Climax of the Sermon [pt.I]

Queen Storm had departed and many in the room were sorry to see her leave. She was a beloved figure among the Markandan people, renowned for her kindness and compassion as much as for her regal bearing and beauty. They watched in awe as she flew out onto the balcony, making use of her mutant gifts to command the winds to bear her aloft.

But the sermon was not over and all eyes turned to Nightcrawler, as he strode over to the fortunate young River Tribe daughter chosen to represent Bast, their concubine panther goddess. The deity who first knelt and raised her tail before the Great Mutant Manhood and formed Markanda as the future womb of mutantkind (Emma was making this up as she went along, delighting in the way the human brains simply snapped it up like hungry guppies and ran with it) The eighteen year old girl, her ebony skin glistening with sweat, pressed her forehead to the tiles, her well-oiled buttocks writhing in silent supplication. A steady stream of her arousal pooled beneath her, a glistening testament to her fervent prayer.

Her hair was a kinky brown bush atop her head, but the rest of her body was completely smooth. Her buttocks were round and firm, like two globes of dark chocolate. Her legs were long and toned and her feet were small and dainty. Her arms were slender and her shoulders were narrow and delicate. The young woman was the epitome of feminine grace and beauty.

Nightcrawler stood directly above her now. His mutant penis hovered above her buttocks, inches away from her vaginal lips. It was such an erotic sight that many women in the crowd moaned out loud with anticipation. They could smell the pungent aroma of Kurt's pre-ejaculate as it oozed from his gaping urethra. It was no less erotic for the men. Sex between a human woman and a hung mutant male was THE predominant sexual fetish in Markanda. Honestly, it wasn't even a fetish. Fetish implied a difference from the norm. This was simply the base component of sexuality. None of these prominent men, these leaders in spirituality and tradition, found the thought of themselves having sex to be as appealing as the idea of their women being bred by a mutant stud. To these high-status men, copulation was for the most common Markandans, a base activity necessary for the propagation of the working class.

(Not exactly what Mark had had in mind consciously when he put some of his ideas for Markanda out there, but when you made one of the most powerful telepaths in the world effectively your Id, removed his moral compass and gave him access to a veritable choir of powerful mutant telepaths anxious to compete for your favor...)

Kurt, ever the polite demon, chuckled. "Now then, little one," he purred, his blue tail swishing excitedly behind him. "Let us show you the true meaning of devotion." With a practiced ease, he settled himself behind her, his powerful legs bracketing her explosively plump ass that rocketed out from her comparatively quite narrow back in this doggystyle position.

Emma Frost couldn't find the slightest bit of anything like resistance within Kurt Wagner's mind as he used one hand to press apart the girl's fleshy globes to gain access to her weeping slit while he gripped the pink and blue, glossy wet animal end of his penis with his other hand and brought it down into place. There was no semblance of the man of a mere few weeks ago who would have been horrified and utterly disgusted with himself for doing any of this, no compunctions in his mind at all.

In fact it was the same old Kurt, thought Emma. All of his memories were intact. It was most definitely Nightcrawler's swashbuckling personality, his kind and forgiving nature, everything that made him who he was... except Mark had zeroed in on the essential factor that all of Kurt's personality traits were based upon...his deep rooted, inner faith in god and simply replaced it with... himself.

Kurt's entire faith structure was now focused around one person -Mark. Kurt didn't think about 'god' as his creator any more, nor did he pray to an unknown entity. Kurt knew with absolute certainty that Mark had created him. Was responsible for every atom of his being. His god present here on Earth set the example for all right behavior, for how all devout believers should spend their time. So, no, there wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation in Kurt's surface thoughts as he nudged the girl's labia lips with the misshapen horse tip of his cock that was clearly not designed to fit inside a human female.

After all what did the King spend the vast majority of his time doing?

Kurt was nothing if not a dutiful little religious drone and Emma knew he spent much of his free time doing his part to transform Markanda's future demographics, teleporting into homes at all hours of the day and night to empty his balls into the first breeding age female he encountered. That bitch Mystique often joined him with that disgusting dick she insisted on bolting onto herself.

No. If Mark was spending his days making babies then Kurt would certainly spend his attempting to do the same.

So instead of experiencing any internal angst, Nightcrawler was actually in the midst of some truly gag-worthy religious ecstasy: This was sacred and right. This was the culmination of every human's yearning for a higher power. The highest act of worship available to those who were lucky enough to live in Markanda.. Emma rolled her eyes and essentially copy and pasted that fervent belief and weird not-real scripture Kurt's bible poisoned brain had just made up from whole-cloth to the nearby humans as he expertly penetrated his 43rd Markandan pussy, leaving his tip in place and using the thumbs of both hands to spread apart her pussy lips in order to guide himself inside her.

A soft wet squelching noise permeated the room as he slid several inches into the poor girl's gushing channel, eliciting a startled moan from her that echoed throughout the lounge.

"AAAAHHHNNNNN!!!"

Kurt smiled indulgently at her reaction, murmuring softly under his breath as he began pumping in and out of her velvety tightness with gentle strokes. "Let your King bless you with mutant seed, dear sister!"

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back and reaching underneath to grip her small, perky breasts with his furry hands. He lifted her off of the floor and pulled her back and into the air so that she was displayed to the others in the room. He tweaked her nipples lightly as he pumped his shaft into her sopping folds. Sex between Mutant and Human was a communal act, performed for all to see as God decreed by his word and deed and so Kurt wanted them all to see, especially the girl's proud father.

The girl was a mass of quivering flesh in Kurt's arms, her body completely limp. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his thick length invaded her deepest recesses.

He bounced her body up and down on his cock like it was a toy, like she was little more than a piece of meat for his pleasure as was the divinely ordained way of it. She was powerless to resist and could only moan incoherently as her body was subjected to the most intense sensations of pleasure that she had ever experienced in her young life.

He pistoned in and out of her rapidly now, her juices dripping down his shaft and coating his nuts. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself immensely and it wouldn't be long before she climaxed.

Kurt looked past her to see his little congregation busy praying with their hands, either down on their knees or strewn across the furniture in the lounge. Several particularly pious ladies were already in Basts Position, resting their weight on their faces and tits as they raised their hips high in his direction, twerking and pulling at their holes in pleading welcome for his mutant seed.

The girl came then, screaming out loud as she bucked and thrashed in his arms, her muscles spasming wildly as her inner walls clamped down on his cock with an almost vice-like grip. Kurt grunted in satisfaction as his manhood was squeezed tightly by her quivering tunnel. He pumped slowly through her orgasm and told her evenly, "Yes. Yes. Feel that. Feel that, sister. That is God's touch, His gift to you!"

Kurt pumped into her gently for a few minutes afterwards, letting her ride out her aftershocks while still maintaining a constant contact with her hyper sensitive and no doubt burning pussy.

God was not ready to reward him, though he could see from the sticky messes spattering the floor and the hovering palace servants intent on cleanup that many of the faithful had already been rewarded.

No matter. He was God's warrior. God's breeder and he would labor without rest until he had fulfilled his holy mission.

He also thought Emma was the most beautiful woman in the world and that his ugly horse dick was never going near her perfect pussy and that she really should be one of God's wives....

He shook it off and refocused on the task at hand.