Royal Play: King Mark and the Mutant Gamer Gang Bang Jubilee

The glow of the monitors was the only light in the room, the bluish hue casting eerie shadows across the tired faces of the SHIELD agents. The air hung heavy, filled with the low hum of machinery and the quiet tap-tap of Lisa’s keyboard.

Jack leaned back in his chair, his face scrunched up in a mixture of disbelief, disgust, and something that looked suspiciously like morbid fascination.

"Did we just watch a scientific gangbang?" Jack finally muttered, rubbing a hand down his stubbly face, as though trying to wipe away the images of Beast methodically fucking his way through a team of Wakandan scientists while discussing vibranium resonance.

Lisa barely glanced up from her screen. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for just a fraction of a second before resuming their steady tapping, the rhythm soothing in the unnerving quiet of the room.

"A scientific reverse gangbang, technically," she corrected, her voice as calm as if she were talking about the weather.

Jack shot her a look, incredulous. "Right. Thanks for that, Lisa. Just what I need. Precision in my mutant porn lexicon."

Sarah didn’t join in. She was too busy staring at the screen, her arms crossed, trying to process what they had just witnessed. Beast’s calm, intellectual demeanor contrasted disturbingly with the primal, breeding-focused sex. It was disorienting, the way it blurred the lines between research and reproduction, professionalism and depravity. She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair, fighting the fatigue that threatened to make her thoughts slip.

"Next one’s starting," she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion. She tapped a key on the console in front of her, pulling up the next video feed. "Looks like it’s Mark, Sunspot, Spyke, and... Jubilee."

Jack groaned but straightened up, rolling his chair closer to the screen as the new video began to play. The stark shift from Beast’s high-tech lab to what looked like a luxury royal suite in the heart of Wakanda—no, Markanda—was jarring. And yet, the contrast only added to the surreal nature of what was unfolding.

The screen flickered as the latest broadcast started, this one with a slick production style. The music thumped with a playful, upbeat rhythm, immediately setting the tone as something far less "scientific" than what they had just witnessed.

But that didn’t mean it wasn’t just as absurd.

The first few seconds were flashy, fast-paced, and entirely focused on genitals. Jubilee came first. The camera zoomed in dramatically on her exposed pussy, labeled with a cheeky neon-pink "Jubilation!" as she flashed a peace sign next to it, her mutant fireworks crackling around her fingers in miniature bursts.

"Jesus Christ," Jack muttered under his breath, leaning back again, though his eyes stayed glued to the screen. "Intros now?"

Without looking up from her report, Lisa responded calmly, her fingers never pausing in their typing. "Yeah, there’s an entire line of these now. High-production value, like reality TV meets professional porn."

The screen cut to Spyke, his name splashed across the scene in jagged graffiti-like letters as the camera zoomed in on his groin. His cock—seven inches, dark brown with a pink head—was framed by the sudden eruption of bony spikes, giving the image an almost cartoonish absurdity. The spikes retracted as quickly as they appeared, leaving Spyke grinning at the camera, completely unbothered by the bizarre juxtaposition of danger and sexual display.

Jack rubbed his eyes, muttering under his breath. "Great, now even the mutant with bone spikes is a porn star."

Sarah barely heard him. Her eyes lingered on the screen, trailing over Spyke’s cock, the smooth contrast between his dark skin and the soft pink head. Her lips parted for a second, a barely noticeable flicker of her tongue tracing across them. She quickly wet her lips, blinking, her heart beating a little faster than it should.

She tried to ignore the low hum of arousal creeping up her spine. She told herself it was exhaustion, the long hours they’d been pulling, the relentless onslaught of these videos. But some part of her—the part she didn’t want to acknowledge—appreciated the sight. Spyke’s cock, though ordinary compared to the monstrous display of Mark Williams and Wolverine, was still… well, nice.

And then Sunspot appeared on screen, and Sarah swallowed involuntarily. His larger, eight-inch cock was next, shades lighter than Spyke’s, with a distinctive purplish glans that made it stand out even more. He activated his power, and the camera framed him as his cock transformed into a black-hole silhouette, glowing with the starry corona of golden energy.

It was almost artistic. Beautiful, in a strange, primal way. The way his body seemed to radiate power, his cock standing there like some cosmic icon, framed by that shimmering golden aura. Sarah felt her breath catch, her mind taking an unexpected turn. She quickly pushed it away, but the flush rising to her cheeks betrayed her internal struggle.

"Jesus, even their dicks have powers now," Jack quipped, his voice heavy with exhaustion and disbelief.

Their dicks always had powers... they're fucking mutants. Literally.

Sarah cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice level, calm. Professional. "It’s all part of the normalization," she said, her words a bit more measured than usual. "They keep making it look fun. Accessible."

She leaned back in her chair, hoping the others hadn’t noticed the slight edge to her voice. The way her pulse had quickened, the subtle warmth spreading in her belly. It was just the constant exposure to these videos, she told herself. The repetition. The propaganda was designed to mess with your head, make you… curious. It was psychological manipulation, after all.

Suddenly, the music shifted. The flashy intros gave way to a more casual, laid-back vibe. The camera zoomed out to show all four of them lounging on a plush couch in the royal suite, the decadent backdrop of the palace framing them like a strange parody of wealth and leisure.

Mark and the boys wore comfortable, loose clothes—hoodies, joggers, sneakers—slouched against the cushions as they played heated rounds of Street Fighter. The room felt more like a teenage hangout spot than a throne room, the luxury of the palace framing the scene in a strange parody of leisure and wealth.

But Jubilee? She stood out, lounging in the egg of black sand that was the Wakandan equivalent of a bean bag chair at their feet, dressed in a bright yellow body stocking that left nothing to the imagination. Holes were cut out for her breasts, belly, and pussy, emphasizing her pregnancy—proudly displayed as though it were some badge of honor. She popped her gum, her round belly occasionally bouncing as she shifted her weight, her expression one of casual amusement as she watched the duo currently button-mashing their controllers while her own rested on her baby bump. It was such a strange visual—the mundane mixed with the overtly sexual.

Sarah’s eyes lingered on Jubilee’s swollen belly. Wolverine’s baby, Sarah noted, the thought popping into her head before she could brush it away. The analyst in her automatically cataloged the detail, the way her mind pieced together facts and relationships, even in the most bizarre of circumstances.

Jubilee was part of Wolverine’s harem now. Sarah had read through the reports—knew the dynamics that had shifted in Markanda. Logan had always been a protector, a mentor to Jubilee, even when she was younger. Their bond had been something close, but innocent—until now. In Markanda, that relationship had evolved into something far more… intimate.

Sarah tried to stay detached, viewing it all as just another piece of the puzzle, another layer of Markanda’s sprawling, sexualized hierarchy. But the reality was hard to ignore. Wolverine had taken Jubilee as his “main squeeze,” for lack of a better term, though the dynamic still seemed lopsided—more like mentor and mentee, just in a deeply twisted, carnal sense now. Not equals.

Jubilee didn’t seem to mind, though. She practically thrived in her role. That much was clear from the footage coming out of Markanda. Sarah had seen the videos—more than she cared to admit—and each time, Jubilee had that same carefree smile, that same playful energy, as if this new life wasn’t a degradation but a fulfillment of something she’d been craving. The pregnancy seemed to add to it, a visible sign of her belonging in this strange new world.

That’s… kind of hot, Sarah thought for a fleeting moment, before quickly catching herself, feeling the familiar twinge of discomfort of some truly intrusive thoughts creeping into her mind. It was always there, that underlying hum in her thoughts, making things feel... less shocking. Maybe even normal. Maybe even desirable.

"So… what the hell is this?" Jack gestured to the screen, frustration leaking into his voice. "They’re just playing video games now? We went from scientific orgy to this?"

"Wait for it," Lisa replied, still typing. "They always tease the ‘normalcy’ before things get weird. It’s the contrast. They want to make you feel like you’re watching something relatable before they pull the rug out."

Sure enough, the video flickered again, cutting to a rapid, flashing montage of the more explicit scenes that would follow.

First Image: Jubilee was positioned upside down against the couch, her small, athletic frame bent completely in half with her legs sticking out past her head, her bare feet flailing. Sunspot and Spyke, both fully naked, squatted awkwardly above her, their muscular, youthful bodies pressed tightly together in a strange but necessary partnership. Their asses were in full contact with each other, a precarious balance as they thrust their combined cocks into her slick, swollen pussy.

One of Sunspot’s hands clutched her raised thigh for leverage, while the other gripped the couch cushions beside them. Spyke mirrored him, their movements synchronized as they thrust downward into Jubilee, both men’s faces twisted in concentration and arousal.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the action, focusing on the gooey, well-used pinkness of Jubilee’s pussy. Despite the awkwardness of the position, her body easily took their combined girths, their cocks slipping in and out of her slick folds in perfect rhythm. Her eyes, barely visible beneath her upside-down form, gleamed with pleasure as she let out a muffled moan, her lips parting as her head bent at an awkward angle on the floor.

Second Image: The scene shifted to another position, this time with Jubilee atop King Mark on the couch, her round, tight ass raised high as she rode his enormous cock. Mark was reclined against the cushions, his powerful hips pistoning upward as he thrust rapidly into her. His massive, pendulous balls flailed wildly with each movement, the speed of his thrusts almost inhuman as he drove his cock deep inside her, filling her completely.

Behind the couch, Spyke stood close, his cock hard and pulsing as Jubilee’s small hand reached up to stroke him in time with Mark’s thrusts. Her fist moved rapidly, keeping pace with the King’s relentless rhythm, her grip tight around Spyke’s shaft as she pumped him in sync with Mark’s movements.

Off to the side, in the corner of the scene, Sunspot stood partially obscured, his dark skin gleaming with sweat. Only his cock and hand were visible, his fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft as he fisted himself while watching the action unfold. The look on his face was one of pure arousal as he stroked his dick in time with the sounds of Jubilee’s moans and the heavy swinging slaps of Mark’s balls against her ass.

Third Image: The next cut was an **** close-up of three youthful, lithe torsos—one white and muscular, two dark and lean, each belonging to the trio of mutants engaged in the scene. Jubilee’s fresh, South Californian Asian face was nestled between them, her lips parted wide as she struggled to take in the massive glans of Mark Williams’ cock. Perched on her forehead were her signature hot pink shutter-shade sunglasses, adding a playful, almost absurd contrast to the scene’s otherwise intense nature.

The camera lingered on the sight of her mouth stretched around the enormous head of Mark’s cock, the thick meaty bar extending from his groin like an overstuffed sub sandwich, pushing against her lips and cheeks as she sucked him eagerly.

On either side of her face, the comparatively slender, dark-skinned cocks of Sunspot and Spyke pointed toward her. She gripped each one tightly in her small hands, stroking them in tandem while keeping her focus on the overwhelming task of worshipping the massive length in front of her. The camera zoomed in on the trio of cocks—one massive and pale, two smaller but equally stiff and glistening—her fists moving expertly up and down as she worked them all, her breath hot and heavy as she moaned around Mark’s enormous shaft.