As I was asked for a sample of a 'Commissioner's Cut,' here's a preview

“What makes you worthy of Darkseid’s attention?” he asked, his voice guttural, booming. Despite the cadence being that of a whisper for any other man, the husky sound seemed to rattle the bones of Kory’s skull.

She stood in the tyrant’s red gaze, already underdressed, her luxurious hair doing more to cover her than her short boots or armguards. Her costume was the usual Tamaranian attire, a set of panties that caressed her wide hips, seemingly destined for motherhood. 

At the waist, the scant fabric ran in parallel straps up her taut belly, covering her voluminous breasts before joining with a bejeweled collar. The whole affair added up to little more than a one-piece bathing suit, or rather a two-piece, simply with the top half transliterated to the straps that connected collar and bottoms, rather than running horizontal. It was surely the bare minimum of fabric that could cover her voluptuous body and still be considered less than obscene.

So Koriand’r was well-used to sexual gazes—the looks of men planning, fantasizing the uses they wished to put her lovely body to. There was none of that fuming impotence in Darkseid’s stare. He seemed to knew he could have her: his arrogance as firm and understated, yet overwhelming, as the rest of him. He seemed to eye her with insidious strategy, seeing in her sexual pleasures for them both that it even shamed free-spirited Kory to have projected onto her. He did not just wish to possess her, as so many did. He wished to dominate her. That, it seemed, was his chief pleasure and his chief weapon would be what he could make she herself feel. There was too much confidence in his level gaze for it to be otherwise. 

While the thought of submitting to him was taboo enough to be humiliating, that wasn’t enough to dissuade her. Kory was too strong-willed, too promiscuous. If he could truly make her enjoy it as much as his silent, monomaniacal stare suggested, she would welcome it. Taboos always seemed to make for the best sex, after all.

So thinking, Kory pulled the straps of her costume to either side of her GG-cup chest. They easily slipped back to her ribs when her freed breasts thrust forward, showcasing even more the fine golden hue of her skin, too exotic to be mistaken for human upon any close inspection. Her breasts were also on the edge of believability—large and firm, preternaturally high, but obviously real. With each shaky breath Kory took, they jiggled with real weight, betraying no artificiality. 

Darkseid’s glowing red eyes seemed to smolder at a deeper intensity, growing hotter—wanting to possess her more. Kory felt a swell of pride in her body. Even this self-styled New God was not immune to her charms.

“The appeal of your body is abundant,” Darkseid boomed, silken lust covering his rough voice. “You do well to show it so openly. But do you have the skill to use such a divine body as it deserves to be?”

Kory made no move to hide her nudity, even as her nipples became engorged, hiking up with bloated fervor as Kory took one heaving breath after another. “One could ask the same of you, only as of yet, you haven’t revealed your own body’s… appeal.”