Kon’s Creation, Kon’s Recreation (Patreon)

“I got it!” Kon cried, jubilant in victory, diving for the Crown of Thunderbolts and managing to catch it just before it shattered on the ground. “Ha-ha! Superboy one, guys who want destruction of all reality zero!”

“Superboy, be careful with that!” Wonder Woman warned him, reaching out cautiously to take the Crown into her own safe grip.

“Why would a guy want to destroy reality anyway? Where else are you gonna keep your stuff?” Kon wondered aloud.

Power Girl stepped up next to Diana. “Superboy, don’t be an idiot! That Crown hasn’t been worn since the creation of the cosmos! It wasn’t meant to be touched by anyone but a deity! One stray thought could rewrite all of reality!”

“Oh, relax. This isn’t my first cosmic canker-sore, but if you want it, here, all yours.” He held it out to Karen, who shrank back, her breasts jostling with the sudden movement.

God, she’s hot when she’s angry. Be great if a guy could just touch those things as often as she showed them off. Not that I’d want every Tom, Dick, or Harry to be laying his mitts on those—I’d never get a look at them! But if it were only certain people… and I was one of them… oh, hell yeah, that would be sweet…

THE FORM OF THE NEW UNIVERSE HAS BEEN DECIDED. LET US SEE, MORTALS, IF IN YOUR ARROGANCE AND DESIRE TO PLAY GOD, YOU ARE CAPABLE OF CREATING A GRANDER WORLD THAN THE ALMIGHTY.

Diana gave Kon a look.

“Well, at least I didn’t let it fall,” Kon said defensively.

***

Kory let herself into Kon’s bedroom, finding him snoring loudly. Next to him, three groupies laid in the bed, the covers drawn up around their waists—or they would’ve been, if the women were oriented with their feet to the footboard and their heads to the headboard.

As was his practice, Kon slept naked. He had kicked the covers off his body and Kory looked over what was revealed with an appreciative smile on her plump lips.

He lay on his back. His hard-muscled chest rose and fell with every breath. It pleased Kory to look at him, but it pleased her even more to see his enormous morning wood. Despite all the efforts of his fawning fans, his cock had recovered better than ever from its exhausting labors. It rose straight up, towering over his curly thicket of pubic hairs, casting a massive shadow across Kon’s broad chest.

Kory stared at it fondly, glancing away once at the alarm clock. It was nearly seven and time to begin their day. But there were advantages to rising early. For now, she had Kon all to herself. Hunger filled her eyes, outpacing even her fondness.

She took one last look at his huge erection, knowing she’d be in no position to admire the delicious sight of it once it was distending her lips or filling her cunt. It very nearly sated her just to look at that luscious tool, but her appetite was ever-rapacious, quick to surpass her old lusts and launch her to new heights of desire. Now the only thing that could satisfy her was exactly the sort of fuck that she got exclusively from Kon.

Kory reached out, grasping the swollen length in her fingers and running them up and down the hardened power of it. It pulsed in her hand and she grasped it more firmly, though between its girth and how it quaked, she could barely get her fingers around it.

Kon mumbled in his sleep, but kept lying there, insensate and unaware. Those groupies had been good for something; they’d left Kon well-satisfied at the end of the day.

But it was a new day now. And he was so hard, so good and hard. That cock can fill me up so much, Kory thought to herself. Even now, I’m never quite sure that I can take it all. But she was determined to have a little fun before she had to share Kon with anyone else.

Lowering herself down to the mattress, Kory restrained a titter as her voluminous hair brushed against some of the nubile beauties Kon had accumulated before falling asleep. She dropped her head to his crotch, breathing in the dull miasma of orgasmic juices and male musk that told her how thoroughly Kon had used the women sharing his bed. Then she thrust out her tongue and slowly ran its tip around the bulbous end of Kon’s member.

A pearly drop of precum shone in his glanshole. Kory licked it away, laving the little slit with her tongue to be sure another such delicacy was on its way. Kon mumbled more strongly, slowly swimming back towards consciousness.

Kory didn’t want to wake him up too quickly, but she knew there was no remaining insensate through the pleasures she was giving him. She slid her mouth down over his swollen cockhead, her lips stretching wide—she’d been lucky enough to receive years of practice in how to attend a massive prick like Kon’s.

She bent even lower, her breasts pushing into the mattress and compacting, making the bedsprings creak as they had to accept as much compression as it took to make room for Kory’s voluptuousness.

She didn’t waste the space she took up. Kory sucked in half of Kon’s erection, making a deliriously tight suction around it with her sharp teeth leaving faint red lines along his girth. Kon yawned, his eyelids fluttering open while he looked down to see the object of his, of everyone’s sexual fantasies, now sucking him off.

“I had one hell of a dream,” Kon muttered, unable to think of what else to say. “Some douche was trying to rewrite reality, but I got to the reality rewriter first, only I accidentally rewrote reality a little myself—” He saw Kory bob her head up and then down, again and again, taking more and more of his thick cock into her gaping mouth with each trip. “Goddamn, that feels amazing…”

Kory’s mouth was filled with his masculinity. She couldn’t say anything, but she purred, the sound reverberating deep into Kon’s dick, signaling her contentment as if any more evidence were needed than her animated, extravagantly pleased face.

She reached down between her legs and touched herself, taking full advantage of how aroused it made her to mouth Kon’s massive endowment. Kory got hotter, feeling that rigid cock between her lips. Her free hand went to Kon’s scrotum, recharged after his night with the bimbos, feeling full of roiling cum.

She squeezed it for a moment, then moved her fingers to one of her own proud breasts. Turning to the side so that it came up from underneath her and then she was free to pleasure her own sensitive flesh, moaning and trilling around Kon’s big dick—sure that he himself knew how good it felt to knead her well-sized mammaries.

“Holy shit, Kory, you’re so going to make me come,” Kon said in a hushed voice, as if awed by how deep Kory was taking his cock, how much she was enjoying it. He reached down to Kory’s thick mass of ginger curls, petting and tracing the fine swirling locks in an attempt to show Kory how much he appreciated her ministrations. “Oh yeah, harder, baby girl! Make me come, make me shoot right into your mouth.”

Kory’s sex was already beginning to overflow, sugary juices matting the fleecy hairs of her crotch. Her fingers dimpled one plump breast, then went to the other one, leaving her nipple pointing outward, hard and stiff.

I could never get enough of this, Kory thought to herself, inhaling Kon’s aroused musk with each breath. She slid her lips up and down, covering every single inch of Kon’s stiffness, feeling it quiver with excitement at each little movement.

Kon’s breath came out in labored gasps and he arched his hips, holding his cock even deeper in her mouth than she’d already taken it.

Kory’s green eyes danced with amusement at Kon thinking he wanted her to swallow his member anymore than she wanted to swallow it herself, but she obligingly tried to pitch her mouth faster from the base of his cock to the sweltering tip. Pumping her face up and down on his prick like he would ream her snatch if they were in the middle of coitus.

Sucking in her cheeks, Kory gently drove her teeth into the crown of Kon’s erection, just enough to press the taut skin inward. Kon groaned fiercely, reaching out to grab hold of Kory’s head through her curtain of thick locks.

“Oh shit, shit,” Kon kept moaning, watching Kory’s curvaceous body undulate, his eyes speeding on a repeating racetrack from her distended mouth wrapped around his hard-on to her hand down at her pussy, satisfying herself. “Hold yourself open. Show me your cunt. I gotta see how wet you are.”

Kory did exactly as he asked, spreading her labia lips to show him her glossy interior, her clit poking up hard and throbbing.