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Cassie now started sucking Titus’s engorged cock with a sexual need she'd never shown to Kon, devouring it like it was the only thing that could ever satisfy her. This would've seemed insane to her an hour ago… it still did… but now the insanity brought with it vulgar abandon, passionate delirium. She opened her mouth what seemed like a shocking amount to offer Titus uninhibited access to the space his prick needed.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as her mouth and throat filled with his angry red erection. “Ggghh!”

Karen's excitement was at a fever pitch, watching from the adjacent room. Three of her fingers were deep in her cunt, stoking the sexual flame she burned in. She moved them at the same tempo with which Titus was possessing Cassie's mouth. Karen only wished that the fingers sliding along her quivering inner flesh were Titus’s… or maybe Cassie's, as they shared her, as they taught her the real joy in obscenity.

“Yesss,” she trilled. “Suck his cock, girl. Suck that big cock like the whore that you now are!”

Her legs couldn't hold her anymore. Karen sprawled out on the table, her legs wide open to avoid touching the camera between them. She pulled her gown up over her lasciviously shimmying belly, its sweaty weight something she couldn't let interfere with how she was letting her eager fingers fulfill the needs of her cunt.

Her hips jerked and twitched with her self-pleasure, making the table creak on its legs. Her body was as lost in the lewd act that Cassie was performing as Cassie herself was. Her legs kicked with every pass of her fingers on her clit. She felt herself throbbing from within, her climax drawing closer and closer.

It was tied to Titus’s pleasure, growing as he raged with his own enjoyment, his muscles tensing with how Cassie's madly sucking mouth serviced him. His face contorted with an approving leer, using Cassie's opening as he saw fit, petting her tousled hair in a clear show that he regarded himself as master of the rest of her too.

Cassie was intoxicated with how Titus was treating her, completely and totally given over to how it made her feel. She didn't feel like herself; this was an entirely new side of her. The more she indulged this part of herself, the more it seemed to take over. She'd never had so much wildness within her, thrashing like a madwoman with all these sensations that felt so forbidden. All of her consciousness centered on the thick member that seemed to throb from her lips to the pit of her stomach.

From behind the glass, Karen fervently watched every drop of sweat that coated Titus’s body, every possessive thrust of his hips into her wide mouthed face, every grunt of pleasure from his twisted lips.

Cassie sucked hard, her mouth adhering to whatever it could touch. The wide base, the bristling veins of the shaft, even the drum tight head when he pulled it back. And when he pushed it to the back of her throat, Cassie received it with pure sexual greed. There was too much sensuality in her for the throbbing cock in her mouth to feel anything but good. So incredibly good!

“Hrrgh!” Titus groaned, his orgasm close, making him burn with its sweltering heat. His body ached with how taut his corded muscles were, and he rammed all the lust he felt down Cassie's throat.

The feeling that tore through his body was violently intense, like an earthquake only inside him instead of under his feet. He had to let it all out and the only place for it was between Cassie's graciously given maw.

“Here is your reward!” he roared, eyes bulging. “See what wonders your service merits!”

As enticed as she was by the knowledge that Cassie’s lovely face was now receiving Titus’s offering… she could hear it gurgling in Cassie's swallowing throat… Karen also wished it was her being fed such a precious thing. She wished Titus would move on to her cunt, where her wetness was flowing in preparation for the sexual bliss that would usually follow the use of her mouth. But now that was Cassie's. Karen only got to watch, well knowing what the girl was experiencing.

Thick hot seed filling her mouth even fuller than the phallus had. Gagging as Cassie realized just how small her mouth was compared to Titus’s potency. Coursing down her throat as that potency demanded a receptacle, even if it suffocated her.

But the wanton lust inside her thrummed with the proof of how Titus had enjoyed himself. She drank happily, thrilling with every gulp of evidence that she'd gotten him off… taken all she had to to satisfy him.

Titus heaved with delight while she milked his prick, feeding her until Cassie's passion hit its apex and she came herself. Buffeted by the turbulence of Titus’s all-consuming desire.

“Hhhaa!” Titus cried in release, his cock glowing with the joy of the white river flowing through him, into Cassie’s slender throat.

“Babbeee,” Karen gasped, carried along by the intensity of Titus’s fulfilment the way Cassie had been. Wishing only that he could hear her orgasmic mewling and know she was coming too.

With stroking, twisting fingers she made her inner walls flare into pure pleasure, wetness cascading over her folds and pistoning fingers. Settling on the table under her in a warm pool, satiny and slippery and matching the languid contentment she felt inside.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, exhausted, her voice at an ebb that barely produced sound, yet she had to vocalize her passion regardless. “Oh God, God, so lovely. Oh, my Titus. You and that lucky girl. Lucky, lucky…”

And even with her delirium burnt out, her eyes stayed on the glass, not wanting to miss one working of Cassie's endlessly subservient throat.

Finally, after explosion upon explosion, all three satiated bodies felt their wild releases drained out of them. Titus sagged under the weight of all he'd experienced, while Cassie slipped to the floor, half unable to believe what she'd done… even as she felt it heating her belly like a smoldering fire.

In the other room, Karen turned the camera about to face her splayed body. She wasn't satisfied yet, but she soon would be. Largely thanks to the thought that, after reviewing the footage, Titus would receive another reminder of the first follower of his perfect cock.

Closing her eyes to picture Titus without the girl, she reached down to reawaken her womanhood.

***

As Cassie recuperated from putting so much energy into her passion, Kon stood in front of Lilith's apartment. He'd gone home to wash up and change, then checked the Titans database for her address. She lived in Beverly Hills, an area that replaced the natural beauty of his native Hawaii with posh elegance. It made him feel out of place. He knocked and saw the peephole cover open up.

“Who's there?”

“It's me, Kon. You know: Superboy?”

There was a brief pause, then Kon heard the bolt retracting. The door opened up.

Lilith wore a jersey that seemed barely big enough for her; not only revealing every curve of her supple body, but clinging to every rounded inch.

“This is a surprise,” she said with an arched eyebrow. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

She moved aside to let him in and Kon entered, trying not to show his apprehension.

Cassie would hate to know I'm here, he thought. But then again, she's the one who wanted me to give these Nirvon guys a chance.

He relaxed a little at that. Even the room's extravagance didn't throw him off anymore. The decadence around him was a convincing argument that these Nirvon people weren't following a real religion.

A series of mirrors decorated the walls, but they'd been painted on. Translucent paint that made the mirrors like stained glass windows, injected with the reflections of onlookers.

“I did the paintings myself,” Lilith said, clocking the attention he paid to them. “Ever since I discovered Nirvon, I've had so much more energy. And plenty to say as well.”

“They're good,” Kon offered. “I just don't understand what they represent.

Lilith laughed lightly. “Why should they represent anything? They can just be something I find worth remembering.”

She openly stared at his tall, muscular body, shown off more than hidden by his tight and fashionable clothes.

“The way you clearly find me worth remembering.”

Kon turned back to her and was once more shocked at her loveliness, perfectly displayed by what she wore and how she held herself.

Then he remembered himself. “I got curious about your beliefs. And who better to find out about Nirvon from than you?”