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The Truth Comes Out (DC Comics)
🕑 Added 2020-10-23 17:02:22 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly, Bondage
Summary: Based off of this image. It's a poorly concealed secret that every single woman in the Justice League, especially the more powerful ones, are huge fucking whorish sluts. But Wonder Woman in particular, after spending the last century or so in Man's World, considers herself the Alpha Slut. So when Superboy positively WRECKS Power Girl and Supergirl and they give him rave reviews to the queen bee, Diana knows she has to give him a try herself.
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“Ah, there you are Superboy. I’ve been wondering where you got off to.”
When he hears the familiar feminine voice calling out to him, Connor, also known as Kon-El, also known as the aforementioned Superboy, isn’t exactly surprised. In fact, one might even say he was expecting this. Turning to face the most powerful woman in the world, Connor lets a cocky grin spread across his face as he makes a show of bringing down his sunglasses just enough to make it clear he’s checking her out and raking his eyes up and down her body.
“Wonder Woman. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Planting her hands on her hips, the Justice League’s strongest female member just smirks an easy smirk, licking her lips as she too makes a show of checking Him out in turn.
“Oh, I think we both know why I’m here, Connor. I had a nice, lovely chat with Supergirl and Power Girl a few days ago. They had a lot to say about you in particular. Can you guess what we talked about?”
Of course, he could. It was an open secret in the Justice League that super powers came with a super libido. This meant that heroes and heroines tended to fuck on the regular FAR more often then your average mortal being. And for a woman like Diana Prince, it could be difficult to find a man that really… fit her style.
From what Connor had heard, people loved to ship Batman and Wonder Woman together for some reason, like the Dark Knight and the Themyscirian Princess were meant for each other. Apparently, they’d made a go of it at one time, even though Bruce wasn’t technically as overly libidinous as the rest of them.
Diana had broken the Dark Knight’s pelvis with that fuck, and Bruce had been recovering for longer than some of his tougher fights as a result. Your average human male simply wasn’t built to last against the empowered, super strong Amazon. But then, Connor wasn’t your average human male. A clone built off of Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, he was the full fucking package. His Kryptonian side made him strong as hell while giving him the power of flight, among other things. His human side, meanwhile,… well, there was one exception to that rule mentioned earlier, about super powers coming with a super libido.
Kryptonian Males were the exception to that rule. Meaning, Superman, aka Clark Kent, just wasn’t all that horny much of the time. But the female members of their race, on the other hand…
Smirking a little, knowing all of this but unable to help himself, Conner shrugs as he gives Diana a cocky grin.
“You want what I gave them? I’m a little surprised to be honest. Aren’t I just a pale imitation? Why not go for the real deal?”
Wonder Woman scoffs at that, her eyes flashing as she looks down at him. She’s a fair bit taller than him, but that doesn’t bother Connor. He’s far too self-confident to be insecure about his height, truth be told. And he has every reason to be.
“I think we both know that as powerful as Clark is, he’s… lacking a certain something in bed. He’s got the cock and he’s got the stamina, but he doesn’t have the technique or the desire to go the distance.”
Sliding her gaze down to his crotch, the gorgeous star-spangled Amazon suddenly steps forward and grabs the front of his jeans. With a simple grunt of effort, she tears them off of his body entirely, exposing his legs and more importantly, his massive cock, which is already growing quite large in her presence.
Connor grunts as well at the sudden invasion of privacy but doesn’t bother raising any protest. He just grins, knowing that he’s got it, and having no issue whatsoever with flaunting it.
“You, on the other hand… Supergirl AND Power Girl BOTH said they couldn’t get enough of you. They even said they ended up tag teaming you, only to have you satisfy them both.”
Connor puffs up his chest, cocky grin growing even wider. Diana notices this, her eyes flicking between his face and his cock as she reaches out and casually strokes it. In mere moments, he’s at full mast, ready to go. There’s a flash, and then her Golden Lasso of Truth is in her hands and wrapped around his cock. He can feel it’s effects washing over him, and while he could resist them, the question she asks is one he has no problem answering truthfully.
“I’d be more impressed, really I would… it’s just that Kara and Kara are effectively the same easy slut. Think you can satisfy ME like you did them, Super-FUCK-boy?”
His eyes blazing gold from the effects of the Lasso, Connor lets out a low chuckle.
“Actually… yeah.”
The Themyscirian Princess’ big blue eyes study him for a moment before she smirks.
“Well, you certainly have the confidence. But then, so did Bruce. Time to find out if you can walk the walk.”
Dropping her grip on her Lasso, Diana practically lunges forward, grabbing him by his black leather biker’s jacket and pulling him into a kiss. Not one to be outdone by any means, Connor grabs her right back while at the same time kissing her right back. As their lips smash together and their tongues duel with one another for supremacy, his hands are on what might just be the finest ass in the whole wide world.
Digging in, Connor grunts as Diana grinds her crotch against his bared cock aggressively. This… this might just be the toughest battle of his entire short life.
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“More! Give it to me harder! Prove to me that you’re not just another worthless fuckboy!”
Connor grits his teeth, digging his digits into Wonder Woman’s ass as he fucks her from behind. They’ve moved to her personal quarters at this point, and he’s plowing her doggystyle like there’s no tomorrow. That glorious outfit of hers that left so much revealed skin has been mostly removed at this point. Save for her tiara and her bracers, she’s wearing nothing at all, and Connor is taking full advantage of that fact to have his way with her.
Leaning over her from behind, the young clone reaches around and grabs her bouncing, jiggling tits. Diana has one of the bigger racks he’s gotten to enjoy since he started having sex. Not quite as big as Power Girl’s, but certainly far bigger than Supergirl’s. What this ultimately means is that he’s got about a handful and a half for each hand as he gropes and squeezes and plays with her breasts to his heart’s content, grinding his palms into her nipples, which at this point are literally hard enough to cut diamonds.
The bed rocks beneath them but is made of reinforced materials that should hold up, even against their impressive combined super-strength. Slamming into her hungry, gushing wet twat again and again with all his might, Connor is snarling as he focuses on the task at hand… putting Wonder Woman in her DAMN place!
“Is that… is that all you’ve got?!”
Through gritted teeth, she continues to demean and belittle his efforts though. He KNOWS what effect he’s having on her, he can feel her body surrendering to him… but that big mouth of hers continues to write checks that won’t cash as she continues to act all superior, like she’s better than him or something.
As far as he’s concerned, she’s just another super-slut in need of a good, hard dicking. And maybe that’s the Lex half talking, who knows? Because he sure as hell didn’t get this need to conquer and sexually dominate superheroines from Clark, that’s for sure. The man was about as vanilla, and limp dicked as things got! Case in point, Wonder Woman herself having to come to HIM for relief!
“You bitch… you fucking whore! You love it, don’t you?!”
SLAP!
Delivering a harsh spanking to her ass to punctuate his statement, Connor speeds up again, growling as he focuses on trying to make her admit that he’s superior in every way. But of course, Wonder Woman is nothing if not stubborn.
“M-Maybe I would, i-if you knew how to properly FUCK a woman, Super-BOY!”
He really hadn’t minded his moniker being Superboy, until she’d started using it to make it clear she didn’t think he was a Man. With a louder growl, Connor casts his eyes around for a moment… until finally, they alight upon what he’s looking for. Luckily, she’d set it close by when they finally arrived in her quarters. Grabbing Diana by the back of her dark hair, he shoves the Amazon Princess face first into her own bed, fucking into her even harder from above.
But it’s all a cover for him to reach over and snatch up his prize with his other hand. By the time his bed partner realizes what’s going on, he’s already wrapped Wonder Woman’s own Golden Lasso of Truth around her neck three times. Pulling it tight, he cuts off her protest as he uses the Lasso like a leash or a set of reins, yanking backwards even as he thrusts forward.
The gorgeous heroine’s spine arches and her ass cheeks clap all the harder as he fucks into her from behind. Grinning wickedly, Connor calls out to her, knowing that the Lasso would be in full effect by now.
“How’s that, bitch? You want it rough, don’t you Wonder Whore?!”
“Y-yes… YES! YES!”
Even as she chokes on the Lasso, it forces the truth from her lips. Grunting, Connor really gives it to her, putting more effort into it then he did with even Kara and Kara. But it’s still not his full effort. It’s more than enough for this bitchy stuck up cunt though. The force and strength of his thrusts into her cunt become so powerful that the sound goes from flesh slapping against flesh to a dull thudding. Two incredibly powerful objects meeting again and again.
Diana’s cunt walls squeeze down around his dick even harder now that he’s choking her out with her own Lasso. She’s getting off on this, isn’t she?
“Shit, you love being treated like the trash you are, don’t you Wonder Whore? You’re just another useless super-slut cum dump getting addicted to my cock!”
“It’s TRUE! Oh fuck, please don’t stop fucking me! More, more, MOOOOORE!!!”
As her Lasso compels her to finally admit the truth and drop her demeaning, belittling, superior attitude, Connor is starting to grow tired of having to hold onto it. So instead, he reaches out and grabs her arms, one and then the other. Yanking them behind her back, he ties off the remaining length of Golden Lasso and binds her limbs behind her, effectively causing her every moment, her every tug of her arms, to choke her out for him.
Something she does admirably, bucking and spasming and quivering with his thrusts as she is. With his hands once again freed, Connor grins savagely and begins to bring them down on Wonder Woman’s gorgeous derriere, one after the other, spanking her bottom red like a pair of fucking bongo drums as he just goes nonstop with her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
All the while, Wonder Woman is reduced to a brutally honest squeaking, creaming mess as she orgasms again and again around his dick. He can’t see it, but he can certainly imagine her eyes rolling back in her skull, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Ramming into her from behind again and again… Connor has to admit, she’s a fair bit better of a lay then Kara or Kara. Now, putting her up against both Supergirl and Power Girl at the same time… that was a tougher call.
The two blonde Kryptonians tended to balance each other out quite beautifully with their body types, and Diana was right about one thing, they WERE basically the same easy slut, just in duplicate. But two did tend to be better than one…
Maybe he would have to test it out some time. Maybe he’d have to fuck them all back to back, to really decide upon a ‘winner’. Something told Connor, as he fucked Wonder Woman herself from behind while she choked herself in bondage to her own Golden Lasso of Truth, that he wouldn’t have any trouble setting something like that up.
Grinning wickedly, having left Diana’s ass beet red, Connor thrusts forward one final time and unloads inside of her gushing wet twat without a second thought. Of course, his load is quite large. Even Wonder Woman’s womb isn’t enough to contain it all. He fills her up, and then as he pulls out, the last few pumps of cum end up all over her gorgeous body, coating her inner thighs, her ass, and even her abdomen as she flops over in the process.
The victor of their little bout is undeniable. Wonder Woman lays before him, completely and utterly destroyed, her body a-quiver and her golden lasso still encircling her. Meanwhile, Connor just lets out one long drawn out sigh… and then climbs off of the Themyscirian Princess’ bed, none the worse for wear. As Diana is panting and gasping for breath, Connor fetches his jacket and his sunglasses and puts them on. Nothing else of his garments had survived their… foreplay.
He doesn’t really care though, he’ll walk through the Watchtower naked like this and let everyone get a nice, big eyeful. After all, it would be one big advertisement for the… ‘services’ he could offer to the more powerful women of the League. The women who needed a big strong man to put them in their place.
Before he leaves, however, Connor looks back over his shoulder at the wrecked form of Wonder Woman and grins, lifting a single eyebrow. He has one question left for her and given the Lasso of Truth is still wrapped tightly around her, he knows he’ll receive an honest answer.
“Satisfied, Wonder-Whore?”
“… For now…”
Heh, yeah, that was about what he expected. Snorting derisively, Connor walks right out, not a care in the world. More than one person sees him leaving Wonder Woman’s quarters that day. And he has more than one heroine proposition him before the day is over.
All in all, a productive use of his time.
