King of Wakanda update

Ramonda moved through Peter’s quarters, tirelessly tidying up the few items that were out of place. For all Peter’s maturity, he was still a teenage boy, and would make messes. And as T’Challa’s chosen successor, he was Ramonda’s responsibility—she’d consider it a dishonor to leave his cleanliness to the serving staff. Either she’d teach him to clean up after himself or become his personal maid, but she would not let him go back to America a slob.

The door to Peter’s bedchamber was partially open. If Ramonda hadn’t thought to close it, as she would position a pair of shoes together or hang up a discarded jacket, she would’ve walked right by the door. Instead, she looked through it and was frozen in her tracks at what confronted her.

Shuri was perched on Peter’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her face was against Peter’s cheek and as Ramonda watched, she saw her daughter kissing and tonguing Peter’s ear. Peter groaned softly, his hands caressing Shuri’s body, cupping her firm young breasts through the material of her top. They sat on the bed, and Shuri was clearly no more a stranger to it than Peter was.

“Do my breasts meet with your approval, my king?” she moaned softly into Peter’s ear. “Your hands meet with mine. I feel so horny when your hands are on me…”

She pulled down her top until the clinging fabric slid under her breasts. Ramonda could see that her daughter’s nipples were already fat and stiff, drawing Peter’s hands to squeeze and stroke her equally swollen breasts. He twisted Shuri’s nipples, plucking them out from her jet-black areolas, feeding them pleasure until Ramonda found herself unable to imagine what her daughter was going through. 

She could vaguely recall how her husband’s hands had felt, how a man could make a woman’s body come alive with hunger, but she no longer remembered the peak that Peter was driving Shuri to—the absolute need.

“Take my pussy now,” Shuri pleaded, squirming, almost writhing on Peter’s lap. “I want to feel your touch where your cock will go.”

Shuri raised her body slightly, letting Peter take down first her tight shorts, then remove her thin panties from the roundness of her ass. With Shuri up off Peter’s lap, Ramonda could see the hard bulge of Peter’s manhood pushing through the material of his slacks. She wondered how it felt to Shuri, that hot, hard flesh pressing into her buttocks.

Shuri lowered herself again, opening her toned thighs to splay them across Peter’s lap, and Ramonda saw the obsidian hair of Shuri’s groin gleaming with moist light. Peter slid his hand down Shuri’s belly, causing a quietly pleasurable shiver that shot out from the touch of his palm on the tender flesh of her groin. His fingers slid between her thighs. He felt her clit, the swell of her sensitive labia. His other hand came up to capture one of her breasts in a squeeze that seemed determined to prove how firm her young flesh was.

“Yesss, Peter,” Shuri breathed softly as his hands roamed her nubile body, taking all the pleasure they could find in its ripe curves. “Touch me, baby. Make me feel good. Make me feel like I’m your girl.”

The familiar words—words she had said herself when she was Shuri’s age—struck Ramonda like a slap across the face. She wanted to run, to flee from what she now knew about her daughter. But her body refused to move. It was like she was condemned to see exactly how much Shuri had inherited her own libertine ways.

Soon, Shuri’s pleas became softly satiated whimpers, buried in Peter’s neck while he pleasured her. Then her back arched sharply, an ecstatic gasp rising from deep in her throat as she launched her hips forward, fucking them on Peter’s fingers. Ramonda saw, through Shuri’s wildly flying hair, how her eyes stared upward blankly, needing to see nothing when she had Peter’s fingers inside her and could feel everything.

Shuri’s convulsions finally melted away into stillness. She put her small hand on Peter’s lean forearm to quiet his tickling fingers. “Stop now, Peter. It’s too much,” she mewled.

Teasingly, Peter flicked his fingers at Shuri’s clit, and she nearly fell off his lap at the sudden bolt of pleasure.

“Gghh! Uh-uh! Quit it,” Shuri said gently, picking herself up with Peter’s help and giving him a long kiss. “It’s your turn now.”

“I thought that was my turn,” Peter teased, starting to cup her breast again, but she slid off him before he could get a good grip. “You’re a whole lot of fun to play with.”

“So are you,” Shuri replied, smiling lustfully as she reached down to open his pants. “Which is why it’s your turn to be played with.”

In the space of a breath, she pulled out his huge prick. Ramonda’s breath caught in her throat, seeing her daughter’s hand clutch the thick erection like a dark shadow falling across angry red flesh. Shuri’s slender fingers could barely get all the way around it.

“I know what this wants,” Shuri continued, bending down to bring her blue-lacquered lips against his engorged knob. “It wants to be in my mouth. That’s what it wants…”

Her pink tongue slid out of her mouth, teasingly touching the very end of Peter’s member. He let out a long, unspooling moan at the feeling. Her tongue caressed his glans from every angle.

No, Ramonda almost shouted her, but her throat seemed to be closed up with the outrage she felt—as if in sympathy with Shuri. It was too big for her baby girl. She’d choke trying to get the whole thing into her mouth. But a moment later, Ramonda saw that Shuri was more prepared to take Peter’s cock than she had realized.

Shuri’s beautifully plump lips smeared across Peter’s cockhead, then they opened more than Ramonda would have thought possible. She showed no trouble taking Peter’s knob into her hot young mouth.

“Yeah, Shuri!” Peter groaned. “Eat it! Suck my cock!”

Ramonda watched as her daughter’s gorgeous face moved down in total acceptance of Peter’s manhood, taking its raging length further and further into her throat. She was amazed at how much of it disappeared in Shuri’s mouth, despite how long and how thick his erection was. 

It actually mystified her where all of it was going, like an optical illusion telling her that Peter’s whole length shouldn’t simply fit in Shuri’s mouth, despite the fact that she was clearly swallowing it. Ramonda could hear her gulping down more and more, her throat gurgling around its hardened length until it had to be down her throat, somewhere in her chest, impaling her by an reasonable measure. 

Great Bast, Ramonda thought, she actually swallowed all of it. Even as the thought finally occurred to her, she saw that Shuri’s plump lips were pushing against Peter’s wiry pubic hairs, at the base of his long cock.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” Peter grunted, feeling Shuri sliding her mouth back up the length of his prick, lips clinging to his throbbing shaft. “Nobody sucks cock like you, Shuri. Nobody!”

Ramonda heard Shuri grunting animalistically as she wracked herself back down Peter’s cock, stuffing all its length back into her throat. Peter’s hand slid down her naked back with all its flawless skin, moving down along the curve of her girthy buttocks. Dipping into the splayed part between her asscheeks. Ramonda heard Shuri humming loudly around Peter’s cock and knew that he was fingering her asshole.

With his other hand, Peter reached under Shuri’s body to grope a pert breast. Shuri gurgled needfully as even more of her was stimulated—she acted like she enjoyed giving a blowjob more than having sex, so long as Peter’s hands were on her. Now Peter wasn’t just being sucked off, he was fucking Shuri’s face, driving his thick slab of cock into her throat while using her tits and ass just as openly.

Ramonda had known that feeling of being taken, used. The first time it’d happened, the feeling of being so utterly possessed had frightened her. But after a few moments, she had become lost in the mad lust of being fucked so entirely. She’d grown to love the feeling of being completely desired, of giving all her body over to another.

Now it was happening to her daughter and Ramonda found herself torn between outrage at what was happening to her little girl and feelings of jealousy that it wasn’t happening to her. She stood there, rubbing first her breast, then her sex, right through the thin fabric of her panties.

No, she thought, realizing what had happened to her—the lust that what she was seeing had aroused in her. This cannot be! But she couldn’t stop desperately fondling herself, as if to join in on the ecstasy that Peter and Shuri were clearly feeling.

Suddenly Peter’s hard, virile body stiffened. Seeing it, Ramonda knew instinctively what would happen. Feeling it, how could Shuri not? Peter’s body arched, and as it did, Shuri pulled herself back until only Peter’s cockhead was still inside her mouth. No sooner had she repositioned herself then the first spurt of boiling cum exploded out from the tip of Peter’s manhood, filling Shuri’s mouth so excessive that Ramonda could almost taste it herself. 

Ramonda felt her own pussy throb, pulsing to a maddening beat, and just as she wondered how long her arousal could maintain such a pace, she came. With Peter still ejaculating into her daughter’s mouth, Ramonda soaked her panties with her own juices, the creamy evidence of it running down the insides of her thighs. 

She had finally done it. She had joined in on the satisfaction of Peter and Shuri that she had been envying so.

And it was as if somehow, there’d been feedback—as she’d enjoyed watching Peter and Shuri, masturbating to the two of them had forced their sex to new heights. Peter’s load proved too much for Shuri to swallow; thick rivulets of it ran from the corners of her daughter’s lips, all over Shuri’s chin, to drip down onto Peter’s thigh like melting wax as he kept pumping her mouth full of his seed. Thoroughly claiming it as if Shuri hadn’t enthusiastically given her mouth to him.

Ramonda could remember the feeling of having a man come in her mouth, but never in all her life had she thought that one man could produce so much cum. And Shuri, barely a woman, was the one who got to enjoy all of it. So early in her life, she’d found a perfect mate…

Slowly, Peter’s body dropped back down to the bed. His breath came in short gasps. Shuri was still going at him, milking his prick for every last drop of cum. Ramonda could only imagine how good it tasted, given how Shuri seemed to love it. 

Then her daughter pulled her mouth off of Peter’s cock and lapped up all other traces of his semen from his thighs and groin. Only then did she pick herself up from Peter’s lap, with love in her eyes that was almost too much for Ramonda to bear seeing, especially when her daughter’s face glistened with cum and saliva, showing the depravity of what she had just done. Shuri loved Peter. And she loved being his whore.

Ramonda could not take any more, especially seeing quite clearly that the pair was far from done. She didn’t want to see her baby girl suck Peter’s cock back to hardness, see her lie back with legs spread to accept Peter’s cock with her sex as readily as she had with her mouth.

Ramonda could not take envying her daughter that much.