Life Can Change || DC x Invincible Fic

Chapter 60: Decision



Mark sat slouched in the shared room that Kara and Raven currently occupied, feeling like a teenager caught doing something he shouldn't. Both women stood in front of him, arms crossed. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of them dressed as sexy schoolteachers lecturing him—Raven, especially, would nail the stern-yet-sultry look. The mental image made him stir in his seat, a dull ache of frustration gnawing at him.

"Mark, are you even listening?" Kara's sharp tone snapped him out of his wandering thoughts.

"Yeah... sorry," he muttered, trying to sound sincere but feeling anything but.

The truth was, his mind had been running wild lately. He hadn't gotten laid in weeks—not since they'd all made their little pact to "take things slow" because of Kara's pregnancy and Raven's recovery, but also because of the situation they were in now where Mark found himself with two women. Sure, there'd been some touches, a few kisses here and there, but nothing close to what he needed. And fuck, did he need it. His balls felt like they were about to explode. Just sitting here, with Kara's tits practically spilling out of her tight top and Raven's thighs shifting together like she was just as pent-up as he was, was driving him insane.

'I need to focus,' he thought, forcing his eyes to stay above their necklines. But his brain wasn't helping—images of bending Kara over the couch and ripping Raven's shorts off filled his head. The ache in his pants grew worse.

"Mark!" Kara barked again, clearly frustrated. Her voice cut through his fantasies like a knife.

He blinked and looked up at her face, doing his best to ignore how her chest jiggled slightly with every angry breath. "Sorry," he said, though his tone sounded more amused than apologetic.

Kara narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you're listening? Because you've got that look again."

"What look?" he asked, feigning innocence, though he couldn't help but let his gaze slip down to her chest for half a second.

"That look," she shot back, gesturing at his face. "The one where you're clearly undressing us in your head."

"Well, it's not my fault you're both standing there in practically nothing," he muttered, unable to resist a smirk.

Kara groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "God, you're impossible."

Raven, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke. Her voice was calm but edged with a teasing lilt. "Focus, Mark. We've come to a decision, and we need you to actually listen for once."

Mark tore his eyes away from Raven's legs—long, pale, and so smooth they looked like they were begging to be wrapped around his waist—and nodded. "Right. A decision. Got it," he said, his tone a little too casual.

Kara crossed her arms under her chest, which only made them push up further. "This is important," she said, her voice softening just slightly. "We've talked, and we think it's time to... reassess things."

Mark raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued despite his distraction. "Reassess how?"

"Just shut up and listen for a second," Raven cut in, her tone sharp but not unkind.

Mark nodded and shifted in his seat, giving them his full attention. He noticed Kara straighten her posture when his gaze didn't wander south, though a small part of him enjoyed how both women tensed slightly under his eyes earlier. Neither of them would admit it, but he knew they liked the way he looked at them—like he wanted to devour them. Still, a threesome wasn't on the table right now, not with Kara heavily pregnant and Raven still recovering from everything she'd been through.

As he studied their serious expressions, a small pang of unease settled in his chest. He wasn't worried they were going to leave him—that was absurd—but whatever they had planned clearly had weight.

Kara exhaled slowly, steadying herself as if rehearsing her words. "Over the past week, Raven and I have been talking. As you know," she started, her voice firm but calm. Mark nodded silently, signaling for her to continue.

"I like Raven," Kara said, her tone softening. "She was my friend before she disappeared, and that's made this... situation a lot easier on me." Her hands rested gently on her growing stomach, and for a brief moment, Raven's stern expression melted into something more tender.

"There's also the fact that you and Raven have a child together," Kara continued, her voice tightening slightly, though it wasn't out of anger.

"In my culture, a father abandoning his family is no better than a criminal. It's a dishonor. A father's duty is to take responsibility for his actions and provide for his family," she said, crossing her arms as she looked at him, her eyes unflinching.

Mark kept his expression neutral, though he could tell she was building up to something.

"So here's how this is going to work," Kara said, locking her gaze with his.

"You will marry me," she stated plainly. "We'll both be your wives. I want to be somewhere familiar when I give birth, and Ma and Pa Kent have already given their blessing to move our home onto their farm. The Kryptonian worker bots can handle the relocation."

Mark smiled at that, nodding easily. "Agreed," he said without hesitation. He had no complaints. He loved Kara, and Smallville was a far cry from the chaos of Gotham—a welcome change in his eyes. Meeting the Kents might be another story, though. He doubted they'd be thrilled about the fights he'd had with their son in the past.

But before he could dwell on that, Kara raised a hand to stop him. "Hold on," she said firmly. "I'm not done."

Mark leaned back slightly, curious now.

Kara turned toward Raven, her confidence wavering just slightly. "Raven, as much as you've been understanding about Mark's... unique physiology, I think we both know that things aren't exactly easy." Raven glanced at Mark, her lips pressed into a thin line. Kara hesitated for a beat before continuing.

It didn't take Mark long to figure out what she meant. A flicker of guilt passed through him, but he kept his tone steady. "I've gotten a lot better at controlling my urges," he said calmly. "You don't have to worry about that anymore."

Kara giggled, her bright eyes alight with amusement. "Mark, you've been practically undressing us with your eyes every second we've been together. Part of why this took so long is because Raven didn't believe me at first. It only took a week for her to see it—now look at you. You practically look ready to jump us."

Mark rubbed the back of his neck, trying to suppress the flush creeping up his face. She wasn't wrong. Every moment he spent with them felt like a test of his willpower. The need to take them both was almost unbearable at times, and when it got particularly bad, he'd find himself in the shower, trying to relieve the tension—sometimes for hours.

"It's only temporary," he replied with a chuckle, glancing at Raven's flushed face. "Once Raven's recovered and you've given birth, I'll have more than enough to sate my... urges."

Raven's faint blush deepened, but Kara wasn't letting him off that easily. "That might be true for a while, but you're not going to be with us every second of every day," she retorted, crossing her arms. "It wouldn't be fair to expect you to suppress these urges entirely, especially since you probably won't have full control over them for another hundred years or so."

Mark looked over at Raven, silently seeking her opinion. She shifted under his gaze, clearly uncomfortable, but after a moment, she nodded. "I was skeptical of Kara's claims at first," she admitted. "But after spending this week with you, I have to concede that there may be some truth to what she's saying. Coupled with the... peculiar story of how you and Kara met, I'm willing to believe it for now."

Her words didn't entirely reassure him. "Raven," Mark said softly as he stood, closing the distance between them. He cupped her shoulders, his voice filled with quiet determination. "If you're uncomfortable with this, I'll control myself. I don't want you to feel trapped or unhappy with your situation."

Raven looked up at him, a small, almost shy smile curving her lips. She shook her head. "You misunderstand me," she said, her voice steady but tender. "Before I met you, even when I was with the Titans, I always believed I was destined to be alone. I thought it was fate. But now..." Her gaze flicked to Kara, who offered her a reassuring smile. "Now, I have a husband, a son, and perhaps even a sister. That is more than I ever thought possible."

Mark's throat tightened at her words, but before he could speak, she continued. "If this is something you must do to stay true to who you are, then I will support Kara's decision."

Kara stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We don't want you to feel the guilt of being unfaithful if you're unable to control yourself. That wouldn't be fair to you," she said warmly.

Her expression softened for only a moment before she flicked his forehead with a smirk. "But that doesn't mean you get to be reckless. You will make sure not to impregnate any of these women. Understood?"

Mark couldn't help but laugh at her playful sternness. "I'll do my best," he said, pulling both women into his arms. "I don't know what I did to deserve either of you," he added, burying his face in their hair and inhaling their familiar scents.

"Still trying to figure that out ourselves," Kara quipped, earning a playful squeeze on her backside that made her yelp.

She spun to face him, mock indignation on her face, but before she could say a word, Mark closed the distance, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Kara melted into it, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned softly, her hands gripping his arms.

When he pulled back, a small tug on his side reminded him that someone else was waiting. He turned to Raven, who was watching with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Mark leaned in, brushing his lips against hers before deepening the kiss. Raven responded eagerly, her hands sliding around his neck as her tongue slipped into his mouth, her usually composed demeanor crumbling as she held him tightly. When they finally broke apart, both women stood before him, their faces flushed, their breathing uneven, and a clear hunger in their eyes.

Kara, whose hormones were running rampant, couldn't resist and started running her hands over Mark's chest, her lip caught between her teeth. Her hand slipped lower until it reached his cock, her fingers teasingly stroking it as it hardened under her touch.

"Kara!" Raven snapped, her tone sharp enough to break through the haze of Kara's lust.

Kara's eyes widened, and she immediately withdrew her hand, much to Mark's disappointment. "I'm sorry! I got carried away," she mumbled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She quickly stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek in apology.

"Kara," Raven said again, her voice carrying a pointed edge this time. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head toward the door. "The other thing."

"Oh!" Kara exclaimed, the realization dawning on her. She turned back to Mark, wringing her hands nervously. "Mark, I, uh... meant to tell you. There's another reason that helped us come to this decision."

Mark's brow furrowed as he picked up on her sudden nervousness. "Is it bad?" he asked cautiously.

Kara quickly shook her head. "No, it's not bad... but..." She hesitated, her gaze darting to the floor. "It's just that I... made a deal with someone. Around the time you went to the underground audition."

Mark stared at her, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of deal?"

"Honoured Mark!"

The voice echoed faintly from outside the room, like a ghostly whisper. Mark froze in place, his heart skipping a beat. Surely he'd imagined it. There was no way Kara did that.

But when he looked down at her, the guilty expression on her face confirmed his worst fears.

"She did," he muttered, his eyes widening.

"Me and Kori agreed to share you before all this," Kara admitted sheepishly, her hands fidgeting nervously. "She said she was fine not being your wife, but..." Kara's lips twisted into a small smirk. "She's more than content with being your mistress."

Mark blinked. "My... mistress?"

Kara sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Trust me, you don't want to know the word she originally used."

"Honoured Maaaark!"

The voice came again, this time closer and more insistent.

Kara placed her hand on Mark's arm, trying to calm him. "It'll be fine. She just felt left out, and it seemed mean to exclude her, especially now that Raven is here. You know how Kori gets."

Mark rubbed his temple, trying to process this. It wasn't like he had anything against Starfire—she was gorgeous, and her obsession with him wasn't exactly a secret—but the situation was spiraling faster than he was comfortable with. "Fine," he said after a pause. "I'll... give it a try."

"Oh, wow," Raven said dryly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll give having sex with the beautiful alien princess a try. How noble of you."

Her deadpan tone was enough to make Kara snicker, and even Mark couldn't help but crack a small grin despite his nerves.

"I mean, if you put it that way..." Mark started, only for Raven to roll her eyes.

The door swung open, and the tall, orange-skinned woman stepped in. Her eyes lit up like she'd just seen a god, and a wide grin split her face when she spotted Mark. "Honored Mark!" she squealed, her voice high and excited, before bolting toward him like a bullet.

Raven and Kara barely had time to step aside before Kori slammed into Mark, her body crashing against his. "Ohhh," she moaned, her hands instantly grabbing at him, clawing at his chest like she couldn't keep them to herself. Her tongue shot out of her mouth, licking a hot, wet line up his neck, and she groaned like she was about to lose it right there.

She clung to him, grinding her body against his. Her tits were squished hard against his chest, her nipples poking through her thin top. Her pussy, already dripping, rubbed firmly against his leg, and the heat of it was impossible to ignore. She tilted her head up and smashed her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth like she owned it.

"Mmmnnnn..." Kori groaned loudly into the kiss, her whole body shaking as she held onto him. Mark felt her thighs quiver, and it hit him—she had just fucking came, and all she'd done was grind on him and kiss him.

"Kori, calm the fuck down," Mark said, trying to push her back. But she wasn't having it. Her grip was like iron, and she pressed herself harder against him, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Oh, Mark, I'm so lucky Friend Kara and Friend Raven let me join!" she said, her hips grinding harder against his leg, soaking his trousers even more. "The best harem stories on my planet always have a Viltrumite male," she added, her voice getting breathier by the second. "My sister would lose her mind if she saw me right now."

Before he could say anything else, Kori grabbed his shirt and ripped it open like it was nothing, sending buttons flying. Mark glanced at Kara and Raven for help, but they just stood there, their faces red as they stared at the scene unfolding in front of them.

Kori didn't care about any of that. She leaned in, licking her way down Mark's chest, her tongue dragging over his skin while her hands roamed greedily. "Maybe we should take this somewhere—" Mark started to say, but Kori dropped to her knees, ignoring him completely.

With a loud rip, she tore his trousers apart, letting his cock spring free. It slapped against his stomach, thick and hard, and Kori froze, her mouth hanging open as she stared at it. Her breathing got heavier, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "I've dreamed about this," she whispered, her voice shaky with need.

She pressed her face right up against his balls, inhaling deeply. "Oh," she moaned, her whole body trembling. Mark realized with disbelief that she'd just come again—just from smelling him.

Her mouth opened wide, and she sucked one of his balls inside, swirling her tongue around it like she was starving for it. Mark groaned, his head falling back as she worked him over. She sucked hard, her lips tight and her tongue rolling over every inch.

Her nails dug into his thighs as she moved to the other ball, licking and sucking like her life depended on it. Then she spit in her hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking him with slow, firm pumps.

"Maaaark," Kori moaned, her voice thick and desperate as her other hand disappeared into her pants. The wet squelching noises from her fingers rubbing her clit were loud, and it didn't take long before she was shaking again, another orgasm tearing through her. She finally pulled back from his balls, licking a long, wet trail up the length of his cock. When she got to the head, she opened her mouth and took him in, sucking hard as she pushed him deeper and deeper. She didn't stop until his entire length was buried in her throat, her nose pressed up against his stomach.

"Oh, fuck," Mark groaned, his hands gripping her hair as her throat worked around him. He looked down at her, but something else caught his eye.

Kara and Raven were now completely bare, their bodies shimmering under the dim lights. Their hands roamed over Mark's form, Kara's lips finding his nipple, her tongue circling it before she bit down, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. She trailed kisses down his chest, teasing the edge of his jeans with her fingers.

"Guggh guggh gugggh," Kori gagged, her head moving up and down, her lips tight around Mark's cock, her throat squeezing him with each thrust. Her eyes, full of lust, never left his.

"Tamaraneans are renowned for their bedroom skills, they're everyone's ultimate fantasy," Kara whispered, her voice soft but charged as she licked his ear, then sucked on his earlobe, her hand joining Kori's to stroke him.

Mark was on the brink, Kori's mouth driving him wild. He took a gentle hold of her hair, which seemed to excite her further, tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity.

"You can be a little rough with her, she loves it," Kara encouraged, guiding Kori's head back until only the tip was in her mouth, then pushing down again, Kori moaning around him, her body quivering from another orgasm. Mark took over, moving her head with more urgency, his other hand reaching for Raven.

Raven, her focus entirely on Mark, moved closer, her lips finding his in a deep, hungry kiss. Her hand slid down between them, grasping his balls gently, massaging them as Kori worked his cock. Her other hand roamed over his chest, teasing his nipples in sync with Kara's earlier actions.

Kara, not wanting to be left out, climbed onto the couch, straddling Mark's face. He could smell her arousal as she lowered herself onto his mouth, his tongue immediately finding her clit, making her gasp. She rocked against him, her moans echoing through the room.

With Raven's attention on him, her kisses trailed down his neck, her breath hot against his skin. Her fingers worked him alongside Kori's mouth, her other hand now between her own legs, pleasuring herself as she watched the scene unfold. Mark's focus was split between the pleasure he was giving and receiving; Kori's mouth was relentless, her throat muscles drawing him closer to climax. He could feel his release building, his hips slightly bucking into Kori's mouth.

As he reached his peak, he held Kori's head down, his groans muffled by Kara's sex as he came, his release filling Kori's mouth, who swallowed eagerly, her body shaking through another orgasm. Meanwhile, Kara, riding his face, was nearing her own climax, her moans filling the air. Raven, watching Mark's pleasure and feeling her own, quickened her pace, her moans joining the others. Her orgasm hit, her body shuddering as she leaned into Mark.

Kara slid off Mark's face, her juices dripping down his chin as she moved. She shivered from the cool air hitting her warm, satisfied body, "Ahh," leaning her head against Mark's chest, her breathing deep and content.

Mark's cock was still hard, throbbing insistently, the veins prominent under the skin, pulsing with each beat of his heart. Kori was there, her mouth busy at the tip, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting every drop of his pre-cum, "Mmm."

"I'll be back in a moment," Mark said in a low, husky tone. He then lifted Kori up, her giggle light and playful, "Heehee," as he carried her over his shoulder to the next room.

In the other room, Mark placed Kori roughly on the bed. "All yours, Honored Mark..." Kori whispered seductively, her legs parting to reveal her eager, glistening pussy. She spread her lips with her fingers, more of her arousal leaking out. Mark positioned himself between her legs, his thick, engorged cock aimed at her entrance. With one hard, rough thrust, "Ah!" he entered her, his cock stretching her wide. The sensation of his girth filling her was overwhelming; she could feel every ridge, every vein as he pushed deep inside her.

Kori's moans filled the room as Mark moved within her, his pace increasing, "Ah, Ah." His cock hit all the right spots, making her feel both stretched and fulfilled. Her hands roamed over her own body, her breathing quickening with each of Mark's movements "Honored Mark, your touch is like fire," Kori breathed out, her voice filled with adoration and lust. Her body moved in rhythm with his, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her, "Ohh." The way his cock slid in and out, coated in her wetness, was intoxicating.

Mark watched her face, the expressions of ecstasy that played across it, her eyes half-closed in bliss. He leaned down to kiss her, their tongues dancing, as he continued to pound into her. The sensation of her tight, wet warmth around him was maddening, urging him to thrust harder, deeper. He picked up the pace, each thrust now more aggressive, driving Kori closer to the edge. She could feel every inch of him, the way his cock stretched her, filled her to the brim, as if they were made for each other. Her moans grew louder, "Ahhh!" her nails digging into his back, pulling him closer, wanting more.

Kori's climax built up like a crescendo, her body tensing, her breath catching in her throat. "Honored Mark!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and awe as she came, her body convulsing around him, her pussy clenching tightly around his throbbing cock, "Ohhhhh!" Mark didn't stop, his own arousal still high. He watched Kori's face, the way her eyes fluttered, her lips parted in an endless moan. He felt the heat of her, the slickness of her arousal coating him, driving him closer to his own peak, but he held back, wanting to prolong this moment. With rough thrusts, he kept going, his cock sliding in and out of her with a perfect rhythm, feeling himself hardening even more inside Kori.

Feeling an intense surge of desire, Mark changed the angle, pulling out his glistening cock, slick with her juices, and maneuvered Kori onto her hands and knees. Her skin, a vibrant, almost glowing orange, was slick with sweat, her muscles taut, her firm, round ass inviting him back in. Mark positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He guided his cock to her entrance, the tip teasing her swollen, dripping pussy before he thrust forward, entering her with force, making her gasp, "Ah!" Her pussy lips stretched around him, gripping him tight as he pushed in, the sight of his cock disappearing into her visually arousing. Her pussy felt like it was designed for him, the tightness, the wetness, enveloping his cock like a glove. Kori felt the stretch, the fullness, his cock reaching deep, stirring a pleasurable ache inside her.

"Mark, you fill me so much," Kori moaned, her voice drenched in lust. Her skin, now a more vibrant shade of orange from her arousal, felt feverish, almost buzzing with her pleasure. She rocked back against him, meeting each thrust with her own, her pussy clenching around him, trying to draw out every sensation from his cock. Mark felt the heat, the constriction, each pulse of her pussy pulling him in deeper.

Mark's eyes were locked on the sight of her arched back, the muscles of her shoulder blades flexing beneath her skin, her hair a wild cascade down her back, her moans raw and urgent, "Mmm, Ah, Ahhh." His hands roamed from her hips, tracing the sweat-slicked curve of her waist, feeling the rhythm of her body under his touch. Her pussy was like a furnace around him, each contraction gripping him, the slickness inside her creating loud noises as they moved together.

The sight of his cock, coated in her arousal, sliding in and out was intensely erotic; her pussy lips hugged him as he pulled back, only to take him back in with each thrust, their connection making wet, squelching noises. Kori felt every ridge, every throb of his cock, the friction building her pleasure to an almost unbearable peak, her pussy pulsating around him. Mark increased his pace, each thrust rougher, deeper, feeling her body respond, her moans escalating, "Ohhhh, Ahhh." His own pleasure was building, the tight fit of her, the way she gripped him, urging him towards the edge. Kori's body tensed, her breath hitching, signaling another orgasm was close. Her orange skin seemed to radiate heat, the flush of her arousal contrasting with her vibrant hue, the intensity of the moment magnified. "Mark!" she gasped out, her voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her pussy tightening around him, ready to clench in another release, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Right then, Kori felt Mark's rhythm change, his thrusts getting wilder, his breathing heavier. She knew he was about to shoot his load, his cock swelling even more inside her. Remembering her promise to Kara, she quickly pushed him back, his cock sliding out with a wet, slick sound.

Kori turned, grabbing his throbbing cock, covered in their juices. She wrapped her hand around it, feeling it pulse. With quick, firm strokes, she jerked him off, her hand moving up and down, gripping him tight. Mark groaned, head back, as Kori worked him. His first shot of cum was huge, a thick, hot stream covering her cheek and nose. Another blast hit her lips, filling her mouth with his taste, followed by one that splattered across her forehead. His cum kept coming, rope after rope, covering her face in thick layers, dripping down, getting caught in her eyelashes, making them sticky. It wasn't just a few spurts; it was a massive load, coating her lips, chin, and neck.

Kori kept pumping, milking every drop, her hand now slick with his semen. She opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue, tasting him fully. More cum dripped onto her chin, down her neck and chest, leaving trails on her vibrant orange skin, some even reaching her tits, where it slid down. As the last of his cum came out, Kori leaned in, taking his cockhead into her mouth, sucking gently to get the last bit. She swallowed, feeling his warm cum go down her throat.

With his cock now drained, she sat back, her face and upper body covered in his cum, shining against her skin. The cum slowly dripped down, making paths over her body, falling to the floor. She looked up at Mark, eyes half-closed, a satisfied, lustful smile on her lips, licking the rest from around her mouth.

But Mark was still hard, his cock standing ready. They knew this was just the start. They kept fucking all day, their bodies locked together.

Kori rode him, her hips moving up and down, her pussy sliding along his length, her breasts bouncing with each movement. He grabbed them, squeezing, feeling their firmness under his hands. They switched to Mark taking her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him, their bodies slapping together, her ass jiggling with each impact.

They moved through various positions, Kori on her back with her legs spread wide, Mark thrusting into her, watching her face contort in pleasure. Against the wall, Mark held one of her legs up, his cock pushing deep, the angle allowing him to hit new spots inside her, making her moan louder.

Their sex was loud, the sounds of their bodies and moans filling the air. Kori pushed Mark onto his back, straddling him again but this time facing away, giving him a view of her ass while she rode him reverse cowgirl, her movements slow at first then speeding up, her body bouncing on his cock.

They paused for short moments, catching their breath, their hands exploring each other's bodies, Mark's fingers playing with Kori's clit, making her shudder with pleasure. They kissed deeply, tasting each other, their tongues dancing, before diving back into their sexual frenzy. Kori laid down, Mark on top, missionary, his thrusts deep and hard, her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer with each movement. He sucked on her nipples, her moans getting louder, her nails digging into his back.

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They fucked until the sun began to set, their bodies slick and sticky with sweat and cum. In one final position, Kori was on all fours, Mark behind her, his thrusts deep and his rhythm quickening. Kori knew he was about to cum; she could feel his cock getting harder, his balls slapping against her, his breathing becoming more desperate. Despite knowing she should push him off, the sensation of his thick, hard cock stretching her, rubbing against her sensitive spots, overwhelmed her. His body weighed down on her, his chest pressed against her back, his breath hot on her neck, adding to the intensity. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her completely, the friction of his skin against hers driving her wild.

The thought crossed her mind that she should stop him, that she had promised Kara, but the desire was too strong. The feeling of his cock inside her, the way it seemed to claim every part of her, made her want him to release inside her. She could almost feel her womb opening up for him, an invitation she couldn't resist. With a desperate, lustful need, she screamed out, "I'm sorry, Kara!" Her voice was ragged with pleasure and guilt as she begged Mark, "Cum inside me, fill me! Please!" Her moans filled the air, "Ohhh, Ahhh, Yes!"

With one last, deep thrust, Mark came. His cock pulsed violently, shooting his hot, thick cum deep inside her, the warmth flooding her, spreading through her core. Each spurt was intense, his body tensing, his groan deep and guttural as he emptied his cum into her. She could feel every contraction of his cock, each wave of semen coating her insides, the sensation of being filled so completely driving her to the edge. Kori's body responded with its own climax, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every drop, her orgasm intensified by the feeling of his cum inside her. She shook with the thrill and the naughtiness of the moment, her body trembling under his weight, her mind lost in the overwhelming pleasure, "Yes!" she screamed, as Mark's cum filled her, marking her with his release, satisfying a deep, primal urge she hadn't realized she craved so desperately.

Though in that moment she knew what it was. She desperately wanted to be impregnated by this man.

Collapsing on the bed next to her Mark panted slightly, they'd been going at it the whole day and he was more than sated. Kori moved up onto his chest her body just as sweaty as his was, the musky smell of her sex was just as enticing as it was before and if he wasn't careful he'd end up going for another round.

Meanwhile Kori made herself comfortable on his chest as she relished in the feeling of the warm cum inside of her. She quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep with Mark joining her not long after.

(AN: So this was more of a sex chapter, but it basically was just me sorting the relationship out for the future. I'm not gonna move ahead with a big harem so instead there will only be a few girls who stick around with others being one night stands. Also don't worry Kori won't be getting pregnant yet, we already have enough babies to deal with, but have no fear you're dealing with a veteran of Sims 2 so I can handle looking after babies. Or I'll kill them off. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter.)

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