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King of Wakanda update
🕑 Added 2018-02-17 01:00:00 +0000 UTC Nikki Adams undressed along with her boyfriend, Everett K. Ross, preparing for their evening shower. They’ve been taking showers together ever since they’ve moved in with each. It used to be fun, or at least interesting, but lately, it was like he hardly even noticed her presence.As they walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, Nikki thought about, for the first time in months, how attractive Everett really was. Not in a muscular he-man sort of way, but there was just something endearingly cute about his sandy hair, his emphatic expressions, his quick turn-of-phrase. She wondered sadly why he couldn’t make love to her like he used to, with lots of romantic foreplay followed by long, ecstatic fucking. Why did it always have to be so plain these days?
She decided to do something about it. “Here, babe,” she said as he turned the water on, Wakanda’s piping making it instantly hot, “let me soap you.”
She was hoping to get a rise out of Everett as she briskly lathered his body, working down from his narrow shoulders and into his sparse chest hair. Then down his belly, lower and lower until she got to his flaccid manhood. She captured his balls in her slick, soapy hands and gave them a teasing squeeze.
“Hey, quit that,” Everett said. “I’ve got to get back to the office—I have a conference call back home, I can’t be distracted.”
Nikki took her hand back, thinking about how cool he was with her and how he never really responded to her touch. Did she not make love with him as often as she had early in the relationship? No, she didn’t, but that was why. It wasn’t worth it.
She finished up in the shower, washing herself as if she were alone, then flopped onto the bed while Everett changed into fresh clothes and went to his conference call. He didn’t even say goodnight.
Nothing made Nikki more excited than milking a cock. Nothing frustrated her more than not getting anything in return. Still lying flat on the mattress, she untied her robe and opened it up, looking down to her pussy. It even looked unused, somehow.
Everett had used to kiss it and tease it and tickle it before he finally, really went to work on it. He used to worship her body, used to spoil her with his cock. Now what did she have?
Reaching under her mattress, Nikki found her dildo. It wasn’t much, but it was a whole lot better than what Everett was giving her.
***
Peter awoke slowly. A long day full of politics and… other things… had left him too groggy to be fully recovered, especially in the middle of the night. But something was dragging him awake, pushing him reluctantly into consciousness.
The first thing he heard was the musical lilt of one of the Dora Milaje’s accented English. “Okoye said his manhood was enormous.”
“I thought she was exaggerating—but what she told us was not the half of it.” He recognized Aneka’s whispered voice, even half-asleep. “Let us go. If he catches us—“
“If I catch you, what?” Peter asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He finally got them open to see two of the Dora Milaje standing over him, eyes wide and staring.
Then he realized that he was start naked. Ayo—Aneka’s constant companion—had drawn the sheet away. I still drooped from her hand. And, as he’d taken Ramonda’s advice on trying sleeping naked…
Understanding took a moment to seep through his clouded mind. Then his face turned red.
“What are you doing here?” He snatched for the sheet, hauling it back over himself, though Ayo kept a tight hold on her end. “I can’t believe you snuck in her like… like…”
“My apologies, beloved.” Ayo spoke without a trace of embarrassment. “Okoye has spoken with us about your endowment. We were curious to see for ourselves.”
Peter stared, shocked. How would Okoye even… did she guard him in the shower, too, ready to intercede if he slipped on the soap? “Okay, you’ve seen, now do you mind giving a guy some privacy? It’s bad enough that I have to put up with Mrs. Ramonda in here…”
Ayo clenched her fist on his blanket. “Aneka and I are very close.”
“I’m very happy for you. Maybe you should be in your own bed, then.”
“We wish to have a child. Surely the king explained how… difficult such a thing is to be arranged. But when Okoye spoke of how blessed you were by the gods, we wished this blessing for ourselves.”
Before Peter could quite parse what she had said, both women were scooting onto the bed, squirming on either side of him as if he’d somehow agreed to a sleepover party with them.
“You will… indulge us, won’t you, beloved?” Ayo put in, her flesh thrillingly warm among the cool satin sheets. “We know that it may not take the first time…”
“So you shall perform with both of us,” Aneka said, “to double our chances.”
“We will, of course, make it as pleasurable as possible for you.”
“We wouldn’t dream otherwise, my king.”
Peter was numbed by the surrealism of what he had woken up into, but all the weirdness in the world couldn’t keep him from reacting to writhing bodies pressing against him on both sides. Peter felt a familiar ache in his bared cock, a stirring that was rendering it slowly erect.
Ayo noticed too, and gaped. “It is as Okoye said. Never have I seen such an endowment!”
Aneka nodded grimly. “If we are to have dealings with a male… it might as well be with such a pleasing example of it.”
Peter felt his face redden all over again, though by now it was far more than embarrassment he was feelings. The girls were snuggling up against him, one on each side, and he could feel their crisply soft pubic hair on his thighs. In their writhing, their loincloths had ridden up to their waists, and now he found himself looking down at their bare asses. His cock rose even further, standing firm an erect between the two scrumptious pussies nestling against his hips.
“By God,” Aneka exclaimed in soft admiration. “Is there another man in all Wakanda who is blessed like this?”
“I almost hope not,” Ayo said, “for the sake of our sisters. Not all of them have the discipline to best such a challenge.”
Aneka nodded again. “Not all are Dora Milaje.”
Ayo squirmed closer, grinding her sex on his thigh. “It’s even better up close—you can see every vein, even how it throbs. Just look!”
With that, she twisted around, reversing herself so that her knees were by Peter’s head and her eyes were right up beside his stiff erection, wide and unblinking. Peter had a perfect view of her tightly rounded ass, and just a hint of the crevice between her thighs, clad in a soft fringe of moistened fur.
At the same time, Aneka was slipping even closer, her legs parting to close over his thigh and mate herself to his body from her chin on his shoulder to her cunt along his legs. He could feel hot wetness—she was warm all over, but she was only hot in her pussy.
“Hey now,” Peter said, growing more desperate the more he wanted to give in. “T’Challa’s mom is right over there.”
“Not so,” Aneka said. “Behold.”
Peter turned his head and saw a light under the door to the bathroom. He could faintly hear the shower running.
These Dora Milaje sure had good timing.
“It is still growing!” Ayo’s voice was a worshipful mutter. “Perhaps T’Challa made him king as a token of appreciation for us.”
His cock stood at full rigid attention before her; Ayo was stopping herself from reaching out, grabbing that monster, and pulling it into her mouth. He was her king. She had to let him be in charge, in his own time and in his own way.
But her pussy felt so luscious already…
“We Dora Milaje see everything,” Aneka was saying, squeezing tight to Peter’s leg. “We know that Shuri has learned of your prowess.” She gasped slightly as her clit ground against the muscles of his thigh.
“And that the outsider Monica Lynne too received a lesson.” Peter felt Ayo’s exhaled words against his prick. His resolve melted like ice cream on a summer day.
Peter reached down and gave each of the girls a pat, one hand falling on each swelling ass. He barely restrained himself from squeezing both handfuls of firm, rippling flesh—just touching them seemed like taking his life into his hands. “Well,” he said, his engorged cockhead twitching as he felt the sunny warmth of their dusky skin filling his palms, “I’ve always been a big supporter of gay rights. I suppose this would just be… doing my part for the cause.”
He gave Aneka’s ass a tentative squeeze, and with his big hand on her pert, tiny ass, his finger nearly wormed its way into her anus.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, her pussy now veritably flowing against his thigh. “You’re a real ally, beloved.”
Aneka took his wrist and pulled it between her thighs, opening them up to accept his hand on her pussy. Instinctively, Peter’s fingers slid into her slick, wet pussy, finding the spots that turned Aneka’s usually restrained composure into gleaming eyes and a pregnant smile. He touched her G-spot; she gasped and clamped her thighs together, holding his hand in place as Peter continued to stir at her place.
“Ohh!” she panted, hunching forward, shuddering as the ball of his thumb turned her clit into warm friction. “That… that’s so nice!”
Peter just kept going, his finger dipping in and out of her, stroking from deep inside her pussy, over her spot, out to the lips of her sex. She bounced on his hand in a bumping grind, her ass bounding up and down very aesthetically.
His head spinning, Peter decided to pay Ayo the same attention. He kneaded her voluptuous ass, finding far more to work with than he had with Aneka, gliding his fingers into her vale to tease the rim of her asshole with his fingertips.
“Oh, that does feel good!” she squealed, spreading her powerful thighs to give him the full spectacle of her pink anus and slick pussy. “That is just right!”
Peter didn’t hear her. All of his attention was on stroking Ayo’s writhing ass and fingering Aneka’s hot cunt, bringing them both to pitched arousal. But he did notice as Aneka came up onto her knees, still working herself on his hand. In a fluid motion, she stripped off her uniform. She wore nothing underneath. Grinning deviously, she careened down onto Peter. “Now suck my tits,” she ordered huskily. “Enjoy them as much as you like, my king!”
Thrusting the hard-tipped mounds at his mouth, she was soon swaying deliriously as Peter took one nipple between his lips, suckling it hard to the point of torture.
Ayo had the same idea; Peter felt a hot, wet suction around his cockhead. When he looked, Ayo’s head was bobbing up and down, seeing how much and how much more of his cock she could take. Then Aneka moaned, crushing her tit against his mouth, whining pleadingly as he worked a second finger into her gushing sex, a third.
She hunched furiously on his hand, fucking it as hard as she would any other lover. “Oh, yes, that feels good! I—oh, my king, I’m coming! Oh yeah, yes—ahhhh!”
She thrashed in orgasm on his delving hand, and as if in counterpoint, his prick filled with throbbing need between Ayo’s lips. It was like he hadn’t really acknowledged her sucking until now, like she hadn’t really started blowing him until just now.
Abruptly, at the peak of her climax, Aneka twisted up over Peter’s chest so that her pussy hovered just in front of his face. He could see the winking pinkness of the slick flesh inside her cinnamon labia, the red bump of her clit throbbing tautly with erotic tension.
“Eat me, beloved!” she pleaded with new urgency, no longer half-putting on an act to seduce him, but expressing genuine need. “Use your tongue and make me come even better! I can’t wait any longer!”
Peter felt his mouth watering. Perhaps that was the signal Aneka needed to hunch down, pressing her needful cunt to his face. His tongue shot out and she wailed loudly in bliss, undulating her insatiable sex into the perfect rhythm of his lapping tongue. Her juices flowed from her like Peter had tapped a hidden reservoir, and he gulped down more and more of it, always licking away at more.
“By the Panther God, that’s it!” she cried, working herself frantically against his tongue. “You are fucking me with your tongue! Oh, I am fucked by a tongue! Yes! Faster! It’s so damned good!”
Even as she begged, Peter was dimly aware that Ayo’s mouth had released his aching cock. For a moment, he worried that Aneka’s lover had taken offense to how well his ministrations were being received. From what he’d gathered, Wakandans could be downright Klingon when it came to matters of honor, and you never knew what those matters were until you’d, say, gone down on someone’s lesbian lover.
Then he felt something even better surrounded his purpling cockhead.
Twisting his head slightly, he was just able to look past Aneka’s narrow waist to see Ayo easing herself down on his manhood, her stoic face now wrenched with lust. He buried a frustrated moan in Aneka’s pussy, stabbing his tongue deep inside her as Ayo did the same with his cock, pumping it into her tight sex.
“His prick is so big!” Ayo wailed, coming down on him with a fervor that had her breasts bouncing heavily. “I think! I’m coming already! Annnhhhh! I could fuck it forever!”
They had become one heaving mass of unified bodies, the two women filling the room with their cries of utter bliss as they gyrated on Peter, perfectly following the pleasuring rhythm of his tongue and cock.
Aneka was the first to come, clenching her powerful thighs on Peter’s head and grinding down furiously with her cunt. Ayo, as always, had watchful eyes for her sweetheart.
“Come in his mouth!” she cried. “Come all over his face!”
Aneka swayed luxuriantly as she—as always—followed Aneka’s instructions. She gushed her juices into his open mouth and across Peter’s flushed face, and still he lapped up her cream, lapping up all the satisfaction from her satiated pussy.
An instant later, Ayo was splayed across Peter’s lap, her pussy wide open to take his prick to the base as she screamed in blissful completion. “I am fucked! You have fucked me! You have fucked us both!”
Her legs were spread so far apart that they were not straddling Peter, but lifted up to either side of him like a gymnast halfway through a routine. But Ayo evinced no skillful concentration; she was lolling in gurgling satiation as Peter’s body clenched up, unloading into her the urgent build-up of cum that had expanded his balls so fully.
Peter gave a loud, hoarse groan, spilling Aneka’s juices down his cheeks, as he erupted in shuddering spasms that delivered his seed up into Ayo’s clenching sex. He flooded her, returning the delicious favor that Aneka had done him.
Then, though she was quivering so hard she could barely move, Aneka was sliding from his tongue and pushing Ayo aside. “I’ve got to have his cock too! Give me your cum, beloved! Don’t let Ayo have it all! My king, pleeeease!”
In the midst of his gulping bursts, Peter felt Ayo slip away—the girl collapsing limply where Aneka dropped her—and her erstwhile lover had Peter’s manhood in hand, guiding it into her pussy before another explosion of cum could fly out of him.
“I AM HIS!” Aneka screamed shrilly, holding herself down with a tight grip on Peter’s hips as he lunged up into her, heaving his cock into her cunt with violent undulations of his body. He was fucking her so hard that she was almost bucked clear of him, but that just added to her pleasure. “HE IS TAKING ME!”
Sobbing in pure release, she took all of him, cock and cum alike. When the dregs of his ejaculation had struck home in her hungry pussy, she swayed with what little energy she had left, trying to milk out just a few more precious drops.
“That was…” she let out a very uncharacteristic giggle. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. Okoye was right. You have a wonderful cock. As soon as it’s hard again, use it on me again. Show me the ecstasies you visited upon Ayo. No… I won’t wait at all!”
With that, she twisted around and started licking his limp cock clean, gulping down all she could of the trio’s mixed juices, before she fastened her plump lips around his cockhead and urged his cock back toward stiffness.
Peter looked frantically at Ayo, wondering if the whole Klingon thing would have her take exception to how her lover was going full porn star on him, but from the purring sound she was making—it was a couples thing. “If you fuck her good, you can fuck me again after. Wherever you want, too.” The way she shook her hips showed she knew exactly what she was offering with that statement. “Because if I am not pregnant after our first congress, I must be barren.”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but scooted up and covered his lips with her own, her small, eager tongue darting into her mouth, the woman moaning as she tasted the familiar delicacy of Aneka’s juices on his tongue.
His cock was beginning to harden again, almost instantly, and as they worked together to make it even stiffer, Peter knew nothing could stop him from accepting Ayo’s generous offer.
Nothing, perhaps, except the shower in the bathroom shutting off as Ramonda finished washing herself.
