King Takes Bishop. Checkmate.

Written in collaboration with Cross C

'Holy crap, he's huge! I'm so nervous right now. Can I even handle him? Gotta take a deep breath and give it my all!'

Kate's gaze fixated on the King's colossal glans, her eyes widening in astonishment as Natasha and America lavished it with their devoted attention. She can't help but feel a tingling sensation between her own thighs as she watches their tongues caress the enormous head with precision and expertise. The sight of their luscious lips and the way they envelop the royal fist-sized glans sends a surge of desire through her body. She imagines the taste, the texture, and the sheer magnitude of the member that they are pleasuring. The sounds of their passionate moans echo in her ears, fueling her own growing excitement.

Kate's world had been smashed apart and reconstituted about a million times in the last day.

Out of nowhere, Natasha freaking Romanoff had appeared in her place and whisked her off to first: witness a crazy lesbian sex scene between superpowered heroes, then: have her own sexual horizons broadened considerably, but most of all: she'd experienced a seismic shift in her understanding of the world.

Everything she thought she had known about the world and herself had been flipped on its head. She'd lost her dad when the Chitauri invaded. But that hadn't been real. None of this was real. It was all a fake world where her father was gone and she'd had to step up and become the hero to protect her mom. Now she knew that there was so much more to her life.

The possibility that she could find her Dad again should this stupid reality be flipped back to its proper place was tantalizing.

Her dad was still alive. She'd always believed that with a sort of slowly fading denial as she grew up, but now she knew it was true. Her father was still out there, living a fake life far away from her. It would only take one touch from the King and her dad's memories and true character would be restored.

She pressed forward with a bite on her lip, such thoughts were inappropriate in this moment and she wrapped her arms around the King's robust girth. She placed her face right along the middle-portion of the great shaft, the smell was a heady cocktail of sweat and something primal, making her heart race and her body tingle with anticipation. The sticky wetness from so many conquered sisters rubbing on her cheek felt so cultural. She licked and sucked at the skin, feeling her saliva mingle with the sweat. Kate didn't know why, but she felt like worshipping this dick, like she'd found a religious experience.

This wasn't just a man. It was the King. She could feel it. His strength, his power, it was all coming off of him in waves. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before.

It was almost like a forcefield around him, a sort of aura that surrounded him and permeated the air around him. It was intoxicating and Kate had to pull away briefly to catch her breath. Her head was spinning, her heart was pounding, and her cunt was soaking wet.

"Ngh..." she grunted, trying to hold herself together. “I-is it hot in here, or is it just your p-penis?”

Mark's hands landed on the soft globes of America's and Natasha's asses even as he crouched behind Kate, letting the weight of his pulsing prick land thickly upon hers. Kate's little ass was a contrast to the big, juicy booties of Natasha and America. They were lined up on the couch like good little sluts, arms resting on its back as they offered up their holes to their king.

He slid his prick down the crack of Kate's ass, pulling his hips back before nestling his tip right at her moist folds. He gave each of his other women a slap on the ass and a brief finger soiling stroke of their pussies before he gripped Kate's tiny waist.

"Ready for me, Kate?"

"Uh, yeah... I mean, I'll do my best, Your Majesty. You're...uh well-endowed." She tittered nervously before muttering to herself under her breath, "-stupid, Kate, of course he's-" The sheer girth of his cockhead at the entrance of her pussy already looked like a bear at the entrance of a rabbit hole. His healthy precum bubbling from his tip to ‘help’ lubricate the thoroughly drenched slit as she panted in anticipation.

Natasha's tone was teasing, "Don't worry, Kate. Remember our little session earlier? I've already prepared you well for the real thing."

"Natasha! You didn't have to mention that!"

America laughed, "Oh chica, we've seen it all before! You know what? You're gonna handle it like a champ. Just relax and enjoy the royal treatment."

Kate's face turned beet red as she looked between the two and then back to Mark, "Um...okay...I guess I'm ready…"

“You guess? I’m going to need more assertion than that.” Mark smirked, earning a whimpering pout from his prey as his cock left her entrance. “You’re an archer, right? Line up the shot and take it yourself.” With a gulp, Kate nodded. Taking the pipe in her dainty hands and lining it up to her slit once more. The fact she was an active participant this time heated her up something fierce, and before she knew it Kate felt nothing but excitement.

“Do it, please, my King.”

Kate squealed as Mark pushed forward, sliding the tip of his dick into her pussy. He pulled back a bit, then slid forward again, working his way inside as he pulled her back onto his massive cockhead.

"Oh wow. Wow! Ohgodohgod! You're soooo hoooo-uge!" Kate's hands were gripping the couch in a white knuckle grip, her mouth opened in a silent scream as the massive head **** its way inside of her. Stretching her beyond any toy or finger could ever dream.

"Hoo boy~" Mark groaned, letting his head roll back briefly to enjoy the newest cunt on his dick, "Your tight little archer pussy is squeezing my cock so hard. I can feel it begging for more, hehe just wait until I really start fucking you."

"M-my pussy can beg all it wants, but I’m gonna need more prep time..." Kate whimpered, her whole body trembling.

A hiss escaped her lips as he kept going, feeling the slick walls of her tight snatch engulf his dick, squeezing him in all the right ways. Mark pushed forward until he'd given her a good ten inches or so, leaving a fair amount of saliva-slickened shaft in open air. Any frustration regarding that state of affairs was mitigated by the appealing sight of her pert buttcheeks yielding to his size, conforming to and embracing the circumference of his prick.

He could feel the heat emanating from her body as she trembled beneath him. Her tightness clamped around his shaft like a vise. She felt so small and delicate. Like she'd break if he pushed too hard. He'd got more than enough practice in determining just what the ladies of this weird washed out reality could take over the last few weeks of fucking every last decently hottie in this new Kingdom he was building.

Mark grinned, pulling back until his shaft almost slipped free before he plunged his dick back inside. He started thrusting, rocking her entire body with each motion. Kate's eyes went wide as his enormous cock drove into her, filling her pussy with its thick mass. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he continued to pump away, his huge prick plunging into her and forcing a stream of liquid lust to splash out of her hole and spatter against his nuts and thighs.

He gripped her ass harder with one hand and reached down between them to grab hold of one of America's hefty jugs as it dangled beneath her smushed against the back of the couch as he continued to fuck Kate from behind. She cried out, "Mmmphhh! Unnghh! S-so deep... It's soooo deep... You're gonna ruin my pussy, Your Majesty…"

“Don’t worry, Chica. I’ll still love and lick your Mark ruined pussy all day every day.” Her latina girlfriend purred from her perch.

Mark just chuckled, giving the heavy pillows of America's tits a good grope as she propped herself up and leaned back against him while letting out a moan, the smell of her hair in his nose, coconut and sex was a powerful smell combo. On the other side of Kate, Natasha was offering up her own assets in a deliberately raunchy way.

She was turned away from them following the length of the couch, straddling the back of it and twerking that hot and insatiable pussy of hers, teasing him with every sensual movement. The way her curvaceous buttocks bounced and jiggled sent a surge of desire through him.

Clearly a certain secret agent hadn't forgotten his promise to take her ass and was determined to remind him without being too pushy about it.

Certainly her winking pretty pink asshole attested to that. He could practically feel the heat radiating from her as her wetness dripped down her inner thighs while she bounced and teased him.

"Oh I'm going to fuck that tight little chute of yours, you nasty little spy," he growled, giving her soft cheeks a couple of firm slaps, "Just you wait. I'm going to make you cum all over my cock again and again until you're begging for me to stop."

Both Natasha and America moaned at this declaration even as he pulled Kate off of his dick and flipped her over and against America who smoothly turned and folded the slighter girl in her arms.

Kate's pretty eyes were wide, her panting mouth open, offering no resistance as he roughly manhandled her like a doll. It sent a spike of elation and arousing through him as he surveyed her nubile form, the twisted remains of her purple lingerie covering nothing important, neither her delicate tits with hard nipples like points nor her battered pussy that gaped obscenely after having swallowed his cock.

He grinned and grabbed her knees, pressing her legs up towards her shoulders which America and Natasha helpfully secured and led with the pulsing head of his dick.

A gorgeous little heroine into a happy gasping sex toy.

He loved his life.

With a powerful thrust, he penetrated her once again, sliding his thick dick into her pussy, stretching it out like he was trying to split her open.

Kate moaned, her hands clawing at the other women's thighs. They both held her and watched in anticipation as he slid inch after thick inch inside of her. Kate's voice rising in pitch as he pumped in and out of her, giving her no chance to relax.

“NGAHHH! FFFUCCKCKKKKK!!!!!”

Mark had zero qualms with what America and Natasha had laid out for Kate.

Honestly he was just impressed that these two ex-heroes were so willing to mind control in his name. It was starting to feel like he'd regained his old brain-trust, formidable minions far more experienced and capable than himself and even a down payment on an organisation like Big Mark's that made expanding his dominion almost run on auto-pilot.

The Kingdom was truly flourishing, and Mark was just delighted to fuck a cunt that wanted him that he had minimal part in acquiring.

Such a flexible one too!

Currently he was ramming into her tightness with her leg on his chest and her mouth on America’s chest. The lovely colour contrast as young Kate had multiple inches of cock rammed into her was a true work of art.

“Whew~ never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad you stretched her out a little,” smiled Mark at his fluffer, Natasha. The redhead just draping herself over his back and occasionally feeling Kate’s overstretched mons. “Women in this universe are generally smaller everywhere. Smaller tits, smaller asses… and smaller pussies.” A massive electric shock pulsed through the sniper as his cockhead scraped against her bumpy walls.

The Black Widow just purred, “All the more reason for you to be King, Mark. You have to show the world how the big a dick can be, I’m sure all the women will be grateful. Right, little Kate?”

Her face was almost completely mashing against America’s bouncy brown tit, but Kate still managed to yell, “AHHH! YES YES YES! STRETCH MEPLEEEAASSEEE!!!!” As her body once more erupted in orgasm, not really having stopped for the last few minutes now.

“That reminds me, did you want the NTRoopers up here? I can call them with a push of a button”

Ah yes, the group of men Mark had assigned to only edge themselves to cuck porn all day. Ready to follow Mark into sexual battle and unload themselves into their pocket pussies at his order. It certainly tempted Mark, but he decided he didn’t want to go for that much longer after such a long day. “Let’s just let them have a peak. Oi, Felicia, turn on the webcam!” He barked, looking over to his platinum blonde cat who was currently using the discarded white strapon for some fun of her own.

“Mrah~! So deep~!”

The two rolled their eyes at her before Mark repeated, “Oi! Cat!”

She pouted, stopping her bouncing and letting her large tits finally come to a rest. “Fine fine. But I’m not clearing up after them.” Reaching over to the table next to her cat bed, Felicia clicked the button in on the small webcam. The tiny green light soon illuminating on the small camera and pointing right at the king with his latest claim.

If it wasn’t for Kate’s moans and Mark’s dick slapping against her crotch, one could almost hear the roaring groans of cuckolded men finally getting release. Their only job in life to enjoy his sexual prowess in comparison to their feebleness.

It was at that moment that Mark felt he’d had a great day. The past claiming of Luke, his present girls taking the initiative to grab him his own Hawkeye, and the future plans to bend Spider-Man to his will… it was intoxicating. Reflecting wasn’t good enough, Mark wanted to bask in his glory a little, drawing himself out of Kate’s newly stretched pussy to have his full cockmeat out for the room. Glistening, dripping, and diamond hard. Mark moved himself so his back rested against the headboard of the bed, legs spread wide with hands behind his head.

“Alright, King me.”

It was a command he’d delivered to everyone in the room at least once, even Kate now that he’d been inside of her, and at the drop of those words the women of the room were almost frantic. Felicia, Natasha, Kate, and America’s heads all rushed to his cock. Their bubbly asses wiggled behind them as they tried to get past each other to lick his erection. It was like they’d been suddenly possessed by guppies. Each taking a different spot on his massive meat and looking up at him with hungry yet reverent eyes.

Hot cat tongue was lapping his balls at the bottom, the ex-burglar who had just been lazing about was now teabagging herself with his left bollock while suckling his right as far into her mouth as she could. Widow and Hawk were running themselves up their two respective sides. A super spy using her plush lips to taste as much of him as possible, while the sexy young sniper did her best to match the ferocity of her peers. All while his favourite ex-lesbian floated just slightly above them to lay claim to his bulging tip. The best precum in her existence leaked and spread onto her tongue, all while she bathed his messy meat in her mouth to rend it of Kate’s juices.

Mark didn’t need to do anything. This was his ‘King me’ time. An order he’d slipped into many of his residents to flip them into a mode of pure indulgence. It wasn’t a full takeover, he still loved and respected each of them, it was just like a video game bar had been raised in their internal stats. Raising ‘Want to serve’ bar to the max just for some added fun for him.

Such strong women in the past, now serving his cock with the lust and vigour of a Catholic rabbit. Butts raised high for him to admire, with Kate and Nat riding his legs a little. Heat pouring off of their pussies especially when he rubbed his leg against their mons a little. It was fun seeing them like this, his Queens, his confidants, his House of Lords. It made him eager to re-add Jean, Storm, and Sue back to his side once more, but the day was so good that confidence was surging through him. He’d get them back, Mark was certain of it.

After about ten minutes, their combined lovely sucking made Mark’s orgasm rise up from his core. An overwhelming amount of pleasure was surging in him from the power he had.

No warning was given, just a shift of his hands to America’s thick locks. Her eyes knew what was happening, refusing to detach from his tip, pleading with him through begging moans to unleash his cum into her mouth.

With one final hip thrust that sent the girls cascading off of him in shock, America’s cheeks were suddenly filled with thick potent semen. Her mouth was his cum toilet and she was filled to the brim so quickly, an errant squirt shooting from her nose and onto Kate’s moaning face.

The shock was enough for Nat to finally tear America off his cock, with the next torrent of jism shooting upwards and onto her tits before she aimed it properly into her mouth. Even in this fugue state, America was the greedy one and Nat knew how to make everyone happy, shifting his cock around so baby birds Kate and Felicia could still have their mouths filled with his semen.

Soon all of them were kneeling, mouths still full but with hands on their knees. Mark smiled, taking the breath to come down from his orgasm before nodding, “You may swallow.”

The four of them all quietly moaned at the cum that poured down their throats, filling their stomachs with the most powerful jizz in the universe. Then, as one unit, they bowed their heads until they were all against the bed, prostrating themselves and saying in unison, “Thank you, Phoenix King. We live to serve you.”

It really was a great day.