Royal Celebration [Climax]

Mark had just ejaculated all over a bunch of women. He'd done so on a stage and within a stadium filled with strangers with cameras broadcasting it to homes across Wakanda.

It was insane. Absurd! And everyone thought it was perfectly normal and appropriate. Thanks to his subliminal commands. He'd never have had the guts to do something like this otherwise.

He pumped his hand along his still-hard cock as he looked out across the sea of naked women, collectively coming down from the extremely powerful orgasms they'd all simultaneously had when he came. So many beautiful black tits of all shapes and sizes, he could see the dark petals of their open cunny-lips, and the bright pink of their pussies. All of them were wet and leaking now, quite a few had shook their hips and sprayed their juices as far as any man's ejaculation.

He knew for a fact that this had been the single best orgasm of their lives because he'd decreed it so. He'd needed Jean's psionic ability to boost his own newly discovered remote access to those he'd changed, but now all Markandans' pleasure was dictated by his rule. The strongest orgasms could only be experienced in his presence, the pleasure his people felt during sex with each other or masturbation at home would be vastly lesser. It was completely dickish and unnecessary, he was well aware. But he couldn't help but revel in the control he had and the fixation his people now had for him.

Not that he was planning on attending regularly, but it would certainly make these weekly Royal Ceremonies rather popular affairs....

Mark shook off his reverie and signaled to his wife.

Now was time for the really fun part. He stroked his cock, enjoying the tactile sensation though he didn't need it in the slightest. He had no problem with performing sexually to say the least but for this tremendous event, he'd sought and received his resident tech genius and pet's support. Thanks to Shuri's efforts, his penis and testicles were playing host to a veritable army of nanomachines so that he would be able to maintain an erection till the end of the universe and produce an incredible number of fertile ejaculations.

His eyes turned to the first five women being let onto the stage, a fully sealed guardsman leading them.

Ungzave's elbow nudged his side, "Now the real fun is going to start!"

Mkhiwe grinned and laughed with his neighbor, "Oh yea? I think you might be right, my friend."

He studied the action on the stage from afar, the king now fully nude took a seat upon the false-king's back as the royal pet formed an impromptu bench on all fours. His great big white cock swung heavily between his legs as the group of young Markandan women, nude, supple of body and quite exquisite in beauty knelt around him.

Mkhiwe's arousal had barely relented after that first incredible orgasm, his penis rebounding like it belonged to the King himself and he was beyond grateful that his liege had released his hands so that he could stroke it. It was the duty of every Markandan woman to submit to Mark Williams' long white cock and bear his progeny should he show interest. Getting to see it in person was a blessing and Mkhiwe couldn't help but be intensely aroused, knowing that his wife and daughters were down there. The chances of them getting to touch the king, let alone have sex with him were astronomically remote, yet the possibility was still intoxicatingly there.

One petite young woman knelt between his legs in the middle of the thick press of naked bodies, bobbing vigorously, almost furiously, on his cock. Another leaned against him, arms holding his shoulders as she kissed him, her breasts were enormous on her rather slight frame and they squashed out against the king's chest. The other girls were pressed in close to his groin and it was hard to see exactly what they were doing but Mkhiwe's racing imagination was more than up to the task, as he pumped his hand on his dick and rubbed his balls with the other.

Mkhiwe's dick was hot to the touch, and felt harder than it ever had before. He had never been this turned on before and he couldn't wait to see the king finally lay some pipe. He looked at the holo showing shifting images of the audience and was treated to a horny row of women as intent on masturbating as he was. One woman had jammed a hand in her crotch and the other in her mouth and was squeezing her legs together. Another woman further down the row was reaching in front with one hand and behind with the other.

The huge floating image changed to show King Mark still receiving a combined blowjob from four young women while he continued to hold the fifth, his free hand traveling down to the girl's snatch. The busty beauty gasped and jerked when his forefinger and middle finger rubbed against her pink slit. His middle finger shoved in up to the knuckle.

Mkiwhe grunted and came, sending another short spray of seed out over the heads of those in the row before him. He didn't know what exactly had set it off but he slumped back in his chair for a few moments, riding high on a post-orgasm euphoria.

Shashee wished for the hundredth time that chairs had been provided for the women on the floor of the arena.

She was all down for supplicating herself before the King. That was a given. Not only was he the beloved leader of her country, but he had his massive male genitalia. She was a bit of a pervert when it came to over-sized dicks and this white dong had hung to his mid-thigh soft, not not to mention those smooth grapefruits he somehow had as balls. When he'd first dropped his thong, she'd been one of those to squeal the loudest.

So sexy: her private parts were reacting strongly, telling her that this was her royal baby daddy. No small black dicks were blowing their loads inside this v-jayjay, thank you very much! Not until Mark got his due anyway.

Still, she wish she had a seat like all the fellas in the stands. Her knees were sore, only the intense orgasms she was working herself steadily through with the schlick-schlick-schlick of her fingers on her pussy were making it tolerable.

She gave a horny giggle at the heavy scent of excited cunt filling her nose. She was surrounded by women, all of them as naked and pent up as she, finger-banging their pussies and moaning and writhing, leaning back, practically on top of each other.

It sucked that Shashee was so far back. She could barely see the King on stage and the Royal Guardsmen who'd been let off their chains would never reach this far with those big black cocks, the first few rows of women were a heaving mass of sex-crazed black flesh, happily sucking and fucking the King's slaves as a way to vicariously 'love' the King. Still, Shashee appreciated the enormous holograms floating in the air above, at least when it wasn't showing her a perfectly superfluous view of her fellow women masturbating.

She watched her supreme stud of a King drilling a way at the lucky five who'd been selected to join him on stage with awe and intense jealousy. The women seemed to lose their fucking minds getting plowed by the king's huge cock, slobbering and gasping like elated animals with drool slipping down their lips, and she certainly couldn’t remember the last time she had screamed ‘yeeeeeeeees’ during an orgasm. 

Great Bast! Mark was so sexy! He was handsome, and powerful, and sexy, and everything else...

She so badly wanted his baby! It felt like she was put on this planet to bear his child and she couldn't imagine settling for any lesser man.

Mark grinned, sweat beading down his temples and still more sliding down his nude form as he drove his hips and buried his full length inside the cute black girl's dripping, gripping silk furnace of a pussy, a long bump appearing just below her small breasts.

He didn't even know her name, but he was fully intending to fuck her until he came inside her unprotected womb. For her this would be the greatest day of her life. He doubted he'd remember her at all as with Shuri's enhancements, he fully intended on impregnating at least a dozen women today. Around him were the rest of his first team of girls. Two were underneath his arms as they licked and sucked at his nipples. The fat-tittied honey was on her back beneath them taking Scott's role as fluffer, licking both the nameless mother of Mark's future child's clit and tending to his swinging nuts.

Minutes passed and he worked steadily towards his orgasm, using the girl's tight yielding pussy like a mere onahole as he gripped her tiny waist and pulled her back and forth upon his cock. He gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut.

He threw his head back and gasped deeply. The girl's black pussy was spread wide around his thick girth. Thanks to Jean he was in her head as she felt him swell within her before a blast of warm fluid filled her innards as he came with a short roar. Her eyes shut halfway as she panted, recovering from several orgasms, orgasms of the magnitude that no other had brought her to. Her body was pushed back and forth several times as more blasts of hot semen coated the insides of her womb.

The girl was pregnant, or would be soon without doubt. Each of his sperm had a Shuri-designed nanomachine component, ensuring they would locate and penetrate her egg with one hundred percent accuracy.

Mark grunted and expelled one last blast of royal seed before he extracted himself, the muscles of the girl's pussy spasming as she continues to orgasm, the effect a frantic attempt to hold on to him. His cock was still rock-hard and would remain so for at least twelve hours, not that he was planning on fucking for that long. Mark dropped his hands down to stroke the faces of the women who swiftly begin to worship his tool with their mouths. Little Ms. Busty with a cute head full of dark ringlets decided to put her lips around his tip, sucking and slurping noisily while the other two stuck their tongues out along the side of his cock to tickle the base.

He appreciated the lovely sensations, particularly the girl's black cheeks puffing outward due to his sheer girth, even as he looked around at all of the sexual activity taking place nearby.

His newest queen Mystique was enjoying an older Markandan woman who was more than a little bit plump and fleshy, her breasts huge and pendulous, her fat black ass enormous. Raven's long blue cock was thickly veined and looked perfect sliding between those luscious cheeks. The black matron groaned loudly as the mutant queen sunk deeper into her.

A step away from those copulating women was M'Baku, his new favorite Royal Guardsmen had a lithe Wakandan girl in his arms. She looked like a doll, she was so much smaller than the massive brute wearing nothing save his red cape and blank helmet. Still, they were an absolutely lewd sight, a full half of the man's thick black cock visible as the rest of it disappeared inside her, shoving aside her walls and stretching them to their limits, his big black testicles hanging loosely beneath her firm black buttocks.

He noted his other queens sitting upon lesser thrones, watching him with interest. Cyclops was standing nearby, his fierce visor gaze on all those surrounding Mark, ready to send a concussive ruby-red blast at the slightest hint of hostility. He wasn't the only bodyguard, the roof of the arena was playing host to about thirty snipers. Overkill, given the shield generators in his metal cuffs, but he appreciated the effort all the same. Mark met Scott's blank visor and watched the handsome man's face tighten with dismay. He didn't dare shake his head at his liege's decision and Mark grinned before running towards the edge of the stage. He leapt upwards, flinging his naked body over his dutifully fucking ****-soldiers. Thanks to Jean's psychic efforts, the women beyond were instantly ready to catch his nude body.