Heading to the Palace

"It seems there are no cars here; since we arrived as a surprise, she only had a carriage available," Hailey said with a mischievous smile, adjusting the leather reins.

Michael didn’t answer right away. He was too busy processing the sight before him: a carriage that was a work of art, carved from gold and ivory, with an interior of crimson silk that smelled of sandalwood and desire. But what truly captured his attention wasn’t the luxury—it was the ones driving it. Two Amazons of immense strength pulled the vehicle; their bronzed skin glistened under the Themysciran sun, and the tight leather harnesses accentuated the powerful musculature of their thighs and hips, which moved in hypnotic synchrony.

As he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew thick, heavy with pheromones. Diana settled beside him with the satisfaction of someone who has finally reached a goal, resting her head on his shoulder. On the other side, Supergirl and Power Girl—still breathing heavily from their encounter on the jet—practically threw themselves against him. Within seconds, the carriage interior transformed into a nest of tangled legs and hungry gazes.

As the carriage glided along the island’s marble paths, Michael glanced at the surrounding houses—they were impeccable, a testament to the Amazons' hard work—but the only architecture that mattered at that moment was the arrangement of bodies all around him.

"Looks like the island’s undergone quite a renovation, Diana," Michael remarked, his voice low and husky. He slid his hand along Wonder Woman’s thigh, feeling her warm skin and firm muscle beneath his fingers.

Diana let out a low moan, closing her eyes. "We’ve learned to value what is... imposing," she whispered, leaning in to kiss his jawline.

Supergirl, not wanting to be left out, began tracing damp paths with her tongue across Michael’s shoulders, while Karen—Power Girl—let out a soft, nasal laugh, her eyes fixed on the erection already visible against the fabric of his trousers.

"You’re a magnet, Michael," Kara murmured, her voice vibrating with desire. "And we’re all being pulled in."

Without warning, Power Girl leaned forward and kissed Michael’s neck with an animalistic voracity, her hands moving with determination to explore the hardness beneath his clothes. Sensing the mounting excitement, Supergirl didn’t limit her attention to him; she slid her hand beneath the crimson silk of the seat, finding Diana’s thigh.

The two Kryptonians began to touch one another, exchanging urgent, deep kisses while taking turns—or perhaps joining forces—to go down on Michael. The rhythmic motion of the carriage, swaying gently over the marble, served as a metronome for the urgency consuming them.

"We’re almost at the palace," Hailey announced from the front, letting out an amused laugh as she heard the muffled moans coming from behind. "Though I suspect you won’t be able to wait until we reach the chambers."

Michael let out a deep, commanding laugh. He gripped the back of Diana’s head, pulling her into a devastating kiss, while his other hand guided Power Girl’s—as they prepared for a three-way oral encounter.

The Amazons pulling the carriage could feel the intense vibration emanating from the vehicle. They exchanged knowing glances, feeling an electric current radiating from within. They knew the "celebration" had already begun, and that once they passed through the gates, their collective hunger would be insatiable.

The carriage finally crossed the palace’s crystal gates. Michael, looking at the four women—who were by now completely surrendered to their desire—beheld the very embodiment of strength and beauty, and smiled.

"The palace," he said to Hailey, his voice now heavy with authority. "I have many new rules to teach each of you."

"Yes, my lord," the four voices replied in unison, each one carrying a note of urgency, submission, and hunger.