Thorne's Lance - 19. Bold Enough (Patreon)

“You look nice.”

Ororo blinked awake from her reverie. She hadn’t even realized she’d zoned out. A glance aside found Karen right as she left her - dressed oh so sensually in that little black dress and seductive high heels. 

The elevator dinged as it passed another floor. Ororo arched a brow and put on a bold smirk.

“Just nice?”

“Like a goddess.” Karen amended with a roll of her eyes. She looked over Ororo again, open with her appreciation now. “White’s a good color on you.”

“So I’ve been told.” Ororo’s smile grew, imagining herself twirling right there in the elevator. 

Karen had chosen to play into Power Girl’s greatest strength. Hers was a cocktail dress, made to boast a killer, all-natural figure that Emma Frost could only dream of. A daring V dipped down, offering up plenty of deep, tempting cleavage to match all that creamy thigh the short skirt put on display.

Ororo had opted for something a bit more subtle, though no less alluring. Her gown was wrap-style, cradling her bra-less breasts with a neckline that plunged down to her belly. The skirt was loose and flowing around her legs, but split up to her thigh. All in satin silk colored in pale ivory, as to contrast nicely with her dark skin. If Karen was a knockout, Ororo was striking. They had to be, if this superstud was as capable as Jess claimed he was. 

“You look pretty incredible yourself.”

“The little black dress always kills.”

“Especially when you’re the one wearing it.” 

“Stop.” Karen scoffed playfully, but she didn’t bother hiding her pride. The blonde was beaming as she preened. It was confidence well-founded - for the both of them. 

There was simply no downplaying their looks, not when they turned so many heads just walking through the building lobby. Tongues sent wagging, grown men turned into drooling fools over a pair of superheroine stunners. There was a part of Ororo that delighted in the looks, even if they were small amusements on the way to the main attraction.

The two settled back into silence. The elevator dinged again.

Ororo swallowed. Look at us. Pretending to be calm and casual.

Another ding. Another floor closer. Out of the corner of her eye, Ororo caught Karen fiddling with her little handbag. She pulled out a pocket mirror to check her makeup.

Like we’re not on our way to fuck Jessica’s new boyfriend.

The final ding sounded. To Ororo, it rang as loud as a church bell.

The elevator lurched to a stop. The doors split open. Ororo’s legs felt like solid concrete but somehow she got herself to move. She and Karen stepped into the hall - the empty hall, thank God.

There was a curse that came with that blessing, though. The silence left their minds free to race.

Karen broke the silence first.

“It’s not weird.”

Ororo slowed some, looking quizzically at her companion.

“I’m sorry?”

“This.” Karen gestured between the two, then at the clean, ritzy apartment hallway that surrounded them. “We’re not being weird. We’re just two single, independent ladies going to see a friend…”

“...To experience new things.” Ororo added, nodding along with Karen’s train of thought.

“Right. Nothing wrong with that.”

“She invited us.”

“Exactly. Jess insisted, didn’t she?”

A look of agreement shared between them and they continued on. The sound of heels clicking against the tile floor rang through the hall. Ororo scanned the door numbers as they passed by, each one bringing them closer and closer to-

Karen flipped open her pocket mirror again.

“My hair okay?”

“Your hair is perfect.” Ororo exhaled deeply. Just like the rest of you.

“Good. Great.” Karen snapped the mirror shut, tucked it away. Her eyes were fixed forward. On the door at the end of the hall.

Jessica’s place. Or was it Diana’s? Or his?

The two women came to a stop right before the door and suddenly all was still and quiet. Neither made the move to knock.

“It’s okay to be nervous.” Karen said just when the silence was becoming unbearable.

“I’m not nervous.” Ororo shot back. Perhaps too quickly, she felt.

“Of course not. Your Storm. I’m Power Girl. We’re in the Hero Alliance.” Karen agreed. “...But I’m just saying, you don’t have to be worried. This isn’t the first time I’ve done something… like this.”

“Like this?”

“A threesome. I’ve had a threesome before.”

Ororo blinked. Her brows rose high as she read the honesty on Karen’s face. The admission was stunning, yes… but Ororo wondered if it was truly surprising. Though she smartly kept that to herself.

“...Really?” Ororo felt her curiosity brewing thicker as Karen nodded. “With who?”

“General Zod. Him and wife, Faora. At least I think they’re married.”

“Oh. But isn’t he a bad guy?”

“He’s not a good guy. It’s complicated.” Karen crossed her arms, finding the wall very interesting at that moment. She drummed her fingers against her arm. “It was when I was off-planet a couple years back. Things can get freaky out in space.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“We were all stuck on a space station orbiting a red sun. So no powers. Just a bunch of regular people trapped together until somebody with a working ship came along. And with hardly anything else to do to pass the time…”

“I see.”

“Yep.”

“...Was he good?”

“He was something. They both were.” Karen chewed on her lip. “So… That’s what I meant. A threesome is nothing to be intimidated about.”

“What with your experience.”

“Right. It’ll be fun.”

“Yes. Fun.”

Then they were staring at the door again. It was quiet enough that Ororo could hear her own heart. 

It was five thumps before Karen worked up the nerve to knock.

The door swung open a second later and the two superheroines were greeted by the sight of huge, ripe breasts hanging perky over a washboard stomach and lush, rippling thighs. An impeccable body in rich, glistening orange. It was Starfire. All of Starfire. The Tamaranean had a smile as joyous as she’d ever worn, her green eyes big and bright and totally unconcerned with her own nudity.

“Friends!” Kory almost seemed to hop a little, so pleased she was to see the newly arrived guests. “It’s so wonderful that you’re here! Please, please, come in!”

The sudden vision of Starfire in the buff hit like a big orange flashbang, so it took a second for Ororo and Karen to straighten up. Ororo herself had always been comfortable with the naked body, and Karen… Well, Karen had been in the women’s locker room before.

“Sure…” Karen kept a cool head as she took the bold first step, easing on past the still-so-bubbly Tamaranean.

Ororo followed after, making sure to offer their greeting host a smile.

“Thank you, Kory.”

The entrance hall was sharp and clean, white walls rising over glossy tile. They must have just moved in, Ororo reasoned, since the penthouse mostly still had that crisp, new apartment smell. Mostly, because the faint scent of sweat and sex was just starting to creep in. If Ororo could smell it, she could only imagine how potent it was for Karen.

As Kory closed the door behind them, the new arrivals moved on slowly, as if they were wary another naked host would jump out from around the corner. It was all so silly, Ororo knew. They had gotten dolled up, traveled all the way here, knowing exactly what kind of invitation they were accepting, and they were still dealing with nerves.

It was the naked Tamaranean who started talking sense.

“You both look very beautiful.” Kory complimented them warmly, striding past to lead them deeper into the apartment. She threw a willful smirk back over her shoulder - though Ororo almost didn’t notice due to the great, rounded distraction that was Kory’s taut backside. “I bet you two caused quite a stir when you arrived.”

Ororo found herself chuckling. A small help to settle the buzz crawling over her skin.

“We turned a few heads.”

“More than a few, I’m certain.” Kory’s eyes glimmered with knowing amusement.

“You look pretty good yourself, Star.” Karen put in. “I mean as far as birthday suits go, yours is hard to beat.”

“You are too kind.” Kory spun gracefully on her feet, easing into a backwards walk. “I wish you could have seen the cute outfit I put together, but…”

“It didn’t last very long.” Another voice joined in, familiar and coming from up ahead. “Not when he got his hands on it.”

Kory’s giddiness seemed to grow as she led them on into the living room. There Ororo spotted Jessica lounging on the sofa. Much like Kory, Jessica was in a state of undress, nearly naked save for the black garter belt fastened around her waist. No panties and no stockings either. Whatever she’d had on before, only the garter belt remained. The rest of her made quite the sight, her pale skin flushed all over, covered in a sheen of glistening sweat. Red welts on her throat, on her breasts, even on her tummy and thighs, a dozen hickies marking her tired body. And her hair, those long waves of raven black, was disheveled to all hell, wild and tousled like she’d just gotten out of a scrap - or a roll in the hay.

Ororo knew the sight well. The look of a woman freshly and thoroughly fucked.

“Jess.” She managed to greet with a cool head. “I see you got started without us.”

Jessica stretched her arms out, back and over her head. She really did have a fabulous figure, as her Spider-suit so often teased. Their host let out a soft, little sigh, enjoying the strain of the stretch. After a moment she let go and sank back into the couch cushions. Her eyelids fluttered open again and Ororo could see the glazed satisfaction in her friend’s eyes.

“Couldn’t resist, Ro. The man can be quite compelling. His tongue’s as silver as his eyes.” 

It was Karen who stepped forth first yet again, always the bold one. Though now her boldness came with a flare of impatience.

“So where is your superstud, Jess? Don’t tell me he’s late for his own party.”

“Oh, he’s still here. In the next room, actually.” The corner of Jess’ mouth upturned sharply. “With Diana.”

That gave them pause, Karen a bit more than Ororo. 

“Diana’s here?” The blonde glanced in the direction Jess had gestured.

“It’s her name on the lease, after all. She just came back from some hero business too. About an hour ago. Gone all day without her fix, so I’m afraid I couldn’t stop her from taking Lance aside for an… intimate discussion.” Jess seemed to enjoy letting the words hang there, dripping from her mouth. “It seems quiet now, but that’s because of the soundproof walls. Had to invest in those for our neighbors’ sake, you see. Though Karen should be able to hear them just fine.”

Ororo glanced Karen’s way, seeing the blonde go still. The rigidness going through her shoulders and back, the widening of her eyes, her supersenses were definitely picking up something.

“Yeah. Jeez.” Karen cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. “Quite the pair of lungs on her.”

“She is an Amazon.” Kory reminded them, laughing gently.

“So that’s it then?” Ororo found herself asking bluntly. Frustration had come to join the fray of all the feelings twirling in her gut. “We’re to just sit here and wait our turn?”

“Why wait?” Kory pushed back calmly. She strode slowly around to the front of the sofa, coming up to stand beside the lounging Jess. “The bedroom door is unlocked. And I don’t believe either of them will mind an audience… or an extra pair of hands.”

Ororo and Karen shared a look, with the mutant goddess almost giving in to the urge to roll her eyes. All the effort they’d put into their outfits, their hair, their make-up, only to be treated like visitors in line for a ride at the amusement park. Any woman with a shred of self-respect would have walked out right then and there.

It was that tiny voice in the back of her head that kept Ororo from leaving. The voice of her own damnable curiosity. The voice of every questionable decision she’d ever made. And looking over at Karen, it was a voice that plagued her friend as well.

The blonde was staring at the wall again - the wall between them gathered in the living room and Lance and Diana locked in their intimate discussion. Ororo saw the tension in her friend’s jaw… and the faint jitters rocking her hands.

“Well… We did get all dressed up.” Karen finally spoke.

“And we came all this way.” Ororo agreed without thinking.

“To not even meet this guy face-to-face…”

“It’d be a waste of an afternoon, wouldn’t it?”

Kory gave a little hop of joy - which did very distracting things to the rest of her naked body. She clapped her hands together, beaming even brighter than when she greeted them at the door.

“Oh, excellent! Lance will be so pleased to see you both!”

“So pleased he’ll throw you a one-man welcoming party.” Jess hummed with lazy delight. She stirred on the couch again, finding the strength in her bones to rise to her feet. Whatever this Lance fellow had put her through, Jess was still feeling the echoes of it. Ororo wondered then if she should feel anxious or envious.

She didn’t get much chance to think on that, since Kory and Jess quickly led them on to the bedroom door. There, Ororo could now hear the faint sounds of what was transpiring just beyond… voices, muffled shouts and the like. Through the soundproofed walls, no less! More than that, she could feel thumpings, vibrations through the floor. Like something was being impacted, over and over and over again.

Ororo breathed steadily, clutching her handbag in tense fingers. Diana’s intimate discussion must have turned into quite the ordeal. The mutant goddess dared a glance towards her kryptonian companion… and was struck by the sight of Karen flushed pink. A surprise to see from the proud, confident Power Girl… until Ororo remembered the woman had x-ray vision besides her super hearing.

Kory went to the door, looking pleased beyond measure. She turned the handle, pushing it open… and the door had only opened a crack before the full volume of Diana’s screaming split the air of the penthouse hall.

Ororo flinched, Karen sucked in a gasp, but Kory did not stop. She pushed the door open, wide open, letting all the screams pour out into the hall with them. They came like a flood, all the shrieks, all the curses and groans and whimpers, all the sounds of pleasure, all the stenches of sex, skin and sweat and slick and cum.

The music of feral fucking blared like thunder. But it was the sight of it that struck like lightning.

“Oh… my God.” Karen exhaled, shuddering.

It was Wonder Woman as neither Storm nor Power Girl had ever seen her before. The noble Princess of the Amazons was up on the four-poster bed, on her hands and knees, gripping the sheers for dear life, and she was getting fucked. Getting railed. Getting piped - and indeed ‘pipe’ was the proper word, if the fat, veiny thing Ororo saw stabbing in and out of that poor, poor pussy was any indication.

“Yes! Come on! Come on! Faster! You can go faster than that! Fuck me!”

The Amazon was shrieking her demands through grit teeth, knuckles bone-white as she made fists in the bedding, thrusting her ass back into her lover’s hips. She was drenched in sweat, her flawless, tanned body slick and glistening, her mane of shimmering black hair as wild and messy as Jessica’s - and balled into a man’s fist, letting him yank back on her head as he rutted into her.

It took Ororo’s breath away, the sheer absurdity that Wonder Woman would allow a man to do that to her. Even more that the Amazon looked to be enjoying it. Yet as Ororo’s gaze drifted towards Diana’s lover, she found herself faced with a newfound understanding.

The Titan. The Rookie. The new hero on the block. This was the man Jessica had wanted them to see. The man Spider-Woman was willing to share. The man whose cock Wonder Woman was begging for.

A godlike body cast in perfect bronze. Muscles packed onto his lean frame, proud and firm and cut like he’d been crafted from marble. If ever there was a figure made for their world, it was his. 

Good fucking God, what a body. And that… that cock…

The man was giving it to Diana in long, fast, powerful thrusts - long enough that he’d draw inches of himself out of her before ramming back in. Inches pulled free and still not unsheathed. The thought sent embers dancing through Ororo’s belly. Big. He was fucking big.

And he knew how to put it to work. Looming over Diana, he released her hair, clinging to her body now, reaching down to cup at those big, swinging breasts, all while his hips swung down hard and fast. A frantic, ragged pace that had his hips clapping against the Amazon’s ass, sending ripples through the flesh. A sight so beautiful even Ororo was entranced. 

The man’s thrusts came faster, faster, and Diana’s shrieks came louder and louder, until finally he sank down what looked to be as deep as either of their bodies would allow and the Amazon let loose a wail so strong and earsplitting it could have signaled anything but her ecstasy. The Titan let out a deep, beastly grunt as he sank his cock deep into Diana’s cunt, right to the balls. Ororo shivered, a blossom of fire making chaos in her belly.

The vision of Wonder Woman getting fucked and seeded burned into her brain forever.

Then the man sighed, content, and turned to flash his audience a friendly grin.

“Hey!” He gave them a wave - and with his other hand landed a playful spank on Diana’s reddened backside. A spank. He spanked Wonder Woman. “Jess told me she invited you. Glad you decided to drop by.”

“I… We…” Ororo had to stop and breathe. “We were curious.”

“I’m not surprised. Gossip about the new guy was bound to spread. You heard only good things, I hope?” The Titan put his hand on the small of Diana’s back. He gave a gentle push, sending the Amazon onto the bed - and sending her sliding off of his obscenely large cock. 

The sound it made as it slipped free of that well-fucked pussy was even more obscene, wet and slick and sucking like Diana’s cunt didn’t want to let him go. Ororo blinked, seeing that meat sway in the air, all smeared and glossy with fluid. The scent touched her nostrils even as she stood at the doorway- No, she was halfway to the bed now. She and Karen, both. When did that happen? Still, the musk tingled as it danced deeper inside, putting a lightness in her head. And out of the corner of her eye, she could see it was doing a number on Karen, too.

“We wouldn’t be here if we hadn’t.” The blonde somehow managed to say, though Ororo could hear the shakiness in her friend’s voice.

“No, I guess not.” Leaving Diana stirring on the bed, the Titan got to his feet. He wasn’t as tall as Ororo expected - she had imagined his height rivaled Thor’s, or at least Superman’s - and younger, as well. Magnificent as his body was, the rookie’s boyishly fresh face looked like he stepped off a college campus - or some beach in Athens. But that cock of his… That was a man’s cock. A god’s cock. And paired with the movie star smile he was wearing… “Sorry for not meeting you at the door myself. Diana needed some attention.”

“I can see that.” 

Ororo tried not to stare at his dick. Tried. She really did. But it was bobbing there, hanging under its own weight, so fattened it was, slick and dripping - God, there was a stream of fluid dropping from the tip. Was it cum, Ororo wondered, or something Diana had left behind? It was thin, so thin, like a drop of syrup spilling from the bottle-

“I rescued a bus full of kids today.” Diana’s voice broke Ororo’s sordid train of thought. The Amazons had turned onto her back, luxuriating in the echoes of her own ecstasy, wearing a small, satisfied smile as she looked upon the new arrivals. “I thought I’d earned a little celebration.”

“You don’t need an excuse to get some time alone with me, babe.” The Titan chuckled.

“I know. But it is fun to mark the occasion.” Diana stirred yet again, twisted that gorgeous body on the bed. She met Ororo’s eyes, showing the same deep-rooted pleasure that Jess had. “Hey, Ro. Hey, Karen.”

“Diana. You look…”

“Very fucking satisfied.” The Amazon finished, humming as she curled up in the sheets, uncaring of the mess she’d made of them.

“Huh.” Karen looked between Diana and the muscled young man who’d just rode her raw. “So you’re new boyfriend really is that good?”

“Why ask? You came to find out for yourselves, haven’t you?” Diana put the ball back in their court, drawing her gaze over them both. “Those are lovely dresses. A shame they won’t last.”

“This gown cost two thousand dollars.” Ororo said, suddenly getting a flash of good sense.

Diana only laughed.

“By the end of this night, I promise you won’t give a damn.”

Ororo felt a heat rising in her cheeks, anger and annoyance joined hand-in-hand, but it was fleeting. Snuffed out by the Titan’s disarmingly friendly look, hands held up to calm her. Or maybe it was the lines of his chest and stomach making for such a pleasing distraction… and the V leading down to his manhood, still hard and still twitching and still demanding her attention.

“Hey, I’ll be careful.” The Titan told her. “We’re all here to have a good time. I’m Lance, by the way. Lance Thorne.”

He offered his hand to shake. A well-mannered gesture… and utterly ridiculous when he was naked and rock hard. Ororo took it anyway, feeling a small jolt as their skin touched. His hand was warm, pleasantly so, and strong. Karen took his hand next, smiling in a way that told Ororo she felt it too.

“It’s… been quite the experience meeting you, Lance Thorne.” Ororo said to him. It was an effort to keep her voice steady. The scent of him was strong. Potent. God, it was almost making her dizzy.

“Yeah. I have a feeling we’re just getting started…” Karen mused, dazed like she was miles away. She was still reaching for Lance, though her hand had drifted lower, lower towards-

“Karen.” Ororo nudged her friend’s arm.

But the blonde didn’t stop. Her fingers drew along the top of Lance’s shaft, drifting over the wetness and the sheen, reaching the base before finally closing around him. It was narrowest there and still as thick as her wrist. Ororo’s heart quickened, watching as her friend began to stroke.

“I’m just touching.” Karen told her, not taking her eyes off the cock she held in her hand. “A girl can’t touch?”

The next feeling was hot and sharp in Ororo’s gut as she saw Lance grinning at Karen’s curious touch. Jealousy. Not a very becoming emotion for a goddess to have. Yet as Karen got a feel for the Titan’s big dick, Ororo found herself craving the same.

It was something in the air, making her body buzz, making her all warm inside. Making her want and yearn and need. Ororo needed it. She needed to get fucked tonight. Like Jess, like Kory, like Diana.

Before she knew it, her hand had gone to join Karen’s. Dark fingers and pale worked over the same cock, up and down the length of the rookie’s manhood. Together, Ororo and Karen felt the damned thing throb, felt it swell, felt it twitch and spasm like it was its own living thing.

“You always have to be the first, huh?” Ororo ribbed Karen as they pumped Lance’s cock together. The blonde threw her a daring smirk.

“Gotta be bold to stand out. Especially in our line of work.” She flipped her golden hair as she looked up at the man enjoying their attention. “So what about you, handsome? Are you bold?”

“Bold enough for Wonder Woman. And Spider-Woman. And Starfire.” His grin grew. On other men, it might have been insufferable. But on him…

“Ballsy fellow, this guy. Think you can handle us, too?”

“With a cock like this, he’s welcome to try.” Ororo purred - she’d hardly ever purred before. Could a hot body and a fat prick really get her so twisted?

The answer, apparently, was yes. The next moment, she found herself overwhelmed by the sudden urge to go down to her knees. An urge that also gripped Karen.

Storm and Power Girl. Power Girl and Storm. Kneeling before some greenhorn rookie cape, with his fat, juicy, dripping cock hanging between their faces. A nice, long, veiny rod swaying faintly over a pair of full, hairy, hanging balls. Together they were bigger than the palm of her hand. Ororo could only imagine all the hot, thick cum churning within.

“Look at you… Look at you…” Karen murmured in her daze. As before, she went first. The blonde darted forth, putting her lips to cock, kissing it first then letting her tongue come out to drag, drag slowly along the shaft. She moaned as she got her first full taste… and Ororo’s mouth watered as she watched.

The mutant goddess was not to be left behind. Those balls called to her so she answered. She pushed in, pressing her face into the Titan’s groin, letting the warmth of his body smother her, letting her nose get a full whiff of his musk - FUCK.

The tremble went through her whole body, right down to her bones. A strong, visceral reaction… but it wasn’t enough to stop her hungry mouth. She latched onto one of those gonads, sliding her lips around it, letting the bulb rest on her tongue. She sucked, humming around it, bathing it in her spit. She got it nice and wet, circling with her tongue, letting the drool thicken so she could swallow the flavor.

Oh, dear fucking lord, please-

Down between her legs, under her frilly white lace panties, Ororo’s cunt twinged with blistering need.

The taste of the Titan’s fat balls was joy itself… but for the heroine called Storm, it still wasn’t enough.

She needed that big dick. 

She needed it inside her. 

Ororo Munroe needed to get fucked.