A Week Later: Aftermath [pt. II]

More of this was written with Namichwan

"You know for someone with two gorgeous women tending to your dick, you've got an awfully melodramatic look on your face."

Teeth playfully bit into the soft spongy flesh of his cockhead and his attention was snapped from his thoughts as America saucily regarded him with raised eyebrows from behind his fat glans.

He smirked, "Hey now. I've got the weight of taking over worlds on my shoulders."

Felicia stopped sucking on one testicle hanging low between his thighs, popping her head to say, "Mmm... Plus the weight of these big nuts of yours. Good thing you hired a fine-ass cat to help you bear the load, huh?"

There was a loud slap as America took the opportunity to smack-grab Felicia's big pale butt, "Hella' fine ass! Not that… you know, you have to take over any world, Mark. I just love that you want to make all of the paper-people real, but that’s a Sisyphean task for reals..”

“Paper people?” asked Felicia.

America patted one of the voluminously white haired beauties dangling jugs, "Awe... don't you worry 'bout it, kitty-cat. Your pretty ass got saved by our Mark. You're gonna be fine, girl!"

Black Cat looked briefly suspicious but her professionalism won out as Mark settled his hand lightly atop her head, giving a gentle push downward. Her silvery hair spilling around her shoulders, she got the message, eagerly sealing her plump, pouty pink lips around his bloated cockhead, sucking it lovingly as she bathed it with her tongue.

America's brown eyes met his glowing wickedly with lust and anticipation as she watched Black Cat work.

Given her original lesbianism America had taken to Black Cat's addition to his harem with enthusiastic aplomb. The more the merrier, after all, and it seemed that America was a woman after his own heart, one to never turn down an opportunity to get some pussy.

Though still heterosexual, Felicia was more than willing to play along given that Mark had modified her mind to believe her ultimate goal in life was to not only be a world-class thief but a consummate professional sex pet as well.

Getting back Black Cat had been kind of anti-climatic.

From the outside it was like something out of an epic sci-fi romance almost. He'd crossed time and space to find her. Except she was the brainwashed **** he least cared about. Not that she wasn't awesome. She was beautiful with striking silvery white hair, big jubbily tits, a thick bubble butt with legs that went on for days. Practically a celebrity jewel thief and cat-burgler who could go toe to toe with New York's heroes on a regular basis.

She'd also been the latest of his conquests before his fall and he didn't have all that emotional attachment to her. He'd turned her into a sex worker happy to sign up with an aspiring villain for professional reasons. The fact that she thought it was common sense that the position involved her pretending to be a pet cat at all times was more than a bit entertaining. There was certainly a level of niceness to having her back since she was a hot silverette with a hotter bod, but then he’d fucked so many on his way to her that he’d almost forgotten why he came to Markanda.

His reunion with America had been far more emotional. She’d been weeping at his return, smothering his face with kisses as if to never let him go again. His lesbian multiversal taxi was becoming one of his more favored acquisitions for usefulness… but he’d be lying if he didn’t like her sassy personality as well.

No surprise there.

They dragged their tongues up his prick, the saliva-coated fingers caressing and massaging the skin of his balls as they did so. It was a surprisingly intimate sensation, their tongues sliding against each other as they worked their way up the length of his dick. He felt their breath on the sensitive underside of his cock, their cheeks pressed against it as they tried to get their mouths over the crown of it, their eyes locked on it, the lust in their gaze almost palpable.

“You have fun while I was fighting for my life?” He commented, speaking to America, after she was done marking her Mark.

She shrugged playfully, “Can’t lie. I now know the taste of every cunt and tight little butt-hole in A-****. Trust me, She-Hulk’s tastes way better than you think.”

“Oh? And here I thought you’d renounced your female desires.”

She cringed her face a bit, then lowered her hand to the floor, “It’s all other men, then women, then you waaaaay up here.” Her hand was far above her now, “I’m Marksexual first, but when you’re not around for a few weeks I’m sorry if I choose girls over limped dicked X-Men or Spider-Cuck.” As they laughed at the memory of Peter masturbating early and often to his wife making out with their daughters… before America grabbed Mark and brought him in tightly for a hug. “I just care about you… okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I-” He tried to pull away with some coolness, but couldn’t exactly fight a worried super soldier from another universe. Sighing at her emotions and silent weeping before placing his hand on her head, “I care about you too.” He said quietly while hugging her back.

They stayed like that in the alternate universe palace for another minute before finally pulling away. Totally missing a certain redhead watching on with interest, mostly because a bleached white blonde bimbo blocked the way.

“Master! Your pet cat loves you too!” Felicia had purred, rubbing her pretty face into his chest as much as she could, “I’ve been playing with all the people in your house, just like you wanted me to!”

It was nice to see Black Cat again, especially getting to fuck her in front of her old love Peter, but that was a few days ago now so Mark was eager to get the final ceremony out the way and leave this universe forever. Ororo, Jean, and Sue were still out there needing his help. Not to mention his little nest egg back in the Utopian Parallel.

King Mark kept telling him to just wait it out until they got things sorted. He hadn’t let the power suppressing beads off of America, so it wasn’t like Mark could go anywhere, but being confined to this cushy suite could only do so much for his health. He got to have America and Felicia in any position he wanted, call in any guy he wanted to have them be cucked including the old King or his father of all people, and he could even send a request for certain chicks to bang! There was a grand no-bone list of King Mark only fuck-buddies, but Diana, Ex-Queen Ramonda, a few Dora Milage, and Mary-Jane were all free to plow!

He’d even had a reunion with his mom. It was weird, but kinda welcome to see her again. His blonde pixy-cut mom,with her thick thighs, taut stomach and copious acts of motherly affection and parental discipline over the years.

His last vivid memory of her had been fucking her asshole as a mere afterthought to doing the same to his Jean. He'd brought her along when he'd went after the Fantastic Four but he'd then unashamedly turned Sue Storm, The Invisible Woman, into an even better mommy fuck-hole than his own real, biological mother, and that was saying something.

Damnit! He missed Sue… He really wished she’d ended up here rather than Felicia…

It seemed his mom was now just living it up in the life of luxury, admiring her son’s work from afar and getting boned by his kingdom when she wanted. The only time she saw him was on the TV or at Christmas, which made Mark feel a little sad but not exactly judgy since if he had all this then his mom wouldn’t be top of the importance list either… though he did tell her he’d brought her to the Baxter Building and she seemed to be happy about that.

Commenting on how young he looked, almost the same age he was when he took Wakanda and stopped seeing her as much… Mark fucked her hard, and convinced Queen Ramonda to be her friend before saying goodbye to his mom, perhaps forever. After all, her name wasn’t on his list of multiverse standees, so either she was lost to the infinite void or she had been left behind with the superheroes. Either way not to be seen for many months or years to come.

It left him feeling melancholic…

So what else was there to do but watch porn while he waited!

“Hey, check this out,” Mark said, pressing an extra button on his hud. The blue display that only he’d seen suddenly began pouring out into the rest of the room, showing the two girls the same screen and blue flickering holograms that were on his hud before. “This place has some crazy historical documentaries, but more importantly it’s got public domain porn based on it!” He laughed, “It’s as if Wikipedia got eaten by PornHub!”

“Wow, look at all these options,” America awed, sitting up on the chair with Mark while Felicia kept herself busy below, “‘Taking over the Dora Milaje’, ‘Conquering the false king’, ‘X-Men fall’, ‘The Battle of Five Avengers’... you had quite a few adventures in this unive-OH! Make your own porn?! That sounds fun! Can we do it, dueño?” She eagerly asked, which Mark could only smile and click the button.

The options menu for ‘Build Your Own Smut’ was pretty extensive, with menus and folders having a few subsections to their design. As would be potentially expected when having to create entire scenarios through AI.

“Hmm, looks like some things are locked behind certain pay grades, but since I’m technically Mark I get access to everything…” He said while pressing a few folders marked ‘Level 6’. “What the hell is a ‘penis enhancement’?”

After pressing it, nothing happened.

“Ohh, I know what that is,” said America, reaching down to scoop the huge dick from Felicia before shifting it out of the way, revealing a shimmering blue simulacrum of Mark’s dick exactly where it had been, “You have to be a VIP to get to pretend to have the biggest white cock in the universe. Guess you two really do share sizes, eh?”

Letting the thick girth twang back to where it had been, slightly smacking Black Cat’s pristine face on the way, Mark turned off the useless enhancement and continued browsing.

“So we can select a girl, then select her mood…” America commentated, the two of them looking through the extensive list of names. Split into categories of Wakandan Civilians, Ex-Royal Family, Hero Teams, and Villains. “Doesn’t look like anyone has access to the queens, which makes sense. King-you wouldn’t even let you interact much with Jean or Ororo, and he’s you!”

Yes, that fact had steamed Mark a little, but he knew that in the same position he’d be protective of his favorites as well.

“Hang on! There is one!” America pointed out the name on the list. “Mystique! I think she was a queen, but maybe she’s cool with being used for smut like this?”

“Oh yeah. She’s the one who can change into anyone, right? I don’t think I ever met her.”

“Haven’t you?”

The two looked down with sudden shock at Felicia. The woman in front of them smiled evilly, with a deeper voice than usual, and as she stood up slowly… nothing happened. “Heehee! Gotcha! That would be pretty wild though, right?”

America smiled and Mark rolled his eyes but kept the playful tone by flicking her exposed nipple and then returning to the porn.

“Why would you want smut of a girl who could turn into anyone anyway? When you could just… select a different chick?”

With a tutting sound, America disagreed, “You really haven’t seen her. Having battled that big blue bubble butt before, I can tell you that even without her powers that is one grade-a hottie.” She explained, prompting Mark to press the button for the blue girl and having her hologram appear in the room.”

He looked over the hourglass figure with some level of admiration, “Hmm, not bad. What mood should we give her?”

“Make her humiliate someone,” added Felicia from below, “That suits her bitchy attitude to a T.”

Maybe the cat was growing on him, “Good shout. They have a bunch of NTR categories… ah there we go, ‘humiliate the other men in the room’.”

The fake Mystique said nothing.

“Oh right, make some extra men.” Mark quickly went back to that section of the folders, “Let’s see… what about her old friend, Magneto?”

As soon as the old man materialized into the room the blue redhead grimaced hard. “Eric, you absolute pathetic piece of shit.” Her voice was snide and chiding, even while Magneto stayed relatively placid, “How dare you try and keep me on your staff when I could be riding that actual staff?! Your ‘Homo-Superior’ bullshit was just your attempt at feeling big when it’s so clear you’re a tiny fish in a big dick pond!”

Hologram Mystique slapped Hologram Magneto hard across the face, the three watchers just whistling or cooing their enjoyment. “This is better than Mama’s old soap operas!” America clapped, “Can you make him less boring though?”

“Personality… cuck.”

“It’s all true, Raven…” the fake Eric suddenly broke down, “I am nothing compared to real power. I someday wished to taste your fruit myself, but nothing would make me happier than watching the chance be ripped away from me by a true man. Please, perform coitus on this big dicked stallion and bar me from entry into your heaven!”

Seeing the leader of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants act like this was extremely entertaining, but Mark had some bigger beefs to squash than these two who he’d never seen before.

“Actually, let’s switch it up.” Once more his hands began rapidly pressing through menus, the scene in the room once more changing to one of two humans. “Hello, Pepper and Tony, the **** cuck!”

“Pepper… is there really no way?”

With a pitiable sigh, Pepper shook her head, “You’re just too small, Tony. I’m sick of fucking around with metal gizmos to make you look bigger. I’m a girl with needs, and those needs require me to have real sex again.”

The Iron Man grimaced, looking over at Mark with a lot of **** in his face, “But… him? If you go with him then… I’ll never…”

“You’ll never either way, Tony.” Pepper shrugged, walking over to Mark while unbuttoning her shirt, “I know he’ll stretch me out beyond your capabilities, but at least you built that nice onahole for your small pecker to enjoy.” She purred, her hologram hand slowly raising up and down Mark’s length as her smile grew, “Just sit back and watch a real man…”

“Yes, Pepper…”

Mark was only giving the scene half his attention as he perused the ubiquitous options. The AI nature of the ‘Build your own Porn’ was getting kind of dull already, with stilted acting and uncanny valley faces, it was perhaps an unfinished technology that wasn’t worth looking at anymore. Instead he went back a few folders to check out ‘Best of Markanda’, which was tagged as ‘real’ and ‘historical’. It was still full to the brim with options, it really seemed like his counterpart did nothing but stage elaborate pornography. One wondered where the man found the time to actually fight and capture so many superheroes.

Then again when you had an entire nation-state of millions brainwashed and no doubt implanted with your exact fetishes, this shit probably happened without Mark having to lift a finger.

"Wait. 'Running of the Bulls'? That's not-"

He'd already selected the title and a new hologram blossomed, engulfing half the room wiping away the scene of Tony Stark quipping and humping his device as Mark plowed his wife.

An open square in the city. Filled full of Wakandan women. On one side a raised dais where an official delegation observed from comfortable seating. King Mark was up there with his entourage. On the square below that section was a line of people, half of whom were men who were naked and crouching like beasts. Standing behind them were women, clearly superheroines of various stripes. They were scantily clad, generally wearing generally wearing versions of their official outfits that were little more than fetish wear.

The scene quickly changed from the disorienting landscape view that made all the figures in it look like toy people, to brief close-up holograms of the many and varied women in that crowd. Beautiful black women all smiling, faces shining with excitement and anticipation. Some wore traditional Wakandan dress, but the vast majority were topless wearing little more than colorful loincloths, generally full black tits glistening in the sun. They clapped and laughed, chanted and sang.

One could see the eagerness of their eyes, their smiles, their hands waving excitedly.

“What the hell is this?!” asked Mark wonderingly, even as he instinctively picked up on what his variant was up to, his cock twitching in America’s and Felicia’s hands, their lips continuing to pepper its flanks with sweet kisses.

America twisted and leaned back against his spread thigh, peering at the hologram with lecherous interest, “Mmmm… I don’t know… but mama like…”

Felicia finished a lick of his cock. A long-LONG, lingering lick, one that went from the very base of his immense member to the top. She tilted her head and regarded the image in the air, much less impressed considering she didn't have a lesbian bone in her body yet. Her body language abruptly changed as the Hulk was suddenly front and center in the image, gargantuan green muscles with thick striated veins bulging beneath taut skin, massive shoulders like rocky boulders as he hunched over like a giant gorilla, his face scowling and angry, fists clenched tight, black hair wild about his forehead. But it was clearly the size of the enormous green erection that angrily arched from his hairy crotch that had struck Felicia. Cable-like, flexing veins up and down the length that was easily on par with Mark's, sludgy pre-cum flowed freely from its tip.

The Incredible Hulk wore a thick collar with metal spikes with a steel chain that ran back to the She-Hulk's grip, the green-skinned amazon standing tall behind him wearing only a smirk and a pair of booty-shorts in bright purple and white that recalled her usual costume, both her bulging washboard abs and large perfectly buoyant green jugs glistening with copious amounts of oil.

“Jesus Christ!” Felicia swore, "That is one big green dick."

America had her head parallel with the ground, plush lips pressed to the side of Mark's cock, hands cupping his saliva slicked length. She pulled away and after licking teasingly on one big windy vein, she regarded the image with perfectly modulated disdain, "Eh. The only color a grande polla should be is white and that's one nasty looking bicho and that's with Banner pumping his size with gamma radiation. Our master's got the real deal right here."

"Awe..." Mark playfully intoned as he reached around to the back of America's head, twining his fingers through her thick hair.

What happened next upon the holographic 'screen' was Shuri playing at being a pet, moving from King Mark's feet at a loping crawl to abruptly stand tall at the edge of the dais, her little tits bouncing with each movement, hips swaying sensuously as she stood straight and proudly.

"Now is the time, Markanda! It is time to ADVANCE our bloodlines! Let the Bast-blessed mutant seed fertilize your wombs! The outside world hates and fears mutant-kind! Ignorance! Fear! Hate!"

The crowd of women cried out with jeers and displays of clear disapproval.

Shuri paused and cocked her head to one side, casting off her imperious tone for one more akin to a schoolgirl excitedly awaiting permission to go out with friends. "But we know the truth, don't we?" Mutants are Homo-superior! They are the future! They are... progress! Outsiders weaken themselves by rejecting the fruits of evolution! But we, Markandans, will embrace what makes us stronger, and take pride in it! Mutant genes will make our nation strong! Our powerful MUTANT children shall inherit this earth!"

She thrust her arms up into the air, their ends encased in weird silvery panther-shaped gauntlets and a sharp crack like a gun-shot emanated from them, the air visibly warping where the sound came from before the effect faded.

The line of mostly white and exceedingly muscular male superheroes bounded forward.