Behind the Scenes: Royal Gamers [pt. I]

The view passes through the digital flicker of the SHIELD screens, and in an almost seamless transition, the cold, clinical room gives way to the warm, lush atmosphere of the Markandan royal suite. The enormous holographic screen projected the latest round of Street Fighter, casting a soft glow over the decadent space.

Mark lounged at the far end of the couch, his lanky frame draped casually over the plush cushions, dressed in loose joggers and a hoodie. He appeared relaxed, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched the others. His massive cock, despite being concealed by fabric, still made its presence felt—an ever-present symbol of his dominance, even when he was “just hanging out.”

Beside him, Spyke and Sunspot were similarly dressed, their comfortable clothing a stark contrast to the extravagance of their surroundings and Jubilee's starkly lewd and erotic display as a Markandan female.

Jubilee lounged back on the Vibranium Weave Recliner on the floor before the boys, its egg-shaped design cradling her body perfectly as the advanced vibranium-infused nanomaterials shifted to support her every curve. Her legs were spread wide, her six-month pregnant belly pushing against the bright yellow body-stocking that clung tightly to her form. The stocking had deliberate cutouts, leaving her full breasts, round belly, and slick pussy lewdly exposed, her dark nipples firm from her plump C-cups. Her heart-shaped face, framed by a tousled pixie cut, lit up with a mischievous grin, her large, expressive eyes gleaming with playful energy. Confident and carefree, Jubilee’s vibrant spirit filled the room as she owned every inch of her bold, sensual display.

She leaned forward, controller in hand, as her Chun-Li delivered the final blow to Spyke’s Ryu with a devastating combo.

Spyke groaned loudly, throwing his hands up in defeat as the familiar “KO” flashed across the screen.

“No way! Are you serious? How do you keep doing that?”

Jubilee, full of her usual boundless energy, popped her bubblegum and shot him a playful look, her lips curling into a smug smile.

“'Cause I’m awesome, duh! Told you, I’m the gamer queen for a reason, Evan. Keep up!”

Roberto nudged his friend with a good-natured laugh, his Brazilian accent warm as always, "Don’t take it too hard, man. Jubes was always the reigning video game champ back at the mansion. Didn’t matter if it was Street Fighter, Smash Bros, or Mario Kart—she kicked everyone’s ass."

Spyke shrugged, "I was right there! I've beat her before! Maybe I'm just going easy on you because you're carrying that extra XP boost, huh? You've got a cheat code for the whole ‘mutant mommy’ thing.”

Jubilee snorted, shooting him a sarcastic look as she crossed her arms over her chest, clearly amused.

“Oh, please. This bump and these bad boys”—she gestured to her now-plump breasts—“are most deffo my power-ups. Thanks, Wolvie. But that has nothing to do with my 'leet skills! Besides, I could wipe the floor with both of you before the baby bump.”

The dyed blonde black guy, still grinning despite his loss, leaned back into the cushions, trying to regain some confidence.

“Yeah, yeah. But you know, I’ve got my own skills. Maybe I’m not as fast with the controller, but I make up for it in the real world.” He gave her a wink, leaning in slightly, the tease evident in his voice.

Jubilee raised her eyebrows, a sarcastic grin tugging at the corners of her lips. She paused the game, leaning toward Spyke with an exaggerated look of curiosity.

“Oh, really? You wanna talk ‘skills’? C’mon, Evan. You guys are off pumping easy lays around town -- humie women who spread their legs at the drop of a hat for a mutant stud. That's like playing on easy mode." She waved a dismissive hand, laughing again. " But me? I've been going up against Wolverine? That’s like going up against a final boss with infinite stamina, extra armor, and claws. Seriously, you think you’re ready for that?” She laughed again, a playful sparkle in her eyes, daring him to push back. "I'm deffo in the big leagues now. You boys are just playing in the minors."

Sunspot chimed in with a laugh, but this time it was Spyke who didn’t back down. He crossed his arms over his chest, still smirking.

“I’ve been with the big leagues too, Jubes. You think I haven’t scored some high-level mutants? Miss Frost. Rogue. So yeah, I can handle myself.”

Jubilee’s eyes went wide, and then she broke into another fit of laughter, almost doubling over as she shook her head.

“Wait, wait, wait—you think you’ve banged Frost? Boy, please! She probably made you cum just by tweaking your brain. Bet you didn’t even get your pants off before she had you shooting like a water fountain!” She grinned, her tone full of sarcasm but also a playful kind of affection.

Sunspot, trying to keep from laughing too hard himself, leaned in with a nod of agreement.

“She’s not wrong, man. Emma? I mean, you’d know if she was really into it.”
Spyke, still holding onto his pride, shrugged it off with a chuckle.

“Alright, alright. Maybe Emma’s tricky, but I got my time with Rogue, and let me tell you, she’s the real deal.”

"Sure, if you count telepathic handjobs. But Rogue? C’mon, man, you’re really going there?"

Spyke, sensing the setup, gave her a nod.

"Yeah, Rogue. You know I hit that."

Jubilee snorted, leaning back against the couch again, crossing her arms. "You and half the student body and all of the King's studs, Spike-boy! They don’t call her Rogue Slut for nothing! Don’t get me wrong, she’s super cool and all, but everyone knows she’s been an easy lay since she got that inhibitor necklace from Shuri. She went from ‘can’t touch me’ to ‘touch everything.’ Girl’s wild."

Sunspot, usually the peacemaker, chimed in softly, "Hey, Rogue’s cool though. She’s just... exploring her options."

Jubilee rolled her eyes, still laughing. “Oh, come on, Rogue Slut? Please. I spent weeks sequestered with her while she obsessed over getting cored-out by Logan. Poor Remy jerking off like a little cuck while Logan did the heavy lifting. Trust me, anyone could get time with her.”

Spyke scowled and rolled his eyes, leaned in. "So you’re saying she’s a liar?"

"Oh, I’m saying she tells enough of the truth to get Remy all riled up. You know Wolvie was the one who really broke her in, back when we were all doing those little Caged X-Men Shows for Mark. And trust me, she didn’t stop at Logan. Beast, Colossus, even gay-ass Bobby—they were all running trains on her when Logan wasn’t keeping her busy. Rogue’s into it, sure, but don’t think for a second she’s a challenge."

"Alright, I get it. Rogue’s not as hard to get as I thought. But hey, I had my fun."

Jubilee, still chuckling, gave him a playful punch in the arm. "Yeah, well, if you ever wanna compare notes on the real deal, you know where I live. You boys are cute, but I’ve been taking on Wolverine daily. You wanna talk about stamina? My tight little ass has seen more action than you can dream of."

Mark, who had been mostly silent, chuckled from his end of the couch, watching the interaction unfold. He liked these moments of normalcy—moments where he and his friends could hang out, playing games and bantering like any other group of young adults. It reminded him of what things could have been like if he’d gone to Xavier’s School, had he not taken the path he did. But there was something sweeter in this, knowing that beneath the surface, these weren’t just friends—they were his.

He glanced around the room, seeing the easy familiarity between them, knowing it was all part of the world he had crafted. He’d used his powers to ensure it, made sure that Spyke, Sunspot, Jubilee and the others saw him as their best friend, their king, their leader, all in one. There was still a bit of deference, of course. They saw him as their superior, and they should. After all, Mark had set the rules—mutant males like Spyke and Sunspot fucked human women like it was a game, a way to pass the time. It was as natural to them as breathing.

"Well, it sounds like Logan’s got you right where he wants you, Jubilee. But I gotta admit, you handle it well."

Jubilee flashed him a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with something more.

"You know me, Mark. I can handle anything thrown my way. But if you ever want to see what the queen of smashing can do, just let me know."

Sunspot nudged Spyke again, laughing.

"I dunno, Jubilee. Mark’s got the biggest weapon in the room, and I’m not sure you’re ready for that."

Jubilee’s eyebrows shot up, and she let out a confident laugh. She threw a look toward Mark, who was still lounging with that quiet, knowing smirk on his face.

"Oh, please." She sat up, her voice dripping with smugness as she adjusted her bright yellow body stocking to better reveal her tits. "Like I haven’t already taken the King for a ride plenty of times."

Spyke and Sunspot exchanged glances, surprised but intrigued. Jubilee wasn't done though—this was her moment.

"You boys act like it’s some big secret, but let me tell you—I've handled Mark, and guess what? Still standing." She popped her gum again, lounging back with a playful smirk. "Hell, we even pulled off a double team with Wolvie once. Yep, right in the damn throne room."

Spyke blinked in disbelief, his mouth falling open slightly. Sunspot, for once, was quiet, his eyebrows raised in pure admiration—or maybe disbelief.

"That's right. DP, baby." She raised her hands and gave them a little finger wave, as if brushing off the weight of what she'd just said. "Mark in the front, Logan in the back. And guess what?" She leaned in conspiratorially, voice dropping to a stage whisper. "My tight little pussy and butthole took it like champs."

She sat back with a smug grin, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the way her revelation hung in the air, "So yeah, boys, when I say I’m the queen of smash, I mean it."

If things had gone differently, Mark mused, maybe he’d have made it to Chuck’s school. Could’ve been like them, just another mutant kid playing video games after training and classes

Of course, that life had never been in the cards for him. Not after mind-controlling Jean Grey and Ororo that early in his rise to power. No, he had bigger ambitions, and this—being King of Markanda, ruler of a mutant utopia—was obviously better.

Spyke snorted, throwing his hands up. “You’re impossible. But hey, I’m just saying—I've got some experience under my belt. Maybe I’m not so bad.”

Jubilee popped her bubblegum again, leaning forward, her tone teasing as she wagged a finger at him. “Yeah, yeah. Big talk, Spyke. But you know these girls don’t know what they’re dealing with. Wolverine, though? That’s a real fight. I’ve gotta work extra hard to keep up with him. And you? You’re playing on easy mode.”

Sunspot laughed, nudging Spyke in the ribs. “She’s got you there, man.”

Mark’s amused chuckle rumbled from the couch. “She’s not wrong.”

Spyke, shaking his head but grinning, leaned back, finally accepting defeat. “Alright, alright, we get it. Logan’s a beast. You’re practically superhuman now.”

Jubilee smirked, flashing a mischievous wink. “Damn right. You boys are just appetizers compared to the real deal.” Her eyes flicked down toward the massive bulge in Mark’s sweatpants, the faintest hint of something more lingering in the air.

Spyke, catching her glance, grinned. “What, King Mark doesn’t count as the real deal?”

Jubilee giggled, throwing her head back. “Oh, he counts. Trust me. It’s just... some of you are playing in the kiddie pool, and others?” She paused, licking her lips. “Well, let’s just say... you’ve gotta be this big to ride.”

Her hands spread apart dramatically, far wider than either Spyke or Sunspot could hope to measure up to. They laughed along with her, but there was no mistaking the truth hanging in the air. Mark, watching it all unfold, remained calm, that familiar smirk on his lips as he took in the banter, knowing where the night would inevitably lead.