Disclaimer: X-Men Tales: is loosely based on the X-Men- Evolution t.v. cartoon series, as well as the comicbook produced by Marvel Comics. ____________________________________________________________________
The X-Men are mutants, unfortunate people born with an X-gene that gives them extraordinary powers and abilities which makes them outcasts to those considered "normal" in the world. _____________________________________________________________________________
X-Men cast: (Teachers) Professor-X, Angel, Banshee, Beast, Bishop, Forge, Polaris, Storm, and Wolverine, The White Queen, Dr Mora MacTaggert,
(Students) Cannonball-17, Cyclops-17, Colossus-18, Gambit-17, Iceman-16, Multiple boy-13, Nightcrawler-16, Northstar-17, Spike-15, Sunspot-16, Thunderbird-18 / Amanda-16, Jubilee-13, Karma-16, Magma-15, Premonition (Jean Grey)-17, Rogue-16, Shadowcat-14, Spirit-17, Syran-16, Wolvesbane-15, WeaponX-16 _____________________________________________________________________________
WAKANDA: an African nation governed by the legendary bloodline of king T'Challa Black Panther: king of wakanda, and a member of the superhero group The Avengers. Storm: legendary goddess of air, with the power to control weather. She's also an X-Man. Spike: a mutant with the power to expel his bones as weapons. Also the biological son of king T'Challa and Storm.
X-Men Tales: -pt27
Title: AFRICAN RITE
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AFRICA
Africa is believed [by many] to be the birthplace of humanity. The Garden Of Eden is believed to have dwelled there, and some believe to this day that it still does, somewhere buried deep within the heart of the continent.
WAKANDA is the birthplace of king T'Challa. Unlike most of Africa's native tribes, the people of Wakanda made a point of expanding their inner world knowledge to include western science, while keeping deep tradition with their tribe's cultures. As a result, Wakanda had become one of Africa's richest independent nations, thriving off its own traditions as well as inventions its high tech warehouses had to offer.
Upon returning to Wakanda, T'Challa showed his 15 year old son Evan [Spike] Daniels, everything a prince should know about his birthplace.
With his mom and dad by his side, Evan explored Africa from one city to the next, getting a good sense what the country was about. With all its beautiful forests and breathtaking landscapes, Africa was a country on the verge of ruin, as industry sought to bleed the land dry of its rich soils and minerals. While Africa thrived with of the fruits of nature, it's forests were being torn down by culturists, its animals were being hunted by collectors, and many of its tribal people were being run right out of their homes. In some of the poorest nations [where drought had left many of its people's malnourished, their crops dead, and their cattle sick and weakened], Storm flew in as a welcoming sight to behold. Using her powers over the weather, he lifted her hands to the heavens and commanded the rains to come. The natives watched in wonder as thick dark storm clouds instantly began to wrestle, bringing forth a torrential [much needed] rain
Word quickly spread from village to village that after long last, the `weather goddess' had returned as delight came back to the motherland.
Evan couldn't have been any prouder than when he watched his mother [Storm] feed the weak, infirmed, and the young with her life giving rains. Storm was indeed a GODDESS, sent forth to save the world.
T'Challa showed his son all the royalties given to him through his birth rite. As the son of a king, Evan lived in the best homes Wakanda had to offer. The Wakanda Palace was a huge mansion which would put Xavier's estate to shame. The rooms were decorated with modern/traditional Wakanda furnishings and designs, catering to the desires of any modern day family with: lavish bathrooms, televisions, marble flooring, Jacuzzis, swimming pools, gyms, spas, play rooms, the works.
Even's favorite part was when his father introduced him to his very own harem, his own private livestock of girls catering to his every [whimsical] mood. T'Challa laughed when he saw the dick print in his son's crotch immediate elongate, indicating his eagerness to start playing with his new toys. T'Challa even watched as Evan was quickly stripped and bathed by his new harem, each taking a 5 minute turn sucking his dick, getting used to his needs, wants, and desires. Evan was only on the second girl when he suddenly filled her mouth with his royal cum. The girl graciously ate it, swallowing his seed as it sped to her stomach for digesting.
The girls resumed their rotation, each continuing with their 5 minute interval. Even was now on his 6th girl before he came again, flooding another girl's mouth. The girl drained him dry as they continued on. By the time each girl had gotten her 5 minute turn, Evan had cum a total of 4 times, feeding 4 different girls his load.
"I think I'm gonna like it here...!" he thrilled to himself.
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As days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, Evan began growing more and more comfortable living in Wakanda. T'Challa had begun teaching Evan the ways of the Panther. The blood was within his birth rite. Evan had natural instinct and reflexes, which he had to tune and nurture. He watched his father battle opponents in mock fights to the death. Some of the tribe's most powerful warriors, trained with the art of the hunt were deployed against his father, with weapons and technology tipping the scales on their sides. T'Challa used only his Black Panther costume, and his natural born skills in the fights.
The hunters would chase him through the forest, hunting him as they would the famous black cats of legend. T'Challa would usually stick to the trees, using the plentiful leaves and the tree's thick bark as camouflage. When spotted, the warriors would fire their weapons, trying their best to kill the target. The exercise was pointless if the warriors didn't try to kill him.
T'Challa would flip, jump, and dodge the array of open fire, taking cover behind the forest and leaping out when least expected to strike. His strikes COULD be lethal, but T'Challa's plans were never to kill his appointed opponents, but to hone his skill to peakness.
There were several times when Evan was worried his father might not make it. Weapons from his opposition included: rapid fire missile launchers, armor piercing machine gun bullets, laser weapons, inferred telescopes, etc. But with each amazing defeat, T'Challa would stalk his enemy like a hungry cat, getting closer and closer until the enemy's reaction was too late.
"ARRRHHH...!!" screamed the warrior once pounced on. T'Challa would waste no time ridding the men of their weapons, then stripping them of their gear. A hand to hand fight would ensue, with T'Challa's superior skills reigning supreme.
When T'Challa had his opponents in a vulnerable position, he would rip away their ass guards, then free his enormous erection before ramming it straight up his unprotected asses. The men would scream out loud from the dry penetrations, struggling to break themselves free. But the struggle in battle is what kept T'Challa's dick rock hard, as he physically over powered his foe and butt fucked him in the heat of war.
Evan's dick would get painfully erect when he saw his father fucking one of his opponents. The men's faces always looked in total pain, their head smashed to the jungle floor while king T'Challa raped their manholes. T'Challa fucked [not for lust, but] for dominance. Dominating the enemy, reducing them to nothing but a fuck hole was a good way of defeating them, of teaching them who the real warrior was. The men submitted, not because they wanted to, but because they had no choice. Many of them had never been fucked before, and were getting their virginities stolen in the art of battle, making their defeat all the more humiliating.
T'Challa would strong arm them into submission, while humping roughly at their asses. The men would groan, grunt, and struggle in severe pain, their tight dry assholes becoming looser as T'Challa's big dick pounded a path straight through their holes.
The rapes wouldn't usually last long, as T'Challa's excitement of overtaking his opponent would send him over the edge. Throwing his head back in ecstasy, T'Challa would growl and howl like a wild cat while coming up his enemy's ass, shooting rapid fire straight into the men's bowels, his thick hard dick pumping and pulsing sorely as it shot thick rich semen.
"Why do you butt fuck your opponents after beating them, dad...?" asked Evan, after witnessing the second battle.
"Father..." corrected T'Challa, as he walked his son back to the Palace. "...it is custom in Wakanda to call your parents father' and mother', not mom and dad...!" said the king, as he escorted his son inside. "And I `take' my opponents as a way of establishing dominance..., like the great cats do in their own den. Establishing dominance is a way of insuring your place in the tribe..., letting others know WHO the true warrior is among you!
"Eventually YOU will start to fight in mock war..." said T'Challa, gently cupping the back of his son's head, protectively. "...and when you do, you too may feel the need to dominate your opponent..., letting him feel the power of your lance inside him before declaring the battle won! Only THEN will you truly know what it feels like to completely dominate a man!"
"Oh..., I'm had some experience dominating guys...!" admitted Evan. "Back at Xavier's Institute, there were these two students, --Robby and Roberto [Multiple-Boy and Sunspot], who ALL the guys in school fucked...! They LOVED taking it up the ass! I fucked them a few times myself...!"
"Dominating a gay man, and dominating a strong virile straight man in battle are two different things, my son...!" clarified T'Challa. "But if it's male ass you desire..., I believe we can accommodate you..." offered the father. "...provided you also like girls and carry on the family bloodline...!"
"Oh, no joke daddy..., I mean father..., --I WILL!" said Evan in agreement.
For the next several weeks Evan had his choice of girl and boy pussy to fuck and suck. With the harem, he often slept with no less than 3 girls in his bed, by his side. Each catering to his needs as they licked and sucked him all over until he was ready to pick one to mount. With the male servants he would usually take them in private, catching a single boy alone and bending him over in doggy-style position to fuck or get his dick sucked. Fucking with guys happened far less frequently than with the girls, but old habits died hard.
The male attendants would never complain as they assumed the positions, falling to their knees to suck the prince's dick, or bending over to receive him anally. Evan felt like a KING whenever a strong young man [most of them even older them him 18-20] would fall to their knees before him, then take his boy-toy into their mouths and sucking it to completion. Evan loved seeding the older African's mouth after watching their thick pillowy lips suck up and down the full length of his dick. Some of the boys were inexperienced, sucking dick for the first time, those were usually the ones Evan bent over, turning them into butt boys since their oral skills were untrained. But some of the boys were experienced, Evan figured they probably learned how to suck dick by sucking their fathers back in their homes? The idea of the boys dads taking advantage of their son made Evan's dick even harder. The boys would bury their wide noses in his pubic bush, swallowing his dick to the root. Evan could feel their thick lips suckling at his dick base, hungry for more, their slick wet tongue slithering along the underbelly of his pulsating wood. Evan would cum in their mouths, feeding them his royal load which they always seemed grateful for. They would suck him dry, draining his dick and balls until there was no cum left. Then they boys would either jack themselves off [with Evan's dick still in their mouths] or rise to their feet and thank him for allowing them to service him. Evan was always amazed at how polite the boys were to him. How genuinely they seemed to want to please him. Back at the mansion, the x-boys were always trying to make Evan the bottom because he was one of the youngest. Here, his age didn't matter.
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One day while Evan was being trained in the art of battle, T'Challa stood watch, monitoring his son's progress. Evan had come a long way from simply relying on his mutant powers, to relying on his instinct, winning more and more fights with his teachers.
T'Challa wondered how the boy would do in war?
"Stop the fight...!" yelled T'Challa, walking out into the practice area.
"What's the matter, father...?" asked Evan, breathing rapidly while holding a fighting staff and dressed merely in a loincloth, his bare chest heaving in and out. "Did I do something wrong...?"
"Not at all, son..." said T'Challa, peeling off his cape to reveal his own muscular form. "...I want to see how you fair against a...tougher opponent...!"
"YOU...?!" asked Evan, obviously frightened to fight his father.
"Don't worry, son..." said T'Challa, taking the teacher's staff before dismissing him. "...this isn't an official battle..., I will not dominate you afterwards...!" he laughed.
"But what if I win...?" asked Evan.
T'Challa laughed out loud...
"So..., the son wants to dominate the father...?" he surmised. "If I allow you that opportunity..., I would have to insist on the rules being evenly weighed...!"
"But you're far more experienced than me...!" argued Evan.
"Perhaps the danger of dominance will make you fight harder...?" reasoned T'Challa.
"I've never been fucked before..." said Evan, scared at the idea of being fucked dry.
"I'm betting neither were some of those servant boys you used..." said the king. "...but that didn't stop you from shoving your erection up their virgin asses, did it...?"
"No sir..." said Evan, "...in fact..., it made it sweeter...!"
"I know..." said T'Challa, "...I felt the same way the first time I took Captain America's virginity, when we first met...!"
"YOU fucked Captain America, father...??" said Evan out loud. "Wow...! That's like fucking..., Michael Jackson, Brad Pitt, and George Clooney all at once...!"
"Better even!" smiled T'Challa. "So..., shall we fight...?" asked the father.
Evan thought about it. Losing his virginity to his dad would be honorable. Butt fucking his own father would be unforgettable...!
"Yes sir..." he said, taking a stance. "...let's FIGHT!"
"That's MY boy!" smiled T'Challa, making the first move, stabbing at Evan with his staff.
Evan easily blocked the stab, sidestepping and using his own staff as a blocker. But T'Challa wasn't giving up that easily. Planting his staff in the ground, he used it to balance his weight as he used both feet to kick his son across the grounds.
Evan soared backwards, landing on his buttock.
"Oh, I SEE..." he said, getting back to his feet. "...we're playing for keeps...!"
"The stakes are always high in the jungle, my son...!" said T'Challa, charging.
Evan looked shocked by the charge, but dropped to the ground at the last possible second, using his feet to kick the legs from under his father. T'Challa tripped, but managed to recover quickly by tumbling back to his feet and changing directions as quickly and swiftly as a cat, tackling Evan before the boy even had a chance.
But Evan wasn't without tricks of his own. Trained by Wolverine in the Danger Room, he used his father's weight against him by grabbed the top portion of his father's body, and using the strength of his legs to catapult his momentum up overhead, effectively flipping his dad up and over him, causing him to land hard on his back.
"Well done, Evan...!" congratulated T'Challa, it wasn't often that he got toppled twice in one combat session. "But the battle is far from over...!"
"I hope so..." said Evan, talking trash. "...I'd wouldn't want my first time defeating you to be too easy...!"
"Confidence..., I like that...!" smiled T'Challa, attacking with the staff again, right, left, right.
It took every ounce of Evan's strength and courage (and a little luck) to defend against his father's attack, but it didn't take long for king T'Challa (aka The Black Panther) to totally disarm his son by sending his staff flying into the trees. Pointing the shaky end of his pole at his son's face, T'Challa said... "End of the road, son..., unless you have some tricks up your sleeve...?"
"Tricks up my sleeve...?" asked Evan coyly, holding up his hands... "...funny you should say that..." he said slyly. T'Challa's eyes narrowed as the bones under his son's arms began to move. An instant later, Evan was shooting daggers (completely composed of bone marrow) in his father's direction.
The assault was treacherous, as T'Challa had to duck, dodge, bob and weave his way by each 6" dagger (which shot into the bark of 1000 year old trees). By the time the air cleared, Evan was gone. "Oh..." smiled T'Challa, realizing there would be a hunt. "...we're playing hide n seek, are we...? Well I should warn you..." he said, already in pursuit. "...I always WIN that game!"
Evan ran as fast his he could (jumping tree roots, ducking branches, bursting through bushes), to get as much distance as he could between he and his father. He knew his father's heightened sense of smell would catch his scent in the jungle like sweet perfume on a pretty lady. His only way of avoiding his dad was by getting to water, so Evan headed for the everglades.
T'Challa realized where his son was headed, and became very alarmed. The everglades had deadly alligators and oversized snaked, Evan could get hurt (or worse yet, --killed) in a place like that. Taken to the trees, T'Challa's fighting session quickly turned into a rescue session.
Evan saw the start of the everglades, and quickly ran in to erase his scent. The swampy waters came just below the knees as he ran through (his only focus to avoid his father's capture), completely oblivious to the eyeballs poking out of the marsh staring at him.
Evan ran until he believed he was sufficient distance away, before finding a place to hide behind a large tree growing out of the swamp. He waited in ambush as his father suddenly appeared by the swamp's banks (where his son's trail ended). T'Challa visually scanned the area, looking for ripples in the (alga laden) waters. He noticed the rippling of hidden crocodile heading down water, and realized they must be closing in on Evan.
"EVAN..." he called, an urgency in his voice. "...GET OUT OF THE WATER...! THERE ARE DEADLY MANEATING COCODILE IN THE WATER...!!"
Yeah right...' smirked Evan, skeptically. ...you're just trying to get me to give in...' he reasoned, looking behind him just as one of the crocodiles began to open its large (razor sharp teeth laden) mouth for attack. `...like I'm gonna fall for thaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH...!!!" he screamed, jumping out of the way just as the croc's jaws snapped shut.
"What the fuck...!???!" he yelled, falling backwards into the water. The croc saw Evan go down, and rose up out of the swamp in full charge. Even saw his young life flash before his eyes just before his father leaped onto the creature's back out of nowhere. Armed with nothing but his bare hands, T'Challa wrestled the 8', 300lbs croc as it spun him (and itself) around in the water 360degrees at least 10 times.
Evan backed up near the banks when he noticed another croc coming at him (its jaws opened wide in full attack mode). Trying not to panic, Even ripped a 12" bone from his arm, then wedged it into the creature's mouth, keeping it from being able to snap it shut. The crocodile shook its head wildly (trying to lose the wedge) while Evan made his escape.
"DAD...!!" he yelled into the swamp, only able to see glimpses through the rough splashing of water as the creature's tail hit the waters. Evan worried for his father as more crocodile moved in for the kill. But within a few second (which seemed like an eternity to Evan), his father emerged from the swampy waters as the large crocodile slowly swam away in defeat... "Dad...!!" cried Evan, as T'Challa slowly made his way back to dry land. "Dad..., I thought I lost you...!"
"Evan..., never EVER go into the swamp unprepared...!" warned the father, hugging his son.
"I won't dad..." cried Evan into his father's chest, for nearly getting him killed. "...I never will again...!"
T'Challa placed his hand under his son's chin, lifting his head...
"Wakanda men DO NOT cry, son...! Buck up!" he ordered, sternly. "We are WARRIORS! We make men crumble at our feet!"
"Yes sir, father...!" said Evan, snapping out of it.
When T'Challa started to attack again (renewing the fight), Evan countered by spiking his bones through his skin like a porcupine. "I don't see HOW you can defeat me if you can't TOUCH me, dad...!" said Evan, cockily.
"One doesn't always need his hands to defeat an opponent, son...!" advised T'Challa, jumping up to retrieve a vine, as he wrapped each end about his hands as a weapon.
"No offense dad..., but what can a VINE did against THIS...!" said the boy, shooting his spikes all at once.
T'Challa dove to the side (getting cut by several sharp ends) and somersaulted to safety. Evan (sensing victory) moved in as T'Challa reached up and bound Evan's right wrists, then forward flipped up over his head to land behind him (back to back), wrapping the vine strategically about the boy's neck before crouching down, pulling the vine tight about Evan's throat to cut off his breathing supply. In a last ditch effort against his father, Evan spiked his body again, sending sharp pointed bone spikes through his dad's back. T'Challa grit his teeth in pain, but refused to give in as he pulled the vine tighter. Evan found himself quickly losing consciousness as the jungle suddenly became dark...
Once Evan stopped struggling, T'Challa knew he had passed out. Releasing the vine, he felt his son's limp body fall to the jungle floor, the spike ripping sorely from his back as they slowly receded back into Evan normally.
T'Challa could feel the blood running down his back, and knew he would have to have medical ointment to treat it back at the palace. But first he attended his son, making sure he was merely unconscious and not accidentally dead. Unwrapping the vine, he checked his pulse, then confirmed he had merely passed out from a lack of sufficient oxygen.
Evan lay on his stomach. It was traditional that the loser got dominated by the surviving warrior. T'Challa knelt down over his son's unconscious body, then parted his legs and lifted his loincloth to reveal his bare buttock.
T'Challa stared down at Evan buttock lustfully, his big thick African dick growing long and hard between his thighs as he remembered his first lost to his father (T'Chaka) many moons ago, when T'Chaka (in the same boat as T'Challa), took his defeated son's ass while he was unconscious. So keeping with tradition, T'Challa reached down and parted Evan's tight firm ass cheeks, revealing his tight tiny brown asshole. Leaning inward, he placed his face down between his son's cheeks, then began lapping lovingly at his hole. Even was completely unaware that his father was eating his anus, as T'Challa started to shove his long hard tongue as far as he could up past his son's tight sphincter muscles. Drenching the rectum in warm spit for lubricant, T'Challa lay down over his son's back, then pulled back his foreskin and aimed his giant 10" dick up between his son's tight virgin cheeks and pushed inward...
"uhhh..." groaned Evan unconsciously, he body feeling the invasion even while he slept.
T'Challa wanted penetration to be painless for his son, but knew there would be a great deal involved, due to his sheer size alone. The pre-cum coming from T'Challa's leaky dick head, helped make the penetration a little easier, as the head and shaft started to stretch the poor sphincter muscles out of shape.
"uurrhhh..." groaned Evan, squirming about against the forest floor.
T'Challa inches himself in slowly, pulling back and reloading ever so often to help stretch the hole without damaging it. When T'Challa awoke from his father's raping, his asshole ached for days, and leaked his father's glorious load for two days straight. T'Challa hoped to achieved the same end result, minus the severe pain. HIS father had not been cautious when he entered him, T'Challa however, was very aware of his son as he slowly pressed his pubic haired abdomen into Evan's ass, indicating total sheath of his amazing tool.
Evan had his father's entire man-slab inside him, and didn't know it. T'Challa felt the fighting sphincter flexing and gripping him madly, trying to repel him as he lodged himself deep without budging.
For several long minutes T'Challa lay atop Evan unmoving, allowing his unconscious body to get used to housing him inside. Once the anal muscles began to relax automatically themselves, did T'Challa began to move his hips, slowly sliding his long thick foreskin shaft in and out. Evam slept peacefully while his father slowly fucked him. T'Challa fought against every instinct to totally butt ravish the boy, used to violently taking his foes in combat. But Evan was his son, and although he still had to endure the humiliation of domination, T'Challa wanted Evan to like it, or at least be able to tolerate it like a man.
For well over 20 minutes T'Challa fucked Evan with a slow easy pace, massaging the sphincter muscles with his shaft by repeatedly sliding back and forth. But as Evan's asshole began to grow accustomed to the fucking, T'Challa found himself unable to keep the slow pace going for long. His hips started slapping into his boy's backside with power as he sheathed his schlong in and out from tip to base. The tight tiny hole squeezed him firmly, milking his manhood every time he submerged himself in the deep hot depths of his son's backside.
"Oh Evan..." moaned T'Challa, loving his son's tight bunghole as he kissed him passionately about the back, neck, and shoulders.
Evan began to stir as the fucking increased. Before he was even fully aware, he could feel a deep methodic stabbing in his gut as his father warm long appendage moved through him. Evan began to gain consciousness when he tried to lift up, but felt the heavy weight of his father on top of him.
"Fa...father..." he moaned softly, his innocent voice like erotic music to T'Challa's sensitive ears.
"shhh son..." said the older man, humping heatedly as he nestled his face next to his son's, his hot male breath on Evan's neck and ear. "...don't try to speak..., just accept what your father is doing to you...! It will bond us together forever...!"
"Okay, dad..." said Evan, spreading his legs and arching his back to allow his father's dick to probe him deeper. T'Challa stuck his tongue in his son's ear, passionately licking and sucking the inner and outer shell as he pounded into his body.
Evan grunted after every inward stroke, his body slammed into the jungle floor beneath him while his father rode him on top. T'Challa's hips slapped into his ass like a paddle punishing a naughty boy. His big dark dick sped in and out of the clinging hole with power, grace, and a strong determination to sperm the virgin innards with his might seed. The two men fucked like jungle cats as Evan accepted his father's lance. T'Challa could feel his passion rising as his dick began to pulse and throb. He wanted to slow down (to savor the victory and defeat), but his hips wouldn't let him. Instead the fucked faster, speeding the process as Evan's asshole began to heat up from the growing friction.
"Oh god, daddy..." he pleaded as T'Challa lost control of his senses. When Evan tried to squirm form underneath him, T'Challa roughly bit into the back of his son's neck like a wild cat, paralyzing him while he fucked. Evan felt his father's teeth sink into his skin, holding him hostage while he slammed his hips into his ass.
"GGGGGGRRRRRRRRHHHHHH...!!" growled T'Challa, losing sight of himself. He pounded Evan even harder, his long hard sausage beating Evan's prostate to death, causing the boy to seed the jungle floor prematurely.
"ARRRRHHHH...!!" groaned Evan, coming against the grassy ground.
T'Challa felt Evan's asshole start to spasm during his orgasm, as he rammed his entire horse dick inside his son's convulsing body. "AAHHHH...!" screamed Evan, speared on all rock hard 10 inches of his father's prize possession.
T'Challa held his dick up in his son's flexing rectum for several seconds, holding his breath as his son's sphincter muscles flexed and squeezed rhythmically about his embedded shaft. Evan felt the dick lodged inside him pulsate and swell..., then felt it burst into throbbing as it suddenly sent wad after thick rich gushing wad of potent royal African cum into his body.
"AAAARRRRRRHHHHHGGGGGG...!!!" screamed T'Challa, coming hard as he flooded his son's colon.
Evan felt his innards become warm and wet with liquid sludge as his father's dick pulsed lively inside him. T'Challa tightened his grip about his son's torso, holding him in a death grip as he emptied his balls into him.
Evan groaned in painful pleasure as his father's strong virile body withered and shook atop him. Taking his father's seed was definitely an honor. Evan was glad that he didn't loose his virginity to Cannonball, or Gambit. He lay proudly against the jungle floor in African, his kingly father (T'Challa of Wakanda) lying on top of him, filling him with the royal seed of kings.
Nothing could be finer...
Next: JAILBREAK FROM THE VAULT
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