Kon came to in the new dimension staring at a huge tree. For a moment, its fuzzy outline confused him. There was something feminine in the lines that were forming in his vision, but even he wasn’t horny enough to find a tree sexy.
Then his eyes focused and he saw the trunk wasn’t just bark wrapped around lumber. The tree was like a mangrove or something, all made up of different shoots that lined up together, wrapped around each other… and in those shoots, he saw Kory’s figure, Cassie’s, Raven. If he just let his eyes zone out a little, it could be them, all cuddled up like they were tired from some orgiastic strain.
Kon felt a feeling of urgency running down to his groin—a thrum building in him. Everywhere he looked seem to recall the female Titans’ bodies. The way the long grass was bent down in places could’ve fit Raven if she laid down, and even the shadows cast by the rustling branches flowed around like Kory flying… that long, wild hair and the incredible curves of her figure.
He instinctively followed one of the shadows, as if it would take him to the real thing like Starfire coming in for a landing, and then he saw Kory standing next to him. Naked, every inch of her bare except for the vibrant curlings of her hair, which clung to the sweat of her body in a few places like ivy growing over a statue.
She had a fruit in her hand—the same fruit as was growing on the trees. It resembled a mango, but the way she held it, her fingers gracing its contours with delicate enjoyment… it was a breast. He just knew it was the way she’d caress a large, heavy breast like her own.
Kory brought the fruit to her mouth. Her lips parted. Her teeth bit through the rind, which gave easily, and a little gush of juice spurted out, wetting her lips. With a giggle, she drank, fingers fluttering on the fruit as if to help milk it of its nectar. She moaned at the taste; Kon saw her throat working. Some of the liquid escaped her lips and ran down her gulping throat. Before he knew it, the juice had dripped to her heaving breasts. Kon stared at them. So big, but not sagging at all. Rippling with all their reality, moving with Kory’s swallows as she sucked at more of the taste that made her hum with enjoyment. Kon felt an itch crackle in his palms, his fingers, like electricity. It was Chinese water torture to see dewdrops of the pinkish liquid land on the slopes of her breasts and not be able to wipe them away, or—he licked his lips—to taste them, to kiss and suck those teats as such wonderful plump teardrops deserved to be treated.
Finally, Kory pulled the fruit away from her mouth. She let out a satisfied exhale, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Kon stared at her hand, how it rubbed over her mouth, so casually, yet what he wouldn’t give to be able to experience those soft pillowy lips for himself, even on his fingers.
Then, disbelievingly, Kon watched as the hand reached out to him, took one of his hands from his side, and pulled at it.
The itch of wanting to caress her went away. All Kon felt was her touch and it brought him to full arousal, his cock straining the fibers of his jeans. He held on tight to Kory’s hand, trying to restrain himself from rubbing at the luscious skin, get more of a feel of it. She felt like gold, only soft—infinitely soft. And she had to feel that way all over her.
Kory brought him to Raven, who was as gloriously naked as she was, all of her trim, petite figure on display. Her small, succulent breasts, slender waist, and then the almost unbecoming exuberance of her hips, a juicy ass that was almost out of proportion to her slight body.
Raven was holding a flower up to her lips. As Kon watched, she lowered it to her breasts. The petals ran over the descent of her cleavage and from the way Raven flushed and trilled, those petals had to be like little vacuums, sucking at her flesh. Then she held the flower to her nipple and Kon saw that a tongue was between the petals, licking over the graceful slope of her areola to the nipple itself. A tingle of excitement went through Raven’s muscles. She moved the flower back up her body and the tongue licked and kissed at the sensitive flesh she fed it, until it was at her armpit, slowly and tantalizingly lapping at the shaven skin. Raven let out a small moan, brought the flower away, then hurriedly moved it to her other breast. The tongue wrapped around her stiff nipple and Kon was reminded of Kory drinking from the fruit—only Raven was being drunken from, enjoying how sweet she was revealed to be.
Kory beckoned to Raven with the hand that wasn’t held in Kon’s. Raven saw the gesture and went to them. She took Kory’s other hand and the three went deeper into the woods, following Kory’s lead. As good as it felt to feel Kory’s sultry grip on his hand, it was even better for Kon to look to his side and see Raven’s supple ass in motion. Fat, but just the right amount of fat, with every step sending reverberations through it that had Kon almost hypnotized.
They came to a clearing, the trees falling away to allow room for a lake. Cassie was there, thigh deep in the water, wearing no more than Raven or Kory. And despite how gorgeous the other two Titans were, she more than held her own, her athletic body proud and lush, taut muscles artistically giving way to the fullness of her breasts and the sleek rounding of her buttocks. She was like some perfect little nymphet, sculpted out of pure artistry and then brought to life—so much life that it radiated from every pore, shone from her creamy skin, made her golden hair burn.
Kon heard a little rasp as his bulging erection pressed against his fly so hard that the zipper was forced down an inch or so.