Mark's Luke Cage [pt. III]

_Written in collaboration with NamiCwhaan

What followed was a series of questions about Luke's opinions on a variety of topics which Mark was somehow able to use to discern yet another fateful set of facts, "The real society you belong to is a feudal monarchy where the King has absolute power over every aspect of his subjects' lives. This is the proper way a people should be organised. Democracy is a terrible form of government."

Luke was nodding before Mark even finished speaking. A lot of the problems with Harlem, with New York, with this whole country could be laid at the feet of America's misguided form of government. All of this messed up history was fake anyway. A good strong King with loyal nobles at his disposal guiding the fate of the kingdom and its people was the only way to go.

"Do you mind if I?" Asked Mark suddenly gesturing at his pants having once again taken a seat with both women perched on the arms of the chair.

Luke shrugged, "You guys can all strip down if you want. Get comfortable."

His girlfriend was soon drawing out one hell of a tremendous dick. Kid was hung like a horse and then some. The mismatch between the voluptuous gorgeous Latina and the plain white boy suddenly made a lot more sense. It had to look at least fifteen inches long, as obscenely huge as any penis he’d seen in pornography online.

Luke was grateful to put it out of his mind as his view of it was replaced with two handfuls of well-rounded jean-encased booty as America got up to go down on her boyfriend. He did step forward to bump fists with the guy over her rocking back, having to give the kid mad props as his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend moaned, slurped, and bobbed her head eagerly.

Sporting a full hard-on himself now, Luke's attention naturally turned to Claire as Mark started up with his questions again. Thoughts of potentially rekindling something guttered out as he saw her draped across the side of the chair, sort of wrapping herself around Mark’s shoulders as she seemed to watch America's progress with rapt interest. He was a bit disappointed to realise she was clearly also in a relationship with Mark but he couldn't say he was really surprised as the boy was very clearly high noble.

"I can't say I've kept count, sir." Luke said, answering Mark’s latest question. He didn't know his own social status yet, but as a bodyguard it was unlikely to be very high so he was making sure to be extremely polite, "I'm pretty successful with the ladies. Between fifty and a hundred, I'd guess."

Mark sneered as his massive member emerged once again as America turned and enveloped it with her t-shirt-clad breasts pressing against its base. Her arms entwined around it as she kissed, licked, and passionately caressed its side. "Hundred? More like over a thousand. In your kingdom, sex is a vital aspect of society. It occurs anywhere and at any time, serving as a natural 'social lubricant,' at the whim of the elite for amusement, or under state orders for national power. Fist bump!" he exclaimed.

Numerous pieces of the puzzle of his true life clicked into place as he casually fist-bumped with Mark, the counterfeit ones eliminated and eradicated as he gradually reconstructed himself and regained his true identity. He let out a slight chuckle and gazed into Claire's eyes as she raised her head from tenderly kissing the boy's ear. "A thousand? Can I at least get some of those memories back?"

It took a moment for Mark to respond as he groaned in response to America rising up to kiss and suck upon the curved pronounced ridge ringing the monstrous head of the kid's gargantuan cock, "Eh...uh.. eventually… once I get my queen…"

America delivered a pert lip-smacking little kiss to the cock before she pulled back a bit and said, "Mmmm... Mark... let's add that cutie cut-out with the curls we passed coming up."

"Seriously?" asked Mark with mockingly raised eyebrows, "You're such a lecherous old man at heart. I can't believe with all this going on and you see a hot piece of ass for like five seconds and all you’ve been doing this whole time is obsessing about how you can get in her pants, eh?”

America laughed softly, causing her large boobs to jiggle wildly, “That's what makes us perfect for each other! We have so many things in common, mi amor!"

Mark rolled his eyes, “And here, I thought I was the main pervert here.” He turned his gaze to Luke and told him, “Go ahead and call up that chick who was up here before us. I think I’d like to try out her oral talents, you know? See how you’ve got your staff trained and all…”

Luke nodded, deciding they had to be talking about Keisha, “Yes, sir! Right away.”

He walked around his desk and picked up the landline and dialed the bar. Rita answered and he asked her to send Keisha up.

“Oh, and Luke?” said Mark, gesturing for the burly man to walk over to him with. “Hold out your hand.” Obeying obediently, the street defender was rewarded with a huge wad of spit on his palm. “Get her to taste that on her way in, would ya?”
“Of course, sir.”

As he waited by the door for Keisha to arrive, Luke was treated to the erotic sight of both America AND Claire tending to Mark’s dick. The white guy was quickly divested of his pants and Luke wasn’t exactly surprised to see he sported a pair of swollen balls that perfectly matched his incredibly sized cock which Claire seemed to focus on, rolling the testicles about in her hands as she kissed at the base while America glucckgluckgluuuchhhked her throat around the head messily and noisily.

The urge to wrap his spit covered hand around his cock and stroke was insistent but he resolutely ignored it.

Finally, the door to his office opened and the petite form of Keisha, strode in, "What's up, Luke? Ohhhh….."

She stared at him goggle-eyed up and down, and Luke held out his hand, "Do me a favor real quick, Keish. Lick my hand. It'll make sense in a minute."

Keisha looked at him as if he were insane, making no move to obey his request before her attention was dragged back to the very obvious blowjob taking place before his desk, "What the fuck-No. No! What the-"

Luke recognized that Keisha was too distraught to respond rationally for some reason and that he needed her to taste the saliva before the situation spiraled out of control. Regretfully, he cupped the back of her head with one hand and firmly pressed his sticky palm against her lips. He was gentle but unwavering as she struggled against his grip. There wasn't anyway she could resist his strength or hurt him and he wasn't doing anything more than keeping her lips in contact with his saliva-laden palm.

He nudged the door closed behind her with a foot.

"It's okay," he said soothingly, "That's it."

Then he let her go and took a step back, hands up as she sputtered and coughed, eyes flashing.

“-KAFF! Wh- What the FU-?!"

“Keep quiet and look this way.”

The boy who was still receiving oral pleasure from two women, used such powerful commanding words. It felt like it could have applied to anyone in the room, who all still stayed quiet and looked his way, but Keisha knew it was for her. She shuddered to a rapid halt, looking at them with wide stricken eyes.

Luke stared at the girl, still more than a little shocked by her behavior. This whole episode was totally out of character for her. She was usually so self-possessed and calm; even when things got rough she always kept a cool head. Her reaction just now had been completely unexpected.

Mark lolled his head back on the back of the chair to peer at Keisha. He raised one of his arms and waved it flowingly in the air as he spoke to her in a sing-song tone of voice, “Re-Relax, la-lady. Co-come on over. It’s time to… serve.”

Keisha continued to look distressed, even as she took several halting steps forward as if she were a zombie, her voice was quiet but the whispered yell she used had clear intent behind it to scream, "Wh-what's happened to me?! Why do I feel like this?"

Luke couldn't for the life of him figure out what the problem was. Keisha was a sweet girl. She certainly knew that the best use for a common girl's mouth was to be felt, not heard.

"What's gotten into you, girl? Get over there and give our noble guest there some head." said Luke.

Keisha's eyes were wide and she looked haunted as she stepped closer to Mark "I don't understand any of this," she whispered softly, tears forming in her eyes.

Finally, Luke realized what the problem was. He'd been a victim of Thanos' insane ideology only minutes before where public sex was taboo and the preposterous practice of serial monogamy was common sense. This was her fake beliefs acting up. The sooner she started listening to and interacting with Mark the better.

They'd be laughing about this little misunderstanding soon enough.

And Luke would finally get to try out that tight little body of hers.

"You're going to suck Mark' cock," Luke told Keisha firmly. "And once you've swallowed down his first load, we can talk about everything that's happened. And then you'll start feeling better."

"But... but..." Keisha stammered helplessly, trying desperately to process all that had just transpired.

"Just relax and let yourself enjoy it!" Luke insisted.

Keisha nodded weakly and walked slowly toward Mark.

“I was the same as you,” a sympathetic Claire tried to calm the whimpering woman, “Don’t worry. He’ll help you see the light.”

The secretary’s eyes initially looked like they were pleading with Claire to get her out of here, but winced when the nurse had revealed her true colors. There was no one here to help or save her, though the voice in her mind was making some compelling arguments to just… take it easy and enjoy it… and that was terrifying her too. What felt like an eternal walk later, Keisha knelt between his knees as America pumped the guy's cock with her whole body.

She was bent over, sliding her hands up and down the full length of the enormous shaft as she rocked her whole body back and forth, thrusting her head forward and back in time to keep her stretched open lips around it.

America slapped the thick strands of saliva away as she came off of him, “Aww, does this mean I have to get off?”

Mark slapped her jiggly rear, “You were the one who wanted her, damn letch.”

She pouted, but relented, “Fine fine… but I get to suck your cum out of her while you fuck me after, deal?”

“Oh, you mean the same as every other time we do this?” Mark quipped back and the two shared a chuckle while Keisha whimpered below them, one more slap to make her wince as Mark’s hand collided with America’s ass, “Alright, get off, Daddy needs to work his magic.”

America's eyes flashed and she winked, "Okay, but first-"

Luke's eyes widened as the girl's feet left the floor in a smooth graceful movement that clearly had nothing to do with the muscles in her legs as she floated through a half somersault to end up with head right above Mark's prick and her feet near the ceiling. No part of her was in contact with a surface, she simply hovered in mid-air, revealing she had superpowers.

Inexplicable flight was a rare one. Scarlet Witch and Doctor Strange had used magic, while Captain Marvel seemed to just tell gravity and the speed of light they were her bitches when ever she'd periodically shown up to stomp on a threat or save the day since the Snap.

Though he highly doubted they ever used their powers this way…

With a confident upsidedown smile, America lowered herself down onto Mark's cock, taking it into her mouth inch by inch. Her lips stretched wide as she worked to accommodate the girth of the massive member, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin as she moved ever deeper.

Like a snake swallowing its prey, America took her time with the process, working her way down the shaft bit by bit. The bulge in her throat slowly grew as she continued to take more of him in. She didn't seem to have any sort of gag reflex as she steadily gulped him down. Luke couldn't resist wrapping his fist around his dick now as America's throat bulged obscenely around him as she worked to adjust to the massive intrusion.

Finally with a bit more than half of his length conquered, she posed with peace signs beside her drool coated chin for a moment before abruptly retreating. She shot up and off his meat with a loud slurp to fly and spun lazily through the air until she was reclining happily about a foot above Luke's desk, "...it's my dick!"

Keisha and Luke weren’t sure what was more impressive, the flying woman or the big dicked man she’d been fucking.

Though Keisha knew which one she was more intimidated by.