King of Wakanda update

Ramonda paced around her big, lonely quarters, what she had seen as vivid before her eyes as if she had seen it moments ago instead of hours. Chancing to look at the window, she saw that it was dark. She turned off the lights. Without them, the moon shone down from overhead, making the currents cresting in the river below glisten with white.

She opened the window, taking deep breaths of fresh air. Her body tingled all over, as if long neglected, now finally being tended to. The wind off the river hit her, satiny in how it caressed her skin, and Ramonda let out a tiny cry as she stripped naked in the shadows of the bedroom she had shared with no one since her husband’s death. 

She stood there in front of the open window, the breeze playing over her naked flesh until there were goosebumps all over her. She knew now what she had to do.

***

Ramonda opened the door to Peter’s room as quietly as she could. She listened keenly as she went in, but there was nothing to be heard. Apparently, though, there recently had been. She could see scattered clothing on the floor and could only assume that after the session she had walked in on, one of them had come back for more. Probably Shuri, given that this was Peter’s quarters. Ramonda felt a weird swell of pride, knowing how confident Shuri was in what she wanted.

Sneaking through the palatial quarters, she came to the once more open door of Peter’s bedroom and gently pushed it further in. Peter and Shuri were cradled together in the middle of the bed, soundly tired out from whatever it was they’d been doing. Shuri laid across Peter’s body, cupping his balls in her hand, while Peter had his palm atop her ass. 

Ramonda got a light blanket out of one of the drawers and spread it over their naked bodies, then smiled at the sight of them together. They had enjoyed themselves, all right. Even though the light was so dim that Shuri’s dark skin was practically intangible, Ramonda could still smell the scent of cum in the air.

“Uhhh…” Shuri stretched and yawned, then still half asleep, she noticed Ramonda. “Mother—“

Ramona bent over Peter and kissed her daughter. “I can see you’ve been indulging yourself. The only question is, were you left wanting?”

Shuri’s radiant smile, white teeth glowing in the dark, answered Ramonda without words.

Ramonda smiled back at her. “I’m happy for you. Not that I had much doubt that any man you chose would be equal to your needs.”

Shuri nodded. “More than equal, Mother,” she whispered. “Almost too much—enough to worry. But after I came for the first time, it didn’t matter. I wanted all of him… and I got it!”

Ramonda hugged her, but their movements disturbed Peter. He sat up, waking, and then almost jumped six inches when he saw Ramonda there.

“Relax, Peter,” Shuri said, putting her hand on his chest. “Wakandans aren’t as provincial about sex as many in the West.”

“I’m beginning to get that,” Peter said, still sounding embarrassed.

Ramonda sat down on the bed next to him. “Don’t mistake me—it’s still quite something, knowing my little girl is no little girl anymore. But I was lucky enough to see all you had to offer her. How could I not want my daughter to enjoy that much pleasure? As much and as often as possible?”

Peter put his arm around Shuri; she wiggled closer to him. “I’ll try to do my part, I guess.”

Shuri kissed him. “If you do your part any harder, I may end up in a coma. I think perhaps the Dora Milaje have not entirely been doing their jobs.”

“Shuri!” Ramonda chided. “That is a serious accusation. If one of them were here to listen to you impugn their honor…”

“She didn’t mean anything by it,” Peter chuckled. “She just has a certain sense of humor that we all have to live with.”

Ramonda sighed. “You two are so completely… cozy with each other. I’m almost disappointed. I expected to have to usher you through some teen drama, and here you are, behaving like a pair of sappy newlyweds.”

Peter and Shuri laughed—Shuri winced.

“You okay, honey?” Peter asked, stroking her leg gently.

“Just thinking about how much easier it would be to keep up with you if I had some heart-shaped herb. Now that I’m not so tired, I’m realizing how sore I am. I’m going to take a bath. Maybe that will even me out a little. I still feel like you just took my virginity. Every time I move, I feel twinges inside me like you just took yourself out of my cunt.”

Ramonda turned on the bedside lamp. Shuri gasped at the sight of her groin: her splayed, vividly red cunt and the dried cum that covered her thighs.

“You certainly took no risk of leaving me unsatisfied,” Shuri sighed.

“It’ll feel better with some warm water soothing you. Go take you bath, dear.” Ramonda watched her go, making sure she was alright, before turning her attention to Peter. “Normally, I would kill any man who caused my daughter that much pain—but knowing Shuri, it was exactly what she wanted.”

“Pretty much. She went crazy when I was inside her—it was like she was milking me with her, ah, with her vagina. It felt so good I couldn’t help it. I started ramming into her, but she liked it, always.”

Ramonda shivered, feeling her inner folds writhe. She wanted what Shuri’d had, and with Shuri bathing, there was no reason she couldn’t have it. “Show me.”

Peter looked away. “Hey, Shuri and I, we’ve gotten pretty close. I don’t want to screw things up with her.”

Ramonda’s brow creased. “As I hear it, you’ve been screwing most everything around the palace.”

Peter shrugged. “There’s a difference between what Shuri minds and what she doesn’t.” 

He didn’t know what effect so much sex was having on his confidence, but he did feel a lot cooler under pressure than he usually did. Ramonda’s subtle censure didn’t get to him like it might have before.

Shuri called for Ramonda and she went to see to her daughter, feeling cheated as she left Peter behind.

***

Shuri laid in a tub of soft blue water, recirculating technology having already taken away the pollution that had been rinsed from her body. She now soaked in water that was as pure as icebergs. 

“I am too exhausted to move, mother. Do you think you could do my hair for me?”

“It seems I have little else to offer,” Ramonda said, tending to Shuri’s hair in an adjacent washbasin meant for that purpose. “You’re lucky, daughter. Now that you’ve taken Peter, it can only get better.”

“When he got on top of me, I thought I was going to be ripped in half. Instead, it felt so… so… I can’t begin to describe it!”

“You do not have to,” Ramonda said, her voice laden down with tension. 

Her heart was pounding. All this talk of sex she couldn’t have was getting to her as no flirtation could. She felt so aroused she could scream.

Shuri picked up on how fraught her mother’s voice was. “You want him too, don’t you?”

Ramonda nodded. “Yes. Now that I’ve seen what you have, it makes me selfish—wondering why the young should enjoy what the elderly cannot.”

Shuri smiled slowly. “Why indeed? It’s clear Peter is too much for me—alone. How about instead of letting him tomcat his way through the palace, we share him. Between the two of us, we just may be enough to tend to all his needs.”

“Do not play games,” Ramonda frowned. “What do you get out of it? You know you could just let him use the Dora Milaje.”

“I’m thinking only of giving both you and Peter happiness,” Shuri insisted. “But, if we must practice realpolitik… I want you to let him have your ass.”

Ramonda’s eyes widened dramatically. “You little alley cat! You are most certainly my daughter.” She kissed Shuri’s head. “Take a nice, long bath, my dear.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask for help,” Shuri retorted, grinning.

It was then that Peter knocked at the door, opening it a crack without letting himself in. “Hey, hope no one minds if I use the toilet?”

“Go right ahead,” Ramonda said. “I was just leaving.”

She left, passing Peter on the way out. He’d put on his boxers, but nothing else. Shuri splashed away in the tub, now finding herself quite able to move around, her energy returning in Peter’s presence. When Peter had finished at the toilet, she smiled at him.

“I cut a deal with my mother.”

“Oh?”

“How would you like to have a little anal sex?”

Peter bent down and kissed her. “I suppose I could manage to endure it.”

“There’s only one catch.”

***

Ramonda turned as the bathroom door closed behind Peter. She stared at Peter for a moment, feeling her pussy throb needfully. She could see that he was hard already.

Peter came up to her, his hands gently stroking her arms. “Shuri doesn’t like seeing you without a man of your own.” He kissed her, his hands moving to the firm swells of her chest.

Ramonda gasped. “Are you going to rip these clothes off me or will I have to do it myself?”

“I think I could use a good striptease.”

Ramonda nearly tore her clothes taking them off, but finally she revealed herself to Peter.

“You’re gorgeous,” Peter gulped. Now that he saw her naked, he could see age had done very little to diminish the beauty she’d been born with.

Ramonda smiled sensually at him. She cupped her breasts, offering them to his mouth, and Peter bent forward to take advantage. His lips closed over a heavy nipple, biting it gently.

Ramonda shuddered, her legs weak. She reached out and fisted Peter’s long, thick manhood out of his boxers. Peter gasping at the touch of her hand. His mouth sucked harder at Ramonda’s breast, while his hand slipped between her legs, feeling for her sex. 

“Ahhhh!” Ramonda thrilled as her cunt was touched. She squeezed his cock almost painfully and moved closer, until she could feel his cockhead against her bare thigh.

“Get inside me, Peter,” she asked him hoarsely. “Mount me and fuck me like you did my daughter.”

***

Hearing Ramonda cry out in sudden, unexpected pleasure made Shuri smile. She took her time finishing her bath, then rinsed off, still being careful of her pussy. She was sure there would be some pain when it was brought into action again, but with Peter, it’d be worth it. Some sadomasochistic part of her could barely wait for that.

As she toweled herself off, Shuri heard the bed creaking, her mother sounding off as wildly as an animal. The noise kindled a fire in Shuri’s belly and she gently stroked her breasts, biting her lip as she felt her body prepare itself for the same treatment Ramonda was currently receiving.

She opened the bathroom door, to watch and be tantalized as she knew Ramonda had watched her. Her mother was bent over the foot of the bed, Peter standing behind her, thrusting all the way into her with every stroke. And every time he did, Ramonda moaned in abject pleasure.

“Nnnh! Peter, do it! More, Peter, please!”

Shuri cupped her breasts, teasing the nipples even stiffer than they already were. Whatever quality her mother had to enjoy watching more than participating, she didn’t have it, not yet. She needed to join in.

“Rrrgh! Fuck me!” Ramonda thrust her ass up to meet Peter’s pistoning hips. Her body shook as she took his cock, her hair flying in all directions. “Pleeeaaasseeeee!”

Shuri went to Peter, kissing him as he fucked her mother. Their tongues tangled as they saw how many ways their lips could fit together. Then Shuri slid onto the bed, opening her legs before Ramonda’s face. Her wet sex was within inches of her mother’s mouth.

“Okay, Shuri—you—ahhh, Peter, so deep inside--!” Unable to think, completely lost in the sex, Ramonda moved forward and let her tongue make contact with Shuri’s pussy.

Ramonda didn’t know or care what she was doing. All of her thinking was centered around Peter’s enormous member as it opened her up. She couldn’t believe how it felt. Every thrust had her thinking she would be split apart, but her body absorbed the intense sensation and demanded more. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had—all that counted was having more!

“Ohhh, mother—eat me! Eat my cunt!” Shuri cried, Ramonda sucking on her clit. She felt a wonderful flash of light explode inside her body and then jerked, climaxing, flooding her own mother’s mouth with her sexual taste.

Peter’s manhood throbbed violently. He gave Ramonda one last, violent thrust—then groaned as his balls flooded Ramonda’s sex. She screamed, then collapsed into her daughter’s lap, the motion dragging Peter’s cock out of her.

Peter was nowhere near done. His cock remained as hard as ever. “Get over here, Shuri. It’s your turn.”

No matter how her satisfaction tried to lull her to sleep, Shuri couldn’t resist the prospect of more. She offered her hand and Peter took it, yanking her to her feet, then pressing her back against the wall as he reached down to massage her cunt. Shuri simpered as she felt his hand rubbing her mother’s saliva deep into her folds.

“Great Bast, I’ve missed feeling that beautiful prick of yours inside me,” she whined, licking Peter’s ear. “I’ve only gotten a few hours’ rest and yet it feel like weeks, months even.”

“Years,” Peter added, taking her hand and pulling it to his manhood. She immediately started stroking it to its fullest hardness.

“I keep forgetting just how good your prick feels… whenever you put it back in, it’s always better than I remember.” Shuri gasped as Peter thrust another finger into her wet pussy, preparing her for the fucking his thick cock would soon give her. “Make me remember, Peter! Quickly! Before my mother wants some more!”

“You’re sure?” Peter asked her. “I thought you wanted me to fuck her ass.”

“That can wait. I can’t. I’m so hot I can’t take it anymore. I need to have you inside me. Now!”

“Far be it for me to disobey the Princess of Wakanda,” Peter quipped, then easily picked Shuri up with his superhuman strength, pinning her against the wall as he thrust into her. 

“Ohhh, fuck, you fuck me better than any man ever has!” she grunted, wrapping herself around Peter again, his prick plunging deep inside her.

They fucked quickly, desperation on their faces. Peter pounded Shuri against the wall, her making throaty noises, her head thrown back as her pleasure mounted. Her legs kicked out in a straight vee behind his back, trembling with every stroke he gave her receptive cunt.

She came suddenly, burying her mouth in Peter’s brown hair, moaning “Shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

They kept going, frantically, every need satisfied to its fullest before they could be interrupted. Shuri came again and again, each time like she’d been struck a hard blow. She would throw her arms out, kick with her legs, tighten her arms’ grip on Peter. Getting his cock as deep as it could go inside her. He pistoned himself into her harder and faster. Shuri knew he was ready to come.

“I can feel it coming,” she gasped hoarsely. “Your prick’s getting nice and thick—getting ready to shoot all your hot cum into me. Do it, Peter… almost there… let me have it, don’t hold back! You’ve fucked me so hard already… Great Bast, you’ve made me feel so good!”

Peter exploded, shooting his cum into Shuri in great thick ropes, fucking her all he could while he did. They fell to the floor and Peter pinned her down there as well, fucking her against the marble tile until she climaxed again, her legs wrapped around his pumping hips. Shuri gurgled out what she could voice of her ecstasy while her inner muscles milked Peter dry.

Peter left her there on the ground and went back to Ramonda. She was still lying face-down on the bed, her lower body dangling over the side. Peter got behind her as he had before, but this time he brought his cock to her asshole.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he panted.

“Peter!” Ramonda gasped, finally coming back to herself just in time to freeze in terror. She’d managed to take Peter’s cock inside her cunt, but getting fucked in the ass by him seemed simply impossible. “Ohhh… wait, please…”

“Remember our deal?” Peter asked, pushing slightly, his glans riding into Ramonda’s sphincter.

“Ooohh… yes! I want it! Do it to me!” Ramonda pushed her hips back, trying to get him to slip inside. Peter pushed harder, burying himself in Ramonda’s ass with one big thrust. “Yes, I love it! I just need one more thing, just one more thing!”

“Name it. I’ll do my best to give it to you, whatever it is,” Peter offered.

“Come inside me. Come in my ass!” Ramonda pleaded. “Should be as easy as—getting out of bed with how—tight it feels in my ass—so fucking tight! You’d do it on your own, but it just makes me feel so totally—such a dirty fucker—when I hear myself begging for it!”

Peter nodded, knowing now that Ramonda craved exactly what her daughter did. And he was certainly ready to give it to her, but he forced himself to hold back, wanting to see just how badly Ramonda wanted it.

“You like begging for it?” he asked her. “Well then, let’s hear you beg. Beg me!”

Ramonda happily pleaded: “Come for me! Please come for me, Peter! Fill my fucking asshole with so much of your hot cum that I can’t take anymore! Please, please come in my ass!”

“You’re in luck,” Peter teased. “Just so happens I’ve got a load to give your ass right now!”

He locked his fingers on Ramonda’s full hips, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. Then he rocked her back and forth, a flurry of fucking thrusts delivered with brutal friction. Ramonda screamed in wild anticipation, then felt his cock gush inside her, delivering a dose of scalding cum deep into her bowels.

By now, Shuri had finally recovered, in time to see her mother panting, face glistening with sweat. She was obviously trying to say something, but no sound came out.

“Mom? Are you alright?” Shuri asked, frightened.

“Unhh…” Ramonda groaned, eyes blinking rapidly now.

“Peter, what are you doing to her?”

“Giving her what she asked for!” Peter grunted, sweat pouring off his face. Neither one of them moved as he pumped and pumped and pumped his load into Ramonda’s packed rectum.

“GAAAHHHH!” Ramonda cried at last, a scream seemingly torn right from her soul. Clawing at the bedsheets, she pulled herself off of Peter’s impaling prick and fell on her face, shaking anxiously in the middle of the bed.

“Mother!” Shuri dropped down beside her, taking Ramonda in her arms.

“Hhhhaa!” Ramonda still screamed, but it was obvious by now that it was not in pain.

“She okay?” Peter asked, sagging down heavily beside Shuri.

Shuri nodded, not looking away from her mother’s jerking body.

Ramonda slowly stilled, quieting down, until she was lying there silent and still. She blinked two times, dazedly, and then drew in a long breath, shuddering as she exhaled.

“I… I never thought it could feel like that! Peter, you’re amazing!” She shook her head. “H-how long was I… indisposed?”

“Some time, Mother. Are you all right now?”

“All right?” Ramonda laughed on the edge of hysteria. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be all right again. I don’t know what I am. When Peter fucked me in the ass, it was…” Ramonda trailed off. “I can’t describe it, but it was the most intense—the best sex I’ve ever had. Thank you. Thank you so much for sharing him with me. I can’t believe you can resist the urge to keep him all to yourself!”

Shuri hugged Ramonda while looking at Peter. “There’s too much of him to keep to myself.” She kissed him. Peter blushed and Ramonda laughed, with Shuri quickly joining her. “Don’t ever change, Peter. Just keep being our man. We don’t ever want to be satisfied by someone else.”

“We couldn’t be satisfied by someone else,” Ramonda added. Peter’s cum was still pouring out of her as she swooned. “If anyone ever asks, I’ll tell them that Peter Parker gave me the most cum I’ve ever taken. I almost hope they do! I want the whole world to know what a stallion my daughter has found for herself!”

“For both of us,” Shuri told her. “Now that we know you can take his cock up your ass, let’s see if practice makes perfect.” 

“Oh, no!” Ramonda chuckled. “I’ll need to let myself recover first. It isn’t every day that I get fucked by a ten-inch prick!”

Shuri kissed her, then hugged Peter ardently. “Then he’s all mine.”