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Peter Parker: King of Wakanda update
🕑 Added 2019-05-05 20:10:13 +0000 UTC
“Huh?” Peter asked, reeling back as if struck, as if Nikki’s entreaty had made the situation too real for him, driving home how fraught the situation was. He could very easily see himself being blamed for… something.
“Don’t leave me like this!” Nikki pleaded with him, reaching down to her pussy as if unable to stop, trailing her fingers lightly over her sex and seeming to enjoy it all the more for how Peter’s eyes were locked there, as unable to look away as she was not to touch herself. “Please, just--c’mon! I know you want to!”
“I… I…” Peter stammered, holding onto the doorframe as if it were a ledge and his grip was keeping him from falling.
Nikki could not hold herself back any longer--either that or the feeling was simply too good. She dipped her fingers rhythmically inside of herself, moaning as she did so. “Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Peter stumbled forward, considering what exactly to say to her when accepting an offer like that. He doubted anything he said could be heard over Nikki’s moans, so he simply pulled his shirt off. Nikki panted louder as she saw his muscular chest come into view. At most she’d hoped for youthful enthusiasm. She’d had no idea he would be so well-built. She looked hungrily to his pants, hoping the bulge there would be a similarly pleasant surprise.
“Gawd, fuck me!” Nikki cried, the phrase exciting her all by itself. It felt like centuries since she’d been able to say that, mean it, and have a receptive ear to hear her. Now she was thrashing away on the bed, chanting it without ever getting tired of it, without ever meaning it any less.
“I will!” Peter said unnecessarily, but unable to stay silent any longer, as he jammed his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his pants down to his ankles.
Nikki saw his manhood--long and thick and doubtless hard as stone--spring out to hover crazily in the air, vibrating with the tension of its hardness, just like a fantasy. She hadn’t even begun to hope that her random lover would be so well-endowed, and her thoughts raced crazily as Peter padded naked onto the bed with her, a dream come true. Maybe there was something to those State Department rumors she’d started to hear about Peter fucking his way through the Wakandan royals.
She pulled him into an urgent embrace, his hips pressed between her spread thighs, his hands molding themselves to her breasts, squeezing them together and then pulling them apart, exposing new facets of her cleavage for him to dart his tongue over, even gnawing at the delicate skin with bared teeth.
“Oh, God, I’ve needed this for so long!” Nikki groaned, feeling his lips covering the rosy tip of one breast, sucking it to an exquisite suspension of almost painful intensity, before he dug his teeth into the throbbing nipple and somehow made it all come full circle, the pain now pleasure now pain. “Jesus, Peter--do whatever you want, I don’t care! Just fuck me!”
Peter inched his face down as if no longer content even with her melon-like breasts, instead exploring the slick texture of her taut belly, his hands roving over her sides, her flanks, her buttocks. It felt wonderful, deleterious--as if he were ripping away the layers of disinterest and apathy that Nikki was used to and assuring her that her body really was as desirable as she’d once known it to be, her hips womanly, her skin creamy, everything firm and taut and curvy, worthy of his lust or any other man’s.
He came to the apex of her thighs, the glossy gold silk that proved she was a blonde, and he gripped the insides of her thighs and bodily parted them to see into her. Her cunt was boiling, the steamy waft of her scent making his mouth water. Peter’s thumbs touched the edges of her labia and with forced gentleness opened it up, revealing her from her pink inner folds to her burgeoning clit, with a perfumed arousal covering all of her in glistening wetness. He ran his tongue through the film of cream and felt Nikki vibrate as she was tasted. She jerked upright, a contorted look on her face as she realized she wasn’t just going to be fucked, she was going to be eaten.
“God, yes, eat my pussy!” she gasped, rearranging herself entirely to present her cunt to him, her hips thrust upward, her back arched, all of her womanhood on shameless display. “Eat me, then fuck me! Make me come—unnh!—make me come!”
Peter could think of nothing to say to that, but fortunately this was a case where speech wasn’t called for. He slid his tongue inside of the slick opening, curving the tip upward to glide over the sensitive nerves at the top of her cunt, finding it smooth as glass, but burning with wet need. The flavor of her screamed into his mouth and he lapped it up from her slit to her clitoris, more than content with the taste, willing to experience it as many times as she fed it to him.
Nikki thought she would go mad. Already her pussy felt like a dam holding back floodwaters, and each time Peter’s tongue made the slightest move inside her cunt, the waters rose higher and higher. She grasped his head with both hands, his hair prickling her sweaty palms, and held him as tight as she could manage against her sex. And despite all her satisfaction, at the back of her mind she knew that soon she’d have that massive erection where his tongue was currently teasing her. It was both a blessing and a curse, knowing that her current pangs of climax might be nothing next to what she would experience, even though they were overwhelming her.
“Eat my cunt!” she pleaded, her orgasmic clenches building on one another, rippling the taut, empty muscles inside her, making her gyrate her hips as if she could fuck herself on his face as she wanted to fuck herself on his prick. “God, Peter, keep that delicious tongue inside me! You can fuck me as long as you want!”
Peter slashed his tongue through her even faster, not only because Nikki was begging for it, but because the taste of her was so sweet. He worked his hands underneath her ass and cupped the firm flesh of her buttocks, squeezing and caressing it to his heart’s content, amazed that Nikki wasn’t objecting, that she was even enjoying letting him feel her up. Lost in the sheer heady bliss of having her body so subserviently offered up to him, he pulled his right hand clear, flattened it into a blunt instrument, and whacked it against Nikki’s well-rounded hips.
She immediately reacted, driving her hips up so that the full length of his tongue was inside her sucking passage, then felt an explosion of release that dwarfed the blooming pain in her slapped cheek.
“YES!” Nikki cried, her body shaking, her cunt a whirlpool sucking furiously on Peter’s tongue. “Yes, yes, oh YES!”
For a moment, Peter was so turned on by Nikki’s ecstatic reaction that he nearly shot off himself from the simple voyeurism of watching her in rapture, but he wouldn’t have been alive today if he were short on willpower. He managed to hold back, although he was frozen in place, dribbling precum, simply letting Nikki drive her cunt against his face and around his tongue.
“Ghhh!” Nikki shrieked as another stab of ecstasy flickered from his tongue to her sex. It kept her at her peak for another several seconds, but although his tongue moved after that, her pussy was quickly growing insensate, no longer tender, but as weak and relieved as the rest of her. She pushed Peter away and the craving immediately resumed, but not for his tongue. She needed so much more than that. Her cunt was flaring back to life, more sensitive than ever just from the thought of how much more she could have.
She grasped Peter by the throat, pulling him up her body to kiss her, not caring how she tasted herself on his lips. God, how soon would it be until she tasted herself on his cock--until she cleaned his prick of her own lust like she’d once done for T’Challa, both of them showing each other how much they’d appreciated the lust that had stained his manhood in the first place… her by mouthing it clean, him by letting her.
“Now fuck me,” Nikki keened, looking Peter right in the eye to see that he understood her. “I need that big prick of yours and I need it now!”
Peter locked his mouth to Nikki’s, finding ample proof of how heated she’d become in how she returned the kiss. And as her tongue passionately rolled against his, he jerked his hips forward, slamming his manhood into her sex. And as desirous as the kiss had been, somehow the stricken slackness of Nikki’s body as she was overcome by his penetration of her was even better. Her head drifted back, away from his lips, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that hers had rolled back in her head.
He finally reached his limit, every inch of his member inside of her, and with him fully seated in her pussy, Nikki was finally able to absorb how he had impaled her. She cried out in a gurgling howl, not quite pain and not quite pleasure. Despite all her arousal, her tiny cunt could not have been ready for his huge erection. It had completely filled her up, stopping just short of damaging her womanhood. She looked down in disbelief to see that Peter was indeed all the way in, her lips bulging around the massive entry, while his engorged member jerked with enjoyment of her tightness. She could feel him thrumming inside her and knew that his climax could not be far away.
“Don’t come yet!” Nikki moaned, even as her sucking folds sent another message to his cock. “Fuck me first!”
“Easier said than done,” Peter muttered in the kind of aside he’d usually give to KAREN. He felt like moving so much as an inch would be enough to finish him off. The feeling of being virtually shrink-wrapped by her hot, hungry pussy was just too much to withstand.
“Just stay inside me for a little while,” Nikki sighed, kissing him beseechingly. “Don’t move, just leave it in me--shit, shit, you don’t know how good it feels!”
“I have a pretty good idea,” Peter said, groaning himself, as Nikki’s massaging tightness continued to work at him.
Peter kept his breathing as even as he could, closing his eyes, trying feverishly to think of something, anything else. Mr. Stark… Mr. Stark fucking Pepper… T’Challa… T’Challa’s hot sister… Aunt May… that really didn’t help. Every thought eventually had to loop around the decadent, creamy womanhood that was wrapped around his length, cajoling his cum out like a pumping fist. And as her snatch rippled and sucked at his erection, Peter could hear Nikki letting out keening little whimpers of enjoyment, flickering exhortations for more as her sex clenched particularly pleasantly. Even when she managed to suppress those sexy little noises, all her breathy gasps and desperately restrained ecstasy, it was even more sensual than a full-on moaning, screaming porn star.
Peter didn’t know how long he lasted--seconds, minutes--it felt like hours--but finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. His balls felt like they were the size of beach balls. His cock was red-hot steel being hammered on the forge, and his cum was the icy water that would bring sweet relief the moment it flowed from him.
“I’m sorry, but… I have to… I have to!” he panted.
Mounting Nikki, he pistoned down into her, mustering all the self-restraint he could simply to keep from piledriving her through the bed. Instead, they bounced on top of the mattress, hammering it with their bodies, Peter kissing Nikki and tasting her scream as she came.
Then he was sucking at her throat, tasting the salty sweat that coursed from her pores as the two of them mated like vicious animals. Her mouth free, Nikki gave a low and throaty moan, stricken with bliss as her orgasm went on and on. Each time his monstrous erection plunged to the depths of her cunt, a new spasm of release rang out from her loins and poured fuel on the fire of her climax. She dug her elbows into the mattress and thrust herself up against Peter’s barrage, managing to at least have a hand in the ruining of her own cunt.
“Fuck me!” she screamed, enthusiastically pulling him to the furthest reaches of her pussy, accepting every hard thrust like it was deserved punishment for all the lust she had felt for this boy. “Goddamn you, fuck me! Destroy this cunt! I want you to, I fucking want you to!”
The mounting pressure in Peter’s loins was finally impossible to deny. He returned to the recesses of Nikki’s cunt, almost her cervix, and saw her gape as she realized anew just how deep he could go into her. There, fully locked into her pussy, he came in furious gushes. The first spurt jetted down his shaft and shot out of his engorged cockhead with palpable force, rocking the back of Nikki’s snatch.
“Take it!” Peter husked, before his words devolved into ragged, wounded murmurs. “Hnn! Unhhhh…”
Nikki accepted his filling of her, her body trembling with convulsions of its own. Each time his cock poured thick dollops of cum into her already-full womanhood, she cried out in fresh pleasure, again and again, until her lungs seemed like they would burst.
“All of it!” she bellowed, feeling his seed sloshing around her impaled cunt, flowing out of her splayed slit, proof in wonderful excess of how desirable she really was. “Fuck me full… big dick bastard! I want it all…”
Peter’s hips were a blur as he fucked out the remainder of his cum, pounding her body as if in a rage, actually pumping his old cum out of her with each thrust to make a mess of her entire groin and all her thighs. When he was finally too exhausted to pull himself away from her warm flesh even one more time, he fell against her, racked with exhausted contentment, yet aware enough to give her a long, lingering kiss. Tender, in a way. Almost an apology for how completely he had used her up.
Nikki swooned, even as she felt his cum still running from her well-used sex. She was not just desirable… she was a woman who could be fallen in love with. She was a woman, period. For a long time, she’d not even been a whore, and now Peter had built her back up pleasure by pleasure. He’d made her his bitch and now, somehow, she felt like a doted upon lover. It felt almost nostalgic--like she was reliving some childhood fairy tale, not experiencing something fresh and new.
“I was going to marry someone like you,” she panted, tightening her thighs and then finding herself awash in new contentment. “How would you feel about dating an older woman?”
Peter laughed nervously--he was coming back to himself as well. “Yeah… you know, I never did find those files…”
“Who cares about those?” Nikki asked dreamily, lulling her eyes open to fix him with a starry-eyed gaze. “You’ve gotten all dirty, Peter… made a real mess…”
Peter looked down at their conjoined bodies, the sticky morass that he had uncorked in her also smeared across his lap. He might as well be doused in cologne for how the musk surrounded him. “Yeah, how about I take a minute and wash up and you find those files--”
Nikki rolled on top of him, steepling her fingers on his chest as affectionately as a cat kneading at a scratching post. “How about we take a bath together?”
“I don’t have time for a bath--I’ve got the political people waiting for me--” Peter frantically volleyed, trying to inch his way to the edge of the mattress under Nikki’s watchful eye and loving touch. “Wakanda needs me!”
“My body needs you!” Nikki said huskily, then her eyes widened as she felt him brush against her. Looking down, she saw his manhood rising again, as if it’d had hours to recover from its ordeal rather than mere moments. “Oh my God… if I’d known teenage boys had this much stamina, I never would’ve saved myself until college!”
“UHHH,” Peter said, now having his secret identity thrown into the mix as well. If he started giving out his secret to every woman he slept with--well, for one thing, that was apparently far more of a going concern than he would’ve thought, but for another, who knew where it would end? With him retiring his mask and introducing himself by name to all of the Avengers and anyone who could bench-press a sedan?
Nikki made a grab for his crotch and Peter rolled out of the bed, naturally landing on his feet to back away from where she lingered on the mattress like some incredibly hot mess. “Don’t fight it, Peter. Your body knows what it wants.”
“My body wanted Blackarachnia,” Peter pointed out.
Her brow furrowed. “Who?”
“Listen, why don’t you have a rest and we can talk about this later? And I’ll tell Everett that I couldn’t find the files…” And that he had looked for them instead of turning his cock on Everett’s girlfriend like a firehose. “And we can come back around to this later.”
Maybe he was becoming a politician--tabling issues for later instead of resolving them decisively.
Nikki, though, had been put off long enough. “Why don’t you fuck me in the ass, Peter?”
Peter had to think about that one.
“I might’ve known!” a voice boomed, that same strident full-throatedness Peter was used to from Okoye. “You think you can replace my beloved T’Challa, on the throne as well as in the bed of his white whore, but you’re not fit to serve Wakanda!”
As literally foreign as he was to Wakandan politics, Peter did practice good study habits. He recognized the voice as well as the woman stepping out of the shadows. Nakia. Former Dora Milaje turned psycho stalker. Called herself Malice now, probably had a posterboard with a lot of pictures of T’Challa on it.
“When you are dead,” she breathed huskily, “my dear one will have to return!”
Comments
Shendude
Super-hot. Also, while a bit whiplash-y, I like the blending of MCU and 616 elements
I love this series and am glad to see you update it.
