A Meal With the Uzunes

*written with Namichwan

Soon enough they were both ensconced at a large dining room table with the Uzune family, the fact that they were both naked or at least nearly so not remarked upon but definitely noticed and appreciated.

Though the lion's share of attention from all of them, from the burly husband Jerek with his barrel of a stomach and fairly brawny arms to the college age daughters Judetia and Kedanah, both with very short curly hair and lithe bodies with more than their fair share of tit thanks to their mother Memwia's genes, to K'Tabo the son, a short but remarkably fit guy in his very early twenties, went to Mark. They were beyond excited, even openly worshipful towards him, bending over backwards to see to his every need. They acted like just passing him food was a religious experience and they were all quite obviously nervous about the possibility of letting him down in any way.

Memwia was constantly apologizing for the state of her perfectly respectable home even as Judetia and Kedanah, when they weren't furiously manipulating their odd bead bracelet/holo computers, kept peeking under the table to ogle Mark's penis.

"...we're just so pleased and utterly honored that you chose our family to grace, everyone's gathering in the common area and it will all be ready once you've had your fill. No rush, of course! The Uzune Family would patiently and happily wait, bellys on a bed of coals for a fortnight, in order to serve our King." Memwia was gushing.

Jerak lightly slapped his meaty hand on the table, grinning, "A fortnight woman! Dishonor, I say! The Uzunes would wait an ETERNITY on the King's pleasure and expire with gratitude in our hearts should he never come!"

These people were weird.

Mark exchanged glances with America who shrugged her shoulders and grinned, mouthing 'I would too'. Then she used the sides of her arms to shimmy her boobs for him, Judetia noticing the motion and quickly following with her own brown bosoms.

It was then when things shifted in atmosphere. A couple of their wrist bead things beeped and they all began nodding at each other before excusing themselves from the table. Soon only Memwia and America stayed with Mark, though the mother’s frantic attitude had switched from praise to feeding.

“You said you were hungry, yes my King?” She asked while already spooning several different dishes onto his plate, “Then please, eat as much as you can!” Soon his plate was brimming with pilau rice, vegetable samosas, grilled fish, beef and potato stew, and more. It smelled great, but there was something still bothering him.

“Can I get a drink?” He asked. With another profuse apology she ran off, leaving him with America, “Oi, I can eat this, right?”

The girl had been staring at him lovingly before blinking back to reality, “If you won’t I will, smells great.” She smiled, but Mark was still a little frowny, “You are smart master, but don’t worry. This world may seem too good to be true, but I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled if this is a ‘Hansel & Gretel’ world.” There was a beat with Mark giving her a clear ‘what’ face, “You know, a universe that’s made of proverbial candy but is just fattening you up to eat you. Any sign of a green witch and I’ll be sure to teleport us out. But right now? I think they’re just a nice family.”

With a shrug, Mark dug in. After having so many meals taste strange the last week, it was a relief to get something that seemed like it was from Earth. Utopia was great, but he’d been homesick a bit. Memwia quickly returned too with an ice cold beer, which Mark happily guzzled down with the rest of the lovely spiced meal. The mother nearly brought to tears in how much he ate.

Things began to pick up in motion around him again. Kedanah came back in and said to America that she should be wearing a better **** outfit, taking her to her room. Jerak did something similar, giving Mark a lovely robe to wear so he could replace the half destroyed shirt he was wearing. Memwia just loomed over him, putting another spoonful of food on his plate whenever he finished something. Only K’Tabo was somewhat distant, going to their TV and occasionally turning it on as if to check for something. Mark didn’t turn around much, but he did spot a show about two muscular green people fucking in the middle of a stadium. Almost looked like Hulk and She-Hulk, but they were related, weren’t they?

Judetia was the first to sit back down on the table, though this time with a tablet and a stylus, “I hope you don’t mind, my king. But… we are studying you in class this week, and I was hoping you’d tell me what your favorite conquest was?” She asked innocently, but causing Mark to **** on his food a bit.

He wasn’t ACTUALLY their king, what if he said something that was a huge contradiction and this lot turned on him? Who had he conquered in this universe?!

“Uhm…” Mark took a shot in the dark, “Storm.”

The mother and daughter nodded in complete understanding, “Your first wife! That is understandable, you do not need to regale us with that tale oh King.” Memwia beamed, looking wistfully to the sky as if it was her own story of love, “A blooming mutant and a goddess of weather, thrust together before she realized how great he was and fucking her potential student right there in his room! Vowing to conquer all of her friends, starting with your second wife Jean.” She wiped a tear, “I am moved every time…”

Mark blinked. That was… that was accurate. What the flying fuck? How had this lady said exactly what had happened back in his universe? Was this a Hansel & Gretel trap?

He didn't have time to dwell on it as an unseen message seemed to pass through the family as in the space of a few moments all of them save Memwia seemed to flow past to all exit the room through one doorway, Kedanah dropping America off with him her buxom form still quite naked, just now she was adorned with a loose lingerie set made up of jewelry.

"Uh… am I missing something?" Now he was really getting weirded out.

"Oh no, my king!" Assured Memwia as she leaned way down, giving him a great view of the full size and shape of her massive teats, "We're just having our family get together! Would you like to attend now or…" she was studying his face with an almost manic intensity and she clearly picked up on his confusion as she suddenly looked alarmed, rearing back, "Oh! Or would you like to use the bedroom and have us visit one after the other?"

This mature adult woman was starting to look distressed and Mark found himself pushing to his feet and gathering her into a hug.

It felt like the right thing to do and it was another chance to build up that connection with her mind.

She was receptive. Very receptive.

She seized him in return and he quickly put a hand on her head, pushing her face into his neck. As she breathed in his odor, he couldn't resist and slid a hand down to her ass. He filled his palm with wobbly, feminine fat and dug his fingers in deep before rolling the imminently malleable ass-cheek around. Given the incredible perfection and all around hotness of the women he'd conquered so far, he felt a bit weird messing around with this one. But really, it was just about the fact that he could. He had the power to just take her right here in her family home and with a little bit of effort he could have her dear family cheering as he did so.

He grunted with surprise as he felt Memwia take hold of his cock through his open robe, but he responded by jerking her head back and taking possession of her mouth. She moaned and came on even stronger, the hand on his dick doing long urgent pulls, coaxing it to life as she fell back upon the table sending dishware crashing aside carelessly and dragging him down on top of her.

When their mouths broke apart, she kissed frantically across his cheek, whispering frantically, "Yesmyking..Yesmyking..yes!"

She reached his ear and lightly nipped it, "Take me!"

Her bent legs stop the table spread wide and his questing hand flipped aside her sarong, revealing a meaty pussy whose dark mound was shaved completely smooth of every last hair. And it was absolutely dripping, his hand instantly drenched as he pressed it to her slit.

As Memwia looked up at him from the table's surface with utter lust in her eyes, practically hyperventilating she was so excited, it occurred to him that this had escalated quickly. He turned to look at America who was right beside him, "You sure this isn't a honey-trap?"

He was a little taken back by the knowing smirk on her face even as he found himself ogling the way her tits looked, chains of diamonds sparkling across their gentle slopes. She loved him for that look, and couldn’t stop herself leaning down and kissing him before responding.

"You’d be surprised how fine it is, master.” She told him once they’d decoupled, “Everything is good. Diviértete. Go ahead and sink that big white cock into that lovely looking cunt there. Breed her."

An instant almost orgasmic moan came from Memwia, "Oh yes! Do!"

Mark, not appreciating coyness, gave her a stern voice, "Don't be a silly bitch. Tell me."

Her smiled barely faltered, but she did start rubbing a delicate chocolate finger along his chest, “I apologize sir, but this universe has just made me so happy. My powers aren’t always reliable in the infinite multiverse. I was so worried those Greek whores were to kill you, that I must have inadvertently taken us to the safest universe out there.” She seemed genuinely happy, but Mark still wasn’t connecting the dots here, "This is all about you. They want you to fuck them. All the girls in the family, that's why they're here. Kedanah told me."

"Why?"

"Because it's you! The king is you! Not just a lookalike with your name, YOU! A variant of you, sure. But you, definitely you!” She beamed, sounding like she’d just found out where prince charming lived, “There's a poster of you on her wall naked standing over a defeated T’Challa. She's got a dildo, it's your cock like exactly! Right down to that really big vein that tickles my tongue…” The evidence was stacking, and America seemed convinced, “You really looked like a hero there, Mark. The pure white King and his righteous massive snake. Saving an entire nation! Making all of Wakanda real… it is beautiful. I only hope that I can help you accomplish this with our own universe one day.” She reached over and ran a finger along Memwia’s dripping pussy before bringing it to her mouth, “Their happiness… it is so real you can taste it. Thank you, King Mark.”

Memwia nodded blissfully, “You have only been converted recently, haven’t you child?” She asked America, “I remember how much we all talked about Mark during the first day. There was singing and dancing in the streets, it was glorious…” She sighed before wriggling her lovely jiggly body again, “My King, I beg for your mercy now. Let me taste but a singular thrust of your mighty blade before we meet the rest of the clan. If I can only have a taste I shall remember it until my dying breath…”

“...rest of the clan?”