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The next thing Kon knew, he was standing on solid ground in some sort of cocktail lounge, with a Bloody Mary in either hand.

“Yoohoo!” he heard someone call. “Over here!”

That voice… Tana?

He padded across the floor as if unable to trust his feet. Hadn’t he been on Mogo? Fighting Superboy-Prime? Flying through the remains of Krypton and Rao the red sun had done a number on him, but he felt great. No pain, all systems go.

Just to try it, Kon floated a few feet up into the air before coming back down before the table Tana was seated at. She wore tight pants and a snug jersey that said MBU across her bust. She was with a blonde who kinda resembled Kara, except with some meat on her bones. She was even wearing a Supergirl costume. It didn’t have the belly shirt, but Kon couldn’t say he minded. Not with the plunging neckline and the little hot-pants she had on instead of a skirt.

“Kon, this is Linda,” Tana introduced.

“Hi, Kon. Tana’s been telling me everything about you.” Linda was a tall, leggy blonde with a long, thick mane and the kind of figure that made men stop and stare in the street. Kon felt a flush of arousal, not just over her, but for how close she and Tana were sitting, their thighs nestled together, the pair happily rubbing against each other like two canoodling lovebirds.

“Thanks for bringing us our drinks,” Tana said. “I told her you were handy.”

“Your drinks? Oh, your drinks.” Kon set down the two glasses in front of them. “I didn’t know you drank.”

“I’ve had time to try it out up here.”

“She’s tried out a lot of things,” Linda purred, running her tongue along the rim of her glass before drinking it.

Kon glanced down Linda’s gaping blouse, then at Tana’s tautly stretched jersey. “Hey, silly question, but am I dead?”

“Do you feel dead?” Linda teased.

“Not on your life.” Kon watched them wiggle together, kissing each other on the cheeks, savoring the tell-tale aroma of two sweaty bodies under Tana’s uniquely Hawaiian perfume.

“You’re not exactly dead, but you are pretty dead,” Tana told him. “You’ll be going back pretty soon. That’s why you’re not getting the full orientation. Just a little layover.”

“And what a layover!” Linda winked.

“Linda used to be Supergirl. It’s complicated,” Tana stated. “But she really liked hearing about you.”

“I never got my own Superboy,” Linda pouted. “Just Superman and he was all about Lois, plus my cousin. It would’ve been so much fun if I had a boy my own age to save the world with. Especially if he wore jeans as tight as yours…”

“You should’ve seen him in spandex.”

“I must be dreaming,” Kon exclaimed. “Tana, I don’t remember you being so—”

“Slutty?” Tana asked.

Linda blushed.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to take you on a date and explain the secrets of the universe. But we don’t have time for that and there’s only so much we can talk about when you still have dual citizenship in the Land of the Living. We already had our goodbyes. We already know we’re going to miss each other. So let’s get down to brass tacks: show me what that Amazon hussy taught you.”

“Cassie?” Kon gasped. “You know about that?”

“Tana’s just been keeping an eye on you,” Linda consoled him. “Which isn’t easy to do, given how often your universe shifts around. And don’t worry, we like Cassie.”

“We’d love to meet her,” Tana confirmed. “Not for a long time, of course.”

There was a long pause. It was hard not to think about being dead; even harder not to think about coming back to life. Kon wondered what the world would be like when he got back. He knew he had saved it—saved the whole universe, hashtag nbd—but what would it be like?

He’d already been through so many changes in his short life: what if he got back and the Teen Titans were now the Justice League? What if Lex had hair? What if Cassie now wore a little Wonder Woman bikini?

“Let’s see your cock,” Linda blurted out, interrupting his musing.

“Yes. I can’t believe I’ve gone a lifetime without him showing it to me.”

Kon laughed, unzipped his jeans, and hauled out his prick. He had ten hard, thick inches and the boys at Cadmus hadn’t circumcised him.

“Gosh, talk about meat!” Linda gurgled, unwinding her blouse.

“Well, of course he has a big one,” Tana lilted to her. “It’s Heaven. Deaf men can hear, blind men see…”

“Hey! This is exactly how much meat as I had on Earth!”

“We’ll ask Maxima,” Tana said dubiously.

“She died? She died and came here?”

“Tana, stop teasing him,” Linda chided.

“Alright.” Tana drew the snug jersey over her long black hair, pushing out her fine, firm breasts. “Come here, Kon. I promise I won’t tease you.”

Kon grinned and moved towards them. Tana took his prick in her hand and pushed it against her brown-nippled breast. Her face pinkened; she leaned forward to hold his manhood between her tits and pressed them inward around it. Linda watched, eyes shining with interest.

“Oohh, I can’t believe how much I’m feeling!” Tana breathed, her covered thighs opening wide. Her head went down and she kissed him on the tip of his cock.

“Sorry, but you don’t have the tits for that,” Linda told her. “Let me try.”

“Uh-uh,” Tana retorted, parting her lips to take Kon’s glans into her mouth.

“Don’t fight, ladies. They might kick you out,” Kon chuckled.

His erection seethed, Tana trembling as it got even bigger in her mouth. But he drew it away from Tana, as good as her sucking lips felt, and offered it to Linda. She quickly mouthed him, sliding her lips tightly down the length of his shaft.

Kon reached down and cuddled Tana’s nicely set breasts. Smaller than Linda’s they might have been, but there was more than enough for his eager hands. Her nipples stiffened, her face contorted into a look of immense enjoyment. She was happy to be receiving Kon’s caresses while Linda fed herself more and more of his cock. Her moan of delight brought a sharp grin to Kon’s face, but he’d already had plenty of blowjobs in his life. He needed some real action.

Linda whined in disappointment when Kon took his prick away. As he stripped his shirt off and lowered his jeans, she felt like an entire ocean was leaking from her pussy.

Linda shot up, dropping her hot pants and peeling down her pantyhose. Tana stripped just as fast. Kon eyed them like a cat seeing a pair of mice. He licked his lips.

“First, why don’t you put on a little show?” Kon said, his tanned, well-muscled body acting like a magnet, drawing lustful gazes from both of them.

“Anything!” Linda giggled, swaying a little.

“I want to see just what you two were doing while you were waiting for me to get here.” Kon grinned. “I think that’d make for one hell of a show.”

“Oh, it will,” Tana promised him. “Come on, Linds…”

They walked the short distance to the bed… it seemed right next to the table they’d been seated at… and fell into each other’s arms, pressing their pussies snugly together, their nipples joining deliciously.

“As you can see, we don’t miss cock,” Tana breathed.

“Not yet, anyway,” Linda said. “Wanna see our favorite strap-ons?”

“Kon-El? Hey, Connor Kent, you’re in here, right?”

The new arrival was a tall but spindly girl. Her hair was solidly black, falling about her bare shoulders in practiced disarray, contrasting drastically with her pale white skin. She was slim-waisted with voluptuous hips and a matching set of breasts, swinging unconfined inside her loose, sleeveless blouse. Her pants were black leather running down from a silver-buckled belt. Even her eyes were black, as if to match the dark kohl that surrounded them. About the only color on her was the golden ankh that hung around her neck.

“Well!” she breathed as she approached the scene, her dark eyes scanning from one naked body to the next. “What an affirmation of life. I just about feel slighted. You’re Kon, right? I made a mental note. Both your dads have given me no end of trouble—back and forth and back and forth—so this we’re going to do good and proper. Your best friend’s cloning you, your girlfriend’s in a cult resurrecting you, I don’t care how it all tumbles out, I need you back.”

“Oh, c’mon, this was meant to be!” Kon protested. “This is Tana Moon, the love of my life! And Supergirl… she’s Supergirl! I’m Superboy! It’s destiny.”

“Do not get me started on destiny,” she told him. “Don’t you want to be alive?”

“Yeah, but… can’t I have a few more minutes? An hour, tops?”

“No way. My brother would never let me hear the end of it. I’m always on him for doing exactly this kind of shit…”

“Sounds like you’ve overdue to sow a few wild oats,” Kon grinned. “Why don’t you pull up a bed and join us?”

“Kon!” Tana and Linda cried together.

“Girls, please, I’m not planning on dying again for a long time!” Kon adopted a self-sacrificing tone. “If this is the only way we can have some time together…”

The gothic woman made a sharp exhale. “You know I’m Death, right? The Grim Reaper. The last word. The one who sweeps up after the universe has a going-out-of-business sale.”

“Yeah? What am I supposed to be worried about? Your sting?”

Death giggled. “Aren’t two women enough for you, you wild thing?”

“Hey, look at me. I can handle more, if you’ve got a sister.”

Death thought about it before shaking her head. “You two wouldn’t get along. Whenever you meet one of her projects, you send them to Arkham. She finds it very frustrating.”

“Anyway, you’ll even things out. Two of you can enjoy each other while I enjoy the third.”

Death bit her lip, seemingly undecided. “Do you have any idea of the cosmic repercussions of a psychopomp and a mortal experiencing love?” Then she laughed. “Oh, what the hell! It’s not like they’re going to replace me.”