You are married to Zatanna

It had been well over three months since your victory over the Green Lantern corps. It had taken a while for your powers to return to you, for your order to comb through Oa for useful stuff, and for the preparations of the largest wedding ceremony in history to be completed.

Still through the colossal efforts of your entire world order, including creating a brand new cathedral grander than any in history built solely for this day. Created out of pure white marble, gold and the crystals of Zamarron, with black and ruby red curtains draped over the halls. The ceiling was a stunning artistic display that dwarfed the Sistine Chapel and displayed your dominion over Earth and all the women of the world in service of you. The windows, forged from Star Sapphire crystals, were similarly decorated. Though each represented a different member of your order submitting to your control. Zatanna was the most prevalent.

Standing at the alter, you gazed upon row upon row of benches of your slaves. Your Mistresses sat at the very front, your order behind them and behind them was reserved for every **** that had supported you before you had secured control of Earth. Behind you was a statue of you and Zatanna, expertly carved, though you noted that she was considerably submissive in the statue. Which was somewhat appropriate.

“I believe we are ready to begin, shall the cameras start recording?” asked a soft innocent voice, which was the voice of the priestess of your wedding. A unique catch from the Star Sapphires corps in how much she resembled an actual Angel, so that it seemed appropriate that she be your priestess for the ceremony.

"Yes Aurora, please start the ceremony and the broadcast” you ordered, the ceremony was to be broadcast worldwide as all your slaves had a day off to watch the ceremony. Music started playing, each note struck by the best pianists in the world, as the doors opened to see your bride approaching across the isle. Her outfit was interesting, it looked as if she was cosplaying as a superheroine, though it was by no part disappointing. Something she likely took knew when she saw your cock pushing out of your pants.

"Nice outfit" you remark, taking not her hands but her huge tits into your hands, as she placed her hands around your wrists, in a sexually romantic way.

“Well seeing how many of my colleagues you’ve fucked, I think you must have a fetish for Superheroines” she explained “so shall we get started?”

“Of course” you said gesturing to Aurora. Nodding she held her arms in the air.

“Months ago we were directionless, we lacked purpose, and we so we bickered and killed each other. But now we have Master’s direction, his power and he has earned the love of all women in existence, whether requited or not. But today we know one **** has managed to earn Master’s love and as such has risen to earn her position as his wife, a position we all may hope to achieve” she exclaimed proudly, it was always fascinating how your slaves attempted to justify your misogynistic treatment of them, and also arousing “now Mistress Zatanna, are you willing to serve Master dutifully throughout your life, to discard all other rights and devote yourself to Master”

“I already have”

“And I will ensure that she enjoys every moment of her service” you interject.

“Though that won’t be hard” replied Zatanna brimming with joy.

“Then it is time for you to fuck the bride” said Aurora stepping aside. Immediately you procceed to rip through her catsuit and expose her big tits for literally all of the world to see, before flipping her around, and pulling her suit apart, and you pushed your huge dick into her exposed, but magically tight vagina. Your dick was served with the familiar yet never old feeling of her perfect pussy and you speared her repeatedly in a speed of superhero’s. All the while you ordered her to cum repeatedly causing her ogasmic moans to be broadcasted worldwide. Eventually after hours of fucking you were satisfied and unleashed an ocean of your semen into her.

Impressively she was able to stand after your savage fucking, and smile to cheering crowds on live TV. Noticing the bouquet of flowers had fallen from her grasp, you picked them up. Traditionally those who caught the bouquet would be the next married, though you could set a new tradition.

“Whomever catches the bouquet will become our royal concubine” you yell throwing the bouquet into the air, and using your telekinesis to direct it towards whom you wanted.

A/N: so basically whomever catches the bouquet is based going to be based on a vote. Basically vote for your favourite **** (besides Zatanna obviously) and they’ll be a anytime use sex ****. I’m curious as to which sex **** is your favourite so please vote, the list of candidates will be the list in the suggestions for epilogue chapter.

Speaking of which I’m really hoping more people provide suggestions there