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Betad by: Priapus, Beans, Marethyu
The Gamer's Guide to Conquest, Remastered
Chapter 11: Expanding the Savage Lands
– Kuro Tepes –
Lounging on my throne, I can see her clear shock at my… rapid power growth. Plus, her succubi side likes what it sees (or more likely, feels, as my divine aura radiates power to the energy-hungry little slut).
"I have to say, you've… grown," Shiklah tries, putting a sultry smile back in place. "You felt powerful when we first met, but now?"
"Godhood suits me. I've never been a patient boy, and decided to… skip a few steps," I admit lazily. "Besides, with the old man frequently declaring that we're going to fight to the death, I figured I'd make it a fairer fight."
"You know that most people can't just become gods, right?" Shiklah asks, her mind racing as I grin.
"I'm not most people," I reply with a shrug. "I hope I didn't ruin your plans for me too much."
"My plans?" Shiklah asks, making me lazily grin.
"To marry me in the hopes of getting a Tepes you could actually control and legitimise your rule. Dear old Dad was going to kill you for daring to imply you'd rule as equals when he sees exactly no one as his equal, but you still need a Tepes," I explain easily. "Why else would you answer my call so easily, when you're a Queen? You came running the moment I contacted you, which reeks of desperation. Or you're just super horny for Tepes men, could be both."
Shiklah looks surprised for a moment before she laughs.
"Fair enough, your… hmm, what is the correct address for a God? I've upset one proud Tepes man already, I'd rather not cross a second that became a God so easily," Shiklah purrs. I just laugh.
"Kuro, daddy, master, dickhead, that fucking asshole. I'm not picky, and hardly as prideful as my dear old dad. The world couldn't handle the weight of two egos as big as his," I joke, making her chuckle. "My official title is the Overlord, but call me whatever."
"Very well, Kuro. You're right. Once I realised my plans for your father were doomed from the start, I did hope to ensnare you. A younger, more malleable Tepes was enticing since you were bound to become powerful in your own right and the Tepes named carried power regardless," Shiklah finally admits. "You don't seem offended, though."
"I know how valuable I am. I'd be more insulted if you weren't scheming to ensnare me in your honeyed web," I reply with a chuckle. "I'm prideful, but a different kind of arrogant than my bloodthirsty old man."
"So, why did you summon me?" Shiklah asks, ambition and hunger clear on her face. She knows she won't be able to ensnare me with her succubus charm, but I'm still one hell of a potential mate.
"Out of curiosity, how bad are things back in New York? That's where your kingdom is, hidden under the city, right?" I ask, making her pause.
"Bad. To be honest, New York got off easy compared to most places due to Reed Richards and Tony Stark, but my Monster Metropolis got flooded as did much of the city when the waves hit," Shiklah admits, suspicion flooding her features. "It was you, wasn't it?"
"I… relocated a hidden continent into my own private dimension, causing a little ecological mischief in the process," I admit with a shrug. I'll admit, I didn't consider just how much damage that would do, but there's no point crying over spilt milk. "Becoming a god was rather… explosive, to put it simply."
Don't worry, Master. I nudged fate around a little to make sure nobody important (hot) died! The rest were just NPCs anyway!
Love ya, Isis.
I can see that Shiklah has a dozen questions from that statement, and I take a moment to lead her to the balcony of my tower and show her the Savage Lands, explaining how I absorbed the God of this land to speed-run my own divinity.
"You realise that you probably killed nearly a billion people with that trick," Shiklah says, her tone strange.
"Whoops-a-daisy," I reply, uncaring. God, it feels good to be the fucking Overlord again. Though I have to admit, this is a new record, even for me.
"Why tell me this?" Shiklah asks, making me smile. "Why risk letting me learn this?"
"Because you don't have a Kingdom, Shiklah. You have a sewer that you're cowering in with the rest of the 'monsters'," I reply, watching her eyes narrow in anger before I raise my hand, stopping her argument. "And I can change that. I want you, and I want to bring the Monster Metropolis into my realm, where you can rule it as a proper Monster Kingdom. I'm offering you a chance to stop hiding in the shadows and live freely, not having to hide away because humanity doesn't want to share their fancy rock."
Shiklah goes quiet, but I know she's not nearly as disgusted by my deeds as she, and frankly anyone, should be. She's a succubus, a literal demon, and I vaguely remember the comic where she marries my dad and wages war on the surface world (cucking Deadpool because he can't have nice things).
"How would this work?" Shiklah asked, making me shrug.
"In truth, I'm a silent ruler. I have the tribes of this land united, but I put one of my mistresses, Zala Dane, in charge of ruling them in my stead. I don't have time to play King. And by time, I mean patience," I admit. "You want a Tepes, but you want to remain Queen and not be the puppet of someone like my dad. I can provide that. You get a section of the Savage Lands to rule, as long as you remember whose land this truly is. What is a Queen to a God, after all? If you need more space, I can create it, because, as the God of the Savage Lands, I can create as much new land as you desire if your people decide to spread out, or separate themselves into different species once the threat of humanity discovering them is gone. It'd be easy to make a land plunged into eternal night for the Vamps, and whatever else the different species need."
"And what do you get out of this?" Shiklah asks, turning to face me as she leans against the balcony railing. "What do you want from me and my people?"
"I expand my empire. Your kingdom will be yours to rule as you see fit, but it will be a part of my new realm. I will be your king, whether we marry officially or you simply become my mistress, and your success will be my success. Your people's growth will just give me more resources and forces to call on should my sanctuary come under attack," I explain softly. "I want your loyalty, and in exchange, I'll let your people thrive in this new land, no longer cowering in the shadows to avoid monster hunters or just trigger-happy humans."
"Not all of them will agree, especially not if they learn you were behind the recent chaos," Shiklah replies, but I just laugh.
"Then don't tell them. You know it wasn't going to last forever, sooner or later you'd have been discovered by the advancing technology," I point out, making her frown. "And how would the good people of New York react to finding out that there's an entire city of mythical creatures hiding under Manhattan?"
"Violently," Shiklah snorts grimly. "Humans have spread far and wide since my time, believing they deserve every inch of the Earth."
She comes from a time when humanity hadn't hit its first billion people yet, having spent an age slumbering underground. I'm not sure exactly what her history here is, since she doesn't seem connected to Deadpool, but that much seems to be true.
"Why did you do this? Why take this land as your own? Could you not have taken the God's powers and just left?" Shiklah asks after a moment.
"I could have, but for one, it has some incredible resources, both natural and magical. Mostly, I wanted a place to call my own. Trouble is coming for Earth, beyond my mischief. There are so many world-ending threats out there, so many potential ends-of-days. Demons, aliens, mutants, robots, and damn near everything else. I'm not going to die with the Earth if something goes wrong. I wanted a sanctuary away from the chaos of it all. I don't want to see the planet destroyed, despite recent mishaps, but I'm not so attached to it that I'll die with it if Thanos or Galactus come a-calling."
"Who?" Shiklah blinks.
"A mad man trying to wipe out fifty percent of all life, and succeeding at every planet he arrives on, and a literal world-eater. As in, so big that Earth would be an afternoon snack. Like I said, it's fucking scary out there, and we could see the end times arrive through no mistake or actions of our own. Assuming humanity doesn't doom itself and the rest of the planet to begin with," I snort. Her eyes widen, hearing the sincerity in my tone, but she recovers quickly. "The point is, I've seen what's coming and I don't want a part in it. I'm not going to rely on the 'heroes' to save the day, and while I might fight to keep my favourite vacation spot intact, I'm not going to die for it. Fuck dying."
"If I use the recent earthquakes and tidal waves as an excuse, I could convince most of my people. The rest will follow the masses," Shiklah says, eyes narrowing in thought. "We're not safe (admittedly, thanks to you), and many of my people would thrive in this environment. What about your father?"
"Oh, I suspect he'll demand our fight to the 'death' soon. Not that I intend to die, or kill him for that matter. As annoying as he can be, I do like the old goat," I admit. "I can handle him, if it comes to it."
"You must be confident. God or not, Dracula is no easy opponent," Shiklah points out, a smirk on her lips. "But you have a deal, Overlord. I have no love for humanity or their civilisations, and no wish to have them hunt us down when the truth inevitably comes out. They can't even accept one another. They will never accept a kingdom of entirely different species."
Ain't that the truth. Humans love finding minor differences to hate each other over. Look at how they reacted to mutants, who are literally just human plus. Oh, you evolved slightly? Go fuck yourself, your entire race deserves extinction. I love individual humans, but humanity as a whole fucking sucks. Not that any race is much better, to be honest. I've yet to find a species I won't eagerly be racist towards.
I take her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles with a playful smile.
"Then we have an accord, my Queen. You have your Tepes King to keep the vampires in line, and a divine husband will silence even your most quarrelsome haters. Plus, I wonder how much power you'll get through a regular injection of divine seed," I ponder, making her smirk lewdly.
"Care to find out? You have no idea how hard it has been not to jump you this entire time. I feel like a starving woman at a buffet, seeing food for the first time in my life. Even Dracula doesn't feel nearly as enticing, despite his power being more than a match for yours," Shiklah admits, her thoughtful expression gone and replaced with a dark hunger in her eyes. "Come, husband, show me what you can do."
That's all the invitation I need, my hands ripping away her outfit in seconds as she gasps playfully, large pink breasts bouncing free as I kiss her roughly. Instantly, I can feel the horny succubus start to drain my energy but it's a drop in the ocean, even as I spin her around and bend her over the balcony, lining myself up and sheathing myself in what might just be the wettest pussy I've ever seen. She did a good job of keeping herself composed when she was so damn horny. The energy drain intensifies, but again… I'm the God of the Savage Lands, literally the very essence of this entire realm.
What she's draining is so minuscule, I wouldn't notice if I weren't watching for it.
The instant I'm inside her, she clenches down on me and works her strong internal muscles to squeeze my cock, her pussy inhumanly hot, and as I pound the succubi pussy all I can think is this:
I can't believe Deadpool fumbled her. Well, I can, because Deadpool has Spiderman level dogshit luck when it comes to being happy, but still.
Her body is literally perfectly evolved to drain my balls, each moan and gasp the perfect pitch to send shivers through me. If I were a lesser man, I'd have probably already blown my load, but I am not. My control over the Savage Lands extends to my own body, essentially being an Avatar of myself, and I won't cum until I decide so. My cock obeys me, not this slutty succubus.
Meanwhile, I can see her growing stronger. It's a slow process, and it will likely wear off slowly as she uses up the energy I'm pumping into her, but it's happening.
"Fuck! H-harder, my husband, ruin me," Shiklah demands, her accent slipping into the thicker, Arabian one from her homeland. She's been Americanised from living beneath New York, but as I clap her candy-pink ass, she's remembering what she used to be, before her long slumber. She can use whatever excuses she wants, she knows I'm right and that her people are just cowering under the city, fearful of humanity's rapid growth.
There are countless monsters who remember when humans were armed with pointy sticks, and now they have nuclear weapons and superhumans are damn near everywhere. Turns out, humans are kinda scary. As a former/maybe technically still human, go us. As a dhampir god? Man, fuck humans.
As I pound Shiklah from behind, I grin as I feel my Conquest system accept the Monster Kingdom as my territory. And just like the Savage Lands, that means I can do with it as I please.
As funny as it would be to sink Manhattan into the sewers, we should probably be a teensy bit more careful this time, huh, Master? Don't worry, I'm on it!
I was down for dropping Manhattan into a pit in the ground to be perfectly honest, but I suppose I should be a little more careful.
It's fine, Master. I'll just replace the stolen metropolis with dirt from the Savage Land. We have plenty anyway, and you can always make more!
Thanks, honey.
Ignoring the minor quibbles of stealing a large piece of New York's sewer system, I get back to what matters.
Succubus pussy. The Succubussy. Heh.
– Susan Storm (Invisible Woman) –
To say the world was still reeling from the recent ecological disaster would be the biggest understatement of her life. You could tell just how disastrous it was because Tony Stark, Reed Richards and Hank Pym were working together with only a minor amount of insults and scientific dick-waving.
Okay, that probably wasn't fair since the reason New York was still standing was because of the upgrades Tony had made to the Avengers Tower after the recent Chitauri invasion, but that didn't mean she enjoyed his company any more than usual given that he had, over the course of an hour, mocked Reed, drunk far too much, made multiple lewd comments to her as well as a unsubtle suggestion of how they could deepen the new-formed alliance between the Fantastic Four and the Avengers, and then punched Johnny.
Okay, Johnny had had it coming, but that was beside the point.
Antarctica was gone. For all intents and purposes, Antarctica, an entire continent, if an empty one, was gone. Sunk into the ocean after someone removed a massive swath of land from under it and left it to collapse in on itself. Even they weren't sure of the long-standing ecological damages this would have, beyond the multiple earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tidal waves and meteorological disasters. Storm had been a literal godsend, with her powers able to calm the weather and the atmosphere. If there was ever a time she proved she deserved the Omega-level mutant title, this was it.
Across the world, heroes and villains were having to work together for the sake of survival. Not that all villains had put aside their ambitions, as her mind went to Victor. Doctor Doom had, in his 'mercy', decided to absorb all the suffering countries around Latveria into his rule. In any other situation, the Four would be there to stop him but with his technology and his magic, he'd done well in stopping the worst of the damage in that section of the world. Of course, he was now at war with Russia but that was par for the course with Victor.
He also responded predictably to the council's invitation, an unimaginative name for the collective of scientists working on this problem. Victor responded that he'd join, if Reed admitted his intellectual inferiority to Doom and left the council, and also the rest accepted Doctor Doom as their superior and leader.
Naturally, Tony insulted Doom's 'doombots', Doom promptly tried to blow up the council. All things considered, it was a fairly tame response for Victor.
Korea had survived surprisingly well, as a popstar of all things, had managed to freeze an incoming tsunami. Luna Snow had gone from minor fame to household name in a single move. Some places had not handled it nearly as well.
Atlantis was one of the worst hit, surprisingly. The idea that Namor, of all people, would face troubles from the ocean would have been laughable before this, but the quakes and chaos had hit them doubly hard at the bottom of the Atlantic sea. She didn't like Namor, she certainly didn't like his unwelcome advances on her and his insistence that she was to be his Queen and that her compliance was merely appreciated instead of required. That didn't mean she liked to hear that the entire civilisation had been hit so badly.
They didn't know how badly, because Namor had, again predictably, outright refused aid from the surfacers, extending an invitation to discuss global affairs to her, and her alone. If only she could trust him to let her go after any such discussion.
The Fantastic Four had been to Atlantis before, in their years of heroism. The last time she'd gone, he'd accepted them as guests of honour as they were aiding him with an interdimensional problem. She'd been very impressed with the room she'd been given, right up until she'd discovered it was Namor's bedroom when he'd arrived while she was bathing. Naturally, he claimed that it was a coincidence that he arrived after she'd taken her clothes off, but she was not that naive. She had not gone back since, and did not intend to. Certainly not alone. She highly doubted Namor had any plans to let her leave if she accepted his invitation.
Shaking her head, she continued going over the data. The Baxter Building was currently housing some of the biggest brains in the world, and with so many geniuses working toward a common goal, they should be able to make miracles. Of course, it also had some of the biggest egos but that came with the territory.
As bad as the current situation was, handling the aftermath of the destruction of Antarctica was not their main goal at the moment. It was a priority, but they had a bigger concern. How could they stop whoever did this from simply doing it again, on another continent? What if the same method were used to steal the ground under America or Europe? What if that entire disaster had just been a test run of a doomsday device?
It was an interdimensional attack, beyond anything that humanity currently had access to. They'd seen something similar with their dealings with the Negative Zone, but this was something new. There was the tiniest trace of energy around the area that had once held the Savage Lands, and that tiny trace was all they had to work on.
So far, they had a scanner, and that was basically it. No way to prevent this from happening again, just a way to maybe pick up that same energy type if it was used again. Of course, if it was being used, the general consensus was that they'd already fucked up because they would be detecting the unknown attacker once again stealing chunks of the Earth, entirely too late.
So, when the scanner suddenly came alive, she felt her heart drop and the world began to shake. Fear flooded her veins, the scanner helpfully informing her that the ground underneath the Baxter Building was currently being absorbed into another dimension. For a moment, she thought they'd fallen for a trap, that someone had seen them gathering all the biggest brains in the world in one place and decided to strike.
Then, the rumbling stopped, alarms still blaring, and the building coming alive like a wasp hive that had been hit with a baseball bat. As she looked at the reports, listened to Stark's call as he sent his suits out to investigate, and analysed the data, she could only stare in confusion.
Who, in their right mind, would steal Manhattan's sewers?
And why was the dirt they'd replaced it with so bizarre?
She hated dealing with true maniacs, because how do you prepare or try to anticipate the plans of someone who wakes up and decides that Manhattan doesn't deserve a working sewer system? At least, people trying to take over the world were predictable.
Still, they could have just collapsed Manhattan instead of replacing the taken area with… weird dirt. The damage to the city was minimal, thank god.
And more importantly… suddenly they had far more data to work with.
– Queen Shiklah –
As she left the council meeting, she chuckled at how… submissive the often argumentative councillors had been. The council had been formed to give each major species representation in the Monster Kingdom's government, and she had to give Kuro credit for his foresight.
He was right. They were going to scatter and segregate themselves now that they had the space. They'd still be under her, but she suspected her Kingdom would begin to look far more like an actual kingdom as different settlements were formed.
The reason for the council's newfound obedience was simple. She had been pumped full of divine energy and she felt so damn powerful. Her fellow succubi looked like they were going to jump her, but the combative species turned their heads and backed away instead of openly challenging her. Of course, her introduction of her new husband had helped. Kuro, true to his word, had made his desire to be a silent King apparent to her people. He basically told them to pass any requests through her, and then just wandered off, but the fact that they now had a divine being, and a Tepes, as their King had quelled much of the squabbling and she'd been able to use the recent disaster, blaming humanity, to convince them that leaving was the right thing to do.
And true to his word, he'd plunged a section of their new territory into eternal night for the vampires, and she'd gotten multiple other requests from the other major species who wanted their own space. She wouldn't let them get out from under her, and Kuro had reformed their former home into a more fantasy city, where most of her people would live. Some were bitter, but the very air here sang of magic, and she knew that so many of her people would rapidly find themselves unwilling to return to hiding in the shadows of humanity.
They were free to live in the sunlight (well, except the vampires), no longer hiding who they were. Sure, it would take some time to adapt to this new life from the modern world, but Kuro said he was working on a way to incorporate the more convenient aspects of the modern world into this realm. She had to agree, as much as she preferred the dark ages, she would miss indoor plumbing.
She'd been given a… wedding present to help her enforce her new rule. A lovely… bear-chicken thing called Chtylok. It may look rather ridiculous, but its power was clear, and it served as her royal mount, its mind clearly dominated by Kuro, not in the way that she could control people, but in a far more insidious way. She had not missed the way that Kuro was linked to every creature of the Savage Lands, trickles of his divine essence in each beast and tribesman.
Something he'd not mentioned before she agreed to move all her people into his influence. He didn't need to demand they worship him. As they became people of the Savage Lands, they'd become connected to him. She didn't mind, honestly, it was very demonic of him, and she approved. What had become clear was that Kuro was a rising star, experiencing a rise that could only be described as explosive, and she either had to take him out or ally herself with him.
And the chance to take him out had already passed. She was not so arrogant as to not realise that Kuro, like his father, could swat her like a gnat. There was something deeply wrong with these Tepes men, because people had made the same damn mistake with Dracula himself.
'Oh, he won't be a problem, it takes time for vampires to grow stronger and whoops, he's the God of Monsters and literally unbeatable.'
So, she could either run for the hills (which was unlikely to work now that she had put herself in his sights) or latch herself onto the divine teenager. Lounging on her throne, she smiled smugly. This wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but it might just be better than her hope of having an enthralled Kuro by her side as a trophy. She wasn't proud enough to care that she'd become the trophy as long as she kept her throne and her kingdom thrived.
She still had access to Earth, and word would spread of their new home. Soon enough, she'd have countless supernatural creatures looking to join her kingdom. They'd found a home where they could truly thrive away from humanity, and their success would attract more and more people who wanted to get away from the rapidly spreading human race.
And as the newest Mistress of the Overlord, she'd found herself in the perfect position to benefit from it all, both for her people and for herself. She was still a demon, after all.
Now, she just had to deal with her horny cousins who wanted a turn with Kuro. Kuro wouldn't mind, of course, but one of his mistresses, Rose, had suggested using Kuro's manhood as a reward to push them to work harder for her. She wasn't wrong. Regular succubi would do a lot for a chance to bed a God, and she shouldn't spoil them so easily.
Lounging on her throne, as Chtylok gnawed on some kind of dinosaur it had hunted, she smiled to herself. Life was good for the monster kingdom.
– 'Queen' Ramonda –
It still didn't feel real.
Just days before, she had been the Queen of the most advanced country on Earth, the wife of the Black Panther. She'd had a powerful, talented son and heir, and a mischievous but genius daughter who would help lead Wakanda into a new age once old age finally caught up with her and her husband.
Today?
The hateful look in her eyes did nothing to bother the monster who was behind her people's suffering as he reached completion, spurts of hot, sticky seed splattering on her bare breasts and face. She'd tried to move out of the way, but his powers were infuriating, and her body disobeyed her, not for the first time.
She could still make out the salty taste on her tongue, her regal robes replaced with a Vibranium chain and collar, and nothing else. She'd give anything to wipe the arrogant, lazy smile off the Overlord's face as he lounged on his throne, but his power forced her back into her… place, by his side as a trophy of his raid on Wakanda.
Her husband was dead. She'd seen the Black Panther, the King of Wakanda, be sliced in two by the claws of Chtylok, as she'd learnt the beast was called. Her son was dead, stabbed in the back by… Bartholomew. Their sacred herb garden had been burnt to ash, with the bastard having stolen the herbs for himself before having the place destroyed to spite her people.
In one day, her blessed life had fallen to pieces. She adored Shuri, but Shuri was not ready for the throne. She'd never even wanted it, and had not been shy about making that clear. Shuri spat on their traditions, and focused on her science. She wouldn't be so easily accepted by the Wakandan people as Queen.
A week ago, she had been the Queen. Today, she was forced to fellate the man who had killed her husband and son. Not directly, but their blood was on his hands.
Ignoring her, Kuro closed his eyes and she felt his power extend out from him. She didn't know what he was doing, but she'd been watching and learning. He seemed to control this strange land from that throne, she'd watched him rearrange the very landscape with an idle gesture. To make things worse, this land had Vibranium and a lot of it. More than Wakanda.
Vibranium was their secret, their shield. It was the advantage Wakanda held over the rest of the world that kept them safe and secure. Now, this psychotic child had access to a seemingly endless supply of it. Had they known there was so much elsewhere, Wakanda would have claimed it long before the Overlord found this place.
Leanne, another conquered queen, told her to keep her head down and play along. That they would not hesitate to torture or even kill her if she put up too much of a fight. She'd also learnt that the Overlord was not the biggest problem. He was the strongest, but he was a lazy child who seemingly barely cared for what was going on around him. He found her disrespect and resistance amusing, not insulting. No, it was his collection of Mistresses who worshipped him as a living God that were the true threat. She had been through one session with Mistress Velvet after Zala Dane and Serena had seen her 'disrespecting' their God.
She worshipped only Bastet, but that just made her a heretic deserving of punishment.
Her pride as a Queen of Wakanda demanded she fight, but the realist in her told her that she was walking a fine line, where a single mistake could be the end of both her life and her people.
– Later –
Biting down on the bedsheets, she could only grip them with clenched fists as she grunted with each thrust, his weight pounding down on her from above. She was not a young woman anymore, and her sex life had been… sparse given her age. In truth, her husband was still young at heart, empowered by the Heart-Shaped Herb, but it was too easy for him to hurt her if they got active, so it was a rare occasion that saw them making love.
There was nothing loving about this, the unfortunately large cock of her captor splitting her backside in two with each thrust, squeals and grunts leaving her mouth as he relentlessly claimed her formerly untouched backdoor.
Her royal pussy leaked his seed, and it stuck to her skin, the sticky white contrasting with her brown body as he used her however he pleased. It had become clear that the Overlord, or Kuro, did not see her as a person at all; she was a trophy, a toy he'd picked up in Wakanda.
With a grunt of his own, she felt her eyes widen as his seed flooded her anus, the heat and fullness making her groan as he finally rolled off her. She expected him to start again, before she sat up in disbelief. He'd fallen asleep. He'd had his fun and just called it a night, not even bothering to secure her again.
She lay there for a good long while, maybe hours, as she watched the would-be God quietly snore into his silk pillows, nude and defenceless. Moving from the bed, she moved silently. She may not be trained as well as the Dora Milaje but still knew a few things.
Spotting something over to the side, she entered a side room and stared in pure disbelief. His 'wardrobe' was full of clothes, armour and weapons, from a giant mace that she doubted she could even lift, to a small black dagger that just radiated malice. Nothing was remotely sorted, weapons made of a metal she didn't recognise leaning up against an armour stand holding a large black spiky-looking armour, clothes tossed everywhere without a care, but as she checked that he was still sleeping, she hesitated. This felt like a trap as she picked up the dagger.
She could try to run, but as she turned for the door, she spotted herself in the mirror. Thick trails of semen leaked from her abused body, bruises all over her once regal form, her make-up stained from the brutal facefucking. Her mind went back to watching T'Chaka being ripped apart, to the sight of that gremlin creature stabbing her son in the back. To the destruction and chaos that he had caused, seemingly on a whim.
Moving back to the bed, she watched the sleeping man mumble something into his pillow, drooling onto it. There was a near-puddle of sweat where she had been laid, mixed with semen as the bed stunk.
As she saw her chance, she brought the dagger down on his chest, aiming directly for his blackened heart as the blade plunged clean through his ribcage and into him. His eyes shot open, a pained gasp leaving him as she let out a savage warcry, stabbing his heart again and again until she stumbled back, panting.
Kuro looked at her with wide eyes, then down at the dagger sticking in his chest, then back to her. Then, he yawned as he pulled it out, tossing it away as his skin turned to a charcoal gray and his wound closed up.
"Sorry, but I do the penetrating here," Kuro snorted, clearly amused with himself as he wiggled his eyebrows. "Come back to bed and stop being silly. I don't like sleeping alone."
Staring in disbelief, she couldn't even bring herself to stop him as he pulled her back against him, spooning her as he mumbled something into her neck and just… went back to sleep, one hand on her breast and his cock between her thighs.
Clearly half-asleep, Kuro mumbled something that made her heart stop in her chest, her blood running cold.
"Somebody remind me to ruin Wakanda in the morning."
— Bonus Scene — Queen Shuri
Queen Shuri.
It still sounded like a fucking joke to her.
Wakanda was devastated by this seemingly unprovoked, unpreventable attack. How do you prepare for an enemy you've never even heard of, bypassing every security system you have and dropping some vicious beast right into your most populated centre?
Her father and brother were dead. Countless of her people had been slaughtered by the giant white… chicken bear thing. They still didn't even know what had attacked them, let alone who. The gremlin creature had bellowed the name of the Overlord, and their security cameras had captured a red-headed white woman in their inner sanctum leading more gremlins, but they had no names, no locations. No targets.
Almost immediately, she'd faced rebellion after Okoye and the Dora Milaje declared her queen. Her people still decided their rulers by what was essentially a ritualistic cage fight; they took offence to having a little girl on the throne, her intelligence dismissed because she couldn't fight like her brother.
Oddly enough, it had been M'Baku who had supported her and helped get things back under control. When she'd heard the Jabari were coming to the capital in force, she feared a war she could not win. Instead, the Great Gorilla had put down the rebellion for her, claiming that now was not the time for infighting.
She had feared he wanted to take her as his bride to become the King himself. She'd even mentally prepared herself to accept such an offer, despite Okoye promising that she wouldn't let it come to that.
M'Baku took one look at her and laughed. He laughed a lot. Then, he bluntly told her that he had no interest in children. For all his brutality, for all that the Jabari laughed at their technology and claimed it had made them weak, M'Baku was loyal to Wakanda, if not the throne. He would not use this disaster to benefit himself.
He and Okoye spent a lot of time arguing, the Jabari warriors sharing the defence of the city with the Dora Milaje, but they had a common goal. What they didn't have was any way to strike back, or prevent this from happening again.
She'd studied the locations where the portals had opened, and identified the energy signature that was used in the teleportation, but it did not seem to be technological in nature. The red-headed woman had been armed with a literal spear, not a vibranium spear but a piece of wood with a head made of some kind of animal bone. They'd found it lodged in a dead Dora Milaje. The woman had literally been armed with caveman weaponry and dressed in a leather bikini, and she'd still killed an entire squad of Dora Milaje and kidnapped her mother.
Okoye had taken that very poorly. She was ashamed of the defeat her people had faced, their failure to stop the Queen from being kidnapped. That a woman armed with such gear had defeated a squad armed with Vibranium had been a point of mockery from the Jabari, who did not use Vibranium at all.
But despite the deaths of her father and brother, and the kidnapping of her mother, she knew what the biggest blow had truly been. The burning of the Heart Shaped Herbs. The invader had been efficient and brutal, slaughtering the priests tending to them and burning the entire garden. The Black Panther was dead, and they had no way to make a new one.
She knew the power of the herb came from the Vibranium in the soil, and maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to recreate it in time, but without any surviving samples and the gardens so thoroughly trashed? She had nothing to work with.
The very heart of Wakanda, the Black Panther, their protector and hero, was gone. She was not spiritual, but she understood just how damaging this was to their people.
The Overlord had dealt a blow to Wakanda itself that could be fatal if it wasn't treated. It was a wound that was festering, rotting away in Wakanda's heart. She had to find a way to fix this, or it would be the end of her people.
Feeling tears sting her eyes as she looked at the throne that her father had sat in for as long as she could remember, she wiped them away. She did not have the luxury to act like the teenage girl she was. Wakanda needed a Queen, and as much as she didn't want the throne, she was the only one she'd trust with the future of her people.