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The Titan 7
🕑 Added 2024-10-18 01:57:30 +0000 UTCChapter 7:
– Titus –
Hippolyta gave both Diana and me a knowing look as we finally made our way to the main area of the feast. Diana, as always, held her head high, completely unashamed, while I could feel my face still burning red. I tried my hardest to keep my... arousal from showing again. Surrounded by so many nude women still, it wasn’t easy.
“Relax,” Diana whispered with a smirk. “One of your new sisters will bite... unless you ask some of them too.”
I shot her a glare, but she just laughed softly, clearly enjoying my struggle. I had a super body with super stamina and I was now learning I didn't stay soft for very long…
At least the delicious smells of many types of roasted meats filled the air, distracting me and pulling me out of my embarrassment. The Amazons didn’t hold back when it came to feasts. The tables were piled high with ribs, pork roasts, and other meats that made my mouth water.
“Are you going to eat, or stare?” Diana teased, nudging me playfully.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Grabbing a plate, I dug into the food with gusto. The juicy ribs practically melted off the bone, and the rich flavor of the pork roast was enough to distract me from my earlier... distractions.
As I wiped my hands on a napkin, I caught Hippolyta watching us from across the table. She smiled at me. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked with a hint of amusement. “You clearly were enjoying yourself with Diana earlier…”
I swallowed quickly, trying to keep my cool. “Y-Yes, I did enjoy–I mean–I am enjoying myself.”
Diana chuckled beside me. “Don’t let her tease you. She doesn’t really care what happened between us. Mother and Antiope enjoy themselves with each other frequently the same as we did.”
I gulped at that information. “Aren't they blood sisters?”
Diana quirked an eyebrow at me. “So?”
“Damn, that’s hot…” I said and Diana giggled. Hippolyta merely smirked at me and walked over to another group of women and started chatting with them. I found myself staring at her bare naked ass as she walked away.
I felt like this island of beautiful women was starting to corrupt me…
The feast continued for a few more hours, and as the new prince of Themyscira, I was the center of attention. Many Amazons came over to talk to me, some more eagerly than others—just as Diana had warned. They asked about where I came from, my thoughts on Themyscira, and how I felt about my new role–whatever it even was. While I did my best to answer everything, it was clear they were sizing me up and I know I struggled in some places.
Despite the fact that every single woman on the beach was not only beautiful but also completely naked, I managed to keep my cool. Well... mostly. To be honest, I had to discreetly tuck things away a few times to make sure no one noticed me popping a random boner. Thankfully, no one seemed to catch on, and I somehow made it through the night without embarrassing myself.
As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the feast began to wind down. Diana approached me. "You did well tonight," she said with a warm smile. "I think the others are starting to accept you."
I let out a small sigh of relief. "Thanks. It’s definitely been a... unique experience."
She chuckled. "It’s not that unique, we play many sports in the nude as well," she laughed as I groaned.
The feast on the beach came to an end. I followed the royal family as we made our way back to the palace. Since I didn’t have my own bedroom yet, I was staying with Diana for the night.
As we reached her door, Diana turned to me, catching the look on my face. "You’re wondering if I’ll keep my promise, aren’t you?" she asked, her lips curving into a teasing smile.
"Was I that obvious?" I asked while trying not to stare too intensely at Diana. She was still completely naked.
Diana gave me a knowing look. "Don't worry, I don’t mind your staring, and you did very well during the feast so you deserve a reward." With that, she opened the door and gestured for me to enter, a hungry look in her eyes.
I followed her inside her room…
– Diana –
Diana smirked as she grabbed hold of Titus' large cock and led him over to her large lavish bed, one of the amenities afforded to her as the princess of Themyscira.
Glancing back over her shoulder at Titus, she bit her lip, realizing this was happening again. The outside world may be shocked by her relationship with her own son, who was created from half of her own DNA by a mad scientist. But Diana couldn't fight her strong attraction to Titus. He was everything she desired–handsome, powerful, caring, the whole package.
"You're already so hard, Titus," Diana purred, stroking his impressive length, easily 10 inches and so thick!
"I can't help it, Diana, I can't stop looking at you," Titus admitted. Diana felt the same intense pull towards him.
She had pleasured him orally just hours before and now she wanted even more. Titus was precious to her and she wanted to be the one to help him graduate from his virginity. She would teach him things other girls only wished they knew!
Diana pushed Titus onto his back on the bed. His manhood stood tall and proud above his chiseled physique. "I think you deserve a special reward," Diana said, feeling her thighs slick with arousal.
Titus gulped at what she was obviously implying. His eyes were laser focused on her pussy lips. Diana couldn't help but crack a smile at the excited and needy look on his face.
Diana crawled atop Titus' strong body and straddled his hips, her silky hair cascading over her bare shoulders and full breasts. She gripped his thick shaft, positioning it at her eager entrance. She was ready to mount him.
“Are you ready, Titus?” She asked him. His cock was throbbing and twitching in her hand
“Yes, Diana! Please!” Titus begged.
Diana braced herself and took a deep breath. Slowly, she sank down, taking his large cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. A moan of pleasure erupted from her lips as she bottomed out. Her perfect ass rested on his strong hips for a moment.
"Titus..." she breathed his name, savoring the feeling of it on her lips as he filled her up. She could hardly believe how perfect he felt inside of her. Her walls clenched down on his shaft so tightly.
“Fuck! It's so good!” Titus groaned, his cock twitching eagerly inside her.
“Better than my mouth?” Diana giggled teasingly.
“Yes! Please move, Diana!” Titus begged her.
Diana did as Titus asked, slowly rising up and down on his thick, throbbing cock while biting her lip from the sensations. The intense stretch and drag of his rigid length scraping along her sensitive inner walls was indescribable. "You're so big, Titus!" she cried out, voice breathy with building pleasure. Diana knew at that moment that she was forever ruined for other men. Just a few blissful thrusts and already this was the best sex of her long immortal life.
Diana threw her head back, a low, wanton moan spilling from her lips as she maintained her steady pace. Her bountiful breasts bounced hypnotically on her heaving chest with each rise and fall of her hips. A needy purr rumbled in her throat when Titus placed his strong hands on her undulating hips. She loved the feel of his touch on her skin - so strong and protective.
Titus groaned and started boldly thrusting up into her tight heat as she rode him. A sharp scream tore from Diana's lips at the sudden surge of ecstasy that hit her with his movements. It was like the pleasure just doubled from his movements!
Tears sprung to her eyes as her pussy clenched rhythmically around his pistoning cock. "So good, Titus!" she cried out. "So fucking good! You're the ultimate stud!"
"I love you, Diana," Titus called out, his thrusts growing erratic. "I love you so much!"
Although she wasn’t quite sure if Titus truly knew what love was yet, his declaration made Diana's eyes widen and her heart skip a beat!
With renewed vigor, Diana bounced feverishly in Titus's lap, her hands grasping at his shoulders. Loud, wet flesh slapping noises joined their desperate cries of rapture as she rode him for all she was worth. Diana was lost to the overwhelming pleasure, mind blanking to everything but the feel of Titus's giant cock ravaging her hungry cunt over and over. She was so close already, her pussy fluttering wildly around him.
"Yes Titus, yes!" she sobbed, her voluptuous body undulating sinfully above him. "Wreck my pussy!” Diana gasped, her thighs quivering. She rode him faster, inner muscles clenching around his hardness. The erotic slap of flesh filled the room, punctuated by their moans and pants. Diana leaned forward, gyrating her hips in a sensual dance as she took him even deeper with every bounce of her ass.
Lost in a haze of lust, Diana bent down to capture Titus' lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling passionately. She dug her nails into his chest as her pleasure mounted. His cock plunging in and out of her soaked channel was pure bliss. Titus's hands roamed her body reverently, cupping her breasts, caressing her curves, and finally gripping her ass as she bucked against him wildly.
"Diana, you feel incredible," Titus grunted, hips pumping furiously to meet her movements. “I'm close!”
"Yes, Titus! Cum inside me! Fill me up!" Diana demanded breathlessly, panting with pleasure. “My pussy is yours now!”
Suddenly, the pressure built to its peak and Diana threw her head back with a loud cry, inner walls spasming in ecstasy. One of the greatest orgasm’s of her long life ripped through her body!
Titus slammed into her one last time with a shout, finding his own release deep inside her pulsing channel. Her eyes widened in bliss as she felt his hot cum spurt out deep inside of her. She always loved the feeling of having her inner walls painted white!
Finally, Diana collapsed onto Titus' broad chest. They clung to each other, trembling and shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over them both…
– Titus –
I woke up late the next morning, feeling the warmth of Diana's body wrapped around my own. Her breathing was soft and steady against my neck. She was practically sleeping on top of me and I could feel her bare breasts pressing up against my chest. The sensation sparked a familiar reaction in me…
I shifted slightly, trying to move myself without waking her, but Diana's eyes fluttered open, a playful smile curving her lips as she stretched and let out a yawn. Her blue eyes glinted with amusement as she gazed down at me.
“I can feel something poking me beneath the sheets,” she murmured teasingly, brushing her fingers across my chest. “I wonder what it is?”
I smirked back up at her as I met her gaze. “Maybe you should feel around a bit and find out?”
Diana rolled her eyes as she leaned in to kiss me. “Good morning, Titus,” she whispered. “Last night was… very nice.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her even closer as I kissed her cheek. “It was the best night of my entire life,” I said, meaning every word. There was no comparison to anything else I’d ever experienced.
Diana pulled back slightly, her smile deepening. “Best night of your life so far,” she corrected. As she sat up, the bedsheet slid down her body, leaving little to the imagination. She was a sight to behold, even with her bedhead. Diana’s hand cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing lightly across my jaw. “There will be many more enjoyable nights in your future,” she promised sultrily. “...And many of them won’t even be with me.”
I swallowed hard at that statement. “You… want me to do this with other women?” The question sounded almost absurd coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else after last night. But the way she said it made it clear this was no casual suggestion.
Diana nodded at me calmly. “You have a long life ahead of you, Titus. A very long life.” Her hand slid from my cheek, trailing down to my shoulder. “There’s no need to rush into a committed relationship so soon. Meet some other girls, have some fun, see where things go.” Her fingers traced small circles on my skin, almost absentmindedly. “I’m not going anywhere, after all.”
“So… this doesn’t have to be exclusive?” I asked, trying to make sense of it.
“For now, you are my man,” Diana replied with a knowing smirk. “But I don’t plan on giving up other women anytime soon.” She added, a playful glint flashing in her eyes. “And I think it’s only fair you have the same freedom.” The thought of her with other women didn’t surprise me. Having grown up on an island full of only women, it was only natural that many of her lovers had been women. She had always spoken openly about her attraction to both genders.
“Okay,” I said slowly. “I can try giving other girls a chance...” I paused. “Not exactly sure where to start, though… except for Shayera.” I said with a small laugh.
Diana chuckled. “Shayera was practically throwing herself at you,” she said before smirking. “But there’s also Kara. I could tell that she wanted to jump your bones badly, but I think she’s completely inexperienced when it comes to relationships.” Diana’s eyes softened a little. “She’s young and shy… you’d have to make the first move if you’re interested in her.”
I tilted my head. “Wouldn’t Superman be pissed if I started flirting with his cousin?” I asked, half-joking, but the other half was genuinely curious.
Diana shrugged, her lips curling into a sly grin. “Do you really care what he thinks at this point?”
I laughed at her question. “Nope! Not at all!” I said, maybe a little too eagerly. “I mean, I don’t want to be an… asshole and only date Kara just to upset my old man, but I can’t help admitting that seeing him angry would be… satisfying.”
Diana’s laughter joined mine, and she leaned in to kiss me again, her lips lingering a moment longer. “Just make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons,” she said, her voice a little more serious. “Kara deserves someone who actually wants her… not just a guy trying to prove a point.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I promised. “And as for Shayera…well, let’s just say I’ll keep my options open.” Shayera was beautiful, practically angelic, but she also seemed to come with a whole lot of crazy. Maybe it was a Thenagarian thing?
“Good,” Diana said approvingly, running a hand through her hair before getting up from the bed. “Because something tells me your life is about to get a lot more interesting.”
…
Diana and I left the island just after a late breakfast with Hippolyta and Antiope. The smile Hippolyta gave us told me they knew exactly what Diana and I had been up to last night after the feast. As did the scowl from Antiope, which I was learning to ignore, mostly.
The sky opened up as we flew, and I loved the feeling of the sunlight energizing me. I glanced at Diana flying ahead of me through the clouds and smiled.
We were headed to the Hall of Justice, the League’s decoy base in D.C., just to keep up appearances with the general public that somehow didn’t know the giant space station existed yet. We entered the building and headed towards the secret back room that housed a teleporter that led to the Watchtower.
A flash of light later, we arrived.
“Welcome, Wonder Woman. Welcome, Titan,” echoed a robotic voice as we stepped out.
“Titan?” I asked, looking at Diana.
She chuckled warmly. “It’s what the public calls you since you stopped that volcano. Batman already registered you under that name.”
“Titan, huh?” I muttered. “Not bad.” I liked it.
“Come,” Diana said, leading the way somewhere. “We've got something special for you. Batman sent me a message earlier that it was ready.”
We walked through the Watchtower’s pristine corridors, past huge windows with stunning views of Earth, until we reached the barracks. I saw a locker with my name engraved on it.
I opened it to find a sleek black and gold superhero suit inside. “Is this…?” I asked, holding the suit in disbelief.
Diana smiled proudly. “Batman designed it. The fibers can withstand extreme temperatures and are highly damage-resistant.”
It was absolutely perfect! The guy really knew how to design a good looking costume. “I’ll have to thank him when I see him.” I held the suit up, marveling at the details. It was a black and gold suit that looked and felt awesome in my hands. I immediately took off my clothes and started changing into it!
Diana gave me a playful wolf whistle as I stripped down and put my costume on. The suit fit perfectly, like a second skin.
“The skin tight look is in right now, people like seeing a superheroes muscles.” Diana said, grinning at me. “Looks like you’re officially one of us now.”
“Damn right I am!” I looked badass in my official costume. Of course, I didn’t have a mask since the whole world already knew my face. I was ready to put my new outfit to use right away.
Diana noticed my eagerness and laughed as we made our way to the elevator. “Think there’ll be any missions for me?” I asked Diana as we waited for the elevator.
She smiled thoughtfully. “The world’s a big place, Titus. There’s always an emergency somewhere.”
“That’s true, I suppose.”
She nodded at me. “Just remember, you won't be able to help everyone. You might have amazing powers, but you're still only one man and one man can only do so much before burning himself out.”
“That’s all anyone can do,” I said as the elevator doors opened. As much as I wanted to be a superhero like Diana, I didn't only want to be a superhero. I still had so much of my own life to live as well!
The elevator arrived at the top floor. We stepped into the command room, where Martian Manhunter stood in front of the control console. Probably sensing our arrival, he turned and smiled at us. “Hello, Wonder Woman. And welcome, Titan.”
“Thanks,” I nodded, feeling pride swell up again as he addressed me by my new hero name.
“Titus is looking for a mission. Got anything for him?” she asked.
The Martian turned around and started pressing buttons on the keyboard. The screen started changing multiple times in succession as he went over various news feeds and emergencies. With my super senses I could see them all as well. Nothing seemed to immediately stand out at first.
“Looks quiet today,” Manhunter said, before pausing. “Wait, hold on...”
The screen shifted, showing a massive fire raging in Star City. Firefighters were on the scene, but it was spreading too fast for them to properly control.
“It looks like half the city will be engulfed if we don't do something soon,” Diana said, a bit worried. “Where is Flash?”
“He’s currently on the other side of the city, fighting Captain Cold. The timing of these two events is a bit suspicious,” Manhunter said before turning to me.
“I’ll take care of the fire,” I said confidently. “If any villains are behind it, I’ll take care of them too.” I stepped over to the nearest teleporter.
Diana smiled proudly at me as it turned on. “Good luck, Titus.”
In the blink of an eye, I was standing in the middle of Star City. It didn’t take long to spot it, a thick, dark plume of smoke rising into the sky a couple of blocks away. I lifted off the ground, launching into the air and speeding toward the disaster zone.
As I neared the inferno, I could see dozens of firefighters already on the scene. Big, red fire trucks were parked along the street with hoses spraying torrents of water into the blaze. A couple of firefighters noticed me hovering in the air and started pointing up at me. I couldn't help but feel my pride swell as I noticed the look of relief on most of their faces.
I dropped down in the middle of them. “What’s the situation?” I asked quickly.
A firefighter with soot on his face and sweat soaking his brow, took a step forward. “It’s you,” he breathed out. “The son of Wonder Woman and Superman.”
I internally grimaced at being referred to as the latter, but outwards I gave him a nod and a small smile. “That’s me. I’m here to help. What do you need me to do?”
The lead firefighter stepped forward with a grim expression. “We’re not sure if all the civilians have gotten out. This fire… it spread so fast, it’s unnatural, I tell ya.” He scowled at the blazing buildings behind us.
“Yeah, I got that feeling too,” I replied, my eyes narrowing as I turned to look at the blaze. I used my x-ray vision, scanning through the buildings. I frowned as I spotted the unmoving shapes of bodies in some of the buildings. Sadly, a lot of people hadn’t made it out in time. The smoke or the flames had gotten to them before they had a chance.
But I couldn’t focus on that right now. There were still people alive in there. Twenty-three, to be exact. I counted them scattered across multiple buildings. I turned back to the firefighter.
“There are still people trapped inside,” I said. “Twenty-three, by my count.”
The firefighter's eyes widened. “Twenty-three? Are you serious?”
I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I took off in a blur of motion, speeding toward the first building. I crashed through a window without slowing down, the glass shattering around me as I entered the burning structure. My costume held up against the intensity as I pushed through the blaze.
I could hear coughing coming from deeper inside, from a room toward the back. I made my way there in an instant, yanking open the office door. Three women were huddled together in the corner, using their shirts as makeshift smoke masks. As soon as they saw me, relief washed over them.
“I’m here to get you out,” I said, quickly kneeling beside them. None of them were injured besides the smoke in their lungs. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Oh, thank God!” one of the women gasped. Her voice was hoarse from all the smoke.
Without wasting another second, I scooped them all up, moving fast enough that the flames licking at the walls couldn’t touch them. In less than a second, we were outside, standing in front of the firefighters and emergency workers. The women blinked as they looked around in disbelief. The medics quickly rushed forward, ushering them toward an ambulance, and I was already turning back toward the flames.
“Good work there!” one of the firefighters shouted, giving me a thumbs-up.
“I’m not done yet,” I replied. “There are still twenty more people I have to save.” I was already back in the air, shooting toward the next building. This time, I crashed through the roof, landing in the center of what used to be a living room of an apartment. The furniture was burning, and the ceiling was close to collapsing. I could hear a child crying upstairs, their small voice barely audible over the roar of the fire.
I found the child—a little boy, no older than five—curled up in the corner of his room, tears streaking down his soot-covered face. “Hey, buddy,” I said softly, kneeling in front of him. “I’m here to help. We’re getting out of here, okay?”
He sniffled, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I’m scared…”
“I know,” I said gently, scooping him up into my arms. “But you’re safe now.”
In a blur, I was out of the building, landing back near the firefighters with the boy still clinging to me. The medics rushed over again, and I handed the boy to them carefully.
“Nineteen more to go,” I muttered to myself.
I picked up the pace, moving back and forth at super speed, rescuing more and more people from the inferno. The flames and the smoke meant nothing to me or my costume as I raced through them. I rescued ten more people in what felt like no time at all, and I was about to head for another building when I caught sight of something—or rather, someone—hovering above the flames.
My eyes narrowed as I recognized the figure. It was a villain who had terrorized Gotham for years, famous for his pyromaniac tendencies. “Firefly,” I muttered under my breath, watching him as he floated over the burning buildings, cackling like a madman. He clutched a large, high-tech flamethrower in his hands, spraying flames wildly across the city below. The blaze that had engulfed half of the block was clearly his doing.
“Burn, you fuckers! Ha! Hahaha! Fucking burn and die!” he screamed, his voice distorted beneath his mask.
The apartment building he was setting ablaze had already been evacuated, but I wasn’t about to let him keep torching the city. I shot up into the air, hovering directly in his path.
"Firefly!" I called out, my voice booming over the roar of the flames. He didn’t stop spraying fire, but he turned his head slightly at the sound of his name. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Arkham prison? How did you get out, and what the hell are you doing in Star City?” I continued.
His wings flapped as he adjusted his position in midair, finally turning to face me properly. "Eh?" He squinted through his mask. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be? Can't you see I'm busy here? Fuck off!"
I’ll admit, my pride from earlier took a bit of a hit at the fact that a small-time villain had no idea who I was. As for his rudeness, that was actually what I expected from a Gotham feeling. Most of Batman's notorious enemies were known to be insane assholes.
“My name is Titan, and you’re going to surrender now, or—"
I was rudely cut off when he abruptly flipped me his middle fingure! I supposed that's what I deserved for monologuing in an emergency…
Before I could say anything else, Firefly raised his flamethrower towards me and pulled the trigger. A torrent of napalm-like fire erupted from the nozzle.
I could’ve let it hit me—after all, the fire couldn’t hurt me—but I didn’t have time to play with this low-rank villain. People were still trapped in the other burning buildings, and every second mattered.
I inhaled deeply. My lungs expanded beyond the limits of what should’ve been physically possible, but my half-Kryptonian biology didn't need to make sense, it only needed to work. With my lungs filled to capacity, I exhaled with all my might.
A massive wave of frost erupted from my lips, an arctic blast that shot forward and slammed into the oncoming flames. His flamethrower sputtered out, completely overwhelmed by the sheer cold of my breath. The blizzard continued forward, engulfing Firefly in a swirling vortex of ice and frost.
“What the—?!” Firefly’s voice cut off as his wings froze solid, the mechanisms locking up under the sudden subzero temperatures. The technology in his suit flickered and failed, clearly not designed to handle such extreme cold. His wings gave out entirely a second later.
Firefly plummeted over forty feet toward the burning street below, screaming all the way down.
Watching him fall, I knew I had a choice to make. I could rush down and save him, or I could continue rescuing the innocent people still trapped in the other burning buildings...
It wasn’t much of a decision, honestly. Some members of the Justice League might’ve questioned my priorities, but I wasn’t about to risk more lives just to save a villain.
Firefly’s suit looked heavily reinforced and padded. I was sure he’d survive the fall–maybe. Either way, I didn’t spare him another glance. Instead, I shot off toward another burning building, my mind already calculating the quickest route to save the next group of people. If Firefly was still alive after I saved everyone else, I’d come back for him.
I kept going until there was only one group of people left to find and rescue. There was a group of three men hiding in the final burning building's basement—arguably one of the worst places to hide in the event of a fire. The upper floors had completely collapsed on top of the basement, which meant I had to dig through burning rubble and debris to get them all out safely. Even with my abilities, it still took me a couple of minutes, but eventually, I got them all out.
The three men definitely looked like they'd seen better days; their clothes were burnt and covered in ash. But that didn't stop them from patting me on the back and thanking me profusely for saving their lives. I easily picked them all up and flew them back toward the waiting firefighters and paramedics. Everybody was cheering and clapping as I touched down with the last of the survivors. I had a smile on my face as well—saving so many lives felt good.
Unfortunately, that smile disappeared when I heard someone loudly clear their throat to the right of me.
He was here…
Superman. He stood there, towering in the middle of the street with his hands firmly planted on his hips, his cape flowing dramatically behind him. He was glaring at me judgmentally. The broken body of Firefly was sitting on the ground at his feet.
"What is wrong with you?!" Superman scowled at me accusingly. "You left this man to die!"
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Comments
SmittyBoi
Bruh supes is just trying to find a problem
Schloppi
A villain that somehow keeps breaking out of prison to boot
ADiscZ2
I would straight up blank face look him in the eye and ask, tone full of 'are you an idiot?' And ask him "What's your point?" Confusion lacing the words as if what Superman was saying wasn't obvious in the slightest since, ya know, it's not to most. 1 villain, 10 civilians... yeah, choice is obvious
