Thorne's Lance - 12. The Celebration (Patreon)

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.”

That earned him a giggle. Kory was snorting, cackling as he nuzzled into her neck. His joke hadn’t been that funny. Perhaps she was just ticklish.

“A powerful sight?” She repeated, breathless now. A moan rose in her throat as he kissed and suckled at her neck, as his hand delved between her thighs. Just as Lance suspected, she was warm and dripping.

“Powerful. Beautiful. Inspiring.” Lance answered in a rough, husky voice. His fingers dipped into that Tamaranean honey, sinking his pointer down to the knuckle. So tight even around a single digit. His cock lurched, desperate to be wrapped up in Kory again. “A pretty face might make a man act brave. But a perfect ass can drive a man mad. Same as a glorious pair of tits… and a tight, hot pussy.”

His finger probed and stroked, moving fast as Kory’s moans grew louder. Lance dipped down from her throat, bringing his mouth to those ample, orange breasts. Lance felt a deep, primal satisfaction as he tasted Kory’s tits, dragging his tongue over her hardened nipple. Her moans turned to whimpers, growing needy, shaky in her throat as he played rough with her body.

“After all that celebrating… you still want more…” Kory’s voice carried a faint touch of astonishment. One that had his prick swelling, aching between his legs.

“I could never be satisfied with just one night with you, princess.” Lance huffed before taking her nipple between his teeth. Kory gasped, gripping him by the hair. But she did not yank him away. He felt her cunt tighten around his finger, her core burning even hotter now.

“X’Hal…” Her eyes glowed bright, alight with need. “I crave more as well… more than your fingers.”

Lance leapt upon the invitation, moving his body over hers. He drew his finger from her sodden cunt and  used his knees to nudge her thighs apart. Pretty pink, glistening wet for him. A beautiful sight. His cock ached, rock solid and colored an angry red as it slid against those slick folds.

Kory bit her lip, looking up at him with emerald doe eyes. 

Lance held his cock steady, breathing deep. Then he stabbed down and deep… and the Princess Koriand’r let out an exquisite scream.

-  -  -

Happy, half-delirious cries cracked through the early morning calm. Kory’s body was alive with heat, every inch of skin tingling. Like she was under a shower of red hot embers. Even sweeter was the ache pulsing through her insides, blossoming from her core like a solar flare.

She was on her back, moans ripping through her throat as Lance Thorne filled her sex with that monstrous, veiny cock of his. Steady he went, punching inches and inches of fattened meat into her womanhood, spreading her sodden folds apart. Filling her, stretching her, reshaping her body to his presence. Each stroke was bliss, stabbing straight to her molten core and making her eyes flutter from the rush of sensation.

A whole night of enjoyment and she had still yet to get used to his size. Such was the enormity of the Titan. It hurt to take him so deep. Kory felt like she was going to come apart any second now.

Koriand’r was undaunted. Gifted men were her favorite sort. And it had been far, far too long since she’d enjoyed a bedmate of Lance’s caliber. Nothing would stop her from getting her full.

The bed rocked in time with the young hero’s hard thrusting - yet Kory yearned for more. She wanted it harder. Faster. Her body burned, demanding satisfaction.

“Go… all the way down…” She urged him breathlessly, peering up at her lover through lidded eyes. “I want… every inch… as deep as you can go! X’Hal!” 

That last cry wavered in her throat as she bucked against him. Above her, Lance let out a sharp grunt. She felt his cock throb inside her, a delicious feeling. His strong hands held onto her hips, keeping her in place as he ground his hips into her. Short, jerking thrusts that had Kory whimpering. The way his cock stroked through the tightness of her cunt sent her mind and body into a frenzy.

“So greedy.” Lance huffed. Kory could feel his hot breath on her lips. His own lips followed, peppering quick kisses to her mouth and chin and throat.

Kory let out another whine, her face twisting with mock dismay.

“You wouldn’t deny a pleading woman would you?”

Her vision came into focus just in time to see Lance’s handsome, smirking face. There was a wickedness in his silver eyes.

“That depends.” He told her. “Ask nicely.”

The way he spoke so flippantly had Kory vexed. But it was the way he slowed his thrusts that truly stoked her temper. Kory narrowed her eyes at the man, hitting him with a smoldering look just as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her ankles crossed, locked at the small of his back - keeping him buried in her cunt.

“I thought the Titan was a hero.” She replied hotly. Her gaze locked with his. “Making a princess beg for his cock… so barbaric.”

Her tone was one of outrage… yet her body played another tune, just as hot and needy for his touch as the night before.

“I just want to hear you talk sweet to me.” Lance’s voice was rough, husky. He kissed at her throat again, grazing his teeth over the skin.

He drew his hips back - as far as Kory’s legs allowed - and pitched them down hard. His body snapped against hers, burying the entirety of his cock so deep in Kory’s cunt that it knocked the air from her lungs. She didn’t scream. Tension struck her body, making her go still. Then the quivering followed as her nerves came alight. An ache of pleasure that rocked right down to her bones.

Kory clung to Lance as his thrusts resumed with intensity. Her nails dug into the muscle of his arms, his shoulders. So firm. So hard. A long, trembling moan erupted from her throat.

“Yeah, just like that. Let me hear that voice.” Lance growled. His hips worked like a machine, punching his swollen length like a piston. Each strike was like a hammer on red hot metal, spreading embers through Kory’s body. 

“More.” Kory begged pitifully, gleefully. The pleasure was maddening. All that mattered was the ecstasy flowing through her veins. “Please give me more… I want your cock! I want it deep! Please!”

Lance Thorne worked his body faster. The thrusts came faster, the stabs came harder. His cock was a spear, skewering her. Over and over and over. Each strike had her moans rising higher, louder.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her hero chuckled, trailing kisses from her neck down to her breasts. He filled his mouth with her tits again, lashing his tongue over her nipples. One then the other. 

The teasing had become too much. Kory had enough of the delicious torture. She craved the true ecstasy.

“Lance Thorne…” She hissed with much warning. Her nails raked over his back, digging into the solid flesh. “If you don’t make me cum…”

Her passion was threatening to burn white hot. No doubt her eyes were glowing green. To say nothing of the heat of her skin or the molten nexus between her legs.

Lance punched his hips down, sinking his cock all the way to the root, until his balls slapped against her ass. Kory’s cunt took him in, swallowing up the fattened length. The way he filled her, stretched her apart… it was beyond perfection.

He gave her no time to recover. As wicked bliss rushed through her veins, her nerves… as shrieks ripped through her throat… Lance kept fucking her, hard and fast. Just as she begged. Every deep stab had her squealing, spitting curses in Tamaranean tongue.

“Yes! Fuck me! Take me!”

“Hottest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.” Lance snarled into the crook of her neck. The bed shook and groaned beneath them, the frame thumping steadily against the bedroom wall. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight.”

The praise only fed into Kory’s desire. She wanted him to have all of her. And she wanted to feel all of him.

“Keep going!” Kory cried out feverishly. “Faster! Harder! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

It had been too long. Far too long.

In fact… Kory couldn’t remember the last time sex felt this good.