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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 8: Royal Recourse
Wakanda – Throne Room
‘Remind me again how you convinced to do this, Jean?’
‘Did I tell you about the part that involves dinner, drinks, and hot sex with an actual king? One you just happen to have a personal history with?’
‘Yes, you did. Multiple times, even.’
‘Are you going to pretend that didn’t convince you?’
‘Not at all. I just can’t decide who owes who a favor after this.’
Jean Grey-Summers hid her laughter behind a coy grin as she stood next to her close friend and former teammate, Ororo Munroe. It had been a while since they’d met up and coordinated on something other than a casual lunch. While she and Scott were building the foundations for X-Corp, Ororo was busy leading the X-Men. They each had new responsibilities, missions, and challenges. It seemed like those duties would keep their paths separate.
That changed once Wakanda entered the picture. It started as an outlandish idea, X-Corp getting support from the notoriously isolationist country. After she and Scott helped the Avengers save Carol Danvers, it became a real possibility. It still took several calls and some heavy coaxing from the likes of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, but they did it. She got a private audience with the King of Wakanda himself, T’Challa.
However, Jean knew getting an audience with the king wasn’t enough.
To win his support, she needed to make it personal. That was where Ororo came in. On top of having a personal history with T’Challa that went back to their youth, she knew how to get her hands on authentic Wakandan lingerie. She’d been told it had once been the attire of royal concubines. All that mattered to Jean was that it looked as good on her as it did on Ororo. T’Challa definitely noticed.
“I must say, when Captain America encouraged me to convene this meeting, I did not expect the negotiations would play out like this,” said the King, trying to maintain his regal demeanor from his throne. “Although Tony Stark might have make a crude remark – or several – I thought he was joking.”
“I understand your attitude, your highness,” said Jean. “Tony’s remarks are notoriously hard to take seriously…especially the crude ones. That’s why I wanted to do them justice.”
“That, and you wanted an excuse to wear Wakandan lingerie,” Ororo pointed out.
“I consider that a bonus,” she said, showing off how the attire highlighted her hips and breasts, “one I may or may not have insisted upon.”
“You’ll have to forgive my friend’s demeanor, your highness,” said Ororo with a teasing gaze. “She is a fiery American woman who has recently embraced a more colorful perspective on certain things.”
“No apologies are necessary, Ororo. Wakanda appreciates those with vibrant spirits, especially the kind that disinhibit beautiful women. And please, call me T’Challa. You have more than earned that right.”
Ororo cast her old flame a friendly smile. Jean sensed plenty of old passions between them. Ororo once told her about her encounter with a T’Challa back when they were teenagers in Africa. Back then, he wasn’t Black Panther, ruler of Wakanda, one of the most advanced countries in the world. He was just another young man, coming of age at the same time as her.
They’d been lovers. They were almost more than that. Then, fate took them down different paths. He returned to his homeland while she joined the X-Men. She claimed that she’d grown out of those feelings she had for him. Jean believed her, but she suspected Ororo still missed those passionate nights they’d shared. Now, they had a chance to recapture that feeling and she had a chance to share in the passion.
“Then, let us dispense with the formalities, as we so often did in our youth,” Ororo said, taking on a more official tone. “You accepted our presence within your sacred lands. You gave us residence in the royal palace. You granted us the privilege of dining with the Elders while discussing X-Corp’s proposal.”
“The fact you could dine with the Elders and negotiate without losing your appetite says even more about your spirit,” added T’Challa.
“Not to mention our sincerity, given how fond we became of Wakandan rum,” Jean added.
“They still need to sign off on the deal,” Ororo continued, “and it’s a deal with great benefits. Unlike the many others Wakanda has received from outsiders, it neither demands nor encourages the crown to undermine the sovereignty of this sacred land. It doesn’t even ask for a sliver of precious Vibranium. It only asks for your support of X-Corp as a voice for global mutant welfare. Doing so even grants more direct access for Wakanda’s own mutant population.”
“But that is only the official part of the deal, of which I am certain I can convince the Elders,” T’Challa said. “It’s the unofficial parts that will likely give them reservations.”
Jean knew about those parts well, more so than Ororo. It was also part of why she insisted on offering T’Challa more intimate negotiations in the secure privacy of his throne room, which didn’t take much convincing once Ororo got on board. Tactics aside, there was a reason for it and it didn’t just involve supporting X-Corp.
“Those reservations are not without merit,” said Jean, taking on a more serious demeanor. “Initially, we had no intention of including those extras to the deal.”
“You’re requesting covert technical expertise from Wakandan science. There’s nothing little about that,” T’Challa pointed out.
“I agree, but we wouldn’t request it if we didn’t feel it necessary, your highness. While X-Corp has connections with the expertise of Reed Richards and members of the Avengers, we understand that their availability is limited. After what happened to Carol Danvers and Rogue, my husband and I feel there may be threats beyond the scope of the X-Men, X-Corp, and even the Avengers. We believe Wakandan expertise can get the job done better and more covertly than most.”
“I do not doubt that it can, but I heard about what happened to Carol,” T’Challa continued. “Vision even forwarded me a data file from the incident. The anecdotes from her experience are distressing, particularly the ones involving some unnamed threat that subdued both her and her attacker.”
“Those have disturbed us as well,” said Ororo, “and we’re just as much at a loss.”
“And traditionally, Wakanda has favored non-involvement in such affairs. Anything that might become an unruly entanglement with outsiders runs contrary to our interests and policies.”
He sounded so official and powerful, as was to be expected of a king. However, as his gaze narrowed on her and Ororo, the man behind the crown never became too distant. On top of that, their use of Wakanadan lingerie helped balance his perspective.
Even when she sensed T’Challa leaning more towards traditional Wakandan dogma, she leaned forward somewhat, showing off her cleavage and her legs. Ororo wasn’t quite as overt, but she hadn’t been overly modest about how much she missed this kind of lingerie. It might not have been the extra judge the king needed, but it helped secure the perspective they needed.
“But those are the same traditions that held Wakanda back when it should have stepped up,” T’Challa continued. “The death of my father proved that. My allegiance with the Avengers proved it even more. Even the most stubborn Elders cannot deny that anymore.”
“Some will still try,” Ororo responded.
“And I intend to remind them how wrong and misguided they’ve been lately,” he quipped. “They may still resist. They may even resent me. But they understand that Wakanda’s perspective is changing, as has mine.”
“Which is something I can certainly appreciate,” said Jean with a half-grin.
“Mutants are part of an even larger change,” he went on, “one that has already affected Wakanda. That is why I intend to persuade them of every aspect of this deal…provided we complete the negotiations.”
“I thought they were complete,” said Ororo.
“On paper, they are,” said Jean, “but certain negotiations just can’t come through a pen or computer. They have to take place in places like this…at night…in private chamber with a dashing young king and two beautiful women dressed as concubines.”
Jean’s voice quickly took on a sultry undertone. Had her friend not known the seamier details of her and Scott’s negotiating tactics for X-Corp, she might have blushed. Instead, she just smiled and shook her head before narrowing her gaze on T’Challa.
“This is usually the point where I would ask the Dora Milaje to leave in the interest of privacy,” said Ororo, “but something tells me you’ll want witnesses for this.”
“Plus, I kind of want them to watch,” Jean whispered to her friend coyly.
T’Challa laughed as he turned towards the two Dora Milaje guards standing behind his thrown. As Wakanda’s elite guard of warrior women, they were tasked with protecting Wakanda at the highest level. They were usually silent and stoic, but even they could not hide their reactions when certain dealings unfolded under their watch.
“I will leave the decision up to them,” he said.
“You know we are honor bound to watch over you, my king,” said one of the Dora Milaje.
“And I also would like to watch,” said the other, her eyes narrowing on Jean. “Something in that American’s eyes tells me this will be a sight to behold.”
“You don’t know how right you are,” said Jean, “and if we’re really done with the less intimate negotiations, allow me to make it official!”
What she did next would’ve brought a smile to peasant and king alike. With an eagerness befitting of the spirit T’Challa had mentioned, Jean turned towards Ororo, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her into a deep kiss. Her actions initially surprised Ororo, but not by much. She knew better than most how open she and Scott had become since their encounter with the Phoenix Force. She was more prepared than most to take on the brunt of her sensual energy.
‘Let’s do this, my friend,’ she told Ororo via telepathy. ‘Let’s put on a sexy show fit for a king!’
‘Jean, I’d ask what’s gotten into you, but I already know the answer. So I won’t bother.’ Ororo responded.
‘That, and you’re too horny to care.’
‘That too. Now, let me show you how we heat things up in Africa.’
The surprise had already worn off. Ororo was already embracing the mood Jean has established and worked to make it hotter.
Under the watchful eye of the Wakandan King, she and her friend made out like a couple of performers putting on a sex show. Ororo demonstrated uncanny comfort in kissing another woman. She didn’t mind kissing that was hard and messy. That included plenty of tongue and focused erotic energy. It showed a side of Ororo that Jean had not seen. Given that she once when she saw Ororo skinny dipping in at the Xavier Institute’s pool, it almost seemed fitting.
While the kissed, Ororo began stripping off Jean’s lingerie. She was slow, yet direct, starting at the top to reveal her breasts. Following her example, Jean did the same, removing the top part of Ororo’s lingerie to leave them both naked from the waist up. They still made it a point to tease the king, mashing their breasts together so that he couldn’t get a full look.
“Such engaging negotiations, indeed,” said T’Challa with a wide grin.
Encouraged by the king’s approving eye, Jean and Ororo stepped up the intensity of their kissing and touching. They took turns fondling each other’s breasts, moaning and groping one another with increasing urgency. Ororo was downright aggressive with the way she fondled her breasts and pawed her upper body, sounding like an animal in heat. Since they were in the heart of an African jungle, it felt quite appropriate.
While Jean tried to match her friend’s energy, Ororo went to work removing the bottom part of Jean’s lingerie. That involved untying a special knot at the top, which caused the rest of the lingerie, as well as the thong-like underwear, to fall to the floor. It rendered her completely naked in short order, much to the approval of T’Challa.
Jean showed some sensual creativity of her own. While fondling Ororo’s breasts and nibbling on her ear lobe, she used her telekinesis to undo her lingerie as well. As soon as she was as naked as her, Jean grew bolder with her touching, slipping a hand between her legs and fondling her pussy.
“I knew it would be hot in Africa this time of year, but I didn’t think you’d be even hotter, Storm,” Jean said to her.
“It is the rainy season, last I checked. Things tend to get hot and wet…some parts more than others,” said the African woman.
“Yeah, I’m starting to feel that too!”
“Trust me. You’ve yet to feel the full force of the season!”
Ororo once again unleashed her primal side, kissing Jean harder and drawing her into a more heated embrace. In doing so, she hitched one of Jean’s legs up around her waist and let her pussy grind against her thigh. The direct skin-on-skin contact got her blood flowing faster, especially around her lower body.
At the same time, Jean felt a sudden humidity surround her and Ororo’s naked bodies. It was as though the temperature around them had just increased by seven degrees. Just as Jean had demonstrated how she used her powers in a sensual way, Ororo showed she could do the same. The added humidity caused a light layer of sweat to form on their skin, causing them to glow within the ambient lighting of the throne room.
Such a display was not lost on T’Challa. Jean already noticed him shifting in that throne of his. The pants of his royal garb looked too tight for negotiations like this. At this point, just watching such an erotic display was not enough for a king.
“I think you two beautiful ladies have made your point,” he told them. “Now, the king is ready to make his decree.”
“And what might that entail, your highness?” asked a curious, but eager Jean Grey-Summers.
“Approach the throne and see for yourself,” the Wakandan king replied.
That was the cue she and Ororo had been waiting for. Ororo warned her before their visit that Wakandan customs were stricter than most. Nobody could just approach the king and start discussing deals. They had to be invited directly. If they weren’t, then the Dora Milaje were honor bound to attack. If their reaction to their sexy display were any indication, that didn’t appear to be a concern.
She and Ororo exchanged mischievous grins. Then, still fully nude and very aroused by all the foreplay, they approached the throne together. The Dora Milaje who had been guarding elevated platform with vibranium-tipped spears led them through. They still kept a close eye on them, but Jean sensed it had nothing to do with preparing an attack.
“The king welcomes such willing and eager concubines,” one of the Dora Milaje.
“Funny, they did not identify themselves as concubines,” noted the other, “although they certainly dressed as such.”
“And we hope to be treated as such,” added Jean.
As Ororo and Jean arrived at the elaborately decorated throne, T’Challa stood up to greet them. He eagerly accepted them into his royal embrace, exchanging a brief kiss with Ororo before sharing one with Jean. His lips tasted every bit as regal as Ororo had described.
“I’m told that it’s customary to offer the king a tribute proportional to the grace he has offered,” said Jean. “Given how welcoming you’ve been for us, I gladly offer myself to you as a concubine for the night.”
“And I offer myself as well in the spirit of helping my friend, as well as a former lover,” added Ororo.
“That might be the greatest tribute I’ve ever received,” said T’Challa, “and for the King of Wakanda, that is no easy feat.”
“Then by all means, your highness,” Jean said to him seductively, “don’t be easy on us.”
Her sensual tone earned Jean another hungry kiss from the powerful monarch. He also began exploring their naked bodies with his hands, feeling up their butts, hips, and breasts.
While they became more intimately acquainted, Ororo began removing her former lover’s royal garb. His shirt came off with relative ease. It was light, well-pressed, and airy. It was part of the formal garb he wore while conducting royal business. His pants proved more of a challenge. They were tighter and not just because of the large bulge protruding from his pelvis. Jean helped with that, once again using her telekinesis to remove it along with his underwear.
It gave Jean her first look at the king’s penis. Ororo once said that good kings didn’t need to brag about the size or function of their genitals. Based on what she saw with T’Challa, he was a damn good king.
“Talk about a royal endowment,” Jean commented.
“Trust me, my friend. It feels more regal than it looks,” Ororo said.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she replied, “assuming, of course, the king here wishes it.”
Jean doubted he needed much temptation. That didn’t stop her from, reaching down and grasping his semi-erect manhood at the base. Ororo did the same. She even whispered something into his ear. It must have been something incredibly naughty because the king’s eyes lit up like a prince on his birthday.
“Yes! I most certainly wish it,” T’Challa proclaimed.
“Then please, your highness. Have a seat on your throne and let us make you feel like royalty,” said Jean.
The powerful monarch didn’t object. Having set aside his attire for the servants to gather, he sat back down on his opulent throne like a true king. From there, Jean and Ororo fully embraced their roles as royal concubines for the evening.
They each dropped to their knees and crawled up to the base of the throne, eyeing that royal dick of his every step of the way. Ororo approached it like an animal in heat, seeking the erotic attention of an alpha male in the wild. Jean tried to match that animalistic spirit, crawling like a tigress, making sensual growling noises as she met her friend at their destination.
From there, another erotic collaboration began.
‘Let’s suck it together,’ said Jean. ‘You go high. I’ll go low. We’ll alternate along the way.’
‘You sound rather excited about such a lurid plan,’ Ororo replied. ‘Is Scott rubbing off on you?’
‘That and I might have heard what you whispered to him.’
The two women shared a playful laugh before commencing the first phase of their royal treatment.
Sticking to Jean’s plan, she went in first, attacking the tip of T’Challa’s dick with her lips and tongue. Ororo followed soon after, licking around the base with her tongue and squeezing the shaft with her hand. Through further coordination, she focused on one side while her friend focused on the other. The size of T’Challa’s penis required it.
Jean had heard plenty of jokes – many from Logan and Bobby – about how powerful monarchs compensated for the size of their dicks. It was safe to say that T’Challa did not need to compensate for anything.
Through their shared efforts, she and Ororo soon had the Wakandan king moaning in approval. Now sitting back comfortably on his throne, he placed his hand on their heads, running his fingers through their hair as they sucked him off.
“By the Panther Goddess,” T’Challa gasped. “You ladies are marvelous!”
“Mmm…only the best for the king,” said Jean.
“The best indeed,” said Ororo, casting her friend a lurid look.
As the halls of the throne room echoed with the king’s content gasps, she and Ororo began alternating their approach. Ororo got her share of the tip, showing off impressive moves with her tongue. Not to be outdone, Jean stepped up the intensity as she squeezed, stroked, and licked around the base. It evoked more hard grunts from the proud monarch, so much so that his grip on their head tightened.
By now, his cock was fully erect. Between tasting it, admiring it, and sharing in the experience with her best girlfriend, she was also very aroused. Her pussy was so wet. She rubbed her thighs together to keep the juices flowing until the king had his fill of oral sex. Judging by his grunts and the thoughts he projected, Jean sensed that he desired more.
“What say you, your highness?” Jean asked. “Would you like us to keep sucking? Or would you prefer some outsider pussy?”
“You make it sound like a difficult choice,” said T’Challa as he gazed down at her and Ororo with burning desire.
“In that case, why don’t you give Jean a taste of Wakandan ravaging?” Ororo suggested. “I already know that pleasure. And in the interest of showing Wakanda’s greatness with the outside world…”
Her words trailed off, most likely intentionally. She dared T’Challa with her eyes to give her friend a special kind of fucking. Having known him personally, romantically, and intimately, that dare carried weight. Being a proud king, the Wakandan monarch gladly responded.
“I never miss a chance to demonstrate my kingdom’s greatness,” T’Challa said.
“And I’ve never had a chance to have sex with a king. That’s my kind of demonstration!” said Jean.
“Then, move back, get on your hands and knees, and prepare to feel Wakanda’s greatness!”
It sounded like a royal decree, as well as a man eager to enjoy some heated jungle sex. Jean still followed it as closely as any loyal subject. She backed away from Ororo and T’Challa, but remained on the floor. She then got into position just in front of the throne, which also happened to give the Dora Milaje a perfect view.
“The erotic spirits are strong with this woman,” said one of the Dora Milaje.
“You mean for an outsider, right?” said the other.
“No, I don’t.”
Now on her hands and knees, playfully pointing her butt at the horny king, Jean prepared for her first taste of royal sex. T’Challa didn’t give her much time to brace herself. As soon as Ororo released her grip on him, he knelt down behind Jean and guided that big, Wakandan cock of his to her wet entrance.
Ororo, never one to be left out, joined Jean on the other side. She took Jean by the shoulders and elevated her slightly, as if to align her body along with T’Challa’s. From there, the Wakandan king made his next decree and thrust into her. Jean reacted immediately to the feeling of that big, black, royal dick penetrating her depths. Ororo even seemed humored by it.
“Ohhh Your Highness!” Jean squealed.
“You hear that, King T’Challa? She likes it!” Ororo said, casting her former lover a goading grin.
“Indeed,” he said as he took in the feeling of her pussy. “She’s in for much more!”
“Trust me. Jean can handle it,” said Ororo. “She’s not like other outsiders. Her body and spirit are special.”
She gave Jean a coy glance while saying those words. It felt like her way of reminding her to make a good impression. She’d already done so much to win the king’s favor. Proving she could make love like Wakandans was key to securing that favor.
Jean just smiled back, her body and world already rocking under the force of T’Challa’s heated movements. He didn’t go too fast, but he was hard and thorough with each thrust. Every time he drove his throbbing cock into her depths, he pushed her ability to take every inch. Places that were difficult to reach got more stimulation than usual. It flooded Jean’s body and senses with surges of sensations. She still made it a point that she could handle it.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” Jean exclaimed. “Give it to me! Give me that royal cock! Fuck me like your favorite concubine!”
“Such…vulgar…rhetoric,” said T’Challa in between hard thrusts.
“It’s an American thing. I don’t understand it, either,” Ororo said, “but there are ways to mute it.”
Before either he or T’Challa could react, Ororo made a move of her own. While Jean kept getting reamed from behind, the former weather goddess laid on her back, spread her legs, and guided Jean’s head to her pussy. It caught Jean a bit by surprise, but she was enjoying the royal sex too much to complain.
“Mmm! Pussy…and cock!” Jean said through muffled moans.
“Go on, Jean. Put that dirty American tongue to good use!” said Ororo.
“Good use, indeed,” said T’Challa, showing approval of her actions.
Not one to argue with a goddess or a king, Jean began dining on her friend’s pussy while the Wakandan king kept pounding into her from behind. Ororo was already aroused from their earlier activities, but some added oral stimulation helped get her wetter.
Having told her friend about how her and Scott celebrated their wedding in Las Vegas, she knew Jean could eat pussy. She made sure she ate it well, probing her folds with her tongue and hitting all the sensitive spots around her clit. Soon, Ororo’s blissful moans filled the throne room along with that of the king’s.
“Ooh, Jean! My friend! You keep finding ways to impress me!” Ororo moaned out.
“Such…and impressive…woman!” T’Challa grunted.
Jean barely heard them. She was too busy gorging on her friend’s womanhood and taking a king’s cock inside her. Again and again, she took sex and gave it. The heat of the jungle and the heat of their sex filled the area. With such powerful feelings and sensations flooding in from all directions, she found herself on the brink of orgasm.
However, she barely had a chance to articulate how close she was. By the time she came, Ororo was still pressing her face against her pussy. The best she could do was let out a muffled moan.
“I’m…com-ummfff!” she exclaimed.
It was like being bombarded with pleasure, the hot waves of her release coursing through her from head to toe. She shuddered under the feeling, her inner folds contracting hard, even as T’Challa kept pumping into her. It felt like a royal gift, worthy of both a queen and a concubine.
As she came, T’Challa clearly noticed. Ororo noticed too.
“You hear that, your highness? You made her come,” Ororo said.
“I heard. And I am not…yet…done!” he said with more labored grunts.
T’Challa kept at it, but steadied his movements as Jean processed her orgasmic peak. She sensed he was close too, his member tensing hard within her tight depths. Jean began bucking her hips to help supplement his every thrust. The Wakandan King even elevated one of her legs to get in at just the right angle.
After a few more labored thrusts, the king completed the royal task before him. With a triumphant grunt, he climaxed inside Jean’s waiting pussy.
“By…the five tribes…yes!” he moaned out.
“Your highness…I feel you coming too,” Jean purred.
A hefty exchange of sexual fluids followed. Jean felt a thick stream of T’Challa’s cum line her depths, mixing with her feminine juices. Given the extensive exchange they’d negotiated before even arriving at Wakanda, it felt like a bonus of sorts. If nothing else, it gave the King of Wakanda another reason to pursue more exchanges with X-Corp.
“It’s official, my friend. You have proven yourself worthy of a king’s touch,” Ororo told her.
“Is that…rare?” asked Jean, still short of breath.
“Knowing T’Challa, both as a man and as a king, I’d say it certainly is,” she said.
She cast her former lover a smile. The Wakandan king smiled back, still breathing heavily as he withdrew his cock from Jean. Now winded and a little sore, the redheaded woman needed a minute.
However, she hadn’t forgotten that Ororo hadn’t gotten her share. In addition, she noticed that T’Challa’s dick remained fully erect. She recalled her friend mentioning that Wakandan kings and warriors frequently ate a heart-shaped herb that improved stamina and strength. Another lesser known side-effect was that it effectively eliminated sexual refractory periods, which might explain why Wakandan Kings rarely had difficulty siring heirs.
T’Challa must have ingested his share of that herb earlier that day because he was already eying Ororo with lustful intent. Since Jean had kept her so aroused with her oral sex, she already seemed excited by the prospect.
“You do know me, Ororo. And I know you too,” he said. “I haven’t forgotten about you…nor have I forgotten how much you enjoyed our passionate nights.”
“Well, I do remember being quite vocal about my enjoyment,” Ororo teased.
“I’d still like to give you another reminder, my Savannah Goddess.”
“As would I, my king. As would I.”
“And I’ll act as a witness, just in case,” said Jean.
Like a couple of animals still in heat, T’Challa and Ororo focused their desire on one another. Jean gladly moved aside, giving them room to maneuver on the plus rug in front of the throne. The memories of those heated nights must have come rushing back quickly because they effortlessly aligned their bodies for more sex.
Ororo remained on her back, her legs hitched back, demonstrating a flexibility worthy of a weather goddess. T’Challa got on top of her, knees bending right over his shoulders. It helped provide extra leverage as he guided his cock towards her friend’s dripping wet pussy. With another hard thrust, he entered her.
“Oohhh T’Challa!” Ororo moaned out. “It’s even better than I remember!”
“Ororo…your sweet warmth…so magical!” the king gasped.
Within moments, T’Challa had another hard sexual rhythm going. Jean watched as Ororo’s body rocked in conjunction with every thrust, her breasts bouncing every step of the way. T’Challa eagerly grasped them as he fucked her, evoking louder moans and even a few not-so-subtle gusts of air.
He clearly knew how Ororo liked it, favoring a mix of rough primal-like sex with a touch of sincere passion. She knew how he liked it too, feeling up his arms and caressing his battle-hardened face. He was a king and she was a weather goddess, but they still went at it like animals.
‘You always make an indelible impression, Ororo,’ Jean told her via telepathy. ‘If only you knew the memories and feelings he’s projecting right now.’
‘Please, Jean…I’d rather you keep such details to yourself,’ she replied. ‘I’d like to just enjoy this for what it is.’
‘Fair enough, my friend.’
‘I’d also like you to participate. Read my mind and I’ll share with you a few of T’Challa’s less obvious proclivities.’
Jean snickered to herself as she received a little psychic intel from her friend. Her body was still reeling from the ravaging T’Challa gave her, but she had more than enough stamina to rejoin the fun. She also had a plan with which to share in its fruits.
While T’Challa continued his heated movements with Storm, Jean rose up and snuck up behind them. From there, she wrapped her arms around his waist, making sure to press her breasts up against his back. Apparently, T’Challa loved that. Ororo had memories of curling up behind him, rubbing her tits on his back to get him in the mood while they were together. Jean also nibbled on his ear and whispered the kind of dirty musings that no king would dare utter out loud.
“Do it, Your Highness. Fuck my friend with your regal cock. She may have the grace of a goddess, but a true king can make her moan like a whore,” she told him.
“I…know what you’re doing,” T’Challa said.
“Want me to stop?” she teased.
“No. Heavens no,” he said without hesitation.
Encouraged by her crude American encouragement, T’Challa intensified his and Ororo’s sex. He went harder and faster, evoking louder moans. Ororo’s expression was awash in ecstasy. She began raking her nails over the king’s shoulders, her body shaking with every sensual surge.
She was close to climaxing. Jean didn’t need telepathy or keen insight to figure that out. T’Challa sensed it too. He clearly remembered how Ororo looked when she was on the brink. With Jean still kissing his neck and nibbling his ear, he made a final push for his former lover’s ecstasy.
“By the grace of the Orisha,” he said, “grant this special woman…the release she deserves!”
“Yes, T’Challa! I feel it!” Ororo cried out. “I’m coming! I…ohhhh Goddess!”
Jean felt a sharp gust of hot air sweep through the chamber. She did not know if that was normal for Ororo whenever she climaxed, but it made her peak an even greater spectacle.
As the African woman closed her eyes and soaked in the feeling, Jean watched with T’Challa as she writhed under the onslaught of ecstasy. She even picked up on some of it through her telepathy. It was intense, even for a woman who claimed she hadn’t been in a relationship in years. It was also beautiful, seeing her friend enjoy the same release that she and the king had achieved.
“I think every god, goddess, and spirit heard that,” Jean teased.
“I hope they did,” said T’Challa with a humored grin.
They weren’t the only one admiring the scene before them. Even the Dora Milaje watching over them broke their usual stoic expression and smiled at what they’d witnessed.
“I certainly heard it,” said one of them. “I do not think I will be able to unhear it.”
“Why would you want to?” the other laughed.
“Who said I wanted to? This might be the most revealing business the king has ever pursued in these chambers.”
“And what makes you think it’s over?”
They gave Ororo as much time as she needed to soak in the feeling. More gusts of hot wind followed, as if guided by the weather goddess’ orgasmic whims. Once they settled, she opened her eyes and cast the Wakandan King a beaming grin. She then rose up and kissed him. She also drew Jean into it as well, signaling that there was plenty of passion to share.
“You’ve pleased us both, your highness. For that we are grateful,” said Ororo.
“Grateful and impressed,” added Jean.
“But have we pleased you too?” she asked, a suggestive glint in her eyes. “Have my friend and I met your regal standard for royal concubines?”
“You have…almost,” the king replied with an equally suggestive grin.
“Almost?” questioned Jean.
“There is a saying among Wakandan royals. If you are to take two lovers to your bed, make love to them as though there were two more. What kind of king would I be if I did not leave our honored guests with the utmost satisfaction?”
Jean exchanged glances with Ororo. The humored grin on her face hinted that T’Challa’s rhetoric was more than just formality. Wakandans were proud, determined, and honorable. That had served them well on the battlefield and the global stage. Why shouldn’t it serve them just as well in the bedroom?
Not questioning the passionate whims of a king who had already pleased them both, Jean followed T’Challa’s lead along with Ororo. Since she was the outsider least familiar with Wakandan customs, the former lovers converged on her.
Jean soon found herself lying flat on her back with Ororo lying on top of her, their breasts mashing together in a sensual mesh. T’Challa then positioned himself behind them, propped up on his knees with his still-erect penis aimed towards their waiting pussies.
“I’ve taken you one at a time,” the king told them, “but a good ruler knows how to multitask.”
“That seems like a necessary skill,” said Jean with a humored grin.
“And since T’Challa is such a great ruler…” Ororo began, letting her words trail off.
Little explanation was needed. Jean didn’t get the chance to hear any further insights. The Wakandan king had entered her again, putting both hands on Ororo’s butt while thrusting into her pussy, which was still wet from their previous sex.
A fresh round of sensations followed, along with more hard, focused thrusts that rocked both her and Ororo. It also caused their breasts to rub together even harder, adding a different kind of stimulation to the mix. After getting a good rhythm going with her, the king abruptly withdrew and re-entered Ororo’s pussy to keep the feeling going.
“Oohhh, Your Highness!” Jean moaned. “He’s really doing it, Ro. He’s really fucking us both!”
“Mmm…he is,” moaned Ororo, her expression already awash with delight, “and he’ll still…fuck us…so well!”
“Like a good, honorable king!” Jean added.
The two women laughed and gasped as T’Challa continued alternating between them, giving them both a steady stream of sensual sensations. They even got frisky with one another, making out while they took turns getting fucked. They kept rubbing their breasts together, kissing one another with plenty of tongue while grinding their lower bodies together.
T’Challa seemed to appreciate the erotic display. Their actions prompted him to fuck them harder, alternating between their pussies with greater regularity. He also began using his hands, fingering the pussy of whichever one of them he wasn’t fucking. He made sure to pay close attention to their swollen clits, providing even more stimulation that sent both women on the path to more ecstasy.
“He’s going…to do it…again!” Jean said through increasingly labored gasps. “I’m going to…come…again!”
“I’m close too, my friend,” said Ororo. “Trust in the king. He’ll get the job done!”
“That…I will!” said T’Challa with increasing determination.
Ororo shared that determination. She rubbed her breasts against Jean even harder, targeting her nipples in the process. She also hungrily kissed her friend, showing an animalistic side that Jean had never seen before. It was a far cry from the elegance and grace that made her a goddess in the eyes of so many, but for someone so in tune with nature, it seemed appropriate.
It was also hot. Jean couldn’t deny that either. Between her friend’s efforts and a shared dose of T’Challa’s royal sex, the redhead got plenty of enjoyment out of it. All the added stimulation had her on the brink of orgasm. She sensed Ororo getting close too. In an effort to share in the pleasure, while putting on a more erotic show for the king, Jean used her telepathy to open a channel between her mind and Ororo’s.
‘I’m about to come, Ororo,’ Jean told her. ‘Open your mind to me. I’ll help you come too! Trust me. Shared orgasms are the best!’
‘I do trust you, my friend,’ she replied. ‘If you can make the orgasm I’m about to have even better, then do what you must.’
Assured of her permission, Jean performed the psychic tasks that she and Scott had become so adept in sharing. Once she linked their minds, she felt Ororo’s pleasure mixing with hers. It was like tapping into an extra source of energy. With T’Challa still going hard, pumping his cock into Jean’s pussy while fingering Ororo’s with his hand, they had everything they needed.
Together, they crossed the threshold. Jean took her friend’s hands in hers, closed her eyes, and let out a cry with her friend that was sure to impress any proud monarch.
“Ohhhhhh yes!” they exclaimed in perfect harmony.
They were so loud that it left Jean’s ears ringing. She squeezed her friends hands in hers, curling her toes and contorting her body in conjunction with Ororo’s as the flood of pleasure washed over them. Unlike the first orgasms they had, this one was shared. Through the telepathic channel she opened, bliss compounded bliss. The hot sensations that ignited every nerve burned brighter than before.
While Jean had experienced it before with Scott, Ororo hadn’t known the feeling. She looked genuinely shocked, not expecting it to feel that good. More gusts of hot air swirled around their naked bodies, causing her hair to flutter. She had always had a divine grace to her, but now she knew what it was like to actually feel divine. Jean had a feeling that if she and Scott ever wanted to organize another three-way, Ororo would be the first to participate.
Such a spectacle left even T’Challa astonished. He had to steady his movements, just to take it in. He definitely liked what he saw. Seeing two beautiful women – one of which he had once loved many years ago – share such a powerful feeling left him in awe. For the King of Wakanda to that impressed with anything was quite an accomplishment.
“I’ve seen gods, angels, monsters, and heavens,” said T’Challa, “but that was a sight to behold!”
“I’m sure every man who brings two beautiful women to his bed thinks that,” said one of the Dora Milaje in a humored tone.
“But I doubt they all mean it as much as him,” said the other in a more serious tone.
Ororo needed several moments to catch her breath. Jean, having navigated more than her share of blissful moments, helped her friend as best she could. She smiled and embraced her friend, keeping the channel between their minds open so that they could continue exchanging messages.
‘Deep breaths, Ororo,’ said Jean. ‘Just soak it in. Process it as best you can.’
‘You and Scott are such…creative lovers,’ Ororo replied. ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at sex the same.’
‘You can thank me later. Until then, we still have a king to satisfy. And after what he just saw, he’s ready to blow another royal load.’
‘Can I assume you already know how you want to help him achieve it?’
‘You know me well, my friend.’
The two women exchanged glances. Jean sent her a quick message containing a few intimate details. Ororo grinned and nodded to affirm she understood. T’Challa, still watching them in their post-orgasmic daze, remained very aroused and very much in need of a second release.
“Thank you for making us come again, your highness. You are truly worthy of your crown,” said Jean.
“As honored guests of Wakanda, you’re welcome,” said the king with a humored grin.
“But now, we must return the favor,” said Jean.
“And for you, King T’Challa,” said Ororo, “only our best will suffice!”
They each shared a mischievous undertone, which kept the king both intrigued and aroused. Ororo, having since caught her breath, was ready to spring into action. Tapping into the same teamwork they’d shared while they were X-Men, they coordinated once more to satisfy the king.
Ororo rose up off Jean. She then helped her up, allowing T’Challa to withdraw from Jean’s pussy in the process. Before the king could process what they had planned, the two naked women converged on him, kneeling down and surrounding his still-erect dick with their breasts. Almost immediately, T’Challa voiced his approval.
“Ah, I see. This is indeed the best!” he said.
“Just sit back and relax, Your Highness,” said Ororo seductively.
“Let me and my friend tit-fuck you to paradise!” added Jean.
No royal decree was necessary. The Wakandan King let out a content sigh as he leaned back on his arms, giving her and Ororo more room to work. They took full advantage of it.
Jean positioned herself on his left side while Ororo stayed on his right. Using both hands, their mashed their breasts together harder to create a tighter fit around the king’s cock. From there, they began working it up and down, slithering it between them like a well-oiled piston. It was already so wet from their feminine juices. That didn’t stop her and Ororo from licking it a few times to make the feeling even smoother.
They continued their sensual coordination, casting wanting looks towards the Wakandan King as he soaked in the feeling. Jean sensed he was close. She could feel it in the way his member throbbed between her mounds. Thanks to her and Ororo’s efforts, they sent him over the edge in a manner truly fit for a king.
“Oohhh Wakanda forever, yes!” he moaned as he finally climaxed.
Jean and Ororo made sure he got to watch another erotic display as he peaked. They stopped tit-fucking him, but kept his dick snug between their breasts. They tightened their hold on it just as he shot off his load manly fluid.
The volume of his release impressed Jean. A thick streak of cum shot up right between her and Ororo. Most of it got on her face, but some ended up on Ororo. As more came shooting out, the two of them made it a point to get as much as they could on them. Jean though she got more, but that didn’t Ororo from licking some right off the tip.
It was quite a display and quite messy, for that matter. It also rendered the king very satisfied. For anyone hoping to make a deal with Wakanda, a notoriously reclusive nation, there were few greater feats that an outsider could achieve.
“This might be the most enjoyable diplomatic envoy I’ve ever entertained, as king,” said T’Challa, now leaning back on his arms, looking more relaxed than any monarch should.
“Likewise, Your Highness,” said Jean, as she and Ororo joined him in some post-coital snuggling.
“To be fair, my friend did not make the same unreasonable requests that many previous outsiders have made,” Ororo pointed out.
“To be even fairer, your friend is more sincere than most outsiders,” added T’Challa.
“There are many benefits to being transparent,” said Jean. “It shouldn’t be that hard a concept, honestly helping others in an effort to help ourselves.”
“You’re right, Jean. It shouldn’t,” said Ororo.
“And yet, here we are,” said the King of Wakanda, embracing two naked women in his arms.
They shared an amicable laugh. It might have been the lightest the mood had ever been in the Wakandan throne room. More light gusts swept through the spacious palace, a likely byproduct of Ororo being so relaxed and satisfied. Jean enjoyed that feeling and so did T’Challa.
From that same feeling, T’Challa cast Ororo a longing glance. Jean knew that look well, having directed it towards Scott on many occasions. She didn’t know the full story of Ororo and T’Challa’s history. Based on what Ororo had told her, their love was real for a time. However, times had changed.
“I am sorry that we could not reconnect sooner, Ororo,” T’Challa said in a more serious tone.
“There’s no need to apologize, T’Challa. How was I to know you wanted a three-way this badly?” she said in a humored tone.
“It’s not just that. You’ve always been special to me. Leaving you all those years ago…allowing our paths to diverge so complete…it is one of my greatest regrets,” he said.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t shed many tears after that day,” said Ororo, her tone becoming more serious as well. “I even regret not going after you, but fate simply had other plans for us. You were set to become King of Wakanda. I was set to become a member of the X-Men.”
“Does that mean it is too late?” T’Challa asked intently. “Can we ever recapture the love we once shared?”
Ororo paused for a moment, her gaze becoming distant. Jean cast her friend a knowing look. She didn’t have to be psychic to know that she had seriously considered pursuing that love again. Ororo looked up at T’Challa, caressing his face as she’d probably done after many passionate nights in the past. He did the same, still looking at her as someone who meant a lot to him.
Then, she turned back towards Jean. She didn’t say anything. Jean just smiled. She knew her friend well enough to know what decision was right for her. It was why she had been chosen to lead the X-Men and mentor others. It was also why men like T’Challa fell for her. In the end, however, the choice remained with her.
“In another life, perhaps we could’ve,” Ororo answered with a distant sigh. “Being with the X-Men has taught me to see the world very differently. Leading the X-Men has only taught me even more. I’m sorry, but I cannot see a path in this world in which you and I are together.”
“I feared as such,” T’Challa said solemnly. “Is it because my life is tied to Wakanda? And yours is tied to the X-Men?”
“That’s only part of it, T’Challa,” she said. “Do not make light of what we shared. Our love was strong. But pursuing that love demanded too much of our hearts. It required that you undermine your duties as king. It required that I undermine my duties with the X-Men and the plight of other mutants. It is akin to wounding our souls at the expense of our hearts.”
“Sounds like too great a sacrifice, even for love,” Jean pointed out.
“All love comes with sacrifice, but sometimes there is a cost…one too great for anyone to bear,” said Ororo. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way, T’Challa. But you and I both know it is too late for us. It has been for a while now.”
“I understand,” said T’Challa. “I’m just glad we came together again.”
“Yes. It’s good to come together…very good,” said Jean jokingly, which helped lighten the mood.
“You and your crude American humor,” said T’Challa, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t get it either, but I still find it funny,” said Ororo, laughing at Jean’s remark.
The mood lightened once more. It felt like Ororo and T’Challa were parting on good terms. They might even see each other again, if only for another hook-up. Jean wouldn’t blame them. Given the stresses of being the leader of the X-Men, she needed it.
Bringing her along for their negotiations had proven more beneficial than she’d hoped. Jean had initially worried that bringing T’Challa’s ex-lover along might trigger tensions – a concern that both Charles Xavier and Logan had raised – but her faith in her friend had paid off once more.
X-Corp now had connections to one of the most advanced countries on the planet and its beloved king. Given the many challenges they faced – including the ones they didn’t understand, namely those they’d encountered with Carol Danvers and Rogue – they needed as many connections as possible.
‘Thanks again for convincing me to do this, Jean. I needed it…in more ways than I’d expected,’ Ororo said, still using the telepathic channel from earlier.
‘You’re welcome, my friend,’ said Ororo. ‘This was a productive effort…also in more ways than I expected.’
‘Again, with that American humor.’
‘I promise I’m serious. This has been great. The deal is done! We still have a night of royal comforts to enjoy and a couple of Dora Milaje that I’m sure want to take part in our next sexy activity. Let’s focus on that while Scott finishes the fine print.’
‘Fine print? What does that entail?’
‘Nothing that concerns us, my friend,’ Jean assured her. ‘Just trust that he knows what and who to handle to make this new deal work smoothly!’
Wakanda Science and Technology Center – Shuri’s Private Laboratory
“Yes! Oohhh spirits of the jungle, yes!” moaned a pleasantly surprised, but very joyous Shuri, “You are good at this…for an outsider!”
“I like to think I’m just good at this,” said Scott Summers in a plain, but confident tone.
Such impassioned moans had been echoing throughout Shuri’s private lab for quite some time now. They were in stark contrast to the skeptical and cynical tone she’d taken with him and Jean when they’d arrived in Wakanda earlier that day. To her, they were just another couple of outsiders looking to benefit from Wakanda’s vast resources. She even accused them of manipulating the king’s emotions by bringing his former lover, Ororo Munroe, along for their visit.
He and Jean had expected such hostility, especially from Shuri. As T’Challa’s sister and one of Wakanda’s most brilliant minds, she had every reason to be protective of her brother and her homeland. While the ultimate decision to make a deal with X-Corp remained with King T’Challa, he understood that it wouldn’t work unless they had the support of his sister. That was what Scott had been tasked with securing. He ended up making more progress than he’d hoped.
“Right there! Use your tongue…right there!” Shuri moaned with more urgency. “I am close…very, very close!”
The Wakandan princess writhed blissfully under the onslaught of stimulation, which Scott had been steadily delivering since she warmed to his presence. What began as a tour of Wakanda’s most advanced labs ended with Shuri sitting on a table, leaning back on her arms with her legs draped over his shoulder, while he gave her oral sex.
She was naked from the waist down, having shed the lower part of her Wakandan attire after some thorough foreplay from earlier. Scott was on his knees, his shirt already having been removed. He pleased the Wakandan woman with laser-like focus, using both hands to gently part her folds and probing her depths with his tongue. Through careful and tactful efforts, he found her most sensitive areas and targeted them directly.
“Come, Shuri,” said Scott while rubbing her clit with his thumb. “I would be honored to see Wakanda’s princess come.”
He was a bit overly formal, but Ororo had warned him that Wakandans held outsiders to a very high standard. The standards for the king’s sister were even higher. That made Scott even more determined. Shuri probably didn’t expect to have an orgasm during their tour, but she certainly welcomed it.
Scott also hadn’t expected to test his oral sex skills, although he had come prepared, just as Jean came prepared for intense negotiations with the king. Officially, his role in the deal was to tell Wakanda’s top scientists what X-Corp might need with respect to helping mutants, as well as investigating the recent incident with Rogue and Carol Danvers. The unofficial parts came into play once Suri got involved.
While Wakanda’s research on mutants wasn’t on par with Charles Xavier or even Reed Richards, for that matter, it had resources that even they couldn’t access. Scott watched several Wakandan researchers use vibranium weapons to neutralize Sentinels and advanced tools to manage unstable mutant abilities. Shuri had been the one to lead those demonstrations. She’d also been the one to claim Wakanda’s science could not be bought or sold.
It led to some intense discussions. Being the sister of the king, Shuri’s words carried a great deal of weight in Wakanda. Things only became less intense when things got more personal. Scott told stories about his adventures with the X-Men and how mutants had been hated and feared. Shuri told stories about how Wakanda fought hostile outsiders intent on exploiting its resources. They eventually found common ground in X-Corp’s vision to turn those valuable resources into a force for good.
From that common ground, Shuri’s initial mistrust waned. That mistrust soon turned to respect. Then, the respect became attraction. At that point, they took their discussions into her private lab. Soon after, Shuri demanded that Scott prove his worth by showing he could please a princess. It was safe to say she had her proof.
“Oohhh! Hail Wakanda, I’m coming!” the African woman cried out.
His efforts finally bore fruit. With one last lick of her clit, Shuri leaned back further on the desk, threw her head back, and spread her legs even wider as she climaxed. Scott watched as her lower body shuddered under the onslaught of orgasmic bliss, her pussy throbbing around his tongue and fingers. Rivers of feminine juices flowed from her folds. As a way of showing his respect for Wakandan royalty, he made sure to lick up every drop.
“Mmm…so tasty,” Scott said, his voice muffled by her pussy.
“That is what all the men say,” Shuri cooed, still dazed by her orgasm. “Wakanda pussy is the sweetest fruit in the jungle!”
“I can understand why,” he replied, looking up from her inner thighs, her juices now dripping down his face.
“I believe you,” she said to him, “and that’s not something I’ve been able to say about many outsiders.”
He cast her a thankful smile and she smiled back. Shuri appeared much more comfortable in his presence and not just because he gave her an orgasm.
While she caught her breath, Scott rose back to his feet. He still had his pants on, but now he had a noticeable bulge in his crotch, which was to be expected when tasting the pussy of a beautiful woman. Shuri clearly noticed, but didn’t mention it. Still relishing the afterglow of her climax, she returned to an upright position embraced him as she had earlier. She remained on the table, but didn’t look at all inclined to retrieve her pants or panties.
“For much of our lives, Wakandans are taught to question the sincerity of outsiders,” Shuri said in a serious tone. “Those lessons are not without merit, either. Our lands have been targeted for centuries by nations, corporations, and other tribes seeking to plunder our sacred lands.”
“Hard lessons often have plenty of merit, especially when it comes to history,” said Scott.
“Many have come here with noble intent, presenting themselves as allies,” she went on. “Almost always, they reveal themselves to have ulterior motives. My brother has given the outside world more chances than past kings. I’ve seen many of them go very wrong, but I’ve also seen some go very right.”
“For what your brother has done for the Avengers, I think they feel the same way.”
“And that used to confound me,” Shuri said. “I initially opposed his involvement with the Avengers. I was convinced that, like so many others, they had nefarious motives. Time and again, I looked for one. But the results were the same. The Avengers just wanted to save the world. Wakanda even helped with that effort. Wakanda helped save the world and I kept trying to find a flaw in that.”
She paused for a brief moment. She laughed to herself and shook her head, showing a level of humility that Scott rarely saw in ordinary people, let alone princesses. It proved that Shuri was a special kind of royalty. Like her brother, she didn’t let dogmatic traditions keep her people from doing the right thing. Having seen mutants endure a similar struggle, having seen long traditions of hatred and fear from humans, he understood better than most.
“Being Wakanda’s greatest scientist, I cannot avoid what the data tells me,” Shuri said. “When everything I’ve seen tells me that my brother being an Avenger is a good thing, the conclusion is clear.”
“And what is the data telling you about me? What is it telling you about my wife, X-Corp, and our vision for mutants and humans everywhere?” Scott asked intently.
“You act as though I did not scrutinize every byte of data I could before you arrived,” she replied with a humored laugh. “I did all that twice and the message was the same. X-Corp seeks to help. It seeks a vision, rather than profit. And no matter how hard I look, I cannot find an ulterior motive.”
“Yet you still weren’t convinced, were you?” Scott surmised.
She laughed again. She also pulled him into a closer embrace, snaking her arms around his neck and looking at him with an intensity befitting of royalty. She also made it a point to rub her inner thighs up against his groin, causing the bulge in his pants to get harder.
Scott didn’t mind. In fact, Shuri seemed turned on by the idea that someone could sense her train of thought. She might have been too used to everyone just going along with the princess, never daring to guess what she was thinking or feeling. Just taking a chance, showing that he could follow that brilliant mind of hers, got her very aroused.
“That is why I like you, Scott Summers,” said Shuri. “You pick up on subtleties and aren’t afraid to point them out. I’m usually the one who has to do that, especially around my brother.”
“I had to do that while leading the X-Men. I’ve had to do that with my wife, as well,” he said. “Honestly, she’s the reason I’m good at that.”
“She must also be the reason why you are so good at eating pussy,” she laughed. “For that, I intend to thank her for sharing your passions with us. It’s that same perspective…to share and be open in ways beyond our selfish desires…that help you stand out. It is also the final bit of data that convinces me that you are genuine and honest.”
“We’ve learned there are many benefits to being so open with our passions,” said Scott, sharing in the playful laughter.
“That is a good thing. In places like Wakanda where tradition is so important, such openness is rare. To me, it is still a novel concept…one that continues to intrigue me.”
Her voice quickly became seductive again. She skillfully wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer so she could paw his exposed chest. In addition, she skillfully loosened the top part of her attire, exposing the ample cleavage that had so far been contained by her Wakandan garb.
While she had him entranced, she leaned in and playfully trailed her lips around the manly contours of his chest. Encouraged, Scott slipped his arms around her back and loosened her top even more. She aided him along the way, helping him unfasten ivory buttons so he could peel it off, rendering her completely naked.
Naturally, he began exploring her exposed flesh, giving extra attention to her breasts. It helped get Shuri even more aroused, causing her to step up the intensity of her kissing. As she tasted his manly flesh, she undid his belt and began tugging at his pants. It made clear that their private negotiations were not complete.
“Shuri,” Scott said, already short of breath, “is this another test of my sincerity?”
“No. You have already proven yourself, Scott Summers,” Shuri told him. “You are an honorable man worthy of Wakanda’s respect.”
“Then, what is this?”
“It is exactly what you think it is,” she teased, “a Wakandan princess hooking up with a handsome outsider for some informal fornication. Does it need to be anything else?”
“No, Princess Shuri. It doesn’t.”
“Good. And please…just call me Shuri.”
Scott grinned eagerly before capturing her lips in hungry kiss, effectively shifting the mood from one of diplomacy to something much more intimate. The details and formalities were over. Now, they could just enjoy themselves. Scott sensed Shuri needed that more than him.
As they kissed and touched one another with increasing passion, Shuri finished undoing his pants. In short order, they fell to the floor, along with his boxers. As soon as his semi-hard cock was exposed, she began stroking and fondling it to get it fully erect. Scott returned the favor by slipping a hand between her thighs and stimulating her outer folds, which he’d become so familiar with.
She was still very aroused.
She still craved more sex.
She was also a real princess. Who was he, a common outsider, to deny her?
“Do me, Scott Summers!” she urged him. “Or, as you Americans love to say, fuck me like a common harlot!”
“That’s not quite how we say it, but close enough,” Scott laughed.
Convinced of Shuri’s desires, the former X-Men leader dispensed with diplomacy and took the beautiful princess on the spot.
While she remained seated on the table, Scott shifted his grip to her legs and pushed them apart. Shuri even showed off her flexibility, bending her legs back and creating a clear path for their union. Still standing at the side of the table, his feet planted firmly on the floor, he guided his member towards her wet entrance.
His initial instinct was to be careful. Shuri was the princess of a powerful country, after all. However, the beautiful African didn’t seem to care for that. Still holding onto his neck, she pulled him forward, encouraging him to enter her with more urgency. He followed her lustful whims, feeling her hot folds surround his rigid cock.
“Yes! Oh Gods, that’s what I want!” Shuri joyously exclaimed upon feeling his flesh inside her.
“Shuri…so tight,” Scott gasped.
“More! Give me more, Scott!” she urged him.
The Wakandan princess kissed him hungrily in a demonstration of her wild lust. Scott was caught off-guard temporarily, but quickly caught up. As he started moving his hips and rocking their bodies, along with the table, he got a feel for the kind of sex that Shuri liked.
They went at it hard and fast, pushing their bodies as much as their passions. However, it was more intense than rough. With every thrust Scott delivered, Shuri arched her hips slightly, supplementing his sensual efforts. Every movement invited intense, deep penetration. Her tight folds slithered smoothly along his shaft, evoking plenty of sensations.
“Yes! Yes! Oohhh spirits of Wakanda, yes!” Shuri cried out.
She wildly kissed his face and neck, raking her nails along his back and torso. Scott trailed his hands down her shapely legs, teasing her feet before working his way back up to her shapely hips. She really seemed to enjoy that. She even laughed in between her blissful moans. She was having fun with their sex. For all he knew, she hadn’t had this much fun with an outsider in all her life.
Embracing that fun-loving spirit, Scott mixed things up a bit. After going at it with that rapid pace for a bit, he lifted her up off the table and held her off the floor with his arms. Shuri laughed again, instinctively throwing her legs around his waist and grasping onto is shoulders. Her forehead now leaning against his, she looked positively enthralled by the prospect of having sex with an outsider.
“Ooh! You bold, dashing outsider!” Shuri said with intrigue and excitement.
Scott cast her a bold grin. In a show of strength that any Wakandan could respect, he bounced her up and down his cock, each plunge of her hips allowing him to penetrate her depths. More playful laughter followed, along with a few fresh scratch marks on his shoulders. He didn’t mind, though. Jean had left far deeper marks during their passionate nights.
He carried that passion, literally and figuratively through more sex. It wasn’t easy, maintaining the intense pace that Shuri preferred. He was tempted to tap some power from the Phoenix Force to help him finish the job. However, that proved unnecessary as soon as Shuri began playing a more active role.
“I am getting close again, Scott” she whispered into his ear. “This time, I want you to be involved!”
Showing some impressive leverage, even while being held up, she leaned forward to guide him into a nearby chair. It had been the same chair she’d sat in during their intense discussions earlier. Now, it was the site of equally intense sex. This time, Scott was the one sitting it in it and Shuri was on top of him, straddling his waist.
Still clinging to his shoulders, Shuri began bouncing her hips up and down, working her pussy along his cock with an intensity that sent him to the brink of orgasm. He’d been holding back since they started, prioritizing the pleasure of the Wakandan princess above his own. Shuri might have appreciated that sentiment before. Now, her desires had changed along with her priorities.
She wanted him to come.
She wanted to share this feeling with him, an outsider seeking Wakanda’s help.
It was a powerful notion, a Wakandan embracing an outsider in such a way. The fact that he’d been embraced by Wakanda’s princess made it even more powerful. Scott, now holding onto Shuri’s butt as she worked her sensual passions, simply watched and marveled at what they were about to achieve.
“Shuri, I…I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to…come!” Scott grunted.
“Yes! I feel it too! Spirits of the land guide us…as we share this!” Shuri gasped.
Their eyes locked. The intensity in Shuri’s gaze was worthy royalty. He matched it as best he could. She then shifted her hands from his shoulder to his face. Her touch became gentler and kinder. At that moment, those spirits she’d mentioned had found them. He came and so did she.
“Ohhh! Hail Wakanda!” Scott exclaimed.
“Hail Wakanda, indeed!” Shuri cried out.
Scott got his first. His throbbing member erupted in an orgasmic release, filling her depths with streams of cum. That hot feeling inside her helped send Shuri over the edge, as well. She let out a deep gasp that morphed into a deeper moan as her inner folds throbbed around his member. She wasn’t quite as loud or animated as before, but that didn’t make it any less satisfying.
For a moment, they just lingered in their intimate union, their naked bodies enmeshed and embracing one another. Scott caught his breath alongside the Wakandan princess, who lingered in his arms, even after their bodies parted. Still sitting in the chair together, she continued caressing his face in a teasing, yet playful way. He was almost certain she had never looked at an outsider the same way she was looking at him.
“My brother once said that traditions are only as valuable as the weaknesses they preserve,” Shuri said. “I used to wonder why he thought that way. Now, I don’t.”
“The world outside of Wakanda is dangerous and chaotic,” Scott said, “but there are so many wonderful things out there…things worth protecting and uplifting.”
“I believe you, Scott. I also believe that Wakanda can help. We’ve always had the capacity to help, but not the vision. What you are doing with X-Corp…what my brother is doing with the Avengers…at long last, we have that vision. And I am honored to be part of it.”
She kissed him again, as if she hadn’t shown her appreciation enough already. He kissed back, affectionately caressing her naked body, assuming she might be in the mood for more playful passions. At that point, any further ecstasy they shared was a bonus.
It felt like a perfect culmination of their new alliance. X-Corp, like his and Jean’s relationship, was driven by openness. That stood in stark contrast to Wakanda’s traditions of isolation and mistrust.
Shuri – and T’Challa, assuming that Jean and Ororo had succeeded on their end – had finally embraced the spirit of that openness. It was different, bold, and even a little risky. Instead of concern, however, it inspired excitement. They were going to need that moving forward. After what happened to Rogue and Carol Danvers, the stakes for X-Corp were getting larger.
New York City – Abandon Subway Station
“That noise! That damned noise! Where is it coming from?!” roared a very angry and very confused Venom.
Venom was in a rage. For once, it had nothing to do with Spider-Man, Peter Parker, or rejection from a perfect host. This was a rage fueled by pain. That pain came courtesy of an ear-splitting noise that nobody else seemed to hear. It was as though the noise had been specifically tuned to target them and only them.
“This is not part of our plan!” Eddie shouted from within the alien creature. “You said we had overcome this vulnerability!”
“We did, Eddie!” the symbiote replied in its inhuman tone. “This is different. This is unlike anything we have encountered before. This is…an abomination!”
“Doesn’t matter what you call it,” Eddie barked. “We followed it here. Now, let’s stop it!”
The hulking creature roared and seethed in discomfort. Together, the symbiote and its host stumbled through the dark, dingy subway station that had been blocked off for years. They didn’t originally plan on venturing across the city, navigating networks of putrid sewers, but then that agonizing noise started.
It was an infuriating weakness that shouldn’t have been a weakness anymore. Loud noises and sonic weaponry was one of the few things that could hurt the Venom symbiote. It had been what its first host, Peter Parker, used to reject it. It was also what Peter used to defeat them during their first encounter. Before helping Brock escape prison, the symbiote adapted itself to resist such attacks. This felt like something different.
It came from all directions.
It attacked every cell and fiber, both within the symbiote and within Brock.
It taunted, tempted, and tormented them all at once.
There was no escaping it. Once they realized that, they sought out the source. That meant abandoning their plan to confront Spider-Man again, albeit temporarily. That remained the primary goal for both Eddie Brock and Venom. However, the more they heard that painful noise, the more they reconsidered their priorities.
“ERRR! WHERE ARE YOU?” Venom shouted into the darkness. “I KNOW YOU’RE HERE! SHOW YOURSELF SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!”
Only silence followed. Venom snarled and seethed with more anguish, attacking random piles of debris in frustration. They swore it only got louder, as if to further taunt him.
Then, just as he prepared to rip the whole station apart, a portal formed in front of him. From it, three figures emerged and one of them was distressingly familiar. Venom quickly recognized it as another symbiote, albeit one with a more deranged demeanor.
“So that’s where I get some of my bloodlust,” he said. “Guess I’m a chip off the old block!”
“You,” Venom said, “we recognize you.”
“I sure as hell hope so,” the figure replied before revealing the face of Cletus Kasady. “We were cell mates. Now, we’re symbiote blood brothers. That makes you the first real family that I haven’t tried to kill…yet.”
Venom sneered at the sight of Cletus, withdrawing part of its flesh to reveal the face of Eddie Brock. Brock’s memories of Cletus Kasady were many and none of them were good. Even by symbiote standards, Cletus was a deviant. The idea of him being a host, especially for a symbiote that they helped birth, sickened them on every conceivable level.
As disgusted as he was, the two figures he arrived with concerned him more. One was a woman wearing overly revealing attire for a subway station, abandoned or otherwise. The other was a man with a monstrous disposition that included green skin, elf-like ears, and fang-like teeth. Neither seemed inclined to attack, but Venom sensed only danger from them.
“Well, Mr. Jackal, we went through the trouble of luring him here,” said the woman. “Is this the specimen you require?”
“I believe so, dear Goblin Queen,” said Jackal. “This is the source of Mr. Kasaday’s symbiote. His response to the beacon I planted is proof of that. The acoustic signature I extrapolated from Carnage should prove useful for the next phase.”
“Oh don’t spoil the moment with technobabble, Doc,” said Carnage. “Let’s just tell him what he’s in for so we can enjoy the moment.”
Venom tried to lash out at him, but Jackal pushed a button on his watch, which caused the noise to get even louder. It was so loud that Venom fell to his knees, clenched his head, and roared out in agony.
“WE…WILL…KILL…YOU!” he shouted. “WE WILL DEVOUR YOUR BONES!”
“Careful, Jackal,” said the Goblin Queen. “We don’t want to hurt our newest ally too much.”
“Speak for yourself, babe,” said Cletus. “Hurting family and screaming bloody murder are kind of my jam. It’s like classical music to me.”
“I’ll record it so you can sleep soundly tonight,” she said. “But first, we have business to tend to.”
Venom kept trying to fight back. He remained paralyzed from the sound, every cell of the symbiote frozen in place by sheer agony. Eddie felt it too. It showed in his enraged, yet pained expression. As the Goblin Queen knelt down and clenched his chin with her gloved hand, he tried to direct that rage towards her.
It was no use. He was still at their mercy. Something other than his spider sense told him that was the worst place to be.
“I sense a great deal of discomfort in you, Venom,” the Goblin Queen said, “but I also sense a great deal of desire as well.”
“FUCK…YOU!” he spat.
“You wish,” laughed Cletus, “and believe me, it’s worth wishing for!”
“You want vengeance over someone who rejected you,” she went on. “You want to destroy someone who denied you your very purpose. Believe me. I understand that better than most. Which is why I’m going to help you get what you desire. In turn, you’ll help me pursue my desires as well.”
“WE…DON’T…WANT…YOUR HELP!”
“You may want that now, but trust me. That’s going to change,” she said with a devious grin. “You see, Jackal here is an expert in cloning. He believes he can bring back the dead and improve on the original. It’s not an easy process. I myself am proof of that. So, to refine his techniques, he’s come up with a process specific for symbiotes. He just needs a test subject…specifically, one who’s more stable than Carnage.”
“I want to be insulted, but she looks so damn good in a thong. I just can’t!” laughed Cletus.
The Jackal pushed another button on his watch. The noise lessened somewhat, giving Venom some much-needed relief. He was still enraged. He still felt inclined to attack this woman and her associates. The mention of that process, however, sparked his curiosity.
Who would want to clone a symbiote?
Why would they want to in the first place?
They clearly had agendas, none of which involved getting revenge on Spider-Man. In that respect, Venom still wasn’t interested. However, both Eddie and the symbiote that bonded to him could not ignore the idea or its implications.
“This process…sounds like a disaster waiting to happen,” said Venom.
“It might be. Things involving clones often are,” the Goblin Queen admitted, sounding oddly casual about it. “If it works, it’ll help us all pursue our purpose.”
“And if it doesn’t?” Venom asked intently.
“Well, then we’ll just have to make sure the disaster is directed towards Spider-Man, Peter Parker, and everyone else who wronged you,” she answered.
Suddenly, Venom felt less inclined to tear this woman’s spine out through her throat.
She was tempting him with something that both Eddie and the symbiote wanted more than anything. It was still their greatest desire. They had their own plans to make Spider-Man suffer. This woman offered to supplement them. The prospect of hurting his greatest enemy even more was just too appealing to pass up.
“What do you require of us?” asked Venom.
“For now, simple cooperation,” the Goblin Queen answered with a devious grin. “Eventually, I’ll require more of you. I cannot promise it won’t be strenuous. I can only promise that, one way or another, we’ll get what we desire!”
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