Sebastian Shaw, The Black King

On the new mutant island of Krakoa, where all mutants lived in harmony, Sebastian Shaw was furious.

He had been left humiliated and maimed by Emma Frost and Kitty Pryde, reduced to a one-eyed fool in a wheelchair and blackmailed into silence and obedience after they had discovered his schemes and his earlier **** of Pryde.

Luckily, **** was literally and figuratively within his grasp. Placed in his lap was a small crate that could contain immeasurable power. He cracked open the crate his men had just delivered with his bare hands, using all of his diminished strength. It had taken all that remained of his reduced fortune and burning every last favor he was owed as the Black King of the Hellfire Club but, if what was stated was true, this longshot would provide him all the power and vengeance he ever dreamed of and more.

Carefully covered in a bag (his men had been given instructions that no one was to touch it) was a burnished bronze lamp that glittered in the light of the tropical setting Sun. Sebastian rubbed the lamp and nearly crowed in triumph as purple smoke began billowing forth.

"Yes! YES!" he roared.

In a matter of seconds, the purple smoke coalesced into the form of an improbably proportioned Arabic girl with long dark hair and glittering purple eyes. Her voluptuous body was covered in thin purple silks that accentuated her near nudity rather than hid it, an outfit that made even the classic Hellfire Club attire for women look modest. She looked like a stripper or porn star playing up the "harem girl" cliche but he had done his research but he had spent a small fortune to know she was far more than that.

"Greetings, Sebastian Shaw, I am-" the entity began to speak in a sultry tone.

"Inara the Ifrit? A being of immense power able to grant any wish I desire, so long as it is lustful in nature?" he interrupted, impatient to get started.

The purple eyed beauty blinked a bit in surprise.

"Well! Yes, yes I am! How nice that I get to skip the formalities. It seems you've been seeking me for some time, then?"

"Obviously. I've exhausted my entire damn fortune to find one of your kind." he grumbled before sizing her up in a way that was mostly more shrewd than leering.

"And here I am!" she replied with a smirk and a mockingly low bow and curtsy that showed off her tremendous bust and other assets before straightening up and cocking an eyebrow as she looked around her surroundings. "On a living island full of . . . mutants? Superpowers? My, the things that change over a few centuries!"

He continued as if she hadn't spoken, rubbing his hands eagerly, his mind already on the vengeance and power he was about to obtain.

"Before we continue, are there any caveat to your abilities I should be made aware of prior to making my wishes - beyond the rumored ability to penalize me if I refuse to make a wish every evening? The latter of which, I may assure you, you will not need to utilize."

Inara grinned, despite his brusqueness. This man's fury, avarice and lust were off the charts - she already knew this was going to be fun.

"Caveats? No, not much beyond what you've already found out - your wishes must directly or indirectly result in lust or sex, don't make a wish and I get to have some fun, so forth and so on. I don't like killing people because that ends their suffering but that's about it."

She paused and read his mind, then her sultry purple eyes widened excitedly and she actually bounced up and down excitedly.

"Oh! What wonderful wishes you've got planned! Shall we get started?"

Sebastian Shaw's eyes narrowed.

"If you should ever betray me or misapply my wishes, I will have your lamp melted down into cookware and find a way to make you suffer, Inara. Do we have an understanding?"

Inara made a slightly hurt noise before moving behind him to rub his shoulders and press her big tits into the back of his head.

"Come now! I know you haven't had the best luck with women lately, but I'm not one of your exes or some silly do-gooder. Believe me when I tell you this - I've read your mind and I absolutely LOVE what you've got planned!" she finished with a purr, leaning down to whisper the last part in his ear in a voice that could give a dead man an erection.

"I understand and obey, my Black King."

That was the last thing Shaw cared to hear before he made he began making his wishes.

"Ensure that you and I will always remember things the way they used to be." he added in his only caveat before hurrying through his wishes.

***
Across the world, the mystically inclined began to tremble, sensing a huge change about to take place but they would be too late to act. It was about to become Sebastian Shaw's world and they were all going to simply live in it.

***

"I wish that it was a truth universally acknowledged that humans are inferior and servile to all mutants, especially sexually, with the understanding that the greatest achievement any human woman can yearn for is to bear a mutant's child and serve him."

***
In New York City, Susan Richards blinked and realized she really should leave Reed for Namor. She had several good childbearing years left and he was a mutant king after all. Why had she not done so the moment they'd met, falling to her knees in front of him, she couldn't say . . . but there was no time like the present to make amends, she thought. Reed would understand, of course. Her pussy started throbbing at the thought of serving such a powerful and handsome mutant man and bearing his children . . .

***

"I wish that I have been, am and always will be the most healthy, virile, attractive and masculine male mutant alive - incapable of being killed, harmed, controlled or even aging, as well as considered the leader of mutantkind based on my masculine authority."

***
Mystique frowned as she watched Xavier and Magneto disappear off together somewhere. Whatever their schemes were, she'd find it out and she'd get her damn wife back. Nothing mattered more to her than-

She blinked.

What was she doing? Nothing mattered more to her than having Sebastian Shaw's children. Surely, her shapeshifting powers could convince that living sex god that she was fit to be his Queen, the Queen of all mutantkind. She transformed herself into something she thought he'd like - a buxom blonde with curves for days - and licked her lips as she went to go find and seduce him.

***

"I wish that Emma Frost was reduced to a simpering 20-year-old bimbo whose powers are now dependent upon getting her face or tits covered in a man's cum but also unable to get pregnant - a laughingstock whom absolutely nobody respects, with the knowledge of who and what she used to be nowhere else but locked inside her mind unless I say otherwise."

***
"I still don't think you understand." Emma replied in an icy, collected tone to ambassador of Sokovia as she sipped a glass of Chardonnay at a fundraiser in Washington, D. C. All eyes were on her - as usual - as she both commanded the room and issued commands to the leering old man. "Krakoa is the future and I am the representative of Krakoa. Now, do you want your nation to be left in the past or do you want-"

"To cum on my slutty face or all over my big titties?" she heard herself finish in a squeaky, breathy bimbo voice, now suddenly alone in a coat room with the piggish ambassador - not to mention topless and on her knees in front of him, cupping her now slightly bigger and perkier tits with both hands. Her elegant white gown was now just a cheap white micro miniskirt that barely covered her fuller ass and a white vinyl tube top that had been pulled down to her navel, standing out against smooth bronze skin that looked like it was from a cheap spray tan. A shocked Emma tried to figure out what was happening but the man was already answering her crude question.

"Face, I am thinking, yes." the old man grunted with a delighted leer as he unzipped his fly. "Fuck, I love how you mutants negotiate!"

Emma Frost tried to turn his brain into a turnip but found she could only giggle and lean forward to start sucking his cock with an eager coo . . .

***

"I wish that Kitty Pryde was also a walking punchline, reduced to whatever sexual fantasy she would find the most repugnant - albeit one that also still gets her used like the village bicycle - with the knowledge of who and what she used to be nowhere else but locked inside her mind unless I say otherwise."

***
Kitty Pryde scowled at the tangle of expense reports on the tablet in front of her as she sat in the captain's chair on her boat. It was clear that Sebastian Shaw was using all his resources for something and if he thought some legalese would stop her, he was vastly underestimating her. She'd taught herself computer hacking at the age of 16, so this red tape nonsense wouldn't keep stop her. Even so, she was starting to get a headache. She stood up, stretched and-

Caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she slid out of some guy's bed and heard herself giggle. Inwardly, she was too shocked to scream as she goggled at both the naked reflection and the feeling of two huge weights on her chest.

The Kitty Pryde in the mirror had the biggest fucking tits she'd ever seen, bigger than Emma Frost or even She-Hulk! They had to be at least E-cups with huge pink nipples and aureola the size of saucers. On her petite frame, they looked even huger as her already slim figure now had an even tinier waist and a perfect bubble butt. She blinked big blue eyes that seemed utterly devoid of thought and pushed a lock of long, curly neon pink hair out of her face that otherwise looked the same . . . except for where where two pouty lips curled in a seemingly permanent pout of cute confusion, also covered in a mess of neon pink lipstick and what looked like dried cum. She tried to phase out of there but could only grin like an idiot at her own ridiculous reflection - that of a bimbo porn star or obvious stripper with comically huge breasts and an IQ lower than her admittedly huge new bra size. Absolutely no one who looked at her would ever take her seriously. She tried again to phase out of wherever this was and find help-

"Morning, girls!" she squeaked happily as she pinched both of her fat nips instead.

Lightning bolts of pure pleasure rocked her to her core, making her moan. After her eyes stopped rolling back in her head from just the quick touch, she inwardly tried to search her surroundings and looked around for her clothes but only saw a pink g-string, ridiculous strappy pink heels and a pair of pink pasties shaped like a kitty cat heads near the nightstand and ruined headboard. She didn't have any longer to take in her surroundings before turning back around to the man in the bed asleep on his stomach.

"Mmm, I woke up, like, sooooo horny! I wanna get my tits fucked again!" she then heard herself chirp in an inane bimbo voice as she slapped the man on the bed's naked ass with a slim hand that ended in long pink fingernails, even as Kitty Pryde started screaming mentally at the top of her lungs.

"Jesus, Titty, I fucked those ridiculous heavy fucking hangers of yours three times last night!" came a horrifyingly familiar masculine growl from the bed as the hairy blonde rolled over. "TITTY?!?" she screamed inwardly at the horrible but now unarguably apropos nickname.

"I'd say go find somebody else - cuz we both know you ain't picky - but, lucky for you girlie, Old Sabretooth's always up for a challenge!" one of the men she hated most in the world said with a leer and obvious morning wood advanced towards her, not looking her in the face as he grabbed her enormous new breasts and squeezed. "Titty" Pryde screamed with ecstasy at the rough touch - which felt like twin clits were being licked, her insanely huge new udders now apparently literal pleasure pillows - but a locked away distant part of her started screaming for a far different reason.

***

"Anything else?" Inara murmured dreamily as she came rocketing down from multiple orgasms. Making a world this corrupt and full of sex was more than she'd ever dreamed possible and it had felt SO fucking good! Fuck, she'd even let Sebastian Shaw fuck her for this . . . especially with how he looked now thanks to that wish.

"No. Not just now. I think I will take some time to . . . enjoy the fruits of my labors." Sebastian Shaw said as he stood up to his imposing 7 foot height and beamed at all the mutant woman literally fawning at his feet in his throne room, wearing only Victorian lingerie, if that. He wore only a pair of tight silk pants and was now years younger, a literal Adonis. His new and improved huge cock twitched at the sight of it all, nearly ripping the material, flexing slightly.

Both that and his handsome smile alone made some of them moan. The women who were still awake after his marathon fuck session eagerly spread their legs and arched their backs, presenting themselves to him. The most attractive and unobtainable mutant woman alive were now just his willing broodmares. He cracked his knuckles and wondered who he wanted to fuck first. Rogue? Psylocke? Storm? He could have any of them know with a crook of his finger.

Sebastian Shaw smiled. The world was his now and he'd be damned if this world wasn't anything but perfect.