Warrior Falls...

Markanda

Lush jungles pulsed with vibrant life, savannas stretched out like golden carpets, and mighty rivers snaked their way across its fertile embrace. Dotted amongst this natural splendor were Markanda's magnificent high-tech cities, shimmering testaments to human and mutant ingenuity. Here, the ancient and the advanced intertwined in a harmonious dance.

Warriors Falls was in the northwestern part of the country at a confluence of two rivers that did not merge but simply continued their separate courses after a truly awe-inspiring number of waterfalls.

The spray of the waterfall tickled Aneka's skin, a refreshing contrast to the heat that bloomed from her heavily pregnant belly. Her enormous breasts, swollen with milk for the King's son, strained against the ceremonial body paint that adorned her skin. A glance down confirmed the effectiveness of her movements – the plump globes jiggled with each sway of her hips, a display guaranteed to turn any red-blooded male, mutant or otherwise, into a drooling mess.

Jagged cliffs rose majestically above her, their faces adorned with numerous ledges that resembled a colossal amphitheater. Here, hundreds of Markandans thronged the ledges, witnessing the ritual with elation and pleasure. They were mostly relatives and supporters of the women in the ritual, almost as excited just to be here in this sacred space where the tribal elite had always spectated royal duels as to witness their loved ones get good and seeded.

Below them, a wide ledge jutted out, forming a large natural pool before the cascading water plunged into the churning river far below.
Aneka and her sister Dora Milaje formed a line at the edge of this ledge, their nude forms on display for all to see. It wasn't their place to participate in the mass breeding ritual, but to advertise their King's prowess and provide order (and keep any particularly wild couples from plunging over the ledge).

Aneka felt another ripple in her belly - the child inside was very active today.

Her gaze swept across the scene. The churning pool at the base of Warrior Falls was a roiling mass of bodies, glistening with sweat and desire. The rhythmic thumps and gasps were a primal symphony, a testament to the power of mutant masculinity and Markandan womanhood.

Fifty women, their ebony skin slick with water and sweat, writhed and swayed in the shallow water. Some gathered in tight knots around particularly sought-after studs, their laughter and pleas a counterpoint to the guttural growls and primal grunts emanating from the heart of the throng. Others, arranged in a regimented line, lay side-by-side, their ample backsides raised high, a living causeway for a mutant stud who pumped down the line with a relentless efficiency. Still others, unbothered by the wait, lounged on the sun-warmed rocks, their bodies statues of confident self-display, their dark eyes scanning the scene for the next mutant to grace them with his attentions.

Nightcrawler, his blue fur slicked with water, teleported between them in a whirlwind of playful efficiency, his long, prehensile tail leaving a trail of shivers in its wake. Wolverine, all gruff intensity, slammed into a woman with the **** of a charging rhino, his primal growl a counterpoint to her ecstatic shrieks.

To a lifelong lesbian there was plenty for Aneka to ogle.

Throughout the basin, a kaleidoscope of female beauty played out. Fleshy, well-endowed matrons, their bodies testaments to the fecundity favored by Bast, swayed with a sensual rhythm, their ample bosoms jiggling with each movement, their heavy hips a siren call to the mutant men. Lithe, athletic ladies, their bodies honed by years of training, moved with a fluid grace, their taut muscles rippling beneath their skin as they writhed in pleasure. Thick, hourglass figures, the very embodiment of opulent abundance, arched their backs and thrust their hips, their generous curves a feast for the eyes and a magnet for the mutants' desire.

Colossus' prominent backside gleamed in the sunlight from this angle his powerful legs framing the lush backside of a voluptuous matron. Her fleshy asscheeks were squashed obscenely beneath his steely form as he pistoned into her with a rhythmic power that sent ripples across the water. Her moans, deep and guttural, echoed across the falls like the mating call of some wild animal.

There was a frenzy to it all that would have been comical had it not been so erotic. The sheer, primal desperation of the women – common Markandan ladies seeking to secure the mutant genes that would determine the fate of their families and that of the nation as a whole for generations to come – contrasted sharply with the almost routine carnality of the mutants (no surprise really, when these studs weren't training to protect their country or going on missions for their king, they were fucking).

Aneka shivered despite herself at the scene, her womanhood so wet with desire.

It has been far too long since she last felt the fullness of Mark's magnificence within her own womanhood, had his huge white cock filling her up with its countless inches of girthy love and the climactic explosion of thick royal mutant cum.

She'd definitely be riding Ayo's face tonight and letting her beautiful lover tend to her neglected clit.

Hellion, a young buck with telekinetic abilities, his face flushed with exertion, withdrew his cum-slicked member from a woman and then darted off to claim another. Aneka sunk her teeth into her plush bottom lip as she watched closely for one of the hottest sights imaginable.

The black on pink folds of the woman's labia slowly relaxed, expelling a dollop of glistening white cum onto the churning waters.

Aneka's eyelids fluttered and she rolled back her eyes as she forcefully dug into and twisted one stubby nipple with her fingertips.

Thick mutant cum, black pussy....fuu-uuuck...

Her eyes darted across the scene, a predator surveying its domain. Gambit, sprawled languidly on a rock, was a tableau of hedonism. A woman, her head half shaved bald and adorned with intricate neon glowing tattoos, rode him like a stallion, while Iceman, his gaze predictably fixed on Wolverine's backside, plundered her depths from behind. A frown creased Aneka's brow.

You'd better not be waste your cum in that woman's ass, Bobby!

It had been a long time since Iceman had been a captive toy in the Palace where he fell under the purview of the Dora Milaje but she still felt ownership over her little Iceboy. She shared his same-sex interests, but you didn't see that interfering with her duty to Markanda!

Gambit caught Aneka's eye and he gave her a cheeky upside down wink. "Ma chérie," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement, "you lookin' mighty fine with that mama's glow. Those knockers full o' milk for dat 'king of ours? Care to share?"

Aneka rolled her eyes, a wide grin splitting her face. "Share the contents of those nuts with that woman already, Cajun! I expect you to fill at least five wombs today!"

Off to the side, half in the water and half propped up on a mossy shelf of rock, Zola and Colossus were locked in a powerful mating. Zola, a voluptuous mining tech with large, heavy breasts and broad shoulders, lay beneath the gleaming, metallic form of the mutant stud. Her wide hips and fleshy buttocks were squashed obscenely against the rocks and muddy soil in the water, her body a testament to fertility and strength.

Colossus, his prominent backside gleaming in the sunlight, moved with a rhythmic power, his thick, hard shaft pistoning into Zola's wet, welcoming passage. He was careful, trying to be gentle, but Zola would have none of it. Her deep, guttural moans echoed across the falls, a primal call that reverberated through the misty air.

Mud squelched between Zola's toes, a delightful sensation that paled in comparison to the glorious thrumming deep within her. Colossus, a titan of a man sculpted from living metal, rutted into her with a methodical efficiency that sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine. His big hands, cool against her sun-warmed skin, gripped her ample buttocks, guiding her with a surprising gentleness.

"Harder, metal giant!" she called out, her voice thick with desire. "Fill me with your mutant seed! Let it surge through me, a steel river flooding my womb!"

"Are you certain, Mrs? This metal body is heavy."

Zola threw her head back and roared with laughter. "Heavy is good! These Markandan hips were built to bear the weight of your kind!" Her voice dripped with playful dominance, a stark contrast to his ever-polite demeanor. "Now, stop fussing and pound me like the forge hammers you look be made with!"

Colossus mumbled apologies even as he obeyed. His thrusts became more forceful, the rhythmic clang of his metal body against the rocks a counterpoint to the symphony of pleasure building within Zola. Though average in size, his steel member possessed an undeniable allure. It was like being ravaged by a magnificent, living mining drill, a delightful twist on her usual profession.

A primal hunger gnawed at her. This wasn't just pleasure; it was a sacred duty. Each mutant seed, a potent symbol of their strength, a promise of a gifted son or daughter for Markanda. She glanced towards the ledges above, where she knew somewhere N'Yure watched, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and arousal. He'd likely emptied his little black balls at least once if not twice by now, his meager human seed a pale imitation of the potent cocktail she was about to receive.

The thought spurred Zola on. "Empty your steel balls into me, Colossus!" she demanded, her voice a husky rasp. "Don't hold back! Make me a vessel overflowing with mutant power!"

Beside her, Sunspot, the young mutant who had shown off a form as black as the panther with the fiery corona of the sun earlier but now simply looked like a finely naked handsome South American boy, pumped his hips into the craftswoman Ebele. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, I love my life! Fuck-yes! "His grunts of pure, unadulterated pleasure were a stark contrast to Colossus' stoic determination. Yet, both served the same purpose – the procreation of a stronger Markanda.

Colossus' torso was a wide, sculpted ceiling of gleaming mammoth muscles as he leaned over Zola, his pace becoming frantic as he neared his climax.

Zola reveled in the metallic press of him, the coolness a delightful contrast to the burning heat within her. Though his member wasn't the biggest, it was mutant-forged, strong and unyielding. Every pump sent jolts of pleasure through her, a symphony of primal instinct and patriotic duty.

A pang of longing shot through her. Oh, how she wished this magnificent creature were the king! The thought of his legendary royal shaft, as thick as her arm, filling her womanhood sent a delicious shiver down her spine. But Colossus was a prize in his own right, a living embodiment of Markanda's mutant power.

With a oddly quiet grunt, he thrust one final time, his shaft buried to the hilt in Zola's sopping wet depths. The woman beneath him let out a cry of ecstasy as his steel dildo of a cock delivered a copious load of his virile mutant seed deep into her waiting womb. Her inner walls clenched around his unyielding length, attempting to milk it of every last precious drop. An effort that turned out to be unnecessary as the mutant fired his cum out in one long continuous stream, instead of discrete spurts. Colossus literally pissed cum(a feature of his unique mutant biology that he was very well known for from the literally thousands of hours of Royal pornography he was featured in).

A flood of thick, hot liquid gushed out of him into Zola's deepest recesses, her dark pussy flooded to the brim with steaming white man-milk.

Zola let out a triumphant laugh as her fertile womb embraced its new cargo. "That's right, Colossus!" she crooned in between gasps of pleasure. "Give me everything you've got! I'll make good use of that wonderful mutant nut!"

The rhythmic clanging of metal on stone echoed across the falls as Colossus continued to pump her depths full of his mutant seed, a tsunami of cum that left no doubt as to the power of his genetic legacy. Zola's ample breasts heaved with each thrust, their large, brown nipples standing out like erect buds amidst the mounds of her ebony flesh. Her dark areolae, large and wide as saucers, trembled with each movement of her body.

As his stream of cum tapered off, his member remained steel hard even as he settled gently down atop her, his metal bust of a face touching her ear.

Colossus, ever the softie this strange metal man, seemed hesitant to pull away.

"There, there, strong one," she soothed, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Duty calls! There are other fertile fields waiting to be... cultivated." Her eyes darted towards Sunspot's gorgeous butt, the young mutant already bouncing towards his next conquest, a wide grin plastered on his face.

A flicker of something akin to disappointment crossed Colossus' metallic face, quickly replaced by stoic acceptance. He dismounted with surprising grace, his member, still impressive despite its average size, stuck out like a spike. Zola, already missing the feel of him, admired its rigidity. This was no flimsy human appendage, but a weapon of procreation, forged from the finest mutant steel.

"I thank you, Mrs." Colossus inclined his head in a gesture of respect and gratitude. "You have honored me with the gift of your body."

Zola shook her head with amusement. "The honor is all mine, metal giant." She winked at him.

"If you should become with child. Please! Do not hesitate to reach out. I support all my little ones. Your family will be my family."

She was surprised by the offer as he lumbered off to the trio of naked wet women practically wrestling with each other to present themselves. Taking care of the baby was her and N'Yure's responsibility as parents.

However, it was quite the touching sentiment and now that she thought about it what that invitation really sounded like was a prime opportunity for her to secure regular access to mutant cock!

She really could be a mutant baby-factory if she wanted to. Just pop out babies every two years or so like clockwork till her body gave out.
Make More Mutants , as the high priest himself would always preach (-who was wielding that magnificent blue horse cock right over there, not ten meters where she sat!!!)

As Colossus started rutting with another woman, Zola watched with a satisfied smile and cupped her mound, ensuring none of his precious seed escaped.

Every groan, every ecstatic shriek, was a victory for Markanda. The future, fertile and strong, pulsed within her womb, a testament to her sacred duty.