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Kon liked driving. He loved flying, of course, but it was a hassle to keep a secret identity while flying everywhere. And getting behind the wheel of a Thunderbird was just fun. 

So was flying, yeah, but chicks could be weird. One who wouldn't be carried anywhere would happily ride shotgun. It was prejudiced. Kon wondered if he should film a PSA. Plenty of people had died in car accidents; who had ever died from being dropped by a superhero?

But as he reached his subdivision, those trivial thoughts dropped away. Now he only looked forward to having dinner and having Cassie again. They still felt too young to be married, but as superheroes, they spent so little time at home that it only felt right to buy a house together and not worry about a roommate who wasn't in on the secret identity.

They'd only lived together for six months, but they'd been so happy that Kon felt a little like he was getting the happy childhood he'd never had. Only this was better than childhood, because his dick was bigger than it would've been if he were a kid. And when he did want to get married, he felt like Cassie –getting more lush and desirable everyday – would make the perfect wife. Just thinking about her made his cock stiffen.

Go ahead and get hard, little buddy, he thought. With a little luck, we'll get you into Cassie as soon as I get home. A guy has to appreciate having someone like her to come home to.

In the time it took to reach the driveway of his one story bungalow, his ardor hadn't diminished at all. He went inside. Usually Cassie would be in the kitchen, right where his stiff prick was pointing, but she wasn't in there today and there was no food on the table. For a moment he was put out. 

Was she off in costume? If there was something to superhero about, the routine was for her to call him so he could pull over his car and fly off to be with her. Maybe she was sleeping? She wasn't the type to indulge herself with a nap, but maybe she'd gotten all verklempt over one of her books and she'd needed to cry herself to sleep.

He went into the bedroom. Yeah, there she was. Cassie laid on the bed, a silk nightgown on her gorgeous body, talking on her phone.

“Yeah, Mom, I got it this morning. It looks fascinating. I'm going to check it out first thing in the morning. Thank you for sending it.” She rolled over and saw Kon in the doorway. “Oh, Mom, Kon’s here. I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, once I get back.”

She hung up the phone and sprawled invitingly under Kon’s towering height.

“Hello, doll. That was Mrs. Sandsmark. She wanted me to call her as soon as I got it.”

“Got what? “

Cassie reached over next to herself on the mattress and picked up a letter. “It's this group Mom got involved in. They're trying to bring the teachings of the Amazons into the modern world. It's called the Sign of Nirvon. She's really taken to it and with her vouching for me, I can skip all the stuff they use to weed out the weirdos and meet directly with the source. Isn't that great?”

“Great?” Kon repeated. “Great would be a hot dinner and some fooling around now that we're both home. Who wants to bother with some New Age nonsense?”

“Nonsense?” Cassie looked hurt. “My mom wouldn't write to me about nonsense.”

“Your mom's not the best judge of these things. Didn't she go to bed with Zeus?” He started taking off his dirty work clothes and the very dirty superhero costume under them. 

“You have a problem with women hopping into bed with someone who looks cute and comes on strong?”

“No, but there's having a fling and then there's moving into a commune, dressing in burlap robes…”

“Kon, if you're going to be cynical all the time, you could miss out on some real worthwhile spirituality. Inner peace, becoming a better person…”

“Babe, I'm a superhero. I save people everyday. How much better can I get? And how much better can you get? You look just like a fantasy that's about to come true…”

The thoughts he'd had in the car still in the back of his mind, Kon took her in his arms and saw how much he could improve her looks with kiss after kiss on her exposed skin. His cock surged and stiffened, while her bare skin flushed like it was warmed by his attention. The cool silk of her nightgown felt just as good as her heated skin. He pulled her into him, making her feel the desire that was blasting his irritation away. After a long day away from her, now he wanted to pack twenty-four hours of fucking into however long she'd give him. He'd go all night if he could.

His mouth hotly claimed hers and his tongue demanded everything past her lips. He became even more excited when he replaced the thought of her body with the feel of it, even more enticing somehow under the flimsy covering of the sheer nightgown. Kon moved his hand underneath it, probing between her legs, and found she hadn't bothered with the panties that would usually give her a grace note of modesty.

“You're right, Kon…” Cassie moaned. “It is my turn to fix dinner.”

“You look good enough to eat. I'll stick with you,” Kon growled, and sent his forefinger through the fleecy concealment of her pubic hair. Into the hardening clitoris, ready to serve him by giving her pleasure. And right underneath, the fleshy lips that'd let him inside her. The last, best delight of the awe-inspiring body he so loved to explore.

Despite how lovably enamored Kon was with her, Cassie didn't feel her usual matching receptiveness rising up to meet his advances. She always enjoyed the way he seduced her… he was the first and only man she'd taken to her bed and she was totally uninterested in her sexual experience going beyond him.

And yet… she grew suspicious of how he was so disinterested in spiritual matters, so much more interested in the pleasures of the flesh and all things material. It made her feel guilty, like she was indulging him in avoiding life's deeper pleasures in favor of shallow, surface level thrills.

Two fingers slid inside her, seeming to rush in with the throb of her arousal like an echo of the pangs from her clit. It didn't feel as good as it usually did. When they did get married, would she be able to put a rein on his pornographic impulses? 

“Kon, you shouldn't… wait…” she muttered as his fingers hungrily searched inside her, seeming to look for and find her weaknesses–pleasures in spite of herself.

“I shouldn't want to fuck a juicy pussy like this?” Kon whispered in her ear. “You're talking crazy, Cass. Talking like you don't know how hard I'm gonna make you come…”

But the next thing he knew, she had pulled away from him. “Kon, this isn't right. We can't do this.”

“What are you talking about? What else should we be doing?”

“Kon, I'm a demigod. If it weren't for the gods, I wouldn't be here. And you want me to ignore that so we can just have sex again and again?”

“Well, Cass… if it weren't for sex, you wouldn't be here either.”

“I know it seems odd to you, but you remember how much it meant to you to get a Kryptonian name? Religion, spirituality… that's the same thing for me.”

“But Superman knew about Krypton. This guy just wants to sleep with groupies and get money.”

“You don't even know him!” Cassie picked up the letter and tried to show it to him. “He writes so eloquently.”

“Look, if Zeus were here now, he'd want us to screw. Guy throws lightning bolts at stuff he doesn't like. You don't need to meditate to figure him out.”

“Just because you have a one track mind doesn't mean everyone does!” she cried.

“And just because you're a deep thinker doesn't mean everything is deep!”

“Fine! I'll make things simple for you! You can make your own dinner and you can fuck yourself!”