Mark plans for world domination

The sense of impending doom was becoming a very familiar thing to Mark. He’d felt it after the discovery of his powers. He felt it again when he’d accidentally brainwashed Ororo Munroe, pitting himself inexorably against Professor Xavier and his X-Men. His near-**** and subsequent abduction by Magneto had been the most recent and serious occurrence by far, but it hardly compared to the obstacle he now faced.

I can’t say I’ve ever angered a god before.

Truthfully, there was nothing to suggest that the Phoenix was the conduit or representation of some divine entity, but as a nimbus of near-infinite psionic power it might as well have been.

And it wants to kill me for what I did to Jean.

He had to laugh at his luck. He’d thought it had been on his side when he’d discovered the accidental command that made Mystique his obedient ****. Fate was a double-edged sword, it seemed.

Mark watched as Jean explained the nature of the cosmic entity that had once inhabited her. The expressions on the faces of his servants varied. Those who knew already wore sober expressions, their worried gazes flickering over to him. Those who didn't quickly adopted the same expression.

He smiled weakly at Ororo. The first of his servants had been distraught when he’d been **** by Magneto, and it was clear as day that she feared more than anything what the Phoenix might do to him. The gorgeous dark-skinned woman clenched her fists. Her hazel eyes grew misty and the skies above darkened. Thunder crackled in the distance.

“I’ll do whatever I can to protect you, my love,” her eyes seemed to say. Mark nodded at her in thanks.

“What?” Wanda gasped. Her concerned blue eyes widened. “There has to be some mistake. Nothing that powerful should want to kill Mark.”

She was silently backed by Mystique and Sabertooth, both of whom sent him uncharacteristically worried looks.

“It’s true,” Jean moved to stand in the middle of the room. Her minimalist Wakandan outfit consisted of a small loincloth and a torn beige top that barely covered her large breasts. “The reason I wasn’t able to save Mark the day Magneto arrived is that the Phoenix sent out a psychic signal that tore itself into my mind. The signal was so strong that I could barely stand, let alone use my abilities. The Phoenix found out that Mark had altered my mind and swore to take **** against him,” the busty redhead closed her eyes for a long moment before reopening them. Her irises, once green, glowed with a dim yellow light before dissipating into green again. “A person is never quite the same once they’ve bonded with a being like the Phoenix,” she took a deep breath and smiled weakly. “In a way, I am the Phoenix and she’s me. The old me. That’s why she’s heading for Earth. She’ll… she’ll kill Mark the moment she has the opportunity.”

“The Phoenix will kill anyone who stands in its way,” Scott said. He clenched his fists. “It doesn’t care about morality and sees humans as insects to be stepped on if they get annoying.”

“How did you stop it before? It must have some weakness we can exploit. If there is, by King Mark I’ll find a way!” Okoye swore. She gripped her spear fiercely, prompting Aneka to do the same.

“We didn’t stop the Phoenix. It left. It was too strong, even for the combined might of all the X-Men,” Ororo said. She glanced softly at her sister-wife. “Jean was able to convince the Phoenix to leave her body somehow. The experience nearly killed her.”

Mark glanced over at Jean and met her eyes. He knew the redhead would gladly sacrifice her life for his. It didn’t comfort him, however. The time he’d spent on Genosha had given him perspective on what life was like without her.

[You’re not going to die, Jean. I won’t allow it. I love you too much.]

Jean’s emerald eyes glistened with unshed tears. She smiled at him and wiped her eyes. Her nipples hardened.

[I love you too, Mark. We’ll get through this together. I promise you.]

“That’s essentially why I’ve gathered you all here,” Mark said. His servants all looked at him. Even Wanda, whom he had never brainwashed, seemed to hang on his every word. His cock twitched, the feeling of having power over those around him sending a sexual thrill down his spine.

He felt something else, too. A tingle. It wasn’t anything like static electricity now that’d he’d had a chance to get used to it. He closed his eyes.

Bright lights pulsed just beyond his eyelids. A feeling of warmth emanated from them. He singled out one in particular.

-Wanda.-

He opened his eyes to find Scarlet Witch staring at him. His gaze flickered down to her large barely concealed breasts and back to her face. She blushed.

It can’t be…

He bit his lip.

-You want to show me your breasts.-

He felt the telltale sign of his command being accepted into the black haired girl’s mind.

Wanda bit her plush lips. She brought her hands up to massage her breasts. They squished upward, providing Mark with a decent view of her creamy white cleavage.

He gaped at her.

Does this mean I can… I can actually give commands to people remotely? But how does it work? Why am I only just finding out about this now?

His thoughts went back to the moment he looked inside Wanda’s mind and cleared it of her father’s corruption. He remembered reaching deep inside himself and tugging hard on the source of his power.

Could that have allowed me to form some sort of remote bond with her?

Wanda blinked and glanced around the room to find everyone staring her. Mystique had a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Is being in our Master’s presence turning you on, Wanda? I can understand that after being in Erik’s disgusting clutches for so long. We can leave the room if want some alone time with him. I should warn you, though, your pussy will never be the same,” the azure-skined woman said. She mashed her own naked breasts together.

Wanda blushed harder and seemed to want to look at anyone but him.

Mark smirked and gave Ramonda’s bare ass a spank. The **** older woman moaned softly.

T’Challa watched the exchange from his position on all fours. His cock looked like it had never been harder.

“Mistress Mystique seems to be correct. I believe Ms. Maximoff is interested in you, my Master,” the former king grinned at him.

“As interested as your mother?” Mark couldn’t resist asking.

“Perhaps not,” T’Challa said. “I can’t imagine Wanda would be willing to bear your children so readily.”

Wanda sputtered and hid her face. Mark laughed. The rest of his servants joined him, Ororo seeming to take particular enjoyment in seeing her former lover brought so low that he’d relish what had been done to his mother.

The general mood in the room seemed to have lifted.

Mark played idly with Ramonda’s big butt, enjoying the way his hands sank into her soft assflesh.

“We’re going to have to deal with the Phoenix eventually. There’s no escaping it. It’ll find Jean and the rest of us anywhere in a matter of months, so we need to prepare ourselves before then,” Mark glanced at Scott and nodded.

Scott nodded back and pressed a button on the wall. A holographic image of Earth materialized in the middle of the room.

“Wakanda, or rather Markanda,” the image of the globe zoomed in on the location of the African kingdom, “has a great deal of economic, military, and technological resources which can serve as a basis for our defense against the Phoenix. The massive vibranium deposits are especially useful and will allow us a significant edge as we expand our King’s influence. Our first short-term goals would have been to invite the leaders of the surrounding African nations for a diplomatic conference and convert them there, eventually gaining control over the continent, but thanks to SHIELD, that is no longer an option."

“Scott’s right,” Black Widow said. The voluptuous former SHIELD agent was still clad in her torn black tights. Her large breasts jiggled freely as she moved. Her light pink nipples were hard. “Though he prefers to operate under a veil of secrecy, Nick Fury won’t hesitate to expose our Master’s control over the Wakandan people if he notices us expanding into the surrounding nations. That's what earned Mark the kill order to begin with,” she glanced at Mark.

“When did Fury tell you to report back to him?” Mystique asked. “That wasn’t in the briefing I managed to pilfer from SHIELD. You humans are always so lax in your security that I thought it must have been an oversight.”

Natasha glared at her and crossed her arms, pushing her breasts upward. She smiled thinly.

“That’s funny talk coming from the woman who got enslaved by her own prisoner,” she said. She waited for Mystique to open her mouth again before she continued, “I was given a month to complete my assignment. That leaves us around two weeks before Fury declares me missing or assumes I’ve defected.”

“So two weeks to deal with SHIELD. They’ll be a good asset to have when the Phoenix arrives,” Mark said. He gestured towards Aneka and Okoye. The two fierce warrior-women surrounded him immediately, allowing him to grope their huge tits. They smiled worshipfully at him “What options does that timeframe give us?”

“I would recommend that we take the Institute,” Ororo piped up, drawing Mark’s eyes. “Maybe we could have Shuri work on a stronger version of the psychic interference device Aneka had on her aircraft to prevent the Professor, Emma, or Betsy from attacking us psionically.”

Hm. With all that’s happened recently I almost forgot that I originally intended to use Wakanda to help me take over the Institute. Damn, I can’t wait to see all those hot mutant babes in person.

He grinned as he recalled the images Jean had projected to him of her memories watching women like Emma Frost and Elizabeth Braddock in the communal X-Men showers. How the fat globs of water had slid so achingly slowly over their big tits. He recalled a memory of Rogue floating a few inches off the floor in the spray as she rubbed soap suds into her massive gravity-defying breasts, beads of water flowing down her well-muscled stomach and the wide curves of her hips. He couldn't imagine ever being able to touch her, but there was something about the challenge of it that enticed him and made him want to make the feisty southern girl his.

He thought about the students there, too. About Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, and Magma. He wanted to collect them all and make them his.

“I’m not optimistic about our chances if the device fails,” Jean said. “I’m a little below the Professor’s level when it comes to sheer telepathic power and he has far more experience than I do in the field of telepathic combat.”

“Could we use the Markandan telepaths to amplify your abilities, my Queen?” Scott asked.

Jean pursed her lips.

“Hm. I suppose that should possible. Yes, I think that could work. Excellent idea, Scott. I’ll see if I can convince Mark to let you watch again as he fucks me,” she smiled and tweaked a nipple through her top.

Scott preened at her praise and smiled lewdly.

“Thank you. Anything to serve you and my King,” he bowed slightly. “There are a few more options for us, still, my King. You originally rejected my recommendation that we pursue the Fantastic Four because of the danger posed by Franklin Richards should he regain his powers,” he glanced over at Wanda. “But we now have a reality manipulator of our own. If she isn’t up for it, we could always try to convert the people in the Avengers Tower. Tony Stark would be a remarkable scientist to have at your disposal, not to mention the avenues his access to the Avengers would grant you.”

I'd really like to get my hands on the MILF Susan Storm. I've had a crush on her since forever.

Mark glanced over at Wanda, tracing her supple curves that filled out her tight red outfit so well. He badly wanted to use his newfound power over her to make her spread her legs for him and beg him to fuck her, but he’d promised her that he’d treat her well.

“Would you help me take the Baxter Building if I wanted?”

Wanda nodded and gave him a small smile.

“You freed me from my father, Mark. I don’t think you realize just what that means to me. I’ll do whatever I can to protect you,” she said. She absently grabbed the top of her outfit and pulled downward. Her big white tits spilled into view.

“Ah!” she looked down at her exposed breasts and gasped, quickly covering herself. Everyone in the room gave her amused looks. She glanced over at Mark shyly and bit her lip.

Mark chuckled. “Thanks, Wanda. How would you feel if I said I wanted to go back to Genosha at the head of an army to bring your father under my heel?”

Dark red light glimmered in Wanda’s irises.

“I’d be angry if you didn’t bring me along.”

Mark smiled at her.

That settles it then. Now, I only need to decide which option to pursue first. I only have two weeks before Fury wises up and it's always possible that he might find out I'm alive before then. I'll have to make sure that whoever I recruit next can stop SHIELD from sounding the global alarm bells.