A Day in the Life of Mark Williams [pt. III]

Mark felt them before he saw them. As his dark boots clacked against the ornate palace floor, he reached out with his mind. Xavier’s abilities might as well have been his for the ease with which they answered his call.

He bit his lip.

The minds of Okoye and Nima glowed dimly behind him, like little beacons in the dark. They responded almost eagerly to his touch, and he heard both women gasp as he nudged the pleasure centers of their minds.

They weren’t the focus of his delve into the world of the psionic. No, there were three more beacons ahead, in the dark. They glowed much brighter than the ones around them. He knew who they were. He could feel their awareness turn towards him.

Their minds pulsed with happiness and anticipation. And hunger. He grinned as he finally came upon the entrance to the dining hall. The room was expansive, with a high ceiling. Adorned on the walls were figures from Wakandan religion and history. Ramonda had asked him if he wanted them removed, but he rather liked how they looked. They gave a sense of gravitas to the hall and Mark had to admit that having portraits of the former kings of Wakanda regard their nation’s conqueror with dead, painted eyes seemed rather poetic to him.

The hall was mostly deserted, save for his scantily-clad female servants who maintained the place and a few people at the tables. One particularly curvy dark-skinned woman in her late twenties approached him as he entered the room and bowed. He smacked her plentiful rear as a reward, causing her body to quake with orgasm.

“G-good morning, my King,” she chewed her lower lip, pressing her ass into his hand. He loved the women in the Palace. The hopelessly submissive, worshipful look in their eyes told him that if he so much as hinted at it, they’d spread their legs for him. “Is there anything your humble servant can do for you?”

“There is. I want you to go get some breakfast for me and my Dora,” he gave her one last smack on the ass. “And make it fast.”

“It will be done, my King,” the black woman quivered with a minor orgasm. "Did you… have any preference?"

He glanced back at his Dora. Okoye and Nima still clutched their spears. Their nipples hardened when he gazed at them.

"I'll have a cheese and tomato omelette with breakfast potatoes," he paused for a moment before grinning. "My Dora will have some thick sausage."

Nima giggled. Okoye gave her plump blowjob lips a slow lick with wet, hot tongue.

The servant gave a fervent nod. Her eyes fell to his cock. She stared for a few moments, unblinking, as if in a trance. She shook her head a few moments later and made haste towards the kitchens, her ass swaying and jiggling all the while.

Fuck, I love it here.

He turned to face the other occupants of the room.

Hm. All three telepathic hotties in one place, just like Xavier’s powers told me.

Jean Grey, Emma Frost, and Betsy Braddoc were each clothed in minimalistic bikinis that seemed a size or two small for them. Their tits were practically pouring out of their bras. Scott Summers sat with them as well, adorned in his full plate vibranium armor that he always seemed to wear even when he wasn't on duty training or commanding the Royal Guard.

“Mark!” Jean stood from the table. Her big tits jiggled with the movement. She walked briskly over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so warm and soft. He let his hands fall to cup her juicy bubble butt as her lips met his.

He could feel the redhead’s love and devotion for him as she poured it into her kiss. Their tongues danced for supremacy in each other’s mouths, and though he knew she would yield the moment he wanted her too, he liked playing with her like this.

They broke their kiss a few moments later, but remained close. He felt her big breasts smoosh out against his chest. Mark stared into her gorgeous emerald eyes that had captivated him from the moment she walked through his front door and helped change his life forever.

“Good morning, honey,” she beamed at him. Her perfect alabaster skin flushed red as he gazed at her. He felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest.

“Morning yourself, beautiful,” he replied. He gave her a quick peck on her forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

Jean blushed.

“I slept pretty well,” she said. “I did miss you, though. I was so lonely last night without you and your cock. I thought about calling Scott over, but he’s just so… inadequate compared to you.”

He smiled at her, remembering the night before. He’d spent most of it fucking the very voluptuous Maria Hill into a puddle of malleable goo while Nakia cheered him on. Poor Jean had been all alone, however, bereft of the one man that mattered to her.

Maybe I should have invited her to get in on the action.

“We’ll have to fix that then,” he groped her rear. “I want you and Ororo to stay with me tonight.”

Jean’s green eyes practically glowed with joy as she mashed her lips against his again.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” she muttered desperately as she molded her voluptuous body against his.

“Holy shit, you two are so cute together!” A feminine, British-accented voice made them both glance back at the table. Betsy was grinning at them lewdly. Her purple hair cascaded down past her shoulders in waves. “And the fact that you’re making out and groping each other right in front of Scott is just… wow,” she glanced over at the man in question. “Aren’t they hot together, Scottie?”

Scott licked his lips as he watched them from beneath his red-tinted visor. Mark saw him discretely reach a hand under the table between his legs.

“A-absolutely,” Scott almost panted as he jerked his cock under the table.

Mark chuckled. He’d never get tired of seeing Scott get so completely aroused whenever he groped Jean in front of him. He could feel the barely restrained desire hammering within Scott’s skull.

Betsy laughed again.

“Wow Scottie, you can’t even resist playing with your little cock as Mark and Jean cuck you,” Betsy grasped her tits and began tweaking her nipples. “Oh fuck. I wish I had a boyfriend so you could cuck him, Master. God, I’d just love to rub a so-called man’s face with the fact that I was owned by a far superior male.”

Emma Frost glanced at Scott. The blonde bombshell’s crystal-blue eyes viewed him with an air of curiosity.

“Hm. You were never this aroused when you had sex with Jean, or… when we had our little trists. How interesting,” she said, somehow managing to sound like a stuffy aristocrat despite the fact that she was barely clothed. Her huge tits looked like they had been painfully squeezed into her tight white bra, with a hint of her upper areolas peaking out from beneath the garment.

“Wait a minute; Emma and Scott were a thing?” Mark asked.

Jean smirked.

“Mhm. Once upon a time, Emma and I were rivals. She tried to seduce Scott to rub it in my face,” she said.

“Tried?” the busty blonde replied in a haughty tone. She used a napkin to wipe some syrup off her face before getting up from the table.

Goddamn, she’s hot.

Emma Frost seemed to bask in the attention as his eyes took in her huge tits, toned stomach, and wide, child-bearing hips. Her plump, aristocratic lips twitched upward, and Mark couldn’t help but recall how skillfully she’d wrapped those lips around his cock.

“I don’t need to try to seduce a man who strikes my fancy. It didn’t really matter that I never got your husband to go to bed with me. It only mattered that he wanted to. I saw it in his mind,” Emma said. She was only a few feet away from Mark and Jean now. “Scott was so **** for my touch. If only I’d known...”

Emma gazed past Jean at Mark. Her eyes were cold, blue. Like chips of a glacier from the arctic. Her skin was pale and flawless. Not a single blemish or scar marred her perfect form.

["Master…"] Emma muttered into his mind. It sounded like a plea, **** and aching for something only he could give her.

Mark smiled at her. He wasn’t worried about any telepathic intrusions into his mind, now that he had Xavier’s full psychic arsenal at his disposal. He probed at the edge of Emma’s mind with a psychic tendril. She opened herself to him immediately, just as Jean had.

He sent her images of his cock rubbing along the edge of her pussy before plunging inside, fucking her harder than she’d ever been. He'd ruin her for all the men she'd ever had and could ever have, and she'd look up at him with a blissed-out expression and beg for more.

Emma gasped and moaned. She rubbed her thick thighs together. Her little white thong was sucked up into her wet pussy.

Jean smirked.

“Oh, I know what you did with Scott. Just like I know what you want to do with our mutual mast- ah!” Mark smacked Jean’s delicious ass mid-sentence.

“Ladies, relax. There’s more than enough of me to go around,” he beckoned Emma to him with a mental nudging. The voluptuous blonde blushed as she walked up to him. Her big tits jiggled. Mark reached a hand out to grope one of her fat breasts while he played with Jean’s ass with the other. “As hot as it’d be to see the two of you fight over me, this really isn’t the place to do it.”

“Mmm. You’re right, Mark,” Jean said. He inserted a finger between her asscheeks and nudged her anus, moving the tip of her finger past sphincter. “Ahn!”

He loved the way her tight asshole clenched around his finger. He couldn’t wait to fuck it again later.

“So Emma,” he pinched her nipple. “What would you say to putting a little show on for Scott?”

Emma glanced back at Scott for a moment. The red-spectacled mutant was now rapidly jerking his cock beneath the table as he watched them. Psylocke watched him happily. She’d freed her tits from her violet bra at some point and was playing with them as she egged him on.

“Just look at our stud of a master with the two most important women in your life. I bet his huge cock has stretched their pussies to the point where they wouldn’t even notice your puny little dick,” she said.

Scott bit his lip as he jerked his cock.

“Oh god, Betsy, you don't even know the half of it. I tried having sex with Jean a little bit after my Lord enslaved us to his will and she didn’t even notice me. It was one of the most incredible things to ever happen to me.”

“Haha fuck, that’s so hot,” Betsy said.

Jean’s asshole clenched even tighter around his finger. Her eyes gazed at him desperately, begging him to fuck her.

He grinned at her, feeling at once affectionate and incredibly powerful. Jean Grey and Emma Frost were two of the most powerful psychics on the planet, but they were naught but putty in his hands.

I can’t wait to impregnate the both of them.

Emma gasped and widened her eyes at him. Had she heard that last thought?

“Bend over, both of you,” Mark growled. He shoved them towards the table where Scott sat watching them.

“Of course, Master,” Emma said. She quickly moved in front of him and obeyed, sticking her ass in the air. It was nice and big and round, just like Jean’s. Her huge breasts pillowed out against the table. Her eyes gleamed with desire as she looked back at him, a smile twisting her perfect lips.

Jean chuckled and found her place next to Emma. Her panties were torn apart by an invisible **** and fell to the floor, revealing Jean’s glistening pussy.

The redhead wriggled her rear.

“Hm. This is familiar…” she said. “Are you going to fuck my ass again, Mark, like you did at your house? Are you going to make me scream while Scott watches?”

Mark smacked her ass before placing both of his hands on her fat cheeks. He loved the way his fingers sank into her plaint assflesh. He spread her asscheeks, watching as her tight anus opened slightly.

A flash of movement brought his eyes to Emma. She’d pulled down her panties, revealing her own drooling pussy.

“By all means, fuck Jean Grey up the ass. But I’d rather you claimed my pussy again. The feeling of your cum sloshing around inside me is simply… exquisite,” she smirked when she caught his eye. “Scott hasn’t ever gotten to fuck me outside of his mindscape. You’ll be going somewhere he’s always wanted to but never has… and hopefully never will.”

Scott gasped. “Oh God. Emma…”

“I wonder which one he’ll do first,” Betsy said. “God, this is so exciting! Just look at how huge our master’s cock is, Scott.”

“I know,” Scott said. “It’s no wonder Jean prefers my lord over me. Did you ever get to have sex with him, Betsy?”

Psylocke grinned widely. “Oh, I did. Master’s cock stretched me sooo good. Then he let me suckle on his balls for half an hour. I even swallowed one of his pubes!”

She stood. “Which reminds me. Master, would it be okay if I…”

“If you want,” Mark grinned lewdly at her.

Betsy beamed at him and sidled up behind him. Her large, soft breasts were mashed against the back of his robe.

“Here, let me,” she whispered into his ear.

He held his arms out and let Betsy take off his robe. He felt every female eye in the room flick to his body. He’d buffed up considerably since he’d first met Ororo thanks in large part to abandoning the sedentary lifestyle he'd had in America.

“I’m gonna fuck Emma first. Betsy, get Jean’s asshole nice and lubed up for me.”

“Yes Master,” Betsy hurried to obey. She moved behind Jean and licked her lips. “Jean, your ass looks delicious! There’s no hair there, either.”

Jean hummed.

“Well, you know some of the fringe benefits of having telekinesis. I can shave every inch of my body however I want and I don’t even have to lift a finger,” said Jean.

“Hm That's true. I prefer to have a little hair down there, but to each her own. Mmmmmm,” Betsy said. She nudged her nose between Jean’s asscheeks.

Lewd slurping sounds filled the dining hall as Betsy began licking and sucking at Jean’s asshole. The redhead moaned.

“Oh god. Wow, this feels better than anything you’ve done for me, Scott…” Jean said.

“I'm so glad, Jean,” Scott licked his lips.

Jean reached forward to cup her former husband’s chin. Scott moaned at the touch.

“You’re such a good cuck, Scott. Keep jerking that little cock for me.”

Scott nodded and increased his pace.

Mark settled his hands on Emma’s plush derriere. Her skin was soft and yielding. It was difficult to reconcile Emma’s softness with the fact that at any moment her skin could become as hard as diamonds.

“Are you ready, Emma?” He asked, nudging her pulsing, wet pussy with the tip of his cock.

The gorgeous blonde looked back at him. He could see her want in her eyes. She’d looked upon him similarly before he’d fucked her on the way to the Institute.

“I’m ready for whatever you have to give me, Master,” she said. His cock twitched. Her deference aroused him like few others could.

“Just a few days ago, you would have torn my mind apart the moment you saw me,” he gave her ass a light smack. It jiggled pleasingly. “Now you’re mine in every way that matters.”

“Ah! Yeah, Betsy. Right there!” Jean said.

Betsy’s face was buried between Jean’s asscheeks as she lubed up the redhead’s asshole for him.

Emma rocked her ass against him, nudging the head of his cock past the lips of her pussy. She moaned.

“That’s right, Master. I’m yours. I’ll never act against you again, and if I have my way, no one ever will,” she pushed back a little more, squeezing another inch of his cock into her pussy. She bit her lip. “Oh god…”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her head up so he could whisper into her ear.

“You and Jean are a lot alike, you know? Oh shit… She also read my mind because she wanted to know what I wanted before I said it.”

“Ugh!” she grunted as when he shoved the rest of his cock into her cunt. She was so hot and tight. Her pussy coiled around his cock like a vice. “Ah! Jean and I are nothing alike. Oh fuck!”

“You read Mark’s mind, too, Emma?” Jean said. She rested her face on her arms and stared at the blonde mutant.

“I- ah!” he smacked her ass again and began fucking Emma in earnest. Dizzying flashes of pleasure danced up his spine.

God, I’ll never get tired of this.

Mark reached over to grab a handful of Jean’s tits. She hummed in appreciation and stared at him lovingly.

“I know she did. I think… I think I felt her enter my mind thanks to Xavier’s powers.”

“Your powers,” Jean corrected. “The Professor is merely an extension of yourself. He doesn’t exist beyond you. That means you’re one of, if not the most, powerful telepath on the planet. You could beat Emma in a telepathic battle if you wanted and dominate her outright.”

“Oh god!” Emma cried out when he hinted his cock in her spasming pussy.

“You like that idea, don’t you, Emma?” Jean teased, biting her lip as Betsy continued to work on her asshole.

“I-I…” the blonde stammered. It was strange to see her at a loss for words. She glanced back at him, eyes shimmering with lust and need as he pounded her tight cunt.

“It’s natural for women to be drawn to men who are stronger than them, isn’t it?” Jean said.

“Absolutely,” Scott muttered as he continued jerking his cock. “Emma should just admit that she wants our lord to make her one of his wives.”

Jean giggled at her former husband. “She definitely should, Scott. I know Mark would be happy to count Emma among his wives, to elevate her to one of the queens of Markanda.”

Emma gasped and shook as she orgasmed around his cock.

“Oh Goooood! Master, cum inside me!” she cried out as he pounded in and out of her pussy. He showed her no mercy as he yanked her head back to grunt obscenities into her ear before he came, filling her fertile pussy with his thick baby batter.

“Oooo...” Emma shivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Mark idly played with her ass, his cock still comfortably nestled within her pussy walls.

“So you want to be one of my wives. I think I can fit you in, Emma. But it’s a serious commitment. You need to be willing to devote your entire life to serving me in every way I could possibly need,” he said.

Her blue eyes narrowed slightly, as if she were offended by the very idea that she would be deterred by any warning he gave her.

“If Jean can perform adequately in her role then I'll exceed her in every way.”

Mark chuckled.

I really do need to schedule an event with just the three of us. It’d be amazing to have the two of them fight to prove who was better at satisfying me.

“You certainly don’t lack for confidence. I love that in a woman, especially in one who serves me,” he pinched her ass.

She smirked.

“Then I’ll be sure to remain my confident self for as long as you require, Master.”