Featuring:T'Challa welcomes Peter and Connor into Wakanda, but when he catches them getting dirty in the morning, he decides to join in. After we were able to clean ourselves off, SHIELD took Bruce away while they brought Peter and I to their new, temporary base. We were taken to Arizona where we were brought underground. You could tell Shield was trying to recover from their Hydra attack. People were rushing in and out of offices, moving boxes of files here and there. I was wearing a Shield jumper again and a pair of borrowed sweatpants and Peter wore a black top and a pair of jogging bottoms as we were brought into an office. It looked a bit like what my principle would work in. Shit, when would I ever go back to school? There was an old leather desk chair behind the desk and a couple of soft armchairs on the other side. “Wait here.” An agent said before leaving. There was a display case that showed a load of SHIELD related memorabilia and old gadgets. Peter and I sat down on the armchairs, waiting. “Do you think we’ll ever be able to just go home?” I asked. “Maybe that’s what this meeting is about.” Peter shrugged. “Or maybe they wanna ask why we stank of Hulk jizz when they picked us up.” He joked. “Aha, maybe.” I chuckled before the door opened. In came a bit of an older, shorter man. “Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Agent Coulson.” He introduced before sitting down opposite us. “Coulson? Fury told me about you. He’s like the right-hand man.” Peter informed me. “That’s correct. We managed to make sense of the results of your body scan.” Coulson told us. “What is it? Why does Hydra want my baby?” Peter asked. Coulson used a key and opened a drawer in his desk, before taking out a file. “This is top secret information, boys. Can you promise to keep this quiet?” Coulson asked us. We just nodded. “We found out that there is… There’s some alien DNA inside you.” Coulson revealed. Peter and I exchanged looks. “What? No, that’s bullshit, I’m not an alien.” I rolled my eyes. “No, you’re definitely human… But there are traces of something else as well.” Coulson told me. “We also… We also found out that your parents are actually… Well, they’re not your real parents.” He told me. “What the hell are you talking about?” I gasped. “We ran a DNA test, you and your parents don’t match. We questioned them and apparently you were left on their doorstep as an infant.” Coulson revealed. “Shit, Connor, I’m so sorry.” Peter said, putting an arm around me and holding me close. It was like the world around me had crumbled. What was real? What was fake? “I don’t… What? I don’t understand.” I said, confused. “Neither do we. Which is why we need you to go to Wakanda.” Coulson told us. Peter and I exchanged looks again. “Wakanda? Why do I need to go to Africa?” I frowned. “Because they have advanced technology there where they can find out more information on exactly what you are.” Coulson answered. “Will we be safe there?” Peter asked. “You’ll be with the King, T’Challa. He will take care of you. But you are being hunted, Connor. Lay low and be careful.” Coulson told me. We were on the SHIELD jet, flying to Africa. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t spoken much to Peter, feeling overwhelmed about all the information. He understood and gave me space so I could think it out… My parents weren’t my real parents… And I was part-alien? What the fuck? How was this possible? How could this happen? As we flew to a continent I had never even stepped foot in before, Peter came over and sat beside me on the plane after getting us both some drinks.
“You okay?” He asked me, tearing my attention away from the clouds out the window. I took the can of soda off him. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “Well… I mean… It’s kinda cool.” Peter said, trying to be positive. “I mean… For me at least. I’m dating someone who’s extraterrestrial. It’s like I’m dating the Doctor. Or maybe a Jedi. Orrr… Ooo, maybe you’re like a fucking Asguardian?” Peter said, making me crack a smile. “If I was an Asguardian, I think we’d know it by now, considering how much I fill in gym class.” I scoffed. “Maybe you just haven’t hit that moment of Asguardian yet.” Peter shrugged. “Are you suggesting I haven’t had my Asguardian period yet?” I accused. “Can you prove me wrong?” Peter smirked. “No but I’m pretty sure these Wakanda scientists can.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re gonna be okay, Connor. I promise. I’m gonna protect you.” Peter promised me, taking my hand in his. “I’m glad I found out about your secret hobby when I did.” I half laughed. We flew through what I can only describe as a forcefield that was cloaking an entire country! When we phased through, we saw through the window a gigantic city. It looked like we had just taken a step into the far future. “Holy shit…” I muttered. “Welcome to Wakanda.” Peter half laughed, just as amazed. The plane finally landed on the landing pad outside the Wakanda palace. We stepped down a ramp and I could see thousands of very intimidating warriors - these female badasses with shaved heads with huge spears. We soon came face to face with, however, the King. “Should I bow?” I asked Peter, as the plane soon took off behind us, flying away and leaving us with the Wakanda royalty. T’Challa, the king of Wakanda, stepped over to Peter and I. He was dressed in a beautiful black shirt that had a cool white pattern on it, and was undone so we could see a hint of his pec line. He was a very attractive man. Beside him was a younger girl, maybe a bit older than Peter and I. She had her hair tied up and some really cool white makeup on. “Connor. Peter. Welcome to Wakanda.” The King said with a smile. “I am T’Challa and this is my genius sister, Shuri.” He introduced. “You are the alien boy?” She asked me. “No…” I rolled my eyes. “Yes. Please, prod him, take his blood, scan him, do anything to get answers.” Peter told her. “Umm… Well maybe not anything.” I said, nervously. “Do not worry, Connor, you are in safe hands. Nobody will hurt you.” He assured me. “Yeah, well, last time I thought I was safe a giant green monster chased after me.” I sighed. “I don’t know about that, but I assure you, you will be safe.” T’Challa promised. I was taken into the palace, which was very modern and slick, where we were brought into an elevator. I stood there with the King and princess of Wakanda, along with Spider-Man… What has my life become? “We’re going to run some scans on you. We use vibranium technology which can do so much better than that basic SHIELD tech.” Shuri told me. “Do you have any theories?” I asked. “I read the reports from SHIELD. I think you were born human but something happened when you were an infant. But I’m not entirely sure. But I will find out.” Shuri told me. We came down into the lab, which was absolutely enormous. The walls and floors were shiny and white, with work surfaces filled with tech on them. There were a couple of medical beds and a couple of doors that went into other rooms. I also saw the iconic Black Panther suit in one of the display cases. “If you wanna sit down on a bed, we will get started.” Shuri told me. I went through a bunch of tests, she took some of my blood, my heart beat, my temperature and then put me in a scanning machine where I could feel a warmth go up and down my body. It was intense, but I was actually enjoying Shuri’s company. She was pretty funny and fascinating as she explained what she was doing. When she was done, I came back over to where Peter and T’Challa were waiting. “Alright babe?” Peter asked, giving me a hug. “Tired.” I admitted. “I will analyse these results and inform you tomorrow. I suggest you get some rest.” Shuri smiled. “Thank you so much.” Peter said, holding my hand. “Of course. Anything to help out the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man’s boyfriend.” Shuri smiled. “If you’d like to come with me, I’ll show you two to your rooms.” T’Challa told us. We followed the king back into the elevator and began going up, leaving Shuri in the lab. “Wakanda seems like a beautiful place.” Peter complimented. “Thank you. I do my best to protect my people and make them feel pride for the country they live in.” T’Challa told us. “You’re doing a good job.” I added. T’Challa brought us into our room, which was rather large. At the back centre was an enormous bed which was against a large circular window that looked out onto the capital city of Wakanda. The bed had leopard print bed sheets and there was a very wooden theme with all the furniture. “Wow…” I said, impressed. “Enjoy your night here. If you need anything, let my guards know. They’re just down the end of the hallway.” T’Challa told us. “Okay. Thanks again.” Peter smiled. “No problem.” T’Challa said before leaving the room. “What a day, huh?” Peter half laughed. “As sexy as you are, I’m going straight to bed.” I sighed. “I do not blame you.” Peter chuckled. Peter and I slept very well that night. It had been a long week and last night was very needed. The bed was incredibly comfy and the blankets were so soft, it was like being hugged by a cloud. I woke up to Peter wrapping his arms around me from behind, holding me close. “Morning baby.” Peter whispered. “Mmm… Morning.” I said, enjoying being the little spoon. “You okay?” He whispered. “I guess I’ll find out this morning.” I shrugged. I rolled over, so I could look into Peter’s deep, brown eyes. “Whatever happens, whatever we find out… I’ll always be here.” Peter promised. “Thank you.” I whispered. He leaned in and connected our lips. What started as an innocent kiss, soon became more and more heated. Peter soon rolled on top of me and passionately began making out with me, as he started grinding his hips into me. We were both just wearing boxer briefs, so we could feel ourselves harden and rub against each other. I reached around and groped Peter’s big round ass. “F-Fuck me, Connor…” Peter muttered between kisses. “Mmm whatever you want, baby…” I whispered before he began kissing his way down my body. When he came to my hardon, he gripped my boxer briefs and pulled them down, letting my hard cock out. He licked his lips before wrapping them around the head of my cock. I gripped his hair as he went further and further down on my cock, before suddenly… The door to our room opened and the King of Wakanda came in. He was wearing a golden, beautifully floral decorated gown. “Connor, your results are re- Oh, shit, sorry…” T’Challa blurted out, seeing Peter quite clearly sucking me off. The Spiderman quickly came off my cock and looked up in horror and embarrassment. “Sorry, sir, we were just- We didn’t think-“ “It’s okay, it’s okay. You boys are trying to relieve stress, I understand.” T’Challa assured us as I pulled the duvet up a bit to hide my wet, hard cock. “You do?” Peter asked, surprised. “Of course. I’m King, I always have a lot of stress to relieve.” He told us. Peter and I exchanged looks. “You um… Do you need to relieve stress right now?” I asked. T’Challa realised what we were asking. “Yeah. I do.” T’Challa smirked, starting to walk over. “Then let us help, your majesty.” Peter said, before he climbed onto the bed. I watched as Peter and T’Challa’s lips crashed together. It was beautiful. Their mouths hungrily played together, before T’Challa switched to my mouth. His beautifully thick lips pressed against mine and I could feel his black, short beard brush against my face. He cupped my face and passionately made out with me before soon pulling Peter into the same kiss, so our three tongues eagerly played with each other. It was incredibly hot, especially as we felt the older man’s hands run up and down each other’s bodies. Peter and I soon pulled T’Challa down onto the bed, between us and we resumed making out with him. Peter and I began undoing the golden gown T’Challa was wearing and soon pulled it open, exposing his beautifully chiselled body. He wasn’t hairy at all, other than a narrow trail that led to his satin, purple boxer shorts that showed off an impressive tent. “Shit…” Peter whispered as we looked at it. “Impressed, boys?” T’Challa said with a smirk. “Certainly the sexiest King I’ve ever met.” I half laughed before connecting our lips again. T’Challa smiled into the kiss as Peter moved his head down and soon took one of the King’s nipples into his mouth. Meanwhile, T’Challa’s hand reached around me and soon placed it on my asscheek and began squeezing it while his tongue explored my mouth. “Fuck, you’re hot.” Peter muttered, between kisses down T’Challa’s body. “You boys are amazing.” T’Challa said, brushing the hair out of Peter’s face. My boyfriend soon pulled down T’Challa’s boxer shorts and let out his hard 9 and a half inch cock. “Wow… My King, you are big.” Peter muttered, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft. “I want both of your mouths on it.” T’Challa instructed. So, I went down to Peter’s level, kissing the Black Panther’s body on the way down. “Go for it, baby.” Peter offered to me, pointing the cock towards me. It reminded me of our time with the Hulk, but a bit less crazy. I parted my lips and let my first ever black cock into my mouth. I let more and more of it fill my mouth until I gagged on it slightly. “Oh yeaaaah, that’s hot…” T’Challa said as Peter leaned in and began licking at the rest of the shaft I couldn’t reach. I bobbed my head up and down before Peter soon came to the top and began making out with me, with the cock between our lips. We could feel the King’s fingers gripping each of our sets of hair, making low growls at the sight of us. I couldn’t believe I was gonna get fucked by a KING. Peter soon took the cock into his mouth and did his best to deepthroat as much as he could, but soon choked as well. “Lemme eat you out, kitten.” T’Challa said, looking down at me. “Of course, your majesty.” I said, surprisingly turned on by the nickname. I moved my ass into his direction, placing my knees on either side of his body and bent over. He parted my cheeks while I watched Peter continue to suck on the cock. “Oh yeah, good boys.” The Panther purred before leaning in and giving my asshole one, long, slow kiss, making me shudder. “Oh fuck…” I whispered. “That’s it, your King is gonna make you feel so good.” T’Challa said, stroking my back before pushing his head between my cheeks. I felt his tongue, which had a bit of an elegance to it, begin to eat me out. “Argh fuck…” I groaned, feeling the warm, wet tongue licking at my hole. “Feel good?” Peter smiled, coming off the cock. “Fuck yeah.” I nodded. He leaned in and connected our lips, passionately kissing me as he stroked the King’s cock. “Not all bad, huh?” Peter said with a cheeky smirk, breaking off. I looked into his deep, brown eyes. God, I loved him. “No. Not at all.” I said before kissing his lips again. “Mind eating me out?” Peter whispered. “Turn around.” I winked. I watched as my boyfriend eagerly obeyed and soon, he took off his briefs and his beautiful round ass was in my face, with his pink, tight, hairless hole in full view. I spread his cheeks before burying my face into them. I loved Peter’s ass so much - it was just so perfect. “Awh yeaaaah, baby… Fuck, Connor…” Peter groaned, gripping the King’s ankles. “Yeah, boys, fucking hot.” T’Challa growled, briefly coming out of my ass, giving it a slap, before diving back in. I could feel the beard brush against between my asscheeks as the man’s tongue licked me out, expertly. Who gave a shit if I was an alien? All I cared about was this incredible threesome. T’Challa’s mouth was making such animalistic noises and it turned me on so fucking much. After a few more minutes of ass-eating, the King grew impatient. “I want the spider boy to ride me.” He said, taking his face out of my ass. “Oh thank fuck, I need it.” Peter said. I shifted off of T’Challa’s body so that my boyfriend could get into position, straddling the older man’s lap. “You have lube?” T’Challa asked. “The suitcase, Connor.” Peter told me. I nodded and as I got off the bed, they were both already making out. I opened our case and took out the bottle of lube we had brought with us. I turned around and the sight before me was so fucking hot. My beautiful underaged boyfriend was making out with the sexy man who looked like he could be in his mid 30’s. I threw the bottle to Peter, who caught it without disconnecting his lips - thanks to his Spidey senses. “Ride me.” T’Challa growled. “Yes, your majesty.” Peter whispered before I watched as he squeezed the lube onto his hand and rubbed it into the shaft, then into his crack. I watched, kneeling at their side, as Peter then lowered himself onto the long cock. “Ohhhh fuuuuckkkkkkk…” Peter groaned as I watched the thick, black cock disappear inside him. “Oh yeaaaah, that’s it, Spider… You’ve got it.” T’Challa purred, putting his hands behind his head, showing off his furry pits. “Fuck, he’s big…” Peter muttered, looking at me. It was one of the hottest things I had seen for a while. He began bouncing his hips up and down, fucking himself on the King’s staff. “Getting used to it?” T’Challa asked. “Mmhmm…” Peter nodded, clearly in a lot of pleasure. “I want you to fuck him too, kitten.” T’Challa told me. “What?” Peter and I both said at the same time. “His ass can take it. I want you to fuck him with me.” T’Challa instructed. “You okay with that, Peter?” I asked, cautiously. “Yeah, I think so.” Peter nodded. I grabbed the lube and put on a generous amount, as I came behind Peter. He bent over a bit, letting me have easier access to his already occupied ass. I was nervous. I had never done this before - I didn’t want to hurt Peter. I slowly began pushing my way through, feeling T’Challa’s shaft rub against mine as I entered Peter's hole. “Holy shit!” Peter hissed, digging his nails into the bedsheets on either side of the King. “You okay?” I asked, feeling the intense tightness still swallowing my cock. “Y-Yeah… Just… Keep going.” Peter muttered. I placed one hand on his hip and another on his shoulder as I kept going till I was balls deep. “That’s right… Fuck his hole, Kitten.” T’Challa commanded me. I kept blushing every time he called me that, I found it kinda cute. Peter bent over a bit more and the King soon pulled him into a kiss. So, I began moving my hips back and forth, slowly, feeling the Black Panther’s shaft throbbing against mine. Peter whimpered into T’Challa’s mouth as I began fucking him, slowly going faster - it felt so fucking good. “Holy shit, this is amazing…” I blurted out, thrusting back and forth into the Spiderman. “Mmm, fuck, Connor, that feels so good…” Peter moaned, breaking off of T’Challa and burying his face into the King’s neck. “Yeah, take it, Spider. Yeah, you’re both so hot.” T’Challa growled, taking Peter’s asscheeks in his hands and spreading them as I continued fucking him. Every now and then, T’Challa would thrust upwards as well, making Peter yelp in pain and pleasure. “Fuck, you guys are stretching me out so much…” Peter moaned before leaning back into me. I wrapped my arms around his body as I continued to fuck him. The three of us were getting pretty sweaty now, as the intense pleasure and movement kept going and going. “Kiss each other.” T’Challa instructed us. So, Peter turned his head back and connected our lips. We clumsily made out, our tongues making a sloppy mess as T’Challa began thrusting up into Peter’s ass. “Fuck, I’m close…” Peter gasped, breaking off my lips. “M-Me too, baby.” I told him, putting my forehead against his shoulder. “Do it. Breed his ass, kitten.” T’Challa grunted, thrusting upwards. “Awwwh fuuuuuckkkk!” Peter suddenly shook in my arms before shooting load after load all over T’Challa’s body. It was so hot to watch that it pushed me over the edge. “Argh fuck! Oh my God, Peter!” I moaned loudly, unloading right into Peter’s tight ass. “Oh yeaaaah, boys that’s good! Cum for your king!” T’Challa said with the hungriest look in his eyes. When Peter and I had finished, I pulled out of Peter and he dismounted off of T’Challa before collapsing onto the bed. “I’m so glad I have a healing factor because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to walk.” Peter panted. “You don’t have that, do you?” T’Challa asked me. “No.” I shook my head, still on my knees. “Then I’ll make you limp instead.” He growled before the Black Panther pounced on me. Suddenly, I was on my back and T’Challa was leaning over me, with my legs on his shoulders. He still wore his open gold gown, with Peter’s cum dripping down his body. We looked into each other’s eyes as he aimed his cock at my hole - I could see the animalistic lust in his pupils. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard, kitten.” He growled, already pushing his shaft into me. He hadn’t even re-lubed his cock or prepped my hole with it - he was clearly too impatient to. “Oh shit…” I hissed, feeling the burning sensation as it went deeper and deeper into me. “Yeaaaah, you’re a tight one.” T’Challa purred, filling me up. “Shit, you’re huge…” I muttered, when I finally felt his balls pressed against my ass. “If I can take two cocks, you can take that, Connor.” Peter said, sounding rather smug. The King was soon thrusting back and forth, soon going faster and faster, quickly replacing the pain with pleasure. My sensitive cock was hard again as I watched the sexy Wakandan drill into me. “Yeaaaah, you fucking take it, boy. Yeaaah, you’re a good boy!” T’Challa grunted as his balls were slapping into me. “Fuck, it feels so good! Ohhh fuckkkk!” I moaned loudly. I went to touch him, but he took my wrists into his hands and pinned them above my head, against the bed. “Mmmmm yeah, you love this, don’t you, kitten? Getting fucked by your king?” T’Challa said in his deep, low voice. “Oh fuck yes! I love it so much! You’re so big! So hot!” I whimpered, loving him dominating me. “Fuck, you guys are hot.” Peter half laughed, watching me get fucked by an actual King. He soon leaned down and crashed our lips together and hungrily attacked my mouth with his own, expertly. My hands were still being pinned down above my head, even though I desperately wanted to touch his body, which was dripping with Peter’s cum. His tongue was exploring my mouth and his teeth bit down on my bottom lip. “You want me to breed your hole?” T’Challa snarled, breaking off and pressing his sweaty forehead against mine. “Oh fuck yeah! I want it so badly!” I whimpered. “Yeah, you wanna feel the King’s load inside you?” T’Challa growled. “Oh yeah! I need it!” I pleaded. “Arrgghhhh!! Yeaaaah! Take it! That’s fucking right, kitten, you take it!” T’Challa roared in pleasure as I felt him fill my ass in his seed, still thrusting hard into me. When he was done, T’Challa pulled out of me, but he wasn’t finished. He saw I was still hard and before I had a moment to think about what had happened, he had his mouth around my cock. “Oh my God!” I gasped, feeling his warm, wet mouth start bobbing up and down my cock. I gripped his tight, black curls and rolled my head back. His tongue was running all over my shaft like an elegant dance, sending me straight into my orgasm. “Argh fuck! I’m cumming! Shiiiiit! Mmmmm!” I moaned out, arching my back as I cummed for the second time in the last 10 minutes. The King looked up at me with his hungry brown eyes as he swallowed it all. When I was done, he slipped the cock out of my mouth. “In case it wasn’t clear, you boys are welcome in Wakanda, any time.” T’Challa smirked, wiping his lips as he kneeled up. “We’ll remember that.” Peter assured him, as we watched T’Challa scoop the cum off his body with his fingers and licked it off. “You’d better. Some of the best sex I’ve had in years.” T’Challa admitted, getting off the bed. “I suggest you boys get dressed and go see Shuri. I’ll meet you there. Try not to limp too much.” He told us, doing his gown up, hiding any cum he might’ve missed. “We’ll try.” Peter scoffed before he left through the door. “Well that was something.” I half laughed, on the other side of the bed to Peter. “Enjoy that? Kitten?” Peter smirked, teasingly. “Oh, shut up!” I blushed. “You fucking loved that!” He giggled. “Yeah, well you clearly loved two dicks in your ass.” I chuckled. “Oh my God, you have no idea. I was not expecting that when we flew into Wakanda. You have to try it out.” Peter told me. “Maybe one day. But some people don’t have healing factors!” I reminded him. “Well, maybe you do?” Peter said, referring to the lab results. “Oh shit. Well… Let’s go find out, I guess.” I sighed.
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