eyes fixated on his groin. Half her head was shaved with thick geometric tattoos while the other side sported bright dyed blonde wavy hair. She had a big pair of tits and exaggerated hips. She was thin and fit, and the way she walked in wide heeled sandals made everything move just right.

Suffice it to say that his conversation with Raven paused while he seduced Embi with ease. She was ecstatic that he'd stopped her. Mark couldn't help but feed off this random hottie's excitement. She was leading him into his desire to let go, signaling hard for sex and it made him delirious to have such a fine attractive adult woman lust after him so.

Soon enough he was taking her right there in the hallway, her hands holding onto a pillar as Mark slammed into her as she shrieked her pleasure to the world. Her pussy was so so tight and she was very wet, her arousal leaking down the fronts of his thighs. They drew a crowd. A dozen denizens of the palace hovered around, servants mostly, but a pair of Royal Guard and what looked like a high-ranking tribesman. All of them looked excited to witness their king breed another Markandan pussy. He noted one servant-girl had her wrist out-thrust in his direction with Kimoyo beads, signaling that she was most likely recording this scene for the next round of Royal sex-tape leaks to the net for his people to appreciate and no doubt masturbate furiously too.

"Great Bast!" Embi moaned and apparently felt compelled to state the obvious, "You have a very big cock!"

At some point Raven had grabbed Shuri and was drilling her up against the wall with that blue copy of his dick. Mystique was not gentle. She pounded in and out of the lithe girl's willing form, grinding her against the wall. Small black breasts and slim hips, she was wrapped tightly around Mystique and looked like she was being broken by the bigger woman's huge dick plunging in and out of her viciously.

Embi bucked and Mark thrust. All of them were loud but wordless, Raven and her Shuri too. Embi's body was hot, too warm for this hallway with all these mostly naked people crowding around. Mark was sweating. Their slaps of skin were wet and loud. He reached below her and gripped her fat hanging tits. He pulled her up, hands behind her shoulder blades. With his knees under her ass, she was airborne. He bounced her like a ragdoll.

They went on like that for a good forty minute or so, both of them depositing large loads of fertile cum directly into the willing wombs of the two Markandan women. Around them more than a few of the impromptu masturbating audience came at the same time, including Chall who'd been frantically rubbing his dick ever since Mystique had first turned her attention to his sister.