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King of Wakanda update
🕑 Added 2020-07-31 22:00:01 +0000 UTCNakia lunged at Peter, knife in hand, but it was only at the last second that Peter seemed to react. He grabbed her wrists, turning aside the blow as her weight fell against him. Her own momentum twisted her wrist in his grip so that the knife fell away, clattering noisily to the floor. Peter held onto her arms and Nakia struggled to pull away.
“Let me go!” she screeched. “Let go of me! You son of a bitch!”
“Me? What did I do?” Peter asked, kicking the knife across the floor, thankful that he’d taken the time to pull his pants on after fucking Nikki. “You’re the one who brought a knife to a… talking fight or whatever.”
“I’ll kill you!” Nakia cried, still struggling to get out of his hold.
“A little help?” Peter asked Nikki, still stunned by the entire situation, wearing only an open housecoat.
He had meant for Nikki to get something to tie Nakia up with, but that wasn’t what Nikki did.
“I’d love to help, Peter,” Nikki said dangerously. “Here you are, just some good kid, and one of these damn crazy Wakandans tries to kill you! If it isn’t some stupid fucking ritual, it’s an actual homicidal maniac! Well, I’ve had it! I’m so tired of it I could scream! I’m not going to take it anymore! I’m going to do something about it!”
“Uhh, Nikki?” Peter asked cautiously.
Then Nakia cried out, wincing as Nikki smacked her ass.
“How dare you!” Nakia moaned. “Stop that! Don’t!”
With Peter securely holding Nakia, Nikki spanked her ass, her hand snapping right through Nakia’s black jumper to smack resoundingly on the firm flesh of her buttocks. “No, I won’t stop! You’re going to pay for what a bitch you’ve been! If Peter’s too nice to punish you, then I will!”
Then Nikki’s hand was too tired to continue spanking Nakia. She moved to Peter instead, pulling his belt from his pants.
“Hey now,” Peter said, “maybe you should—“
Nakia spoke over him.” Don’t you dare, woman! You can’t!”
“Oh, can’t I?” Nikki demanded crazily. Then she was whipping the belt across Nakia’s ass as the Wakandan tried in vain to escape her attentions. Every few whacks, Nikki reached underneath the jumper, feeling the rosy flesh of Nakia’s curving buttocks to be sure she was getting through to the woman.
Nakia’s mouth gaped open as she realized that she enjoyed this torment. It was exactly the kind of manhandling she had hoped to get from T’Challa—him the man, her the woman, he doing to her what he wanted, not what she wanted him to do. The only problem was that T’Challa wasn’t there. She was being dominated by a woman and a boy.
But, like it or not, the spanking was kind of sexy. The pain had spread its warmth throughout her ass, melting her, making her pussy wet. When it reached her belly, she was a quivering mass of desire, willingly submissive, lacking only a man to take advantage of her receptive state.
She wanted a prick driving hard into her cunt, a masculine body rubbing against her tortured ass in taking her.
“Alright, Nikki, that’s enough!” Peter said, finally finding his voice. Still holding Nakia’s wrists, he forced her down onto the bed, onto her back, using his weight to hold her down.
It was then that Nakia grew truly desperate. “Fuck me!” she pleaded. “I want your cock! Don’t spank me, give me your cock!”
“What?” Peter asked, his attention totally diverted from Nikki as Nakia’s heaving, breathless body went limp. Her face hotly flushed, she stared up at him through her mused hair like a cornered animal. Her jumper was up over her hips, letting Peter see all of her shapely legs, all the way to her luscious pink cunt.
“Yes! That’ll teach her!” Nikki cried, leaping to ‘assist’ Peter in removing his clothes.
“Hey! What’re you doing?” Peter demanded, helpless to resist as he was occupied by holding Nakia down. Nikki yanked down his pants and drew them off his feet, revealing the full dimensions of his desire-swollen cock to Nakia. She gasped hard, any possible protests muted as she stared at it in both fear and fascination.
Peter could feel her eyes drinking in his entire throbbing length, the two heavy balls full of cum that dangled below it.
“T—T’Challa is bigger!” Nakia exclaimed, her lovely body quivering. “I’m sure he knows how to use it better too!”
“Bullshit!” Nikki cackled. “You’re just proving how little you know, obsessing over a guy who never even fucked you. If he had, you’d know that Peter here is thicker, fatter, and longer than T’Challa could ever be. And he knows just what to do with all that cock too. Turn any dumb cunt he meets, like you, into his dirty little bitch.”
“I… I do?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, that’s what she needs: to get laid,” Nikki exclaimed. “Once she’s had a real man, maybe she can get over this obsession with the black Justin Timberlake.”
“Blasphemy!” Nakia screamed.
Catching Peter by surprise, she surged up off the bed. Peter struggled to contain her, overcompensating, throwing them both down to the bed. With strained gasps from both of them, Peter found himself embedded balls deep in Nakia’s tight cunt—warm and wet and squeezing him as tight as could be while still welcoming him inside her.
Nakia cried out in distress and pain, her inner folds suddenly stretched around Peter’s massive erection. Unthinkingly, Peter circled his hips, savoring the feeling of being inside Nakia’s clinging sex, while pushing the pain and pleasure she felt to the limits of endurance.
“Ooohhh! It hurts!” Nakia groaned. Then she gasped, feeling Peter pulling out of her. “No! Don’t stop! Not after so long—“
“Yes, fuck her!” Nikki parroted. “Fuck her right now!”
Peter responded to Nikki’s strident demand by slamming himself forward, pushing his cockhead deep into Nakia’s soft cunt. Nakia’s mouth fell open with the pain of being opened a new, but then pleasure rushed in, turning her breathing into a series of pants.
“Still think T’Challa could do that to you?” Nikki goaded Nakia. “You can’t even take being Peter’s bitch. You’re just his toy! A cute little cocksleeve for him to play with! I don’t even know if you deserve his cum, but that’s his choice! He can do whatever he wants to that cunt of yours! It belongs to him now!”
Peter seemed to instinctively know that he was bringing Nakia pleasure with his deep, powerful strokes, no matter how much she cringed in pain. As he pumped faster and faster, feeling Nakia’s pussy spasming around his thrusting shaft, he said “Sorry about this… usually I get to know women better than this… or I at least know how to pronounce their name… but I’m guessing you don’t want to sto—“
“Don’t you dare stop! Don’t you dare! Fuck me, Peter! Fuck me harder!”
“Oh geez,” Peter gasped, Nakia’s shouts making him more aroused than ever. He forced himself to turn a deaf ear to them. He couldn’t afford to let his arousal overload his senses, make him ejaculate prematurely. As long as he was fucking Nakia, he might as well be sure she was well-fucked.
Nikki lay back on the bed to watch, finding it easy to begin touching herself, her masturbation reviving the sexual ecstasy she’d just felt in Peter’s arms. She found it especially enjoyable to watch secondhand the rapture she’d recently experienced. She stared in rapt attention, wondering if she had looked like such a dizzy little whore when she’d taken Peter’s cock. Her fingers sluiced across her clit, in and out of her pussy.
“Nngghh!” Nikki moaned, her pussy so tender, boiling so hot, that it was almost painful to the touch. “Give it to her good, Peter! Make her take all your thick cum! Yeah!”
Peter didn’t notice, his breath ripping its way out of him as he felt Nakia’s wet pussy squeeze down hard on his prick. Her muscles were hard and tight with Dora Milaje exercise, perfectly responsive to him. They may have been waiting for T’Challa, but that just meant they weren’t expecting Peter—his size, his speed, his ferocity.
On one level, Nakia wasn’t enjoying this. She had retreated from the awareness that her sexual fantasy was finally coming true, fulfilling her as she’d always hoped it would, only with a man who was not T’Challa. She couldn’t allow herself to acknowledge that the several inches of cock driving her to ecstasy were not his. A part of her wanted for this to be over, for the temptation to be unfaithful to T’Challa and enjoy this fuck to go away. But a much larger part had already given in.
She was naturally submissive and Peter had ably taken the place of T’Challa, winning over her body in a way her mind couldn’t stop. She felt his prick expanding, pulsing with the first tremors of orgasm, and her body was so attuned to his that she joined him in rapture, unable to stop herself from coming and coming and coming. Her pussy tightened like a closing fist, trying to provoke Peter into climax, to receive the final, liquid evidence that she had pleased him.
All the while, Peter rocked in and out of her, pulling Nakia close to him so that her ass rested on the very edge of the bed. With her legs hanging limply to either side of his body, Peter’s thrusts could go all the way into Nakia. And they did, surging into her, lingering and luxuriating in the carnal heat inside her, then pulling out.
Again and again, he pistoned into her, keeping Nakia’s overwhelmed body at a fever pitch of orgasm until finally his cum was ready for the long sprint into Nakia’s sex. With a loud cry, Peter erupted, dosing Nakia with rope after slimy rope of his seed.
He kept pumping into her for as long as his cock remained stiff, prolonging Nakia’s orgasm until it seemed like it would go on forever.
After a few minutes, Peter’s softening cock came out of Nakia’s pussy as if it were part of the flow of her juices and his creamy white seed. The stream ran down Nakia’s leg, coating the smooth flesh as if marking her.
Nakia tried to feel the old hunger she’d had for T’Challa, but it was gone. By fucking her, Peter had forever replaced T’Challa in her affection. He had claimed her as much as a man could claim a woman. Nakia couldn’t even bring herself to care how good T’Challa fucked. She couldn’t imagine there being any comparison. Even if there was, she could never forget this first, overwhelming sex that Peter had given her. He’d molded her, formed her pleasure, forever shaped her idea of what sex should be.
Forgive me, T’Challa, forgive me—I can’t fight it—I’m his now.
“That looked like fun,” Nikki said sarcastically, still fingering herself. “It sure was fun to watch. But you know what? I think it would be even more fun to have your little tongue in my cunt instead of my fingers.” Right before Peter’s eyes, she crawled onto the bed and straddled Nakia’s head, her hot cunt in Nakia’s face. “Get that mouth right between my legs, bitch. Suck my pussy.”
Nakia obeyed the obscene command, burying her mouth in Nikki’s open thighs. Her tongue lapped Nikki’s slit and the beautiful blonde writhed above her, her only conscious act to press her cunt down tight against Nakia’s lips.
“Lick me, Nakia! Lick my cunt!”
Nakia’s lips brushed over Nikki’s clit and suddenly she had to have it; she wrapped her lips around the turgid little bud and sucked it. Nikki cooed, her juices running into Nakia’s mouth, pulled in by Nakia’s sucks at her hard clitoris.
The taste saturated Nakia’s tongue, its sweetness pulling her out of the dizzy haze of satiation Peter had left her in. She became aware of herself again, but couldn’t muster the will to stop servicing Nikki. Her emotions had been totally drained by the fuck with Peter. She went along entirely with Nikki’s dominance.
“Eat my pussy, bitch, I’m almost ready to come!” Nikki keened. “Oh, fuck yeah! I’m almost there!”
Nakia performed her task with wild abandon, her own pussy still seeping with Peter’s load, still warm. She was just as aroused as she had been when Peter was fucking her; her satiation could just as easily tip away from the afterglow and into another orgasm. She ate Nikki out like she was trying to pleasure herself, her tongue sluicing in and out of Nikki’s hot juicy sex with masturbatory zeal.
I can’t believe this, Peter thought. There was Nikki Adams, gone totally crazy, writhing in sexual bliss on top of Nakia’s face. Nakia, well, had always been crazy, but now she seemed as wild as Nikki, getting off on being dominated as much as Nikki was on riding her tongue. It was pure debauchery.
But Peter had to admit, it was kinda sexy. Hell, kinda. It was as sexy as humanly possible, Nakia licking and kissing and sucking Nikki’s pussy while the hot blonde shuddered and moaned rapturously. Peter could only stand there and watch, feeling he’d already gone so far with this impromptu threesome that anything he might do would be damning. It was enough to make him hope that Nikki would include him herself, mitigating his guilt and letting him get back into this apparent orgy he’d accidentally started.
But at the moment, Nikki didn’t appear to remember him at all. “Oh yeah! Lick me harder, you whore! I’m gonna come! I’ll come any second now! Yes! That’s it! MMMPPPHHH! AAHHHH!”
Nikki came, shaking, her pussy spasming and jerking like it was trying to get into Nakia’s hotly sucking mouth. Finally, with a spurt of her orgasmic nectar, Nikki went limp. She fell across the bed, spent. Exhausted. Satiated. And Nakia too lay where she had fallen, seeming as overwhelmed as Nikki had been, and as tired. The two of them had actually managed to fuck each other’s brains out.
It was then that Everett Ross came in, to see what was taking Peter so long. And, seeing both his girlfriend and yet another woman stuffed full of Peter’s cum, he decided it was best to end negotiations and allow Wakanda to have its way.
Comments
Shendude
Huh, wasn't expecting to see this again, but I'm happy to do so!
