Bab 360: Mrs. Superman (DC Comics)
A/N: Mrs. Superman was a commissioned one shot originally written back in November of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Fucked Silly
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In a small home in upper Metropolis, a young woman of brown hair and a beautiful buxom figure stands. Smiling a slightly deranged smile as she stares at numerous pictures of Superman in all of his heroic glory pinned to her wall, Dana Dearden licks her lips in anticipation as she clutches at the glowing magic coins in her hands.
With these coins, taken from the Metropolis Museum of Art on her very first date with Jimmy Olsen, Dana now had the super-powers to match Superman. She just needed to meet with him, to show him her worth. Then, finally… she could be Mrs. Superman.
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In a multitude of other universes, in most versions of the universe, what would follow would be a rather heartbreaking tale of obsession and mental instability getting the better of a bright young woman with a clear and solid future ahead of her. Far from being known as Mrs. Superman, in most universes and most timelines, Dana Dearden would become known as Obsession, vacillating between heroics and villainess acts at the drop of a dime, her crazed fixation on Superman keeping her from living a normal life.
Because of course, in most universes Clark Kent, otherwise known as Superman, wouldn't even consider Dana as a potential sexual partner. He would recognize her mental instability immediately and be completely turned off to the idea.
However, in this universe… in this universe, Clark is making his way back to the Fortress of Solitude after a fight in which he was tagged with inhibition-removing Red Kryptonite. To his credit, the incredibly powerful Kryptonian was well aware that he needed to seclude himself away until he could get it out of his system. Some time in isolation until the worst wore off would be for the best.
However, just as he's coming in for a landing right outside of the Fortress, a woman appears before him, stopping him dead in his tracks lest he plow right through her. Though, even in the haze that's settled over his mind, he notes that she seemingly flew all the way up here to the Fortress under her own power… or rather, her own SUPER powers as the case seemed to be.
"Superman! I've been looking for you. Do you like? I'm the Mrs. to your Superman… Mrs. Superman! I want to be yours… and I want you to be mine~"
It's as heartfelt a confession as confessions can get. But under most circumstances, Clark would be utterly turned off by the… the whole getup she's wearing. The makeshift replica of his House Name and Symbol and the pornstar-quality of the rest of her costume to mimic his own would be insulting, most days. Clark is just about to tell her off… and yet, he finds his eyes tracking back over her form, up and down.
Underneath that makeshift replica symbol on her chest IS her chest, a pair of C-cups straining D-cups pushing up against the mimicry S. Meanwhile, further down her costume terminates in the crotch of a leotard, with those luscious legs of hers looking absolutely gorgeous in the red thigh highs she's wearing. Finally, there's a red bandana pulling back her hair to reveal a solid eight out of ten face… that becomes a straight ten out of ten when it's filled with such lust and desire for him, Superman.
The Red Kryptonite is nowhere near out of his system and having such a beautiful woman offer herself up to him on a silver platter proves too much for Clark's nonexistent inhibitions at the moment. His eyes flash red for a moment and he smiles as he floats forward, happily placing an arm around her itty bitty waist.
"Why don't we talk about this some more inside 'Mrs. Superman'."
Beaming, Dana is all too happy to go along with it. Meanwhile, Clark is unwilling to take any chances, calling out to the systems of the Fortress as they disappear into it.
"Keep the door closed and my comms off until I say otherwise, Fortress!"
With the order given, the doors close behind the pair with a certain sense of finality… and though no one is there to watch it, if there had been, they would know that that moment was the moment everything changed.
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Deep inside of the Fortress of Solitude, in the master bedroom, Clark is making out with his brunette visitor. Both are pawing at each other's bodies quite eagerly, with Dana being amazed and incredibly thrilled by how quickly she was fulfilling her dream. But she wanted… nay, she NEEDED more. Luckily for her, Clark in his current state was happy to give her more. In fact, he wanted more as well.
Pulling off of her mouth, the Man of Steel lies back on his bed and smirks at her boldly.
"Hop on, Mrs. Superman."
"Don't mind if I do, Mr. Superman!"
Squealing in near-delirious glee, Dana floats over and sits her ample rump down right atop Clark's crotch. Her eyes flutter and she shudders as she feels his bulge, the hardened dick underneath the crotch of his costume. Moaning, she rubs her crotch against his, getting wetter and wetter, panting harder and harder with need as they engage in some 'above-the-covers' foreplay.
Clark lets out a growl after a moment however, his eyes flashing red again in a commanding, domineering manner that just turns Dana on even more.
"Take off my bottoms."
Eager to please, eager to obey, eager to… well, experience everything that Superman has to offer, Dana hurriedly does so, pulling off first his boots, then his shorts, then his leggings. As she does so, his cock comes springing out of its confines. More than above average and already standing at attention, it throbs and pulsates with need. It should be enough to strike fear and terror into any mortal woman… but luckily for her, Dana is no longer a mortal woman.
Giggling gleefully, she wraps her gloved hands around Superman's cock and begins to stroke it up and down, moaning throatily as she stares at it like a woman possessed… or rather, obsessed. All for her… its… its all for her.
Leaning forward, she begins to kiss at it almost reverently. She'd worn makeup to this little get-together, as well as her brightest shade of ruby red lipstick. Now, she leaves kiss marks all along Clark's shaft as she goes up and down his cock, peppering the hot, meaty, throbbing member with her smooches.
Finally, she goes down on him. Stretching her jaw as wide as possible, the brunette proceeds to engulf first his cockhead and then more of his dick in her maw, sliding her lips along his dick as she goes further and further. He's huge, but she didn't come here to fail, no sir. She came here to WIN, and if there's one thing Dana is sure of, its that her intentions are PURE! Pure Lust and Depravity, of course!
Bobbing up and down Superman's cock, the would-be Mrs. Superman gurgles as she tries to take him further and further. Clark, even through the haze of Red Kryptonite, has to admit, he's impressed. She's handling him better than he would have thought… better than he'd ever expected.
As his cock hits the back of her throat for the first time, he prepares to stop her, even with Red Kryptonite driving him. He's not looking to become a murderer, after all, and there's a very real chance of his dick blowing out the back of her head if she impales her mouth too fast on his meatpole of steel.
Except, before he can hold her off and tell her to take it easy… she dives down all the same, and to his immense surprise, that doesn't happen. For the first time in Clark's entire memory, a girl is able to deep-throat his member, his cock gliding down the back of her throat and bending ever so slightly as it does so.
Dana still chokes mightily of course, but she did NOT come this far to give up. And so, she continues to face fuck herself on her lover's dick, bobbing up and down and forcing herself to take him down her gullet as Clark lays back, staring at her in amazement.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
He's never… he's never had a woman who could handle him in such a way before. If he's the Man of Steel, then it would be accurate to call every partner he's ever had a Woman of Kleenex. Earthlings, even the nonhuman ones, were by and large incredibly squishy. Unfortunately for Clark, this meant that he usually had to be very careful with his lovers and do a whole lot of nothing while THEY did all the work.
That was why his default position had been to lie back and tell Dana to hop on, because he knew he needed to be careful not to hurt her. However, now… now he finds himself amazed by how capable she's proving herself. Even through the Red Kryptonite, he's impressed… and because of the Red Kryptonite, he's IMMENSELY turned on.
With a hoarse groan, Clark finally cums, unloading hot sticky liquid down Dana's throat. The brunette is ill-prepared for it and is actually rocked back by the cum blast, choking as his seed hits the back of her throat hard and fast enough to knock her away. As a result, she ends up on her knees between Clark's spread, hairy legs, getting absolutely BUFFETED by his entire load of cum, a full frontal experience that leaves her covered in his jizz.
Far from being displeased by this occurrence, Dana moans wantonly and begins to scoop up Superman's cum from her body, coating her gloves in the sticky stuff and slurping them clean as she cleans herself up in an incredibly provocative, perverted way. Watching this, Clark can't help but get hard again, his cock coming back to life in no time at all, much to Dana's excitement.
Covered in her love and wet as all hell, the would-be Mrs. Superman hovers up off of the bed, taking off her filthy gloves and giving his reinvigorated cock a quick rubdown with her bare hands before licking her lips and turning around, shaking her fat derriere in Clark's face. Once she's had enough fun playing with his dick with her hands and ass, she pulls the crotch of her pornstar-quality costume aside, showing off her sopping wet pussy.
Clark, for his part, does nothing to stop what's about to happen, anticipating the moment of penetration as much as she is at this point. Without further ado, Dana slams down onto him, gasping in delight as she forcefully impales herself upon a cock, once again in a way Clark has never experienced before. Grunting, so surprised and caught off guard that he finds himself instinctively moving, Clark reaches up and grabs Dana's hips.
He pulls back as if burned a moment later, only to realize his momentary tight grip HASN'T shattered any of the tasty treat of a brunette's bones, hasn't crushed her pelvis into dust. Indeed, he's not ruptured her insides or maimed her in any way. Now to be fair to Clark, he's never done anything of that sort with ANY woman before.
However, he's well aware that under the effects of Red Kryptonite, with his inhibitions stripped away, his vaunted self-control might also be gone. Indeed, if he tries to get with Lois for instance while in this state, he would almost certainly horribly injure the beautiful, vivacious woman, if not kill her outright.
But not so with the so-called Mrs. Superman. She was actually living up to her name. She could handle him… she could handle his cock and his roughness and… and Clark slowly puts his hands back on Dana's hips, even as she begins to bounce herself up and down on his dick. Her pussy is molding itself into the perfect shape for his cock, something she comments on as she looks back over her shoulders at him and grins lustfully.
"By the time we're through, my cunt will be a perfect fit for your cock and your cock alone, Superman. Because I was made for you, just like you were made for me~ We're two halves of a whole, two sides of the same coin!"
Feeling his curiosity peeking through the haze of Red Kryptonite, Clark can't help but croak out a question through an incredibly dry throat, even as Dana continues to bounce up and down on his dick, even as his fingers squeeze into her sides but do no actual damage to her, just adding more pleasure to the rough sexual experience.
"You… a-are you Kryptonian then?"
Shaking her head, moaning up a storm, face flushed bright red with pleasure, Dana can only gasp out her response.
"A-Ah, no… I'm… or I WAS only h-human. But I, nnngh, knew that we were meant to be together! S-So I made sure I could handle you, Superman! I made sure I could be the best Mrs. that you could ever ask for!"
The room is shaking, Clark distantly notes. Because of them. With his hands on her hips helping her along and her enthusiasm, they're doing some serious balls to the wall fucking. His cock thrusts up into her from below, and her ass strikes his crotch again and again, the two of them nigh-delirious with pleasure and ecstasy. Dana doesn't hold back… but then, neither does Clark.
Out of anywhere on Planet Earth, the Fortress of Solitude is probably one of the only places rated to stand this abuse. But even still, as they fuck hard and fast and go even harder and faster the more time goes on, the Master Bedroom shakes under the power that they're both putting into things. And as Clark thrusts up into her from below, burying his cock inside of Dana's cunt again and again, she keeps talking, keeps elaborating.
"I was, ooh, MADE to be Mrs. Superman! You won't ever, oh FUCK, need anyone but me, ever again! You'll, nnngh, never be lonely a-again, because I'll be there to fuck the l-loneliness AWAY!"
What does he even say to a heartfelt promise like that? What can he even do in the face of such… conviction? With a growl, Clark reaches out and grabs her, pulling her back against his chest and holding her close as his hips go even faster. One final strong thrust and pump, and Dana is squealing and creaming herself upon his cock as he cums at the exact same time as her.
Rope after rope of sticky Kryptonian cum fills the enhanced woman's pussy and pumps directly into her waiting womb. As Clark cums, his seed impacts her cervix and forces its way through in a similarly violent manner as his cum hitting the back of her throat rocketed her back. However, this time around, he's holding her tightly so there's nowhere for her to go. All she can do is take it.
And take it she does, the pleasure of those repeated impacts of sticky, ropy jizz against her inner walls and into her womb causing Dana's eyes to roll back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Until finally… finally it's over.
Once he finally stops cumming inside of her, Dana slowly relaxes, recovering with heavily lidded eyes as she moans throatily. She's done it. She's achieved her greatest desire. She's-
"We're not done yet."
Dana's eyes open wide, nearly bulging out of her skull as her beloved slams back into her pussy. They both end up coming off the bed as he knocks her onto her back, looming over her with his hands gripping tightly at her low quality red thigh high boots, his cock half-impaled in her clenching, gushing, already-creampied quim.
"If you're going to be Mrs. Superman… we have to make sure you're pregnant."
Staring up into Superman's flushed, eager face, Dana's eyes are wide as she hastily nods in agreement. She would never have thought that she and she alone could destroy the superhero's vaunted self-control, but it certainly seems like she has! Of course, unbeknownst to her, this is all the Red Kryptonite talking… but it's not like Dana knows that.
All she knows is that she's never seen Superman so flustered, so eager, and it's all (seemingly) because of her! How can she possibly be upset when he slams into her in a mating press, beginning to fuck her into the floor of the chamber harder and faster than even she'd bounced up and down on his cock?!
Moaning wantonly, eyes rolling around in her head and explosive orgasms coming faster and faster until they feel like they're arriving back to back to back, Dana clings to her super-lover for dear life, holding onto him as he pins her down with his immense strength, her legs high in the air on either side of his broad waist.
The rough treatment causes her bargain-store costume to rip, the mockery of a House Symbol on her chest tearing and her breasts bouncing free of their confines. Clark wastes no time in tasting those, grabbing hold of Dana's tits with bruising force. On any weaker woman, his strength would probably pop those tits like a pair of water balloons. But on Dana… she can take it.
Clark marvels in that fact as he gets to motorboat his first pair of breasts, mauling and kneading her soft mammaries to his heart's content without having to fear maiming her or anything like that. Starting to speed up, he growls and groans into Dana's tits, and it becomes obvious that he's going to cum soon again.
Though she knows Superman doesn't need permission, Dana nevertheless does her part to encourage him, the thought of being pregnant with his child filling her with endless amounts of joy.
"D-Do it, Superman! Knock me up! Breed me! Make me your woman!"
With a triumphant roar, Clark slams home into Dana's already creampied womb again, this time his actual cockhead penetrating her cervix and pushing just an inch into her womb itself as he begins to cum. The way her pussy has molded to fit along his cock perfectly means that it's an incredibly tight fit… and that his seed has nowhere to go at first.
For a moment, Dana's belly actually visibly inflates, growing to make it look like she's already a couple months pregnant. However, finally the overflow of cum manages to make it out of the small space between her pussy lips and his cock and spills down onto her ass.
Delirious with pleasure, Dana tries to recenter herself and get her wits back. She's starting to wonder if the magic coins can keep up with all of this. She can still feel her hips at least… s-so maybe they should quit while they're ahead? She has what she wanted, after all. She's satisfied Superman not once, not twice, but THREE times so far, right? That…should be enough, yes?
Leaning forward, Clark gives Dana a long, deep kiss that she can't help but reciprocate. Then, he slowly pulls back, causing her to come up off her back as she tries to extend out the kiss as long as possible. The result is Dana, in her torn mockery of a superheroine costume, kneeling there on the floor of the Fortress of Solitude with his seed spilling out of her freshly fucked cunt.
Meanwhile, Clark pulls back and floats just in front of her so that his cock, still rock hard, can hover right over her face. As Dana goes cross-eyed just looking up at him, Clark looks down past it at her and growls lustfully.
"More."
Dana's eyes practically become hearts. How can she ever deny her beloved hubby anything?! The future father of her children… yes, she can keep going! Opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue, Dana's wanton moan is subsequently cut off as he slides in, fitting like a glove.
What follows is more fucking. The two of them proceed to plow all around the Fortress, causing more than a little bit of damage in the process. Dana bounces up and down on his lap in the Fortress' Command Center. Clark pushes her up against the Fortress' window into Antarctica and cums in her ass. There's even doggystyle in the shower.
Every time, Clark cums inside. Of course, a couple of loads end up in her belly or her bowels as a result of this policy, but the vast majority of his seed… it goes into Dana's already packed womb. While the shower interlude in the middle of this fuck fest does allow her to clean up a bit, its back to plowing silly right afterwards, with no rest for the wicked in sight.
Dana gets positively wrecked and utterly pounded across what feels like every surface in the Fortress of Solitude, the magical coins that give her superpowers glowing brightly the entire time where she has them tucked away safely. They're certainly pushed to their limits as an inhibitionless Superman goes to town on a woman for the very first time, finding himself able to truly let loose and indulge in all of his worst impulses with Dana's fervent, albeit increasingly exhausted encouragement.
This was what she wanted, after all. This was what she NEEDED. She WOULD be Mrs. Superman… and nothing would stand in her way, not even her own limits. She'd push past them all, just to be the woman, the fuck toy, the broodmare that Superman needed! It was her one true purpose in life, to get fucked and bred and fucked some more by the Man of Steel!
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Clark slowly wakes up, feeling both refreshed and satiated in a way he's never felt before. He's also… incredibly tired in a way he's never been before. He feels like he just ran a Marathon… except that was the human equivalent of exhausting yourself. He feels like he just went a half dozen rounds with Doomsday… and won.
The Red Kryptonite has fully left his system at this point, and Clark finds himself going over what happened while he was still under its effects. Blinking as he plays back his perfect memory, a blush spreads across his face and he quickly realizes he's not alone. Pulling the covers away from his body AND the body of his bed partner, Clark stares at Dana. She's currently on her side, facing away from him, but that nevertheless allows him to see everything.
Completely naked, Dana's blemish free back and perfectly round backside are on full display… as are the sticky trails of cum ALL over her body, with a TON of it spilling out of her very well-fucked pussy and forming a puddle on the bed between them.
He'd… he'd absolutely ruined her last night. For a moment, Clark feels shame and embarrassment over his actions. But then, reviewing them… he can't help but be impressed. Dana had clearly wanted it, so at least he hadn't raped her. But more than that… she'd handled everything he threw at her without a single flinch. She'd handled his immense might and powerful strength without… without an ounce of hesitation.
As he stares at his fucked silly bed partner, a slow smile begins to form on Clark's face, one of fondness, affection… and arousal. Down between the powerful Kryptonian's legs, his cock begins to grow erect again.
Soon, she would wake up… and they'd go again, even without the Red Kryptonite to influence things. They had to make sure she was properly pregnant, after all, and Clark had never tried to make a baby before, so he didn't really know when enough would be enough. But he did know one thing for absolute certain, and he was sure the brunette sleeping next to him would agree one hundred percent.
Can't be Mrs. Superman without Super babies!
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