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The Despero Intersection	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 14485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Just relax and enjoy it, honey." Fire carefully lifted the soft penis, placing her slightly opened mouth on its side, letting her lips brush along its length as she moved slowly from tip to base and back again, exhaling softly as she did so, letting her breath caress the member as much as her lips. She moved back slightly and placed the member so its glans touched her red, pouting lips, and proceeded to guide it over the contours of her mouth, as if using a lipstick, finishing the caress with a gentle touch of her tongue. She then slid her tongue along the shaft's underside, from the tip, to its fully hairless base, coating the hand span of soft flesh with her saliva. As she ran her tongue along the rim of the glans, delighting in its perfect smoothness, she also noticed that his circumcision was truly unnoticeable. It was as if the foreskin had never existed at all. She was pleasantly surprised by the cleanliness of Mister Miracle's penis. It lacked the slightest trace of those disagreeable smells or tastes of even her most hygiene-conscious lovers, yet she didn't feel the faint residues of soap and water of the recently washed. Even the hairless scrotum tasted impeccably, she noticed. And there were no evidences of shaving, either. Thinking back with disgust at the filthy things some morons had expected her to take in her mouth, she could not help but relish such a perfectly kept penis. Knowing men, it was indeed a miracle. She teased it for a while longer, caressing shaft and head with lips, tongue and hands, before finally opening her mouth to take it inside. She moved down on it, letting its length run over her tongue, while her descending lips enclosed its diameter, and then began to slide back and forth, gently applying suction on it. *Let's see that pampered Amazon beat me at this,* Fire thought, as she worked her considerable skills on Mister Miracle. Yet he still remained soft. Fire frowned. She had seen this before. Married men often let their guilt get it the way. "Don't worry, dear. It's ok. Just leave it to me." It meant she had to work a bit harder, she thought, and continued her ministrations with passion, seeking to provide him with as much pleasure as possible. Long minutes later, Mister Miracle's cock, saliva dripping from its whole reddened length, slid out of Fire's tired lips. Still soft. "Damn it! What is the matter with you?" she protested, seething with frustration. Her tongue felt leaden, her knees hurt from kneeling on the bare floor of the linen closet, and still this sorry piece of dead cock failed to react. "Do you know how many men would dream of having me blow them?" "No. How many?" "Lots! LOTS! Look at me! I'm HOT!" Fire raged, stiffly getting up. "Are you fucking impotent or what? No wonder Barda looks pissed all the time!" "Impotent? No. I am fully functional." "Yeah? Then get that cock hard, dammit!" "As you wish." Fire's eyes opened wide. "Wow. That's better. That's a LOT better!" ************************************** "Jeez... What did you cook? A mastodon?" Oberon asked in disbelief. When Kilowog decided to cook, the leftovers could feed the rest of them for a week. But this seemed to hint that he may have been dieting previously. "I didn't even know we had pots this big." "It's for her, you know," Kilowog answered. "She really needs to put some weight on." ******************************************* Princess Diana was nude, as she often was when alone, down on the carpeted floor, legs spread out casually in a 180 degrees stretch, her torso bent forward at the waist, back arched, as she leaned on her elbows, reading with interest the copy of Tsu Tzun's ART OF WAR open on the floor before her. She wondered if Maxwell Lord could help her get a copy in the original Mandarin language. As she heard the knocking on the door, she rose up in one single, fluid motion. With thoughtless grace, she took from a chair a white T-shirt and denim shorts, and slid them on, before striding to the door. "Oh, hello, Oberon." "Uh, he-hello, Princess," Oberon stammered, looking up, hands discreetly on his lap. *Oh, boy. She's not wearing a bra.* "Diana," she reminded him, with a smile. "Diana, yes. Dinner'll be ready inna short while," he said, trying to find something to look at on his shoes without seeming rude. "I, uh, everyone, was wondering if you'd join us." ************************************** "Damn. She's not wearing a bra," Beetle whispered, immediately zooming in on the image on the corridor's monitor screen. "She clearly doesn't need a bra," Booster added, awed. "Those are the air conditioning controls. Yeah, those. See if you can make it colder in there.* ************************************** "Oh, yes. Thank you. I'll be glad to," Diana answered. "Just let me get dressed less casually." ************************************** "NO! NO! NO!" "YOU'RE FINE LIKE THAT!" "YOU BET SHE'S FINE!" "OH, CRAP! DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR!" "Damn..." breathed out Beetle. "Damn..." agreed Booster. "We need to get cameras on that room." "Shit, man! She must be changing right now. She may even be about to shower!" "Hum..." "Hum what?" "I still have the mini-cam they took off Fire's shower." "So, what are you thinking about?" "You remember Porky's, and all those sexploitation flicks?" "I know my classics. So?" ************************************** Oberon walked down the corridor, wiping sweat off his wide forehead. *Somebody really has to tell that girl that she needs looser clothing. MUCH looser clothing.* He stopped, startled, as he heard a loud noise somewhere to his right. *The linen closet?* He tried to open the door but it was locked. He frowned, and scratched behind his left ear. He did not remember locking it. With a shrug, he went on. Surely no self-respecting supervillain would hide in the linen closet. *Hopefully it ain't that damned cat, making a mess again.* ************************************** Fire tried hard to catch her breath, holding on with effort to the shelves, rumpled sheets and towels scattered all around her, drenched with her sweat. Her legs felt about to cramp. "Oh-My-God," she gasped in Portuguese, looking down in disbelief. "You're still hard?" "Yes. Shouldn't I?" "No-no! I'm not complaining! Just let me get my second wind... ! Is everyone on New Genesis like this?" ************************************** "Beetle, do you copy me?" "Shut the fuck up!" whispered Beetle. "The volume control's busted. You almost took my ear off." "Position?" "What do you think this is? Mission Impossible? I'm now over the drop ceiling. The bathroom is right below." "Is she in?" "Nope. Empty," Beetle replied on his mask-mounted mike, trying to hold on to the utility piping while removing a mini-drill from his tool belt. "I'm drilling through the ceiling. Ok. Placing the camera. Check the range." "Ok. I have a clear view. Good work. Now get outta there." "Going. Ouch!" "What?" "Hit my head. Damn, why did I have to this instead of you?" "I can't even program the VCR, remember? Besides, don't Beetles crawl through cracks and things?" "I'll crawl up your crack if you don't pipe down. OWWW! Shit! Hit an elbow." "What about proportionate Beetle strength and agility?" "It's just a costume, you moron. You're thinking about the Spider guy in the comics." "Oh, yeah. The one with a supermodel wife he leaves alone at night." "AH! Sucker!" both said at once. ************************************** "Diana, could we talk for a minute?" said J'onn J'onzz, catching up with Wonder Woman near the stairs. "In private?" "Sure," answered Diana, raising an eyebrow. "Is there any problem?" J'onn glanced at her. She had her long hair in a simple ponytail, and was wearing plain sandals, denim jeans that fit loose around her waist yet were tight around her muscular thighs and buttocks, and a flowing white loose blouse to accommodate her full bust and wide back. *She is not wearing a brassiere.* "Um, not yet.. not really. There's just something I'd like to discuss, a somewhat personal matter..." "Oh, alright. Should we go back to my room?" J'onn blinked twice. "Uh, the meeting room will do better, I think." ************************************** "It's too late. She must have gone in before you got it set," Booster said. "Search the corridors instead." "Wait! Door's opening!" The screen showed a figure walk in, wearing only a thong-like bottom, and sporting a reddish bowl-haircut. "THAT'S GARDNER, YOU IDIOT! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU GOT THE WRONG BATH! "Oh, shit." "YOU SUCK!" "OH, YEAH? YOU GET UP THERE NEXT TIME!" "YOU BET I'LL...! - Wait, what's Guy doing?" "Let me zoom in," Beetle said, grumbling. "He's... Oh, man." "That's pathetic..." "Lousy technique, too." "Is that BIG JUGS magazine?" "Why, I didn't figure you for a connoisseur." "Turn that off, man. It sickens me." "I dunno, it's got car wreck appeal. What's that he's doing now-? OH, MAN! LOOK AT THAT!" "AGH, GROSS!" "THAT'S SICK!" "I think I'm gonna barf..." "Man, I thought nothing Gardner did could ever surprise me, but..." "You are recording this, right?" "You bet." ************************************** "So your metahuman powers are mystically based?" "The gods of Olympus blessed me at birth," Diana explained. "Demeter, Hestia, Aphrodite, Artemis, Palas Athena, and Hermes gave me gifts of power: strength, speed, flight, endurance, to be used upon need." "You need to call on these 'gifts', then?" "I will them into action, yes. Some, like resistance to injury, I have learned to summon automatically." "These are all physical manifestations," J'onn said, thoughtfully. "But my understanding is that the entities of the Greek Pantheon also represented other qualities." "Yes, of course. So?" "Have you noticed that men behave oddly around you, Diana?" Diana frowned. "Most of men's behavior seems odd to me, J'onn. Stupid and self-destructive. That is why I'm here in Patriarch's World, after all." "Yes, but... Well, I meant..." J'onn began, seeking the right words. "Have you noticed that men react very strongly to you - physically...?" "Oh! Sexually, you mean?" J'onn felt his face turn warm. "Um, yes." "Of course I notice it," Diana replied, smiling. "I found it baffling at first, even embarrassing. But I'm getting used to it. Why?" "Don't you find it strange?" "Mother warned me that Men had only one thing in mind," she shrugged. "For such a simplistic generalization, it was quite accurate. It's rather humorous, really." "But you realize that not all women produce such an effect?" "Isn't that normal, too? Being somewhat more attractive than the average person is what makes most celebrities popular, no?" Diana said. "I'm told that my appearance falls within those parameters currently deemed aesthetically pleasing, so I assume that also may make me sexually desirable, no?" "Uh, yes... It does." "So? Is that wrong?" "No, but..." "Should people be ashamed of gifts they were born with? Should geniuses hide their intelligence? Are you ashamed of your powers, J'onn?" "No." "So people like how I look? It doesn't bother me. It's hardly relevant to my goals, so it's just a frivolous concern, isn't it?" "I suppose.." "I appreciate physical beauty myself, but it is hardly essential. There are many attributes of much greater importance, even regarding sexuality." "Well..." "Appearance is really very overestimated in this image-fixated culture. I mean, why would the size of my breasts ensure that I was a better sexual partner?" "Uh, good question..." mumbled J'onn. "Penis size is much more directly related to actual sexual intercourse, and while I do find such a quality arousing, neither is it a certain guarantee of good sex." "Ah.. eh..." J'onn began, floundering for words. "I suspect that many of man's problems stem from such absurd valorizations. Frustrated desires follow misguided priorities. It all may produce the increased territorial behavior and irrationality that leads to most violence. Don't you find it so?" "Ah... Well," J'onn said. "I had never thought you would be so outspoken on these matters, Diana." "J'onn, you have an outsider's view, as I do. Surely you too can see the narrowmindness of most of the cultural mores of Man's World." "Yes, but..." "You do have a very attractive body yourself. Big, powerfully built, with beautiful symmetry. And you have many other attributes equally attractive, like nobility, intelligence..." Diana said, casually, while J'onn felt the room suddenly become very, very hot. "I, or any other woman, can easily desire you sexually. Has this ever bothered you?" J'onn was speechless for an instant, before mumbling: "No, but..." "It doesn't bother me, either," Diana concluded with a smile. "Ahem... There's precisely where I wanted to arrive... Ah, not at that you may..." he added hastily. "I mean, I can see that you are have many, ah, physical assets any human would appreciate, as well as admirable spiritual qualities, but as a Martian I have no physical interest in Earth females, yet..." "You don't?" Diana asked, frowning. "Curious. You seem so human-like anatomically. Does Martian sex also involve penetration and internal fertilization?" "Yes... It is a similar act, mostly." "And is sex also practiced among your kind for pleasure as well as for reproduction?" "Yes, but Diana, this is digressing..." "I understand that being from another planet, you are biologically a different species, so you could not miscegenate with Earth women, but you do look so much more compatible than Earthly creatures with whom interspecies sex is physically possible, procreation aside." *That certainly falls into the 'way too much information' header,* J'onn thought nervously. "You have never felt any sexual interest in your League teammates?" "What?" "Ice has a very fetching, delicate beauty, and Fire has an earthly, primal sexuality that is hard to ignore. I think both are very attractive. You have never wondered...?" "Never!" said J'onn, shocked, both by her question, and by the surprising realization that the idea of Diana with another woman seemed strangely appealing. "Are we biologically repulsive to you?" "I didn't mean that!" J'onn said. "I'm just not interested in women." "Oh, so you prefer men?" "No, it is the same thing," J'onn sighed. He was getting a sizable headache. "What I mean is that I shouldn't feel any attraction towards any Earthling at all, yet I do. Now." "Now? Oh," Diana said, raising an eyebrow as she looked slightly down. "Oh. I see." J'onn crossed his legs, self-consciously placing his hands on his lap. "Yes, and it worries me." "Why? Is it a bad thing?" Diana asked, smiling like it certainly failed to look like a bad thing to her. "It means that there is some kind of influence affecting my mind." "But isn't that how it all normally works, no?" "It shouldn't work on me. Or on Kilowog." "Kilowog? The big, big one? Him, too?" "Yes." Diana arched her eyebrows. "Oh. Interesting." "You mentioned that among those who endowed you with paranormal powers, was Aphrodite, no? The Greek goddess of love and beauty?" "Yes. Are you thinking-?" "That you may have received from this entity um, more extensive gifts that just apparent physical beauty." J'onn explained. "There may be some kind of paranormal coercive field that affects all living beings around you, perhaps through passive, traceless mental suggestion, since pheromones would be less effective on non-humans." "Well, that could explain some things," Diana said, thoughtfully, before smiling at some inner recollection. "So, why is this a problem?" "Excuse me?" "Why does this trouble you? "It doesn't bother you?" "Among my tasks in Man's World, is helping to promote love among man. My powers are for better achieving my tasks," Diana said, standing up. "If Aphrodite found convenient to give such a harmless gift, why should I question it?" "Harmless?" J'onn asked standing up. He thought better of it, and sat down back again. "Diana, surely you cannot feel at ease knowing that. Temptation can be truly disturbing to those around you." "I understand, J'onn. But you need not worry," said Diana, walking towards the door. "I will not stay with the League longer than needed. My work is my priority." "Diana, that is not what I tried to-" "But you know what the poet and playwright Wilde said regarding temptation, no?" she asked at the door, with a smile. "What?" "That to banish it, it must be indulged." And then the sprinklers turned on again. ************************************** "OH, GREAT! So now we're out of sheets, too!" Oberon said, soaking wet.
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