Zartanna and Avery say no

Condiment Wizard was having a hard but good time at the moment. It was hard, but literally and figuratively, as he was rock, and his little bitch women Zartanna and Avery were making it very difficult. As both women refused to let him do anything but be pleased by them. Which was no doubt a dream for most and probably had been one of his sexual fantasies in his previous life.

Though at the moment he knew it was probably much better than he had ever imagined it could be. Though he doubted when he'd had such lewd fantasies that he'd be able to do it with them whenever he wanted and that he would have other things to do. Though his past didn't matter at the moment, as the present was demanding his attention, rather hard as Zartanna made a point of doing just that.

She slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, leaving a trail of black lipstick up and down his dick as she left. She came off with a pop and immediately went to work on his cock with her hands while she talked to him. "You have the best cock, Master!" Zartanna cheered as she spoke, slapping her face with his cock with every word she spoke as if to lewdly emphasize the point. "Please cover me in your great white sticky cum. I wanted you to dye my hair white with your cum." Zartanna said, her voice filled with eagerness at being covered in that much cum.

Condiment Wizard wasn't sure how to respond to that, especially as it shouldn't be possible to do that. Though in the end he knew he could because he seemed to never run out of cum no matter how much he got out of his balls. He was wondering if he needed to respond to Zartanna verbally at all or simply do as she asked and paint her face and her white. Avery stopped him from his possible verbal response but got her tongue out of his ass and spoke up.

"My emperor, you do not need to respond to your entertainment! The fact she dares to ask anything of you instead of trying her best to please you makes her worthy of death!" Avery declared in outrage, and so the two women declared daggers at each other instead of pleasing the Condiment Wizard. He had hoped for this a few moments before, but now he was on the edge, and he couldn't take being blueballed at this point.

So without warning, Condiment Wizard used each hand to grab Zartanna and Avery's heads. He then forced Zartanna back into his cock, forcing it down her throat without a word of warning. He also shoved Avery back up his ass. "No time for talking, you whores! Please help me now!" Condiment Wizard roared at both of them. The two obeyed at once and came a little at his forcefulness and dominance of both of them. In a few more moments he roared in a wordless cry of release, filling Zartanna with his cum.

Zartanna's mouth quickly filled with his cum, and she quickly began to choke on his cum so much that some began pouring out of her nose. She made no move to pull her mouth off his cock so she could breathe; instead, she just held herself there. Despite his, her vision was starting to darken at the edges. Condiment Wizard, seeing the danger, quickly pulled her off his cock.

Once she was fully off his cock, she began coughing up his cum, covering her lower body and the nearby ground. Once Zartanna had herself back into control, she looked up into Condiment Wizard's eyes and gave him a very lewd smile before gathering up the cum on her legs and using the cum to turn her hair white. Once she was fully done, she spoke to him. "Thank you for letting me dye my hair with your cum, master." Zartanna said with a very happy smile, which was very lewd considering the cum dripping from her hair.

While cumming, Condiment Wizard had let go of Avery's head, hence why she quickly spoke up. "Thank him! How dare you! You are the emperor's; you do not thank him, for he uses you as he pleases. If it matches what he wanted, then it is him following his desires! Do not presume to command the will of an emperor, you two-bit stage slut! " Avery yelled at Zartanna, causing the both of them to stare with rage at each other.

The Condiment Wizard wasn't sure what to do in this situation. He thought in a moment and figured he should put clothes back on and finally do that research of the magic city around him. The two women, somehow sensing his desire to leave, both looked at him with hungry and angry smiles that told him they were nowhere near done with their lewd fun.

Back at the spaceship, mountain emperor Superman watched as the captured lantern core and the Dragonson were moved to where they needed to be. As he watched them be moved, his thoughts turned to where they had been since his return to life. They went back to his failures due to the simple fact that no matter how much it upset him, he had thought about how he had failed to make sure it didn't happen again.

Though how he failed was humiliating in the end. He has fought that foolish brat Kenan Kong to decide who would be the true superman of China. He had failed to do the power of 'friendship,' which enraged him greatly. While he had discarded what little humanity he had to further embrace his Kryptonian side, Kenan had done the opposite and had instead embraced his human side. This had somehow given him the strength to fire a beam of such power that it had ended him.

Though such things shouldn't be a threat to him anymore. As his new and improved body's ability to absorb harmful energy should allow him to negate or weaken such a beam if Kenan ever fired at him again. Though that did leave him in a position where his lesser had power that he himself did not. Which was unacceptable and would have to be rectified as soon as possible. Though he knew that would be a difficult task as he had no friends or family.

Emperor Superman has never put stock in such things and so has only ever had minions and lesser advisors. So if he were to gain such power, this would have to change, though how to do it. He thought on this for a while till it occurred to him that if he wanted such things, why not make a better version of the original's, as the first Superman had gained a family? Why not simply use that as a blueprint?

He thought on it for a long while but in the end found he liked the idea rather greatly, especially as it was in the end another way to show his superiority to others. The true problem of this plan at the moment was where to find such people and which member he should gather first with. The thought of that for a long while as well.

Eventually, though, the obvious answer hit him. He was an emperor, so why not a prince to continue his dynasty should he ever fall again? Though how to get a son the natural way would take too long, especially as he would have to find a woman he would not shatter at the first few moments in the bedroom. So if the natural way wasn't good enough, there was the unnatural way, which was many, and he would have to pick one. "Which do I choose in the end?" Emperor Superman asked himself.

Nearby Overmachine was watching over the lantern core prisoners and Dragonson as they were put where they needed to be for the plan. The plan was far smaller in scale than he was used to. As he had threatened entire planets, not just a single country, on them. Though for the moment it was more than enough, as it had much more to prepare before he got his revenge.

So helping in smaller-scale plans like this was a great way to test things and gather the necessary data to be better prepared for when his own personal plans were set in motion. Those plans, though, ironically enough, would be even smaller in scale than the current China takeover. As he did not want to take revenge against the earth itself, no, he has plans for several teams of both heroes and villains.

Those who had followed him would need to be gathered. Those who had been slain were brought back, and those that still lived were brought back under him and improved. Though he would have quiet punishments for those that had betrayed or desisted him at that final hour. His beneficent magic blue cheese had given him many ways of doing just that.

Those that defeated him—the heroes belonging to Justice League America, Justice League International, and the Justice League Task Force—would be found. It would be slightly difficult, as things had changed since his death, and he would have to be very thorough in making sure all that was there at his end would be there to challenge him again, but he knew he could get them where he wanted them. He had done it before, except this time there would be a different outcome.

While Diana was enjoying using Oenone as her personal pleasure toy, another Amazon was busy at a church. Though one most of the Amazons were unaware of at the moment. The red-haired Artemis was double-checking everything in the new temple hidden in one of the many caves near the beach. A stone throne was carved into the back of the cave.

In the center of the cave temple was a statue that was of a condiment wizard wielding his magic tartar sauce in both hands. His lower body was surrounded by a sea creature that was clearly protecting Condiment Wizard. There was nothing else in the cave temple, as they needed nothing else to show their devotion to their new god master. Artemis was new, as were a few of her fellow sisters that were there to worship.

As they had no right to hide what belonged to their god master while within his temple. The stone throne was entirely made for that purpose. So that he could gaze down on what was his as they worshiped him as he deserved. She had been so worried at the thought of leading this temple. As while her loyalty and faith were eternally her god master's. He had never told her or the others any tenants of his they were supposed to follow.

Luckily, while he was not here, his daughter was to guide them. His daughter, Mediter, who was a chaos lord and goddess of the monster sea, appeared in the small stream of water that flowed through the center of the cave. Her hazel eyes looked around the temple, taking in every detail, before she stared at those that had gathered to worship her father.

Her long black hair seemed to absorb what little light was in the cave, making it darker and more sinister than it should be. Her olive skin had a slight glow about it that combined with the growing darkness made her the main source of light in the temple. So all the female followers that were there found their eyes drawn to her but kept their eyes low out of respect.

Eventually, Mediter staring at them ended at Artemis. Upon seeing her, she rapidly approached her, causing Artemis to kneel in submission when Mediter stood directly before her. There was a weight that descended in the silence that followed. As if Mediter was deciding to use the axe or not, eventually Mediter ended the tense silence. "I am of two minds when it comes to you, whore of my father." Mediter said, grabbing Artemis's face and forcing her to look up into Mediter's eyes.

"On one hand, you helped lead the defense early in my siege of this island. Had you not rallied your sisters during the first surprise attack, I could be standing in the throne room next to my father as your queen blew him right now." Mediter said coldly, causing Artemis to look up in her of shame at her earlier success against her god and his daughter, a son that would haunt her to the end of her days.

"On the other hand, you have built this simple temple to my father and will no doubt be of great use to me and my father." Mediter said, causing her to gain hope, as she could be of use to her god master and his daughter by undoing her son and giving Paradise Island to them. Mediter gave her a little smirk upon seeing how eager she was to serve. "While since you're so eager to serve, tell me you are close to that dirty demigod slut, correct?" Mediter said rather pointly.

"Yes, my goddess, I know the demigod slut Diana. We've been rivals and friends since we were girls!" Artemis replied quickly, her red hair shaking side to side in her excitement, eager to confirm her own usefulness to the daughter of her master god. Mediter looked at her, pleased with the response she had given her. Mediter began gently caressing Artemis's face, to which she gave a gentle moan in response.

"Very good. You will monitor her and tell me all that has changed in her as my father's power runs through her, and I want to know what it is doing to her so I can better follow my father's will." Mediter said, to which Artemis nodded her agreement rapidly. "Though that is for the latter; for now we show my father you and the others worth being his temple statue." Mediter said with a lustful hunger the rest of the day and half the night the worshipers of Condiment Wizard and Mediter would moan out their faith in loyalty under Mediter's hands and tentacles.