A Markandan Perspective

Tetu stroked his desperately erect penis.

He clutched it with his fingertips and his thumb, his foreskin rhythmically overlapping his diminutive mushroom head. He wanted to be a soldier, but there was little likelihood of that happening. He wasn’t big enough where it counted. Between the legs of course, but he was also still having trouble putting on any thick muscle mass despite his every effort.

Still, he was exceedingly fortunate! The King. The King of Markanda had graced his clan with his presence, every Uzune Family female would be impregnated with a fine mutant baby! Tetu would be an Uncle, he’d serve and protect them, acting as a surrogate father always.

He served his king and got to his feet, fisting his cock as he watched his sovereign settle in behind his aunt Memwia, the Royal testicles dangled beneath the pale butt, practically touching the floor as the king squat low. Tetu came around to see her shaking, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she raised and offered the great round orbs of her fat plumped buttocks to her King.

Then she was shrieking her pleasure and excitement as her king fed his great member to her and Tetu joined the others in crowding close, body shivering and pulsing with anticipation for the intense one of a kind climax to come. The ample bloat of Memwia's rear bouncing up and down his cock as she held herself in a squat on the tips of her toes, just flogging the meat of her ass against King Mark's hips was a sight Tetu knew would be burned into his memories.

Fortune continued to Tetu as he found himself at the front, the only male to do so in the press around the King and Memwia. His cousins jostled him, their smooth feminine forms feeling pleasant against him as they tended their own loins.

Shear overwhelming elation, that was what he felt in this moment.

He was so close! He could see so much! He'd only attended one Royal Glorification, the distance to the 'action' had been far. And the number of videos he’d jacked himself off to, of his King's sexual conquests had been countless in number. But this…!

He could practically reach out and touch his liege! His eyes remained glued to the immense base of the alabaster Royal cock as Aunt Memwia's frantically clutching pussy was pulled into a pink glove on every outward pull of the King's thrusting chain.

So hot!

He wanted to put his cumshot all over Memwia's big rolling ass-cheek like he'd seen powerful figures like Commander Cylops or General Magneto do, spraying their thick virile Mutant seed in tribute across one of the Queens' lovely bodies as the King fucked her hard. The thought of following in such august footsteps, expelling his merely human sperm atop Memwia filled him with heady delight.

It made him almost feel like one of the big important people for a moment.

"This greedy black pussy is just begging for some manly jizz!' declared the King with a teeth clenching grin.

Memwia was continuing to moan with delight and pleasure at each stroke of the mighty member as the tip of it was driven deep into the wetness of her pussy, penetrating her with ease and filling her completely as only the King was equipped to do.

Tetu's dick was sending out signals of pleasure non-stop.

He couldn't wait to royally cum. His first and last had been at the Royal Glorification last year. The shear pleasure of that orgasm as he masturbated to King Mark rapidly pounding his way down that Fuck Line of over a hundred River Tribe women had been like nothing he'd ever experienced. Every masturbation session since had been a pale shadow. He had wet dreams about that climax. He'd actually become more than a bit obsessed with obtaining another ticket, going to great lengths but of course that was also true for most Uncles in the city not to mention all of the yokel Husbands from the countryside. So of course, he had failed.

And yet now he was experiencing something far far better! A wonderful event that only a tiny minority would get to attend. The King loved his people, to spend a few nights each week apart from the palace harems, his Queens, the eclectic charms of his various Mutant pussy; sharing his enormous cock and his precious Royal seed with the commoners of Markanda was his most intimate act of power.

The King's love for his people was undeniable!

It was a bond that transcended anything else on this Earth.

The King was the heart of the kingdom; the soul of the country. And the country loved him unconditionally

The King was the man who dominated the world.

As Tetu's hand pumped upon his dick, he was filled with an incredible righteousness, an almost religious fervor.

Blessed Bast! This was the greatest day of Tetu's life. Nothing could surpass this glorious event.

The King decided to rest, sitting back on his heels and spreading his bent legs wide to offer himself up as a throne for Aunt Memwia. He pulled her into a very ungainly squat for a woman of her size while keeping her pierced through on the Royal baby-maker. He leaned back into the adoring arms of Imwike and Zolla, the former's brightly beaded dreadlocks falling about his chest as she sucked and kissed at his throat. Sweat glistening all over Memwia's fleshy body, she did her best to twerk up and down the King's cock.

She had quite the challenge raising her hips to the apex, revealing inch after inch of gorgeous royal white cock, absolutely slimed with her juices. The thick muscular tube that ran up the underbelly of the immense shaft sticking out prominently.

There were some knowing grins and a few jocular comments from some of the older men.

"Heh… she'd have an easier time of it riding something our size, yea?" Commented M'Hanse, the brawny tram driver unnecessarily flexing his meaty pecs as he did so.

Uncle Jerek shook his head, "Nah. Never get past that ass, what we got. My lady's built for a deep diving Mutant bull full stop."

She finally gave up giving the King's entire length the full stroke with her exuberantly leaking pussy, the Royal nuts were soaked and sitting in a little pool of her arousal. Instead she just bounced rapidly, giving the crowd flashes of the King's first six inches. Memwia's enormous tits were like pendulous whales hanging off her chest as they swung widely, coming together with loud claps.

The King was taking this in stride, like the utter cocksman he was. Even as Memwia was rocking up and down upon the King’s lap, he barely seemed to notice. Instead he had his head lolling back on his shoulders as he made out alternately with Imwike and Zolla.

Tetu’s eyes flicked across the women of his clan, appreciating the erotic sights. Once you get a Markandan woman aroused, her desire wouldn’t stop. She'd desperately crave a huge white cock as a matter of course. That was why their true monarch was customarily Caucasian, anything less would have offended their collective dignity and pride. He openly shuddered at the thought of a black penis discharging an inferior load of baby-seeds into a black pussy like those pervert husbands out in the countryside.

There were a great many black wombs on this continent fit for such a shabby conception, but Tetu's lips curled with utter disgust at the notion of an exceptional Markandan woman suffering such a base violation. For it was the duty of every Markandan woman to submit to their King Mark Williams' long white cock. To have a Mutant child was the ultimate blessing, be it the King's or otherwise, to progress the station of mutant kind was a boon. Homo Superior could only come into its true place in this fallen world within the all protective and nurturing embrace of the Markandan womb.

The first blast of molten Royal Cum was clear when the King roared in a tenor that was unmistakable, his face twisted into a joyous expression of his pleasure.

"Yes.YES!Yes! G-ah! G-uh-Give me your CUM!"
, ecstatically cried Memwia, her own orgasm spiraling as still more tears of joy fell from her eyes.The King fucked her straight through his ball-draining creampie with a sexual ferocity that had them all cheering, thoughts of yet another Uzune lady knocked up and fantasies about showing off all the feminine bellies absolutely bulging with the King's babies to their neighbors flitting through their heads.

His lengthy prick never stopped its plundering **** on her wrecked womb.

Memwia's face was absurd in her pleasure, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, saliva pouring over her lips like a drooling bitch.

Then Tetu felt his own Royal orgasm boiling out from his balls and his eyes went wide, clenching his buttocks as excitement and anticipation shivered through every pore in the seconds he had before his impending ejaculation. It hit him like a bat between the eyes, he saw white as he bent over his fist and furiously humped it. He groaned and grunted as the pleasure fully arrived, his first shot splattering across Aunt Memwia's giant swinging boobs.

Some of his female cousins laughed at his display. It was good-natured. They would be putting on their own shameful show soon enough, squirting and squealing like bitches in heat.

A Royal Climax, when a Markandan masturbated to their King's sex, was a sublime experience. That orgasm was ten times stronger than one a Markandan could experience by jerking off to a different stimulus or even one achieved during sex with another person. It was also evidence of the powerful bond between King and subject. No Markandan citizen could doubt their loyalty and fidelity to their monarch for they could feel it deep within their loins. The orgasm took away all their doubts, leaving them with only the purest sense of belonging and love and security.

This time there was no need for Tetu to think, to plan, to ponder, to fantasize; the overwhelming sensation took control of his mind, body and soul, causing his body to quake violently, his thighs quivering as his semen spat repeatedly across Memwia.