A PowerFull Tits

Inspired by Devilhs' art

Non-canon story, just for fun

Creator's Narrative Change: Aiden Pierce and the reader themselves, so it's a Reader and Character story

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After almost four years of mass destruction around the world, between heroes and villains, peace seemed to return, but the bodies left in rubble and ditches were greater than anything else. You had survived by a brief stroke of luck; if it weren't for the Justice League's ultra-technological maritime rafts to save you and the others, God knows what would have happened.

After returning home and rebuilding and cleaning, you couldn't imagine what would happen that day. Beneath the rubble of the building, you heard groans and a hand waving, as if seeking help. Lifting the piece of concrete with all your strength, you helped the person under the rubble. You were startled to see that she was PowerGirl, the alternate version from "Earth 2" of Kara Danvers, Supergirl.

This woman was very powerful, but the injuries on her body were severe and brutal, as if someone had destroyed or cut her multiple times.

"Help!" Kara tried to say, but her breath and strength had long since left her.

Picking Kara onto your shoulders, you dragged her to safety, returning to one of the sea rafts. You took her to your room to rest and be examined. For a few weeks you had her as your roommate, and each day she seemed to regain her strength, and you, above all, tried to help, after all, *you were her biggest fan* and you hoped to thank her someday for saving your world.

You didn't expect her to be more grateful.

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With one hand, she reached for the box of condoms, filled with golden wrappers bearing the word Devilhs, while the other possessively—or tried to—encircled your penis. Her fingers couldn't find their way around its thickness. "It looks like a soda can," she murmured, almost to herself.

You clenched your hands at your sides. "Ms. Kara, you don't need to..."

"Shh." Kara tore open the condom wrapper with her teeth, a movement so casual it made your testicles twitch. "I know what I'm doing."

She positioned the condom on the tip of his dark shaft and began to unroll it with both hands. The latex stretched obscenely, becoming transparent as it struggled to contain the thickness of his cock. It was barely three-quarters of the way in.

"This will have to do," Kara said, and then, without warning, opened her mouth and took the head of his penis between her lips.

"Fuck!"

Her hips moved involuntarily. Kara's mouth was warm, moist, and perfect, her tongue swirling around the sensitive glans. The blonder, bustier woman's eyes watered as she moved forward, absorbing another inch, then another. Her lips stretched obscenely around the thickness, her jaw clearly tense.

Kara recoiled with a wet, gasping thud. "My God, you're thick." She enveloped the member with both hands, caressing it firmly while her tongue licked the glans. "Clark's from my world was long, but not this thick. You're going to break my jaw."

The mere mention of sucking Superman's dick, even from an alternate world where almost no sexual rules existed, shouldn't have been exciting, but his cock throbbed harder, a huge jet of pre-ejaculate filling the tip of the condom.

The blonde super bimbo was a master. She used her throat to massage the glans while both hands worked the penis in twisting motions. Her tongue did things that should be illegal, finding every sensitive spot. When she pulled away to breathe, she immediately plunged into his testicles, sucking one into her mouth while her hands continued to caress them.

"Jesus Christ," you growled, in a voice so deep it made the windows tremble.

Kara buzzed around your balls, the vibration making you see stars, even the ones that seemed farther away. The condom was already bulging with pre-ejaculate, a water balloon hanging from the tip.

Twenty minutes later, Kara's technique evolved. She had found a rhythm: deep oral sex as much as possible, violent and brutal, without stopping, without yielding, without breathing, like a milk-sucking machine. Retreating only to breathe while her hands worked his penis, and then concentrating on the glans while massaging his testicles, full and full of loose skin. Her jaw must have been aching terribly, but she didn't slow down.

The first orgasm came like a runaway train. With a roar coming straight from her throat, gripping Kara's hair tightly as she ejaculated jet after jet of sperm into the condom. She expanded grotesquely, filling up like a water balloon until it was the size of a softball, the latex stretching.

Kara carefully removed the latex sperm bubble, tied it off, and set it aside. His penis, even after intense oral sex, hadn't softened one bit.

"Youthful resistance, years and years of... deprivation," you gasped.

"I can see that." Kara was already putting on the second condom. Her blouse was soaked with sweat and saliva. "This is getting in the way."

She opened her outfit, revealing the burgundy bra, hidden beneath the white clothing, with her enormous breasts practically bursting out. Making your cock throb at the sight.

"Better." Kara plunged in again, this time managing to swallow fifteen centimeters. Her throat contracted around your grotesque and enormous penis, making you have to control your nerves to avoid thrusting into Kara's mouth.

The second orgasm lasted thirty minutes. Meanwhile, Kara had already found your prostate with a finger, massaging it while performing deep oral sex. The condom was even fuller than during your first orgasm, hanging like an obscene fruit on your penis.

"How are you still so aroused?" Kara exclaimed, her voice hoarse. Her lipstick had completely disappeared, her lips were swollen.

"I can't help it," you groaned. "I need more. I need..."

Kara understood. She easily put on the third condom and then unbuttoned your bra. Your breasts were magnificent – ​​full and heavy, with large pink nipples. She enveloped them around your penis, the dark member disappearing into your cleavage.

"Oh, so hot, your breasts..." You exclaimed like a teenager seeing your first breasts.

Kara moved your breasts up and down while sucking the head of your penis. The double sensation was incredible. Her hands moved to Kara's blonde hair, not pulling, just with the need to touch.

The third condom filled. Then the fourth. Kara's knees must have been screaming in pain, her jaw certainly was, but she didn't stop. She used every trick – deep oral sex, breast sex, prostate massage, testicle worship. Mascara ran down her cheeks because of her teary eyes.

By the sixth condom, Kara was already tired. Her movements were slower, her breath ragged. She pulled back, strands of saliva connecting her lips to his penis, showing no sign of softening.

"I don't know how much more..."

"Please," you begged like a needy person. "So close. I need..."

PowerGirl nodded, determined. She put on the seventh condom and began the work with renewed vigor, using both hands and her mouth in perfect sync, feeling his testicles contract, that familiar pressure increasing.

The seventh orgasm was volcanic. You roared, ejaculating so much semen that the condom creaked from the pressure. Kara had to hold it to prevent it from breaking.

But your cock remained hard as a rock.

The eighth condom was put on. Kara was now purely mechanical, her movements automatic. Sucking, caressing, massaging. Her hair was stuck to her head with sweat. Her knees had red, irritated marks from the carpet.

When the eighth condom filled, Kara sat on her heels, panting. Eight grotesquely swollen condoms lay beside you as proof of your depravity and hours of sex, even if it wasn't anal or vaginal. Your penis was erect and imposing, still leaking.

"It's not enough," you growled like a savage, your voice almost inhuman. "I need to be inside you. I need to impregnate you. I need to fill that pussy with my sperm."

Denvers looked at her with eyes that mixed exhaustion, genuine fear, and undeniable excitement. His pupils were dilated, his chest heaving. Between her thick thighs, a dark stain had spread across the crotch of her white outfit, outlining and revealing her vulva.

"Aiden..."

"Please." The voice came out like a roar that made the walls tremble. "I need you."