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Weekend at Darkseid's: Commissioner's Cut (Originally by The Amphioxus)
🕑 Added 2020-06-14 22:00:00 +0000 UTC
Prologue:
***Apokolips***
Misery is known to acquaint one with strange bedfellows, or so the saying goes. The threat of Trigon had taken Earth's Teen Titans all the way to the depths of Apokolips, of all places. They sought an alliance with the God-despot Darkseid.
Starfire, the one who suggested the possibility of enlisting the aid of Apokolips, had mentioned how more than one world had managed to arrange a mutually beneficial alliance with the New-God in the past. In the end, such a powerful ally might end up being worth the risk, and the group decided they had to give it a try.
After a combative arrival, the group of young heroes managed to get negotiations started with a measure of success. Though evil, Darkseid was bound by a strange sense of honor, and unlike most villains, he could be negotiated with.
To all but the Tamaranian Princess' surprise, the Titans were welcome to stay on the dystopian planet as honored guests, with access to luxuries most of its inhabitants lacked. After the young woman spoke with Darkseid himself, some of them were even invited to stay in the royal palace during the timespan in which negotiations were expected to take place. Thinking better than to insult their host, the Teen Titans accepted.
***
“What makes you worthy of Darkseid’s attention?” he asked, his voice guttural, booming. Despite the cadence being that of a whisper for any other man, the husky sound seemed to rattle the bones of Kory’s skull.
She stood in the tyrant’s red gaze, already underdressed, her luxurious hair doing more to cover her than her short boots or armguards. Her costume was the usual Tamaranian attire, a set of panties that caressed her wide hips, seemingly destined for motherhood. At the waist, the scant fabric ran in parallel straps up her taut belly, covering her voluminous breasts before joining with a bejeweled collar.
The whole affair added up to little more than a one-piece bathing suit, or rather a two-piece, simply with the top half transliterated to the straps that connected collar and bottoms, rather than running horizontal. It was surely the bare minimum of fabric that could cover her voluptuous body and still be considered less than obscene.
So Koriand’r was well-used to sexual gazes—the looks of men planning, fantasizing the uses they wished to put her lovely body to. There was none of that fuming impotence in Darkseid’s stare. He seemed to knew he could have her: his arrogance as firm and understated, yet overwhelming, as the rest of him.
And Darkseid did eye her with insidious strategy, seeing in her sexual pleasures for them both that it even shamed free-spirited Kory to have projected onto her. He did not just wish to possess her, as so many did. He wished to dominate her. That, it seemed, was his chief pleasure and his chief weapon would be what he could make she herself feel. There was too much confidence in his level gaze for it to be otherwise.
While the thought of submitting to him was taboo enough to be humiliating, that wasn’t enough to dissuade her. Kory was too strong-willed, too promiscuous. If he could truly make her enjoy it as much as his silent, monomaniacal stare suggested, she would welcome it. Taboos always seemed to make for the best sex, after all.
So thinking, Kory pulled the straps of her costume to either side of her GG-cup chest. They easily slipped back to her ribs when her freed breasts thrust forward and pushed aside any hint of covering, showcasing even more the fine golden hue of her skin, too exotic to be mistaken for human upon any close inspection. Her breasts were also on the edge of believability—large and firm, preternaturally high, but obviously real. With each shaky breath Kory took, they bounded with real weight, betraying no artificiality.
Darkseid’s glowing red eyes seemed to smolder at a deeper intensity, growing hotter—wanting to possess her more. Kory felt a swell of pride in her body. Even this self-styled New God was not immune to her charms.
“The appeal of your body is abundant,” Darkseid boomed, silken lust covering his rough voice. “You do well to show it so openly. But do you have the skill to work such a divine body as befits its beauty?”
Kory made no move to hide her nudity, even as her nipples became engorged, hiking up with bloated fervor as Kory took one heaving breath after another. “One could ask the same of you, only as of yet, you haven’t revealed your own body’s… appeal.”
Darkseid chuckled, once, a sound so dark it sucked all other sound into its wake. Then he reached down his armor to the codpiece and wrenched it off, revealing himself in full.
Kory’s breath caught and her all-green eyes widened measurably. Although she’d suspected that Darkseid had the skill to back up his smug confidence, now she saw he had the physical capability as well. As overpowering as the rest of his towering body. A masculine zenith to match the unsurpassed exuberance of Kory’s femininity. She gasped in air. Despite her fine physical condition, she could not draw a breath deep enough to return her to calm.
Darkseid’s stoic look bent as much as it could into cockiness. “If that satisfies your high Tamaranian standards, let us see if you can raise to mine.”
Kory moved to undo her collar, wishing to save what little there was of her scant but valuable clothing before it was riven from her body.
01 - "The vanishing Kory"
"Kor..." Raven whispered, poking her head into the chamber assigned to her friend inside Darkseid's enormous estate. There was scant light inside, and little more than the outline of the bed could be seen with clarity, draped with silky covers which by the looks of it, remained untouched.
"Kory? Are you in here?" Raven spoke, more loudly this time, as she stepped into the room fully, leaving the door ajar.
The place appeared all but intact. Starfire's bag sat on a corner, barely touched. The bed had been used no more than the bathroom was occupied, and there was little to indicate that the Tamaranian Princess had spent more than a few moments there.
She's not here? Where would she go in this place? Where could she go? Raven pondered, sensing that the urge to speak with her friend which brought her here was perhaps born out of a deeper intuition, and that something nefarious might be at work.
"I knew we shouldn't trust Darkseid! Or anyone in this accursed world, for that matter!" she whispered, clenching her fists.
There was, after all, no reason for Starfire to be missing then and there. Contacting the other Titans might prove folly, however, if this was all mere misunderstanding. Worse, it would jeopardize the reasons they came to Apokolips in the first place. Ultimately, there was only one thing to do.
I have to find Kory myself and make sure she's alright. By Azar, I hope my fears are mistaken.
***
Kory’s plump, gorgeous lips—as curvaceous as the rest of her shapely body, met with the craggy bedrock of Darkseid’s mouth. Contrary to appearance, the tyrant god was organic, his epidermis hard but with some give that made possible and even pleasant their kisses and caresses.
He was cold, though. His hands like the touch of ice during exotic foreplay, coupling surprisingly well with her own feverish body heat as he cupped her massive breasts in his equally large hands. It was the first time that Kory found her overendowed chest met with an extremity big enough to truly fondle it, and Darkseid did with an enthusiasm belying his stony exterior.
His tongue visited her mouth and she sucked on it like an ice cube after finishing a cold drink, even digging her teeth into the firm contours of the appendage, to no reaction from Darkseid except a quickening of his vast, monolithic chest. He showed his passion for her to be deep and ravenous, making Kory’s womanhood moisten with surprising ardor.
Darkseid had demonstrated every capacity to be a good, even outstanding lover. Now he demanded everything of Kory, all her submission, even her pleasure, though that seemed a mere afterthought—a side effect of his dominance over her. Yet, she felt a desperate urge to deliver herself to him, to yield as thoroughly as she had ever surrendered to anyone. And her desire for him outweighed the passion she felt through his rocky hide.
With their bodies conjoined, his big arms caging her to his mammoth chest, Kory was primed to feel the cruel laughter that went through the tyrant and penetrated into her.
02 - "Finders & keepers"
Raven thought it was night; it felt like it anyway, although it was impossible to tell on Apokolips. The palace seemed empty, and it was eerily dark and quiet, lending it the quality of late evening if such a construct was located on Earth. All the more reason Starfire was to be expected to be in her room, readying for rest, like she herself did just before her decision to venture into the Tamaranian's chamber.
The walls inside Darkseid's palace were a match for the man. Made of bare, dark rock, the design was simple, yet oppressive. The halls were cold, contrasting with the stifling heat just outside, and almost all illumination came from the fire pits found there, which burned beyond the tall, glassy windows. As Raven moved silently, she was followed by the gigantic outline of her frame, drawn in shadows over the rough textures of the stones.
I recognize this area. she thought, looking about, pacing ahead. We passed through here when we came into the palace. I think there's a meeting hall nearby.
Uninhabited as such, this royal edifice was disturbingly akin to a tomb. She tip-toed from one corridor to the next, scanning for signs of life, though these seemed scarce. Although normally she would suppress her empathic senses in a place as despairing as this, now she reached out with them—and felt a tangle of emotions, some of them recognizable as Kory’s by the vehemence of their intensity. There was fright, pain, and sadistic pleasure, a sick enjoyment that she could only imagine Darkseid’s minions feeling as they did something unspeakable. She turned her head toward the source of the feeling so quickly that her hood came down off her head.
Inside that lifeless husk of a building, hundreds of yards away from where she stood, on the other side of an enormous high-ceiling assembly room, there shone a light. Her eye caught it by sheer instinct; that first glow that issued from somewhere inside the place since she started her search. When she looked at it head-on, she could see, even from such a distance, the bright outline of a semi-shut doorway. Clinging to walls, she raced towards it.
It was hard to recognize them at first and even harder to keep her composure when she did, but Raven could hear mumblings when she drew closer to the source of the light. A woman's voice, soon recognizable as Kory's, came from the room just beyond that sealed door.
"Kory!" She hastened, holding herself back from rushing in, just in case it might endanger her friend further. It was quite evident the Tamaranian Princess was not alone in there! Raven held her breath when she reached the entryway, leaning to the wall and positioning her face so she could peer inside the illuminated chamber through the crack existing between it and the metal door.
The room inside was obviously some manner of assembly room, like the big one Raven had just crossed; only this one was small, meant to entertain a small gathering, as opposed to the former, which could hold entire armies. Burners illuminated the place, evenly spread over the side walls, all the way to the one opposite the door, whereon a huge fireplace was likewise alight. Over the ground, an intricate red carpet decorated the floor, and atop it, there sat a hefty-looking table made from the same stone as that of the building itself, circled by tumbled chairs, as if a struggle had only just happened in there. Over that setting, however, what stood out most immediately was the pair of occupants therein.
Starfire was on her back over the table, squirming, her long limbs outlined by the glow of the fire. Darkseid towered over her, running his hands over her body, his hips placed with precision against both the edge of the table and between the Tamaranian woman's thighs!
Aghast, Raven could not wait another moment. As soon as her mind registered what transpired, she charged inside to help her companion! "Get away from her, monster!" she yelled, calling up her eldritch powers and preparing to send her most withering spell at the dictator’s craggy face!
Comments
Kyle Reese
Watch trigon vs darkseid they have it on youtube trigon walks over darkseid no problem thats in dc cannon now.
Shendude
Hot, but not really my cuppa.
Shendude
That sounds like nonsense to me, but eh, not interested in having VS Debates.
Kyle Reese
Like the story especially the descriptions of Starfire. My problem is typical nerd problem I just saw justice league dark and darkseid can’t even bruise trigon in a fight.
