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Superman: Brides - 12
🕑 Added 2024-10-23 00:10:13 +0000 UTCTheir voices were soft and light. It was a song of giggles, gasps, and breathless whispers, the sort of tune to make a man’s heart race - even a Superman’s.
Clark stood at Karen’s bedroom door, unmoving. He’d remained still as a statue, simply listening - the naughty commotion continued on, pouring into his ears.
It was an emergency message that had brought him back to Metropolis, back to Karen’s apartment, though it didn’t take long for him to realize it was phony. Nothing more than a trick played to get him there. He was right where they wanted him. And indeed it was they - Clark could hear two voices. Two women. Karen’s… and that of her guest.
He heard them through the door, through the apartment walls. He’d heard them when he was fifty miles away. He should have heard them when he’d started back from the other side of the planet. Rao, if he’d been paying attention…
There was the sound of lips crashing upon lips, tongues sliding together. Mingling with sweet, needy moans…
Clark clenched his jaw. It was happening again. They were trying to rope him into another twisted evening of pleasure. The Man of Steel frowned at the memory, bemoaning his weak will. What they did that night was wrong - Kara was his own flesh and blood and Karen may as well have been. And yet Clark let them drag him to bed and allowed himself to get swept up in the heat of the moment.
Superman was supposed to be better than that. A hero was meant to be above base temptations - and, most importantly, not fuck his cousins.
His gorgeous, blonde, big-breasted cousins…
Clark grimaced. The memories ran through his head, clear and dazzling as crystal. Memories of Kara’s light, soft moans, of the way her angelic face twisted in pleasure, of the way her tight cunt felt wrapped around his cock-
The Man of Steel breathed in, deep and heavy. More memories came, just as vivid and just as enticing. Memories of Karen and her wicked smile, full lips leaving marks of ruby red all over his throat and naked chest. Memories of Karen’s full, luscious body pressing against him, memories of her warmth, memories of her magnificent breasts pressing against him… and those same tits wrapped around his hard, swollen cock.
Clark groaned softly. His loins stirred, fully awake now. The feelings of frustration still stung, but they slowly ebbed away. He stared at Karen’s bedroom door and listened.
The sound of panting. The sound of lips sliding together. The sound of hands running over naked skin. The sound of excited, breathless whispers.
“He’s here. Are you ready for him?”
“God, yes.”
Clark recognized the other voice. His cock stirred again. He could use his x-ray vision to see through the wall and confirm it. But he wanted to see it with his own eyes.
He reached out and opened the door.
Two blondes lay entangled on the bed. Karen cradled her guest, the very near-naked Black Canary. The street-tough heroine was bare but for the fishnets clinging to her long, supple legs. Those same legs were spread, giving Clark an open view of soft, glistening pink - a view only lightly obstructed by Karen’s nimble fingers. Slowly moving, slowly sliding, over and between Dinah’s silken lips.
Dinah sighed. Karen spoke.
“Hey, Kal.” His fellow Kryptonian greeted him, her voice dripping with sultry teasing. And her lips… Clark saw that her lips were painted a glossy blue. “Took you a while to get your ass over here. Don’t you know it’s rude to keep ladies waiting? I thought the Kents raised you better than that.”
Clark kept a stony expression, trying to maintain some level of decorum. Yet still, he moved further into the bedroom… and closed the door behind him.
“Karen.” He began, taking every ounce of his strength as a man to keep from staring at how Karen’s fingers parted and plunged into Dinah’s sex. “The emergency communication channel is for emergencies. This is… an unprofessional use of-”
Karen and Dinah both giggled, light feminine tittering that made his heart pound faster, harder.
“It’s just a little bit of fun.” Karen rolled her eyes. She slowly drew her hand from between Dinah’s legs, making the other blonde whine softly. She slid her hand over Dinah’s taut, bare belly, her glistening fingers leaving smears of slick across smooth, pale skin. It was only then that Clark noticed the marks Karen had left - blue lipstick kisses peppered all over Dinah’s body. “Even a farm boy knows what ‘fun’ is, right? We thought we’d surprise you.”
Dinah nodded along. Both women smirked, their angelic faces turning devious. Their eyes were blue fire, drawing him in like a moth to light. The scent in the air - Dinah’s scent - swirled into Clark’s nostrils, thick and musky. A mingling of sex and womanhood.
It was times like these that Clark cursed his Kryptonian physiology - the double-edged sword of his super-senses.
Dinah hummed, stirring in Karen’s arms. She really was a lovely woman, the Black Canary - alluring in and out of uniform. Even the Man of Steel found his gaze drawn to the blonde brawler from time to time. And now here she was, displayed before him in the buff. Though her curves did not match Karen’s, her figure was markedly more womanly than Kara’s - boasting fuller hips, shapelier legs, and breasts a cup size larger than the young Supergirl. A body made to be enjoyed.
Clark was hard as steel - literally. His cock had swollen in the confines of his suit. It no longer mattered how calm of a mask he wore, his body was responding to what was offered. His desire could not be hidden.
And two blonde sirens curled up on the bed… they were pleased.
“Consider this a ‘thank you’.” Dinah’s voice was a low, inviting purr. “On behalf of the planet.”
Clark stepped even closer. He stood at the foot of the bed now. Looking down at their bare bodies, admiring the softness of their naked flesh. The scent in the air was even thicker now - enough to make even Superman feel a stirring in his guts.
“That’s… a very nice thought. But this is incredibly-”
“Enticing?” Karen offered.
Clark made an effort to look his cousin in the eye.
“Inappropriate.”
Dinah’s smile grew. Through the haze that fell over her features, Clark saw that she still gripped some clarity.
“You really are a boy scout.” She mused.
“Told you.” Karen pressed her lips to Dinah’s temple. “He’s such a sweetheart. Aren’t you, big guy?”
Karen’s eyes shined with mischief. She gave an innocent little hum, drawing her roaming hand upwards to cup Dinah’s breasts. Slowly, her fingers played - pinching one of Canary’s nipples between her thumb and index, making the brawler gasp and whine. Then… those fingers began to circle, tracing the edge of that round, pink areola.
Clark could only stare. And the two blondes stared him down right back. His cock stirred, throbbing at full hardness now. The two women saw the arousal swelling between his legs. Karen whispered something into Dinah’s ear and the brawler giggled. Delight glimmered in their eyes.
“Karen-”
“Kal.” The other Kryptonian shot back. “It’s okay to get a little inappropriate in the bedroom.”
“Hell…” Dinah added, her voice low and breathy as Karen’s hands continued to play upon her body. “I’d say it’s preferable.”
Hands slid over curves. Fingers sank into soft flesh, fondling hips, groping tits. Lips grazed over sensitive skin, leaving more blue marks in their wake. Two womanly bodies curled together amidst little gasps and sweet moans.
Clark’s mind should have been sharp. He should have had a dozen proper, rational rebukes on his tongue. Instead, he simply stood and watched. His mind was cast in a thick fog, his body sweltering in the heated atmosphere of this bedroom.
He said nothing, did nothing, even as the two blondes eventually disentangled from each other. They crawled out of Karen’s bed… and quickly glided over to him. Intent was written on their faces, in their eyes. Hunger, too. They craved him.
It was a two-pronged attack, Karen and Dinah coming at him from both sides. They each took an arm and led him towards the bed. Clark did not resist - he was outnumbered. There was a part of him that loved those odds. Unsurprisingly, the two women took ample opportunity to feel him up. Even through the material of his suit, he could feel their hands upon him, roaming, exploring, groping. They touched him all over, his broad shoulders, his arms, his chest, his abdomen, even his buttocks - Clark knew that had to be Karen.
Dinah was even more bold, sliding her hand between his legs. She felt his length through his pants, her face lighting up with wicked joy as he throbbed against her exploring hand.
“A man like you…” She breathed, pressing her near-naked body into his flank. “It’d be a real damn shame if you were squeaky clean all the time.”
“So let’s say that we have an obligation…” Karen picked up, pressing her blue-painted lips to the side of his neck. “To get you a little dirty.”
A tempting offer. Clark could not deny that. Not with his body responding so intensely to their company, to their affection.
But he was not lost. Not yet.
Clark - Superman - still clung to some semblance of clarity. Just barely.
“What about Green Arrow?” He found himself asking. The Black Canary and the Emerald Archer had been a thing for years, together even before joining the Justice League. Even with Dinah’s feeling up his cock right then, Clark had to consider that. “I heard you two were fighting, but-”
Dinah silenced him with a kiss. Short and sweet, but enough to shut him up. She followed it up with a smaller, gentler peck to his lips.
“I don’t want to talk about Green Arrow.” She looked so beautiful as she drew back, taking his hand and drawing him towards the bed. Her eyes glimmered defiantly. “Do you?”
His answer was his lack of resistance as Karen began to free him of his Superman garb. First to go was the cape. The belt followed, thumping against the bedroom floor. Both women were disrobing him now, undoing the hidden clasps that ran down his back. Soon they were peeling the blue material from his body, slipping his shoulders free, then his arms, then the rest of his torso. All the while they were feeling him up, cooing excitedly as they groped at naked flesh and taut muscle.
“Smart choice.” Karen teased, sliding her arms around his waist from behind. Her fingers caught the circle of his pants… and pushed down. Down his thighs, down over his groin. His cock sprung free.
Dinah let out a sound. Not a gasp or a whistle, but her appreciation was clear all the same.
“God… that suit didn’t hide anything, did it?” She mused, slowly drawing her fingers over his bare, flat stomach. Inching closer and closer to the base of his shaft. “You know some people in the League think it’s mostly the suit. Padding and all.”
Karen snorted.
“Kal? Not a chance. He’s one hundred percent Superman.” Karen nibbled playfully at his earlobe before slipping around to his front. Clark took in the sight of the two blondes, took in the allure of their nudity and their inviting eyes. Karen met his gaze, smirking. “What are you waiting for, Kal? Prove me right.”
Karen was power and strength married to unashamed womanhood. Her figure was proud, even boastful in the sheer opulence of those curves. There were few men on the face of this planet - on the face of any planet - who could ignore the allure: the pleasing width of her hips turning into the tight muscle of her tummy turning still into the grand swells of her breasts. If Clark was one hundred percent Superman, Karen was one hundred percent Power Girl.
Dinah was another sort of siren. Fitness and grit rolled into a slender but shapely vessel. Karen boasted plump tits and wide hips, but Dinah was long legs and tight buns. Her blonde hair was some shades darker than Karen’s and longer. Waves and tresses of dark gold framing a pretty face of pert, curled lips, upturned nose, and shocking blue eyes.
Clark had always respected Dinah - the Black Canary had scraped her way into the Justice League with fire and spirit. But tonight, with his eyes set upon her naked body - and the way her fishnets bit into the supple flesh of her thighs - Clark’s mind swirled with darker thoughts. He wanted to have this woman. He wanted to fuck her. To dominate her. To claim her.
The desire burned hot in his heart, making his insides feel like the Earth’s yellow sun.
He moved forward. Advancing upon the two beckoning blondes.
He scooped them both up into his arms. They let out cries of delight, giggling together as he carried them the short distance to the bed. He tossed them, watching them bounce - watching the softness of their bodies quake and jiggle.
Clark crawled forth after them, standing tall even on his knees. His cock, hard and throbbing, bobbed and swayed between his legs. Dinah reached out, sliding her warm fingers over the top of his shaft. The sensation was heat and delight.
“I can see why they call you the Man of Steel.” Dinah joked, closing her fingers around him. She gave a squeeze and started to stroke.
Clark moved forward on his knees, looming his larger frame over her. Her smile only grew, her eyes shining with wicked excitement. Her hand pumped faster over his cock. Clark returned her smirk with a grin.
“You can call me Clark.”
He descended upon her then. Trapping her with his body and catching her lips in a deep kiss. Karen joined in as well, coming in to attack Clark from his flank.
With Dinah squirming beneath him and Karen pressing herself into his side, kissing along his neck and jaw, Clark felt his cock surge from his pounding heart. And Dinah only stroked him faster.
The craving he felt was strong… and strange. Clark had never felt so horny in his life, not even back when he was a teenager in Smallville. But at the same time… holding a woman in his arms had never so good.
- - -
The Man of Steel was everything Dinah dreamed of and more.
That gorgeous face, those brilliant blue eyes so full of earnest charm, even that little curl of hair over his forehead. And God, that body. Any chance she had to touch, she took. Feeling up those powerful arms, those tight, marble abs, and that pipe he had between his tree-trunk legs.
Dinah was lucky Karen was there to help - and strong enough to get Clark on his back. Getting pinned down and plowed straight into the mattress had a lot of appeal, but Dinah wanted to have some of her own fun first.
The Black Canary would show Superman that her lips could do more than just sing.
She slid down his body, peppering kisses to his chest and stomach as she went. Along the way, darker impulses took control - she drew her tongue over his abs, tracing the lines of his muscles. She couldn’t help it, not when she’d dreamed of doing that for years.
Lower and lower, Dinah’s mouth moved. And the whole way, Dinah’s mouth bestowed affection. Occasionally, she’d peer up to watch Clark’s face, watch his eyes. With Karen trying to steal kisses and Dinah worshiping his body, Clark's expression was one struck by disbelief. It made Dinah’s heart flutter to see.
If there was one hero on Earth who deserved it, it was Clark. That was half the reason Dinah didn’t mind sharing him with Karen. Clark was enough man for two women… and maybe even more.
A kinky idea, definitely. But Dinah pushed it aside. She had a man to please.
When she finally reached Clark’s groin, she stopped - only teasing at the base of his cock with a swipe of her tongue.
“I… had no idea you felt this way about me, Dinah.” Clark spoke between the kisses Karen stole from him.
Dinah almost rolled her eyes. Such a boy scout.
“The man with super-senses, everyone.” Karen snickered.
Dinah gave him a little smile and lifted his cock. Her belly twisted with heat as she felt him swell in her hand. The scent coming off him was thick, a potent musk that made her shiver. She pressed another kiss to the base of the shaft, fondling his balls as she did. They felt so full in her palm.
“Clark.” Dinah hummed, massaging his groin softly, slowly. “Half the women in the League want to marry you.”
Clark blinked, bewildered. It was adorable.
“...And the other half?” He asked.
Karen leaned in, draping herself over his flank like a living trophy. She put her blue lips to his ear, whispering low and sultry.
“The other half would settle for fucking you. But they all want a taste of that cock. Isn’t that right, Dinah?”
Clark turned his eyes back to her, as if looking for confirmation. Dinah met his gaze, cradling his cock against her cheek. She gave the side of his shaft another small peck with her lips.
“Oh, absolutely.”
The Canary flashed the Man of Steel a lurid smile and drew back, taking his hefty cock in both hands. Even with the damn thing inches from her face, even as she held it, touched it, Dinah could hardly believe her eyes. He wasn’t just big. He was enormous.
Inches and inches of hard, swollen flesh throbbed in her hands. Damn near a foot long from what Dinah could see - and she saw plenty. The shaft was fatter towards the middle, the whole length smooth but for the odd bulging vein that trailed up towards the tip. So thick and fat with his pumping blood the damn thing was that the cockhead was already halfway sprouted past the foreskin. And coming off it was that odor. Not the sort to make Dinah gag or retch. Instead, Dinah’s mouth watered and her belly tightened - the heat that brewed there was a frothing boil now. The scent of man always made her head spin. But this was no mere man - this was Superman.
Dinah held the cock steady and eased the foreskin the rest of the way back, revealing the fat, pink cockhead. Dark pink now, with how swollen it was. Precum was already dribbling from the slit, making the tip glisten. Dinah lashed her tongue over it.
Clark let out a groan and the salty flavor danced on Dinah’s tongue. His scent was stronger now, thicker in her nostrils. Dinah flicked her tongue again, lapping up more flavor. The taste, the smell, it was overwhelming, drawing Dinah’s senses into a fog. But she couldn’t stop. She needed more. More of Superman’s fat, veiny, gorgeous cock.
She lashed the tip some more, moaning as more precum leaked onto her tongue and down her throat. The blonde brawler swallowed it down, sighing with need. She drew her lips over the head, pressing a kiss against it. Then another, longer and deeper.
Karen’s voice flowed into her ear from a million miles away.
“That’s it… show our big, brave hero some appreciation…”
Clark’s voice came after, a delicious, shaky groan.
“God… Rao…”
Dinah didn’t know what ‘Rao’ meant - some alien word if she had to guess. She didn’t feel any particular curiosity, either. Not with such a lovely, succulent slab of meat dominating her attention - and her senses.
The Canary hummed happily, running her tongue over the cockhead again. More slick precum trickled out as her reward. She lapped that up, too. Moaning as she swallowed it down. Then she popped the tip into her mouth and started to suck.
More deep groans came from the Kryptonian stud - another delicious reward. Dinah felt a sweet rush, an electric thrum across her skin. It was a delight all of its own to know Clark was enjoying the treatment. That’s why she took it slow.
Dinah dipped down, taking more of him into her mouth. She breathed steady, feeling him glide further into her gullet - God, there was so much of him. She held him there for a moment, letting the heat and saliva drench him before drawing back up. Her lips glided over his shaft, caressing him in softness as her tongue bathed him in another coating of spit. She reached the head, sucking him, relishing the sounds of his pleasure. Then she dipped her head back down and did it again. And again.
Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
Sucking, licking, coaxing more groans, more grunts, more delicious precum for her to greedily drink down.
All the while, Dinah watched his face. Watched how his eyes, though glazed-over with pleasure - looked upon her with wonder, with gratitude, with adoration. Her heart and belly fluttered at that. And thus her efforts became that much more.
Dinah’s pace quickened. Her sucks became faster, needier, milking more and more salty offerings from Clark’s long, fat cock. Moans came bubbling up from her throat as she sucked him and tasted him. Wanton sounds from a woman possessed, muffled thanks to her mouth stuffed so full. It made her cunt ache and tighten. Her body was responding to him. More than that, she was ready for him. But first… Dinah wanted Clark to enjoy himself.
Karen was there to encourage them both. Her voice was so sweet and honeyed that Dinah was all but entranced.
“Don’t be so tense, Kal.” She said, nibbling at his ear, his neck, kissing playfully along his jaw, his cheek. She stroked her fingers over his naked chest, purring. “Relax. Just let go… enjoy yourself… let the Canary treat you right.”
Dinah saw the challenge between the words. To show her commitment, the blonde brawler spat out Clark’s cock and went lower. She buried her face in his scrotum.
There the scent was even thicker. A fog that clouded her senses, making her dizzy. Dinah huffed, shivering as she pressed her nose right between Clark’s cock and balls.
His musk was unlike anything, anybody else - certainly beyond the offering of a certain two-timing archer. Dinah banished those thoughts quickly, unwilling to let him ruin this moment. She needn’t have bothered - Clark’s odor cast a haze over Dinah. No other man she’d enjoyed even came close. And the flavor…
Dinah’s body responded on its own, her tongue sliding out over those hanging bulbs. It took little time for the Black Canary to fill her mouth with Superman’s balls. She ran her tongue over the undersides, lathering those plump gonads with spit, gathering the taste and letting it glide into the back of her mouth where it settled and tingled. Soon enough she was sucking again, servicing one nut before spitting it out and taking on the other. The whole time, she was moaning like a whore.
Salt and sweat and something else far more deeper and primal - that was the taste of Superman. It made Dinah shiver, every inch of her body crying out with delight.
Clark was cursing now - she’d never heard him curse before. She felt a spike of pride at that. Pride and wicked joy. She kept up her efforts, ravenous in her affection. She licked and sucked, rolling her tongue over the hanging bulbs, lathering them in a thick helping of drool. One, then the other. Then both. She filled her mouth with those balls, moaning around them.
All the while, his cock was resting upon her face. Like a planted flag.
It felt right. It was dirty, degrading… but Dinah loved it.
There on Power Girl’s bed, with her mouth full of Superman’s balls, Dinah Lance felt alive. She felt fulfilled.
This was her purpose. Deep in her heart, her soul, this was the truth that spoke back to her. It felt even sweeter to admit it.
Dinah lived to pleasure Clark. And she didn’t want anything or anyone else.
