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The Superboy Shuffle
🕑 Added 2020-07-06 17:01:00 +0000 UTC
Kory sat cross-legged on the fur-skin rug in front of the fireplace. Her robe was in the Kryptonian style, but no Kryptonian that she knew would wear it falling open in the front, letting the fire’s heat touch her breasts and belly and between her womanly thighs. She sweat where the warmth lay into her, and that made her imagine a tongue slowly licking at her body, following the motions of the flames that came up from the pile of logs. With Kryptonian technology, she could throw a switch and be inundated with heat, transform this room into a summer day, but she preferred the traditional way. The same way she preferred making love to taking a tension relief pill.
And speaking of… her husband came in from the cold looking snow-blind, punch drunk. It had been his idea to move to Tamaran’s Polar north, where the chill approximated his native Krypton, and Kory didn’t mind where they lived. There was something wonderfully naughty about wearing heavy coats and furs on her naked flesh, cuddling in bed with her Kon against the oppressive, scintillating cold.
Yet Kon looked at Kory for a few moments as if he didn’t recognize her, blinking his eyes and staring at her like she might be a figment of his imagination! Kory stood, flaunting herself. As imaginative as her Kon could be, she was sure she put his wildest fantasies to shame.
“Starfire?” he asked in a quizzical tone. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you, of course. And for the hot chocolate to be ready.” Kory bounced on her heels, undulating her perfect body in and out inside the loose sheath of her robe. “Starfire… is that a new pet name? I like it, husband.”
“Husband…” Kon said, his words trailing off as though he meant to say more, but couldn’t think.
Kory took in his attire. He was wearing the colors of the House of El, but in a thrilling way she’d never seen before. It wasn’t as skimpy as Tamaranian attire, of course, which she’d only persuaded him to try on a few times, but it was skintight, a thin material that she’d say was flattering his hard muscles and the bulge between his legs, if she didn’t know from brief, tantalizing glimpses how his anatomy was in no need of flattery. It was, however, in constant need of being shown off. She approved tremendously. If only his newfound exhibitionism extended to touch and not just to sight…
“Have you been shopping?” she asked him.
“What?” Kon looked down at his clothing. He also wore something like fur—cured leather on his upper body, over the skintight bodysuit. It hid some of his thick arms and broad back, but couldn’t disguise the formidable outline of his manly body. It looked like just the thing for Kory herself to slip on while they were cuddling, after they’d had a little fun, as Kory would wear the hide of any beast she conquered. If only Kon were willing to be her conquest... “Oh… yeah, I guess…”
“Fun, isn’t it?” Kory teased. She stirred the pot of milk and cocoa. “Go change into something more comfortable, Kon-El. We’ll have hot chocolate in front of the fire. That’s the second best way to warm up on a cold night, you know.”
***
Kon took one last look at Kory—pink robe, bare feet, and long, long legs that weren’t concealed at all until practically her waist—and he had a hard time not jumping on her and pressing his swelling prick into her voluptuous ass, her curvy breasts, or anywhere, really. It was obvious she was stark naked under that robe, which was only tied together at her groin, leaving her belly and her cleavage and all but her nipples really bared in the wide vee that hourglassed out of where it was cinched. Not to mention those legs. She was taller than he was and a lot of that was leg—long, perfect leg—it looked like she could break his back if she wrapped those around him. But how else would he like to go out, fighting Doomsday? No thank you!
Forcing himself to leave the living room, he wandered around until he was hopelessly lost, still quivering all over. This was a big place. It looked like Kal’s Fortress of Solitude, but with a totally different floorplan. And he had a hard enough time finding the bathroom in Kal’s place anyway.
What was going on? Last thing he remembered, there’d been one of those hella crises they got sometimes. He’d tried to pay attention—something about Darkseid, as usual—but these things never seemed to make too much sense, so he left all that to Tim. Tim never steered him wrong on what to hit.
Besides, when you had one of the superhero conventions in town, it was a prime opportunity to ogle some babes. Zatanna had gone back to fishnets, Power Girl had been in a fight which had torn away her cape, leaving that sweet ass on full display with a little tear in the rear of her costume, tempting him with just how much that tear would fray, trying to hold in that bodacious ass until she could get her costume fixed. And shit, if she could just bend that fat ass over…
Everything got a little hazy after that—concussion or something, which was nothing new—and he’d woken up in some kind of flying car. Thankfully, it was on autopilot. He’d gotten out, thinking it had brought him to the Fortress, only he’d never known the Fortress to have Starfire lounging around like J-Lo about to go to bed, calling him her husband. If it did, he’d spend a lot more weekends there. Titan Tower could get screwed.
“Pardon me, sirrah, but are you lost?”
Kon looked around. Sure enough, there was Kalex. And Kon had no idea how, but it still sounded like a chirpy British guy even speaking in Kryptese. “Kalex, thank God. I don’t know what’s going on, but, hey, you’re still programmed to serve humans, right?”
“What is a human, sirrah?”
“Never mind. You’re supposed to serve me, right?”
“Yes, sirrah. Very much so.”
“Okay, you mind telling me what’s going on? What is Kory doing here? And where can I get changed?”
“Follow me, sirrah.” The little floating drone hovered off, like a Christmas ornament on an invisible branch. “The time is seven-oh-hundred. The temperature is twenty-one degrees. It is Klurnsday the twelfth in the month of Kunescence…”
Kon groaned, even as he followed Kalex. Helpful as always… “I don’t need a status update, K-man, I need to know… wait, Klurnsday? Kunescence? This isn’t Earth, is it?”
“What’s an Earth, sirrah?”
“Never mind. Just tell me where the hell I am?”
“You’re on Tamaran, sirrah, of course!” Kalex bobbled, sure it had given Kon a good answer.
“Tamaran?” That explained Kory, he supposed. Not that anyone with a body like that needed to explain herself too much… “What the heck am I doing on Tamaran? And what are you doing on Tamaran? I’ve been to Tamaran a few times; they’ve never mentioned having any contact with Krypton…”
“Accessing historical records.” Kalex held still, causing Kon to nearly run into him. Lights in the little robot’s chassis flashed different colors. “Entering exposition mode. Sixty-one years ago, the planet Krypton was in a state of cataclysmic upheaval. Your grandfather, Jor-El, surmised that the planet would not be safe for continued habitation.”
Kalex zipped back into motion, still noodling on, and Kon scrambled to keep up with him. “What is this, a walking tour?”
“Having convinced the Science Council of the impending disaster, Jor-El led the Kryptonian people’s search for a planet they could evacuate to. Eventually, the planet Tamaran agreed to take in the refugees in an alliance against hostile races such as the Gordanians and the Psions. The Kryptonians’ scientific acumen and the Tamaranians’ warrior traditions made them a formidable combination.”
Kon came to what was evidently his bedroom, judging by the way Kalex stopped and hovered at the door. He went in. It looked cozy enough. If Kory was his wife, Kon guessed she slept here too. It did seem to have a bit of a woman’s touch going on.
“Oh. Cool. That all sounds like an alternate reality, Hyperspace kinda thing. Been there, done that. Thanks for the Wikipedia entry.”
“I was not finished, sirrah.”
Kon went to what would’ve passed for a closet back at the Arctic Fortress, finding a selection of Kryptonian robes and suits and he was pretty sure one of them had puffy sleeves. There was a trace of Tamaranian influence—those jeweled studs and purple straps he was very familiar with from scholarly study of Starfire’s costume—but all in all, everything looked about as easy to put on as Cyborg’s Robocop cosplay. And he wasn’t about to ask Kalex for help dressing himself. The bot was still prattling on.
“After Jor-El’s retirement, leadership of the Kryptonian half of the alliance passed to your father, Kal-El, and his wife, Lyla Ler-Rol. Sensing the possibility of racial tension between the two communities of the planet Tamaran, he encouraged intermarrying between Tamaranian and Kryptonian to solidify the alliance. As prince of the House of El, you were encouraged to be matched with one of the ruling families of Tamaran. You found Princess Koriand’r appealing—“
“Yeah, no kidding,” Kon said. He found something like a kimono, which even he could figure out. Screw it, that’d have to do. He stripped off his old clothes, which were pretty rank anyway after all the fighting and physical exertion. “Hey, K-man, where’s the shower?”
“Shower, sirrah?”
“You know… how do people get clean around here?”
Kalex extended a nozzle and blasted Kon with something between fire extinguisher foam and the Tubby Custard Machine.
“Ah! Fuck! Cut it out, Kalex!”
Kalex extended another nozzle. This one blew the soap suds off him with compressed air, which seemed to suffice. When it was over, Kon did feel clean. Even his hair felt less greasy. But man, what kind of race was okay with their showerhead talking to them? He guessed the Tamaranians were kinky enough to be into it and the Kryptonians were too proper to find anything weird about it. He was stuck in the uncanny valley of missing a good shower. Imagine poor Kory, not being able to have herself a shower scene, just getting this weird… carwash!
Kon shrugged on the kimono thing. “Yeah. Thanks, Kalex. You think you could build a shower?”
“What is a shower, sirra—“
Yeah, yeah. “It’s like a glass stall. Water comes down from overhead and drains into a hole in the floor. You stand under the spray and wash yourself with soap and shampoo.”
“Soap, sirrah? Is that a Tamaranian concept?”
“Yeah. They should have something like that. You rub it onto your skin and then you wash it off?”
“With the water?”
“Yes! With the water!”
“That seems inefficient, sirrah.”
“It all depends on who you’re doing it with. Trust me, the other me will thank you for it.”
“The other you, sirrah?”
Kon tied the robe shut. “Just forget about it.”
“Sirrah—“
“I said forget it. Why am I talking to you when I’m married to frickin’ Starfire?”
***
When Kon came back to the living room, Kory’s green eyes widened immeasurably. Like her, he wore a robe with nothing underneath, nothing to keep his cock from stiffening out the front of his robe and standing out for Kory to see. The only light in the room came from the flickering fire Kory sat beside, on the rug of some alien beast she’d probably hunted down herself.
“Kon-El! Aren’t you going to put on… all the rest of your garments?”
“Why?” Kon asked her—he’d kinda figured the kimono was just one part of something that would have him looking like a Warhammer 40K character when he was done putting it on. “It’s just us.”
“But you’re barefoot. Aren’t you getting cold?”
“Why don’t you warm me up?” Kon retorted.
Kory’s lips parted moistly.
“That hot cocoa smells good. I could use some,” Kon continued.
Kory served them both in thick mugs as Kon sat down beside her, to enjoy the flames on his bare skin, though he thought he could feel more warmth radiating off of Kory. Married to Starfire, prince of all Krypton, robot butler… whether he was in a parallel universe or had just taken a hard crack on the noggin, Kon was liking the way things were going.
He stole glances at Kory’s long hair shimmering in the firelight like it was flame itself, at the bare feet that seemed emblematic of her innocence and femininity, at her girlish profile with the adorable nose and the full, sensuous lips that dominated her face every bit as much as her all-green eyes.
Feeling his eyes on her, Kory laughed self-consciously, as if she were getting drunk on the cocoa, becoming giddy. Her sex was throbbing, had been throbbing ever since she saw Kon with his chest bare and his naked legs, both dark with manly fur. She kept wiggling her toes and giving Kon flirtatious glances, most especially at his muscular chest. And that which she couldn’t see despite how open his robe was—the nakedness underneath his robe. She had never been this close and intimate with her husband before… he was so cold, so distant… and she was surprised at how much this political marriage now aroused her. Just when she’d been resolved to breeding through those abominable matrixes…
“What are you laughing about?” Kon asked her.
“Nothing,” Kory said coquettishly. “Why? Is something funny?” She brushed her painted toes against his foot.
Kon downed the dregs of his mug. Kory refilled it for him, leaning low as she poured, letting him see into her robe as it hung open. Kon nearly choked. It wasn’t like Kory was modest back home, but this—this was insane!
Okay, reality check, Conner, Kon told himself. Just because you got blasted into another dimension doesn’t mean you’re really married to her. And maybe this is all in your head and you’re having the best dream ever, but can you afford to take that chance? Pretending to be someone’s husband so you can rail them—that’s low. That’s really, really low.
“Is something wrong, husband?” Kory asked. “You look tense. Don’t you like the cocoa?”
“It’s delicious,” Kon assured her. “I suppose I just, uh, have a lot on my mind.”
Kory put down her mug. She crawled behind Kon to massage the muscles of his back. “Relax,” she told him.
Kon felt himself melting, his head drooping forward. Then again, Kory was the sort who probably would’ve given him a massage back on Earth, if Cassie didn’t kill him for it. So what was the harm in enjoying it here? It was practically the same thing as enjoying the hot cocoa she’d fixed…
“You’re all tightened up,” Kory said to him. “Why don’t you let your robe down so I can really go deep?”
“How… how deep do you want to go?” Kon squeaked.
Kory pulled the robe off his shoulders. “I like for it to go as deep as possible,” she simpered.
Kon sat there naked from the waist up, his robe fallen around his midsection, covering his legs. He should’ve been cold, but Kory’s soft, warm hands were more than a replacement for the robe’s coverage. They stroked the bare flesh of his upper back and shoulders.
“You’re really muscular, Kon-El. More muscular than I had realized.”
“Call me Kon,” he said unthinkingly. “What… what do you mean… you hadn’t realized I was muscular? We’re married, aren’t we?”
“Kon,” Kory said, trying out the word. “We’re not in public. We don’t have to pretend.”
“Pretend?”
“You and I don’t love each other. We don’t even… enjoy each other’s company. You have your work and I have mine. Our marriage is a political convenience. You’ve made it clear that the best we can hope for is peaceful co-existence.”
“I have?”
Kory laughed harshly. “Are you trying to turn this around on me? Remember our wedding night? You made it clear that you didn’t expect this to be a, a biological marriage, you put it. I got the message, Kon. I’ve tried to make it work, tried to be friendly… We could have that, at least. Friendship. But you’ve made it clear you’ve wanted nothing to do with me—some rutting, overly emotional Tamaranian…”
“I’m… I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way.”
Kory took her hands away from his flesh, hugging herself instead. “The shame of it is, I think we could be very happy together. That’s what our families intended. And you’re very handsome… noble… brave and daring when you lead our armies in combat. It wouldn’t be such a sacrifice to build a relationship with you. But it’s clear I don’t appeal to you at all—no matter what that stupid robot and his official public records say!”
Kon turned around, grabbing Kory’s wrists. “Kor, no, that isn’t it at all. I was… I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to do something you don’t really want to do. But if you truly want this…”
Kory stared at him, wholly taken with scrutinizing his face for the truth in his words.
For his part, Kon didn’t know what she’d find. So she was trapped in a loveless marriage and the other him was some limp-dick stick-in-the-mud? That was a different story. Maybe he could give these two the kickstart they needed to have themselves the healthy sex life that two, let’s face it, incredible foxes deserved. And if he was stuck here forever, no point waiting before he started giving Kory the loving she deserved. And if this was all a dream, fuck it, he’d change his sheets first thing in the morning.
Comments
Shendude
This is excellent! Though..."sirrah" is something one says to an inferior?
