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Giving Up, Getting On 2
🕑 Added 2025-09-09 18:00:06 +0000 UTCIn contrast to his usual confidence, J’onn seemed slow, almost tentative in approaching Karen. But he still took her in his arms. “There’s no need to fear,” he told her. “I won’t harm you.”
He pulled her body to his, holding the softness of her breasts to his chest, and wrapped his strong arms about her form.
“Ooooohh,” Karen moaned in playful fright. “I’m so scared!”
His hands moved in slow caresses over her back, stroking her through the material of her thin white bodysuit and soothing away the nervousness she instinctively felt. His fingertips traced the curve of her spine, following its gracefulness from the base of her neck down to her waist and then even lower. As he petted and stroked her, Karen felt her discombobulation at his touch melting away, changed by slow subtle action into a far more certain, more compelling emotion.
J’onn was aware of the shift in Karen’s attitude. He knew that her curiosity at the idea of being mated by him had gone from a passing fancy to a need that must be met. From now on, nothing would be as important to her as him continuing to feel her beauty, arousing her with his skillful touch.
His prick hardened, struck by the knowledge that this most attractive woman was completely in his power—determined to please him without compunction or hesitation, knowing that she’d be rewarded with delights Karen was only beginning to sample. His lips pressed to her throat and he had to restrain himself not to gorge on all he could of the softness of her creamy white skin.
While he kissed her, his hands descended down the rounded fullness of her ass. Her body caught fire, heating Karen’s brain into fervent fantasies of how next he would touch her, all the pleasures she would feel as she gave herself fully over to him.
“Mmmmmm,” Karen sighed, thrilling to the touch of a Martian for the first time.
It felt good. Incredible. Better than anything she’d felt in a long time. Under the spell of his kisses, his caresses, she forgot any shame, any trepidation, any reservations. Her body quivered with a special warmth that started in the depths of her wet pussy and spread out to touch all of her silken skin.
Her nipples hardened into long peaks begging to be touched, further distending the already straining fabric at her incredible bust. And her vulva grew wet, darkening the crotch of her skimpy costume with warm, fragrant wetness. J’onn was cupping her buttocks, treating the two firm melons to just some of the strength contained in his superpowered body. And with his fingers dug into the nubile flesh, he pulled her closer, letting her feel the bulge of his momentarily imprisoned erection.
Karen sensed its throbbing hardness pressing against her through the twin layers of their costumes, intensifying her anticipation and fanning the flames of passion that already had her feeling like a slut. She wanted J’onn more than she’d ever wanted anything. Nothing else was important. All that mattered was the glorious ecstasy of his hands on her body.
She would do anything he wanted, submit willingly to his desires no matter what they were, no matter if they hurt her, degraded her, or took her anal virginity. To do otherwise would take a strength Karen had happily relinquished. She’d rather have an orgasm than self-respect.
“Ohh! J’onn! Shit!” Karen breathed in soft murmurs, as one of his hands explored its way up the striations of her rib cage, slowly approaching the swell of her awe-inspiring bust.
Spurred on by her approving mutters, J’onn cupped one of her breasts, his hand powerfully kneading the strong and tender flesh, clever fingers working pleasure from her yearning nipple. Then, slipping his other hand under her rump, J’onn lifted her off her feet, cradling her in his arms like a personal possession.
It was an unfamiliar sensation to Karen to be manhandled this way, but she thought she could grow used to it. She wrapped her arms around J’onn’s neck, lowering her head to his shoulder as he carried her towards the wall.
Joining his lips to hers, he kissed her slowly and tenderly, his seeking tongue pressing between her lips as if to ready Karen for how she’d be penetrated when his hardened cock was brought to bear on her.
“Hnnhh! Oh my God, I’m ruining my suit! I can feel every inch of my cunt and it’s all twitching—it’s like I can’t wait!” She turned her head to put her ears to his lips. “What did you do to me, J’onn?”
“I warned you. My mind is powerful. Even a will as strong as yours is hard-pressed to resist.”
“Who’s resisting?” Karen retorted. “I’ve been horny before, but this feels like—whoo—you’re really going to let me have it, aren’t you? That’s what’s turning me on.”
“Yes,” J’onn whispered, looking steadily into her eyes. “My lust for you is infectious. But you knew that. From now until I release you, you’ll be my sex slave. As you wanted.”
“Sounds like you’re going to put me through my paces. Fine by me. Just as long as all this domination isn’t compensating for anything.”
“That is a concern you needn’t have with a shapeshifter.”
“Yeah, I guess not. Fuck. You could literally have a horse cock, couldn’t you?”
“Would you like that?”
“Does it matter what I’d like?”
“There’s an interesting discourse in that. But at the moment, I think it’d sufficient to allow that I would like to fuck a big-titted slut. And, either because you are or you simply wish to act as such, you’re going to be treated as a big-titted slut for the foreseeable future.”
He had carried her into the wall and phased them through it. Now they stood in front of a bed in one of the Watchtower’s guest suites. J’onn laid her gently down on it, slipping his hands out from under her and stepping back like an artist to look proudly at his work.
Karen looked back at him, instinctively posing for the Martian. It didn’t take much, looking the way she did. She just took a deep breath and her girls did all the rest.
Strangely, her arousal took on a different tenor with J’onn standing over her. His big red eyes caressing her body made her feel tranquil and at ease. As excited as she was, Karen also knew that whatever he did to her would be good. Her body responded to his like they were meant for each other, her openness a receptacle designed for his hard and surging flesh.
Taking a deep breath and feeling her breasts swell against the confines of her costume, Karen saw J’onn approach her. She tingled everywhere and though air conditioning kept the room comfortably cool, she was drenched with heated sweet. Her need for more of his touch was boiling her whole body—she’d burst into flame if he didn’t touch her. And she’d burst into flame if he did.
Both hands stretching out to her, J’onn undid the catch at her neck, opening up her costume to reveal the ivory softness of her massive breasts. They were ripe and full, tropical fruits that could not be more ready for a hand to grip them or a mouth to taste them.
Filling his palms with all their potent weight, J’onn squeezed gently, feeling the nipples scratch against his skin and seeing the jellied flesh bulge between his fingers and almost drown his digits in their pillowy softness.
When he pulled at her costume, dragging its openness down her body, Karen arched her back, lifting herself up to allow J’onn to remove it. He whisked it away quickly, sweeping it down her legs with scarcely more than a flick of his wrist.
