Pulling the timid pizza delivery boy towards her, Hippolyta smirked when he landed face first into her bare breasts, enjoying his muffled attempts to breath and free himself while she kept him in place simply by wrapping a single arm around him. “Hmm? What’s that? You’ll have to speak up if you want to be heard.” Still giggling she finally moved the young man back to see him gasp for air, just before bending down to pry open his fly and shove him to the floor. “Oh relax, you should be honored to be bedded by the queen of amazons!” Crawling over his prone body, Hippolyta straddled his waist and intentionally pressed her breasts at his chin. All of this was to sate the raging need in her nethers but she couldn’t help but feel dominant over the small male specimen, toying with the young man when she gently gripped his wrists and forced his hands at her rear while she freed his erection. “Believe me child, I need this FAR more than you do.”
Finally sinking down on his shaft it didn’t matter to the oversexed queen that he was fairly large or even that he fired off the instant he entered her. Her world went blank and she howled out in bliss. “BY HERA YES!” Grinding her wide hips against his, Hippolyta descended into raging nymphomania. Arching her back she tossed her long black curls and kneaded her massive breasts, pinning her young lover to the floor with one hand while combing her fingers through her mane of hair.
It wasn’t long until she felt her two daughters saddle up at either side of her, nuzzling against her shoulders and neck and massaging down her arms. A flushed look in their eyes while they too were overcome with lust. “Quit hogging him, he already came, let us have a turn.” Husked Donna, licking her mother’s shoulder and nuzzling her like a cat. “Yes mother, you’ve had your fun.” Nipping her way up her mother’s neck Diana gasped when she was pulled in for a passionate kiss, both queen and princess exploring each other’s mouths before Hippolyta slowly pulled away. “So be it daughter, your turn…” Pulling herself free, the queen traded places with her Wonder Woman, all the while pecking each other’s lips when Diana sunk down on the delivery boy’s shaft and nearly moaned like a tiger from the stimulation. Unlike her mother, Diana was a bit gentler, but only a bit. Tossing her hair and bucking her hips, the amazon princess wailed and moaned before Donna crashed her lips against hers, their mother slowly kissing her way down to Diana’s breast before biting down gently on her erect nipple.
With an explosive orgasm Diana felt her prey fire off again and again inside of her, making her vision go white and her strength fail her, until her mother and sister gently lifted her up. Regaining her strength, she pulled away to let Donna have her turn. When the dark haired beauty sunk down she too howled out in lust, gripping the poor man’s shirt so tight she tore it open, sending buttons everywhere.
“My… My uniform…” Panted the exhausted delivery boy, clearly tired yet unable to stop thanks to the sight of three alabaster skinned goddesses making out on top of him while the one in the middle rode him like a bull.
“Oh hush, the nights not finished yet…”
*
Sitting together at a table the combined groups of the Avengers and Justice League met around the now cramped table of the Avengers mansion meeting room. Some of the female members were missing which led to some odd questions and whispers before Tony Stark pipped up and got everyone’s attention.
“OK all, looks like we’ve got something of a problem.”
“How big of a problem? Like someone broke the toilets problem or Galactus is coming to Earth problem?” Asked the Flash, forced to stand behind Thor’s chair and peer over his oversized shoulders.
“Well… Cyborg?” Getting the man’s attention at the table, Stark continued. “Do you remember apprehending Nitro at the museum last night?”
“Yeah, the idiot blew up a display there before I apprehended him… Why?”
Tugging at the collar of his shirt Tony typed in the security footage of the museum and showed recordings of when the display was still intact. For a while the group of heroes didn’t know what Stark was getting at until they noticed something odd. One recording showed a teenage couple pass the collection of idols when the shy woman the man was dating suddenly dragged him towards the broom closet, fast forwarding almost an hour later the pair came out with the man walking stilted and shaky. Other videos showed the same thing, where every woman who passed by the idols suddenly grabbed the first man they could and dragged them off to somewhere private… Usually that very same broom closet.
“Wow, the janitor there must be furious.” Commented Captain America, shaking his head.
“Don’t be too sure…” Pointing back at the footage the heroes spotted said janitor mopping the floors when a pair of college girls passing by the idols dropped what they were doing and collided with the old man like one of those AXE commercials and pulling him towards the broom closet.
“Each of those idols represented some tribal fertility goddess from all parts of the world, on their own they offered bountiful crops and healthy children, TOGETHER IN ONE SPOT they put Spanish fly to shame!”
“So… The problem is?” Wondered a few at the table when Doctor Strange stood up. “Behold that which is unseen.” Waving his hands, he set to the footage of Nitro’s apprehension and the destruction of the idols. When the clay statues broke, they unleashed balls of intense light that shot up like angry bees before scattering in every direction. “The Spirits are free, and now seek new vessels to contain their power.
“Vessels like Natasha over here… Hey where is Black Widow?” Wondered Stark, waving over to an empty seat at the table.
Looking around Superman scratched his head in confusion. “Say… Where’s Green Lantern while we’re at it?”
*
On the other side of the mansion locked in a broom closet Natasha had herself wrapped around Hal Jordon while kissing him so hard his eyes bugged out from how forceful she was.
“Look, Natasha is it? I know the ladies love me but this is a bit much.”
“Oh shut up fly boy, do this right and I’ll be sending you on cloud nine.” Almost manic with lust Natasha reached deep into Hal’s pants and gripped his growing length possessively. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Widows do that AFTER sex!”
*
Vixen’s apartment was a mess!
Furniture had been tossed around and the lamp laid shattered and flickering at the corner of the living room. In the kitchen Vixen stood with her back to the wall while eating an entire loaf of bread. At her feet crumpled wrappers and food boxes littered the floor while the refrigerator doors were splayed open with bare shelves. Finishing the loaf Mari moaned and gripped the sides of her beach ball sized belly. For the last hour, she had been eating like she was starving, emptying out her pantry and fridge like she hadn’t eaten in days, all the while her belly swelled and rounded out. Now looking full term with triplets or more the savage woman moaned and squirmed, ripping the remains of her ruined dress off to free her massive breasts she kneaded the pliant orbs. Her areolas had grown dark and lumpy, spreading to the size of tea saucers where her nipples stood thick like corks and dripping warm milk. Pressing up against the wall Mari bit her lip, her wider hips sported a shelf of an ass that would have looked like she had shoved a pillow behind her skirt… If she were wearing one. Sweaty and naked the massively pregnant amazon woman was overwhelmed with a rush of hormones pickling her brain and making her almost feral.
Shoving herself off the wall Vixen waddled towards her living room, rolling her hips with each step like she was still trying to be alluring, even when alone. With her hands at her womb, every kick sent a shiver down her spine that made her weak in the knees and have her cry out, moaning at how full she was. With a final cry her water broke and she was forced onto her hands and knees.
For the next hour, her moans of pleasure had turned to cries of pain, gritting her teeth and gripping the carpet while she pushed and pushed. One by one her apartment was soon filled with the cries of her newborns. “The first of many…” Her lust drunk mind mused.