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12. The Celebration
Lance slowly drew his hand over orange skin. It was so smooth, so soft under his palms, his fingertips. But what he marveled at above all else was the
heat.
A lovely peculiarity of the Tamaranean body. Much like Kryptonians, they drew their strength and power from the sun, the solar rays nourishing their health and vitality. Unlike Kryptonians, however, their bodies ran hotter than those of humans. Much hotter.
For Lance Thorne, it was a pleasant heat. A sign of exertion from his bedmate's...
strenuous
activities.
Starfire - Koriand'r - had more than lived up to her name. As expected from a Tamaranean. Lance's godly heritage afforded him deep knowledge of the cosmos - when he bothered to remember, that is. Perhaps that was partly why he had picked Kory out. Aside from the simple drive to help someone in need, maybe it was his deeper awareness of her species' affinity for sex.
But it didn't really matter why, did it? The Titan saved the day... and the exiled Princess of Tamaran was more than willing to reward her dashing hero.
With the villainous Deathstroke in the custody of Jump City police, Kory took Lance back to her apartment. True to her word, they honored their victory over evil with
celebrations
.
Loud, copious celebrations.
With energy and passion so far rivaled only by Wonder Woman, Kory enjoyed Lance's company. All through the night. It was long hours of the former Teen Titan testing her stamina against his. Over and over and over again.
By the time Kory had tired herself to sleep, Lance was sure she'd screamed her throat out. Even the lusty hybrid god had started to feel an inkling of strain. That was Tamaranean stamina for you.
Now it was morning. Through the apartment windows shone the first rays of the rising sun, casting Kory's naked form in a warm, honeyed glow.
Lance admired his bedmate's nudity, the suppleness of her skin. His hands drew over the curve of her back and his eyes followed, noting with appreciation the marriage of strength of sensuality showing upon that incredible body.
Lying on her belly as she was, Kory provided a mouthwatering sight. Full breasts pressed into the bed, trapped beneath her torso and thus spilling outward to the sides. Those rounded edges of pliant flesh stirred up primal hunger in Lance's gut. Above those tantalizing teats were the lines of Kory's naked back, trailing down from the taut muscle of her shoulders, down towards the pleasing width of her womanly hips... and the rising hills of her soft, succulent buttocks.
Quite simply, it was the sweetest, juiciest, most perfectly rounded ass Lance Thorne had ever seen. Even greater than Diana's.
The young hybrid god could not help himself. He raised one hand and brought it down.
Swatting
his palm over the nearest cheek. The sound of the slap rang through the morning air... and the ripples that ran through the soft flesh took Lance's breath away. Fuck, the way that ass
wobbled
...
Lance was a man driven by simple urges. He wanted to be free. He wanted to fight evil. And he wanted to
fuck.
In this world of villainous vixens and sensual superheroines, he really was spoiled for choice. Kory offered yet another delight for him to enjoy. And he was going to enjoy her in full.
He reached over and swatted his palm over the other cheek. And again, he was mesmerized by the quaking of the flesh. This time he could no longer contain his hunger.
Letting out a low growl, Lance crawled closer, looming over that sweet backside. It was like fresh meat sitting before a starving lion. He brought his face down, putting his lips in contact with soft, orange skin. He kissed at the small of Kory's back, right at the dimples above her ass. Then he moved on to the ass itself. Groaning deeply, he pressed his face into those lush mounds. A deep, appreciative smooch, right there on Kory's perfect ass. Then another one, planting his lips to the other cheek. His large hands came up, cupping her buttocks from both sides. He pressed both cheeks together, marveling at the warmth, the softness, the shaking, the wobbling, kissing them again and again. He teased at the softness with his teeth.
Kory let out a little squeak then. A pretty sound that had his cock throbbing harder than it already was. He smirked, resting his chin on the swell of the heroine's backside. She squirmed slightly beneath him, throwing a look over her shoulder.
What better way to wake up a lover?
Lance groaned again, softer than before. He planted another long smooch to Kory's splendid ass. And the woman herself let out a deep, shuddering sigh.
Finally, Lance drew away, falling onto his back beside her. Kory stirred on the bed, free of his looming weight. She turned, blinking her bright, green eyes at him.
"Mmm. A unique way of saying good morning." Kory turned onto her side, bringing her ample bosom into clear view. Her flat tummy as well. Lance drank in the sight: full, rounded tits hanging deliciously under their own heft - and just underneath, the proud lines of her fit, chiseled stomach.
Power and beauty entwined. Not unlike the body of an Amazon, Kory's offered up much to appreciate... and admire.
Lance grinned back at her as he propped himself up on his elbows. Shameless he was in his ogling, drawing his gaze over those swaths of smooth, orange skin. Just as he had done with his hands, his mouth.
"I couldn't help it." He defended. "A body like yours demands proper attention. Especially that ass."
Kory let out a snort and rolled onto her back - tragically hiding that wonderfully sculpted backside from view. But what came to replace it heated up Lance's blood just as well. The sight of her breasts jiggling ever so faintly from the slightest motion... the way those mounds rose and fell as she breathed... the way the muscles of her abdomen shifted just under the skin. And lower, between her thick, powerful thighs... smooth as velvet was her plush mons, hiding away what Lance knew was slick, silky pink.
A lesser man would have been drooling. Stupefied by such a grand display of feminine allure. Lance Thorne only endured the ache of a solid iron cock. His length twitched, pulsing as it surged with his blood. It was of a mind with him, yearning for the heat and soaking wetness of Kory's sweet pussy again.
"Why are men so captivated by my backside?" Kory wondered aloud, lips pressed into a pretty little pout. She let out a soft hum as she lazed on the bed, letting the rays of the morning sun nourish her body. She gave Lance a look, half-curious, half-teasing. "Is it a human fixation?"
"It's a male fixation." Lance reached out, sliding his hand over her tummy. Slowly brushing his fingertips, his palm over the swath of warm skin, until his hand found the curve of her hip. His fingers sank into soft flesh as he drew Kory close. "Some legends here on Earth tell of the full moon turning men into beasts. Savage creatures driven by insatiable hunger."
"And what does that have to do with me?" Kory's tone was innocent. Her eyes, less so.
Lance gave a wolfish grin.
"Your ass is a powerful sight."