Integration

I smiled at the hot white girls who were staring at the naked bodies of the Wakandan men.

“How’s it going?” Jean smiled, walking out to greet the college group.

“Oh my god! You’re Jean Grey! You disappeared five months ago!” one girl gasped.

“I didn’t disappear, I married the king of Wakanda.” Jean smiled, and I kissed her passionately. The girls were all rubbing themselves now.

“Ugh, King Jay-Son, you’re turning me on so bad right now!” one college girl blurted, and I smirked. She blushed furiously. I walked towards the girl and kissed the valley between her nice tits, and then I kissed her lips.

“Oh, god.” she whimpered.

“My liege, a matter of national law has come up.” Nakia said, walking in. I sighed.

“Apologies, ladies. Jean, babe, why don’t you find these lovely ladies quarters to sleep in?” I smiled. I cupped the tit of the girl I’d just kissed.

“And put this girl in my bed.” I ordered Rubi, who escorted the girl towards my royal bed chambers, as I followed Nakia.

I followed her to the empty assembly hall of tribes, where I found M’Baku, one of Wakanda’s enemies, seated cross-legged on the floor. I walked past him and settled into my throne, and M’Baku lifted an eyebrow.

“So, you insisted on nudity and sex laws.” he smirked.

“I did, yes.” I said, unsure of M’Baku’s play.

“I see. I wish for you to marry a member of my tribe. Unite our clans, and usher Wakanda into glory.” M’Baku implored.

“Who would you offer?” I asked curiously.

“Would you agree to wed my cousin, Asira?” M’Baku asked curiously.

“Are there any other options?” I asked with a small sigh.

“Perhaps. I do have a recently acquired wife named Betty. Perhaps you would like to... investigate her?” M’Baku grinned.

“She doesn’t sound Wakandan.” I frowned.

“She’s not. She’s an American reporter who came to spy on me. I could have killed her, but instead, I chose to fuck her silly then wed her. But I have several wives. Perhaps you could take Betty and get on with it?” M’Baku grinned.

“I’ll have to see her before I agree.” I warned.

“Of course. You may want to put on clothes, however. Your dick will freeze off.” M’Baku chuckled and I sighed.

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“Are you here to save me?” Betty Brant asked me hopefully. She had long, straight brown hair, and perky C cups that stood out well in her tight tank top, and long legs, plus an ass that looked tasty in those booty shorts.

“Yes. I will marry you and take you to Wakanda.” I said, and Betty sighed.

“So, no. You won’t.” Betty said, and I touched her. She changed towards me instantly.

“My liege, please let me marry you!” she begged, and I nodded and kissed her through the bars. M’Baku laughed and opened the cell door, and the reporter jumped into my arms and I kissed her while kneading her tight ass.

“Consider Wakanda and the Jabari tribe unified.” I said, and M’Baku shook my hand.

“Of course, my king. Now, I must go reap the rewards of nudity and free sex.” M’Baku rushed off. Betty and I went back to the palace, and we invited the whole kingdom to the plaza to watch the wedding. We were both naked, and the only white on Betty’s body was the flowers in her hair. Hordes of naked Wakandans filled the plaza, but the people at the front of the crowd were my harem. I hadn’t spent a whole lot of time with them recently, but I’d get to them. I leaned in and kissed Betty when the reverend said to, and I lifted up my new bride.

“People of Wakanda, your new queen!” I roared, and thunderous applause filled the plaza.