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[Author' Note: If it hasn't become obvious by now, I am using an entirely original take on the Green Lantern "emotional spectrum", collapsing the myriad rainbow of corps from the DC canon into a more Jedi / Sith sort of arrangement, with the Star Sapphires in the middle. This chapter also reveals my alternate origin for Donna Troy and the revelation that the original Amazons that founded Themyscrira were offshoots of the Olympian Eternal line. As always, where my exposition deviates from canon is a result of this universe's alternate history and nature, especially in the post Crisis merge. Additionally, this edit fixes a continuity error I made regarding the Ghost Rider and changes the name of the Lantern enemy force to the more awesome and intimidating "Dragoons".]
[11/27/11: Added new epilogue to chapter]

Chapter 10 part 4: Interstellar Intercourse

"...anyone who doesn't want in on the fun should go now, because I'm about to turn on the juice and get this fucking party started."

The reactions to Jessica's announcement were mostly positive, but with a few exceptions. Immediately, Monica Rambeaux aka Photon stood and kissed her lover Jen, also known as Jade and the She-Hulk, goodbye and told her that was her cue to go. To everyone's surprise, most of all Monica's, Jen smiled and said she was going home with her. Monica tried to argue with her, saying it wasn't necessary and she could stay and play if she wanted, but Jen was insistent. She had fun playing last time, and she might do it again sometime, but this time she wanted to go home with the woman she loved. Monica had to relent at that, secretly pleased, and the others told her she'd be missed but she was definitely welcome to join them another time. After their round of goodbyes, they flew off and thus reduced the attendance for the upcoming sex party by two.

The next to stand to leave was Barbara Ketch, the Ghost Rider. When those who'd fought Lobo with her objected, wishing her to stay and enjoy the celebration of victory together, she sadly shook her head and explained.

"I can't... I literally can't. I'm not like my brother was. Human hosts proved too unreliable for the Spirit of Vengeance, they always wanted their own lives to override the mission. I'm different... I died before the Ghost Rider came to me. I was injured, in a coma and then I was killed in my hospital bed. I'm not alive... I remember black and then awakening to the flames from the Rider, offering me a deal. I could return to Earth, be among the living, if I would host the entity. But it wasn't a full return to life. I don't breathe, or eat or drink or have normal sleep or feel things like you do. Like I did when I was alive. I'm not. So attempting sex would only depress me when it didn't work and I was vividly reminded of what I've lost."

Expressions of shock and sympathy rippled through the crowd, before Jean spoke up.

"Are you immune to telepathy?"

Ketch blinked, and then responded to the voice in her mind. "Yes I can hear you... loud and clear..."

Jean smiled. "Then don't worry about going anywhere. Just find a spot to curl up and relax, and I'll transmit to you all the pleasure you can handle."

The undead young woman smiled for the first time. "You guys got a bedroom for me? The one place I'm still alive is in my dreams... if you can send to me while I catnap, and make sure I remember it..."

Jean nodded and smiled soft and warm to her. "Consider it done." And then the stunning, telepathic redhead kissed the smaller supernatural one, sheathing them both in Phoenix flame, causing the smaller woman to gasp as the feeling flowed through her --the first real thing she'd felt since returning from the dead.

Jean smiled with a hint of playfulness in her husky, passionate voice. "Sweet dreams, darlin'... I guarantee it."

The others who shared that battle with her, Pantha, Cheetara, Felicia and Tigra all hugged her in turn before sending her off to bed, and Hal "Steve" Jordan, the Green Lantern, stood.

"I guess this is my cue to go.", he said as he gathered his jacket.

Carol Danvers, Ms Marvel, smiled and chuckled. "And why do you say that?"

He gave her a kind of skeptical look, like suspecting she was pulling his chain. "Look, I been in some pretty wild parties back in my Air Force days, but nothing like this. Then it was either a pretty close mix of males and females, or it was all women and the guys got kicked out before the fun time started. A dozen of you and three of us tells me it's time to get out before I'm tossed out."

She chuckled and grinned. "That was then, this is now. Sit down, shut up and listen, you too Nova. Here's the rules."

Steve frowned a moment, then nodded and shrugged, sitting back down. "I'm listening."

Richard "Rick" Ryder, was blinking in surprise as he obviously expected to be joining Jordan on the way out the door. Instead, he just sat tight and kept his mouth shut as the stunning, powerful blonde delivered her message.

"The majority of us are bi, at least when the mood strikes us, so we're cool with you staying. Thor is, he's been at all of these we've had so far. Thing is, there's no guarantee if any particular woman here is gonna want you or not, so don't make any presumptions, ask before you touch and take no for an answer first time, period. If you're cool with that, you can stay. Otherwise, yeah it is time to hit the road."

Steve nodded. "Hell, that's more than acceptable, it's damned near too good to be true."

Rick just nodded softly in agreement, hardly able to believe his luck. He was surprised even more when his eyes were covered and a softly familiar voice asked him "Guess who?"

He blinked as she came around to in front of him, in all her redheaded glory... Angelica Jones, the Firestar, his former teammate and unrequited crush.

She smiled to the others in the room and announced. "I'm sorry I'm so late, everyone, we were on a mission or I'd have been here to help, I promise. But when Jean called me and told me Rick was here, I had to show up. Is that ok?"

Jessica conferred with Tigra for a moment, and then looked to her with a soft, sad shake of her head. "I'm sorry, but you weren't here for the battle, you don't get to party after. No skin on the line, no skin after."

Angelica blinked, shocked and hurt. "I said I'm sorry! I would have been here if I could..."

As she spoke, Rick stood by her side and began to speak, saying "Hey...!" but he trailed off when he saw Jessica's face break into a chuckling smirk as she announced "Oh I'm completely kidding you, relax." Then she paused, as Tigra whispered to her again. "However..."

The pair tensed, and she delivered the coup de grace. "Since you were late to the party, you have to make up for it by stripping for us. Last to arrive, first to get naked, that's the rules. And no, I'm not kidding. Get to it, red."

Angelica blinked, looking around at the room and seeking any form of support for her in the eyes of the others, but the only one on her side it seemed was Rick. The other guy in black and green she didn't know seemed skeptical of it himself, but seemed to have a "not liking it but keeping his mouth shut" sort of stance on it, some support but not near enough. And so, she sighed, and moved to the center of the room with a blush that rivaled the red of her hair. She never was one comfortable being the center of attention... still, if this is how she had to pay to play, her courage wouldn't fail her.

Even if she wasn't nervous at feeling the center of attention, Angelica wouldn't have been able to put on much of a strip show. She wasn't much of a dancer, having been more the wallflower growing up and remained a little shy sometimes, especially out of costume. Being suited up and in action enabled her to take on a more confident and extroverted false front, a heroic persona, but it wasn't really her. She was always far more likely to be on the outside looking in.

And yet, here she was, with all eyes on her and no way to back out. So, despite her lack of ability to really dance, she did the best she could and at least attempted to make it sort of slow and sensual. She had tried this once before, for Vance, and couldn't have known then that he had little real interest, only feigned. She'd only known she wasn't very good at it, and the underwhelmed response convinced her not to try it again. Thus, she had precious little experience and she was feeling it now.

Still, she got not only real interest in her this time, but cheering and encouragement. It made her blush all the more, but it also made her feel good about herself. Sure, she'd been told many times that she was beautiful and even knew it was true from an intellectual standpoint, but much of her core being remained that shy, plain and rather tomboyish girl who'd often been teased when not being ignored entirely. And the whole mob of former friends and acquaintances forming into a lynch mob when she was outed as a mutant thing hadn't helped her self-esteem, nor had her fiance' turning out to be gay and having been using her as a beard to fuel his own self-denial. Knowing she'd blossomed into a strong, capable, and desirable woman was different than really feeling it deep down. So for her, the positive attention and encouragement really felt good rather than her taking it for granted like a more naturally confident woman might.

For Rick, her former New Warriors teammate, watching her this way was a dream come true. He'd always fantasized of seeing her naked and in all her sexual glory, though in his dreams they were usually alone with this show just for him instead of in a large room with over a dozen other people. Still, he wouldn't complain. His eyes were locked, his entire being transfixed as she revealed her perfect milky smooth skin to his vision, tracing every curve, every line of her perfect form with his eyes. When her breasts were revealed, he was fascinated with their shape, how they moved, the color and shape of the nipples, everything. She was the center of his world. And then her perfect ass was given to his view, he again memorizing every line and curve like it was designed by the gods themselves... and then he saw it. She turned, and her eyes found him as her red-framed feminine center came into view. It was like the revelation of a holy temple, longing for worship, and he unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes strained for the glimpse of pink and moist beneath the red triangle that pointed the way to heaven.

Angelica paused, frozen for a moment as she saw her former teammate gazing on her not with raw lust but instead an admiration and powerful attraction for her that made her stomach clench and flutter with nervous but also sexual response. He wasn't just looking at a naked woman, not even just a naked woman he wanted to fuck. He was looking at -her-, desiring and admiring her and her alone and from the look in his eyes any or all of the other women could join her just as naked and displayed and his eyes would still be for her alone. She was special to him. It was the look she had always wanted from Vance, and she never got it. A look, if not of true love, at least was one of deep and powerful attraction, affection, and admiration for her that made her heart melt. He was hers for the asking, and in that realization she came to a decision.

Rick couldn't believe what was happening as she walked towards him, slowly, her perfect hips moving in rhythm as they alternately concealed and revealed her feminine center, and then she was sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around him. He was stunned, struck speechless. His eyes found her cleavage, pushed together by the position of her arms, and he couldn't move, look away, or barely even think. And then he felt her fingers under his chin, lifting his face and eyes... and he suddenly felt stupid, staring at her chest like a dumbstruck teenager, and he was certain she'd be angry. He'd blown it! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He cursed himself as he braced for her anger, but instead she simply softly smiled and chuckled, mildly chiding him but no more.

"Yes", she said simply, and his heart leapt and his whole being lit up as she took his lips in a kiss that might as well have been made of fire, consuming him utterly.

Across the room, Jean smiled at the successful pairing she'd arranged, and then looked around at the rest of the room, silently urging them to get started already. Her gentle mental push was soon matched by the wondrous, subtle scent of Jessica's pheremones, and Jean smiled. Now this party truly would get started properly.

-----

Carol grinned as she saw things get started, and she moved on her pre-selected target. He'd been in her sights for most of the party, and she was certain she could bring him down. He was good, cool as ice, but she was hotter than he was cool.

She smiled as she moved to him with a pair of drinks, one for each of them, and quipped conversationally. "You ever fly a Warbird?"

He paused, and raised an eyebrow. "Not sure what you mean?"

She grinned, and shot him that look. "Oh I think you can guess."

He paused, then nodded, figuring it out. "First time for everything... what I know of the Warbird, she's as hot or hotter than anything I've flown, but I've never rode a bird I couldn't handle."

Carol chuckled. "That sounds like quite a boast, Mr Jordan."

He shrugged. "Just a fact. I'm still here, and not in flaming chunks scattered somewhere, so it proves the point. Day I ride a bird that's too much for me is the day they bury an empty box with my name on it. Hasn't happened yet."

She chuckled and smiled. "Ah... lucky for you then this bird handles like a dream if you treat her right, and is only dangerous if you piss her off."

He grinned at that. "I wouldn't dream of it. First rule of flying, treat your bird like a lady and respect her. Push her limits, ride the screaming edge but don't abuse her, or she'll bite you so hard you'll be lucky if you live to regret it."

Carol grinned brightly at that, and kissed him. "Steve Jordan, I do believe you and I are going to get along juuust fine."

-----

Elsewhere, Jean found herself a comfortable place to sit and relax, and opened her mind to her companions. Not probing, not breaching privacy, but creating a network where she could skim surface thoughts and feelings and transmit the pleasures to the Ghost Rider in the other room. And then, once it was established, she smiled realizing she could do more than simply feed the highlights to their friend, she could act as a form of facilitator for the whole group. It wouldn't be hard at all to nudge people in the right direction, subtly inform them of who's attracted to them and what would work... smooth things along in this early awkward phase. Jessica was providing the pheremones to set the mood, she would play matchmaker. And while she was transmitting the pleasure from the group, she could indulge in it herself.

This would work out well.

-----

Ryoko, the blue-haired feline space pirate had been getting to know the Tamaran warrior princess Starlion almost from the time the celebration had begin, and had spent most of that time cuddled close to her, breathing her amazing, enticing scent and feeling the softness and warmth of the velvetine fur of her skin. Now it was time to take it to the next level. She kissed her, and then floated up and away to stand before her in mid-air. With a wave of her hand, she absorbed her jumpsuit (which was really just a layer of her shapeshifted body anyhow) into herself and stood revealed in all her naked glory. She wasn't as busty or curvy as most of the others, at least not in her default form, but she was attractive in her svelte and lithe way and still quite feminine. And to her pleasure, the look in Talia's eyes was one of pure attraction. She'd chosen well.

Afer trailing those golden eyes up and down Ryoko's naked form and smiling appreciatively, she stood to return the favor, also floating up off the ground as she unbuckled her scant armor and let it fall to the ground. In mere moments, she too was naked and revealed completely to Ryoko's eyes and nose. And Ryoko couldn't be happier with what her senses were telling her, nor more eager for more of it. Drifting to her, she met her lips in a powerful, passionate kiss that reverberated with her purrs down to to her toes and the tip of her tail, which like her arms and legs quickly wrapped around the larger, tawny catwoman. If having a woman like her was what came with joining this group, she only wished she'd done it sooner.

-----

Pantha hadn't wasted much time once it had become clear the direction things were going. She had more than a little of her genetic parent Wolverine's naturalistic lust for freedom, and she'd shed her clothing as soon as she felt like she could get away with it. Her enhanced senses both physical and psychic put her in tune with the scents and vibrations of feminine sexuality growing in the atmosphere of the place, and she smiled ferally as her huntress' instincts responded in kind and her own purple-trimmed sex moistened in anticipation of the pleasure to come. The next step was to choose her prey, stalk, and pounce, and she was very good at all three. Scanning the room, her eyes found one she considered most attractive sitting alone, fidgeting nervously and trying to keep her hand from between her legs, obviously aroused but nervous and unsure how to proceed. She was one of the newest here, without any real connections with others formed yet, so she had no default partners to seek. She was completely vulnerable to being taken for Pantha's own, and the purple haired huntress grinned softly to herself and purred as she rose from her seat and stalked her way with a feminine, feline slink that put all of her considerable assets on open and enticing display. The blink and stare she got from her target, and the slight lick of her lips, proved to Pantha that her hunt was a success. The purple woman was as good as hers.

"You're my favorite color." she said with a predatory look and a bit of challenge in her voice.

To her credit, Xenith, or Xena for short, the Strontian female warrior that was the relative of Gladiator of the Shi'Ar empire, didn't shrink away or even betray her nervousness beyond a soft, almost inaudible gasp and a clench of her stomach and lower muscles that made an almost silent squish from her wet feminine core. She set her features in a determined look, despite her indigo blush that flushed her face, and stood to her full impressive height and clenched her powerful fists.

"So I am... is that a problem? What do you plan to do about it?"

Pantha grinned. "This."

And without another word, her powerful leg muscles flexed then sprung, projecting her in a smooth, arcing pounce that landed her atop her shocked target turned partner to be, as despite her vastly superior strength the larger woman had been bowled over in her surprise and aborted, half-executed instinctive judo-like fallback. Without giving her a moment to think or counter the sensual assault, Pantha completed the sexual killstroke by delivering a powerful, passionate kiss to the wide-eyed purple warrioress. Her intentions should thus be made more than clear, and indeed the larger woman meeped as her eyes grew wide in shock but then closed as the meep turned to an mmm as she melted into the pleasurable assault of lips and tongue on her own.

She wasn't the only one shocked, though, as Pantha was startled by the sudden snapping into existence of a psionic connection between them that turned the kiss more than physical. In the link, she felt what the other was thinking and feeling, and the other woman could surely know the same from her. She blinked softly, struck still for long moments as the link settled and the two learned of each other by psychic osmosis. The warrior girl hadn't meant to establish the link any more than Pantha herself had, but instead it had formed by instinct from two psychic minds seeking connection psionically and finding the seeking tendrils of one another's unconscious probes. The connection felt strong, and good, and as her awareness slowly filled with knowing the other woman, Pantha realized she'd chosen as well as could easily be imagined without having even realized it. This woman was someone she might even want to stay with. She was certainly getting more attached to her by the moment, and they hadn't even yet had sex --or as it would become if this link continued to deepen, made love. That consummation would only strengthen the newfound bond, which already felt good and right.

She'd struck paydirt. This was going to be something truly special.

-----

In a semi-secluded corner, the new Lanterns Arisia and Katma sat, cuddled close as the larger Katma wrapped her arms around her smaller and more traditionally feminine companion with a mixture of affection and protectiveness. As they watched their hosts and new teammates go from merely affectionate to openly sexual, they watched, with a skeptical frown on the features of the more hardened warrior while open curiosity shined in the eyes of her smaller companion. To their surprise, soon even the earth Lantern was joining in, with a blonde female from the local group. It was a flagrant violation of protocol, of course. Lanterns were supposed to eschew desires and emotions, operating on pragmatic logic and pure willpower, subsuming their own wants and needs as completely as possible, and their advancement in the Corps hinged on their ability to do just that. Lanterns who merely contained their hotter side would forever be limited to Green rank and never progress beyond the status of field agent. To attain a place in the command structure on Oa, a rank of Blue Lantern, required a complete control of emotions and desires to the point that they barely reached the conscious mind at all, and the elder rank of Silver Lantern required to sit on the High Council must be purified of them entirely and be cool and detached in all things at all times. To ever act in a way that was motivated by emotions or desires was an offense worthy of being demoted or even stripped of power entirely, and on Oa there was no such thing as on duty and off duty hours.

For the Green ranked field agents, though, there was a little more leeway. While intimate relationships were frowned on, a form of "don't ask don't tell" policy was in place knowing that for many beings complete control was a goal to be worked towards rather than an accomplished ability, and the necessity of hiding it and keeping it separate from duty was the beginnings of discipline. It was also an acknowledgement that if they were to be as strict as they could be and root out all off-duty activities it could damage morale and recruitment and cost them the services of Lanterns who were otherwise good at their jobs. To the elder Lanterns on Oa, if such activities were concealed well enough that no evidence of them could be easily detected, then they were under control enough to not interfere with the duties of a Green. It was in that leeway space that Arisia and Katma Tui hid their relationship.

As they watched, Arisia turned smiling eyes to her larger lover, answering her unspoken question with a nod, a smile, and a kiss. With a moment's effort of will, she'd made her uniform vanish, leaving only fresh clean golden skin open to her woman's hungry gaze, and then with a soft smirk she overrode the larger Lantern's uniform control as well, leaving her just as naked and freshly cleaned by the power of the ring. As the pink-skinned warrior woman from Korugar blinked and blushed a deep indigo, Arisia upped the ante by deepening the kiss and allowing her golden fingertips to softly brush and tease her lover's bluish-purple lower lips, smiling inside when she was rewarded with the feel of fresh moisture as her efforts were met by rapidly growing arousal from her partner.

Getting the result she wanted, Arisia leant back from the passionate kiss with an adorably mischievious smirk, and began kissing down the magenta skin of her partner, lover, and protector, seeking the feminine nectar that her fingertips had found and felt. Soon, her lips and tongue met the lower lips of her lover, carrying the enticing scent of arousal, and she leaned in to savor of it. As she did so, on her hands and knees with her face between her woman's thighs, she wriggled her perfect little ass sassily for anyone who might be watching her. It was so rare she got to express her free spirit, especially in so blatant a way, and she was enjoying every moment of it. The look of shock and horror on the faces of the Oan elders if they were to see this filled her mind's eye and amused her greatly, imagining the liberating feeling of telling them to loosen up and try getting sexed.

After but moments, it was she who was surprised as she was lifted by an unseen force, for a moment she was ready to defend and retaliate until her ring told her it was Katma who was moving her, and she realized she was being turned. In mid-air she was inverted, and then brought down into position to taste of her lover while her lover did the same for her. She sighed happily, then mmmed as she felt the soft hot breath of her life's love caress her most intimate flesh, and then moaned into that lover's sex as lips and tongue met her most sensitive spots in knowing, expert ways. After moments of riding the sensation, she recovered herself enough to return the favor, rewarded by the moans and wondrous taste of the woman she loved most in all the universe. Soon after, that universe contracted in her mind to just the two of them, with her beloved at the core of everything. Nothing and no one else mattered as they shared love and pleasure as one complete circuit of bliss. Oa be damned, she would give up anything, fight anything for this and for the woman under her lips. And woe be to any who tried to part them.

-----

For Rick Ryder, he was finally experiencing a dream come true. After years of unresolved attraction, he had the woman of his dreams laid out before him, with her perfect red-framed pink womanhood filling his senses, so close he could reach out and taste it. Which he intended fully to do, when he was finished being dumbstruck with awe. So amazingly beautiful...

Angelica blinked at his pause once his face had reached her intimate center. Was something wrong? Everything had gone perfectly to this point, their passionate kissing having led to him proceeding, unbidden, in a trek down her body to kiss and caress her willing body, pausing for a wondrous time spent on her chest before continuing down to her wet, willing womanhood. His skill and passion were above reproach, and she was thrilled to the core with the sexual attention, except that it had suddenly stopped. What the hell?

Rick blinked as she asked him what was wrong with a mix of apprehension and annoyance in her voice. He hadn't meant to give her the wrong impression, and he assured her everything was perfect. And to make sure she understood he wasn't just making excuses, he elaborated for her.

"To tell you the truth, Angel? I've been all over the galaxy, I've seen new planets sprouting life for the first time, I've seen stars end in supernovas and ancient nebulas give birth to new ones, and I've never experienced anything as wondrous and amazing as you, right now."

For long moments, she was struck speechless at his words, undeniable in their intensity and sincerity, and she blushed so bright and red it rivaled the red of her fiery hair. Finally, though, she recovered enough to give a weakly sarcastic tease in response as she gently thwapped his head with a gentle, smiling smirk.

"You're such a romantic dork... shut up and lick me already."

She didn't have to ask him twice.

-----

From the start, Tigra hadn't wasted any time. From the moment she'd been able to get away with it, she'd focused on Felicia like a laser and concentrated on her alone. She'd come so close to losing her forever, and she ached to hold her and kiss her and taste her and fill her world with the experience of her, alive and safe in her arms. Nothing else was as important as replacing that vision of her near-death with the joyous affirmation of life that was making love to her.

Though there was nothing wrong with that, it did leave two potential partners on the outside looking in. As Barbara Gordon looked on, she felt a soft-furred hand on her shoulder and a familiar, purr-tinged voice.

"You too? I wanted to be with Tigra tonight."

Barb nodded. "I had my eye on Felicia, but I was hoping to have my first time with Tigra tonight too. I've been teasing her long enough."

Cheetara nodded and smiled to her with a mischievious grin. "I believe I can fix that... trust me?"

Barbara had barely gotten the chance to nod her assent when she was being lifted and she felt the wind and saw the blur of incredible, blinding fast movement, and then she found herself straddling Felicia with her face in gorgeous, wet and enticing silver muff. Felicia was just as surprised as Barbara herself, but relaxed moments later when she identified the scent of the red-furred pink in her face and gave a soft purr as she began to lick her out.

"Oh, hello there..." she'd said, before picking up with Barb right where she'd left off with Tigra but moments ago. Hello indeed... Barb smiled to herself as she deeply inhaled of Felicia's amazing womanly scent, glancing up at Cheetara and Tigra before proceeding to get a good long taste of the sweet treat she smelled. Cheetara had wasted no time with Tigra, either, wrapping arms, one leg, and her tail around the tiger shifter while finding her orange-striped furred slit as her fingers probed deep for wetness and pleasure, eliciting a deep purr from the Tigra. There was no doubt in Barbara's mind that now that the two of them had been engaged in sex, it would spill over to a full foursome sooner than later, and everyone would get what and who they wanted.

And that suited Barbara just fine.

-----

As the atmosphere and activities in the room turned to sex and people began pairing or grouping off, the Asgardian God of Thunder waited and watched. He knew these women were strong, assertive, and many of them preferred the company of other women either usually or exclusively, and so approaching them unbidden would do little good. He was patient, and sure that when the time was right one or more of them would signal their interest in him and that was when he would move.

As it turned out, they made the move on him. Three of them, led by the lady Jessica, flanked by the warrior demigoddess Diana of Themyscira and her sister Donna Troy. Magnificent, all three of them, with Diana the largest and strongest of the three and Donna the smallest and most traditionally feminine, with Jessica a perfect medium between the two. Moreover, all three of them were ebon of hair and sapphire of eyes, as was his ultimate preference. He was no fool to turn away any beautiful woman no matter her attributes, but black hair and blue eyes on pale skin was his favorite combination. And now here were three such women, each as perfect as the last and yet different from one another as well. It was enough to make even a Thunder God thank his blessings.

"Yes", the lady Jessica said to his unspoken question. "Jean tipped us off to your tastes, and coordinated our little surprise for you. You like it?"

Thor chuckled. "Milady, how many times do I have to tell you I am no fool before you stop questioning me on things that only a massive idiot would say no to?"

Jessica grinned softly. "A woman still likes to hear the answer out loud."

He nodded. "Aye, then. Beyond any doubt, aye. Naught but Valhalla itself could hold greater treasures than are before me now."

Jessica smiled as she slipped into his lap with a soft kiss. "Good answer. You win."

Thor smiled in return. "And you three are my prize?"

The raven haired beauty in his lap grinned mischievously, and shook her head. "No... well at least not just that. First, you and I get to sit back and enjoy a show."

The thunderer raised an eyebrow at this, but then blinked in open shock as Diana pulled Donna into a passionate, fiery lover's kiss that left no doubt of it's sexual intentions.

Diana smirked at his reaction, clearly enjoying having shocked a millennia-old immortal, and she teased. "What, never seen two women kiss before?"

He frowned a little, pride stoking a touch of anger at her teasing, but confusion still was his overriding emotion as he asked. "Are you not sisters?"

Diana chuckled. "Yes and no, actually. We were raised by the same mother, but hundreds of years apart, and we're not genetically related. Donna was an orphan that my mother adopted."

Donna nodded. "Right, I'm actually a Titanian Eternal, sent to earth as a baby in an escape pod during Thanos' massacre. My parents considered Themyscrira a safe place, since it was mostly secret and populated by other Eternals, but my pod was damaged and crashed in the ocean, and I washed up on the shores of the island. Everyone presumed I had been lost in an earthly shipwreck, I didn't find out my true origins until well until adulthood."

Diana nodded and elaborated. "And besides, we're a small population with no men. Most of us are basically magical clones randomized from the gene pool of the original tribe from classical times, who were Eternals who interbred with male captors before isolating on Themyscrira. That's why only a handful of us are truly powerful, I'm a demigoddess and my mother a full Eternal, and Donna is a full Eternal of the Titan line, but most of us are more genetically diluted. Still immortal, still more powerful than humans, but not like gods or true Eternals. And virtually all of us are from that same small gene pool, so we're all sisters in a very real way. So on Themyscrira, if you won't have your sister you won't have anyone."

Jessica chuckled and teased. "If you were going to dump that much information on us, the least you could do is be naked for it. Give us something to look at."

Diana chuckled, and awkwardly flipped her off. "What's the phrase, 'fuck you' if I'm not mistaken?"

Jessica grinned. "Is that a promise?"

Diana grinned in return. "You can count on it."

Jessica laughed and gave a soft woo hoo sort of exclamation, and then urged them to get on with the show. Diana obliged by pulling Donna into another fierce kiss, this time escalating to passionate making out while their hands stroked and caressed each other's bodies. Soon their seeking hands were intent on stripping each other, revealing naked, perfect skin to admiring eyes and adoring hands. Soon enough thereafter, they were kissing down one another's bodies to bring themselves into a 69 position, Diana underneath with her smaller sister on top, spread perfectly for her seeking tongue and the eyes of their audience. It wasn't long after they'd begun that they stopped putting on a conscious display and simply focused on one another in their sensual passion, riding the stairway to sexual heaven together.

Thor and Jessica didn't waste the time either, watching intently but also enjoying one another's intimate company, kissing and stroking one another and eventually stripping down for better access. As they watched Diana and Donna make passionate love before them, Jessica sat naked on Thor's lap, one of his hands on her breast and the other delving deep into her feminine honeypot, seeking her wetness and her pleasure and enjoying the sensation of her most intimate flesh. The Amazon pair on the rug before them had a head start, and so they came more quickly, but by the time they were experiencing their second shared orgasm, Jessica was joining them with one of her own under the expert fingers of the Thunder God. Soon after, Jessica rose up to line his shaft with her intimate center, impaling herself on his length as she shared the nectar on her fingers with him. Soon, his fingertips had snaked back down to find her clit as his member pulsed and pumped within her, and the next time orgasm hit, all four of them shared the peak.

And that was only the beginning.

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Not far away, Steve Jordan was distracted for a moment by a shared pair of moans in voices he recognized, and was more than a little surprised to see the two offworld Lanterns engaged in a passionate 69, locked to each other as they rode out their mutual climax. And here he thought he was the only one who broke the rules... as he pondered this, a bit of sharp pain at the head of his dick brought him back to concentrating on himself and what he was doing. And what he was doing happened to be doing the lovely blonde atop him in a 69 position of their own. She chuckled back over her shoulder at him and chided him to pay attention, and he returned to working on her amazing feminine sex. He hadn't asked her to go down on him in return, that was her idea, he was intent on giving her proper foreplay though and was pleasantly surprised when she returned the favor and made it a mutual experience. And to call her an expert at it would be an understatement, giving him the perfect amount of teasing and pleasure to match what he was doing to her, more than enough to enjoy it but not too much to keep him from holding up his end of the bargain. He'd been sucked well before, maybe as good, but certainly never better, and it was a constant struggle not to lose himself to the amazing pleasure she was giving him. He wanted her pleasure as well though, not just because he felt it the right thing and only fair, but also so as not to fail in his job of giving as good as he got. He'd be damned if he slacked off and let this woman go unsatisfied. It wasn't his way to leave a job done with anything less than his best effort.

His best effort hadn't been bad so far, he'd given her one orgasm already and was working on giving her a second while still holding back his own. His senses were filled with her, her feminine core filling his vision with it's blonde-framed pink, it's lovely scent filling his lungs and the slick, hot feel and taste of her on his lips and tongue were beyond exquisite. He hadn't been wrong, he had never had better than her and wouldn't be surprised if he never did. And now, as he worked to bring her to her second orgasm under his tongue and fingers, her amazing head work on his dick was threatening to bring him with her. As he felt her heated core begin to clench in escalating rhythm, indicating her impending climax, he felt the telltale tingle in his balls and the base of his shaft that warned of his own. Taking but a moment away from her hot slit so he could speak, he warned her how close to the edge he was. Instead of changing her pace, however, she simply said "don't stop" and continued her amazing blowjob. He knew better than to not do as he was told, and buried his face back in her moist heat with redoubled intensity, seeking to delay his climax by focusing on bringing about hers.

It almost worked. Somehow, though, amazingly, she managed to keep his dick in her mouth and continue to suck even as she screamed her orgasm, and it was more than he could take. Roaring his pleasure into her heated core, he blasted the back of her throat with hot blasts of cum. For long, ecstatic moments they were locked as one in orgasmic passion, unable to think or do anything but react to the mindblowing power of sexual release that claimed them and rocked them to the core.

When it was over, Carol smiled down at him as she turned to face him, straddling his hips and softly grinding her wet hot slit on his still hard shaft, keeping it from softening more than the slightest bit as she restoked the fires of desire and passion within him. He was amazed, he hadn't expected her to swallow him or even allow him to come from oral at all, but she had and now she was waking his member for another round, this time it seemed that it would be inside her. She was intent on running the show, it seemed, pushing him back down with one hand when he came up to hold or kiss her, and soon without even the use of her hands she'd worked him into her pulsing, heated depths, uniting them as one. In his post-orgasmic sensitivity, the sensations were beyond description, and her perfect body danced atop his like a vision of a goddess, as perfect and enthralling as anything he could imagine. Her scent and taste was still on his lips, and he was buried to the hilt in her... how he could get any luckier he could hardly imagine. This woman was amazing beyond all measure.

As she began to ride him more intently, eliciting a deep groan of pure pleasure from him, she leaned down to ask him if he was fertile or not, as she wasn't protected. He told her he was vasectomized, which was true even if the ring couldn't just as effectively do the job of preventing his sperm from reaching her womb alive. She just grinned, and said that was good, it meant he got to come in front before she switched him to her ass.

He blinked in overwhelmed shock at that. All this, and she was going to take it in back, too? Suddenly, he began to seriously wonder if this would end up being the best sex of his life.

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Rick was in pure heaven. Angelica was still cooing and mmming softly under his tongue after her latest orgasm, and her scent and feel and flavor filled his senses just as her thighs framed the slit that was the center of his vision and his world. And as amazing as that was, it was about to get better still.

Moving from beneath him, she got on her hands and knees and presented her glorious bottom to him. It was incredible, how what he'd been seeing so up close and personal could look so different, so enticing in a completely different way, just by a change of position. He couldn't help himself, diving in to taste of her again, his face between those luscious cheeks as his tongue pressed into her woman's center once again. She gave a soft squeal, then a moan, but then she pulled away with a shake of her head.

"Too sensitive... no more licking please. I need you in me."

And though he was mostly sure this moment would come from the time she sat naked in his lap and kissed him, he still thrilled inside at her words. This was really going to happen. He was going to fuck the woman of his dreams. As he lined up the head of his penis at the entrance to her heated, slickened feminine depths, he was startled when she pulled away yet again. Was she teasing him now?

"No... not there. In my ass." she explained, and then sighed at his startled blink and deep hesitation. He clearly needed more encouragement.

"You know Vance turned out to be gay, right? He was in denial... well he'd never lick or finger me, and he only liked blowjobs and to fuck me in the ass. He said it was about saving my cherry for our wedding night, but it was at least as much about doing things that enabled him to pretend he was with a man. I never enjoyed the cocksucking part, so we did a lot less of that, but I learned to love being fucked in the ass."

Rick blinked. "He did what? Oh Angel I'm sorry..."

She nodded. "It hurt at first, finding out and breaking up I mean, but like Tigra said when she was helping me get over it, he was lying to himself and he wanted to believe. He had enough problems with his dad over being a mutant, being gay too was more than he could accept. So he tried to stick it out with me, trying to learn to love women and ignore his real feelings. Eventually he started seeing men on the side figuring he could use occasional flings to tide him over until he could kick it completely, like a drug addict trying to wean themselves off heroin. Problem is, it wasn't an addiction it was who he is. Really, catching him in the act and bringing it all in the open was the best thing for both of us in the long run."

He sighed. "Still, there's something kinda stockholm syndrome about liking what he did to you, isn't there?"

Angelica gave a sigh of her own, and shook her head. "Regardless of how it happened, I acquired a taste for it, and now I love it. It turns me on, it feels amazing and makes me come." She paused, and delivered the killstroke to her argument. "It's what I want, and if you won't fuck my ass, I'll find someone who will."

Rick processed that for long moments, and then nodded in defeat. "Alright, on one condition. You promise me it doesn't hurt."

Angelica smiled. "It won't if you're gentle and listen to me." she paused, and tilted her head. "You haven't ever done it before, have you?"

He sighed and dropped his eyes, blushing embarrassed in response, and Angelica gave a soft gentle chuckle. "It's ok... I'll guide you through it. Just do as I say and you'll be assfucking me like a champ in no time."

Angelica proved to be true to her word, as the only time during all the preparation and long process of slow insertion that she expressed any pain is when Rick moved wrong, and she was quick to correct him and teach him how to proceed. Soon, he was buried to the hilt in her hot, tight, gripping ass and it was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Not only was it tighter than any but the very tightest pussy he'd ever been in, it was a different sort of tight, a different sensation. Very tight and gripping at the ring muscle, and softer almost cushiony feeling within, but also with a sort of suction that made it feel like the head of his shaft was being gripped and caressed by a marshmallow fist. To call it amazing would be a vast understatement, and when she looked back over her shoulder and locked eyes with him, bringing home to his mind just who he was inside in such an intimate way, it was almost too much for him.

"Go ahead, I'm ready... fuck my ass."

Those words sent a shockwave shuddering through his system that almost sent him over the edge right then and there, but he clamped down on himself with an effort of will and slowly, ever so slowly, began to pump in and out of that amazing, hot tight ass. Somehow, the grip loosened just slightly even as the suction increased as the motion forced air out of her tight rectal passage and caused the inner walls of her bowels to cling to him like a second skin. It was unbelievably good, powerful and intense like nothing he'd experienced. As she began to moan in pleasure, he decided to up the ante for her in hopes he could accelerate her timetable for orgasm and give him more of a chance to hold out long enough... reaching underneath her perfect, soft-skinned body his fingertips found her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her as her body tightened down again and clenched down hard on his deeply-buried member.

It was too much for him. Guilt suffused him simultaneously with mind-blowing pleasure as he roared out in both dismay and orgasmic ecstasy as he pumped thick, hot jets of come deep into her bowels. He was just beginning to utter a string of apologies, when she chuckled softly and told him it was ok. He felt like a new virgin, which in a way he was as he'd never had a woman this way before. Still, her eyes held no upset, only softly amused sympathy as she finally spoke.

"You're still hard... think you can go again?" When he nodded, she smiled and replied. "Good... don't pull out. I know what to do."

Bidding him stay still, which of course was met with complete cooperation from him, he gasped and moaned as she began to work her amazing ass muscles on his cock, still keeping him buried balls-deep within her as she slowly, sensually milked his cock with her hot clenching rectal passage. The sensations were awesome, especially on his orgasm-sensitized dick, and soon enough there was no more risk of him going soft and indeed he was eager to begin on her again. As his hips squirmed and he sought to begin pumping into her again, she looked back and smiled, and said it was ok. It was time to fuck her glorious ass again.

This time, it worked better as his second time coming would certainly take much longer than the first, and this time he would hang with her for the duration. In fact, he was pretty sure she'd had a mild orgasm of her own while she was milking him back to life, as she fingered her own pussy and clit to keep her fires stoked, and that brought her closer to her own full orgasm that would come as he fucked her tight, perfect ass. As he settled into a strong but still gentle rhythm within her, he marveled at how amazing she looked, smelled, sounded, and felt. This was truly the most amazing sexual experience of his life, and even his dreams of her couldn't compare to the truth of making love to her here and now. And this time, there was no doubt at all in his mind that when orgasm came to them, it would claim them as one.

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It came as no surprise to Jessica that when she heard Angelica and her male partner moan together, he was buried in her ass. The last time she'd spent with Angelica in a sexual encounter had demonstrated the redheaded mutant girl's love for getting her pale, perfect little ass fucked. What did surprise her was that watching them gave her the urge to do the same. For a woman who'd only recently learned to enjoy anal sex and had never initiated it solely from her own desire, it came as a surprise that she found herself craving the sensation, and yet crave it she did. Or, at least, she was in the mood for it right now and she told Thor what she wanted. It was no surprise at all that he gave no objection to her request, and after a wonderful period of preparing her ass with tongue and lubed fingers, she was sitting slowly on his cock and working it to the very hilt in her clenching bowels. It was still a mostly novel feeling for her, one she hadn't truly gotten used to and still was able to surprise her with the way it felt, so different than having a man in her pussy and yet so pleasurable. And of course, the moans and growls of pleasure from the Thunder God whose cockshaft she was gripping in her tight anal passage proved to her she was giving as good as she was getting. As she began to slowly ride him, with his hips rising to meet her with every thrust, she moaned softly and sighed happily at the powerful sex she was experiencing. She hadn't ever expected to bring men back into her sex life, especially not with her ass, but she was glad she did as the sexual warmth spread upwards from her deepest bowels to infuse her being with bliss --a bliss that would only grow until it wracked her body with mind-shattering pleasure as it was released in climax.

Before them, the two Amazon sisters Diana and Donna hadn't wasted any time in their passionate lovemaking, and indeed had taken it to another level themselves. Diana had strapped into a black leather dildo adorned with runes, and flipped the smaller Amazon over to impale her deeply with it, burying to the hilt in her wet feminine core. The gasps and moans from them both were erotic and arousing, as was the sight and scent of their womanly glory as they joined together in intercourse. Clearly, from Diana's reactions the dildo was magical and allowed her to feel through it, and as Donna wrapped arms and legs around her and met her in a passionate lover's kiss, it became clear that soon, very soon they'd be reaching another orgasm together. If they were lucky, they could time it so that all four of them went off at once.

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Nearby, Carol smiled as she saw her beloved girlfriend Jessica sink down slowly onto Thor's hardened lower hammer with her exquisite ass... it wasn't all that long ago that she'd seen that couple experience each other that way for the first time, with Jessica being pretty much new to the anal experience entirely. Now, she was taking it in the ass like a pro. Jessica had seemed to be much more sexually liberated in general of late, initiating things like anal sex and group encounters that would have been unthinkable to the mostly quiet and shy brunette just weeks ago. It was an amazing change, and not an unwelcome one, but it was surprising. Jessica's newfound confidence and openness with her sexuality was a beautiful thing, though, and Carol wouldn't trade it for the world. She just wished she knew what had brought it on, so she could remember it for when she needed to loosen someone else up that was shortchanging themselves sexually. Life was too damned short, especially for the likes of them who risked it so often, to not savor every good thing it had to offer. They faced hell so often, they deserved their slice of heaven too.

Continuing to smile, she looked back at the man she'd taken to her side tonight, as he slowly and gently pulled his lubed fingers from her hot, well-prepared ass and replaced them with the head of his also well-lubed cock and, at her assent, slowly began to press deeply into her tightest, most intimate hole. She smiled more deeply as he considerately licked his fingers clean and then reached beneath her to stroke her slit and clit to help pleasure her as he pushed into her rear depths, seeking to give as good as he got as he had the whole time she'd been with him. He was proving to be a damned good lover in the ways that really counted, which meant actually caring about her pleasure and doing what it took to make it happen. Paying attention to her needs, and adjusting to meet them, rather than simply fucking her and expecting hr pleasure to come as a side effect, as so many adequately gifted but poor in attitude men were wont to do. As he filled her rear channel, pressing through the gripping ring of her anus and into the soft, pillowy tightness of her rectum, she smiled as she felt the intense sensation of fullness that suffused her being with sexual fulfillment. He was in her very gut itself, penetrating her insides in a way that was never naturally designed to happen but was in a way even more intimate and powerfully sexual than the natural way, as she was taking him into the very inner workings of her system. The mere thought of it was an intense turn-on, and the feeling of it better still. As he began slowly but strongly pumping his shaft in the bowels of her being, she moaned softly as the pleasure began to build within her, leading as it would to the explosion of ultimate pleasure to come.

For Hal Steven Jordan, it was like sinking into the bowels of heaven itself. As tight and perfect as anything he'd ever felt, intense beyond his ability to describe or compare. As he slowly but surely sank balls-deep within her, her tightly-gripping rear ring clenching the hilt of his shaft, it was an act of willpower not to blast within her rear depths then and there. But he held it together, and after a pause for both of them to adjust, he began his slow rhythm inside her that would bring them both to the heights of ecststatic release. He knew that with effort, he could delay his own climax to wait for hers, but no longer than that. It was just too damned good, and he didn't have enough experience with anal intercourse to be able to just take it for granted and ride with it easily. His first, and mostly all, anal experience had come with another Carol, his on and off again girlfriend Carol Ferris who had become Earth's Star Sapphire specifically to target him, Earth's Green Lantern. Even now, knowing that her purpose was to seduce him and weaken his commitment to the Corps, he still had a hard time telling her no. Especially when she wriggled that perfect ass at him and told him it could be his. Willpower or no, a man could only resist so much.

Speaking of resisting, he still had to resist the urge to come inside the perfect, clenching ass of the Carol he was buttfucking at the moment in order to last long enough for her to get her fair share and deserved climax out of it. So as he was thinking of the other Carol, and the Star Sapphires she belonged to, he used that to distract himself. The Sapphires stood at the center of the spectrum between the cool, logical and pragmatic Lantern Corps and their opposite, the Torch Dragoons. Whereas the Torch faction, headquartered on the hidden world of Qward, focused on power gained from tapping the basest, most fiery of emotions such as rage, hate, fear, greed, and gluttonous lust, the Sapphires in their purple passion stood for positive emotions such as love, affection, pleasure, and attachment that the elders of Oa distrusted. Like many Lanterns of the lower Green ranks, he tended to sympathize with them to some extent. In his off-duty hours, he'd be damned if he'd live like a monk, denying himself at all times in the name of some misguided quest for purity, but on the job he was all business. He'd learned as a fighter jockey and test pilot that in an emergency situation, the only thing that worked was to ignore emotions and keep a cool, logical head that could make rational decisions. Fear was truly the mind-killer, but so was rage. Either one could get you killed.

Of course, Sapphires were lovers and not fighters, and they preferred solving problems through seduction and manipulation, with force as a last resort. It wasn't a bad philosophy, and one that needed to be, but there came a time when it wasn't enough and action was required. That's where he and his fellow Lanterns came in.

For now though, coming in was the last thing he wanted to do, and he focused his trained willpower on preventing it before it's time.

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Jessica had proven very close to being right. The four of them had peaked very close to simultaneously, though it was Donna who screamed out to the gods and goddesses first, with Diana right behind her having clearly been holding back only long enough to let her sister go first. The arousing sights and sounds of the beautiful brunette Amazons in the throes of passion and pleasure was more a turn-on than Jessica could take, and as her orgasm gripped her she heard Thor roar out behind and beneath her and felt the jets of hot liquid fire up her ass. Clearly, he'd been holding back for her just as Diana had for Donna, and when she went off he let himself come inside her. For long, blissful moments they rode their peaks together, four voices moaning as one, until they finally came down and began to recover themselves from the senses-shattering pleasure that had claimed them.

It wasn't over yet, though. Beckoning Jessica to her, Diana smiled and laid her down on her back and bid Donna sit on her face, while she summoned Thor to take up position behind her. Soon, Diana was licking and tasting of Jessica's come-filled womanhood while she allowed the Thunder God to taste of her demigoddess nectar, and it wasn't long until all three women were screaming out in orgasm once more. Once that peak had settled, there was one more trick left in the bag of wonders that Diana had planned... she rose to position herself between Jessica's legs and line up the magic toy strapped to her with Jessica's slick center, and pushed in to the very hilt before looking back to Thor and indicating that he could take her as well. He frowned a moment though when she blocked him from her feminine cleft, thinking her teasing him, but then he understood when she instead spread her asscheeks for him and revealed her perfect little rosebud.

"I am sworn to Artemis never to let a man inside my womanhood... there are no such rules about taking it in the Greek fashion." she grinned at the double entendre, and Thor didn't need to be told twice. Lubing himself and her up and preparing her amazing ass with his fingers, he soon zeroed in on her rear entrance and slowly, pleasurably pushed into her perfect clenching bowels. Like Carol had been, she proved even tighter than Jessica, a side effect of her immense superhuman strength, and he was staggered at the intensity of the sensations that fucking her incredible anus was bringing him. Part of him was sad he would not experience her perfect pussy, but buttfucking her was more than enough of a consolation prize for anyone.

The combined, four-way fucking was incredible beyond belief for them all, and there was no doubt that once again they'd reach a powerful orgasmic peak as one. There was a limit to even godly stamina, however, and there was little doubt that this time would be the last for a while as they would need to take a break to recover, if not a full nap. Still, Thor smiled knowing that before he was done, the amazing Amazon would have her rectum and bowels coated in his thick godly semen, and the remainder that couldn't fit inside her would be dripping from her well-fucked anal sphincter. His mark would be left in her very inner belly, deep in the workings of her body. She, and all who gazed on her would know she was well and truly buttfucked.

And neither of them would have it any other way.

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Carol smiled as she watched Thor fill Diana's clenching, coming butt with his godly seed, and then suddenly moaned and gasped as her body spasmed in aftershocks from her most recent orgasm, which was enough to send her own buttfucking partner over the edge into an orgasm of his own. Her whole being felt suffused with satisfying warmth as she felt his hot fluid pump up into her bowels, flooding her bottom with liquid lust. When he was finished, he collapsed half atop her, and she helped him roll over with her onto their sides, his slowly softening and still dripping cock still buried to the hilt in her satisfied, well-fucked ass. At the same time, she watched the foursome that included her girlfriend curl up into a happy, exhausted pile and also saw Rick fire his final load into Angelica's willing, welcoming rear and they too collapse into post-orgasmic bliss.

They'd had their victory, then their celebration, and then their pleasure. Now it was time for well-deserved rest.

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From the highest point in the room, Jean Grey looked out at the sea of satisfied, resting and still entangled bodies drenched in the sweat and fluids of their sexual unions. She'd felt it all, and shared it with both the Ghost Rider and an unexpected guest in her mind. Kori, the Starfox, had used her Eternal ability to mind meld to join Jean in her sexual fusion with the room, adding her abilities to Jean's and sharing the pleasure with her as well as intensifying it. Their job now done, Jean withdrew her mental tendrils from all but Starfox's mind, leaving them connected as she softly stroked and petted the smaller girl as afterglow claimed them.

It had proven to be one hell of a night, and one hell of a fucking party.

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Epilogue
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Elsewhere, the metaphor of "one hell of a night" had proven much more literal. First, on the other side of the country from the celebration, in the basement of the museum the Sword of Omens had been taken from, with dark clouds and lightning flashes in the sky above, a chill filled the room as mist began to seep in from the cracks and crevices. Slowly it crept towards a table where the remains of the damaged artifact lay, and as it touched those remains, a sickly green glow began to form in the mist amid flashes of almost lightning-like bursts. That process reached it's climax as a blinding flash erupted, and when it faded the mist was gone and with it, the blood-red disk with it's ebon engraved and intertwined snake motif was gone as well leaving behind only the blackened chunks of ancient brick it had been pinned to by the now-missing Sword.
On the other side of the world, it was worse still. Above the Egyptian desert, day turned to night as blackened clouds scorched the sky, pierced through by heat lightning as red as blood. A howling wind as cold as the grave, chilling to the bone ravaged through the land, and millions of fearful faithful fell to their knees in desperate prayer as their blood ran cold with an unnamable and unspeakable dread. That sudden, horrible storm found it's apex at some unknown point deep in the ancient desert, and beneath the shifting sands where the dead of thousands of years past restlessly slept, eldritch light illuminated the dark of a temple grave untouched and unseen for years uncounted. The dust of death left undisturbed for millennia swirled in an ill, chill wind amid the blackened bricks carved with glyphs of magic most foul.
As the sickly light grew, torches sprung to life despite the impossibly stale air and were joined by the eerie glow of eyes set in statues of horrid, beastly gods of unmistakably evil countenance. At the center of the abominable glow, a stagnant pool set in blackened brick began to mist and bubble as it's foul mixture came to sickening unlife, and at the dias above the black cauldron pool, something stirred to move for the first time in an age uncounted.
The grind of brick on blackened brick echoed from the stone walls, settling finally with a boom like a thunderclap. A tomb once sealed for generations unnumbered and longer than the rise and fall of entire civilizations now lay open to the foul air, and within something sprung to new unlife. Within that unholy sarcophagus, a cloaked, shriveled and bandaged figure creaked into motion, and eyes as evil as those of the carved gods met their eldritch glow with a supernatural light of their own. A mouth filled with pointed, sharklike fangs worked soundlessly as it took it's first dusty breaths and the cloaked figure took it's first shambling steps to draw close to the pool and gaze into it's inky depths for long moments as it's consciousness slowly came to unlife.
That dread gaze soon fell on clawed hands, flexing cordlike muscles beneath skin like blue-black leather as joints unmoved in centuries cracked and popped like static shock in icy air. It's arms then outstretched as a chill wind blew the dust from it in swirls, the pool coming to a roiling boil as the gale grew to stormlike intensity. As it fell still, the figure looked up to match it's glowing eyes with those of it's foul gods, and gave voice for the first time in modern memory to a ghostly, spectral laugh that grew into a cacophony of maniacal glee. It paused in it's obscene celebration of returned unlife only long enough to growl out three words in a triumphant roar, an announcement to rock the living world to it's fragile foundations.
"BEWARE...
...I...
LIIIIVE...!"
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[Author's Note: I'm sorry this took so long, it's been a rough month for me but I didn't give up and I finally got it done. Hope it was worth the wait!]
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