The Defenders were gone the next morning, all of them reassigned to Nobel Prize Winning Norman Osborn. Each of them left a nice little note. Felix smiled as he read Luke's. He was probably the closest thing to a best friend he had nowadays.
"Haaah…!" Felix stretched, arms high in the air and notes put on the side table. Covering the slits of his wrist was a special black watch. A watch enthusiast might point it out as a TAG Heuer Carrera Chronograph Tourbillon Extreme Sport. Felix customized it as a type of watch embedded with the same portal 3D printing his web-shooters were equipped with.
He got his laptop and, by combining his webbing and portal 3D, he printed a little containment device for the Advanced Contact Lenses, complete with a USB-C. What was he doing?
Click, click. Taking out the Advanced Lens and…
"Hm…"
…reviewing the footage the Advanced Lens took as well as charging them. The ability to 3D print anywhere was a useful one. He could create keys, USBs, and Spider-Bots on the fly with his webbing. Too useful to leave for only Spider-Man. Felix needed it too.
One finger to his temple and the other on the mousepad, he sped through the last forty-five hours. Identifying everyone and checking their bank accounts and crimes.
"It's my first time in Wakanda. Best to make notes of every potential ally and enemy."
Not just notes for Herbie but for his brain. His eyes flicked and darted as he went through everything at 10x speed. Halfway through, he decided to call up for some food. If his calculations were correct, which they always were, by the time the food arrived he would have finished.
Ding-dong.
He put the Advanced Lens back on, one after the other. Tailored to his eyes and integrated directly into his optic nerves, the contact-lens-sized HUD showed him what and who was coming to his doorstep. The camera footage he was being shown wasn't from the hotel either, it was a mini-camera he created through the 3D printing watching and stuck to the ceiling above. It was like a webbed camera, so to speak. Although in black and white and without any sort of advanced filters, it was good enough for Hebrie to identify who specifically was at this door.
Suffice to say, it was a normal attendant.
'IT IS A DORA MILAJE OPERATIVE, RANK 3, NAME: ANEKA. MASKED AS HOTEL STAFF. NO THREAT DETECTED, BUT SHE'S SCANNING THE ROOM WITH OPTICAL PULSES THROUGH THE FOOD TRAY.'
Herbie's words were transmitted faster than before. The signal was stronger and did not require the Symbiote, although the support did bolster speed. Felix yawned softly and stood, tossing on a black silk robe as he walked to the door.
He opened it.
Aneka stood there, stoic in the black and gold wrap uniform of embassy service. But the subtle way she moved, the tightness in her shoulders, and the perfectly measured breathing—Felix knew all the tells. It was the same tells all well-trained, hyper nationalist soldiers had, from Captain America to to Carol to Okoye.
Wakanda's elite warrior class didn't slouch into room service duty, even as spies. 'Some habits die hard.'
"Mr. Faeth," Aneka said, bowing her head. "You ordered breakfast."
"Yes, I did. Thank you, it smells incredible," Felix replied, accepting the tray.
Aneka gave a slight nod and turned crisply down the hall. No wasted motion. No final glance.
Felix closed the door with a quiet click, carried the tray to the glass table near the window, and sat. She was just here to make sure he wasn't going to cause too much trouble with the princess. He did have a date at the hot spring after all.
On the tray: steamed dumplings filled with ground fish and herb paste, a bowl of hot wak'iri broth, purple rice wrapped in spiced leaf bundles, and a tall glass of crushed fruit and ginger.
He picked up a dumpling, took a bite.
"Delicious," he muttered to himself.
'I'm going to the royal hot springs and I bet when I'm gone, they're going to ravage this place.'
Unfortunately for them, they would find nothing. The camera webbing on the ceiling was dissolvable with a simple signal from Herbie.
There was nothing in the world that could expose him as Spider-Man. Nothing.
***
The capital city of Wakanda, Birnin Zana, stood as a city marvel. In some ways, it was like New York with its tall buildings. In others, it was different. It had lush green spaces and magnetic railways. The skyline was focused on functionality, buzzing with solar-powered skimmers and guided drones. Markets brimmed with fresh produce, handwoven textiles, and holographic tech demonstrations. The heartbeat of the nation was unity—between tribes, between nature and machine, between past and future.
If one were to describe downsides, it was the lack of other cultures. Wakanda was purely African and nothing more. Whereas the New York stock exchange had companies all over the world, the Birnin Zana stock exchange barely included local African countries. Wakanda was no longer isolationist yet in some ways it acted like a country in war with everyone else.
Outside the capital, the land unfolded into untouched beauty. The northwestern highlands, beyond the vibranium mines and old tribal grounds, rose into dark, jagged mountains—steep cliffs, narrow passes, and mist-covered peaks. These mountains were sacred and largely off-limits, patrolled by silent drones and the occasional Dora Milaje scout.
Felix had a limo delivered to him by the Royal Family to take him there. Shuri's work, no doubt. Felix pretended not to notice the fact that the driver was the same woman who handed him his breakfast.
Nevertheless, it was here buried into a mountain outside the main city that the Royal Hot Springs lay. Naturally formed from geothermal activity and enhanced slightly with Wakandan tech for purification and temperature regulation, the spring pools were carved into a cliffside overlooking a deep valley filled with shimmering flora. At the base of the mountain was a security building that signed and checked everyone going inside.
It was an hour long drive to even reach this mountain. With the magnetic highways that made sure no cars crashed, it was an abnormally long drive for Wakanda. The price to pay to be a VIP. The Royal Hot Springs were private—very private—used only by the royal family and their most trusted guests. It was one of the few places in Wakanda untouched by politics, media, or diplomacy. A rare space for stillness.
At the top of a stone path carved into the mountainside stood a ceremonial wooden structure—a minimal, open-air pavilion made from dark vibranium-laced timber. No walls, just wide columns and a domed roof. Here, guests removed their clothing and changed into robes or stepped directly into the spring. The floor was smooth slate, always warm, and softly illuminated at night by ambient light woven into the stone itself.
'Seriously? That's all there is here?'
It felt too open. Too tribal. Come on, there was no way the Royal Family came here of all places.Yet it was. Herbie confirmed it. Felix himself could confirm it.
There was a pavilion and a hot spring and nothing more.
Welp, time to strip. Felix wasn't thinking about impressing anyone—he never did. He was Spider-Man, enhanced by Extremis, stronger, faster, smarter, and apparently, yes, genetically gifted in certain areas. Not his fault. Like actually, it wasn't.
His clothes folded, he stepped out of the unwalled wooden structure and onto the stone path. Steam could be seen ahead, so that was where he went.
There they were.
In the most natural, unsecure hot spring in the world.
Princess Shuri, relaxed in the water, head tilted back, hair tied up. And…oh, Okoye nearby too and one last person, a broad-shouldered man, lean and compact with piercing eyes and a sharp jawline. Dotted markings ran along his cheeks too.
"Ahh, Felix." Shuri raised a hand to greet. They had been speaking in Xhosa until he arrived, her thick accent echoing. "Good to see you." A look down at his lean figure and everything below. Shuri giggled. "As always. I am glad my genius mind that does not help me forget."
Yep, Shuri had not forgotten about Felix's endowed body at all. Okoye had a feeling. But the lone male of the trio? Utter shock.
"This is W'Kabi," Shuri said casually, nodding toward him. "Okoye's husband."
Felix offered a polite smile. "Kind to meet you."
"Likewise," W'Kabi replied, but then his gaze dipped again. He looked like he wanted to groan and protest. "...Lord Bast," he muttered. "Do they make everything supersized in America?"
Felix wore a polite smile and stepped down into the water, calm. He sat across from the trio, leaning back on the stones, arms resting wide along the edge. The central pool stretched wide—about 15 meters across, circular, and about 1.5 meters deep at its center. It was fed by underground thermal vents that kept the water at a consistent, soothing temperature, and the stone surrounding it had been shaped by hand to be smooth, with natural seats and grooves along the edge. Vibranium elements built into the rock regulated the water's mineral content and balanced heat distribution across the pool without mechanical noise or steam jets.
W'Kabi remained stiffly upright, shoulders tense, his jaw tightening every time he glanced over. Which was often. Okoye was poker-faced but blinking a bit too fast.
"Whoo. The water is great," Felix said. He looked around and momentarily rose to his full height. "Ah, vines! Interesting. You do things differently here, eh?"
A low, curved stone bar had been carved along the far edge of the cliff, stocked daily with fresh herbal teas, nutrient-rich drinks, and exotic Wakandan fruit slices. It wasn't staffed—guests served themselves. Everything was chilled or warmed automatically via cooling plates embedded in the rock.
A secluded perch lay on the rocks to the left—rendered invisible by a unique type of glass that was impossible to see. It was where the Dora Milaje were standing and watching. Felix was relieved to see it.
'If there really was zero security here, I'd be worried.' He pretended to just be looking around. 'That glass is quite effective but fails against thermal vision. Understandable. It's solely to keep themselves hidden.'
"Just…sit down," W'Kabi said. "We wash with vines last. It is tradition."
"Oh?"
Unlike Japanese onsens, where cleanliness rituals were deeply ingrained and done with plastic stools and buckets, Wakanda's cleansing ritual was spiritual. Pure spiritual. At the left side of the spring, underneath the same wall where the Dora Milaje were hiding, sat a carved stone basin, constantly refilled with steaming herbal water.
"How's it work?"
"Guests wash with those vines you see before you. They are soaked in antiseptic oils and dried flower paste—both naturally sourced and mixed by palace healers," W'Kabi explained. "Now please sit down. I prefer not to be looking at your grandfather clock."
"My bad, my bad."
Felix eased back down and the water blurred his nude form.
Okoye leaned over to Shuri and whispered, "Told you that you can't find something like that in Wakanda."
The whisper didn't mean much since there were no walls and every whisper echoed. Her husband just sighed.
Shuri chuckled, her gaze and smirk never having left. "Correct me if I am wrong, Felix Faeth, but you are looking, how shall I say, jacked. I'm surprised to see a fellow scientist build on their own body."
"Mostly stress lifting. But yeah, I try to keep busy."
"These waters are supposed to be good for a man's testicles," Shuri said. "I hope you enjoy. W'Kabi often comes here for that purpose."
"Very often," his wife Okoye added.
"From my understanding, this is a Royal Family Hot Spring. You regularly come here, W'Kabi?"
W'Kabi pursed his lips, his arms awkwardly placed over said testicles like he was guarding national secrets. "I am a sworn friend to the king. He would often invite me."
"Ah, I see, I see. Any news on the king. I heard rumours of a marriage."
"Your rumours are correct," W'Kabi stated. "He has proposed and been accepted for his proposition."
"Oh yeah?" Felix asked. "With who?"
"Nakia," W'Kabi said and then snorted. "Took him long enough."
'A woman of the War Dogs,' the Symbiote answered. 'Yesss, this organization is like the CIA in America.'
Felix smiled. 'You're getting the hand of this, Rash.'
Rash, the name he gave the Symbiote. He contemplated giving a name at all until Gwen Stacy appeared. He needed to identify and name these Symbiotes. According to Elsa Brock's papers, Gwen Stacy's Symbiote was called Venom. He had not decided if Rash meant "rational" or just "rash". With every passing day, it seemed to lean toward the former.
"Nakia is a good woman. Our king will have the balance he desires," Okoye said. "Like you and I, W'Kabi."
"Mmm," W'Kabi grunted.
There was a pause. A long, warm silence. Just the sound of the steam, the quiet bubbling of the spring, and one man trying so hard not to look jealous while sitting next to his wife, his princess, and… well. America.
"And you?" Felix asked, referring to Shuri. "I'm surprised a potential monarch like you hasn't been married off."
Shuri's smile seemed to widen in length but fade in sincerity. "Trust me, it is coming soon. My brother has been arranging meetings with the future Monarch of Latveria."
"The Monarch?"
Shuri groaned. "Yes. He wants me to hook-up with—"
"Marry," Okoye corrected.
"With Kristoff Vernard. Lucia von Bardas is the current Supreme Leader of Latveria. She ascended from the Prime Ministry after Victor von Doom died. However, the original heir was supposed to be Kristoff Vernard. He was too young and too inexperienced to lead at the same."
"And now?"
"Now he's Prime Minister and, if all goes well, Kristoff will be the Monarch and Supreme Leader in five or ten year's time."
Most governments, Latveria included, possessed three primary branches of government: legislative, executive, judicial branches. The Executive branch was led by the Prime Minister, the Head of Government. The Legislative branch, also known as Parliament, was composed of the Monarch, the Senate, and the Chamber of Deputies. The Judicial branch was led by the Supreme Leader.
In other words, Lucia von Bardas as Monarch was the Head of Latveria's Parliament and all forms of the judicial system while Kristoff as Prime Minister technically held dominion over the military and the cabinet. It was something of a new system that was still being worked on following Victor von Doom's death at the hands of the Storm siblings. Lucia did not wish to be a dictator like her predecessors, despite her acting as such for the past couple years. See, though in legal practice the Prime Minister led the military, due to certain policies Lucia enacted in Parliament, the military could not act unless she signed off on it. In other words, the military was powerless and under her control, not Kristoff's.
Felix hummed. Regardless of who was or wasn't in power, Kristoff Vernard was the second biggest figure in Latveria. "Forging an alliance with Europe's biggest superpower…"
"Politically, it's sound. I see no complaints here," W'Kabi remarked. "I do not like the Latverians, I find their culture too…restrictive."
"I hear it's a country of intellectuals," Felix said.
"It is also a country where you cannot drink Seven-Up because they lost the World Cup at a 7-1 deficit."
"I-is that even true…?"
"I've been there," W'Kabi said. "It is like North Korea but richer and with bigger nuclear power."
"Hm…"
So Shuri getting married off to this Kristoff guy was a real possibility...
"Well, if that's the case—"
Felix rose from the waters and rolled his shoulders. W'Kabi made the biggest grimace ever. In his head, all he could think was, 'That shit is not fair.'
Felix had other thoughts. It wasn't about showing up. It wasn't about flexing his dick or demeaning anyone, whether it was Shuri's husband or W'Kabi. It was about his promise to Bast.
'I can feel it. Bast is urging me to take care of her.'
Take care of the royal family. That didn't just mean keeping them alive, anybody could do that. No, Bast had made Samantha Wilson and Ororo go into heat. He wanted them to live life to the fullest. Bast wanted his bloodline to mate with Earth's greatest protector.
"Shuri," Felix called out, walking toward her through the water. "How about you come to my hotel?"
He extended a hand. Shuri was smiling and very much occupied by what was hanging between his legs before taking his hand and rising up with him.
"It would be my honour."
Nobody could say a word. Everybody, from W'Kabi to the Dora Milaje, knew what was about to happen and they had no power to stop it.
(**R18 Start**)
His hotel room. To talk.
Right.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
A white hung American and a sexy Wakandan princess, arm in arm and walking out of the hot spring.
Felix's long, flaccid cock was wet and smacked against his thigh. He was unbothered by the exposure. Shuri's eyes occasionally flicked to Felix's cock, a small smirk playing on her lips.
"You're not even trying to hide it," she teased. "Big ass dick."
"Thank you."
"I mean it, if you were Wakandan, you'd hold the privilege of biggest cock."
Thwap, thwap, thwap! Big ass dick indeed. Distractingly so. "Someone else told me something similar. Wakandans would love me."
"They definitely fucking would!" Shuri laughed, the sound melodic, but her eyes lingered on his cock again.
They approached the waiting limo, its sleek black exterior blending into the night. The driver stood by the open door and was stoic until…
"Oh my goodness!"
The Dora Milaje member, Aneka, gasped. All the training in the world couldn't prepare for the wet cock dangling between his legs.
"Impressed?" Shuri asked. "I know, he's amazing, isn't he?"
"Y-yes, Princess."
From the Dora Milaje behind the secret glass balcony in the hot spring to the drivers and attendants, every one of the guardian women were impressed. Like Okoye, all they could think of was the stereotype of fat Americans and if propaganda had spun them into believing "fat" actually meant other things.
That was when they arrived: Okoye and W'Kabi, wife and husband.
Like Felix and Shuri, they were both nude, their bodies still damp from the hot spring.
Ebony, bald and strikingly beautiful, Okoye stood tall and proud, her toned physique a testament to her years as a member of the Dora Milaje. Beside her, W'Kabi looked noticeably less confident, his small, flaccid black cock a stark contrast to Felix's impressive length. Shrui couldn't help but glance over, her lips quirking slightly as she took in the comparison. W'Kabi's cock was modest, almost delicate in its size, while Felix's was thick and heavy, even in its relaxed state. The difference was impossible to ignore.
"Care to join us, Okoye?" Shuri asked, her voice smooth and inviting as she gestured toward the limo. "It's a long drive back, and we could use the company."
Okoye's eyes flicked to Felix's cock before meeting Shuri's gaze. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "I'd be honored, Princess."
"Woah, woah, what?" The husband was going to just accept that. He stepped up. Except, stepping up to Felix was a fool's affair. Flaccid to flaccid, man to man, W'Kabi was dwarfed. Even his testicles, which were admittedly hefty, could not measure up to Felix's white softballs.
"I'm not going to let my wife get into the limo with some random ass dude."
"A challenge then," Shuri interved.
W'Kabi squinted. "Excuse me?"
Shuri put a hand on her hip. "You know as well as I do that I have all the power here. If you want to keep your wife, prove yourself. Jerk off and if your erection is half Felix's flaccid cock, you can keep her. If not…" She pointed at Okoye and then the limo. "She comes with us."
"Hey, man, there's no need to do this," Felix said. He raised his hands up in surrender, acting neutral and calm.
But the word half rang in the husband's half. Half. All he needed to be was half and if he rejected this challenge, he would be a coward. In front of his own wife? No way W'Kabi was ducking this.
"Fine," he muttered, his voice tight. His hands trembled slightly as he reached down, wrapping his fingers around his shaft.
The group watched in silence as W'Kabi began to stroke himself, his movements awkward and forced. His cock stirred slightly, gradually growing, but it was painfully slow. Felix leaned against the limo, his expression amused as his own cock remained thick and heavy, dwarfing W'Kabi's modest length.
"Come on, W'Kabi," Shuri teased, her voice mocking. "Is that all you've got? Show your Wakandan spirit!"
Half. Okoye's husband just needed half.
W'Kabi's erection…
"Pfft!"
Poor guy. Let's just say there was no need for a ruler.
"Shit, shit…! Come on!"
W'Kabi's jaw clenched as he pumped harder, his cock finally reaching more than its ordinary full length. It was… unimpressive. Cum dripping, he was thin, dark, and absolutely nothing compared to Felix's massive, flaccid length.
So fucking unnecessary. Why'd he have to be that big!? Those were the thoughts running through his mind as pre-cum fell onto the stone path of the hot spring mountain.
Okoye sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "W'Kabi, please, you're humiliating yourself in front of the princess."
"Okoye…"
Okoye wore a smirk and gave a little wiggle in her brows as she flicked his erection with her hand. "Calm down. I won't let him fuck me if that's what you're thinking. We are husband and wife, we have vows."
"R-right…"
W'Kabi's face flushed with humiliation. The basketball ass cheeks of his wife strode forward and he held back every last male instinct in him not to sleep it. At home, in their kitchen, he always slapped that shit.
Today, he let dat ass walk away into a limo without a backward glance. Shuri went in next, laughing.
Lastly...
"I'll take care of her." Felix fucking Faeth. That polite bastard gave W'Kabi a nod. "You have my word."
What the fuck else could he could do? The Wakandan husband was an upper class man. More than that, he was the former head of security for Wakanda's Border Tribe and the current head ambassador of Wakandan-Europe relations. He was a rich man with political power behind him and the childhood friendship of the king himself.
But when came down to what was between his legs, he was painfully below average.
His eyes were glued to Felix's flaccid dong. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He still couldn't get over it. Felix was flaccid and double his erection! His erection! I-it wasn't fair! W'Kabi opened his mouth and closed it. The only word that uttered out of his mouth was, "...okay."
There. Just like that, he gave permission for his wife to join this hung white man in the princess' limo.
Smiling, the polite Felix entered the limo, closing the door shut in front of the lone, cock-throbbing W'Kabi. Felix settled into the plush leather seat, his cock still resting lazily on his thigh. Shuri slid in beside him, her thigh brushing against his, while Okoye took the seat across from them. The limo's interior was warm, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence.
The driver pulled away.
The window automatically dropped down and Shuri gave a mocking wave. "Later, W'Kabi. Give my brother his regards."
Standing there with an erection, W'Kabi pursed his lips and let his wife get driven off.
There was nothing he could do. Not anymore.
For a moment, no one spoke. The limo was going down the mountain path. Then Shuri's hand moved, her fingers brushing against Felix's thigh before curling around his cock. Her touch was confident, almost possessive, as the Wakandan princess began to stroke him slowly. Felix let out a low hum of approval, his head tilting back against the seat as he watched her through half-lidded eyes.
"You're not shy, are you?" he murmured.
Shuri smirked, her fingers tightening slightly around his girth. "Why should I be? It's not every day I get my hands on something quite so… magnificent."
Across from them, Okoye's eyes were locked on Felix's cock, her lips parting slightly as she watched Shuri stroke it. There was a hunger in her gaze, a raw desire that she made no effort to hide. When she finally spoke, her voice was low and sultry.
"May I join in?"
Shuri's smirk widened, and she glanced at Felix. "What do you say, Doctor? Think you can handle both of us?"
"I'm always up for a challenge."
Okoye didn't need further invitation. She moved from her seat to kneel on the floor of the limo between Felix's legs, her hands joining Shuri's as they both began to stroke his cock. Their touches were different—Shuri's firm and deliberate, Okoye's softer and exploratory—but together, they worked in perfect harmony. Felix's cock began to swell under their attention, the blood rushing to his groin as it hardened, inch by impressive inch.
"In the name of Bast," Okoye breathed, her fingers tracing the veins that ran along his semi-erect length. "I've never seen anything like this and it's still, wow…"
Growing bigger. Throb, throb, throb.
"Compared to my husband, this thing is a monster…"
"Isn't it?" Shuri remarked, her free hand moving to cup his balls, her thumb rubbing gently against the sensitive skin. "It's like holding a piece of art."
Felix chuckled. "I'm flattered."
But the women were far from done. His cock at its full, imposing size, Shuri kissed and then tasted him. Felix smiled, his hips jerking slightly as her tongue went at the tip of his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Okoye, not to be outdone, moved her mouth to his abs. At the same time, her hands stroked the base of his cock, reaching what her and Shuri's lips couldn't reach.
The limo was filled with the sounds of their worship—Shuri's soft licks of appreciation to the crown of his white cock, Shuri's wet, sucking noises, Okoye's handjob and worship of his muscles, going all the way up to his face. Teasing a kiss yet never quite committing to it. Felix's hands clenched into fists on the seat, his cock throbbing as the women's mouths and hands worked him to the edge.
"You're both fucking incredible," he groaned, his balls straining as he fought to hold back.
Shuri pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. "We're just getting started."
She and Okoye exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them before they both leaned in again, their mouths meeting in the middle of his cock. They kissed his cock, their tongues tangling around his shaft as they shared him. This was worship. This was pleasure.
How could a man last?
"He's about to cum, Okoye~"
Okoye nibbled on his ear. "I understand." She retreated. Seeing them side by side, waiting for something…
Felix's control shattered and his cock pulsed and threw up thick ropes of cum, coating both women's faces. Shuri smiled throughout it, not bothering to swallow. "Look at this load!" she exclaimed. "It's amazing…!"
Okoye was shocked. This was WAY different than her husband. On her head, on her breasts, everything was touched by his cumshots.
When his cock relaxed, Shuri and Okoye remained where they were. The Dora Milaje member was shocked while the princess expected this. Felix finally got to compare them too: Okoye was the thiccer woman in every regard. Bigger tits and a shockingly bigger ass. From his seated view, he could see those basketball globes.
'God damn. All that ass was under there?'
In the hot spring, Felix had been focused on Shuri. But here, he could all of Okoye and he was impressed.
"So?" Shuri asked, glancing at Okoye. "Impressed?"
"Mm. Very much so, especially considering…" Cue the widening eyes and a smirk from Okoye. "He doesn't go down, does he?"
Felix smirked and slapped his cock on her bald face. The difference in skin tone was staggering and erotic. If this was any other made, Okoya would have snapped their nuts. But not Felix. With Felix, her tongue traced her smirking, cocky lips.
She very much wanted this.
Indeed, the drive back alone was too long for them to just sit there and do nothing. Even cleaning Felix's cum wasn't enough time. One hour. One whole hour.
"Sex with him versus your husband probably doesn't even feel like the same thing. Trust me, he makes your soul cum," Shuri explained to Okoye. She was like the devil, whispering and taunting her to get railed by this hung white man.
He sat there like a cock, his cock pointed upward like it was a weapon of Bast himself.
"Is that right…?"
The limo hummed softly as it glided down the winding mountain road. Shuri and Okoye sat on either side of him, their bodies pressing against his. Felix leaned back, his massive flaccid cock resting lazily on his thigh, a stark contrast to the throbbing beast it had been moments ago.
After all, Okoye said she wouldn't fuck him. That was the promise.
Okoye's eyes were locked on his big white cock, however, her lips parting slightly as she traced its length with her gaze. She had never seen anything like it—not in Wakanda, not in all her travels. Her husband, W'Kabi, with his modest size, paled in comparison. She felt a pang of guilt for even thinking it, but the truth was undeniable. Felix's cock was a masterpiece, and she wanted more of it.
"Princess," Okoye said, her voice low and husky, breaking the silence. "Do you mind if I…?"
Shuri chuckled, her fingers brushing against Felix's thigh. "Go ahead. I'll get my fill later." She leaned back, stretching her lithe frame across the seat, her dark skin glowing in the dim light of the limo. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched Okoye shift closer to Felix.
A smile tugged at his lips. "You sure about this, Okoye?"
Okoye didn't answer with words. Instead, she swung one leg over his hips, straddling him, her bald head gleaming as she positioned herself above him. Her hands rested on his chest, her fingers splayed against his pale skin. She could feel the heat of him beneath her, the weight of his cock pressing against her thigh.
"In much of old Wakandan society, having your other hole fucked was not allowed."
"And…?"
"I doubt the old gods will consider it as breaking my vows. Now, let's see what this white cock can do."
Oh-ho. So that was the game she wanted to play.
Felix's smile widened, his hands settling on her hips. "Better hold on tight."
Okoye reached between them, gripping his shaft and guiding it to her anal hole. As wet as her pussy was, she couldn't let him use that one. She lowered herself onto him with the intention of him spreading her asshole. The moment the tip of his cock pressed against her, she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. He was massive, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible. She took him slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
"Fuck," Okoye breathed, her voice trembling as she sank all the way down. Her thighs quivered, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. "I was once the leader of the Dora Milaje. I am…I can…ngggh!"
"What's wrong?" Hands behind his head, Felix chuckled.
"You're… you're so big."
"I'm impressed. Taking my cock like this isn't easy," Felix complimented, because eventually, she did get it all down. Very, very impressive for a first-timer.
"Haah…nggh!" Okoye's rhythm was slow at first, her body savoring every inch of him. But soon, she picked up the pace, her hips rolling against his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I…am…Okoye! I-I will not…nggh! Be defeated so easily!"
Shuri watched from the sidelines, her fingers idly tracing circles on her own thigh. "You look good on him, Okoye," she said, her voice teasing. "Like you were made for that cock."
Okoye didn't respond—she couldn't. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her hole consumed by the sensation of Felix filling her, stretching her, claiming her. Her hands moved from his shoulders to her own breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples as she rode him harder, faster.
Felix didn't thrust once. He was letting her do all the work. His cock throbbed inside her and she let out a gasp so loudly she nearly fell over.
"Aw, look at that. You orgasmed."
Okoye flushed red. "S-silence."
Should he have taunted and compared himself to her husband? Maybe. But Felix wasn't that kind of guy. He let her gather her bearings. He let her do all the fucking.
"Nngh! Haaah~! Lord Bast, Lord Bast…!" Okoye slammed her ass down on him. Over and over again, her ass jiggled. Her ass cheeks clapped. "F-fuck! N-no! I-I'm…!"
He gave a meaty smack to her thicc ass. Just like that, Okoye gasped, threw her head back, and climaxed once more.
Arrogant and conceited, some might call him. In reality, it was an example of the growth he earned over the past year. Okoye was a Dora Milaje leader. Former or current, it didn't matter, she was an instant of a rare peak human. She trained herself to utter perfection, carved by the most advanced medical science in the world.
"I'm going to guess your husband doesn't fuck in the ass often."
"Nggghh! T-that's…haah! True! B-but!" Wham, wham, wham! Look at her go. Not bad. "That doesn't mean I will lose!"
This peak human woman, this woman whose very body cost millions, was dominated without the man even trying. Her bald head fell back, a moan escaping her lips as she felt her orgasm building. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced—deeper, more intense, more everything. "F-fuck!" She clicked her tongue. "Mka! Mka! Mka! Lo mqhagi!"
"Ooh." Now that got his attention. Speaking in her native tongue because of how good his dick was? Felix decided this was worth putting effort in. "Sorry, W'Kabi but…"
He grabbed her basketball ass cheeks and wham! Buried his cock deep, deep inside.
Okoye didn't stand a chance. She momentarily blanked, only to return to a reality where she was no longer riding and she was getting her cheeks clapped by the best dick in America.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Owu Bast! Owu Bast! Oh Thixo! Lo mqhagi ulunge kakhulu! NDIYACUMA! NDIYACUMA! UNDIPHAMBISA!"
The Advanced Lens translated in real time:
"Oh Bast! Oh Bast! Oh god! This cock is too good! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! YOU'RE MAKING ME GO CRAZY!"
Her hole tightened around him. Her cries became louder. Okoye herself and even Shuri probably didn't realize it but she was gripping him hard enough to bend metal. Okoye was losing it. Absolutely losing it.
"UKUQHUBEKA, UKUGULA, UKUGQUMA!"
Head thrown back, shrieking her tongue lolled out, this woman was in heaven.
"YOU WERE RIGHT, PRINCESS! THIS COCK! THIS COCCKK! IT MAKES YOUR SOUL CUM!"
"Aw, so W'Kabi never made you cum like this!?"
"NGGHGHHH~! D-DON'T! DO NOT MOCK MY HUSBAND!"
"Come on, you're here with your princess." Shuri leaned forward, smirking. "Just tell us."
"I-IT'S…"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Almost there, almost there…Okoye was just about to break—
"IT'S SO MUCH BETTTER~!!!"
Yep, there it was. The admission. Felix Faeth was far better than any Wakandan man. It just wasn't fair, without the Heart-shaped Herb, the males of this nation didn't stand a chance. No nation did. Look at all of Africa, look at all of Europe, how could any man match this living god of sex?
They. Just. Couldn't.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her pussy was gushing more than ever before. It clung to a cock that wasn't there, orgasming and wishing for it to be filled. The blessed one, however, was the other hole.
Felix gave one last smack to the ass. He didn't warn her, he just pulled her down onto him and just came inside.
Okoye was in tears. Head pointed up to the limo's black ceiling, her eyes and lips wet and messy, and her pussy making stains on the seat. Drip, drip, drip. His cum overfilled her asshole and leaked even more.
What a mess they had made.
When she finally stilled, she slumped forward, her forehead resting against Felix's chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
"Well," Shuri said. "I'd say that was a success."
Okoye couldn't speak yet…she didn't regret it—how could she? But the guilt was still there, lingering at the edges of her mind. Her husband. Her poor husband. How could she go back after this? But then that giant white cock twitched deep inside her and she thought maybe marriage didn't matter all that much.
Shuri was by her side, her hand resting on Okoye's shoulder. "You're allowed to enjoy yourself, Okoye. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasure."
Okoye couldn't move or look at her princess. She was glued to Felix's chest like he was her husband. "And what about W'Kabi?"
Shuri shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "He'll survive. And if he doesn't… well, there's always Felix's cock."
Felix chuckled, his hands sliding up and down Okoye's back. "I don't mind sharing."
Okoye's lips curved into a small smile, the tension in her shoulders easing.
Shuri's grin widened. "Now you're thinking."
The limo continued on its journey, the quiet hum of the engine filling the silence. Okoye shifted, sliding off Felix's lap and settling beside him. Her body felt spent, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, but there was a warmth in her chest that hadn't been there before.
Shuri, ever the instigator, spoke again. "You know, we still have a long drive ahead of us. Plenty of time for round two."
Felix's eyebrows shot up, that cock of his never having gone down in the least. It was as impressive as ever. Before Felix could respond, Okoye leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh?" He looked her in the eye. The once stoic woman seemed to be painted with a new kind of confidence and smirk. A lusty, erotic smirk. "What did you have in mind?"
Okoye's smile was slow, deliberate as was her grip on his cock. Her dark-skin went from base to tip. It was a delightful contrast in every way. Where Felix was a polite scientist, she had sarcasm and political power. Where he was seemingly ordinary, she was extraordinary.
"I think it's time to show you how a Dora Milaje really worships their king."