The Delegation

I stood with the wind blowing through my hair and my hand in Jean’s. It had been about three days since her and my other wives had had their orgy with the Wakandan men, and they’d recovered nicely.

“Ah! My King!” Shuri bowed to me, and I smiled. The young girl of eighteen had her hair tied back in a tight bun, and had small perky breasts and slender curves in her hips, though her ass was quite thicc.

“You said you had some new technology.” I smiled at her. She nodded.

“Yes! I call these pregnancy inhibitors.” Shuri said, holding up a chip. I frowned.

“Shuri, perhaps my husband needs a demonstration.” Jean smiled. I nodded.

“Yes.” I said simply. Shuri nodded and shakiky pulled aside her panties. Because of the work they’d did, I’d approved the request for the lab workers to be allowed underwear and a lab coat to be worn. I admired the teen’s clean-shaven pussy, and watched as Shuri placed the chip on her clit, and shuddered a little at the feel.

“So, minuscule nanites were just sent into my body, which will stop sperm from fertilizing any eggs for six hours.” Shuri explained. I nodded.

“Excellent work, Shuri.” Jean smiled.

“Rubi.” I said, and my personal guard stepped beside me.

“Yes, my king?” she bowed.

“Go give an announcement. All women are to have these nanites in them whenever having sex with more than one man.” I said. Jean looked a little confused.

“I don’t exactly want to have guessed family trees all over Wakanda. It just makes things easier.” I shrugged. Shuri handed me a syringe, and I took it.

“This is the antidote to the nanites. Inject into the woman’s arm and the nanites will be dead in three minutes.” Shuri beamed. Jean took my arm and we slowly walked back towards the city. I kept my hand on her lower back, on the curve of her big ass. She leaned her head on my shoulder.

“I love you.” Jean whispered.

“I love you, too.” I grinned.

———

“Oh! Hello, King Jay-Son!” the caramel skinned college teacher smiled at me as I entered her quarters. I admired her sensual curves and full breasts on display for my roving eyes. I walked forwards and pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. She squealed in surprise, but kissed me back enthusiastically.

“Oh, god.” she whimpered when I leaned back slightly.

“I don’t believe I ever got your name.” I smiled.

“It’s... ah, oh, Camilla.” the Latina teacher gasped in pleasure. I caressed Camilla’s cheek, and she purred deep in her throat.

———

I was sitting on my throne, with Lia, the voluptuous, huge-titted MILF Wakandan woman sprawled across my lap, her hand lightly stroking my rock hard cock, when several people walked into my throne room.

“Um, hello ladies.” I said uncertainly.

“Hi! You’re the current King of Wakanda, yes?” one of the girls, one with blond hair asked.

“Yes.” I said, confused. She smiled.

“Great! I’m Cassie Lang, and this is Kate Bishop and America Chavez. We are currently in hiding from a powerful evil, and we could really use some help.” the blond girl smiled.

I let my mind control powers wash over Kate and Cassie, but America seemed white resistant, and I grinned when she broke.

“I think you girls should join the Royal Harem. That’ll help disguise you.” I smirked. They all nodded, and I grinned.

A/N Please either leave a suggestion, or hell, write your own chapter. I’m going to be on vacation until Sunday, May 24th, so if you want to see any new things pop in, you’re going to have to write it yourself.