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The Coming Doomsday 8
🕑 Added 2024-05-24 19:00:01 +0000 UTCWith Knockout soundly defeated, Kon reached up between Dora’s legs. She felt his hot, sweaty hand grip her upper thigh and then caress her silken lips as if to compel the little spasm that came, dislodging some of the seed that he’d filled her with what seemed like hours ago. Then his fingers were swimming through the semen, touching the insides of her swollen labia as he entered her.
“Oh, Jesu Christo!” she moaned. “Again… not again… you have two new women to fuck, senor…”
“You’re mucho weto, amigo!” Harley crowed, able to hear the squish of Dora’s overstimulated slit opening up now that both Knockout and Enchantress had succumbed to his supremacy. “You want it! Your pussy’s all wet and hot for what he’s got! Think of it this way—at least you’ll be ready when he finally stops using Enchantress as a free-range hole!”
“Oh God, God!” Dora sobbed, feeling her breath quickening, her body rushing with adrenaline. He’d come so much in her the first time—if he did it again, did she have any chance of avoiding being bred by the man-monster? She imagined herself knocked up with three other women in the same night, in the same bed practically… not that there even was a bed… which made it worse. It would not just be a baby out of wedlock; it would be outside her species!
But Kon was so much stronger than her and he’d already given her a sample of his love that had her practically addicted, unable to stop thinking of how good it was. Hell, all she had to do was look at Enchantress and Knockout to see how hard a woman could come. But if she gave into her desire a second time, how would she live with herself afterward? He wasn’t even human and he didn’t even look handsome like El Hombre Super did. About the only thing to recommend this creature was that, unlike Superman, he wasn’t too shy to touch…
“Let him in,” Harley cooed, her breath coming so hot and moist that Dora could feel it through the space between them. “Those big hands can touch you as good as his cock, make you feel like the rest of them… then it’ll be my turn… maybe he can put it up my ass!”
“This is wrong,” Dora cried. “He’s not human!”
“So?” Harley laughed. “Neither’s a dildo—you ever had fun with one of those? Why don’t you relax and enjoy yourself? We both know how good a lay he is… whatever he is…”
Dora knew she was right… she remembered how much pleasure she’d felt when Kon was inside her. This only added to her torment. She shouldn’t be so aroused by such a monstrous, bestial presence. She shouldn’t find him so maddeningly attractive and even arousing, because that made it impossible to resist his hand tenderly petting her swollen pussy, expertly stroking the walls of moist flesh, sending delicious pleasure up into her body until she was tingling on the same wavelength as Knockout and Enchantress… they were all getting to experience how wonderful it was to be his mate.
“Dios mio, noooo—” she groaned.
“Shhhh,” Harley whispered to her. “Easy now. Let him make you feel good. Open your legs for him, baby. Don’t make him force it in. It’ll really screw your head up if he forces it in and you enjoy it. Much better to enjoy doing it willingly. You’re not a victim, just a slut. It’s called empowerment.”
Her cooing voice and the gentle motion of Kon’s hand in her lap actually lulled Dora into a kind of willingness. She found herself spreading her legs just a little bit, giving Kon room to further enter her. He quickly began to massage her clit and the dewy opening of her womanhood. It felt good. Too good. She felt an unavoidable wetness beginning inside her and being transferred to Kon’s hand.
“That’s better,” Harley moaned, her pupils huge and dark as she stared at what Kon was doing at Dora’s crotch. “Just take it easy, let yourself feel good… yeah, let him in… so much better to have somebody touching you than having no one. And when you’re Kon’s bitch, you’ll always have him!”
Weakness took her over, years of pent-up desire making her vulnerable, and she opened her legs as if Kon were a long-lost lover coming to reclaim them. Kon growled, his voice deep and guttural—it didn’t sound like a man, or like any animal Dora had ever encountered. But he didn’t rush things, didn’t hurt her by moving too fast. He kept up his gentle but inescapable massage of her wet cunt.
“Bet you’ve been wishing someone would do this to you for a while, huh?” Harley teased gently.
“Yes,” Dora admitted. “Superman… but he won’t… he doesn’t want a bad girl like me…”
Harley snorted. “Well, this Super likes bad girls. I think he likes any girl who can take him. He gives every girl what they want, because that monster dick makes girls want to be fucked, and he fucks all of us!”
Dora blushed. “You’re crazy.”
“Yeah,” Harley giggled. “But at least I’m getting fucked!”
Dora didn’t bother to argue. She couldn’t think up anything to say—not when this felt so good. She didn’t think she could consider anything but Kon’s deliciously rubbing fingers at her starved pussy, fulfilling its hunger by taking her need to its zenith and then giving her more and more to feel.
Then Harley had nothing more to say. Kon’s free hand was around her throat, tightening just short of completely cutting off her airway.
The look in her eyes was louder than her voice could ever be. It was jubilant, before her eyes rolled up in her head and she was as insensate as most of the women in the room.
Somehow—instinct? Accident?—his rough fingers found the tiny button of Dora’s clitoris, ringed her juicy opening, traced the swollen lips of her pussy. It all felt incredible… too good… she would have to stop soon, before she lost control of herself. Before she became aroused enough to act like Enchantress or Knockout or Harley.
“UUUNNNHHPH!” Kon moaned, feeling his climax sweeping out from his aching balls in one massive release. “FUCKING!”
He had hardly gotten the word out of his mouth when Enchantress let out a tortured groan. His balls rumbled violently, as if angry with having to end the rapture he was in, and then his cock exploded with a hot, thick load—his prick ballooning until Enchantress’s eyes shot open with fresh pain. She was not hurt, exactly, but her pleasure was so much more than it had been that not all of it could feel good.
Kon’s pumping ropes of cum slammed into Enchantress’s womb with savage demand, thoroughly coating the inside of her belly with the ultimate culmination of Kon’s desire to breed.
“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop!” she shouted up into Knockout’s armpit.
From the waist down, her body was covered in an overflowing bath of cum, a geyser that seemed to emanate from her and not Kon’s deeply buried prick. Surges of cum shot into her, found no room to occupy, and washed backward, spilling out of her womanhood. And still Kon fucked more in. The sound of semen-stained flesh on flesh smacked through the room until the air vibrated with its frenetic beat.
Finally, they all lay there in a gasping heap. Kon was totally spent; the others were long since exhausted with receiving even a little of his mating drive. Kon moved his hips, flopping his member out of Enchantress. It slapped noisily against his thighs as it came to a rest.
Hours later, Encantadora woke still feeling incredibly sensual, tingling in a satiated afterglow as if she’d been satisfied moments ago and not long enough for her sweat to dry and her feverish body to cool. The euphoria still lingering in her body made her reluctant to cover herself again. Kon had disappeared, leaving her with the other three fallen bodies that had sated his lust. Still, a part of her hoped he would return and once more force her to a level of voluptuous enjoyment she could never find on her own.
It felt good to relax for a few moments, savoring the incredible exhilaration that her body had known as she was taken like her sister teammates were taken, one after another, and over and over again, until none of them could take anymore.
She didn’t think she’d ever be the same. As much as she’d enjoyed sex before, now she knew the true bestial nature of the act. She would never forget…
After several minutes, she got up and dressed herself languidly. She sensed the others, too, were reticent to get dressed. They dallied, putting on only their underwear by the time she was fully dressed. Dora stood up and stretched felinely, looking down at the others. For once, they were all as giggly as Harley.
“Where do you think he went?” she asked.
Harley surprised them all by letting out a moan instead of her usual laugh.
“Pup’s probably off to find a new mate—someone who can keep up with him—I thought I could, but Darkseid’s balls!” Knockout swore.
Enchantress coughed. “We must… return to Waller… we’re still under her control… wouldn’t want her to detonate us.”
“Nope!” Harley agreed. “Not now that he’s gone—”
Enchantress shot her a look.
“It would be a hard choice to make,” Dora nodded. “If he were still here… still…”
“What a way to go,” Knockout remarked.
“You think he’s back to normal?” Harley wondered. “These superhero types always go back to normal sooner or later…”
“God, I hope not,” Dora said.
And a quick look around the room revealed that all of them, even Enchantress, were in firm agreement.
