The east wing of Ororo's castle looked like it had been designed by a tech billionaire with a deep love of futuristic interior design magazines. Sleek black stone flooring, glass walls that overlooked the lush Lamu Island coast, and discreetly hidden speakers playing soft jazz throughout the room. The furniture was a blend of luxury and chill: velvet couches, circular lounges, and beanbags that looked way more expensive than anything Luke Cage had ever owned. It was modern, posh, and disturbingly comfortable.
Luke sat on a charcoal-gray sectional that wrapped around half the room. He was naked. So was everyone else.
'Thank God I'm not the smallest here,' Luke thought, arms crossed over his chest, shoulders broad, eyes darting from man to man in the vast east wing common room.
It was a surreal setup. One giant communal space for the men invited by Princess Ororo—not men she was interested in but men she had collected. The west wing, from what Luke had heard, was more traditional. Wood columns, royal canopies, and thick drapes. Ororo's royal chamber was there, as well as the historic dining hall, library, and ceremonial bath.
That was where Felix was. That was where he and Ororo were doing business.
But the east wing? It was like stepping into a luxury wellness retreat mashed together with a bachelor party planning agency. Flat screens—4K, of course—lined the walls. A massive gaming rig sat in the corner surrounded by two guys shouting over Tekken 7. There were snack bars, drink dispensers, a stocked mini-fridge, and the scent of eucalyptus and citrus in the air. A small robot apparently occasionally wheeled by offering chilled towels.
Luke hadn't accepted one. Yet.
The princess's male harem—an actual harem—lounged nearby, every single guy seemingly plucked straight from the pages of a modeling contract or a fitness magazine. There were about a dozen of them, all toned, all absurdly symmetrical, and apparently handpicked by Ororo. Luke recognized two from somewhere before he realized—yeah, they were adult film stars. That explained the perfect tans and confident struts.
Ororo didn't discriminate. The opposite, there were all kinds of guys, from South Asian, East Asian, Southern America, etc. A tall, broad-shouldered black guy named William Foster with glasses. He looked like a scientist and talked like one too. A stoic dude with native tattoos who introduced himself as Daniel Lone Eagle. A deathly quiet guy named Scott Summers, who wore shades. Henry McCoy—a former academic turned personal chef—sat cross-legged on a massage table, reading a book called The Philosophy of Touch. These men weren't just attractive; they were specialists in pleasure, conversation, and, apparently, spa therapy.
Across the room, a separate lounge area had been partitioned off. Monica Rambeau and Carol Danvers sat side by side, feet soaking in miniature tubs filled with hot stones and herbs. Around them? Four men trying to either flirt or genuinely massage them. It was hard to tell.
Carol, stiff as ever, said nothing. Her face was unreadable as one guy offered her fresh fruit from a skewer and complimented her posture. Nothing worked. Carol Danvers did not associate herself with fuckboys.
"She's got that military edge," one of the harem men near Luke whispered. "She gotta have that grip."
"Right? Military girls are different, dawg."
Luke sighed.
Monica, meanwhile, was laughing nervously. Two attendants had been massaging her shoulders, while another guy offered to sing her a song on a small wooden flute he carried in a pouch.
Luke wanted to be anywhere but here. He had a girlfriend so he couldn't pull a Stark and go to the women's section to try and get laid. And he couldn't go out and patrol because Captain America told him not to. Specifically, she had told Luke to keep an eye on Carol and Monica, so here he was—naked, sulking, and deeply aware that he was stuck in the spa wing of The Bachelorette: International Edition.
'Why is Stark even here anyway? He's the richest man on Earth. Dude probably has his own nude island.'
He swore he heard laughter through the walls. Sigh. There was Stark, of course, and then there was his bodyguard, Killmonger.
Luke leaned back against the couch and rubbed his temples. The music changed from soft jazz to a lo-fi R&B instrumental.
Suddenly, the cushion beside him dipped.
Luke opened an eye. The dude was young-ish. Mid-twenties, wiry frame, and huge wicks that initially assumed was a big curly afro. His skin was smooth and dark, and he wore a warm smile like he wasn't bothered by anything in the world. His vibe was too chill.
Like a dude.
Luke glanced down—then back up. Talk about demoralizing.
'Okay. Yep. This guy belongs here.'
The dude nodded toward him, as if greeting an old friend. "Yo. You one of 'em American cats that came yesterday?"
Cats? And what was with that British accent. "I am." Gotta look tough and nonchalant even though his dick was smaller. Sigh.
"Ay, so Cap'ain America really is 'ere. Would 'ave loved 'o see 'er. You 'er boyfriend?"
"No."
"Her guard?"
"I'm a cop."
The guy grinned. "Tactical muscle, ay? That works."
Luke turned slightly toward him. "And you are?"
The dude shrugged, nonchalant. "Ley's jus' say I'm local-adjacen'. I float around. 'elp out. Make music. Climb 'hings."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Climb things?"
"Don't worry about it," he said smoothly, then leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "So… why are you 'ere? I mean, no offense, but you don't got the meat to handle the princess."
"Who says I don't?"
The dude cackled and pointedly looked at Luke's family jewels. "Trust me, brother, you don't."
'Fuck you, don't underestimate above average dudes.'
Alas, as much as he wanted to get into an argument, it was a losing battle. Luke answered with a huff, "We're here protecting Felix Faeth. Scientist. Real smart guy. Right now, he's with Princess Ororo."
The dude hummed. "Felix Faeth… I've heard the name. Invented somethin' big?"
"Probably the smartest man in America," Luke said plainly. "You saw what happened at New York, right? The devices that cleared everything up? He did it almost single-handedly."
The dude whistled low. "You're bugging me—no sight?"
"Yep."
"And he's here?" the man asked.
Luke nodded. "Yep."
The dude leaned back, thoughtful. "Interesting. Doubt he'll make too much headway with the princess though."
"Huh? Why?"
"She's an extremist. Passionate. Either you're a traitor or an ally. A lover or a friend. Once she decides something, it happens. As a spoiled princess, that's how she's always been."
"What does that have to do with the doctor?"
"I'm a scientist myself. I know our kind. We try to be too nice, too moderate. But the princess? Either you go the full way or no way. Simple as that. Either you own her or she owns you."
Owning Felix? The chances of that happening were…
"Damn, a big titty blonde bimbo!" the dude said, pointing at Carol. "Hol' on, wait, not a bimbo. My bad. Ay, you think she'd be into me?"
A beat passed until Luke said, "She's lowkey bitchy."
"Ah, fuck, really? Damn. Like...too bitchy or like the hot kind of bitchy or...?"
"I have a girlfriend."
"She's your girlfriend? Damn, man, you really gonna let her get—"
"Jesus, no! I meant I'd rather not say it's hot." Luke huffed.
"Is it a white woman?"
"No!"
"Good. For me though, if it ain't snowing, I ain't going."
"Then why did you say it's good that I wasn't...?"
"I don't believe in consistency."
Luke just had to say it: this dude was weird.
"By the by," the dude asked, "do you hear that? Or I guess...hearing it?"
"Hear what?"
The dude blinked slowly as if listening to something through the walls. He shrugged. "Meh, I must be hearing things."
(**R18 Start: Trigger Warning for minor raceplay - skip if you don't like**)
The dude of the harem was not hearing things. A whole day of fucking had passed. A whole day of stretching the pussy of Kenyan royalty. Making her moan, making her scream for more dick, and even making her beg for mercy.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The bedsheets upon which cock and pussy connected were dripping with heapfuls of womanly juices and thick, manly cum. One might think a week's worth of gang banging occurred but no. This was the result of a single white man with his loyal black Kenyan woman.
"I won't lose, I won't lose—"
Slap!
"Hngghhh~! CUMMMING~!"
Ororo had long since lost. At this point, it was just her big mouth speaking. She knew her holes were his. She knew he dicked her down better than any other.
She was bouncing on that dick like a trampoline. Ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling, eyes watering and rolling back as the white man himself did nothing. Not a single thing. He was letting the princess prove herself.
"Come on." Another light smack to her thicc left booty. "I'm giving you a chance, don't waste it!"
Her stamina was truly impressive. Nobody had ever been able to drop down on his cock this much. Ororo was gasping and moaning, slamming down on his cock through the insane haze of pleasure.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Hngghh~!" Her nose flared. She heaved and looked down at him, heaving, breasts shaking. She was still slamming down, still a blur in the eyes of the ordinary man. "D-do you really think I'll let some white boy outfuck me?"
A blur only to ordinary men, not Felix. To Felix, this woman's experienced efforts were nothing. Felix was at the peak of his ability. Felix had a fat white cock that could casually stretch a woman without trying. There were many, many men that had fucked this princess slut.
None could possibly do what Felix was doing, arms behind his head and utterly unfazed. They could fuck her for hours and not match the sheer number of orgasms he was giving her.
"Hgnghhh~! Gsshkkk~!" Ororo cupped her mouth. She pretended that her cunt hadn't tightened up and she wasn't climaxing.
"This white boy has a bigger cock than M'Baku or any of your other boys, slut." Felix grabbed both of her basketball-sized ass cheeks. Cheeky American fingers on Kenyan royalty, gripping them like they belonged to some whore.
His eyes too. They were different.
Why? Because like with Pepper Potts, this was about breaking her. About fucking her and having fun with it. In this case, it was willing. Ororo understood the consequences of her loss here. It was a matter of pride and honour for her.
Gripping those glorious ebony cheeks, he slammed upward, cock reaching the deepest parts of her. Ororo gasped. It was like time stopped.
Her black lingerie had long been discarded. Complexion already darkened by hours of sweat, this was the end. This was it. Ororo collapsed, falling into his chest. Her mind was still there, it would always be there for dick.
But her body?
"Yesyesyeysyesyes—!"
Her ass was quaking as he fucked her senseless. Pounding her like crazy, holding her ass in place and getting her to moan oh-so closely, it was a privilege.
"Hngghh~! Gshhkk~!" Saliva spilled from her lips and onto his chest. "I-I can'ttt! I can't keep uppp~! I CAN'T STOP THIS BIG FAT COCCKKK~!"
This the punishment dick. Ororo set him off and now she gotta take this angry dick. That was what this was. A throbbing monster cock giving it everything it had.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Ororo…
Ororo loved it. How could she not? There was no pain from this punishing dick, it was perfect for her pussy. Over the course of a day, it rearranged her in a way big black cocks, big Asian cocks, and other big white cocks couldn't. This cock of his was just special.
"That's right, don't run! Come take all this dick you wanted!"
He was jackhammering into her, fucking her insides up by fucking her so hard.
"You want my load!?"
"YESSHHH!!!"
He grinned. He slammed his cock deep inside—and then slipped out. His cock throbbed in the open air and with his arms going over to her back, they flipped positions. Suddenly, Felix's balls were shoving down Ororo's lips.
Felix jerked his massive cock off, smirking, while Ororo's tongue naturally lapped at his nutsack. "Good girl. You know your place now, don't you?"
"Mmpmpppph~!"
The aftershocks of his fucking were still there. She was climaxing, legs spasming and eyes rolled back. Her mental state just wasn't there with the sudden lack of BWC.
"I'm gonna cum down your throat, understand?"
"Y-yeshshh…yeshhhh…"
Dazed, Ororo opened her mouth, instincts taking over, and got a mouthful of cock for it. Felix stroked himself to completion, nutting with everything he had. He sighed as if he wasn't his nutsack on the chin of the most powerful woman in the country—as if Kenya did not rely on this woman to be their greatest arbitrator internationally.
Her rightful place was between her precious white man's legs with his meat down her throat.
Ororo was in the flow state. Eyes closed, Felix didn't even touch her head yet but she intercepted perfectly. Head bobbing, she sucked off him and let his cum drain down her throat. Ororo was godly at giving head. Even now, half-conscious, that had not changed.
'Fucking head demon.'
Felix smirked once his cock softened in her mouth. Both her pussy, asshole, and mouth were bubbling and oozing with his seed. The seed of a white man.
"Phew." He dragged his semi-limp cock out, smearing her face and her tits with his leftover dribble of cum. It was an amazing feeling.
Standing on his knees, smiling, Ororo gazed at the limp white cock and the accompanying nutsack as though it was the sun. A divine entity worthy of her worship. She managed to raise a hand, tracing the length that was twitching and fighting against gravity.
"Mm…"
Her royal arm fell.
Princess Ororo passed out, unable to cope with it all.
Felix's schlong drooped down, touching her tits, knowing the job was more or less finished. Princess Ororo belonged to him.
He got off the bed, rolling his shoulders. "Damn, my balls are actually aching. How many loads was that?" He glanced back. Huge squleches of cum poured out from the princess' holes. All of them were completely conquered and taken. All of them were thoroughly fucked.
A whole day of fucking. He whistled.
"Look at that, it's still raining outside."
It had been a bit hard to tell since it rained quite often. Princess Ororo told him she took comfort in the rain after her mother's passing.
Knock, knock!
"Oh, someone's knocking. That's unexpected."
No cameras so Herbie and the Symbiote couldn't tell him either. Shrugging, the hung white man went ahead and opened the door. A young black youth, confident and charming expression with a slight smirk on his face. His hair was neatly cut in a short, tapered fade with a flat top, and he had well-groomed facial hair: a mustache, a defined goatee, and a bit of a soul patch. His eyebrows were thick and expressive, complementing his sharp, almond-shaped eyes that had a calm yet piercing look.
The facial recognition was instant.
Dr. Craig Marshall, a NASA scientist and among Storm's most loved concubines.
So not just attractive–smart.
Unfortunately…
"Oh."
Dr. Craig Marshall blinked upon seeing the nude white men. His gaze dipped down. Oh. His eyes widened. Oh fuck.
Whatever smirk he had died a quick death.
"I know you," Felix said. "You're…Craig, right?"
Craig had the expression of a man who looked like he had gone through several wars. He was making direct eye contact with Felix and not the natural kind. This was the type of contact that was forced by a man. What he wanted to ignore was that big ass white cock of his.
Obviously, being a member of Ororo's harem, Craig was nude too. He was the same height as Felix and a scholar too.
That was where the similarities ended.
"Yeah, um…is Storm…here?"
Cock-wise, the poor black youth did not stand a chance. The beloved of Ororo was aghast. He tried not to look. On instinct, his eyes flicked down. Fuck. Fuuuck. That shit shattered his ego hard.
Craig was four inches flaccid. An average person, whether white or of any other ethnicity, would think that to be big—especially Felix? But compared to Felix? He was fucking tiny. Felix's balls alone hung lower than Craig's cock.
Face-to-face, cock-to-cock, it was demoralising. It was Craig's first time ever seeing something like this.
'Hm, okay. So that confirms it: M'Baku and Ororo never fucked. Interesting.'
She insisted as much when he fucked her. But, well, chicks said all sorts of things when they were fucked by his dick. Her man's reaction was a much better indicator.
"Yeah, she's here." Felix jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and turned slightly to fully show his work. "See?"
Holy fuck.
Cum on her face, liters of cum in her pussy and…her anus too? Fuck, he destroyed her! Felix could read his mind: there were hung men. Men that did porn. Then there were freaks like M'Baku and Felix. Hung like horses types. The type that made a guy think—
"Am I even going to be able to fuck a girl after this?"
"Is she even marriage material? I know it's not her fault but…"
"Her holes are hollow. That giant dick fucked her all day. Fuck, fuck, how can I keep up?"
Craig swallowed thickly. "R-right, we were supposed to have breakfast."
Felix glanced at her again. "Good luck with that. I was fucking and carrying her and she was moaning, 'Oh, you're so big!' You know, that type of shit. Then I wrap my arms around her like in a headlock and then just started jackhammering her shit. Had the bitch cum everytime."
"I-I see…"
"You were childhood friends with her, right? Or was that the other one?"
"We met…later."
"Ah, okay. By the way, do you mind fetching me a pen?"
"A…pen?"
"Mhm. I need to write something on her."
On her? A princess? That was treason! That was against the law dictated by—
"O-okay."
Craig wasn't badly equipped. Certainly, he wasn't the biggest of the harem but it wasn't like he was the smallest. However, when a hung white stud that had fucked your princess gave you an order, you followed it. Call it male instinct. Call it an inferiority complex. Defying a dude with a big ass dick was not smart for the ego. It just wasn't.
Felix Faeth, a hand on his hip, watched Craig scurry away. His gaze turned back to Ororo.
"I'm not that much into raceplay but I get the feeling if I don't do this, you'll keep challenging me."
'A pennn?' The Symbiote interjected. 'There is no need for that. We can...tattoo her flesh with our own markings.'
'Really? Interesting...'
Felix smirked. Well then—
He jumped onto the bed. From his wrists, small tendrils manifested like DNA and dipped down, down, down. The Symbiote seeped through her flesh carefully. The Symbiote had studied human biology enough to both kill it, harm it, and adjust as it pleased.
God, Ororo had a beautiful complexion. Not just because she was a princess, Ororo herself possessed a kind of exotic beauty few possessed. The white hair and blue irises and dark-skin...
Ororo Munroe was a one-of-a-kind black woman.
A black woman he had creampied and conquered. A black woman whom, in the deepest darkest pits of his lust, he wished to proudly declare fucked. Imagine the internet speculation. Imagine the envy.
The Symbiote finished the first tattoo on her nipples. Hearts. "Queen of hearts," Felix said, licking his lips. The Symbiote turned her over.
On her left and right ass cheeks respectively...
"property of Felix Faeth
"colonized by Dr. Faeth"
Finally, on her womb:
"BWC Only"
The ink seeped into her skin with the Symbiote's might. The words were penned by the adrenaline rush of Felix Faeth and his want for power and security of the world.
His cock lurched to a full erection. Pre-cum dripped down on her face. Drip, drip, drip.