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Superman: Brides - 13
🕑 Added 2024-11-28 23:51:01 +0000 UTCAN: Happy Thanksgiving!
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For Clark Kent, the pleasure was nearly all-consuming. He was swept up in it, that storm of ardent sensation. Wetness poured over his manhood, stirring up dark, lurid feelings deep in his gut and in his loins. And married to it was a most succulent heat.
Clark lay back on the bed, letting himself sink into the softness. Down at his groin, two sirens were putting their spell on him. Their song was moans and feverish whispers, a tune they played upon his flesh, composed of licks and kisses all over his hard, throbbing shaft. Clark had never heard sweeter music.
Karen and Dinah. Power Girl and Black Canary. Two women - strong, fierce, powerful women - he had known and respected and fought beside for years. And they were worshipping his cock, worshipping his body. Their eyes were rings of striking blue, bright and wild and brimming with hunger, with lust. With love.
Together they dragged their warm, wet tongues all the way up the length of his cock. Karen reached the tip first, popping the fattened head into her mouth for a single, lewd suck. She drew back to give Dinah a turn, moaning as Clark’s prick fell from her glossy lips.
“I can’t believe… that one woman… kept this all to herself… for so long.” Karen mused, panting as she pressed little kisses along Clark’s twitching length.
Dinah gave a few quick sucks before slurping away herself, massaging the slick cockhead with her fingertips.
“Practically a crime.” She agreed, taking one finger to tease around the leaking slit. She flashed Clark a bawdy smirk as she noticed the look on his face. “Too much cock for just one girl.”
“Who couldn’t even handle it!” Karen added with a scoff. She met Clark’s eyes, too. “Not the way we can.”
Clark’s brow pinched into a hard line. The sting of Lois walking out was still fresh… but badmouthing her? That didn’t sit right with him. He just wasn’t that guy. Still, Clark let the two blondes continue their sweet, sweet efforts. Their talented mouths were a potent distraction.
“You know we’re right, Kal.” Karen insisted. She’d seen the look on his face. She held his gaze as she pumped her hands up and down his glistening cock - while Dinah dipped down low to nurse at his balls. Clark groaned as Dinah’s mouth went to work. Karen’s sultry voice kept pouring into his ear. “If Kara and I weren’t enough to sate you, how were you ever going to be happy with just one human woman?”
The feeling of Dinah’s soft lips enveloping his stones, her tongue swiping over them both, was heavenly… but Clark kept a firm grip on his senses, clinging to lucidity. He frowned at Karen’s suggestion.
“Lois and I had a connection-” He tried defending… before a particularly strong suck from Dinah had the words dying in his throat. His balls roiled and tightened against her lashing tongue, delight and wicked heat blossoming through his innards thanks to the Canary’s deft skill.
“And then she left.” Karen reminded him. “Her loss.”
Dinah released Clark’s balls with a lewd, wet pop. They fell from her mouth to bat against his inner thighs, slick and coated with her saliva. She gave each bulb a little kiss, giggling as she sat back up.
“Big loss.” She added, her eyes shining deviously.
Then they were both jacking him off, two sets of skillful hands working over his throbbing, swollen shaft. Pumping him, milking him. Their hands were soft and warm and wet, smearing their coatings of drool over every inch they could touch. Each stroke was a delight, each drawing Clark closer and closer to that wonderful abyss. Soon enough, Clark couldn’t even remember what they’d been talking about.
“Gotta get you nice and hard.” Karen murmured, squeezing him so lovingly. “Hard as you can fucking get.”
There was a wild intensity in the busty blonde’s eyes. Her focus wasn’t even on Clark anymore. It was on his cock. She fawned over it like a prize… or an idol.
“Easy, Karen.” Clark warned, rising up onto his elbows. “There’s no rush.”
“You can’t expect a girl to be patient with a cock like yours, Kal.” She never took her eyes off of his swollen, glistening prick. Her voice dropped low and breathy. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since last time.”
It was like she was in a trance. Dinah, too. He could see the intent, the need to worship etched on their lovely faces. Somehow, deep in his gut, Clark knew he would never sway them.
“Just… let’s try to wake the whole building.”
Karen gave a tiny cackle.
“No promises. Rao, look at you.”
Dinah gave a soft sigh in agreement. Her expression was wistful… and reverent. The blonde brawler leaned forward, pressing her lips to the cockhead, bestowing a gentle, loving kiss. Then she turned towards Karen.
“You’re going first?” She asked her more buxom partner.
“Host privileges.” Karen answered with a proud smile. “But you can still have some fun. Sit on his face and he’ll return the favor.”
“I will?” Clark tilted his head.
“You will.” Karen affirmed, now looking positively giddy. “It’s only polite.”
Both women released his cock and rose up onto their knees. Looming over Clark were two stunning paragons of strength and beauty. Dinah with her lithe, limber form pouring down into those magnificent, supple legs. And Karen with that bold, powerful, abundantly feminine figure. Her exquisite body was always enthralling to behold - thick with lush, womanly curves and packed with solid, taut muscle. She was the Woman of Sensual Steel.
Karen moved to straddle his waist, while Dinah crawled up the bed until she was kneeling beside Clark’s head. The whole way, Clark could see her fingers dipping between her full thighs, playing at the pink nestled between them.
Clark caught the scent, the unmistakable musk of womanhood. He watched Dinah’s fingers slip over her mound, sliding between slick, pink petals. Dinah sidled closer, offering up a gentle, pretty smile.
“Only if you’re cool with it.” She told him sweetly.
The feeling of Karen stroking him, massaging his balls, only made Clark that much more agreeable.
“I’m more than cool with it.” Clark answered, entranced by the sight of nimble fingers sliding over and into that pretty pink pussy. The lips were glistening, soaking wet. He wanted a taste.
Dinah’s face brightened. She swung her leg over him, straddling his upper chest. The Black Canary loomed over him in all her naked glory. Clark drank in the new sight, his eyes trailing down the lines of her back, down to the splendid width of her rounded hips, then further on to her perfect, succulent ass. Her cunt was inches from his face now. The aroma was thick in his nostrils, making his heart pound and his head spin.
“Give my leg a tap if you need a breather.” Dinah offered, looking down over her shoulder. Her blue eyes glimmered against the dim light of the bedroom.
“I can breathe in space, Dinah. You don’t need to worry about me.” Clark allowed some pride to spill over, sporting a cocky grin.
Dinah cocked a brow, more than intrigued. She slid her buttocks even closer to his face. That perfect full-moon ass was daring him to take a bite. But Clark saw something even sweeter. Her glistening sex beckoned him. And the air was rich with her needy musk.
“Let’s see if that mouth is as super as the rest of you.” Dinah huffed.
She sat on his face. Clark’s vision darkened and his senses were smothered with the offerings of sweet, juicy cunt. At the same time, he felt Karen sink down upon his lap, feeling her womanhood slide over him. His cock was engulfed by that soaking wet heat.
Both of his heads were claimed. Superman swallowed up.
And he still had more to give.
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Dinah was sitting on Superman’s face. And it felt divine.
His tongue, hot and thick and wet, worked against her sex, wiggling over and in. Each stroke roused her core, stirring her nerves into a frenzy of feeling. It was a delicious warmth that seeped into her flesh, into her bones, over her skin, making her body ache and tremble.
Dinah whined as she pitched forward, steadying herself with hands planted upon Clark’s perfectly sculpted chest. It was a welcome sight down below. Dinah could see the muscles of his throat moving, the faint bobbing of his Adam's apple, his jaw working with effort as he devoured her dripping wet cunt.
Equally enticing a sight was the display directly across from her.
Karen was working her full hips, riding Clark with intensity - her pace was blistering as was her passion. Her short, golden hair was sent into a tousled mane as she fucked herself onto Superman’s cock. Her big, plump, teardrop tits shook and swayed with each feverish rock of her body. Soft flesh quaking, rippling, mesmerizing Dinah.
The busty blonde let out a lovely, needy moan. Her face was one of bliss, cheeks flushed pink and eyes clouded with pure delight. She met Dinah’s gaze and managed a dizzy smile.
“How’s his tongue?” Karen asked, breathless and eager.
“Super.” Dinah gasped, her body going tense as Clark’s lapping grew ravenous and forceful. “How’s… his cock?”
“Perfect.” Karen sighed. She rocked her hips hard, whimpering. Below, Dinah felt Clark release a groan against her pussy. Her belly tightened into a fiery knot. Karen’s voice came again, dripping with delight. “You’ll enjoy it yourself… soon enough…”
“I can’t wait.” Dinah trembled again, nearly falling forward over Clark’s body. The man beneath was merciless, lashing his tongue into her sex, that muscle writhing like a wicked serpent. “Fuck.”
As Clark’s efforts became faster, so did Karen’s. Her pace quickened, her hips snapping back and forth, back and forth, up and down onto Clark’s lap. Dinah had to match her effort. She worked her pussy into Clark’s face, offering up what he so clearly craved.
Three bodies were locked together. A carnal union of solid muscle and soft flesh. It was more delicious than anything Dinah had ever felt before. Better than anything Ollie had ever given her. And she knew it would only get better.
It didn’t take long for Clark to make her scream. It was a blossom of heat, succulent ecstasy flooding through her veins. Karen followed shortly after, squealing and cursing as she sank down the full length of the man’s long, fat prick.
But Dinah didn’t feel envy. Now it was her turn.
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Karen didn’t feel jealous. Why would she? This was exactly what she wanted.
It was another worthy woman made to see the truth of Superman… and her beloved Kal getting the adoration he so rightly deserved.
The Black Canary was now flat on her back, naked, vulnerable, and willing. And Kal above her, inside her, naked, powerful, and dominating. Fucking down and deep into her, his perfect body working tirelessly, relentlessly. Making Dinah moan. Making her scream. Doing what he was born to do.
Karen was delighted. More than that, she was entranced. They were both so gorgeous, Dinah and Kal. Karen could watch them fuck all day, all night, all week. And normally, she would have. But tonight had a purpose.
Karen had already taken Kal’s cock. Karen could still feel the embers of that ecstasy dancing through her body.
Now it was Dinah’s turn. Not just to enjoy Kal’s manhood, but to be the next vessel for the progeny of El. To be the next bride of Rao.
They just needed some… encouragement.
“Look how good you’re making her feel, Kal.” Karen purred, shifting closer to the two lovers. She reached out, touching the tight, solid muscle of Kal’s arm. She felt the heat of his body… and the raw strength that so thrilled her. “This is what you were made for.”
“Is that right?” Kal grunted, not taking his steely eyes off of the whimpering, writhing Dinah.
“I am right. You were meant for this.” Karen urged. Her focus fell on Dinah next, her heart fluttering with glee at the bliss written across her friend’s face. She ran her fingers through Dinah’s long, wavy hair. “And so is she. Aren’t you, pretty bird?”
The Canary grabbed at Kal’s massive arms, nails raking uselessly over his skin. The man gave a hard thrust, stabbing his cock deep into her cunt and she shook. A gasp ripped through her throat.
“Fuck yes!” She cried out, arching her back. “God- Deeper, please!”
Karen beamed, so proud to witness the fruits of her labor. She brought her lips up to Kal’s ear, whispering.
“Look at her. She’s begging for it. She works so hard to keep up with you and I on the Justice League, did you know that? I think she’s earned a real taste of Superman.”
“I want it!” Dinah affirmed, heated and desperate. She reached up, cupping Kal’s face and making him look down into her eyes. “Look at me, Clark… I. Want. It.”
“Dinah…” Kal slowed his thrusting hips, but Dinah wrapped her legs around his waist. She let out a pitiful whine, wordlessly urging him to keep going.
“I want you to cum.” Dinah confessed, her voice thick with need. “I want it all inside. As deep as you can go. Please. Please.”
“That would feel so good, wouldn’t it?” Karen purred into Kal’s ear. She stroked the back of his head, soothing him. “To have that tight little pussy wrapped all around you as you empty those big, fat, virile balls…”
The offer was beyond tempting. Karen could read that clear on Kal’s face. But still, just like Kal, there was that damnable hesitation.
“But what about-?”
“I’m done with Green Arrow.” Dinah answered with venom. Fire burned bright in her eyes. Then her voice softened. “You think I’d go back after this? After you?”
“Dinah knows what she wants, Kal. And she wants Superman.”
Karen’s hand slid down the man’s muscled back. Down to his waist. Down to his firm, tight buttocks. She gave those perfect glutes a spank of encouragement.
Kal gave her a look… but Dinah regained his attention, pulling Kal’s face down to meet hers. The brawler peppered that handsome face with kisses. Lots of kisses. It was the kind of love Karen knew Kal deserved.
“Come on, superstud.” Dinah was panting, squirming beneath him. She begged with her eyes. “Fuck me. Shoot your load. Knock me up.”
Kal stared down. Then he set off. Like a bull out of the gate.
Rutting. Fucking. Breeding.
Kal grunted. Dinah wailed. Karen watched.
It was art in motion, the splendor of two gorgeous bodies joined into one flesh. Kal and Dinah took Karen’s breath away, the beauty of their lovemaking elevated even further in the way only metas like them could.
Power and grace and muscle and curves, all entwined upon Karen’s own bed. Making it rock and shake. Making the whole room tremble. The whole fucking building.
Kal fucked. He claimed. Dinah belonged to him. Just as it was meant to be.
And then… the culmination. A shriek of pleasure ripped through the air. Then a grunt of satisfaction.
Karen smiled, jubilant. Triumphant.
A womb seeded.
All in the name of the new Rao. And for the glory of Cythonna.
Comments
ryswell
I just thought I'd provide some reading material for the holidays!
ryswell
Lots of options regarding villainesses! And there are more than a few who have a soft spot for Superman!
ryswell
Well, Kara was last seen getting quite cozy with Vixen...
3rddynasty
Bro really fed us on Thanksgiving
Alatoic
Excellent chapter!! another bride for Kal and it appear Clark is becoming more agreeably to the idea. Wonder who is Kara "recruiting" for the next conquest.
Brendan
enjoying the story hope to see some heel face turns via the dick come on go for Livewire or Silver Banshee maybe some of the notable Kryptonians
