Ask it of the ladies…

"Where should this load of mine go? Up that formerly tight ass?” Ultraboy asked cruelly, stepping back and letting his cock slip from it, it stayed open, awaiting the return of the cock that had so thoroughly conquered it. “Or maybe in that womb of yours? Your genes are still superpowered. I could breed the next generation of superheroes outta you if I wanted to. Or what about the lovely Shelby? Maybe she deserves the honor of my load? Whadda ya think?”

Ultimamom is so out of it that she barely twitches at anything, though she hoarsely moans when he suggests breeding her, though whether in arousal, agreement, or protest was unclear. Only Ultimagirl, if the collared woman could still be called that, could communicate clearly. Mostly, her own arousal was powerfully clouding her thinking.