Mark Plays With His Things, Part Three

Mark Williams grinned as he beheld the spectacle in front of him.

Seven dark-skinned women were lined up next to each other in his newly-acquired royal bed. They each reached behind themselves, peeling their fat buttcheeks apart and exposing their holes to their king.

He could scarcely believe that barely two weeks ago, he’d been a virgin who was scared to use his mutant powers. For the longest time, he’d wished to be normal, if only so he might live a life without fear of a world that hated mutants. Now, he couldn’t imagine living a life without those abilities.

"You finally have a true harem. I'm so happy for you, Mark!" Ororo said. Her voluptuous body was pressed up against his side. Her large tits pressed into his chest. He could feel her nipples, hard with arousal. His first and most devoted servant was more cheerful than usual, and he knew it had a lot to do with the promised **** against T’Challa that he’d delivered to her. Even hours after he’d taken the man’s wife and **** him to jerk his smaller cock as he watched on helplessly, Ororo’s pussy gushed with arousal.

"Truly, this is a momentous occasion. One warranting a celebration, I think," said Jean. The gorgeous busty redhead clung to his other side. She had worked so hard for him lately, using her telepathic abilities nonstop since they’d arrived in Wakanda. He had ordered her to take a break while the two Wakandan telepaths monitored the city for any changes. He couldn’t wait until he had enough telepaths at his disposal that she could relax whenever she wanted. Jean kissed him and smiled at him warmly. "Which one will you do first?"

"He's already had sex with Shuri, Nakia, and Aneka," Ororo said. "He should pick someone new."

"Or choose a different hole. Look at them, my love. All of those big round juicy asses are yours. You could take them anally if you so desired," Jean bit her lip and shuddered. "Anal... ah, I really love that word."

"Me too," Ororo said. She nudged him with her hip. "Maybe when our King Husband has time for us he can spend it reaming our assholes."

"I'd like that," Jean said. "So, what do you think, Mark? You've been pretty quiet."

Mark grinned. He reached his hands behind himself to cup a handful of his two favorite bubble butts.

The older women moaned at the contact and rested their heads on his shoulders. They kissed his neck.

"I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he said. He gazed at his newly-acquired sluts. "I'll take Okoye first."

Okoye, the second farthest to the left, gave her ass a deliberate shake. "It would be my honor to serve as a receptacle for your seed."

"Aw..." K'Voni whined from the far right.

"Shut up, you friggin’ newbie. What the King says goes!" Nima said. She was the furthest to the left of the formation.

"Much as I'm loath to say it, Nima is correct," Nakia said. She was situated at the center of the formation on the left. Her bubble butt was slightly bigger and rounder than the others.

"Of course I am. I think about nothing else than what my King desires, like a proper Wakandan whore," she said. Her little brown pussy grew damper. "My inferior mind is his plaything. It's his little submissive ball of clay to mold and shape however he chooses!"

"Such dedication," Mark said. "For your obedience and loyalty to me, you'll go next, Nima. I'll fill your pussy until you can't think about anything but my cock."

"Thank you, my King!" Nima's pussy pulsed. "I wish I’d known about you before so I could have gone to America and sought you out! I’d have been the best **** for you. A lowly foreign bitch on a leash to parade in front of your American friends.”

Mark's eyebrows rose, but he smiled at the woman nonetheless.

Never a dull moment with Nima, that’s for sure.

He kneeled on the bed behind Okoye. The normally stoic warrior woman whimpered when his pale hand made contact with her ass.

"You pride yourself on being a warrior, don't you?" He said. "You were Chall's staunchest protector. Now look at you, spreading your fat ass for a foreigner; an evil colonizer no less. What happened to your sense of duty?"

"Serving you is my duty," Okoye said. There was a tinge of naked desperation in her voice as she spoke. She spread her buttcheeks wider. Her asshole twitched. "Following your orders and ensuring your safety is my purpose in life. I look back on those years of protecting and serving the False King and feel only shame. I’m ashamed of the years spent I’ve spent protecting Wakanda’s purity from the depredations of foreigners when its salvation was thousands of kilometers away. I should have known that you, Mark Williams, were my true King and Master. I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself worthy of licking the dirt from the bottom of your shoes. I know I am not worthy to even be in your presence, but I ask that you give me a chance. I beg you."

I doubt she’s begged for anything from anyone before.

The thought of corrupting someone so purely devoted to her life's mission was so decadent.

Mark lined up his cock with Okoye's pussy, dragging the head along her moist labia. He sighed. She was so warm and wet.

The bald, muscular black woman shivered at the contact. She glanced back at him, her brown eyes so full of submissive devotion that he could scarcely believe that this was the same woman who was a trained soldier and killer.

“Have you ever had sex, Okoye?” he asked.

“No, my King,” Okoye answered. She seemed simultaneously proud and regretful of that fact.

“So I’ll be the first and only cock you’ve experienced? That’s good, Okoye. Try to get yourself ready. This might hurt a little,” he said. He gave her rear a comforting pat before he pushed forward, shoving the head of his cock into her hot cunt. Her walls spread around his white member, quivering at the presence of the intruder.

Okoye gasped and moaned, but her eyes never left his. She was used to pain; had probably trained her life to ignore it, but she’d never been trained to ignore pleasure.

“Oh, she likes that,” Ororo whispered from his side. “Give it to her harder.”

Mark gave a few experimental thrusts with just the head before he pressed in further. Her pussy clenched around his cock, sending dizzying sensations of pleasure coursing throughout his body.

He fucked her with long, hard strokes once it became clear that she was used to him. Jean and Ororo knelt on the bed at his sides. They watched with open glee as his massive cock slipped in and out of Okoye’s tight, unused pussy, creating lewd squelching noises as it did so.

The other women stayed silent for the most part, wary of doing something to upset him lest he refuse to fuck them. They eyed him hungrily from their position on all fours.

Okoye began thrusting her rear backwards to meet his hips, creating loud smacking noises that echoed throughout the royal bedchambers. She moaned and whimpered like a submissive bitch in heat, uncaring even as she broke her oaths to T’Challa and Wakanda as a whole.

He felt himself nearing orgasm.

-Cum.-

“Great Bast, I think I’m having an orgasm!” she yelled as his cock nudged the entrance to her womb. He came with her, releasing torrents of white semen into her unprotected pussy.

“Ah…” Okoye moaned when he pulled his cock from her pussy. She panted with exhaustion, but stayed in her position on all fours. Her head was still oriented so she could observe him. It had to be uncomfortable maintaining that position, but she had, such was her discipline.

“Good girl,” he patted Okoye’s ass. “Stand up and grab your spear. I want you to stand guard near the door.”

“Yes, my King,” Okoye bowed to him and left the bed. Mark watched her ass jiggle as she picked up a large metal spear and moved towards the large double doors to the royal bedchamber.

“Oh, and don’t spill any of my cum on the floor. Keep it all in your cunt,” Mark said.

“As you wish, King Mark,” Okoye grinned and reached her free hand down between her legs to close her pussy shut.

Mark stroked his thick white member. It hadn’t fully deflated after he’d cum inside Okoye’s pussy and the sight of his women waiting for him to fuck them made it rise again to full mast.

I’ve had a lot of sex today. I should be wiped out, but I’m still ready to go. Where did all this energy come from?

He tabled the thought as he moved to position himself behind Nima. Her ass was soft and round and dark. He palmed it with his hands, enjoying the way his fingers sunk into her assflesh when he squeezed.

“Who do you belong to, Nima?” Mark said.

The dark-skinned girl glanced up at him.

“I belong to my King!” Nima said.

He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark on her left buttcheek.

“Who do you belong to?” Mark repeated.

“You!” Nima said. “I belong to you!”

He stroked his cock and lined it up with her dripping wet pussy.

“What are you, Nima?”

“I’m your ****,” Nima gave him a wet smile and bit her lip. “I’m your whore. I’m your mindless little Dora war-bitch who’ll do anything you want. And I mean anything…”

“Spread your pussy,” Mark said.

She obeyed.

Mark hummed happily as he observed the pink insides of Nima’s wet pussy. He moved forward so his cock touched her inner pinkness, ignoring the outside of her pussy entirely. Nima twitched.

“Incredible. Even your head is bigger than any Wakandan male’s,” Nima said. “Certainly much larger than Chall’s.” She giggled.

“What do you want me to do with that head, ****?” Mark asked. He squeezed her ass firmly.

“I only want what you want, Master,” she replied simply. She smiled at him and wiggled her round black ass.

Good answer.

He wasn’t gentle with Nima when he took her. The bed quaked as he speared in and out of her tight black pussy. He put a hand on her head, forcing her against the sheets as he fucked her.

“Who owns your pussy, bitch?”

She mumbled something into the bed that he couldn’t hear. He let up the pressure on the top of Nima’s head so she could respond.

“Y- ah! - you own my fucking pussy, Master! My King!” she wailed desperately. Her eyes were bleary with fresh tears, but they swam with naked devotion and adoration. He reached a hand to her face, probing her lips with his finger. She opened her mouth, engulfing his finger and sucking eagerly.

I think this one might be a keeper.

“Good ****,” Mark hilted his cock in her pussy, delighting in the feeling of her warm cunt walls clenching around him like they never wanted to let him go. He came heavily, painting Nima’s pussy walls white.

Nima slumped forward and rolled onto her back, panting heavily as warm semen spilled from her freshly-fucked pussy. Her big tits jiggled with her every breath.

“Take my cum from your pussy and smear it all over your tits,” he said.

Nima’s expression grew more focused as she obeyed, lathering her black tits with his thick white baby batter fresh from her used pussy.

“Now lick up my cum as you watch me fuck your sister-slaves,” he said.

She smiled at him and cupped her tits, bringing them to her mouth so her tongue danced across her own nipples.

Beautiful.

He brushed his cock against Nima’s thigh.

-Mark’s cum is the best thing you’ve ever tasted.-

Nima’s licking grew more feverish. She moaned desperately as she worked to slurp more and more of his jizz from her tits.

Mark only stopped watching the spectacle when a mound of pillowy assflesh collided with him.

“Uhhhh,” Nakia stirred and turned towards him to give him a coy look.

“Did you just hit me with your ass?” Mark asked.

Her deep brown eyes gazed at him with the affectionate worship that he’d come to associate with all of his women. She smiled at him.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” she pressed her ample posterior up against his waist.

The naked teasing in her tone made him smile. He reached around her chest to cup a large black tit with his hand. He squeezed, enjoying the way his fingers sunk into the softness of her flesh.

“They’ll be much bigger soon,” she promised, her voice suffused with pride. She moved one of her hands to settle on her belly. “I can just imagine my belly growing big and round with your child while my tits are engorged with breastmilk. I’ve never been happier in my life, my King. Thank you so much.”

“The thought of knocking up a hot piece of married ass like you is pretty appealing, not gonna lie,” Mark said.

“Good,” she grinded her soft ass against his hips. His hard cock sunk into her asscrack. She began moving back and forth, jerking his cock with her buttcheeks. “I wouldn’t be a proper Wakandan woman if I didn’t bear at least one of your children.”

-You want to have more than one of your king’s children. You’ll do anything Mark wants to make that happen.-

“I…” she swallowed thickly and licked her lips. “I really hope you give me more than one. Could you give me another after I birth your first?” she begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Mark teased.

-You were born to bear Mark Williams' children.-

“Anything you desire,” Nakia replied, her voice tinged with desperation. “I feel like having your children is my purpose in life. It’s why I was born. It's strange. I feel like I want you to breed me over and over again until my body wastes away.”

“And what about Chall?” Mark said. “Don’t you want to have some of your husband’s children?”

Nakia laughed cruelly and glanced to the side of the room where her former husband sat stroking his small member.

“As if that impotent whelp could sire any offspring with a cock barely half the size of your white pole. How that half-man has ruled the kingdom in your stead is an absolute mystery to me. But to answer your question, no. If it were up to me, all of the most beautiful and powerful women in the world would be your obedient wives. Your strong, virile seed could impregnate them all, ensuring not only the strengthening of Wakanda, but the species as a whole. It is an exciting time! My only regret is that you started with that little slut Shuri instead of me!”

“Hey!” a feminine voice chirped from the other side of Mark. He felt movement on the bed as T’Challa’s lithe sister sidled up against him.

What does that little whore think she’s doing? I didn’t say she could get up.

She kissed the back of his neck. “Don’t be jealous because King Mark decided I’d be a better mother to his white babies than you, Nakia!”

“Ridiculous. I’d be a much better mother than a woman who spends all her days in a lab or defending the country,” Nakia snarled. Her thick ass squished outward from where their hips met.

Is this a catfight? Damn, why is it so hot having these two gorgeous women fight over who gets to have me knock them up first?

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?” Shuri lowered herself, creating a trail of kisses down his back until she reached his ass. “Our king made the appropriate observation that as Wakanda’s lead scientist and one of two Black Panthers, I’d be his best bet for siring strong, intelligent offspring. All you’ve got is your big tits and fat ass.”

“And what an ass it is,” Mark muttered, delighting in the way Nakia’s bubble butt jiggled as he thrusted himself into her crack.

“Ah… hmm,” Nakia grinned. “He really seems to like my –oh!- my big black ass, though. Maybe that’s why his white cock is sliding in and out of my buttcheeks and not yours. He knows that women like me with wide hips and big breasts are best suited to breeding.”

“Tch!” Shuri lowered herself further until her face was on level with his ass. “A proper woman does whatever her man wants, even if he doesn’t know it at the time. I’m smart enough to know what our king wants. That’s why he’ll breed me more than you…” she trailed off. Mark felt something gently nudge his asscheeks open.

“What the-”

He felt something wet and warm touch his asshole and almost jumped from his position on the bed.

Is she…?

“Well, would you look at that,” Jean said from his side.

“And right in front of her own brother, no less. There really are no depths which Wakandan women won’t sink to,” Ororo added. Her lips quirked upward as she reached a hand down to play with her pussy.

Wow, this actually feels kinda good.

Mark bit his lip and resumed thrusting his cock between Nakia’s asscheeks, delighting in the sensation of Shuri’s tongue licking his asshole.

“T-that feels good, Shuri. Keep it up,” Mark said. T’Challa’s sister giggled against his asshole before kissing his anal ring. She sealed her lips over his asshole and flicked her tongue back and forth, teasing his sphincter.

He glanced over at the defeated form of T'Challa. The former king of Wakanda smiled perversely as he watched the most important women in his life tend to Mark.

"Oh shit, you really like seeing your sister eat my ass, huh?"

T'Challa nodded vigorously. "Yes, my King."

Shuri buried her tongue further into his asshole.

"What about that wife of yours? You looking forward to seeing her belly expand after I fuck a baby into her?"

The dark-skinned man nodded again. Fat beads of sweat slid down his skin as he tugged harder at his cock.

"I've never wanted anything more," the former king said. "Please, my King. Please breed my wife and take her as your own."

"Oh fuck," Mark muttered. "Well it appears we've got your husband's blessing, Nakia."

He grabbed his cock and found Nakia’s vaginal entrance. He shoved, hilting his cock within her tight, slick pussy in one go.

“Oh shit!” Nakia screamed in equal parts pain and pleasure. “You’re splitting me down the middle, my King! Oh! You're so much bigger than my husband!"

Shuri kept her mouth glued to his asshole as he began mercilessly railing Nakia’s pussy. Her tongue danced across his asshole, mimicking his every thrust into Nakia’s depths. A feeling of pure pleasure clouded his vision, along with a compulsion to take what his women were offering him.

“You’re mine, bitch. No one else's,” Mark growled. He smacked her ass and hilted his cock within her again, bruising her cervix with the sheer **** of his penetration. “Beg me to impregnate you in front of your husband while his sister tongues my asshole!”

“I'm yours, my King!” Nakia responded. She looked back at him cross-eyed as she mewled insensately. "Not Chall's, yours! I won't let him touch me with that pathetic little dick again! I'll make him watch as you pump me full of cum over and over again. Just give me your baby, please!"

"Oh! I'm gonna cum, Nakia," Mark said.

“Yes, breed me!” Nakia howled. “Ah! Breed me with your white cock while Chall watches! Make me forget all about him! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeassssssse! Breedmebreedmebreedmebreed…”

Nakia screamed when his semen spurted into her **** womb. Again and again, her pussy walls clenched around his cock, milking more of his cum into her willing depths.

He pulled his cock from her pussy.

Nakia collapsed on her back like a puppet with its strings cut. She stared blankly up at him, a stupid grin plastered on her face.

“Cum… so much cum,” she muttered.

Shuri dislodged herself from his asshole. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. Her smallish breasts pressed against his back as she traced her hands up and down his chest.

"Get back to eating my ass, Shuri," Mark said. "K'Voni, get over here and spread yourself for my cock."

The woman behind him hummed her affirmation and lowered herself once more. Mark grinned when he felt her tongue resume licking his asshole as K'Voni settled herself in front of him.

This was the life.