King's Orgy [Pt. II]

Mark pulled back his hips, hands clutching Ororo's waist as he slowly extracted his huge invader from her well-plowed asshole. His cock and her chute were well lubricated thanks to the palace servants hovering at the sides of the room.

"Ooooooohhhhhhh!" Ororo groaned, head hanging, ivory hair a curtain about her face as she shivered throughout his withdrawal till just the head remained in, tugging at the inside of Storm's anal ring and making it bulge outward noticeably.

He smirked and slapped her butt sending the dark bouyant flesh into delicious jiggles as he smoothly plunged back in, his girth filling her up and stretching her wide once again, "By the GODDESS! Yes!"

He kept up his slow methodical fucking of Ororo's ass as he looked around appreciating the orgy put on in his honor, his people had made arrangements on their own without any prompting from him. Granted, there was probably a better use for their time, perhaps sussing out how his near **** and successful abduction had been carried out and the planning of a counter-strike, but he couldn't fault them for their priorities. They all had been remade in his image after all.

Pillows and blankets are scattered across the floor and various nude black bodies are strewn across it like ornaments for his entertainment.

Mystique's dark blue body was bared of any clothing, trembling with anticipation on all four limbs. Okoye was perfectly nude, glistening black muscular form underneath the red haired blue skinned mutant, both her fat ass and pussy offered, quivering with a need to be fucked.

The striking blue mutant was on her knees amongst the pillows and blankets, just a belt of faux miniature skulls her only clothing. Her hands reached out to grab onto that great round rear. Much larger and bubblier than her own, it warmly enfolds her fingers so nicely. The perfect holding point, in short, to slip in and get her hefty phallus right to that snatch. The sweet glimmer of pink betwixt black, dribbling profusely, amidst the bronze confines of plush labia. It beckons to her with a sweet aroma, a wafting of heat, and Mystique reached it with a purr and a smirk for Mark. Her head reached it, nuzzled it, felt the wet warmth of Okoye’s womanhood. The warrior gave a groan of desire, wanton and yearning, and with it comes fulfilment as Mystique tightened her hold on her doughy ebony ass to push her huge azure cock inside of her.

Nearby Black Panther continued to fuck Black Widow in the middle of the room, just pumping away with sweat glistening on his brawny black body, the redheaded Shield Agent's buxom pale white form rocking on all fours, heavy tits dangling and swinging with his thrusts. Cyclops wore nothing but his visor as he knelt before her, cradling her head in his hands as she sucked him.

Mark's intention had been to punish Natasha Romanov but he honestly didn't have it in him to inflict pain or any real **** on her or anyone. The simple truth was that everyone in this room, from the lowly servants standing by with sex-aides or food and **** to the nameless well endowed guards to the enslaved superheroes, were feeling nothing but positive emotions about the experience.

Mark maintained his posture, drilling Storm's butt well aware of the attention on him from the five women that made up his spur-of-the-moment created harem, the actual Queen of Wakanda, mother to T'Challa, the Black Panther, one of them. They were all on their knees in their absurd revealing outfits, Mark couldn't help but feel self-conscious under their intense gazes. So he sunk himself fully into his heady task of splitting Storm's ass apart with his cock, his pace increasing, and soon creating a steady smack-smack-smack to underline the chorus of Ororo's blissful cries as she ground her hips back into his thrusts.

After a little while, casually through his penis buried deep inside her he delivered the mental command, Cum now.. Having a big dick, he had no problems making a woman orgasm but he couldn't help but revel in his ability to make it happen with but a thought. Also he was suddenly interested in playing around with the rest of the beautiful people in the room and he made it a point to leave every woman he fucked completely satisfied even as he wandered off to fuck someone else. As he extracted his still-hard and pulsing cock from Ororo's ass, he laid a hand on her butt, Pass out, happy as a fucking clam and dream of me.

Storm immediately collapsed onto her face and chest, her lovely black ass sticking up into the air, her rear hole stretched and distended by the passage of Mark's cock, just as her bright pink pussy lips hang battered and open, a stark contrast to her ebony skin.

Jean was suddenly there, against him.

Her hands slipped along his torso, one stroking his stomach before dropping down to cup his balls as the other massaged first his lower back, and then cupped and squeezed his left buttock, "Mmmm..." He nuzzled her thick brilliant red mane of hair, "Why are you feeling nervous about your harem, Mark? They are yours. They want nothing but to please you. To be worthy of your slightest interest." She pressed her heavy naked breasts into him, the side of his torso sliding into her cleavage as she first lightly bit his earlobe and then whispered, "They feel nothing but awe for your every action, they can't feel anything less... because I don't let them. No one in this room, this nation, sees you as anything other than a god-king on Earth."

He grinned despite himself and told her, "I don't know. It just seems kind of crazy and I can't handle it sometimes..."

Mark inwardly groaned with arousal, his cock throbbing and jumping in the air in response to Jean's heady sexy declaration. The redheaded mutant beauty's palm was right there, his thick prick landing with an audible slap and she stroked it expertly, "You can do anything you want. We are all your playthings! We want to be fucked and teased, everyone of us. Do it, Mark!"

He kissed her, grabbing her head and palming her thick buttocks. They made out, tongues fitfully dueling. Then he released her and smiled, "I fucking love you."

Her eyes glowed and met his, "I know. And I'm so fucking in love with you, Mark."

Jean slipped out of his arms and delivered a sharp slap to his back-side, "Go! Have some fun with your harem!"

Mark had to laugh stumbling away from her, zeroing in on the pregnant one. Her black body was wild and outrageous, her pregnant belly huge in stark contrast with her figure which was generally small and buxom, he cradled both her big pendulous titties and her large taut pregnant belly, grinding his erection within the cleavage of her thick ass.

He was rendered speechless and helpless when another of the black women pressed forward, a hand pressing him back and down as her thick lips and beautiful African face descended to meet and engulf his white meat. Both of her hands stroked his shaft, one occasionally dropping down to cup and massage his nuts as her head bobbed and her lips urgently sucked upon his length, the Markandan letting out soft moans and murmurs of excitement as she worked.

Mark groaned aloud and gripped the back of her head, her hair pulled tight along her skull and regrouping into a simple pony-tail.

He enjoyed himself with his spur-of-the-moment harem, all of the women shuffling forward to fellate his penis like some sort of well-trained cheer team, even the country's Queen-mother getting into the act, her fat lips pursed around his tip as she thrust her striking black face around his thick stabbing prick as the others licked and sucked at his testicles, while another pair seemed intent on licking and suckling upon his nipples.