Mark's Luke Cage pt. IV

Written in collaboration with Cross C

As instructed, Luke crouched on his desk and jerked off.

Knowing this was yet another task that would bring him a step closer to revealing his true self, he ignored any chagrin at the act and focused solely on getting off quickly as he watched Keisha stare at Mark's giant club-like erection. Meanwhile, Claire and America were engaged in a passionate make-out session, with the younger Latina's hand exploring the nurse's open jeans.

“First things first, I’ll need your name and birthplace, or at least the ones you remember from ‘this’ reality.”

“Th-this reality?” she asked and Luke could hear the hitch in her voice, still clearly overwhelmed.

Luke wasn't paying their interaction that much attention though.

He trusted Mark and his current elevated position meant he was already in place to guard from an attack through the large windows behind him and could see a threat coming through the door behind Mark and launch himself into action if necessary.

He was far more interested in Claire and America's lesbian display. He imagined himself between their legs, feeling their soft thighs spread apart as he buried his face in their pussies, tasting them and licking them clean, leaving wet trails across their delicate skin. He pictured himself fucking each of them, plunging deep into the warm caverns of their cunts until they came screaming in his arms, begging for more. And he fucked them, hard and fast, pounding away as they moaned and squirmed under him, gripping his muscular back, holding on tight as he pounded their holes until they begged for mercy.

“Thanos made all you little papel-itas forget who you really are.” commented America casually even as she tugged down Claire’s jeans and panties, revealing a perfectly bare mound. A stark contrast with the well-trimmed triangle of a bush he recalled from their past trysts.

Shaved completely smooth, it was a look that appealed to Luke immensely. Though he didn't know why.

“I forgot my rightful K-kIII—INing!” Claire sighed despondently, before she lost complete control of her voice as America practically beat her pussy, sliding two fingers deep into her dripping hole and massaging her clit mercilessly. The expert ex-lesbian knew exactly where to curl her fingers into Claire to scratch that inner itch so few could reach. She gripped Mark’s shoulder tightly to remain standing and finally managed to gasp out, “and ah- AND! I’m blessed he returned to guide me back…”

Luke couldn't take his eyes off the scene playing out right in front of him; the young boyfriend and girlfriend had matching beaming smiles. Claire's mouth was open wide in a silent scream of pleasure as America pumped her fingers in and out of her slick slit. Keisha received the head of Mark's cock across her face as he laughed, "Let me wipe that tear for you!"

“Um, m-my name, in this dimension, is Keisha Alexander. My family’s originally from Ontario. Ontario, Canada. My Da’s auto-part company fell through , so we had to move to New York to start anew. It was a difficult decision for us, leaving behind everything, but we had to do what was best. Then Thanos snapped and half of my family disappeared into dust. It was a nightmare. My grandparents, aunt, and uncle, all gone in an instant. And to make matters worse, most of those who were left were children.”

Luke was familiar with her story, but his interest and sympathy for it were vastly lesser now that he knew that it was just that: a story. So he pumped his cock and reveled in the sight of this beautiful girl about to take another man's huge dick between her lips. He imagined how good it would feel if he could stick it inside of her instead, but that wasn't going to happen tonight. Not yet anyway...

Mark was still doing his thing, "Ah, you see, that’s the problem!", he snapped his fingers causing Luke, Claire, and Keisha to wince simultaneously in sympathetic pain, "You didn’t move here and then found Luke. You moved here BECAUSE of Luke. You were one of his many whores back in Markstown. Back when he was a huge towering pillar of muscle with a properly big black cock. Subconsciously you must have wanted to be with him again, and that’s why you came over here to find him again.”

Luke listened closely. He didn't experience the ecstatic deja-vu sensation of Mark's previous enlightening revelations (probably because he was focusing his power on Keisha) but his explanation sounded true, perfectly fitting with the knowledge he'd already gained about his true self.

“I know it's a strange world you live in,” Mark smirked, “But these powers of mine to perceive the true reality really do help with physical contact, genital contact especially.”

“Amazing… I want… no, I need to know more.” she said while moving her hand along the viciously oversized meat. “How do you know these things? Were you there?”

Luke really wished he could cum right now, wrist pumping, his other hand groping and pulling at his balls. Something about that small black hand along that monstrous white cock was so right, so hot. A larger, less dark hand intruded as America abruptly reached in and grabbed Keisha's wrist to apparently show the girl how to properly stroke her noble boyfriend's enormous prick, "Mark just has an ability to find the real answers. He wasn’t everywhere, but when he sees you he can figure out your true past. Much better than anything your silly Avengers can do, eh?”

“Yep! Call me… Retcon-Man!” He announced with a silly grin, “Wait, no, The Retconner? Mr Maguffin? Truth Teller?”

“I-I think the Phoenix King is a more f-fitting title, sir.” said Claire, as respectfully as she could with a cheeky smile on her face. The nurse was a little drunk off the sexual highs that the younger woman was flicking into her, biting her lip and humping into America’s fast moving hand.

With a shrug and a Claire tit grab, Mark relented, “Fine, fine. Don’t fix what isn’t broke, I get it.” He shrugged with a cavalier attitude, “By the way, you can call me ‘sir’ or ‘master’ as well. Your tribe always worshipped the white guy with a huge cock.”

His words seemed to set off something in Keisha. All hesitation and uncertainty left her body as she grabbed the shaft with both hands and started stroking it and wrapped her lips around the cockhead as far as they could go and slid her lips, too, up and down, salivating all over the salty, precum-slick, slimed fuck-pole. The secretary was in a frenzy now. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue darted out, licking and slurping all over the glistening pole and then sliding it deep inside her mouth. “Master…” Was all she said as the thick pipe grazed her tongue on its way down.

“Master…” Echoed another in the room. Mark had nearly forgotten they were part of the same clan, so his order had accidentally affected Luke as well. The man stared at his huge white cock with reverence now, as if he’d remembered he had always respected huge white cocks all along.

Leaning back, his hands gripping the arm-rests, Mark’s smug expression turned Luke’s way even as Keisha’s curly-haired head bobbed and swayed upon his lap. He held up one finger, “I haven’t forgotten about you, Luke. You’re the prize here after all! This puta -“ he paused and met eyes with a still happily Claire-cunt drilling America who gave a big thumbs-up with her free hand, “ -is just a side-quest.”

His hand was still pumping away at his unbreakable cock, “Yes… sir…”

"So let's finish up figuring out who you really are, shall we?"

He drew a gasping half-collapsing Claire to him and spoke quietly into her ear. Sanity slowly grew in her expression as she nodded repeatedly and America left off exploring her sex. Then the Puerto Rican beauty's gaze fixed upon Luke as Mark continued to speak, soft plush lips quirking upwards.

Then she was straightening and sauntering forward, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. "Hey Luke. Reminds you of the night you beat Diamondback, doesn’t it? How proud and happy I was for you, made that first night so special…"

She crawled up onto the desk beside him even as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her braless breasts to him. They were perfect mocha handfuls, jiggling slightly as she cupped them before his crotch.

All Luke could do was whip his hand up and down along his cock with urgent, jerking motions as he stared at her perfect tits.

But he couldn't cum.

Claire seemed to look on with interest, even gently teasing his tip with her index finger. After a moment she seemed disappointed, "Not these, huh? Guess we were both different people back then. Dunno if you’d work for me anymore, either."

She slipped off the desk and Keisha was soon replacing her, having already slipped her blouse off her narrow shoulders. She looked excited and saucy in her black bra and she grinned toothily at Luke, briefly slipping her tongue out at him as she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. Her black titties were small and dainty, only slightly protruding from her chest.

“W-we’re from the same clan, Mr. Cage…” The big toothy smile that used to fill Luke with hope was now filling his balls with cum. Her chest was far from big enough to wrap around him, but the heat and the feeling of her nipples against his skin was still enjoyable, “Please, enjoy my chest like you used to when I was your concubine.”

But nothing was happening, no matter how much stimulation he had, the bulletproof man could not cum, “I’m… trying…” He huffed, getting red in the face the more she tried.

“Because Thanos didn’t just take half your size,” said Mark, all looking up at him as he started rummaging through Luke’s **** shelf and pouring some vodka for himself, “You seem to remember Claire being bigger in the chest area, don’t you?” As he said it, both of them seemed to look down on her chocolate globes with some degree of sadness. “And little Keisha here was once as large as the fattest cows on Earth.”

“I-I was…?” She asked, eyes looking at him with hope yet crushing loss as well.

He chugged the last of his drink, “That’s right. A universe wherein nigh all maidens did possess a pair of life-sustaining orbs upon their bosoms, and men boasted brawn that could move mountains. Women, on the other hand, did bear buxom bosoms and curvaceous hindquarters that outdid the most splendid of castles, clad in the tightest spandex for all to behold.” Mark spoke as if he was an old man recalling a better era, and yet the room just nodded in awe at the story. “Look no further… than one who didn’t come from this universe to really reveal what you lost.”

Eyes turned to the full rotund chest of topless America.

She grinned and posed, leaning in and cupping her breasts from below and Luke feasted his eyes on the massive melons perched atop her strong frame.

Luke came hard.

It was like a pole-axe between the eyes, white-hot pleasure engulfed him in a powerful orgasm like nothing he's ever felt in this fake life of his.

Some part of him heard America talk about her disgust, but it was lost on blood filled ears. Grunting, his fist blurred and he shifted, gripping the edge of the desk with his free hand as he urgently directed the tip of his member to the open book before him. As instructed, he coated the pages with thick ropy strands of semen. The novel had had special meaning to his fake self and it would so for him again as his lord and master made use of its cum-splattered pages to discover the final piece of the puzzle that was the real Luke Cage.

"Well well, what do we have here." Commented Mark, casually letting his sledge of an alabaster cock slap down on the desk and blessing some of the papers with his thick precum.

He spun the open book and inspected the messy pages as Luke rolled back on his heels, softening dick retreating into his fist still dripping some cum.

"Yes, yes. So that's how it is." He murmured and Luke waited with rapt anticipation for Mark to finish.

Mark's splayed fingered grip landed with a light smack upon Luke's bald head as if he were trying to hold a basketball with just one hand. Luke's skin tingled under the touch, goosebumps spreading across his skin.

"I remember who you are now. You're my most loyal bodyguard, my trusted confidant, my favourite instrument for double-dicking slutty hoes"

The flow of time seemed to slow for Luke as a revelation of great import dawned upon him, almost as momentous as discovering that his very existence had been crafted by an otherworldly warlord's will.

Mark Williams, the King of the Phoenix Kingdom! A name that commanded respect and admiration across the land, a figure of great power and renown. The mightiest mutant in all the world, he ruled over a hidden realm of the same name. And Luke, chosen to be one of his personal guards, had access to all of the king's secrets. He was… Sir Luke Cage, loyal son of Great Storm, protector of the world's most powerful mutant-king and his entourage of beautiful women.

Awe and wonder seized Luke as he contemplated the gravity of his true role, the weight of responsibility settling upon his shoulders. He was no longer a fake creation, but a player in a grander scheme beyond his wildest imaginings.

With deft movements, Luke dismounted from the writing table and fell prostrate upon the ground at his liege's feet, his voice quaking with reverence and humility. "My Liege! I crave pardon for my ignorance and impudence. Had I known of thy true identity, I would have bestowed upon thee the utmost respect and honor befitting thy highness. I swear it with all my heart and soul!"

A silence fell, increasing Luke's unease and prompting him to speak with greater care and clarity. "I exist to serve thee, Master," he declared.

At last, the king's hearty laughter filled the chamber, signifying his approval.

In regular reality, Mark was probably saying: “Sweet. Now I got me a big unbreakable boy bodyguard that sounds like an old British idiot, hehe.”

But in Luke’s newly formed regalized head, it sounded a lot more like

"Zounds! That's moreth like it!" the king exclaimed, slapping Luke on the head a couple more times for good measure, “A truly magnificent specimen to deliver us from evil! I can not even countenance how I made him sound like Sir Lancelot and the Round Table!”

"He is finally converted then?" America interjected, her voice ringing out from beside the king. "I see even the thickest of skins can have the weakest of wills compared to you, my eminence. Though you took your sweet time with this rascal. I wonder, will he be another lord?"

"Mmm, I think he shall begin his own order, not a noble house per se. Perhaps Janissaries, or harem-guards, that sort of thing. It is still early harem days, after all."

America’s hand moved Lukes head from side to side, inspecting the burly man, "I am truly happy that we found him, Mark. I will finally feel more at ease knowing that you have this invincible Black stallion as your shield at all times, especially during the frequent orgies I just know you shall be hosting 24/7."

"Yes, yes. Now I must procure a muscular white brother to match, lest I become the officially racist mind-controlling super-villain with my older self's most vile conquest of Wakanda.” Mark said, trying to hide the fact he was still kinda jealous of Markanda, “Alas, Captain you is already deceased in this universe and there isn't even a Cyclops! What woes I face in such adversity!"

Taking his face and burying it in her unleashed cleavage, America cooed at him, "There, there. Do not fret. I shall find you the brawniest superhero with fair skin, my love! The first one we come across! Ooh! What if I acquire for thee the Sentry, Hyperion, or... Adam Warlock! Enslaved blond ubermensch unite! We shall cancel out the bad karma here, my love..."

The depth of the king's fondness was evident in his voice. "I love thee, America."

As the two shared an impassioned embrace, the rest of the room nodded in approval. And though Luke’s brain had been forever altered in its perceptions, Claire and Keisha still heard them as they should be heard.

The king and queen stopped kissing and looked on at their subjects, "In any event, it is high time to try out my partner in sexual crime here." Luke felt the King's foot lightly tap the back of his head, "What say you, stud? Want to fuck the shit out of tight-ass little Keisha together?"

Luke did not need to be told twice. Without a word, he eagerly got to his feet, hard dick jutting as he spun to face Keisha. “Hehe… unbreakable skin, huh?” She said nervously, touching his cock like it was a hot iron from the furnace.

The burly man swiftly gathered the maid into his arms and she giggled merrily, her legs wrapped tightly about his waist as he kissed her deeply. Their tongues entwined with eagerness as he deftly seized the hems of her skirt and panties, tearing them away in one swift motion. Her cry of astonishment and delight mingled with his as he bared her small backside to the room, pressing her hot flesh against his taut abs. He knew well what his lord had in store, and wasted no time in laying her down upon his desk, scattering papers and writing implements in all directions. The man looked down at the younger woman with pride, “I knew I hired you for a reason.”

Luke gripped Keisha's hips firmly, parting her supple thighs and eagerly burying his face between them. He was perfectly aware of his king's grandeur, and he did not hold back, using his lips and tongue to open her sweet petals as best he could. Keisha was already drenched with desire, but he added his own natural lubricant, licking around her nether regions vigorously. He drew his saliva together into his mouth and even spat into her spread-open sex, feeling immense satisfaction at the thought of aiding his lord's penetration.

Keisha tasted like a combination of sweet honey and fresh strawberries, with a hint of saltiness that was alluring and addictive. Her fingertips shifted over his bald head, while Luke lapped up the juices that coated her folds, feeling his own arousal rising as he realized just how much he wanted to take this woman. His hands moved to her breasts, caressing her soft mounds and massaging her sensitive nipples.

SMACK!

As Luke scrambled away from the King's firm hand upon his backside, his heart pounding with trepidation, he could feel the eyes of his companions upon him. “Don’t hog all the f… fuck my hand hurts!” Mark, his liege, hissed in pain as his hand connected with Luke's skin, forgetting for a moment the unusual strength that lay beneath. But Luke had little time for apologies, for the King himself clambered onto the desk, a powerful presence that filled the room with his aura of authority.

Without hesitation, Luke sensed his intent and took the hand of Keisha, the common girl, drawing her close and guiding her into a position that would satisfy the King's desire. Her legs spread before them, and Luke felt a sense of pride and duty as he helped her to offer herself up to their ruler.

“What are you thinking about, Keisha?” His benevolent king asked the nervous girl.

“Just that… I can see why my tribe worships the white serpent.” She giggled, slowly taking said meat snake in hand and rubbing her small black digits along its length.

Mark squatted there for a moment, appreciating the view as he reached out and tweaked Keisha's pencil-tip erect nipples. Erupting from his groin was the royal ivory member, pulsing with energy and power as it loomed over the girl's partially open sex simply oozing her desire. The veins on it stood out prominently, tracing the length of his shaft and adding to the overall sense of vitality and strength that the King exuded.

Luke stroked his adamantium-hard dick as he watched his King’s fist of a cockhead drive into the young woman’s black pussy. Mark Williams was a talented and skilled lover, that much was evidently clear as he slowly, tantalisingly, dragged his cock through her slick labia, sliding his monstrous, leaking cockhead inch by torturous inch closer along her spasming opening.

“Biggest you’ve ever had, Keisha?”

Already her voice was droning and moaning, “God yes… no fucking contest, my King…” Keisha hissed, watching her own pussy spread wider and wider like a dream come true. “Sh-should have gone white meat so long ago…!”

With that, the King began to slowly pull the unresisting female down onto his monstrous penis. Keisha’s pussy gave one last, **** attempt at resistance, but her juices had so thoroughly coated his swollen head that it took only a moment before she yielded, spreading wide as that bulbous member **** its way into her tight passage. She cried out as she was penetrated, the sweet notes of her submission echoing in the small space of Luke’s office.

“You d-definitely feel tight enough…” Mark huffed with his drilling hips, “What do you think, Luke? Bringing back any memories of when you fucked her like this?”

“It’s… hazy…” He replied, unable to stop his jerking to the scene while still trying to remember, “But, maybe? Your white sword is still superior though, sir. Even in my universal prime I was no match for… this…” He mumbled at the sight.

“No one is. My Mark is perfect, and the only male worthy of having a penis in my eyes,” said America from behind her rutting King, currently sitting on Claire’s face on the nearby couch and letting her subject lap away at her pussy.

Soon enough they flipped over on the desk, the Black girl’s pussy was spread wide around Mark’s phallus, the girth of his massive cock distending both her folds and her taut butt-cheeks. The puckered entrance of her soft asshole was perfectly visible and the King’s white hand briefly slapping her buttocks and gesturing pointedly, sent Luke into abrupt movement.

He clambered up on to the desk, straddling both his king and Keisha’s offered buttocks. He wrapped her tiny waist with both hands as he squat down and manoeuvred his dick into her. The King’s massive shaft was inadvertently a slick highway guiding him in and soon enough, as he pulled apart Keisha’s black ass-cheeks, the tip of his dick was being introduced to the tightest, hot, little chute he’d ever encountered.

With a wild-eyed seizing, Keisha went rigid as he sank deep into her asshole. She was already chaulk-full with the King’s immense white tool but apparently adding one decently girthy Black prick to her, “I must… serve my kings… I must… serve my kings…” was her mantra to chant as another cock was added to the inside of Keisha.

Luke felt the tightness of Keisha's ass around his member, he could not contain himself any longer. His breathing grew heavier and his movements more erratic, in stark contrast to the King's smooth experience. The pleasure coursing through him was overwhelming, and he gripped Keisha's waist tightly as he pounded into her with abandon. Keisha, for her part, was lost in the pleasure of the two men inside of her. The King's massive cock filling her pussy and Luke's thick member stretching her ass, it was more than she could handle. Her body trembled with pleasure as the men ravaged her in unison.

“I! SERVE! MUSsSST! SSERVE! AIIIEEEE!” Her mantra was trying to make it through the dual destruction of her front and behind, but her mind was leaving her. Keisha just leaning her head against Mark’s sweaty chest as she felt the rigid muscle of Luke behind her booty, all while her mantra tried to fight the unending pleasure attacking her cunt and ass.

Luke was soon in a frenzy, driving the motion of the interaction as he pounded Keisha's tight asshole with unbridled lust. His hands tightly gripped her waist, pulling her back onto his thick member with each thrust. Keisha's body trembled and shook with each hard thrust, the tightness of her back passage gripping and milking Luke's cock with each movement. Meanwhile, the King's massive size provided the majority of the pleasure for Keisha, his thick shaft filling her pussy completely as he thrust in and out of her with powerful strokes.

She moaned and cried out, her body writhing with pleasure as she was double penetrated by the two men. Despite the King's smooth and controlled approach, it was Luke's wild energy that fueled the intensity of the scene. He was like a wild beast, lost in a frenzy of carnal pleasure as he drove into Keisha's tight asshole with reckless abandon. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he grunted and groaned with each powerful thrust. Keisha's body responded to Luke's rough passion, her hips bucking back against him with each thrust. She could feel the heat and pressure building inside her, her body teetering on the brink of orgasmic release. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and she cried out, her voice echoing through the small office as she came hard, her body shuddering with intense pleasure.

As Luke continued to lose himself in the moment, his hips slamming into Keisha's tight back entrance, his breathing became erratic and his movements became increasingly frenzied. With each thrust, he let out a primal roar, his voice echoing off the walls of the office.

“For my King, I shall never yield! Even to my own lusts!”

he cried out, his mind lost in a haze of ecstasy. But despite his bravado, Luke could feel himself nearing the edge. He tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible, but it was no use. With a final, guttural groan, he emptied himself inside Keisha, his hot seed spilling out deep into her asshole.

Keisha let out a gasp as she felt Luke's climax inside her, her body tensing up in response. She could feel the sticky mess he had made, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that he hadn't lasted longer. But the King remained unfazed, his own member still standing tall and ready for more. Luke collapsed onto Keisha's back, panting heavily and covered in sweat. "I...I'm sorry, my lord," he stammered out, "I couldn't...I couldn't control myself."

The King simply chuckled and patted Luke's back. "No matter, my friend," he said, "You gave it your all, and that's all I can ask for." Keisha lay there, caught between the two men, feeling both satisfied and somewhat used. She knew that the King wasn't finished with her yet, but for now, she was content to rest and recover from the intense experience.

As Luke's spent member slipped out of Keisha's back entrance, a dribble of semen followed in its wake, leaving a sticky mess in its path. In contrast, the King's cock remained hard and erect, ready for more action. It was a striking sight, the King's white shaft standing tall and proud, while Luke's limp dick hung low and flaccid.

The contrast was not lost on Keisha, who could feel the difference between the two men even more acutely now. The King was still pumping into her with a steady rhythm, while Luke was panting and struggling to catch his breath. Watching as his semen was literally humped out of his secretary by the intense rocking motion Mark applied to her front, flopping out in clumps from her asshole and onto his desk. The Black girl couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment, both in herself for being unable to satisfy Luke and in Luke for not being able to last longer.

The King, however, remained unfazed by the sudden interruption, continuing his thrusts with ease. His stamina and endurance were a testament to his strength and virility, and Keisha couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for the man who now claimed her body as his own. As the minutes ticked by, Keisha lost herself in the sensations coursing through her body. The King's relentless pounding was overwhelming, yet at the same time, it was exhilarating. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, her mind consumed by the feeling of being stretched and filled by the King's massive cock. In the end, the King proved to be a true master of the art of lovemaking, taking Keisha to heights of pleasure she had never imagined possible. As he finally reached his own climax, his body convulsed with ecstasy, his seed shooting deep inside her. And even as he withdrew from her body, his cock still stood tall and proud, a testament to his dominance and power.

“Whew~! That was nice. Haven’t had a chance for a good devil’s threesome for a while, unless you count when I did it with myself… but that was like 2.5some I guess, haha!” Mark laughed, rubbing his belly and stretching himself away from the pair of black bodies on the desk. Luke had enough energy to sit up, but Keisha was definitely passed out, as Mark looked over to his original escorts, currently creaming each other. “Alright you two, I want some grub. What say we go deal with everyone else working here then go out for dinner?”

America waved her enthusiasm as she floated off of Claire’s tired face, “Oh! I want tacos!”

“Tacos? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

She just laughed, “Don’t overcorrect the other way. It ain’t racist to love good food.” The hispanic woman teased, cleaning his cock from the cum covering it before letting him get changed properly.

Just as they opened the door to leave, a voice called out, “I’m sorry my King, what do you mean you are ‘dealing’ with those that worked here?”

Mark, Claire, and America all looked back at Luke Cage. Unbreakable man, kneeling on the floor completely naked, subjugated to Mark’s will. “It means I’m a busy guy and you’re going to have to get back in shape for the Harlem harem you built.”

Simone, a somewhat busty mother of three who had clearly crushed on Luke in the past, was walking past when she got an eyeful of what was happening inside. Before she could scream, Mark’s hand was already on her throat, catching the voice and her complete attention as she slowly walked inside. Moving like a puppet on a string, Mark whispered words into her ear before she fell to her knees in front of Luke. "Mr Cage... Great Storm was so long ago, but you found me..."

As the tearful Simone latched herself onto the naked Luke, he looked on at his king in awe. "You best be prepared to handle the entire staff while I'm away, my knight in unbreakable armour!" said Mark, latching onto his two brown beauties and walking into the proverbial sunset.