The night was far from over.
Kal stood in the center of his grand sanctum, his breathing deep and slow, his body still humming with the raw delight of having taken Raven.
She lay out over silken pillows at his side, her pale skin flushed and shining with sweat, her body trembling from the intensity of his desire.
His cum dripped from between her thighs, a sacred mark of possession.
But in Kal, a deeper desire burned.
It was not lust—it was divine right, a lifelong call running through his blood.
Tonight, he would take it all.
Tonight, all the women within his universe would know him, carry him, belong to him again and again.
He spun, his piercing eyes scanning the curved golden halls of his palace — halls now thronged with women of every kind: warrior guards in hot outfit, milf maids in soft linen, mages in sexy dress, also all the rest of DC earth women.
They had come.
A single word from Kal — not a word, but the force of his will — and the procession began.
The first were his own bodyguards, their armor stripped away to reveal toned bodies and flushed faces.
They knelt at his feet, hungry, desperate.
Kal took hold of the nearest woman's jaw — a wild-haired, black-haired fighter — and guided her lips around his cock.
She was crying out around his size, her tears running down her face as she struggled to take him all in.
The others pressed in around them, their hands stroking his thighs, their mouths tracing his skin in adoration.
Kal stormed through them like a hurricane — powerful driving thrusts filling mouths and throats, hard balls smashing against flushed cheeks, hot seed spattering faces and trickling down armor-scarred breasts.
They collapsed, one by one — their wombs filled, their bodies trembling with exhausted passion, their loyalty seared forever in the fire of his kiss.
Then..
The soft-eyed milfy maids followed — young, virgins, some shy, some brash.
Kal was slow with them.
He took one small brunette up easily onto a marble surface, spreading her thin thighs and driving his cock to the base inside her with one forceful stroke.
She shrieked, her nails scratching at his back as a burst of rapid-fire ecstasy engulfed her.
Another one knelt between his thighs, her hands and mouth working frantically to expel more of his divine seed.
And then the mages — prideful women who thought knowledge of magic isolated them from desire — found themselves over in massive bed, their pride in learning removed as Kal claimed their tight, lewd bodies.
Their cries reverberated through the hallroom, blending with the scent of sex and desire.
The air rippled.
Kal now in another part of the bed~
Starfire -
She swooped into Kal's arms, encircling her long legs around him, rubbing wet pussy against his cock as they hung suspended above the bed.
Kal pushes his cock into her as she hung in mid-air, and Starfire's head rolled back, a scream of unearthly ecstasy tearing from her lips.
Even before he had completed his passion within her, Donna Troy appeared out of now-where — courageous and defiant — to gasp and fall to her knees, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Kal's presence.
He filled Starfire's belly with a hard brutal stroke, then took Donna by the hair and bent her over a low stone table.
Two heroines taken, conquered, filled.
And more and more came.
...
Shiva's Whispers beside kal ~
"You kept us waiting, husband." Her voice was weighted with the dust of dead galaxies, her lithe body coiled like a blade.
Kal pulled her into him, their golden and obsidian auras twining.
"Eternity is a breath," he breathed, kissing the scar beneath her collarbone—a memento of their wedding duel centuries past.
"And you are my first breath."
Shiva's fingernails raked down his back, leaving faint trails of stardust.
Their bodies swayed in a rhythm older than time, her lethal elegance matched by his divine hunger. The bedchamber around them transformed.
Mera watched from a pool of liquid starlight, her hydrokinetic tiara fluttering in approval.
The Enchantress giggled, her chaos magic weaving erotic illusions that even Kal's eyes briefly enjoyed.
Atlanna, regal and ageless, sipped wine from a comet's tail, her eyes claiming.
"You still fight like a mortal," Shiva taunted, her thighs wrapping around his hips as they drifted above a budding nebula.
Kal's laughter shook constellations. "And you still lose."
Their orgasm was soundless—a supernova contained within their entwined bodies.
Shiva's sigh merged with the void, her warrior's edge dulled for a millennium moment.
Mera stood up from her pool of starlight, water cascading from her in impossible forms.
"My turn," she spoke, her voice a tidal wave.
Kal met her in the storm. Their love was an ocean.
Her hydrokinesis sculpted liquid pleasure into leviathan shapes that enwrapped them.
He fought back with solar fire, seething her waves into mist that pearled her skin.
Drown me," he dared, and she did—her kiss a riptide pulling him into her abyssal heart.
"My turn," corrected the Atlantean matriarch, her trident seeming to cleave Mera's waves.
Two princess shared a smile—a rivalry older than Atlantis itself.
Kal's hands possessed Atlanna's waist, her scales dissolving under his touch.
"Still jealous?" he teased.
"Still insatiable," she retorted, her royal composure fracturing as he laid her on a frozen comet.
The Enchantress grew impatient.
"Enough nostalgia," she purred, her chaos magic warping the bedchamber into a hall of mirrors. Every reflection showed a different Kal.
A warrior-king clad in bleeding starlight.
A scholar writing runes on her bare thigh.
A monster with black-hole eyes.
"Choose," she ordered, her green eyes afire.
Kal shattered the mirrors with a look. "I am all," he snarled, pinning her to a fractal throne.
"And you are mine."
Her magic recoiled—a kaleidoscope of pleasure-pain that would have incinerated a lesser god. Kal absorbed it, his golden skin blazing brighter until she dissolved into him.
"Cheat," she breathed, her chaos simmered down to a contented hum.
Atlanna claimed him next, her patience depleted.
"You spoil them," she admonished, her voice vibrating with the weight of alien depths.
"A king needs to control his harem.".
Kal's fists tightened in her silver hair.
"And a queen should kneel."
Their mating was tectonic—a collision of two old powers.
Atlanna's screams formed new oceans in distant galaxies, her fingernails carving trenches into his shoulders.
"You… arrogant…," she spat, even as her body arched into him.
"You love it," he taunted, his mastery reducing her protests to whimpers.
Cheetah padded into sight, her tawny coat bristling.
"My turn," she growled, her voice a predator's snarl.
Kal welcomed her challenge. Their lovemaking was fierce:
Her claws rent celestial silk.
His fangs imprinted supernova bruises on her throat.
The bedchamber trembled as two apex predators fought.
"Submit," he ordered, his fist closing in her mane.
Cheetah's snarl modulated to a purr.
"Never… completely," she submitted, her wild heart pounding to his rhythm.
Batgirl crawled forward modestly, licking the balls off his heavy ball sack as he rode another woman on top of her.
Black Canary screamed her orgasm into the night, her cry shattering the stones of the palace.
The hall was filled with a tide of rolling, naked bodies.
Women kissed, moaned, cried, begged.
Kal walked through them like a god, boundless, unstoppable, his cock thrusting into wetting cunts, opening tight butts, pouring hot seed over open mouths and gaping holes.
He used them sometimes one at a time, savoring each scream.
Sometimes he stacked three, four, five women on top of each other — fucking their twisted bodies in a sweaty, knotted pile, swapping holes, filling them so full his seed flowed from their bellies and mouths.
Lastly, Kal placed himself on a massive, golden throne.
The women swarmed him — Death sitting on his lap, Desire jumping up and down on his dick, His mother and aunt on knees worshipping his balls.
Lois Lane, Diana, Clara, Mera, Zatanna, Hawkgirl, Vixen — they clung to his legs, arms, chest, starving for more.
His throne was an altar of flesh — glistening, heaving, moaning bodies all starving for his divine touch.
And Kal, untiring and brilliant, surrendered to them repeatedly.
Until the earliest dawn crept above the world.
Until all wombs were filled.
Until all hearts were broken and remolded in worship of him.
To Be Continued...