Party Hardy

"Oh come on!" Green Lantern shouted as Power Girl grabbed her father's hand and flew off, "How did that even work?"

"My father works in mysterious ways." Cassiopeia smirked at the man.

"Don't worry, Green." Calliope laughed as she locked her breasts around his arm, "Let's go grab your pals, Red and Black. I'm going to teach you little boys how to party."

"Hey, what was…" any inquiry Hal intended ended when Calliope pulled him along back to Metropolis much like the prior pair.

Cassiopeia eyed the Superman, who reeled back a bit at the attention and raised his hands.

"I'm in no mood to 'party'." he shook his head, "Especially not when my city is in need of rescue work."

"You misunderstand." Cassiopeia denied his conclusion, "I do not party. I fuck. And now is not the time for such things."

The pale woman turned her gaze upon the damaged city and crossed her powerful arms over her heavy chest, "The humans must be assuaged. They were just attacked by an alien god and his army, and saved by an alien god and his army. The Klyntar will coordinate rescue and rebuilding operations, but will require direction and a friendly face at the head of the effort. They are not the most pleasant of creatures to look upon."

If Wonder Woman and Superman felt counter to the stern woman's claim as a 'friendly face' they kept their peace, but a small growl of disapproval emanated from her black regalia.

"Oh quiet you. It's not my fault that your species prefers exaggerated predator traits." she shushed and turned to face the floating pair, "Defend me briefly, I will be stretching my consciousness to move the Klyntar to zones in most need of them."

"Open Inner Eye

Gate to realms and spaces of higher consciousness

Close my eyes and grant me true sight."

Cassiopeia's chant came with a series of hand gestures and the formation of a sanguine mandala over her forehead, the central eye opening as she closed her physical eyes. Over the next few minutes, she circled both her hands in the air many times while generating red sparks, and telepathically commanded the horde of symbiotes to the areas of the world in the greatest need of them.

The correlation between most damage and the greatest concentrations of disabled Parademons left behind by the rapid retreat of Apokolips forces after Darkseid's withdrawal served her purpose. The advanced nanocyte monstrosities provided wonderous hosts for the Klyntar, who easily pieced their broken bodies back together and repaired and restored the beings to a state of life.

The complimentary power sets resulted in a fusion far more powerful than the sum of its parts. Hulking adaptable biotech tanks bearing her father's influence in both resistance to magic and other forms of reality warping. Hyper Lethal and capable of converting sentient lifeforms into brand new Klyntar-Demons through the mystical New God technology working in tandem with the Klyntar's natural abilities.

She could covertly drop a company on a major hostile planet and return a century later to find a fully converted population and a freshly built War World. The Klyntar offered a path to her father's dream, but a blank and tasteless one. Universal peace and prosperity meant nothing to the Symbiotes, who produced no native art, music, and culture of their own. They existed to benefit and take benefit from host species.

Much like her father the Symbiote Hive both the original and the new enhanced version exist to make the universe a better place for others. As such, converting all life in the universe to Klyntar-Demons was off the table… for now.

After all, who's to say whether or not they may choose in the future to completely cannibalize a universe or two for resources to the benefit of another chosen universe. Her father only wanted to make a single perfect Utopia after all, everything else only provided perspective, knowledge, technology, and resources.

Cassiopeia finished both her coordination work and musing simultaneously and turned the powerful pair of heroes, "Lets go get our hands busy helping in Metropolis."

The trio flew back across the bay to begin their very public rescue and relief efforts.

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I should feel bad dumping my daughter with all the post fight PR duties, but as I drove into Kara Zor-L's perfect pink snapper I lost any capacity for thoughts that moved past the soul stealing softness enveloping my cock. Note I said snapper - the diminutive of snapping pussy - a specific type of pussy with some special extra muscular control that will give you a nice grab when you need one. Kara took that mythical treasure of femininity and like all decent things Kryptonian slapped a big fucking S on it and made beyond belief super.

I am the primordial god of the abyss and even I feel like I am about to have my whole being drawn through my cock and lost in the infinite wet warmth of this woman. This quim had me hearing colors and tasting sounds, and when she spasmed in climax I screamed. Not because she turned my cock to paste with a sudden loss of control, but because I came so hard I thought I had a heart attack.

"Holy fuck! Is it always like that?" I huffed as I collapsed on top of her.

"What? I thought that was you." she gasped and shuddered with after quakes of ecstasy.

"Then we must go again, for science." I declared as I pinned her knees up by her shoulders.

"Fuck science, wreck me!" she shouted as we got back to work.

How? I thought. How the fuck am I supposed to wreck a Kryptonian sexually? I already had the All-Black and the rest of my combat Symbiote suite reinforcing the building and furniture with Uru, Vibranium, and Adamantine, and I'd gained a limited self shapeshifting from my Knull powers, so my dick was on point exactly for what she needed.

Two dicks it is.

"Fuck! More!" she shouted as I plugged both her holes, leaving me with quite the fucking conundrum.

I am slamming her hard enough to crater a city with every thrust, up both her ass and her pussy, while simultaneously working her nips and clit telekinetically, and telepathically massaging her whole consciousness.

What the fuck is more at this point?

And then it came, in my hour of need, the All-Black. My partner leapt onto my back, filling me with every ounce of strength possible, and together we delivered Kara Zor-L to the promised land. She bucked, screamed, and squirted hard enough to cut through a man made of steel. And then she collapsed bonelessly under me.

"Kara?" I asked.

"Kara?" I repeated.

"Kara?" I said again as my fingers pressed on her neck.

"Oh shit!" I shouted in panic, feeling neither a pulse, nor any mental presence within her.

I fucked Power Girl to death!

Oh wait, there is the heartbeat. So faint and infrequent, but it was there.

Thank fuck.