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Dorothy was a little breathless, listening to this man - this gorgeous, strong, beautiful man - say all this to her. No man had ever acted this enamored with her before; not in Oz and certainly not in Kansas. “Oh, I can say with complete confidence that making me feel incredible is well within your power, mister.” Dorothy gushed, holding his handsome face in her delicate hand. “You’ve been doing that since we started talkin’.” Her back hit the soft grass and then he obscured her view of the brilliantly starry sky overhead - which, in her opinion made for an even better view, anyway. Her lashes fluttered closed as their lips connected again, parting and moving in tandem against each other as they poured their passion and need into each other. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands grasping at his broad, powerful back as his hands began to explore under her skirt at her suggestion. She gasped as his hand made contact with her soaked panties, her core throbbing with need under the thin fabric. She realized he was shoving his pants down and soon she could feel his erection prodding at her soaked cunt, letting her know exactly how matched his need for her was to hers for him. “Oh…oh, my…you’re such a man…I…I need you inside me like I’ve never needed anything else in my whole life. Please.” She begged, kissing at his lips, along his jawline, and then down the column of his neck while one hand slipped from around his back to palm at his powerful chest, egging him on.

Superboy’s heart raced at Dorothy’s words, feeling her warmth and energy radiate against him. Her soft voice, laced with that delicate plea, was enough to keep him right where he wanted to be, wrapped up in every second with her. “Dorothy, your wish is my command,” he whispered, pressing a kiss just beneath her jawline and letting his lips linger there as he traced slow patterns along her waist. He hooked a finger into the underwear and pulled it off. He was gentle and loving as he pressed his cock head into her. The way she clung to him, her touch on his chest, sent a spark through him, grounding him in the incredible moment they shared under the stars. He pulled back just a bit to meet her gaze, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, and his voice softened. “I want to make this as perfect as you deserve,” he murmured. And then, unable to hold back any longer, he thrust forward at a steady pace, letting his need pour through, every movement filled with the desire he felt for her. He took her hand in his, fingers intertwined together as he passionately kissed at her neck.

"So do you, baby," she groaned out. Her tits bounced wildly on her chest, thighs beginning to ache from how hard she was riding him, but she wasn't about to stop when she hadn't had a dicking like this since she was locked up. "Gonna cum inside me, honey? Fill me up even more than your gorgeous dick has already?" she purred, leaning over to bite at his lip.

Superboy grinned, catching her playful energy as he held her securely. Grunting moans escaped the inexperienced super hero. “Yeah, I can do that,” he murmured, voice full of warmth. He leaned forward, meeting her halfway for a heated kiss, savoring every second. “I'll... fill you with everything I've got...” A hand settled on a bounding tit, steadying her as he smiled, meeting her gaze. He was quickly out of breath, as his hips moved faster. “Which wont take long with how good this is.”

She happily leaned into his arms, feeling warm and happy against his chest as he pulled her close. A shy smile touched her lips when he tipped her face up and touched her so gently, insisting on her beauty. The dancer ached to just give in to his offer - but she knew she had to be honest with something, so he wouldn't be surprised. "I really want you too - but you should know I'm not - completely female," she murmured, hoping he wouldn't pull away from her after learning that.

Superboy blinked, clearly caught off guard as he processed her words, his brows knitting slightly as he searched her face. "Wait...not completely female?" he echoed, trying to piece it together, a mix of curiosity and concern in his voice. After a moment, he gave a small, almost awkward smile. "I guess I'm not entirely sure what that means... Your outfit..." He meant costume, but he didn't want to break character.

She flushed at his sweet words, the squeeze to her hips making her shiver in his arms. “I don’t know about the most beautiful,” she said, looking down shyly. The way he looked at her lips didn’t escape her. She reached to take his hand. “Come on,” she said simply, leading him from the dance floor, to one of darker corners, for some semblance of privacy. “Does this work?”

Superboy followed her with a warm smile, feeling his skin warm as they moved into the quiet, shadowed corner. "Yeah... this works perfectly," he murmured, his voice low. He took her hand, pulling her close as they started to sway gently to the distant music. "The way you move is beautiful," he said, giving her a little grin as he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "Your body is beautiful, period." His fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face, his hand settling at her waist as he leaned in. "Can I show you how beautiful I think you are?" He paused, searching her eyes for a moment, biting his lower lip.

Dorothy ducked her head, brushing her nose against his as she giggled, "I do... It's incredible bein' up here in your arms. I almost feel weightless." She explained in a quiet voice, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. "I don't suppose that feeling's down to your super-ness, is it? Or maybe...maybe I'm just particularly weak for a strong man." Before she could embarrass herself further, they were kissing again, and she was damn grateful for it. The kiss was so sensual, so hot, and perfect in every way - Dorothy never wanted it to end. "Oh no. No, this is so much more than that." She replied breathlessly. "I want this just as much as you do, I swear." She implored, leaning forward and kissing him deeply again. "If...if you'd like proof as to how badly I want this and...and you...all you'd have to do is reach under my skirt and feel how wet I am for you." To hide the blush that tinted her cheeks at having said something so bold, she buried her face in Superboy's neck, sucking hot, open-mouthed kisses against his skin as she waited to see if he'd take her up on her suggestion.

Superboy's breath caught as she spoke, his hands tightening slightly on her small frame. Her words sent a thrill through him, and he chuckled softly, shaking his head in wonder. "All I know is that you're amazing, Dorothy" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again, slow and gentle this time. "Good, good. I'd hate to think you felt like you had to do this." He met her gaze, a warm, earnest look in his eyes. "I want you to feel as incredible as you make me feel." With a soft smile, he bent down, lowering her onto the soft grass beneath them, the stars just visible overhead. He hovered over her, one hand cradling her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her again, faster this time, pulling eager kisses from her lips. His hand gently moving beneath her skirt. “I don’t need any proof, Dorothy, but…” he still wanted to feel. Large hand palmed against her underwear. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted this as well, so he forced his pants down. Without pulling their lips apart, he began rubbing against her wet underwear, letting her feel his length.

She giggled at that. “In more ways than one,” she teased, arching into his hands as they explored her body. His quiet declaration had her grinning - but then he thrust up into her, making her shriek happily. “Fuck, just like that,” she cried, riding him even harder now to chase her own pleasure.

Superboy's breath hitched at her reaction, a grin spreading across his face as he held her close, pressing her tighter against him. His hands roamed her backside, exploring her curves as their kiss grew more intense. "You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with excitement as he picked up pace. Their bodies moving in sync. He was completely lost in the moment, wanting nothing more than to make it last, but the way she moved around him had him eager for release. With a soft groan, he leaned in, whispering, "So good."

“I wouldn’t dream of holding back,” Regina assured him. Her hands traveled his body, pushing at certain areas to see where he was most sensitive. As they stood so close together, she couldn’t help but speak her mind. “I think I want you inside me.” Maybe it was a little fast, but it was still slower than she was used to. “Would that be okay, Muscles?”

"More than okay, Regina." Superboy’s smile turned into a look of pure determination as he nodded, the intensity in his eyes making his answer clear as he kicked off his pants. “I want that too,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her hips to pull her in. He pressed her firmly against him, pushing inside her with a low groan. He met her gaze one last time, as if checking in, before closing the distance between them with a kiss that was deep and full of promise. His movements were both gentle and strong, hips thrusting forward with purpose.

His deep voice made her shiver, anticipation climbing inside her as his lips got close to her body. She liked the feeling of his lips against her, but his tongue did things to her, making her feel electric. “Anywhere and everywhere,” she replied, breathlessly like she was caught in a dream.

Superboy's grin widened at her words, a spark of excitement lighting in his gaze. "I think I can manage that." He lowered his head, his breath warm against her skin as he began to trace gentle, teasing kisses, letting his tongue brush softly where he sensed she'd feel it most. He took his time around each nip, savoring the way she responded, wanting to make her feel everything she was hoping for and more.

The fairy found herself closing her eyes to enjoy his touch. “With your tongue, hmm?” She questioned lightly, tossing the idea around in her head. “I think..I think I’d like that.”

Superboy's lips curved into a grin, his eyes glinting with desire as he leaned a bit closer. "Yeah? I think I can make that happen," he said, voice low. "I was only thinking about using my lips...” His hand slid gently along her side as he leaned in, his mouth hovering near her skin for a second before kissing. “Like that, but if you want my tongue," he dragged his tongue softly, his body filling with excitement. “Any particular spot you want touched?”

Dorothy gushed at his praise; not feeling as though it were entirely warranted, but she was powerless to protest against him; not when his eyes were boring down on her like that, making her feel small and weak, but only in the best possible way. All of this led up to a passionate kiss, which she moaned into when she felt him returning it. They remained like that for what felt like a delicious dozen minutes - Dororthy held effortlessly up in Superboy's arms while they made out under the stars, only separating when the need for oxygen (probably on her part) demanded it. She bit her bottom lip, a thankful, whimper of a moan slipping from her mouth at his praise. Something about a man calling her adorable in that deep, domineering tone had her feeling so much naughtier than the aforementioned adjective would normally suggest. "Oh, yes...k-keep going. Oh, I don't know what I'd do if you'd stop." She admitted quietly as they kissed some more, their tongues lapping at each other hungrily as her back hit the wall of the nearest hedge, prompting her to cling even tighter to his strong frame. She could feel his hardness rutting against her, driving her even crazier with need. "Oh...gosh...you feel...mmm...so big... You're big everywhere."

Superboy's smile turned into a soft grin as he held her steady, his eyes filled with playful lust. He kept her close, savoring her every reaction, feeling her excitement match his own. "You really like this, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and warm. The way she looked up at him, flushed and vulnerable, tugged at something deep inside him, making him want to keep going, to keep that look in her eyes. He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers slowly, letting the kiss build all over again. One hand moved to cradle her head, forcing his other hand under her rear side, keeping her anchored to him as they kissed, long and deep. Superboy couldn’t ignore the heat rising in his pants, especially with the way she was pressing against it. “Dorothy… we can keep going,” he murmured, his voice a little unsteady, “but this isn’t just a ‘thank you’, is it?”

Herc frowned when Superboy started speaking so openly about his concerns. It sounded like this was something that had been eating at him for a while. Herc wrapped an arm around the man's waist and guided them down the right-hand path when they got to another curve. "I think the fact that you're worried about it means that it's not something that's likely to happen. If you want to be good, you'll be good."

Superboy looked away, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. "I don't know, sometimes being good feels like… holding back," he admitted, his voice a little quieter. "Like it would be so easy to just give in to that side." He took a deep breath, glancing up at Herc with a mix of frustration and uncertainty. "Let’s talk about something else." Just as Superboy was ready for a topic change, he noticed a crowd at the end. “I think that’s it!” He moved forward with Herc, leading them out of the maze and towards the rest of the party. “We did it, man!” He cheered in delight. “How about that drink to celebrate?”

“Will you..” she started shyly, her cheeks flushing as she tried to communicate. “Will you touch me some more?” At the invitation, her playful smile returned, and her hands started to explore. Of course they still started at his chest, but they continued downward. To his stomach, able to feel every inch of his abs. To his hips and over his bulge. To his muscular back, down to his fine ass. She touched everything there was to touch, but never stayed in one place for long.

Superboy grinned, his shyness was slowly slipping away. "Of course," he murmured softly, hands moving to caress her neck. He started gently, letting his fingers trace along to her chest before traveling lower, exploring with a mix of warmth and curiosity. He could feel the playfulness in her touch, and it brought out a softness in his own, his fingertips grazing below her bellybutton down to her center. "Your body is so warm." he whispered, his eyes meeting hers with a spark. He leaned down to blow cool air against her skin. Then let his hands roam as well, taking his time but never lingering, matching her teasing touches, like a dance they were creating together. “I wanna touch you like this, but with my mouth.”

Kristoff laughed. "He better be! He's my reindeer, so if he can't tell directions then I'm oficially screwed. Luckily, that's never the case." He smiled when he asked him about his country. "It's beautiful. And very white almost all year long, specially where I live, in Arandelle. The mountains there are something else!" They made the turn and he noticed a small tree at the end of it, in a pot. "That's weird. It must mean something don't you think?" He looked at him and smiled. "Your turn to tell me about your country."

"You know, comparing me to your reindeer is… honestly, not the worst thing I’ve been called. At least he sounds dependable." He laughed, nudging Kristoff’s shoulder. “I have a super dog, though—Krypto. So, I guess I’m not without a furry friend either. Not exactly a reindeer, but he’s pretty great.” He looked thoughtful when Kristoff asked about his home. “Well, I live in Gotham. It’s… intense there. Lots of tall buildings, shadows, and enough crime to keep the Titans busy. Definitely no snow-covered mountains. My dads live in Metropolis though, which I visit from time to time. That place is a lot more lively.” A soft smile crossed his face. He pointed at the potted tree with a grin. “What if it's The Tree of Lost Memories? Some say that every time you pass by one, it “borrows” a memory—a small one, like where you put your keys, or even a larger one, like why you entered the maze at all."

“Good,” Regina said with a wide smile. She did like big men. She watched his reactions and she just smiled, almost innocently but not quite. “Maybe a little of both?” She admitted, testing his interest.

Superboy chuckled, feeling his pulse quicken as Regina’s hands moved more firmly against him. "Okay," he murmured, letting an encouraging smirk tug at the corners of his mouth. He felt a rush of excitement, so he kissed again more hungrily. “Don’t hold back,” he said softly, his tone encouraging, giving her a nod to let her know he was all in. His hands traced along her back, finding their way to her ass, pulling her just a bit closer, welcoming the fierceness she brought.

Her lips curved up wider, fingertips pressing into his chest as she moved on top of him, savoring the thick press of him inside her. "Well I can't guarantee every time - not everyone is me, baby," she pointed out. "But it should feel good every time. Otherwise - someone is doing something wrong." Biting her lip, she arched her back slightly, moaning as his length hit that amazing spot inside of her.

Superboy felt the intensity of her words sink in, a grin spreading as he looked up at her. “I guess I got lucky, then,” he murmured through groans, his large hands moving to caress at her curves as she arched. Superboy gasped at that. Her confidence, combined with the way she moved, had him feeling like he didn’t want this moment to end. “I’m all in on making sure you feel just as good.” he whispered back, meeting her gaze with a look of determination. He began thrusting his hips up, eyes rolling back.

She bit her bottom lip, watching the way his muscles danced, the movement just as mesmerizing as her hips were to him. As he kept trying, so delightfully committed, she kept moving along with him, thumbs running over the front of his slim hips. "I think you're doing well - but I wouldn't mind giving some - private lessons," she agreed, her cheeks flushing prettily.

Superboy’s grin turned a little softer, admiration clear in his eyes. “I was hoping you’d say yes,” he said, giving her hips a gentle squeeze. “Because I could watch the most beautiful dancer here move all day—there’s something kind of amazing about the way you make it look so effortless.” His gaze lingered on her for a beat longer, drifting to her lips. “Plus, I’d probably focus a lot better without anyone else around. Just you and me, no distractions…”