planning

The cold marble of Hippolyta’s throne now served merely as a comfortable backrest for Michael, who relaxed with the languor of a man who feared no one in the universe. The palace of Themyscira—once a bastion of solemnity and military discipline—now reeked of incense, sweat, and lust.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warm, rhythmic pressure of two skilled mouths working in unison. To his left, Diana—Wonder Woman—moved with the intensity of someone treating every thrust like a divine mission; to his right, Hippolyta, the Queen, employed centuries of patience to explore every inch of him, her tongue tracing precise circles that drew low, guttural moans from Michael.

The two warriors—the most powerful women in that world—were now on their knees, silently competing to see who could wring the most visceral sound of pleasure from the throat of the man who had subverted the very nature of their island.

Michael ran his hand through Diana’s dark hair, tugging gently, while his other hand rested on Hippolyta’s shoulder. He wasn't merely savoring the physical pleasure; he was pondering the possibilities. Absolute power was a muscle that needed to be exercised.

"Interesting," he thought, feeling the warm saliva and the coordinated suction of the two Amazons. "Themyscira was a good start. A private playground. But the DC Universe is far too vast to remain confined to a single island."

He pictured the faces of other figures. The laws of physics, morality, the very fabric of time—everything lay within reach of a single thought. He could transform Gotham into a garden of earthly delights or make the Justice League kneel before him—not out of fear, but out of an insatiable desire that no superpower could ever satisfy. Diana looked up, her pupils dilated and her breathing ragged and uneven. She paused for a moment, a thin thread of saliva connecting her lips to his body.

"You seem pensive, my lord," she whispered, her voice heavy with a submission that contrasted sharply with her warrior nature. "Where else do you intend to take us?"

Michael smiled, feeling a wave of intense pleasure course down his spine. He needed no words. With a simple mental command, he altered the rules of the environment: in that palace, pleasure was infinite and exhaustion did not exist.

Instantly, the vital energy of Diana and Hippolyta was renewed, making them even more voracious.

"I was thinking..." Michael said, feeling Hippolyta’s mouth envelop the base of his manhood once more, "...that Metropolis seems a bit dull. I think I’ll pay Superman a visit. I want to see if he can handle someone who dictates the rules of the game."

With a snap of his fingers, the palace ceiling vanished, revealing the stars. Michael did not intend to go alone. He looked at the two women—who were now gazing at him with adoration and desire—and knew that their sensory experience was only just beginning to intensify.

Reality was now his plaything, and he had all of eternity to play.