Lamu Island was known for its secluded white-sand beaches, lush scenery, and historical Swahili culture. Following Ororo's buy-out of the island and complete ownership, half of the island became hers to exclusively rule. Hers to paint and grow and build on.
In this case, a giant castle was stuck in the middle of it. After getting out of the train, plenty of walking was involved. Plenty of, ahem, swinging.
"Jealous, Stark?" Ororo teased, looking back over her shoulder. The billionaire just huffed.
"Shut up."
"Big dick privilege exists and I support it."
"Please, shut up."
Jesus, this woman was thirsty. And a tad obnoxious, albeit only toward Stark. The princess had not released Felix either and was constantly praising his, ahem, size. Stark looked just about ready to kick her ass.
Not that it mattered. The castle was looming closer.
'Symbiote? Herbie? Still within phone distance, right? Analyze anything and everything you can ahead of you.'
The castle itself was carved from pale limestone. It gave off quite a glow. A series of turrets and towers, topped with domes covered in lapis lazuli and gold, pierced the sky, visible from anywhere on the island.
A massive ebony-wood bridge, reinforced with Vibranium plating, served as the pathway to the main gate of the castle, flanked by elite royal guards clad in flowing white and gold robes.
They were allowed through. All that was left was the last gate and the last guard. Samantha stopped first. For a fraction of a second, Felix's Spider-Sense went off.
"M'Baku!" Princess Ororo called out, smiling and waving. "It is I!"
"Hm."
Felix was instantly told who this was. The Symbiote scanned the final guard's face, sending the data to Herbie, who received the message and returned a name.
'This isss M'Baku of Wakanda. He is…strong. For a human.'
Sheesh.
"Sheesh," Luke said aloud.
"Big ass dick. Damn," Monica remarked, surprised and immediately stealing glances between the males to compare.
Carol did not blink. Hands behind her, she was as professional as ever.
M'Baku was unquestionably the largest human being Felix had ever met. Hell, the largest human anyone here had ever met. There was Luke, there was that NBA player Piper, then there was M'Baku. Standing at seven-foot-eight and over four hundred pounds, he was a monster of a human.
"What the hell did your parents feed you?" Stark commented, gobsmacked. Ordinarily, he might have whistled but not with this giant. "How tall are you?"
"..."
No answer. It seemed he only acknowledged the princess.
"Seven foot eight," Ororo replied in his stead.
"That's taller than any NBA player in history," Luke murmured.
Buff and tall and hung like a horse to boot. Super intimidating for any male with pride.
"Look at that, M'Baku!" Ororo playfully gestured between Felix and M'Baku. "You've met your equal!"
"..."
No response. The last guard of the castle did not care. It was a matter of millimeters, really. Maybe Felix was bigger, maybe M'Baku was, who knows? That wasn't the thought Felix focused on.
'Wow. Holy shit. Was he born with that? I got a couple upgrades from the spider-bite and Extremis but this guy…is he all natural? That's nuts But that also begs the question: why is someone from Wakanda here?'
M'Baku was no ordinary warrior, that much was for certain.
"Brother, are you kidding me?" Luke covered his face, muttering. "How come the biggest schlongs in human history all have to appear when I'm around?"
"I second that," Stark grumbled.
"This here is Wakanda's greatest warrior. He—"
"Captain America," M'baku greeted. "We meet again."
Samantha stepped up to face him. Her gaze was locked to his face.
"M'Baku."
Princess Ororo was taken aback. "Oh? You two know each other?"
"T'Challa gave him to you, didn't he?" Samantha said, never breaking eye contact. "This man attempted to assassinate the king."
Wait, what?
"Oh, yes. He did tell me rubbish of that sort." Princess Ororo shrugged. "That's what the heart collar is for."
Felix glanced over. "Heart collar?"
"A little device strung around his heart to keep him in check. I've never had to use it though."
The mention of the king stirred something in M'Baku. He spoke, his voice unnaturally deep and gravelly. It was then Felix noted a mark on his throat. "T'Challa put it in me after I attempted to overthrow the weak king. And I was stopped. By Captain America. I wonder…" He looked her up and down. Her nude figure was attractive, from her big tits to her pussy, yet that was not what he sought. "How would you fair against me without that shield?"
"Just the same, I presume."
Ororo laughed at the tense interactions. "A woman whose strength was born of science gifted to her and a man who hunted down the legendary white gorilla and bathed in its blood and flesh. Science versus myth."
"W-white gorilla?" Felix questioned.
Princess Ororo seemed to realize she got too excited and redirected the conversation. "Ah, a story for another time. You, my dear Felix, are my honoured guest! As for the riff-raffs…" Ororo shooed them with a dismissive hand gesture. "Go to the east wing, please."
"No," Carol said, eyes narrowed. Her chest made quite a jiggle as she stepped up. "Felix must stay within our eyeview."
"Oh, don't get your tits in a twist, big tits," Ororo said. "The east wing is where I keep some of my best men. Have some fun."
Stark and Killmonger perked up at that. The Defenders did not.
"That is not the point," Carol snapped back.
"Agreed," Luke said. "You have your guys, he should us."
Samantha raised a hand and stopped Luke. "As the princess says."
"But Captain…"
"Captain..."
Samantha gave Luke and Carol a look.
"Come on, man." Killmonger elbowed Luke. "Relax! Have some fun! I bet she has some nice chicks there too."
Stark smirked. "You won't have to bet; Ororo only picks the best."
"Great then!" Grabbing Felix's arm and smiling, Princess Ororo took him inside him first. The others would take to the other side of the castle. There was a reason the captain was fine with this arrangement.
'Ororo really hasn't noticed, huh?'
Rouge wasn't here. The SHIELD agent was gone.
Felix was never alone. Never would be.
***
These were literally the fanciest robes he had ever seen. Navy blue, burgundy blue, red, scarlet red, the colour coding of the robes were in the hundreds.
"Although it would be nice to have boxers…"
It was like she was expecting to walk around with his dick hanging. Nope, no. Sexy time was sexy time, plot was plot. Felix fetched and put on a black robe with the Symbiote immediately fusing with the material and purring.
'Black. Our favourite colour.'
'You're welcome.'
He doubly made sure to tie the belt of the robes. Again, there was only so much dick hanging he could take. He was a pretty confident guy but not that confident.
There was a knock on the window. Felix had been waiting for her. No need to open it, he simply greeted as he tugged on his black robes' sleeves.
"Hey, Rouge."
"Did you see that guy at the front gate? He's as big as you!" Rouge was seated with her legs and arms crossed. "You two should get into porn, make some money. The BBC-BWC duo, I say!"
"Please shut up."
"Aw, are you gonna make me?"
Felix sighed. This woman…
"Look, just keep scouting the area."
"And leave you and Ororo alone? Hell no. The captain would kill me."
"She won't know because she's too busy glaring daggers at M'Baku. Just go, I'll be fine. Ororo and I know what this is really about. Why do you think she sent away Stark?"
"Point taken. What does Stark want from here?"
"Likely to do with an old project of his." Specifically Project JARVIS. After spending billions, Felix hacked into it, corrupted the software, and then Gwen Stacy destroyed all the hardware. Tens of billions of dollars and decades of work gone. "Wouldn't be surprised if he lost something during Creature Z's rampage."
"Ahh, that makes sense." Rouge sat on the open window. Her Adamantium claws were out. They must have been great for climbing. Oh, and for splitting open her own wrist. She healed fast and not too much blood spilled. From inside her own flesh, she brought out a digital watch and an earbud.
"That's…disgusting."
Rouge shrugged. "Gotta have back-up stuff somewhere."
'So she has other places where she keeps stuff? Ew.' At the same time, he could sympathize. The best way to hide things was inside one's body. 'Symbiote, are you and Herbie still in contact?'
The phone that acted as the speaker between himself and Herbie was left on the yacht. He had no idea of its movements. He could only guess via the Symbiote.
'Yess. Yesss, we are. The upgrades you made to the phone worked.'
So to compensate, Felix amplified the phone's range to be able to send and receive signals in a ten kilometer radius. It was working, it seemed. All the information in the world was still at his fingertips.
"Rouge," Felix called out. "Would you do me a favour? Could you do some specific scouting for me?"
"Go on."
"It may be of use to SHIELD," Felix said. "I suspect that M'Baku is a super soldier like Captain America. How he received his powers, however, are not known—and I suspect this knowledge is what T'Challa seeks from him."
"You believe the king wants Ororo to experiment and figure out what makes him tick."
"Yes. If my theory is correct, then—"
"There must be a laboratory and scientists somewhere here. Given there is a town, ski hill, and whatever the fuck else, that makes sense. This island has hiding spots in spades. Hm. It is a bit strange that King T'Challa would entrust this to a princess of another knowledge."
'Emma mentioned that whatever Ororo has on him, it's not something for her to say. It's not sexual or humiliating then. So what could it be?'
"The princess is arriving." Rouge shot him a grin. "Good luck."
She returned to the window and dropped down, disappearing from view. Knock, knock. "Dr. Faeth~!" came the sing-song call of Princess Ororo. "I'm coming in~"
The fancy door opened and in walked a black woman with long, puffy white hair and sexy black lingerie. The type that was see-through and connected with vertical belts. The lingerie was one thing and her hourglass was another. Ororo had a fat fucking ass. Like…way fatter than he expected. Maybe it was a natural arch, maybe it was the lingerie, but it was hypnotic. It worked.
Felix was so glad he was wearing robes right now.
What was the first thing this attractive, erotic woman did?
She walked up to the mirror and checked herself out.
[ Storm #4 (2024) ]
"Um."
Ororo reached forward, as if to kiss him, only to grab the belt of his robe and untie it.
"It's gender equality, my hung white friend. Women always have to be strippers with their tits out. For tonight, it will be the man who proudly lets their jewels hang out."
"..."
Smirking, dripping with the arrogance of a woman that been spoiled all her life, she took his hand and brought him downstairs. A long dinner table with more food than he could smell lay out in front of him. Literally everything he could ask for was here: lobsters, crabs, beef, chicken, fruits, and veggies. All plated, all cooked in fancy ways.
Ororo took one end of the long table, which must have been five metres long. Felix went to the other side. A chandelier and a plethora of food between them, Felix almost thought he was hallucinating. The food looked and smelled phenomenal and the inside of the castle was sublime.
He picked up his spoon and fork. Felix did a double-take.
'Emma told me about this but Jesus Christ—Vibranium spoons!? She has way too much money on her hands!'
"Please, dig in," said Ororo. He did. He took a piece of chicken and ate it all fancy-like. "So? What do you think?"
"It's…amazing."
Probably the best restaurant food he had ever eaten. As good as Rio's food, he was being honest with himself. It was just a delight. Where Rio's was home, this was expensive. His tastebuds loved it.
'Tasty…!'
'Even you love it, huh?'
Ororo laughed and ate. She was always eyeing, always making sure he was happy, and always pointing out stuff for him to eat. Given his biology, stuffing himself with literally everything would be no issue. Felix took his time. He had negotiations to tend to.
Specifically, the purchase of Vibranium.
"You know why I'm here," Felix stated plainly.
"Mhmh." She chewed on the juicy steak. "You want to buy my Vibranium supply."
"Yours or T'Challa's?"
"Mine. After so many years, I have my own hoard. See, Vibranium can be found in two locations: Wakanda and Antarctica. The latter is quite impossible. Deep in the sea and underground where no man or machine may come. Ah, there is Living Vibranium, have you ever heard of it, Doctor?"
"No."
"I thought not. It is a sacred metal of the Dora Milaje. Perhaps…"
Ororo dropped her utensils and her arms formed into a heart-shaped that she put her face on. A certain smile spread across her lovely face.
"You'd like to fuck it out of me?"
(**R18 Start**)
"Haa…"
Felix sighed and smiled all at the same time. Suddenly, he was up and walking to meet her. The princess herself sat at her end, leaning back and giggling. Her eyes darted down to his cock. Hung like a horse, like M'Baku, except of a lighter shade. A white shade.
This was not a big black cock of Africa. This was a white cock from the Americas. This was the best they could offer.
First thing Ororo did? She cupped his balls. Stroked that sack as she smirked up at him. "Mm, very heavy. Your cocks might be similar but your balls are much heavier than his."
"M'Baku."
"Mhm. I've fucked all kinds of men but no one is as hung as him. Until I met you." Nice, cute strokes, following up a trace of his white dong. The contrast in skin tone was delicious. Ororo was black-black, not a light shade of brown, but a proper black woman from Africa. The Princess was of royal blood and represented the best of her people.
Felix was not the best of his people. He was not some white man, he was Spider-Man. He was more than human. He was simply superior in every physical regard.
His white cock twitched. Ororo's fingers drew circles on the downward pointed tip.
The way she went back and stroked his balls in her hand, simply delightful. Almost carrying it like they were worthy family jewels. "I don't allow men to cum on me or in me. So be mindful of that."
"Trust me," Felix said, a hand on his hip, "you'll be begging for me to reconsider that rule."
Ororo chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Well, the moment has arrived." She hooked her fingers around his cock and jerked his cock. The white monster sprang to attention, thick and throbbing, the pale shaft standing in stark contrast to her existence. She let out a slow, appreciative breath, her eyes widening just enough to let him know she was impressed.
His cock was fucking massive and went past her face, blocking her eyes.
"Fucking hell," Ororo commented, laughing. Her fingers traced the most primary thick vein that ran its length. "You're even bigger than I imagined."
"The biggest, I hope."
A look up and a wink. "Just by a bit."
"Glad to see I've won every comparison so far."
"Oh, Felix," she said, her tone dripping with mock pity. "I've been thinking about this since the moment you walked into my castle." She wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm but not tight, and gave a slow, experimental stroke. His cock pulsed in her hand, and she let out a soft laugh. "So responsive. I like that."
She stood up, pushing her chair back, and sank to her knees. Her tongue flicked out to lick a stripe up the side of his shaft. The taste of him, musky and masculine, made her shiver. "You're going to have to be strong for me," she said. "I'm not going to make this easy for you."
"Bold words."
"Not bold—it's experience talking. I've fucked more men and women than you ever will in a lifetime."
"We'll see about that…"
The competition began.
The Princess of Kenya versus Spider-Man.
Black woman versus big white cock.
Her strokes were damn slow to start. Each one designed to have that special grip that seemed to want to extract baby batter.
'She's definitely different. Right off the bat, I can tell.'
She alternated between tight squeezes and light, teasing touches, her rhythm unpredictable, maddening. Every so often, she would pause to lick her palm, the slickness of her saliva making her movements even more tantalizing.
Suddenly, Felix was on the back step. F-fuck! Fuck, fuck! This was…good god!
One hand left his cock.
She was smirking. She was cocky. She was jerking him off with utmost perfection. She may have been on her knees but she possessed total control here. His balls tightened.
'F-fuck! Don't cum! Not yet!'
Ororo laughed, her free hand trailing up his chest. "Not yet, darling. We're just getting started." Her lips brushed against the head of his cock as she spoke. "But if you think this is intense, just wait until I really get going."
"Y-you…!"
Casually, arrogantly, her lips parted open into an O-shape and took every inch of his cock in one fell swoop. Nobody had ever done that. It was easy, it was nothing to her.
'Just what the hell kind of fucking has she been doing on this island!?'
Her tongue licked his balls. She did on purpose, a show of dominance, that his size meant nothing to her. BWC was nothing to her.
She retreated, every inch bulging in her throat. Her tongue proceeded to swirl around the sensitive tip before she pulled back, leaving him gasping. Her one hand resumed its rhythm, not bothering to use her second hand, her grip tightening as she focused on the head, her thumb circling the slit where a bead of precum had formed.
Schlap, schlap, schalp!
Her saliva was just perfect lubricant.
"Aw, gonna cum? Sorry, white boy, but I'm not done with you yet."
Felix groaned, his head falling back as her hand moved faster, her strokes becoming better. She could feel his cock twitching in her hand, could see the way his muscles tensed as he fought against the inevitable. But Ororo Munroe was a master of her craft, and she wasn't about to let him off that easily.
"You're going to hold it," she commanded. "You're going to hold it until I say you can let go."
"Princess—!"
"Shh," Ororo interrupted, her hand never stopping its relentless pace. "Don't speak. Just feel."
And Felix did. Every stroke, every squeeze, every flick of her wrist sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, building him higher and higher until he thought he might explode. But Ororo was in control, her hand a relentless force that pushed him to the brink... and then held him there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"I told you," Ororo said. "Nobody is allowed to cum on me."
His cock raged and protested. Cum sputtered out in huge globs.
"Such an active cock~! Like a volcano!" Ororo gave a kiss. "But as a princess, I cannot let some random white cock taint me."
Ororo's eyes gleamed with mischief as she slowly rose from her knees, her hand still wrapped firmly around Felix's throbbing cock. She tilted her head, her cloud of white hair giving her an almost ethereal aura. "Follow me," she commanded.
His balls tightened. They wanted to cum. They wanted to burst.
Only this woman could give it so he obeyed.
Ororo smirked, her hand tightening around him as she guided him toward the window that overlooked the stormy night outside. "Bend over."
Felix's hands instinctively reached for the window frame, his fingers curling around the cold metal as he stared out into the darkness. The storm outside mirrored the one brewing within him, the wind howling and rain lashing against the glass. Ororo pressed herself against his back, her body molding perfectly to his. Her free hand trailed down his spine, sending shivers through him, before settling on his ass. She gave it a firm squeeze which then went to his fat cock. It was touching the window, pulsating angrily.
From behind, she gave a handjob. From behind, cock pointed to the window, she wanted him to cum.
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
"You like that, don't you?" she teased, her voice a purr as she began to stroke him fast, never bothering to go slow. Her singular hand gliding up and down his length with expert precision, not quite reaching the tip due to their positions yet boldly effective. "You like being at my mercy."
Felix's grip on the window frame tightened, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Ororo—" he started, but she cut him off with a sharp squeeze of his ass.
"Shh," Ororo hissed, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "I don't want to hear a word from you. Just feel. Let your cock become a storm."
Her hand on his cock began to move with a purpose now, her strokes alternating between slow and teasing to fast and demanding. She could feel him thickening in her grip, his cock responding eagerly to her touch. Ororo's eyes narrowed as she watched the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched every time her hand reached the sensitive tip. She leaned in closer, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered, "You feel so good in my hand, Felix. So hard, so desperate. I can feel how much you want me."
"Come on," Ororo taunted. "Do you want me to make you cum? Is that it?"
"Ngghh!"
Ororo's other hand moved from his ass to the small of his back, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin as she continued to whisper dirty, tantalizing words into his ear. "You're mine, Felix. All mine. And I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have in your life. But you're going to wait for me. You're going to cum until I say so."
Her hand moved faster now, her grip tightening as she worked him over with a skill that left him breathless. Ororo's tongue darted out to lick her lips, her eyes locked on the way his cock throbbed in her hand. "You're so close, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "Fine. I'll allow it. Cum. Cum."
Felix's body convulsed as he finally, finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. His cock throbbed in her hand as he erupted, his release spilling over her fingers and rocketing onto the window. Splashes of cum landing on the window, the railing, and the life.
All that white cum wasted.
She milked every last drop from him too. Ororo's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she watched him come undone, her hand never stopping until he was completely spent.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "That's my good boy."
Rain lashed against the glass, the wind howling like a beast unleashed. Lightning split the sky, illuminating the room in brief flashes of white light. Ororo's breath was warm against his neck as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear.
"Watch the storm," she whispered. "Feel its power. It's nothing compared to mine. I can make you rich. I can make you royalty."
"..."
He was turned, meeting an Ororo already on her knees behind him, his cock twitched back to life, eager for more. Her fingers traced the immense girth of his white crown.
"Still so hard," Ororo murmured. "No refractory period? That's rare." A laugh escaped her. "Are you a super soldier or something? I've never seen such a big cock not go limp after cumming."
"..."
Ororo, smiling and arrogant, began her clean-up. Her tongue traced the tip of white crown, followed up by a complete deepthroat. Her lips were like velvet, her tongue swirling around him with a skill that left him breathless. She took him all the way down.
Her eyes locked with his, dark and unwavering, as she sucked him with a voracious hunger that made his cock pulse in her mouth. Ororo pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped around him, and her hand moved to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach.
"You're big," she said, her voice muffled but still teasing. "Too big for me, I think."
"..."
Ororo's eyes narrowed and she released him with a soft pop. "What, cat got your tongue?"
Felix just smirked and relaxed on the window, arms crossed. "It's nothing. Just do your best."
It…didn't make sense. She dominated him. He couldn't last long against her technique, it was impossible. So what was this confidence? Why did he cross his arms as if her lips served him?
Ororo's lips curled into a wicked smile and her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock. "You damn white boys. Always so cocky, aren't you? I'll be getting you to squeal."
She took him back into her mouth, this time with a ferocity that almost made Felix's head spin. Her hand worked in tandem with her lips, stroking and sucking with a rhythm that had him teetering on the edge. She hollowed her cheeks, the pressure increasing as she took him deeper, and Felix's smile grew.
"You're right," he heaved out. "I'm not goin to last."
She pulled back again, her lips glistening with saliva. "You'll last as long as I want you to," she said, her voice firm but laced with a sultry promise.
But he didn't. She sucked him off. She deepthroated. Jerked him off. But he just didn't cum as fast as she wanted him to.
"Cum," she ordered.
"Sorry," Felix said, "but I've already adapted."
"Don't be ridiculous!"
Taking a deep breath, her lips became O-shaped and gulped up his cock. The storm outside still raged, but all he could focus on was the storm in her eyes, the one that promised there was more to come.
"Haaah!"
Ororo needed air and ripped herself from his godly white cock. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't cumming. It wasn't tamed.
"How about we sit down and give you another chance?"
Felix walked past her. He walked past her as though he possessed the same level of authority. Her temper flared up. Felix sat on his chair like a king. Arms flat on the armrests and cock pointed upwards. His balls were big, pooled on the seat, and packed with testicles that a woman could swim in.
Ororo puffed out her chest and marched on.
She climbed onto his lap with effortless elegance, her legs straddling him as she settled her weight onto his thighs. Her black lingerie hugged her curves like a second skin, the delicate fabric doing little to conceal the heat emanating from her body. Felix's hands instinctively reached for her hips, but she lightly slapped them away, her smirk widening.
"No," Ororo said, leaning in until her lips brushed against his ear. "You don't touch me unless I say so."
"Oh?"
Felix's smirk never went away. He was more than okay with playing along with the princess' games. She didn't realize it but she had already lost.
The black princess just didn't know it.
She shifted until her ass brushing against the hardness beneath her. Felix bit back a groan, his hands gripping the arms of the chair instead.
"I want to feel you. Your cock against my ass. No penetration. Just the sensation of you between my cheeks."
She ground against him slowly, her cheeks going up and down. It was genuinely maddening and caught him by surprise. Felix's jaw clenched as he fought to keep his composure, but it was nearly impossible with her black ass cheeks pressing into him.
Ororo Munroe—princess, billionaire, and sex fiend—was, in every sense of the word, regal. Her mere presence could command respect, fear, or devotion. One glare and entire armies might rethink their life choices. One smile and the clouds themselves might part in bashful admiration.
But none of that held a candle to the sheer, breathtaking majesty of her butt.
Seriously. If you were composing a symphony dedicated to natural wonders—Niagara Falls, the Grand Canyon, the Northern Lights—you'd have to reserve an entire movement for the phenomenon that was Storm's black booty.
Ororo's figure wasn't just athletic; it was divine. Her butt was the perfect balance between power and elegance, like the well-toned glutes of a world-class track sprinter who also happened to be royalty. Ororo's was pure sprinting goddess meets Amazon queen.
She trained—no, sorry, she fucked. That was her exercise, constantly fucking and shaping those black booty cheeks. She knew what she could do with her ass without fucking.
Ororo's hands slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Mm, you train, don't you?"
Felix, however, soon smirked. Like…like he adapted to her. It was impossible. He was hiding. Lying.
Ororo increased her pace, her ass grinding against him with a rhythm that was both torturous and intoxicating. His cock throbbed. Pre-cum more than certainly spewed out. Ororo's lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt him hardening even more beneath her.
"That's it," she coaxed, her voice dripping with approval. "Let me feel how desperate you are for me."
"Desperate?" Felix laughed. "Don't tell me this is the best you got?"
Shocked by his response, his lips were suddenly on hers, deep and demanding. Her hands moved to his hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that left him breathless.
She pulled back slightly, her lips still hovering over his. "You little white boy. You think you can tame me?"
"Definitely."
Felix grabbed her by the waist. There was no protest as she was swiftly bent over on the dinner. Behind her, Felix Faeth teased her dripping wet cunt with his cock.
"Look at that," he said, "there really was a hole in your lingerie. I thought I imagined it."
"You…you really dare?"
It was a weak protest. Bent over like this, fat ass jutting, there was only one outcome.
Slap!
"You wanted this from the start. You wanted me to fuck the shit of you. How it happens is up to me, not you." Another slap. Her ass jiggled and it took some seconds for the jiggles to stop. "Since you could deepthroat so easily, you could probably do the same with your pussy, right?"
"Ha! Do your worst—"
CLAP!
Black cock. White cock. Japanese cock. Ororo tasted and took all. She wanted a bite out of every fruit and ethnicity. She was greedy like the male royalty before her. The same way they took on concubines, she too took on lovers. Never marrying and just fucking.
Tonight, when this massive cock entered her, she realized it was time to stop.
This white cock was superior to all other cocks. It was like a spell, like a snap in her brain. A lock that was unlocked.
Ororo barely managed to moan when she felt him pull out almost entirely, only to slam back into her with a force that made her knees buckle. "Felix!" she cried, her stormy personality flaring as she arched her back.
She was at her mercy.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Three thrust and she was cumming.
Holy fuck. Holy FUCK!
She couldn't speak. What was this?
"T-t-t-this white COCK!"
"What's wrong?"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Too much?"
She was a goddess to some of her people. A princess to the world. There was no way some random scientist from America should be fucking her like this.
Seven thrusts.
How many times had she orgasmed? How far back did her eyes roll back?
It…it didn't make sense.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Pussy juice fell in heaps. It…it just didn't make sense! "This cock, this cock, thiscockthiscock—!" She chanted it like a woman that had lost her mind. "THIS BIG WHITE COCKKK~! THIS AMERICAN COCKKK!"
Felix smirked, his hands gripping the curve of her ass tightly. That jiggly ebony skin tho. Absolutely exquisite. "You're taking it so well, princess. But we both know you can handle more, don't we? Want me to fuck faster?
He stopped. He ceased.
She was fucking salivating like a dog. She was bent over, black ass having a white cock buried balls-deep. For all intents and purposes, this was treason. This was…this was…
"Shooo gshkkkll…"
She could barely speak her mind. Her words were failing her. Her mind and her throat was overheating. Tears spilled from her cheeks.
"S-sho good…!"
"Oh, come on. Give me a better response than that!"
Thrust! Gasp, moan, and whimper.
"F-fasshhhhsteer!" Ororo cried out, words slushing together. "FUCK ME FASSSHHHTEEER!"
He began to piston into her not as Felix Faeth but Spider-Man. Her ebony ass cheeks clapped. Her womb was pushed up. She had experienced men before, big men, but this—Felix—was something else entirely. His cock was a thing of wonder, thick and unyielding, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible.
Head tilted back, she regained control, experience kicking in. Her ass began to slam back at him. Her eyes gained that light of insanity and logic.
"Yes… yes!" Ororo screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the castle. "Harder! White boy, fuck harder!"
Felix laughed. "You have a fat ass. Of course I'm going to fuck you heard." Gripping her black ass tightly, his pace became frenzied. In three thrusts, Ororo went from gaining some control to no control.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He chose doggy-style for a reason. If this was a blowjob or if she had been riding, Ororo had the advantage.
But when it came to pounding a woman from behind, there was no man in the world better than Felix Faeth. His hefty balls slapped against her black ass.
Those fat balls that she praised.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He had no idea whether M'Baku fucked her, but if he did, it was definitely not like this. Not with that expression on her face or the lewd claps of her booty.
The dining table creaked, the silverware clattering to the floor. Ororo's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing as she tried to match his rhythm.
"I-I cannnn't! You're fucking me too hard! I can't! I can't!"
"You can't what?"
"STOP CUMMIIING! I CAN'T! I LOVE IT! I LOVE THIS COCK! THIS WHITE COCKKK!!!"
He slapped that ass and enjoyed the jiggle. Ororo was a screamer. There was more coming and more cumming.
"Shhho deeep! Hnngfh! I can't believe a cock can go SO DEEP!" Ororo cried, her voice cracking as she reached back to grip his thigh, her nails digging into his skin. "I've never… oh gods… never felt anything like this!" Her words were punctuated by guttural moan after guttural moan. "I'VE NEVER FUCKED COCK LIKE THIS COCK LIKE THISSSH! IT'S DRIVING MR CRAZY!"
Felix mercilessly angled himself just right, hitting a spot over and over that made her see white. All that reminded her of was—
"THIS BIG WHITE COCK! THIS BWC! FUCK, FUCK, FUCCKKKK!!"
Via a combination of his Spider-Sense and honed instincts, Felix's thrusts turned even more precise, more punishing. He fucked fast and hard.
There was Felix who fucked chicks with the limitations of a human. Then there was Spider-Man who could break the sound barrier. Only with Rio had he needed to tap into his Spidey-self.
Ororo became the second and she went from a princess into a slut. More pussy juice leaked from her than three chicks combined. She was damn wet and might have been loose to the average man.
Not Felix.
"Your white cocccck! It's making my pussy so tight! My royal cunt! Y-you can't just fuck it! You caaan't!" Ororo let out a loud whimper. "YOU CAAANN'T! YOU CAN'T KEEP MAKING ME CUMMM~!"
"That's right, slut. You're mine now. This hole,"—he punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust—"belongs to me."
Ororo's response was a wordless scream, the ebony woman convulsing. "CUMMMMIIIIING~!!" She could feel herself losing control, her pussy reacting to this giant cock. The windows of the dining hall rattled as a gust of wind swept through the room, the candle flames flickering wildly. Felix didn't seem to care; if anything, it only spurred him on.
His hips snapped against her booty with a brutal pace. "Come on! I want to see your ass clap!"
And her ass did. Her moans turned into primal screams, her body trembling as she was pushed to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. The storm inside her mirrored the one outside, thunder rolling in the distance as rain began to pound against the castle walls.
Felix's grip on her hips tightened. His white balls decided they had enough. It was time to creampie her African pussy.
"So how is it?"
"The best! THE BEST! THE BEST COCK!"
That back arched like a slut's would. Wonderful.
"Say it, Ororo. Say you're mine."
"N-no!" she cried, her voice breaking as she felt him swell inside her. "I-I wont! Not yet! N-not to a white cock! T-this royal pussy! This is royalty! I am ROYALTY!"
With a guttural roar, Felix slammed into her one final time, his body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside her. Ororo's scream echoed through the castle and was thoroughly overwhelmed by the sheer force of her own orgasm. The storm outside reached its peak, lightning splitting the sky as the two of them clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps.
For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the rain pelting against the windows. Disappointed, Felix slowly pulled out of her, his hands still gripping her hips. He watched his ridiculously thick seed plop onto the floor.
"You were made for this, Ororo. Made for me."
He stroked his lengthy erection with one hand.
"N-nnngh…!"
Ororo's legs gave out and she collapsed onto the table, her legs still trembling with aftershocks. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but one thought stood out above all others: She had never felt so utterly conquered.
"Get up," he commanded. "We're not done yet."
Ororo turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. "Y-you white colonizing bastard," she heaved out, hoarse from screaming. "You think a big cock and fat balls will bring me down? I fucked a whole battalion of American soldiers last month. You…you are nothing but a doctor."
Drip, drip, drip. Thick white seed from a monstrous white cock. Ororo looked like she couldn't even believe her own words. Her gaze flicked between his cock and his eyes, her throat bobbing nervously.
"Come on," he said. "If I'm nothing but a doctor, then stand up. Prove it."
The tables were turned. It was the white man challenging the princess now.
Ororo's breath caught in her throat as she slowly pushed herself up, her legs still weak beneath her. The storm inside her had subsided, but the fire Felix had ignited was far from extinguished. "Haah…you said you wanted Vibranium."
Felix's cock poked her pussy.
"I said what I said."
Ororo's heart raced as he reached for her and pushed her back. He purposely faked wanting a kiss. She knew there was no turning back now. Her legs were still fucking shaking. Fuck, this was humiliating. She couldn't move. Gangbangs and fat cocks had ruined her pussy—or so she thought. Felix was bigger and better than all of them combined.
"No man in Africa has a cock like yours," she admitted. "Not in Wakanda or Jamaica or even Kenya."
"So?"
"You're a danger to my people."
"Am I?" he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, his cock between her thicc black thighs. The lingerie and her ebony flesh were nice in texture.
"Y-you…you will steal all the women from their husbands."
"Excuses."
"You will! N-no black man has a cock…" Ororo almost gasped looking down and feeling the girth. "No man in the world has a cock like yours."
He lifted her up to position himself at her entrance once more. A standing missionary position where he utterly dominated. She was going to drop down on his cock and love it. She was going to get carried by his cock and relish it.
"I won't. Tonight, I'm going to make you scream so loud that M'Baku and Captain America can hear us."
And then he thrust into her again, and the storm within Ororo reignited.
"Hnnnnnggggh~!"
Ororo tried. Oh, she tried.
"T-this damn WHITE coccck~!"
Louder, wilder, and more uncontrollable than ever before.
"BIG WHITE COCCCK! ALWAYS SO DAMN DEEEP! IT'S RUINING MY HOLEEE~!"
"Let's go to your room, shall we? Up we go!"
Each upward stroke was deeper and more demanding than the last. Each stroke was accompanied by a step.
See, he was carrying her. Walking her upstairs to her chambers where he would completely, totally dominate her.
Big white balls and a big fat white cock and an African pussy of royal descent. It was time to tame this storm once and for all.