Insurgence

I glanced over at Jean, who was wearing a fairly revealing typical Wakandan dress, which had lots of her pale, smooth skin on display. She was being held roughly by a guard, and I let out a primal roar and charged towards her and the guard, feeling power surge through my arms as...

“Jason!” a sweet voice roused me from my dream, and I woke up to see Lorna’s gorgeous face leaning over me.

“Hey, sis.” I murmured, and kissed my sexy sister. She leaned back and I sat up.

“Any news?” I asked curiously as Lorna shrugged off her green bra and I stared obviously at her gorgeous breasts.

“Nope.” Lorna sighed.

“Damn, who knew my sister had such great tits?” I laughed, and fondled Lorna’s tits a little. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

“I was lonely for so long. Our father is not a companionable man. But now, here, with you, my brother, I’ve never felt happier.” Lorna smiled shyly. I kissed her forehead.

“I’m going to go check on Raven.” I told my busty blond sister, and walked to Raven’s bedroom, where her, Carol Danvers, and Loki were sitting in a triangle around the now powerless ring. That ring had turned me into Ravager, and I hadn’t really stuck to my name recently, too preoccupied with other matters.

“How’s it going?” I asked, and sat down behind Raven, and kissed her smooth, gorgeous blue skin. She kissed me back on the lips briefly, and then turned back to the ring.

“It’s... going. We’ve worked out how to create that ability for you, but inserting it into the ring could be difficult.” Raven briefed me.

“Well, we need this today. Jean and Ororo have already finalized the plan for getting into Wakanda.” I told the girls. Loki nodded.

———

“Here.” Raven smiled, holding out the ring to me three hours later. I gently slid it on, and gasped as energy crackled through my body, and lightning arced between my fingertips.

“I may have also given you lightning powers. It struck me you’re not very useful in a fight, so I gave you some combat abilities.” Raven said. I nodded, and flexed my hand, and then threw a bolt of lighting at a vase, and it shattered. I grinned.

———

The X-Jet landed in a Wakandan field, a far cry from the futuristic city I was expecting. Only me, Jean, Ororo, and Lorna disembarked, and the others stayed on the jet per the plan. We were quickly met by a Dora Milaje, who frowned at our pale skin, but she herself paled when she saw Ororo standing there.

“Ahem, Miss Munroe. What brings you to Waianae?” the Dora asked.

“I’m a concubine in this man’s royal harem.” Ororo grinned, and as the woman’s eyes widened, I outstretched my hand and the Dora’s eyes went blank.

“Name.” Jean ordered.

“Rubi.” the Dora answered immediately.

“Well, Rubi, you now belong wholly to the new king of Wakanda, Jay-Son.” Jean said, and I didn’t react to the slight name change for me, as Ororo had said it fit Wakanda a little better. As Jean issued instructions, I admired Rubi. She had gorgeous dark skin, and ample tits bound in a red bikini and a metal skirt covering her long legs and plump ass, and black hair falling to her shoulders. I pulled the Dora to me for a feisty kiss, and the newly converted woman groaned in pleasure.

“Rubi, we need access to the fake king.” Jean told the Dora.

“I can get you that.” Rubi promised. Jean smiled fondly. She pulled the dark skinned woman close, and I groaned a little as I watched my busty, redhead girlfriend kiss the exotic, dark-skinned Dora Milaje. Lorna squeezed my hand, and Ororo gave me a knowing smile.

———

Jean and I were crammed under a serving cart, which is far less comfortable than it looks in the movies. Rubi was pushing it into the false king’s bedroom. Jean held up three fingers. Three guards. I pointed left, and she nodded to the right. We both lunged out of the cart, and I blasted the Dora Milaje on the left wall with lightning, and she crumpled. A telekinetic blast crippled the beastly man on the right wall, and Rubi stabbed the much smaller man in the chest.

T’Challa was already on his feet. He lunged towards Rubi, but Jean shoved the Black Panther away, and he rolled lightly across the floor. I shot lightning at him, but he dodged and punched me in the jaw. I flew backwards, his super strength hurting, bad. Jean flung telekinetic blasts at him, which he dodged around and lunged forward, but then her eyes turned to flames, and age shot a fireball out of her hands and the Black Panther turned to dust.

I staggered towards Jean, who gripped my hands tightly. A revision to the plan was instead of waiting for Shuri to ascend, Jean simply boosted my mind control signal to encompass the entire kingdom. We both dropped to our knees, but then we started passionately kissing. Rubi stood silently as we made out heatedly.

“Your orders, my liege?” the Dora I’d lightning blasted earlier said, climbing to her feet. She, like Rubi, was extremely hot, with even bigger tits, a nice hourglass figure, and short curly hair.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“I am Nakia.” she said proudly. I nodded at Nakia.

“In a field to the south, you will find a jet waiting with my harem aboard it. Please inform them to come to the castle, per my request.” I ordered Nakia. The Dora Milaje hurried from the room.

“Rubi.” I said, and the Dora turned towards me.

“I’m naming you my personal guard and the leader of the Dora Milaje. Make sure you prepare dresses for my harem that show lots of skin, please. And announce that I will be holding a sort of kingdom-wide chat tomorrow tonight at 8.” I informed my personal guard. Rubi nodded.

“Thank you for this honor, my king.” she bowed, and left the room. Jean gave me a loving grin, and I smiled.