Date: Friday, May 15th, 2011, 8:00 am
Location: Queen Mansion, Star City
I woke feeling entirely refreshed, the warmth of Thea beside me a pleasant weight. She was still asleep, looking so peaceful that I couldn't help but run my fingers through her soft, silken hair, letting the dark strands drift across my skin —a calming contrast to the morning light. "Mmmh, stop," Thea groaned, burrowing deeper into the pillow, her voice a muffled, sleepy complaint, barely audible. "Too sleepy, Lex. Wake me later."
I chuckled softly, a low rumble in my chest, just as a polite, yet distinct, knock sounded at the bedroom door. "Come in," I ordered, my voice a quiet command that always yielded immediate results from those around me.
Mercy entered, moving with a silent grace, a plate of exquisitely prepared food balanced in one hand. Her gaze landed on Thea and me, intimately tangled in the bedsheets, and a slow, knowing smirk played across her lips, hinting at shared secrets and deep complicity.
"Looks like someone had fun last night," she purred, her voice a low vibration that promised more delights, as she gently set the plate on the nightstand. She then glided to the bed, offering a quick, light peck to my lips. I wasted no time, turning my head to claim her mouth fully, pulling her lithe, responsive body onto the sheets beside me. "This changes nothing," I whispered, my voice rough with burgeoning desire, my grip firm on her hip, pulling her closer still. "You're still my woman, only more so now, irrevocably entangled in my every pleasure."
"I'm forever yours, Lex," she replied, a soft, breathless gasp escaping her as our bodies pressed together, a silent agreement.
Our kiss deepened, a fire igniting between us, and I felt my cock stir, quickening and hardening, responding to the raw, undeniable energy thrumming in the room. I threaded my fingers into Mercy's dark, flowing hair, tilting her head back, my following command a low, possessive growl. "Suck my cock clean, Mercy."
With a fluid, almost eager motion, she pulled down the sheets, the fabric rustling softly as my erection sprang free, pulsing with anticipation, fully revealed. Mercy's fingers, delicate yet firm, wrapped around me. Her thumb stroked the sensitive head while her tongue flicked out to tease my nipple, her dark eyes, full of intent and hunger, fixed on mine—a potent thrill shot through me, an electric current of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Once I was fully hardened, a taut, throbbing length, straining with readiness, she lowered her head with practiced grace. Her lips, warm and wet, closed around just the tip, a teasing, tantalizing suckle that promised complete surrender and deeper depths. Since we'd embarked on this journey, her oral skills had only sharpened, each session more intense, more exquisitely thorough than the last. I remembered her early struggles, the involuntary gags on even half of me, a faint, almost amusing memory now. She moved with experienced ease, a true connoisseur of pleasure, capable of handling everything I offered.
As Mercy worked her magic, a soft rustle came from beside me. Thea stirred, a low, drawn-out moan escaping her lips as she slowly surfaced from sleep. My gaze flickered to her just as her eyes fluttered open, then widened in sudden, stark awareness, fixing on the intimate scene before her. Mercy, still sucking the tip of my cock, her hand still pumping a steady, rhythmic motion, looked up, her gaze meeting Thea's across the charged space, an unreadable, almost challenging expression crossing her face.
Mercy's voice, smooth and laced with an almost predatory sweetness, cut through the sudden, heavy tension. "You look surprised, Thea," she purred, her eyes never leaving my throbbing cock, a hint of undeniable triumph in her tone. "Why don't you come over here and help clean up our man? It is technically your fault he tastes like this, after all."
Hearing Mercy's brazen, seductive challenge, feeling the combined weight of their intense, expectant gazes, sent a fresh wave of undeniable heat through me. My cock, already throbbing, swelled even harder, eager for more, a testament to the escalating desire. This was it—my first threesome in either life, with two stunning women who could grace any magazine cover, goddesses in my very bed. Thea, however, seemed utterly lost, her eyes wide, unfocused, and verging on sheer panic as she processed the raw scene before her.
Recognizing her daze, I saw that she desperately needed a decisive push to cross that threshold, and I decided to assert my will. "Thea," I ordered, my voice firm and low, leaving no room for argument or hesitation, an unbreakable command. "Stop staring and help clean up your mess from last night."
The words seemed to snap her out of her stupor. A deep blush immediately flooded her cheeks, spreading down her neck and chest. She nodded, slowly, almost imperceptibly, then reached out, her fingers, tentative at first, then gaining resolve, closing around my cock, joining Mercy's in a shared caress. Soon, I was gloriously caught between them, both women stroking me in a synchronized, mesmerizing rhythm that promised explosive release.
Their pink tongues were soon a blur, lapping at my cock, a dual assault of wet heat and vibrant sensation, an intoxicating dance. I could feel their agile tongues dancing around my shaft, the synchronized sensation rocketing me to dizzying new heights of pure pleasure. All at once, Mercy took my entire length in one swift, practiced motion, a testament to her mastery. Months of training her throat had clearly paid off; she swallowed me whole with an ease that was breathtaking, a deep, resonant hum vibrating in her throat. I remembered the early days when even half of me made her gag. Now, she consumed me completely, without a struggle, a true testament to her unwavering dedication.
Clearly not wanting to be outdone, Thea shifted positions, gracefully moving so she was in front of me and soon sucked on my balls, her delicate tongue swirling expertly around them. The two sensations were too much, a glorious, overwhelming overload. I quickly grabbed both their heads, shoving Mercy's mouth deeper to the root of my cock and Thea's face firmly against my scrotum, pulling them closer into the escalating ecstasy, demanding every ounce of pleasure.
I bellowed, "I'm fucking cumming!" as I unloaded a massive amount into Mercy's hungry, capable mouth. I shot load after load, hearing Mercy gulp down her morning meal, her throat working methodically, efficiently. After a few seconds, my body still trembling from the powerful climax, I released both their heads, allowing them to pull back slightly.
Thea looked as though she was about to complain, her lips parting as if to voice her disappointment about missing out on my seed, when Mercy, with a sudden, decisive move, grabbed her head forcefully and pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss. I watched, fascinated, as Mercy brazenly transferred whatever leftover semen she had in her mouth into Thea's. Thea swallowed everything, a flicker of surprise, then acceptance, crossing her face, and resumed kissing Mercy with a newfound fervor. After a few seconds, they broke apart, looking at me, both their eyes hazy with shared lust and a powerful, unspoken new connection.
Seeing both my women making out, entangled in their own passion, excited me once more, a fresh surge of potent desire. I took them both right there and then, demanding and receiving their fervent pleasure until every last drop of passion was spent. By the time we were done, two hours had passed, leaving us sated, intimately intertwined, and utterly breathless.
When I finally pulled myself from the bed, the clock already read 11:30 AM. I quickly showered, dressed, and then made my way to the Queen Mansion living room, the scent of expensive soap clinging to me. It wasn't long before both Mercy and Thea joined me, settling onto the plush furniture as we prepared to discuss the path ahead.
"Right now, I have all my men focused on your brother's last known location, Thea," I stated, my gaze meeting hers, conveying a quiet assurance. "I can't guarantee we'll find him, but I will exhaust every resource, every connection, to try. And don't worry about the reporters from this morning; I've already made sure that's handled with a firm hand."
Thea offered a weak, grateful smile and nodded, her eyes still a little distant, tinged with a lingering sadness. "I appreciate it, Lex. I truly do. I know you didn't really know him, but he's not a bad person despite his flaws."
"I know, Thea," I replied softly, my hand finding hers for a brief, reassuring squeeze, a gesture of unexpected tenderness. "I'd do this regardless because he's your brother, and you are mine."
She quickly wrapped her arms around me, holding on tightly, burying her face against my chest. We stayed there for a few silent seconds before she finally pulled away, a lingering warmth in her eyes. Once she let go, I shifted, moving on to the next item on my crucial agenda. "In a few weeks, I'll be hosting a gala that you both are already aware of. What you don't know, Thea, is that while its main purpose is to raise money for an orphanage, a noble cause in itself, there's also another, far more personal and significant reason I'm throwing this party."
Thea looked between Mercy and me; her curiosity piqued, her brow furrowed slightly in thought. "What's the other reason, Lex?" she asked, her voice hushed with anticipation, sensing the weight of my words.
"It's so I can meet up with the future defenders of our world," I declared, my gaze sweeping over both of them, a hint of something grander in my tone.
Thea looked at me, utterly confused, while Mercy sat there silently, a subtle knowing glint in her eyes. Mercy had been with me since the beginning, my most trusted confidante; she knew everything from the secret identities of both Superman and Batman to my extensive future plans for controlling this world and beyond, reshaping it to my will. The only thing she didn't know was who I truly was, my complete origins.
"Thea, you're now my woman, part of my inner circle, so I will eventually tell you more when the time is right, but for right now, you're not ready. Trust me. I will tell you in due time."
Thea pouted, her lips pushing out in a stubborn, not-satisfied expression, so I reached out and gently pinched her cute cheeks, a rare playful gesture. She rubbed where I had pinched, and I surprised her with a small, tender kiss, a soft brush of lips that left her surprised.
I then announced to her, "I will be heading back soon to Metropolis. Until I find a suitable replacement for you, Thea, I need you here to ensure Queen Industries is still running properly. Even though your brother was no longer in charge of Queen Industries, the sudden news of his disappearance would have definitely impacted its stocks and productivity, creating chaos if not managed."
She frowned, a clear ripple of disappointment crossing her face, hearing that she would have to stay behind.
"Thea, we are billionaires," I said, chuckling, trying to lighten her mood. "We can visit each other every week with our private jets whenever we wish."
She hugged me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist, and gave me wide, pleading puppy eyes, stating, "Yeah, but now that I have you, Lex, I want more of you! I want all of you!"
Seeing her like this, so vulnerable yet so determined, I tried to stay firm, but I eventually caved in, a small smile touching my lips.
"Fine, but you need to be absolutely serious about your work if you do it remotely. Don't be surprised if we start ending up on TV; reporters are relentless when it comes to stuff like this, especially where I'm concerned."
"Yesss!!!" Thea cheered, a pure, unadulterated burst of joy as she jumped up and pumped a fist triumphantly. Seeing her like this, so uninhibited and happy, was extremely cute and made me deeply glad she was now truly mine.
"Start packing some of your things," I instructed Thea. "Don't worry about anything you leave behind; we can always get more. I need to be back in Metropolis as soon as possible."
Thea simply nodded, then rose and headed out of the room. Mercy, who had remained seated, eyed me curiously. "What's so urgent that you have to rush back?" she pressed.
"Research."