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The Royal Treatment
🕑 Added 2024-08-15 10:43:37 +0000 UTCResult of the July Poll.
Things were tough for Wakanda following Thanos' invasion. Even with the damage of the mad titan's genocide undone, without their king and protector, the once-mighty nation began to fall apart. Luckily, the refugees of Asgard were happy to step up where Wakandan leadership failed, leaving Princess Shuri free to show her thanks to Wakanda's new protectors: The Avengers.
TW: mild raceplay, teen, gilf, free-use, mind control.
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Wakanda had stood proud for ten thousand years, since the mighty Bashenga himself found the heart-shaped herb and united the warring tribes as the first Black Panther. For ten thousand years the nation had grown, and flourished, and held its ground against rivals and enemies both from within and beyond its borders. For ten thousand years it had been a bastion of culture and art and music and technology untouched by colonialism and imperialism. For ten thousands years, the Black Panther had stood proudly and ruled the people they were sworn to protect.
Until now.
Now the Black Panther knelt, and lovingly bathed a pair of full Norse balls with her tongue.
Shuri groaned with arousal, her slender brown fingers stroking over the heavy black leather of Thor’s breeches as she nuzzled against his godly cock. Her big dark eyes stared up at her god-king with nothing but adoration, her plush lips open wide and her hot, wet tongue coiling around the thick white length draped over her face.
It had been a strange few years for the once-mighty nation of Wakanda. First their beautiful homeland had become a battleground as an alien madman did what no one in history had done, and defeated Wakanda’s defenders. Half of the population had been erased, not just Wakanda but the entire universe, and Shuri had been amongst them. In her and her brother’s absence her mother, Ramonda, had rallied the survivors and restored some sense of normalcy, but the damage had been done.
Even once Thanos’ genocide had been reversed, Wakanda hadn’t been able to recover. Their spirit was broken, their pride sundered, and things had only continued to get worse.
T’challa was gone, and Shuri’s synthetic Heart-shaped herb had proven to be no replacement for the sacred plants burned by Kilmonger. She was Black Panther in name only, with no power to protect her people, and as Ramonda’s rule crumbled and the age of Wakanda’s end came rushing to meet them, all the last survivors of Bashenga’s line could do was step aside.
The refugees of Asgard had been welcomed in as friends in the dark days following Thanos’ atrocity, and for a time all had been well. They were a proud and advanced people just like Wakanda, but other than a few mild cultural clashes, had proven to be valued allies and respected guests. That respectful balance began to shift, however, as Wakanda fell apart.
At first it was subtle, the Asgardians stepped up to fill the ranks of the armies and workforces. They protected the border of their new home, gave their council to the tribal elders, advised Ramonda on how to rescue her civilisation from collapse. But now, years later, the nation once known as Wakanda was recognised internationally as New Asgard.
It hadn’t been a conquest, not really. The Asgardians had simply stepped up where Wakandan leadership had failed, politely and respectfully taking the mantle of responsibility for themselves bit by bit, until at last the queen and princess of Wakanda were leaders in name only.
Queen Valkyrie sat on the throne now, with a court of Asgardian advisors at her side and the powerless figureheads of the tribal council at her feet. The women who were supposed to lead the noble tribes of Wakanda instead spent their days serving drinks and food, fanning their Asgardian overlords, and devotedly pleasuring the pussy of their queen.
The Avengers, since the obliteration of their compound in the final battle against Thanos, had been welcomed to Wakanda with open arms. It was a safe haven, a home away from home, a secondary base of operations, and essentially a vacation spot. When Earth’s Mightiest Heroes weren’t saving the day, they were enjoying the sun, exotic food, and the doting attentions of Wakandan slaves, chief among them Ramonda and Shuri themselves.
The royal women of Wakanda let their new queen worry about ruling, all they concerned themselves with was keeping their heroic houseguests happy at all times, however they desired.
And so Shuri was spending her morning naked and kneeling in the large open lounge of the new Avengers Tower, formerly her own laboratory. Her slender brown body glistened with oils, her pert little tits heaving, dark nipples pierced with ornate rings of both Vibranium and Asgardian Uru. Her piercings were matched around her throat by her collar, gorgeously forged and intricately engraved with Norse patterns, her only piece of clothing both fit for a princess, and suitable for a fuckslave.
She moaned wetly, popping the prince of thunder’s ball out of her mouth and panting for breath before delivering a long, loving lick from Thor’s base up to his throbbing head.
“May I please take you inside me, daddy?” Shuri simpered, batting her lashes up at the blond avenger who was, at the moment, more concerned with Fortnite than the African teenager gurgling on his godhood.
“Hm? Oh, yes, by all means Princess, see how deep you can go.” Thor smiled fondly, giving her a patronising pat on the head before returning his attention to his video game.
Shuri smiled too, not minding the dismissal, before opening her mouth and enveloping Thor’s cock with her pillowy lips. She enjoyed seeing Thor happy, he was probably her favourite Avenger to pleasure, but he’d been through such a hard time over the past years. His depression at failing to stop Thanos had turned him from a proud, statuesque Adonis into a sad, haunted, pot-bellied wreck. Shuri had, of course, spent more time than she could count sucking, stroking, and bouncing on his cock to cheer him up to no avail, but at last it seemed he was back in good spirits, not to mention shape.
The princess of Wakanda purred approvingly, her nubile throat opening up inch by inch as she sank down onto Thor’s cock. Her eyes admired the sculpted abs, pecs, and biceps of the god of thunder as she gagged and bobbed her face up and down. Thor was such a handsome specimen, even if Shuri hadn’t been slowly transformed into a meek white-cock addicted fuckdoll, she would have begged to climb him like a tree.
It was funny, when news of the Avengers had first reached Wakanda, Shuri would have never imagined having sex with a white man, now she wasn’t satisfied unless she’d been stuffed full by at least three each day. If she’d been in a more cognisant state, Shuri might have wondered what caused that change, but as always there were cocks to suck, cum to devour, and a hungry throb in her ebony cunt that could only be satisfied by white meat.
Who had time to think when there was work to do? And Shuri loved nothing more than her work.
“Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck!”
The sounds of an African throat slobbering and gagging on Norse cock filled the warm Wakandan air as Shuri did what she did best. Her thick brown lips sucked and slurped over pale white cockmeat. Her wet young tongue coiled and stroked and licked with glee, savouring the taste of godly dick. Her scalp stung pleasantly as Thor absent mindedly reached down and grabbed her thick black braids and used them as reigns to facefuck the little African slut harder.
Reaching down between her quaking thighs, Shuri sank two fingers into her sopping ebony fuckhole, lashes fluttering as she spread her petals wide and exposed the gushing vulnerable pinkness of her pussy to the air. She ached to have someone or something fill the ravenous void inside her, luckily Thor wasn’t the only Avenger awake.
“Starting early today, big guy?” Captain Marvel laughed, wandering into the lounge in a tank top and sweatpants, a mug of coffee in her hand.
“Jealous are we, Captain?” Thor smirked, glancing up from his game and clutching Shuri’s skull against his lap a little tighter.
“Oh I’ve had my fun with my Dora bedwarmers already.” Carol shrugged, “But this cutie’s always fun to take for a ride.”
“Well she’s taken.”
“Her mouth is.” Carol smiled sweetly, setting down her mug and giving Shuri’s rump a sharp smack. “Legs straight, kid, ass up.”
“Ggluh… yesh… yesh mommy.” Shuri burbled, forcing her face off Thor’s pole with a gush of spit and precum down her chin. No sooner had she obeyed Carol was palming her tight black butt, her calloused fingers exploring the sopping cleft of Shuri’s royal cunt and making her tremble even more.
Thor grunted with annoyance, but with Shuri’s lips returned to his cock had little to complain about, instead refocussing on the match.
As time went on and Shuri was assaulted from both ends by gorgeous blonde avengers, more of Earth’s Mightiest wandered in to join, enjoy their breakfasts, or just pass through on their way to other submissive Wakandan sluts.
Ramonda herself staggered in just as Shuri’s cheeks were filled with the prince of thunder’s load, biting her lip with jealousy as she watched Thor’s seed leak from her daughter’s lips. Behind the former queen, Steve Rogers walked into the room stretching and looking satisfied. He gave Ramonda a fond grope to her fat brown breast and kissed her cheek.
The white-haired royal was blushing and panting from use, her legs quivering and massive tits heaving. She melted into the supersoldier’s touch with a whimper, legs spreading on instinct to display the heavily creampied mess of her fertile ebony cunt.
“Hah… th… thank you Captain Rogers.” Ramonda panted, chewing on her lip as her hands wandered towards the captain’s crotch yet again. “M… may I get you anything else?”
“You’ve been too kind already, Ma’am.” Steve smiled, giving the naked queen a respectful nod before marching away. No sooner had he left, a pale palm crashed against Ramonda’s gigantic black bubblebutt, the sound of the impact ringing out across the entire lounge, along with the former queen’s squeak of arousal.
“Waste not, want not, your majesty.” Black Widow grinned, looping her arm around Ramonda’s waist and forcefully guiding her down onto one of the couches. “Those super-swimmers might not knock you up, but that’s no excuse to let them go.”
“O… of course, miss Romanov.” Ramonda blushed, parting her legs and displaying the slick, plump mound of her eager royal cunt. She trembled as Natasha’s fingers dipped inside her, scooping up the huge oozing mess escaping her womb and bringing it to her lips.
Shuri felt a jealous thrill run down her spine as she watched her mother lick Captain America’s cum and her own nectar from Black Widow’s dainty fingers. She could only imagine how that decadent treat must have felt slithering down her throat.
She sighed longingly, but dutifully re-focussed on Thor’s cock, hard and ready again after just a few moments. Behind her, Carol chuckled, watching as Shuri clutched the god’s meat against her cheek and began to lick it clean. Her strong hand glowed with cosmic light and the princess of Wakanda squealed, her poor pussy buzzing and glowing around the Captain’s fingers. Clearly she wasn’t going to let Thor hog all the attention.
“May I ride you daddy?” Shuri moaned, fighting to remain sane as Carol’s super-fingers worked her clit like the world’s best vibrator. “Stuff my… tight little hole with… with your big… white… coooock!”
Thor grunted. “Damn it Carol, can’t you find your own?”
“I’ll fight you for it.” Captain Marvel grinned back, patting Shuri’s trembling butt and ramming another finger inside her.
Thor rolled his eyes and pushed Shuri off himself, spinning her around and yanking her hips down onto his cock. Shuri’s squeal of delight was cut short as she was quickly submerged in blonde pussy, Carol’s fist closing on her hair and forcing her face between her thighs.
Stretched by godly cock at one end, and smothered in blonde-haired pussy at the other, Shuri reflected on how much happier she was now that Wakanda had been conquered. A pleasant yellow glow glimmered behind her eyes as she set about her work and did her duty with delight, unnoticed by all, as usual.
Even if anyone had seen it, it wouldn’t have mattered. The mind stone’s influence on the women of Wakanda was total, and with the stone destroyed there was no going back.
Shuri wouldn’t have wanted to anyway, not when being a submissive slut for white cock made her so happy, and so she purred with delight and bounced her ass and worked her tongue and embraced her destiny. Like every woman in her once great nation, she was nothing more than a slave to her craving for white cock.
