A god walks among his worshipers

A myriad of dark-skinned hands supported Mark as he was carried across a veritable sea of women. Each stared at him wide-eyed, professing her worship and undying love for him.

He could see them with his other sense. They appeared to him as bright little bundles of neurons and electrical impulses that comprised their collective life experiences and made them who they were. He could change any of them in a heartbeat into whoever he wanted them to be. In a way, their veneration of him as their god was not too far removed from reality. It was almost enough to distract him from the fact that he currently had a cosmic entity trying to kill him.

The Wakandans wouldn't have been so different just a little while ago. Now, they worship the ground I walk on. I'll beat the Phoenix somehow. I have to.

“My King, I love you!” one said as she trailed her hand across his naked back.

“Please give me your babies!” another said as she fingered her pussy.

“Pick me, please. I’ll do anything!” another begged, mashing her big black tits together.

His cock hardened, Shuri’s nanobots ensuring that his already prodigious refractory period was enhanced to superhuman levels. As long as he was properly fed and hydrated, his body would never tire of the exertion sex placed upon him.

“Okay, okay. Set me down, ladies,” he waved his hands downward. The women who held him up lowered him gently. They parted, allowing their king some space among the throng of nude black female bodies.

He took a moment to stare at the naked women around him. They seemed to bask in his attention, cupping their breasts or turning to show their bubble butts. He bit his lips as he gazed at their thick thighs and large breasts. He wished he could impregnate them all at once.

Hm.

He approached a younger woman who had turned to show him her rear and spanked her, sinking his hands into her tight firm ass.

She shuddered and whimpered. He spanked her again. He looked between her asscheeks.

Wow, her pussy is practically gushing. I mean, it’s not so surprising considering I’ve brainwashed her, but still.

The women around her watched him with rapt attention, but two were closer to her than the others. One was older, perhaps in her mid to late thirties. She was delightfully plump in all the right places, with delicious melon-sized breasts and wide matronly hips. The other appeared to be about the same age as the girl he’d spanked. Her perky, medium sized breasts jiggled as she played with her pussy.

“Stand up and let me get a good look at you. What’s your name?” he asked.

The young woman stood and turned to face him. She was pretty and looked like she was around eighteen or nineteen. Her light brown eyes gazed at him reverently and her open worship of him sent tingles of pleasure down his spine.

“K-Koruti, my King,” the girl’s knees trembled as she bowed.

“And are these two women with you?” he asked. At her quick nod, he said, “Well, introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Tanzule, my King,” the mature woman next to Koruti bowed to him before placing a hand on Koruti and the other girl’s shoulder. “These are my daughters Koruti and Ejima.”

He couldn’t help but grin lewdly.

“They wouldn’t happen to be twins, would they?”

Tanzule smirked back at him, like a merchant latching on to the interest shown by a customer. “They are, my King.”

“How would you feel if I told you to hand over your daughters to be my fuckslaves for the rest of their lives?"

The twins gasped in unison. Koruti bit her lip, dark eyes smoldering with lust as she gazed at him. Ejima reached a hand between her legs and pinched her clit. Her little black pussy grew incredibly moist.

Tanzule swallowed audibly.

“My King… I can’t imagine a higher honor a mother could receive than having daughters worthy of… of being fucked by the king of Markanda,” she almost gasped the last word, giving it a holy, almost reverent tone. Her brown nipples hardened. She took a step closer to him, huge tits wobbling and jiggling. “So if you decide that you want to take my daughters and fuck them and get them pregnant with your thick virile white seed, I’ll give you my full support. I’m sure the mothers in this crowd would do the same if you wanted to take their daughters.”

More than a few mature women in the crowd nodded their heads approvingly.

Tanzule continued, “Besides, both of my slut daughters want you like they’ve wanted no other man. They spent the entirety of their allowance on sexy outfits in hopes of catching your eye. They didn’t know they would be **** to throw their clothes into the pyre in order enter the stadium and **** to be as naked as the rest of the women blessed enough to stand in your presence.”

Mark chuckled and was echoed by the dozens of beautiful women who surrounded him.

Koruti and Ejima blushed and glared at their mother.

“Seriously, Mother? You wore the most whorish outfit of all of us before the King’s servants made you burn it. We even heard you bragging to Father that you’d have a royal white bun in your oven before the night was over,” Ejima said.

Mark raised his eyebrows.

Tanzule blushed.

“A royal white bun in your oven, huh?”

She rubbed her thick thighs together. “Y-yes, your Highness. I-I am still fertile and you’re a god among men, so much more handsome and powerful than my husband and the False King T’Challa who ruled us unjustly for so long...”

Mark’s cock twitched and an idea formed in his head.

“Is your husband here?”

Tanzule nodded.

“Yes, your Highness. He’s up in the stands with all the… less endowed Markandan men. Hm. Mkhiwe was so sure I’d never get the chance to meet you.”

“Just goes to show that most men don’t know what they’re talking about, Tanzule,” he let his hand fall to her breasts, eliciting an appreciative moan from her.

She reminds me a little of Ramonda, except younger. I wonder what a night would be like with just the three of us together.

Mark grinned and pressed his index finger against Tanzule’s plump lips. She opened them, allowing his finger into her mouth to explore it as he willed. He stroked her tongue and then probed the back of her mouth. She gagged slightly and her eyes watered. He pulled his finger out and wiped her saliva on her massive black tits.

Tanzule swooned.

“Hehe. This is fucking wild. How do you think your dear husband would feel if I knocked up all three of you?"

Tanzule and her daughters smiled at him, their pretty eyes twinkling with barely concealed excitement and lust.

“I doubt anything could make him happier. Talk of your baby growing in my belly and the bellies of my daughters is the only thing that gets him hard enough to have sex anymore. He refuses to cum inside me because he understands that the possibility of my being impregnated by you is more important than any children he could sire with me.”

Mark’s cock twitched.

Okay. That’s… wow.

“Um. Okay. How about you and your daughters join me on stage? I think we should give Mkhiwe a show he’ll appreciate.”

The three women in front of him grinned lewdly and followed him as he made his way back to the stage, nude women giving way for their living god.