R-18:The Gathering of Desire: A Night of Divine Indulgence l

A ripple of energy spread through the grand celestial hall. The moment had arrived.

The divine gathering had reached its final moment, the air thick with cosmic energy and unrestrained desire.

The goddesses, the queens, the heroines—women of impossible beauty and cosmic power—stood in anticipation.

The very air trembled with an intoxicating mix of jealousy, desire, and reverence.

They had gathered, as they always did, for a night of unparalleled indulgence—a ritualistic surrender to the one man who could satisfy them all.

Tonight was sacred. Tonight was indulgence incarnate.

And there, at the heart of it all, stood Kal-El.

The Golden God.

His presence alone was magnetic, exuding an aura of virility and dominance that none of these celestial women could resist.

His towering form, sculpted beyond mortal comprehension, pulsed with sheer strength.

The hard outline of his muscles were a testament to his godlike physique—broad shoulders that seemed to carry the weight of the multiverse, a chest that rose and fell with the slow, steady breaths of a predator in control, and arms capable of holding all of them without strain.

His piercing icy blue gaze swept across the assembled women, filled with both affection and insatiable hunger.

Tonight, he would claim them all.

And they would surrender.

The Unveiling of Goddesses

Lois Lane,the Queen of Earthly Beauty, was the first to step forward.

As she always did, claiming her right as the one who had known Kal before gods, before queens, before cosmic abstract entity.

She was breathtaking.

Her mature curves, honed by years of experience and passion, radiated confidence and seduction.

Her voluptuous soft melons pressed against the tight fabric of her gown, her hips swaying with a tantalizing rhythm as she approached Kal.

A knowing smirk curled her lips—she had been through before countless times.

She knew what was coming.

"Enough talking," Lois murmured, her sultry voice sending a wave of shivers through the crowd.

With a deliberate motion, she slipped the straps of her gown off her shoulders.

The fabric pooled around her feet, revealing her glorious naked form.

Her full, perfect round breasts sat high on her chest, their plush perfection impossible to ignore.

Her toned waist curved into wide, child-bearing hips, and the elegant length of her legs—smooth, flawless, designed to be worshiped—made even the goddesses pause in admiration.

Aphrodite let out a soft sigh of appreciation.

Perfection.

Her confident, mature beauty radiated as she pressed against him, her full breasts molding into the sculpted perfection of his chest.

Her lips parted, her eyes dark with need.

Kal's strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her with ease, as if she were weightless.

His mouth claimed hers in a deep, consuming kiss, their tongues dancing in a war neither wanted to win.

His hands trailed down her back, cupping the fullness of her generous hips, squeezing, pulling her against him.

Lois moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his thick, raven hair.

"Mine," she whispered against his lips.

Kal chuckled, his voice rich with amusement and promise.

"Always."

Kal's gaze darkened, desire flashing in his ocean-blue eyes.

Lois reached for him, her fingers grazing the firm ridges of his abs, trailing lower, teasing—

But she was not alone.

One by one, the goddesses followed.

Hera, Queen of Olympus, her emerald eyes burning with pride and lust, undid the golden clasps of her robe.

As it slid from her shoulders, she stood in all her divine mature beauty—her massive, motherly boobs defying gravity, her wide hips and thick thighs carrying the regal essence of a queen who had ruled for millennia.

Her full breasts swayed with her every step, her toned stomach leading down to the ample swell of her hips, her legs sculpted with the grace of a goddess who had known power and luxury in equal measure.

"You think yourself a hunter," she murmured as she reached him, her fingers trailing along his jaw.

"But you are also the hunted, Kal-El."

Kal smirked, letting his hands trace the curve of her waist.

"Then catch me, my queen."

A collective shudder ran through the gathered women. The challenge was set.

Aphrodite was next, the Goddess of Love and Desire, and when her robes fell, she was art itself.

Aphrodite's divine form shimmered as she let her robes fall from her shoulders, revealing a body sculpted by desire itself.

Her breasts were perfect, full and heavy, with pointy cherry peaks that ached to be worshipped.

Her waist dipped into a sinfully smooth curve, flaring into hips that could drive a man mad.

She stepped forward, her golden curls cascading over her shoulders, framing her ethereal face.

"I hope you have enough energy, my love," she purred, brushing a delicate hand over Kal's broad chest, her nails raking lightly against his skin.

"Because I do not intend to be gentle tonight."

From the shadows, Nyx, the embodiment of the night, approached.

Her obsidian skin shimmered with galaxies embedded within, her dark, endless eyes locking onto Kal with celestial hunger.

Her lips, dark and full, parted slightly as she reached for him, trailing her fingers along his arms, marveling at the sheer strength contained within them.

"The stars have whispered of your hunger, Kal-El," she murmured.

"Tonight, I will see if they spoke the truth."

A voice, rich with motherly warmth and divine authority, joined them.

"I will not be left behind," Demeter chuckled, stepping forward, her mature, curvaceous body an invitation to indulgence.

The fertility goddess exuded warmth, her big breasts heavy which defy gravity, her hips wide, her thighs thick and strong.

She radiated abundance, and Kal could feel the pull of her essence as she pressed herself against him, teasing, testing.

Then, a presence that made the room still.

Lara Lor-Van, the mother of the golden god, and Alura In-Ze, his Kryptonian aunt, moved with quiet grace, their noble beauty untouched by time.

Their robes fell, revealing the full splendor of Kryptonian perfection—bodies sculpted by genetics and divinity, their curves as intoxicating as any goddess in the room.

Their gazes, filled with love and forbidden desire, locked onto Kal's.

"You are no longer a child," Lara murmured, brushing a hand down his chest.

"You are a man."

Alura's voice was softer, but no less commanding.

"A man worthy of worship."

Kal took a slow breath, his blue eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers through every woman present.

The desire in the room was overwhelming, thick enough to drown in.

Then came Diana, the Amazon Princess, discarded her armor, revealing the peak of feminine strength.

Her toned belly, her thick, athletic thighs, her perky, high breasts—she was a warrior designed for pleasure as much as battle.

She slowly came Together with her mother and aunt who are also equally beautiful with more milf aura.

Talia, the Shadow Queen, smirked as she stepped forward, her hourglass body a masterpiece of lethal seduction.

Selina, the Cat, traced a teasing finger along Kal's arm, her petite yet busty frame pressing into him, deforming her big boobs.

Harley, the wild beauty, giggled as she peeled away her tight outfit, revealing her pale, flawless skin and delicious curves.

Also came poison Ivy, Barbara Gordon, Raven, Zatanna, Black Canary, Vixen, Kate Cane, The Huntress Helena, Hawkgirl, Starfire, Donna Troy, Stargirl, Power Girl, Wonder Girl Cassie, Phantom girl, Saturn girl, Mary Bromfield, Nura Nal, Big Barda, Princess Projectra, Cheetah, Dawnstar, Rose Wilson, Elasti Girl, Mera, Cassandra Cain, Amethyst-Princess of Gemworld, Lady Blackhawk, Jesse Chambers, Iris West, Thara Ak-Var, Boodikka, Carol Ferris, Phantom Lady, Killer Frost, Giganta, Circe etc and other girls each in their first birthday naked form which was dream come true for any DC cultured man.

And then at last came Kara, his beloved cousin.

The Supergirl.

She was perfection in motion, her youthful tight body, her full chest, her firm, plump rear, every inch of her sculpted by Kryptonian genetics to be irresistible.

The sheer variety of beauty surrounding Kal was overwhelming.

Thousands of cosmic queens, goddesses, Kryptonian womens, Amazons, and heroines except the endless sisters stripped bare before him, their nude bodies shimmering under the celestial glow of the hall.

**Soft, large-mid-small breasts, toned stomachs, wide hips, long, sculpted legs, flawless feet pressing against the cool marble floor—**

It was a sight no man in existence could hope to witness.

Except Kal-El.

Because they belonged to him.

After The First Kiss – The Beginning of Chaos

Lois again pounced on Kal.

Her lips met Kal's in a kiss that burned with years of passion.

Her hands roamed over his powerful chest, nails digging slightly into his flesh as she pressed her naked body against him.

Kal responded instantly, his hands claiming her hips, his grip strong enough to remind her—she was his.

Lois let out a shaky moan, her large breasts pressing against his rock-hard torso.

Kal deepened the kiss, his tongue conquering hers, dominating her, owning her—

And then—

Another pair of lips pressed against his neck.

Hera.

The jealous Queen wasn't about to be left behind.

She ran her hands down his chiseled abs, reveling in the sheer power beneath her touch.

Then Aphrodite joined—her hands squeezing Kal's massive biceps, her voluptuous breasts pressing against his back as she kissed his shoulder.

Lara, his mother and Alura, his aunt also gone for both of his thighs one for each, pressing their massive soft boobs against his thigh.

Occasionally brushing his hard big cock which has taken a very very big shape.

More hands, more lips—

Diana nibbled at his ear, Kara wrapped her arms around his waist, Hestia pressed her warm body against him, Selina whispered naughty promises in his ear—

It was an assault of pure feminine desire.

A storm of divine beauty, passion, and overwhelming need.

Kal's hands roamed—squeezing Aphrodite's ass, caressing Diana's thick thighs, trailing up Hera's smooth back, cupping his mom and aunt's soft milks—he was claiming them all, touching everything that was his.

Lois moaned against his lips, arching her back as Kal's hand cupped her full breast, his thumb brushing over her hardening peak.

She shuddered, her body melting under his touch.

And then—

The clothes came off.

Kal shed his suit, his divine physique revealed in all its godly glory.

Every muscle, every ridge, every powerful inch of him stood bare for his women to see.

Also a massive shadow of something very frightening for normal girls, even for goddesses was shown openly.

Gasps filled the Hall room.

Aphrodite's lips parted in awe.

Diana's blue eyes darkened with hunger.

Lois smirked, having already worshiped this form countless times.

He was theirs.

And tonight—

They would take him.

To Be Continued…