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Things cooled off thanks to the interruption. They cleaned the living room up a bit and had their little sit down at Diana's insistence. But Lance found it difficult to focus.
"Pheromones?" Kory strode in from the kitchen, nursing a cup of… something. Lance didn't care to know what - his attention was on the woman's legs. He watched them as she moved closer, delighting in the faint ripples running through those full thighs.
"Incredibly potent pheromones." As the orange beauty sat down on the couch beside him, Lance's eyes flickered towards the other woman, admiring what she offered as well.
Diana was as beautiful as ever, her Amazonian battle dress showing off her magnificent legs, her famous golden bustier molding perfectly to her proud bosom. The stern, serious look on her face did next to nothing to diminish her radiance.
The true distraction, however, was still Kory. Their most recent coupling had been cut dreadfully short, leaving Lance wanting. He still felt the ghost of her warmth lingering upon his body, his lap, and his still-swollen cock. And that wasn't even touching on the scant scraps of clothing the Tamaranean had thrown on. A tiny half-shirt, maddeningly tight to her chest, betraying no sign of a bra. Lower was displayed miles of toned belly. Down, down, down stretched that gorgeous body, all the way down to the width of her hips and those little thong panties she'd put on. A triangle of dark fabric was all the modesty it granted, the strings set high on her waist and biting deliciously into the flesh.
Somehow, in this skimpy attire, Starfire looked even more naked. Lance didn't bother to hide how much it pleased him.
The two women were eyeing him now - him and the hardened cock stirring between his legs. But just as desire was written on their faces, so was restraint. These were superheroines, after all. They had the strongest of wills. Just as they craved Lance Thorne, they craved answers too.
Lance sat back against the couch, sighing.
"They're part of my godly nature, innate to my very being. I don't think HYDRA ever intended to splice them into my genes. I don't think they knew about the ability at all. Either way, I can't turn them off." He told them truthfully.
Kory took a sip of her drink, holding it close to her lips. If the revelation of his powers bothered her, she didn't show it. In fact, from what Lance could see, she was taking the news in stride.
"I see." She finally answered in a soft voice. She took another sip. Her bright green eyes shifted towards Diana, more curious than anything else.
Diana's gaze, however, had never once wavered from Lance.
"When I insisted we spend some time apart, I assumed you would isolate yourself. Not rope another woman into your… revels." She spoke with a firm voice… but as Lance listened, he never quite caught the edge of anger.
"She was being attacked." Lance defended. "I'm a superhero, I had to step in."
"Indeed. Though I do not fear the man, Deathstroke is a dangerous foe. I was happy to have Lance's assistance against him." As Kory offered her support, she inched ever so closer. Lance couldn't help but sneak a peek down, noting how the softness of her bottom and her thighs pressed so nicely into the couch cushions.
Across from them, Diana gave a little hum. The Amazon did not look entirely convinced.
"So all this just happened by accident then?" She gestured aimlessly at them with one hand. The other hand was set on her hip. One brow raised, crystal blue eyes sharp with focus.
Lance sat back and gave a shrug.
"A villain made an attempt on Kory's life. Together we made sure he failed. Afterwards, she insisted we celebrate. How could I refuse?"
Diana narrowed her eyes. When Lance remained stone-faced against her scrutiny, she turned her gaze onto Kory.
"So Starfire left you no choice?" She kept her tone measured.
The Tamaranean princess squirmed in her seat - not out of nervousness, but out of giddiness. Lance could see it at a glance, the pride shining bright on her face.
"I was very persuasive." Kory confessed - bragged, more like.
Diana looked from Kory to Lance, from Lance to Kory. Finally, her striking features softened. But only just so. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other - Lance enjoyed the movement, the way her dark hair shifted along her shoulders. The Amazon took in a slow, calm breath.
"Hmph. You don't seem alarmed over the pheromones." Diana pointed out.
Kory set down her mug, humming softly as she chewed on her lower lip.
"I admit…" She threw a glance Lance's way, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards. "He does smell nice. But what's so alarming about good company?"
"Nothing. Except for the chance that you and I might be more deeply affected than I once thought."
Lance's brow pinched into a line. Concern welled up in his gut.
"What do you mean?" He asked, leaning forward.
"It's been a week, Lance. No contact, just like we agreed." Diana looked away for a moment, hugging her arms to her belly. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "And I feel absolutely no change."
Those last words rang out like a cannon shot. Lance felt a lightness pouring through his veins, his flesh, his bones. Not quite a bad feeling - though he wasn't sure yet if it was a good one, either. He stared ahead at the Amazonian princess standing before him, reading her face and seeing complete, sincere honesty.
Lance's heart thumped and thumped as the implications of what Diana said finally settled in his mind.
"Oh."
"I apologize for not keeping up, but… could either of you explain?" Kory's voice rose beside Lance. When he looked over and saw those kind green eyes shining so innocently, his heart thumped harder.
He tried to answer, but with how soft her lips looked, the way her shirt fit so snugly to her breasts, and how juicy her thighs looked pressed together the way they were… Lance was yet again distracted.
Diana answered for him.
"It means I want to drag Lance to the floor and ride him raw until my body gives out." The Amazon announced, loud and clear and without a single note of shame. That caught some of Lance's attention - his eyes darted her way to see Diana was indeed eyeing him up like a piece of meat. "The same as when I first met him. It means, Kory, that his pheromones are incredibly strong. Far stronger than any of us could have known. For the effect to last so long without contact… it might even be permanent."
Wonder Woman was dead serious. And Lance was stunned - at her admittance, at his own power, at the fact that he never even considered the possibility. But above all, Lance was stunned at himself. Particularly at the sense of pride he felt growing in his heart. A touch juvenile, certainly - but he couldn't help it. There was a dark part of him, part of his very essence as a god, that was all too pleased knowing his influence over these powerful, gorgeous women was absolute.
If what Diana told him was true… then she, Kory, Jessica, even that HYDRA guard Angela… they were all bound to him now. Possibly forever.
"Oh." Lance sank back into his seat.
Diana rolled her eyes, nodding.
"'Oh' is right." She threw up her hands, starting to pace before them. As she swept her fingers through her mane of dark hair, she flicked her attention towards Kory again. "You still don't seem alarmed, Starfire."
Lance followed Diana's gaze and saw that Kory was indeed utterly unfazed. In fact, she looked downright delighted. The Tamaranean threw him a brilliant smile, her green eyes glowing bright with the same eagerness he'd seen the night before. From the glow of her lovely skin, she was positively brimming with it.
"Is it wrong that I'm not upset?" She asked, her focus jumping back and forth between Lance and Diana. "Lance is a hero like us. Strong. Brave. And a talented lover. Generous, too. If I'm now forever drawn to him… there are worse men to be bound to, are there not?"
Kory reached over and took his hand in hers - Lance's cock came alive all over again at the heat of her touch. He'd only just managed to control his hard-on before, but now? His tool was stirred visibly between his naked thighs - enough to catch Kory's eye. Diana's too.
"You don't seem too broken up about it either, Diana." Lance pointed out. The Amazon's attention remained fixed, however. Her eyes were laser focused on the growth of hardened flesh rising from his groin.
"I should be furious. As a woman. As an Amazon…"
"But…?" Lance smirked as that single word hung between them.
Silence stretched on. Then finally…
Wonder Woman breathed in. No doubt taking in another dose of pheromones. Hell, he had probably been letting off clouds of the stuff the whole damn while.
"But the only thing that upsets me now…" Diana started forward slowly, like a lioness prowling. "Is the thought that all this time… I could have been fucking you."
Diana craved him. Her hunger was stricken across her face, burning in her eyes. Lance could feel the woman's desire thickening in the air.
The Amazon moved upon him. So did the Tamaranean.
Soon Kory was at his flank, practically draping herself over him. The heat of her skin was most welcome and the smooth softness was exquisite. Both paled against the sensation of her lips brushing over his ear.
"No need to wait anymore. Lance is right here." The sound of her voice, that soft, needy hum, slithered forth - it went through his ear, burrowed down into his gut where it turned into fire. His cock twitched, jerking up - just in time for Diana to take him in hand.
Wonder Woman loomed over him, black locks hanging down as she bent forward. Orbs of blue fire set their focus on his body, his cock. Her fingers closed around the base, barely able to fully grip the shaft, and slowly, slowly began to pump.
Up and down, Diana drew those soft, slender, strong fingers over his length, squeezing him ever so faintly. Her grip was firm, her touch gentle. In no time, his fattened cock was weeping precum. Using her thumb, Diana smeared that first offering over his swollen head, making it gleam in the light.
Her other hand went to her bustier, tugging it down. Full, firm, ripe breasts spilled free. The shucking away of her garb and the working motion of her other arm sent her tits into splendid motion - soft flesh rippling, ample mounds swaying with delicious heft. Right there in front of his face. Lance's cock throbbed harder in Diana's hand.
Kory was attacking his neck with blistering passion, kisses and flicks of the tongue that set his skin ablaze. Somehow she'd gotten her little shirt off - maybe she'd torn it off - and her breasts were now pressing against his arm. Lance could feel her nipples poking, could feel how hard they were. With Diana, he could see it. The Amazon's breasts were inches from his face now, dark pink areola and tight little peaks begging for his mouth. Diana stole a kiss from him first. Her breath came hot against his face, a shaky huff as she broke away.
"We… we should head back to my place." Diana suggested, though there was little conviction in her voice. She never took her hand from his cock, either. "Jessica's had it worse… she'll be overjoyed to see you…"
Kory giggled into his ear, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He felt her lips sucking at his throat, playful bites following. He felt her hand slip down his front, joining Diana's between his spread legs. He groaned at their joined touch - two women pumping his cock now. More precum came dribbling out - the warm slick making their strokes easier and quicker and that much more delicious.
Lance bucked his hips into their hands, hissing.
"We'll go see her." His voice was low, rough. "But first… make up for lost time?"
He coiled one arm around Kory's waist, pulling her close. The Tamaranean let out a pleased little hum. His other arm curled around Diana's thighs, making the Amazons shuffle forth. Her silky black hair fell over his face, darkening his vision. He felt the warmth of her breasts against his face.
"You'd better." The Amazon growled.
She drew her hand away from his cock for a moment, shimmying her battle dress the rest of the way down her body. Fully nude now, that glorious figure of toned muscle and splendid curves. She planted herself in his lap, strands of black crossing her face. She swept them away, eyes bright and sharp and eager.
"I've always wanted to try an Amazon." Kory mused into his ear.
They both attacked, pinning him to the couch - almost causing the whole thing to topple over. Kisses at his neck, at his naked chest, at his arms, at his cheeks, at his lips. And when it wasn't kisses, it was warm skin, heated with passion. Smooth, so smooth and so soft, like silk over his face. Breasts begging for his hungry, sucking mouth. So he gave it. Gave all he had, devouring like a man starving. He feasted on those glorious tits. The music of their voices rising in pleasure made it all the sweeter.
With women and their succulent bodies, the Titan always craved more.
And naked and outnumbered the way he was, Lance Thorne never felt more at home.