The New King

I sat up in my incredibly comfy new bed, which was huge, and slid out of it, smiling broadly. Rubi came forwards from her post guarding my bed, and I smiled at her. She smiled back as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She kissed back lightly, obviously submissive. I watched the sun rise over the glistening city of Wakanda, while having my arm around Rubi’s waist. I glanced back at my bed, where Jean, Lorna, and Raven were sprawled out. My blue-skinned beauty wore only lacy, mostly see-through black lingerie. My busty redheaded girlfriend was wearing one of my shirts and a white cotton pair of panties. My gorgeous blond sister was sprawled out in a tank top and booty shorts.

“Your concubines are very impressive, my king.” Rubi said in her sultry Wakandan accent.

“Yes, they are.” I agreed. The door to my bedchamber opened, and Rubi turned sharply, but it was just Nakia. Rubi stepped back to her post as Nakia came forwards to brief me.

“Your harem is settled in fully, and each of their rooms has been assigned a Dora, and they’re bunked three to a room, like you requested.” Nakia said, nodding her head. I smiled at Nakia.

“Excellent work. How are preparations for tonight’s royal address?” I asked. Nakia checked something on her Kimoyo beads.

“The logistics are being handled effectively. It will take place in the city’s plaza, if that’s alright, my liege?” Nakia checked.

“Yes, it is.” I nodded. I admired the two dark-skinned Dora present in my bedchamber.

“Nakia, see to it that all the Dora Milaje are outfitted with more revealing clothing to wear for tonight’s festivities, please.” I said to the woman, and she nodded, and left the room. I crawled back into my bed and pulled Lorna close to me, feeling my sister’s curvaceous body against my own body felt really good.

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The rest of the day moved forwards nicely. The attractive Dora Milaje floated in and out, my guards switching. I only saw Rubi twice, and Nakia three times, though the third was to confirm the new design for the Dora Milaje’s walking around armor. It was a sharp V of red fabric that barely covered their breasts, and left most of their stomach and torso exposed, as well as a short metal skirt that showed off their great legs. I approved of this design, and at 7:50, I was seated backstage, with Jean perched on my lap, and I admired her body in the formalwear she’d been given to wear.

It had a VERY deep neckline showing off lots of her gorgeous, pale tits. The dress flowed down to her knees, but had a wide slit up her right leg, and I was rubbing the bare thigh when Rubi walked in. Her shoulder length dark hair was pulled up and studded with jewels, much like Jean’s was, though Rubi’s gems were less expensive and smaller. Rubi wore a similar dress to Jean’s, only it was in the Dora Milaje red instead of Jean’s green.

Jean looked beautiful, with dark kohl eyeliner around her sparkling green eyes, bright red lipstick, and a bit of glitter on her cheeks. She looked like a goddess, honestly. Lorna walked in wearing a dress identical to Jean’s, though she had diamonds in her hair instead of emeralds like Jean. Lorna had the same kind of make-up applied, and she looked a bit confused.

“Jason, why is it that Jean and I are the only members of your harem dressed this fancy?” Lorna asked me curiously.

“Well, sister, I’m making you two my official queens.” I grinned. Jean looked stunned.

“You’re making me your queen? Why?” Jean asked.

“Because I love you. I love you both, so much, so the two of you will be my queens of Wakanda.” I said, and Jean leaned down from my lap and kissed me.

“Ahem, my king, but you must give your address.” Rubi cut in, looking nervous.

“Right!” I recalled.

“Why is Rubi dressed so fancy?” Lorna asked.

“She’s being recognized as Captain of the Dora Milaje, and my official guardswoman.” I answered my sister as the four of us walked on to the big stage.

The audience was gathered before us, a sea of Wakandans awaiting the words of their king.

“Hello! As you may know, I am the new king of Wakanda, Jason. These are my queens. The red headed woman beside me here is Jean Grey. The blond is my sister, Lorna Dane. Show them some recognition!” I invited the audience, and they cheered and applauded their new queens. I kissed each of my queens firmly on the mouth, and there was some gasps when I kissed Lorna. I guess they hadn’t realized she was my queen because I was in love with her, not because she was my sister.

“So. I would like to begin this new era of kingship with this. Wakanda’s rules on **** and sex no longer exist. If a brother wants to fuck his sister, so be it. If a mother wants to finger her daughter, that’s fine, too. If you want to fuck in public, that’s cool. When it comes to sex, there are only two rules. The first is that nobody may touch the royal concubines or my queens without express permission. Otherwise, have fun with it. The second is nobody under the age of eighteen may participate in any sexual activity, and please try to keep sex to a minimum when there are minors present, please.” I stated.

There were LOTS of cheers following that announcement. I laughed at that, and made another announcement.

“Now, then! Would all adult women below the age of, say, 32, assemble in front of the stage. Whatever your marital status, just come forwards.” I said, and waited patiently while those women assembled. There were a LOT. I started a line of women flowing onto the stage, where they were appraised by me, and either sent back to the crowd, or asked to step aside for another, more harsh examination off-stage. Once I’d thinned the numbers to about two dozen of Wakanda’s finest young women, I asked the Dora to escort them off stage.

“Alright. So, first, let me introduce you to the new Captain of the Dora Milaje, Rubi.” I said, and she smiled brightly at the crowd.

“While I attend to the women led offstage, your queens will address any problems that you believe there to be in the laws of Wakanda. Please just raise your hands, and your queens will get to you.” I finished, and Jean and Lorna took the stage while I followed Rubi to the group of twenty four women standing at attention behind stage. I took a quick, brief examination and sent away four girls.

“Now, please show some identification proving your age for the Dora to check.” I said. Five girls were only seventeen, and they were sent away. Now there was only fifteen women looking at me.

“Ladies of Wakanda, please strip down to only your underwear and bra, please.” I nodded at them, and they complied. My cock stiffened with all that sensual skin on display, and I approached the first girl in line. She was one of my favorites, with big blue eyes, and lovely heart-shaped lips, as well as quite large tits, rivaling Nakia’s, I believe. Her body wasn’t a perfect hourglass, but it had beautiful curves and a delicious bubble butt.

“Name, please.” I said throatily.

“Amaya, my king.” the girl said quickly. I ran my hands across her bare stomach, kissed her bare shoulder, and her pulse in her neck, and she shivered. I kissed Amaya lightly on the mouth, and smiled.

“How old are you, Amaya?” I asked curiously.

“Nineteen, my king.” Amaya said immediately.

“I believe you are safe in this round.” I smiled. Amaya looked overjoyed, and I moved down the row, exploring every woman’s body as I saw fit, until I was down to five girls. Amaya, obviously, as well as four others I’d quite liked. One was a thirty year old mother of a eight year old boy. This mother, Lia, had a pretty face and huge tits, which I was definitely a sucker for, as you could tell by my harem. The next two girls were twin twenty-year olds, Zari and Mari, both of whom were blessed with utterly perfect hourglass bodies, and quite lovely tits that weren’t too large, but they were perky as HELL. The only problem with the twins were their lack of asses. The fifth and final choice was a twenty-four year old newlywed named Cora. Cora was a very voluptuous woman with thick curves and a huge ass, and naturally plump lips that were extremely kissable.

So, I considered, as I had to narrow it down to three, per Jean’s request, between Amaya, Lia, Zari, Mari, and Cora. They all looked quite nervous. I sighed.

“Mari and... Cora, please put your clothes back on and exit the stage.” I decided with a weight of finality. Zari and Mari hugged, and Brea looked a bit relieved to not have to leave her husband as the two girls hurried out. I turned to Amaya, the vision of beauty, Lia, the busty MILF, and Zari, the perfectly curved hourglass.

“Congratulations. You girls are joining my royal harem.” I smiled broadly, and I kissed all three deeply. Zari got pretty into the kiss, and I grinned at her. I asked the three girls to reclothe, but stay put, and headed back out to the stage, where Jean and Lorna were sitting on the edge, taking questions and concerns. As I walked out, Rubi silently handed me a notebook of all the changes Jean and Lorna had authorized.

Lots of sexual related stuff, a few counts of justice system stuff, but mostly all very minor changes, except for one big-ass request that the King start putting bans on foreign involvement, which I figured Jean agreed to because it limited the exposure my mind controlled nation would receive.

“The three new additions to my harem have been chosen. Would the families of Amaya, Lia, and Zari please linger in the stands? The rest of you may leave.” I said in conclusion, and the huge crowd filed out. I saw three patches of people sitting still. I nodded towards my queens and they flanked me while Rubi and Nakia walked behind us, and a third Dora I wasn’t familiar with led Amaya, Lia, and Zari towards their families. Jean, Lorna, and I approached the first family we arrived at. The man there, a burly man with short cropped hair, couldn’t keep his eyes off my queens’ huge melons, and I grinned at him. A fellow tit man, presuming this was Lia’s husband.

“My King, your queens are very sexy.” he chuckled.

“Yes, they are. Perhaps one of them would like to give you a kiss for your service, in donating your wife to my harem?” I raised an eyebrow. The man looked stunned. Lorna and Jean both gave the man sensual smiles.

“Why don’t you choose which queen you wish to get a kiss from?” I suggested. He nodded, and looked between them.

“Queen Jean, may I have a kiss?” he asked nervously.

“Of course! What is your name?” Jean asked him playfully as she stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Tyron.” he said shakily, as Jean leaned in and kissed the man softly, and he squeezed her big bubble butt as he kissed her back. She stepped back after a minute, a bit flushed.

“Thank you for your service, Tyron. We’ll leave you to say goodbye to your wife. You will never see her again, though her child will be permitted to visit.” I nodded at Tyron, and the Dora I didn’t recognize stayed behind with Lia as the rest of us moved to the next family, which must be Amaya’s, as Mari wasn’t sitting with them.

A stocky man with a thick beard sat beside a very attractive woman in her late thirties.

“Hello.” the woman said politely, while the man looked unhappy.

“Hello, ma’am. We have come to grant you a small token of our gratitude for permitting your daughter, Amaya, to join my harem.” I said. Amaya’s parents nodded slowly.

“What are your names?” Lorna asked.

“I am Amman, and this is Jisa.” Amaya’s father bowed.

“Pleasure. Perhaps, Amman, you would like a kiss from one of my queens before you must say goodbye to your daughter?” I offered.

“I wouldn’t mind it if Queen Lorna were to kiss me.” he admitted. Amman stood up when Lorna stepped closer to him, and he held my sister’s curvy body firmly as she kissed him with a bit more intensity than Jean’s kiss with Tyron. Jisa looked up at me curiously.

“Perhaps my king could offer me a kiss?” she asked hopefully. Smiling, I tipped her chin up and kissed her softly on her lips, but drew back after a moment. Jisa looked stunned, and Amman was just letting go of Lorna, who was panting hard.

“You ok?” I asked Lorna as we advanced while Nakia stayed with Amaya for her final goodbye.

“Yes. Amman just made it hard to breathe. His mouth was quite... encompassing.” Lorna remarked. Jean giggled. We reached Zari’s family, which was comprised of Mari and a slightly older boy.

“Do you not have parents?” I asked curiously.

“We do, but they are elderly and sick in bed. They will not be happy to learn they lost seeing their daughter forever.” the boy answered.

“Perhaps Rubi could escort Zari to your house for a final goodbye of sorts?” I offered. Both of their eyes lit up.

“That would be wonderful, my king.” the boy said.

“Excellent. Now, before you go, perhaps you’d like a kiss from one of my queens?” I offered him. He shook his head.

“I’m an honest man who’s marrying a woman next week.” he apologized.

“I wouldn’t mind a kiss from you, my liege.” Mari suggested. I gave her a quite lusty one, as I was taking her twin sister away from her. After the kiss broke, Rubi escorted them siblings to their home. I turned to my queens.

“All good?” I checked. They both smiled.

“Yup.” Jean said, and I gave each girl a quick kiss.