Clark And Diana
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.
It had been just over two years since the chorus had first
echoed through the canyons of the city. Twenty-six months during
which the simple four sentence litany had become a source of
unabashed pride to the people of Metropolis.
"Look, up in the sky," someone would shout as the rush of
the wind caught their attention.
"It's a bird," another would add as he looked upward in the
direction in the direction the first man had indicated.
"It's a plane," a woman would loudly add, knowing full well
that it wasn't.
"It's Superman!" numerous voices would finally chime in,
their voices reflecting the admiration they had for Metropolis's
premiere resident as he swept over their heads.
A thousand sets of eyes looked skyward as the red and
blue-garbed young man soared between the tall buildings of
Bessolo Boulevard. Jet black hair and a flowing red cape flared in
the wind as the Metropolis Marvel raced across his adopted city.
The speed of his flight carried him quickly out of view. Before his
admirer's chant could totally fade from their ears, he was already
miles away and dropping out of the sky.
With a casual ease, the six foot three hero set his two
hundred and twenty-five pound frame down on the center of Star
Lab's helicopter pad. His cape draped over his powerful shoulders
as the Man of Steel focused on the white-coated woman who had
been awaiting his arrival.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Hamilton," Superman said with a
broad smile as he stepped off the pad and walked toward the
redhead.
"Good afternoon, Superman," the thirty-eight year old said
as she met him halfway and extended her hand, "I'm so glad you
could stop by and examine our find. I know how valuable your time
must be."
"I'm glad to do it, Doctor," Superman replied as he shook
her hand, "Especially if the artifact you've discovered does turn
out to be Kryptonian in origin."
"Well, that's what we're hoping you can tell us," Phyllis
Hamilton said as she guided him to the Institute's side entrance,
"and please, call me, Phyllis."
As Superman walked beside the shorter woman, his
enhanced senses couldn't help but make him aware of the effect
his presence was having on her. It was an effect he had grown
quite used to in his life. Their brief physical contact during their
handshake told him that Phyllis's body temperature had risen
almost a degree, along with an increase in both her heartbeat and
respiration. Regardless of the circumstances, it was an almost
involuntary response from most women.
"You said in your call to Mr. Kent that the artifact didn't
show any sigh of Kryptonite radiation?" Superman asked as they
entered the building and passed through a security checkpoint.
"That's what's been puzzling us," Phyllis said as she led
Superman through the maze of corridors. "Almost every previous
Kryptonian artifact has shown at least trace amounts. It's almost
as if, if it is Kryptonian in origin, it left the planet before it's
destruction. At least that's the theory some of us have come up
with."
"Well, let's see of I can settle the matter," Superman said
as they stepped through a final checkpoint and into the lab filled
with Doctor Hamilton's associates.
Spotting their distinguished visitor, the small crowd quickly
parted to give him a clear path to their prize. Despite their
assurances that there was no trace of radiation, the Last Son of
Krypton hesitated slightly before approaching it. When he did,
Superman's first impression was that it was indeed a relic of his
long dead world.
"Well, Superman?" one of the other scientists asked.
"Give him a chance, Donald," Phyllis said as Superman
effortlessly picked up the large metal fragment from the table and
examined it more closely.
His blue eyes focused on the metal, examining it on a level
equaled only by the most advanced equipment. The sub-atomic
structure did indeed match that of the rocket that had brought
him to Earth some two and a half decades before. The inscriptions
on the outside also matched what he had learned of his native
language. Deep within his mind, he translated the half erased
words into English. The result surprised even him.
"It's part of a spacecraft," Superman finally said. "A ship
equivalent to the space shuttle, at least in function."
"And it's Kryptonian?" the scientist repeated his question.
"Yes, definitely Kryptonian," Superman said, making the
scientist's face light up. "She must've been in space when the end
came."
"Did the ship have a name?" Phyllis asked out of curiosity,
not really expecting an answer.
"Yuda," Superman answered with an unaccustomed tremor in
his voice, "named after one of the goddesses of ancient Krypton,
also one of her moons."
"What must it have been like to have flown her," another of
the group asked, "to have been on her at the end ... to watch as
your world died beneath you."
"Martin!" Phyllis snapped at her young colleague, thinking
the statement to be highly insensitive of their guest's feelings,
seeing that it had been his Homeworld as well. "Superman, I'm
sorry, that was ...."
But the Man Of Tomorrow was already gone.
-=-=-=-
Once more high above the city, the fragment of the long
destroyed space shuttle dominated Superman's mind. Just the
discovery of the artifact would've interested him, but to have it
been the Yuda totally shook him to the core.
His mind drifted back, sorting out memories most precious.
Recollections of a world that, if fate had been more kind, might've
been his. A life filled with people he had loved, and who had loved
him in return. Loved him enough to have sacrificed all they had to
give him a second chance.
Ever since his emergence as a super hero in his mid-teens,
the world had known the story of his origins. Of how his father,
Jor-El, one of the greatest young minds of his age, had discovered
the impending death of their world. A discovery that Krypton's
ruling Science Council had refused to accept. Leaving the young
scientist to labor alone to try and save his family.
In the end, he had simply run out of time. On the night that
Krypton died, the full sized spacecraft with his experimental
stardrive was only half completed. All he had was an unused test
drone, fully functional but with only room for one. The decision for
Jor-El and his wife was simple -- their son would survive.
Yes, almost anyone who heard of Superman had also heard of
Jor-El. A much fewer number, however, had heard of Lara
Lor-Van. And that was their loss. A remarkable student and
athlete in her school years, Lara had also been one of Krypton's
first astronauts. A field of scientific endeavor that had come late
to that ancient culture. Prior to her marriage to Jor-El and the
birth of their son, Lara had been the commander of one of the
first space shuttles. A ship she had named, Yuda.
"Mother," Kal-El of Krypton thought as he remembered the
face of the woman who had placed him in the escape rocket and
sacrificed her dreams in the hope that he might find his own.
-=-=-=-
The image of the woman who set the example by which he
would judge all others remained in his mind until, faster than the
human eye could follow, the Man of Steel entered the Daily Planet
building through the open window of a little used storeroom. A
quick flash of his x-ray vision seconds before had made sure that
the room was indeed empty.
A familiar transformation took place as Superman once more
assumed the identity that he had lived most of his life under. That
of Clark Kent, the son of Jonathan and Martha who had rescued
and then raised him as their own when his lifecraft crashed
outside of Smallville, Kansas. Aside from the camouflaging effects
of a non-descript blue business suit, the conversion included a
change of posture along with a slight voice alteration. The final
touch was a pair of ordinary glasses that gave new meaning to the
phrase, to hide in plain sight.
Stepping into the newsroom, Clark was greeted by a half
dozen good afternoons, all of which he dutifully returned. Sitting
down at his desk, he took a moment to scan his terminal for any of
the keyword news alerts he had programmed into it. Thankfully,
the world seemed to be quiet during his all day absence.
His attention turned to the empty desk situated across from
his. The owner of which had been out all day as well. Clark didn't
need his super-senses to know when she finally entered the
newsroom a quarter hour later. You could just feel her presence
by the reaction of those around her.
Lois Lane had already established her reputation as a star
reporter by the time Clark Kent appeared on the scene two years
before. Yet it still bothered her that the story of the century had
gone instead to the unknown reporter. She had no way of knowing
of course that Kent would always have the inside track on any
Superman story since beneath the shirt of the mild mannered
reporter rested the irregular yellow and red pentagon of the Man
of Steel.
The competition between the two of them had always been
fierce, but it had evolved into a working relationship that Clark
worked hard to make something more. Only two months before,
the two of them had begun to date, if somewhat irregularly. Lois
was, she quickly let him know, not ready to settle down with any
one man. At least not with any ordinary man.
That lesson had been driven home to Clark in a dramatic way
only the weekend before as his alter-ego decided to check in on
Lois towards the end of his late night patrol. The two of them had
a few words over a story and it had been his intention to have
Clark show up with a peace offering. A quick x-ray check of her
apartment to see if she was home quickly put an end to that idea.
---
Lois had indeed been home, but she hadn't been alone.
Superman recognized her guest as Jose Delgado, AKA Gangbuster,
the homegrown costumed hero who was doing wonders in cleaning
up the section of the city known as Suicide Slum. Not since the
disappearance of the Guardian in the early 1950's had that part of
Metropolis had a hero to call their own.
Normally, he would've been glad to see Delgado as he greatly
respected the work he was doing, both as Gangbuster and as a
teacher in one of the local schools. This time, however, that
admiration didn't really apply, seeing as both Jose and Lois were
nude at the time, with Lois riding his cock on the way to orgasm.
Not really wanting to watch, but yet compelled to do so at
the same time, Superman watched as Lois bounced up and down on
the Latino Hero. Her large breasts heaved, covered with sweat, as
she called out her lover's name along with an demand that he fuck
her harder. Jose responded to her order as he grabbed her waist
and pulled her down on him hard. The action was repeated again
and again until Lois cried out in triumph as her body climaxed
explosively.
Delgado's orgasm was only a few moments behind hers, but
it was long enough for Lois to do what she had in mind. Sliding off
his cock even before the last of the tremors had faded from her
flesh, she spun around and slid his cock into her mouth. Less than
a heartbeat later, Jose exploded like a volcano, sending a hot white
lava into her mouth. A sharp, salty magma that Lois swallowed with
enthusiasm.
It was at that point that Superman finally turned away.
Even in a situation like that, he thought, Lois still had to be in total
control.
---
People who knew them, tended to think of both Clark and
Superman as the world's greatest boy scouts. They were wrong
about both aspects of his personality. Either as Clark or Kal-El, he
had grown up with the same urges and desires as any other man.
Subject to the same temptations, possibly more so because of his
amazing abilities. It was just that in most cases he'd learned to
become more circumspect in their uses. At least that was the
example he tried to impress on other heroes.
As a teenager, Clark had been smitten by Lana Lang, one of
his classmates at Smallville High. His relationship with the
redhead had been close enough for them to achieve a level of
intimacy, up to and including oral sex. Yet it never progressed to a
point where for the young visitor from another world was able to
lose his virginity. Lana on the other hand had lost hers with
Clark's best friend, Pete Ross, whom she also dated at times.
It wasn't until he left Smallville and was a student at
Metropolis University that Clark duplicated Pete's accomplishment.
Working at a small diner while he attended classes, Clark had
become close friends with an older waitress. A friendship that had
ended in her bed one night, much to both of their satisfactions.
So far, his relationship with Lois hadn't progressed much
further than the one he'd had with Lana, but that wasn't to say
Clark lived a life of abstinence. During his previous cold spell with
Lois, he'd had a short, somewhat fiery relationship with Cat Grant.
The blond bombshell was a gossip columnist over at WGBS who also
wrote a column for the Planet. The least that could be said about
their nights together was that they had indeed been memorable.
A new chorus of greetings from the far end of the newsroom
signaled the late arrival of Lois Lane. At least late from Clark's
perspective, but he had learned long ago that allowances had to be
made for those who weren't able to simply soar above the gridlock
of midtown traffic.
By the time Lois came into view, Clark was waiting with a hot
cup of her favorite flavored coffee. He had made it earlier and it
only took a brief flash of his heat vision to make it steaming hot.
Lois reached her desk just as Clark placed it on a clear section of
it.
"Good afternoon, Lois," he said with his patented smile,
projecting all the warmth he could manage.
"Afternoon Kent," Lois said with a noticeable frost in her
voice as she all but ignored his latest peace offering.
Lois Lane stood five six with shoulder length dark brown hair
and blue eyes. An army brat, she had been a take-charge type of
woman since her teens, earning her reputation the hard way. Too
many people had learned, to their regret, that there was a lot
more to her than an attractive woman with a well-defined figure.
"Was there something you wanted, Kent?" the brunette
asked as she dropped her carry bag alongside the desk and settled
into her chair, turning on her computer as she did.
"No, not really," Clark said, realizing that she was still too
angry with him to accept any acts of conciliation.
"Well then some of us have work to do," Lois said as she
ignored the tall reporter standing in front of her desk and turned
her attention to the story in progress that was reappearing on her
screen.
Clark opened his mouth to say something, but was
interrupted by an ultra-high frequency beeping that only he could
hear. The source of the persistent sound was the belt buckle of
his Superman costume, worn under his street clothes. Specifically,
the signal device he wore as a member of the Justice League of
America. From the pattern of the alert, he could knew it was a call
for all available members to report to the group's headquarters as
soon as possible.
Seeing as Lois was already ignoring his presence, Clark
backed away and closed out the files on his own computer. Just
before he did, he logged himself as out checking a story in case the
Chief should look for him while he was gone. Luckily the two
stories he had been assigned on the previous day were already
waiting on Perry White's desk. Despite the age of technology,
White was an old time editor who liked to feel paper in his hand
and read hard copy.
Heading for his favorite storeroom, Clark couldn't help but
overhear his name in a discussion as he crossed the floor. In his
case, it didn't matter that the brief conversation had taken place
on the far end of the room or had been in Japanese.
"I don't understand what Miss Lane's problem is?" the first
girl's voice, which Clark identified as belonging to Kiko Noboru, one
of the copy girls. "How can anyone resist those puppy dog looks of
Mr. Kent's?"
"I think there's a lot more to him than just being cute,"
said the second voice that belonged to Susan Mizuka, a
photographer. "I bet if you got under those old suits he wears
you'd find something rock hard."
"You thing that about every man in this place like that,"
Miko replied.
"Well you never know until you take the time to check it
out," Susan replied.
Both girls quietly giggled at the thought as Clark reached
and opened the door to the supply room, a wide smile on his face.
He was surprised to almost bump into Jimmy Olsen as the freckled
faced teenager stepped out of the small room.
"Jeepers, Mr. Kent, you sure seem to spend a lot of time in
the supply room," Jimmy said. "Most of the other reporters just
ask me to get what they need."
"Well, some of us appreciate the fact that you have other
things to do, Jim," Clark smiled as he stepped past the younger
redhead. "Speaking of which, why don't you ask Susan Mizuka out
to lunch one of these afternoons. I have the feeling that the two
of you might have a lot in common."
"Really, Mr. Kent?" Jimmy asked, his tone showing not a
small level of excitement.
"Let's just say I have a hunch," Clark said as he closed the
door behind him and Jimmy set out in search of Susan.
-=-=-=-
The transformation from man to Superman took only a few
brief moments, as Clark shed his outer garments to once more
reveal a form made more of steel than rock. A running leap sent
him out into the late afternoon sky, this time on a vector that had
him passing high altitude jets less than a minute later. The sky
around him shifted from light blue to darker shades and then
finally to black. Scanning the heavens, Superman soon spotted the
new Satellite home of the Justice League, resting serenely in
geosynchronous orbit over the United States.
Other members of the League usually made use of the
teleport tubes that had been hidden in the cities of the major
members, but Superman liked to fly up under his own power. The
large man-made structure looming before him was a long lifetime
away from anything the major Earth powers could dream of putting
into orbit. Its construction had involved the combined sciences of
several alien members of the League.
As he prepared to enter the airlock, Superman caught sight
of a flash of green light streaking up from the Earth's surface,
much like a meteor in reverse. The luminescent beam took on
human shape as it closed on the JLA Satellite, revealing a man in
green and black garb who became clearer as the bright light
retreated into an emerald ring he wore on his left hand. The
Kryptonian knew him as Hal Jordan, test pilot of some of the
world's most advanced aircraft, but to the world at large he was
better know as the Green Lantern, a member of an interstellar
police force created by the eons old race known as the Guardians
of the Universe.
Together the two men entered the airlock, to be greeted by
other members who had preceded them through the magic of
futuristic technology. The first to welcome them was a man
dressed almost head to toe in red, with yellow boots and
decorative lightning bolts on the chest and wrists of his uniform.
Yellow wings also adorned his cowl denoting speed, a symbol well
befitting Barry Allen, the Flash. He and Hal were the best of
friends and after a quick hello to Superman, the two went ahead
into the conference room to catch up before the meeting.
Behind the fastest man alive had stood a tall blond haired
man in orange and green. His face reflected a concern with being
so far out of his natural watery environment. King of Poseidonis,
he was better known to the surface world as Aquaman. Able to
exist in both worlds, if only for a short time out of water, the
ruggedly handsome man could also communicate telepathically with
most sea life.
Standing on the shoulder of the regal member was another
man just six inches tall. Clad in blue and red, Ray Palmer was a
physicist who used his discovery of white dwarf matter to shrink
his body in size. Able to control his size and density, he fought
crime as the hard-hitting Atom.
The only female member of the impromptu reception
committee was a young woman dressed in blue and white. Anyone
who had spent time at any of the major hotels on the west coast
might have recognized her as Zatanna, one of the country's
premiere stage magicians. Few realized that the nineteen-year-old
Maid of Magic was actually a daughter of the magical race Homo
Magi and could actually perform the feats she only mimicked on
stage.
Together the small group moved to the main meeting room
on the uppermost level of the satellite. There they caught up with
the Flash and Green Lantern as well as three more members who
had preceded them.
Standing alone in the shadows as seemed to befit him was a
tall, athletically built man in gray and black. Without peer as the
world's greatest detective, Bruce Wayne had turned a life long
obsession to avenge the murder of his parents into a personal war
on the underworld of Gotham City. Many would disagree with his
methods, but the Darknight had defiantly made a difference in his
city that couldn't be argued.
The second woman of the group was a blond haired young
woman in her twenties who wore a black outfit that looked as if it
belonged to another age. Which in fact it actually did, having been
designed by her mother, the original Black Canary who had fought
crime decades before. The second heroine to carry that name,
she added a shattering sonic beam that she called her canary cry
to the martial arts Dinah Lance had learned from her mother.
The final member of the assemblage was like Superman,
born of another world. Unlike the numerous light years that the
Man of Steel traveled to reach his new home, J'Onn J'Onzz's
world was less than fifty million miles away. The Martian
Manhunter was one of the last survivors of the now dead planet,
and had chosen to carve a new life for himself on her sister world.
Six foot seven and weighing three hundred pounds, the green
skinned Martian possessed among his other abilities, one that
enabled him to change his physical form at will. This allowed him
to blend in among human society.
"Well it looks like no one else is going to make it," J'Onn
said in his capacity as the current Chairman of the League. "So we
might as well get started."
No one objected and they all took their seats. Automatic
recording devices came into play as the meeting was called to
order, making a record of the proceedings for any absent member
that wished to review it later.
-=-=-=-
Mundane but necessary matters took up the bulk of their
discussions. They agreed on most of the important issues so they
moved down the agenda rather quickly. The meeting was running so
smoothly that J'Onn was about to call for a break an hour later
when a new arrival entered the room. All heads turned in her
direction, an action in no way related to her lateness.
The woman standing in the large entranceway stood five
eleven and weighed in at a hundred and thirty-five pounds. A size
that was quite deceptive when it came to the awesome power her
body contained. The only daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the
legendary Amazons, Diana of Themyscira had come to man's world
only a half dozen months before. She had immediately captured
the public's imagination as Wonder Woman.
Born of the clay of the Earth and given life as a gift of the
Olympian gods, Diana wore a form fitting costume that consisted
of little more than a red and gold bustier atop a star spangled pair
of blue briefs. A gold tiara and belt, as well as white trimmed red
boots completed her outfit. Around her wrists were wrapped
bracelets of an almost indestructible metal and a glowing lasso,
said by some to be magical, hung by her waist.
The Amazon would have drawn the same level of attention if
she had been garbed in the proverbial sackcloth instead of the
quite revealing costume. Beautiful seemed such an inadequate word
to fully describe her. Long black hair hung free down her back,
drawing only the slightest of distraction from the deepest blue
eyes any of the Leaguers had ever seen. Her face and body
seemed more suited to that of a model or movie star. Not a
warrior woman who could bench press a tractor trailer or fly
among the air currents.
"I'm sorry to be so late," the Princess apologized as she
took one of the empty seats.
"I'm sure it was unavoidable, Diana," J'Onn said as he
waited for her to sit down. "As it was, I was about to suggest we
take a short break."
"Excellent," Diana replied, "it will give me a chance to go
over the record and catch up."
With no objection, J'Onn called for a pause in the
proceedings. Half the attending membership headed for the
gallery to get some refreshments as Diana engaged a small screen
by her seat and ran the computer transcribed record at high
speed. Watching her, Superman was surprised that she was able
to fully digest the information at that rate. He'd thought that
only he, J'Onn and probably Barry could read that fast. By the
time the others returned a few minutes later, she had read the
record all the way through.
After J'Onn called the meeting back to order, Diana made a
few comments about what she had read. Basically, she didn't
disagree with any of the decisions that had been made, but she did
offer a few suggestions. Two of which so impressed other
Leaguers that they called for the record to be changed to reflect
her input.
"A few more items on the agenda and we can call it a day,"
J'Onn announced to the accompaniment of a few comments from
the gallery. "We received a request from the Daily Star in
Metropolis to do a series of features about the League. In
deference to our member of their distinguished competition, I was
inclined to simply deny the request, but on second thought felt
that it should be up to the entire membership."
"I more than agree, J'Onn," Superman said from his seat on
the far end of the table. "Matters affecting the League shouldn't
be decided over how they might affect any individual member."
"I thought you might feel that way," J'Onn replied, "So I'll
leave it open to discussion."
"Well, I'll close the discussion," the Flash said as his
mid-western accented voice filled the room. "Wasn't the Star the
rag that did that story last year on the sex lives of superheroes?"
"I believe it was," J'Onn said, "but we shouldn't judge a
paper based solely on a single story."
"The hell we can't," Green Lantern chimed in, "I might have
expected a piece of trash like that from one of those supermarket
tabloids, but not from a major paper. I say we tell them no right
off."
It was quickly obvious that a majority of the members felt
that way so that J'Onn accepted the inevitable and logged a
rejection into the computer that would send an e-mail to the
managing editor of the Star. It had been his hope, he explained,
that a series of articles on the JLA might go a long way in allaying
of the fears that some people still seemed to have about super
powered beings.
"If that's the case, J'Onn," Superman interjected, aware
that being the least human in appearance, J'Onn was sometimes
too sensitive about such things, "I'm sure I can get the Planet to
do a series like that."
"I didn't want to put you in a position where..." the green
hued Manhunter started to say.
"Not a problem," Superman cut him off. "If I can write
about my own exploits in the third person, I doubt I'll have any
trouble with the rest of you. Besides, I didn't want to mention it
before the vote, but the Star had been lacking a certain
journalistic integrity of late. We'd be much better off having
them run in the Planet, and I say that without any personal bias."
It was only then that the Man of Steel considered that
after delivering what would undoubtedly be a Pulitzer Prize worthy
series of articles about the JLA, it might be a very long time
before Lois talked to him again. If that was the case, he told
himself, well then so be it. He had been totally honest in what he
had said about the Star and the way they now seemed to handle
the news.
It wasn't just that the article the Flash and Green Lantern
had referred to had been so far off the mark, although it was. It
was that the truth, if they had been able to discover it, which was
highly unlikely, would've been so much more interesting.
As the Martian Manhunter went on to the last few and in his
mind, unimportant matters of business, Superman allowed his mind
to drift and considered what he actually knew about his fellow
members around the table. At least what he knew about their
sexual interests.
Two of the members sitting at the table were married, the
Flash and the Atom, and as far as Superman knew, led pretty much
ordinary sex lives. The same could also be said of Green Lantern
who despite the fighter jock mentality of his profession, seemed
to have one steady love.
Zatanna, he had once discovered inadvertently, was bisexual
if not a lesbian. A fact that might be expected of someone as
involved in show business as she was. He wasn't being judgmental
in any way, just taking note of the truth of the situation.
The same could be said of Aquaman, having lived half his life
in a totally alien environment. Orin, which had been his birth name,
had once gone out of his way to present that fact to Superman to
see if he might be interested. The Man of Steel had been quick to
explain that while his own birth culture made no distinction as to
gender when it came to love, or even just sex, he himself preferred
the company of women.
Dinah Lance made no secret of the fact that she preferred
the company of men. Actually, in her case it was a lot of men, to a
point where her sexual exploits were on the verge of becoming
legendary. If anyone had the opportunity to scan her luggage with
x-rays as he had done on several occasions in the interests of
security, one might also discover a keen interest in various bondage
and discipline paraphernalia.
Bruce Wayne, the Batman, was likewise very straight, but
with a constantly revolving variety of women that could make Hugh
Hefner jealous. Superman had never been able to decide how much
of it all was part of Bruce's Playboy alter-ego or just his desire to
live every moment of life to it's fullest.
The most interesting member at the table, at least from a
sexual perspective, had to be the current Chairman. All of the
members were aware that J'Onn used his shape shifting abilities
to live as a human during his long exile on Earth, and that in the
three decades he's been here, that had included several different
identities.
What would amaze the others was the knowledge that
Martians were actually both male and female in their genetic
makeup and that for a few years, the Manhunter had lived as a
woman as well. Seeing how the other half of humanity lives, he had
explained to the Kryptonian when he had mentioned it to him
during one of their discussions on being an alien among humans.
Additionally, J'Onn had also lived as both a gay man and a lesbian
over the years.
Finally, Superman turned his attention to Wonder Woman,
the last but certainly not the least of his fellows. From the day
she had first appeared, she had fueled numerous sexual fantasies
among men and to be honest with himself, the man within the Man
of Steel had been no exception. If only on a physical level, Diana
would certainly qualify as every man's dream.
Yet, in those times when he allowed himself to think about
it, there was much more to the attraction he oftentimes felt for
the dark haired Amazon Princess. She was highly intelligent,
determined and totally self reliant, all of the things the Metropolis
Marvel most admired in a woman.
Still, even if he found himself in a situation where he might
want to pursue his attraction, Superman was quite uncertain as to
how it might be received. Diana, after all, had grown up in a
society of women, in which lesbianism was the norm. To confuse
matters more, there was the subject of Major Steve Trevor.
Almost since her debut, the Air Force Officer's name had been
constantly linked with hers. If she was at least bisexual, she
might already be in a relationship.
So focused on the beautiful woman sitting across from him,
Superman didn't even realize that J'Onn had declared the meeting
adjourned. The brief lapse had gone almost totally unnoticed,
except by the member who had caused it.
With no emergencies to occupy their attention, and most of
them having already taken care of excusing themselves of any daily
responsibilities in their civilian identities, the men and women of
the Justice League were all to willing to take the opportunity to
just take a break. It was rare that they had the chance to just
socialize and talk about the kind of things that only someone else
who lived the life behind the mask would understand.
Green Lantern, Flash and the Atom, friends under the masks
as well, tended to form their own group. Batman was involved in a
conversation with J'Onn J'Onzz about some aspect of a case he
was on. Zatanna was following their discussion with some interest.
Aquaman had said goodbye as soon as the meeting had ended, as
did the Black Canary. Superman was considering making his own
goodbye when the last member of the assemblage approached him.
"Superman, may I speak to you for a moment?" the tall,
Amazon said in a soft, melodious tone.
"Of course Diana," the Man of Steel replied as he turned to
face her. "What can I do for you?"
The dark haired woman smiled as if she was considering a
private joke at Superman's choice of words. Then she asked a
rather mundane question about a rule of law that she had
encountered the previous week. Proficient in both Federal and the
local laws in all fifty states, as well as most foreign countries,
Superman spent the next few minutes explaining the one she had
asked about.
"Society here in your country is very complicated at times,"
Diana commented after Superman completed his explanation. "On
Themyscira we take a much simpler, direct approach to things."
"I guess when you come from a small, closed culture, it
doesn't take some getting used to." the Metropolis Marvel replied.
"I grew up in America and it was still somewhat of an adjustment
to go from small town living to a big city. Don't worry, it will all
come to you quick enough. If there is anyway that I can help you,
please feel free to ask."
"Well there is something else that I would like to ask you
about," the woman in red, blue and gold asked, "but I have
hesitated before this because, like I have said, I am still adjusting
to the rules of your society."
"Princess, no one knows better than me what it's like to be a
stranger in a strange land," Superman said. "So you can ask me
anything you like in total confidence, and please, call me Clark."
"Very well then, Clark," the powerfully built young woman
said as her body seemed to tense. "Both today, and on a number of
previous occasions, I could not help but notice that you seem to
have much more of an interest in me than the other male Leaguers.
An interest that resides outside of a professional relationship."
The Kryptonian's face went slightly pale. He had never
realized it had been so obvious. Had anyone else noticed it as well?
His head turned to his left to see if anyone else had overheard her
comments. Thankfully, not even J'Onn, whose hearing almost
equaled, his own had noticed.
"Princess, I assure you, I've never considered you with
anything but the highest respect and if you took it any other way
than I most sincerely apologize." he quickly said.
"I'm afraid that you misunderstand why I brought the
subject up," Diana said after listening to his apology. "I wasn't
voicing my observation as a complaint, but rather an inquiry as to if
you plan to act on your interest."
For a man who spoke regularly to Kings, Prime Ministers and
Presidents, Superman found himself suddenly speechless before
the Princess of Themyscira. The Amazon certainly had been
correct when she said her people took a more direct approach to
things. Now that it was out in the open, the Man of Steel found
her directness even more attractive.
"My experience with men had been somewhat limited," she
continued, "but I would like to expand that knowledge."
"I had thought that you and Steve Trevor were ...."
Superman started to say in a somewhat flustered tone, suddenly
realizing how Doctor Hamilton and other women felt when they
were around him.
"Steve and I were more a matter of circumstances than
anything else," the warrior woman admitted. "He was, after all,
the first man that I had ever known."
It was pretty obvious from her tone that she meant that in
the traditional biblical sense. Superman also got the impression
that Major Trevor had been found somewhat lacking, at least as
far as what the Amazon had expected.
"Relationships between League members are not forbidden,
are they?" Wonder Woman said. "That was the impression that
Zatanna gave me when she expressed her own interest in such an
occurrence."
"You and Zatanna?" Superman said in surprise. "The two of
you were ..." he paused, not wanting to say the word.
"No, she merely expressed an interest," Diana replied.
"Oh," was all Superman could say as he again glanced over to
the far corner where the Maid of Magic was still continuing to
listen to Batman and the Martian Manhunter.
The Man of Steel's concentration slipped for a moment as an
image of the two women in bed appeared in his mind. While she
didn't have Wonder Woman's perfect build, the young Magician
was an extremely beautiful woman in her own right. The thought
of her and Diana together was enough to distract any man.
"If I have been wrong in my appraisal of your interest, or
there is someone else, I will understand." the Amazon said in
response to the Kryptonian's sudden far away look. A look she
interpreted as possibly reluctance to her suggestion.
Then an image of Lois appeared in Superman's thoughts as
he considered their on again, off again relationship. The initial
picture of her sitting at her desk at the Planet faded, to be
replaced by that of her and Jose in bed. The image didn't make
him angry or upset, but it did remind him that they were both free
agents. It would be foolish for him to pass up new opportunities in
favor of one that might never be.
"No, there's no one else," he replied. "not really."
A loud klaxon suddenly filled the room, interrupting all of
the conversations in the room. It was an automated alert from the
Justice League's computerized monitoring system. The large
monitor screen in the conference room came to life with a news
broadcast of a major fire. The computer system normally
monitored all the major networks and reacted to keywords that
had been programmed into it. The caption at the bottom corner of
the screen read WGBS, Metropolis.
"I think that's my clue to say goodbye," Superman said
after watching the screen for a few moments and taking it all in.
It was obvious from what little he'd seen that the MFD could use
his help.
"Do you need any assistance, Superman?" the Martian
Manhunter said as the current League Chairman.
"No, I should be able to manage it myself," Superman
replied, appreciating the fact that J'Onn was offering to help
despite his fatal weakness to fire.
Before heading for the closest airlock, Superman turned his
attention back to Wonder Woman. In a voice low enough that only
she could hear, the Man of Steel promised her that they would
continue their discussion as soon as they could. Then in a blur he
was gone, leaving the Amazon Warrior staring at the empty spot
where he had stood.
The remaining members began to say their own farewells as
they left under their own power or the transporter tubes. Diana
stood by the large window, gazing down at the Earth spinning far
below. In her mind she could plot the location of Metropolis on the
east coast of the United States and her thoughts went to the man
in red and blue who was even now already appearing in the early
evening skies above it.
Despite her heritage, the heir to the throne of the Amazons
found that she was no more immune to the effect Superman had on
the opposite sex than any other woman. It was an experience that
was almost disconcerting. Certainly her only previous male lover,
Steve Trevor, hadn't possessed anything like it.
He had been interesting enough, she'd thought, and the
physical aspects of their relationship had indeed been pleasing.
Still, it was nowhere near what her mother had described of her
long ago tryst with Hercules, the son of Zeus. The Air Force
Officer hadn't been the equal of the Olympian, but Diana found
herself wondering if the Last Son of Krypton might well be.
"Diana, can I ..." the Martian Manhunter started to say as
he turned to ask if he could give the Amazon Princess a lift back
to Earth, remembering her stated dislike of the transporter.
To his surprise, she was already gone.
-=-=-=-
The flames raged unchecked through what had been only
two hours before, Metropolis's premier department store.
Standing nine stories tall, R.A. Dawson's had been a city landmark
for close to a hundred years. By tomorrow, it would be a memory.
Firefighters now fought not to save the old building, which was
already half gone, but just to keep the surrounding area from going
with it.
The Battalion Chief in Charge told the Man of Steel that
they believed everyone had gotten out while they still had some
control of the fire, but it never hurt to double check. Using his
x-ray and telescopic vision, Superman stood in front of the burning
building and searched floor by floor. His muscles tensed almost
imperceptibly as he spotted two young women huddling together in
a back office. They were still unhurt but their only avenue of
escape had been cut off by the fast moving fire. Before another
heartbeat passed, the Metropolis Marvel was at their side.
"You're going to be all right," Superman assured the two as
he wrapped them both in his protective red cape. "Just take a
deep breath and hold it for a few seconds."
He gave them just enough time to take that breath, then
carried them through what was left of a plate glass window. A
burst of heat vision vaporized falling fragments of glass as he
passed out into the open air. By the time his charges finally
exhaled, they were on the ground behind the fire line and being
checked out by the paramedics.
"That building's not going to last much longer," Chief Ryan
told Superman when he landed back at his command post. "It's
just too far gone."
"Then the best thing to do is to bring it down on our terms,"
Superman offered. "Pull all your men back and I'll take care of it."
Not sure what Superman was planning but at the same time
trusting him implicitly, the Fire Chief did as requested and ordered
all of his men back. Making sure the last man was clear, the Man
of Steel took once more to the sky.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Superman circled
the burning building in ever-contracting circles. He quickly faded
from view, becoming a red and blue blur as a vacuum began to form
within the ring. High flames that had been visible from a half mile
away began to loose their strength as the already shaky walls of
the landmark quaked even more. Then, with a deafening roar, the
nine-story building collapsed in upon itself, leaving only a pile of no
longer even smoking wreckage. Without oxygen, even the smallest
of the fires had quickly died out.
"That...was amazing," Tim Ryan said as Superman once more
landed by his side.
"I'm sorry I couldn't have done more," the Man of Steel
said, almost apologetic in his tone.
"The building was gone before you even got here, Superman,"
the Chief said with a smile. "We didn't lose any other buildings
and more importantly, thanks to you, we had no fatalities. We can
always replace a building. All in all, not a bad day's work."
"I guess so," Superman said.
Even a little defeat was to him still a defeat. Superman
couldn't help but think that if he hadn't stayed behind at the JLA
meeting to socialize, he might've gotten here earlier and managed
to save the building as well.
Then the voice of his foster father spoke from his memory
and he put such thoughts out of his mind. If there was one thing
Jonathan Kent had drummed into him from the day Clark had first
put on a costume, it was the fact that while super he might be, he
was still just a man. He couldn't be everywhere at once and he
couldn't save everyone every time. Even a superman was entitled
to a little personal time now and then.
"I know so," the Chief reiterated. "This city is lucky to
have you, Superman."
"I agree," said a soft, yet strong voice from behind the two
men.
Both turned at the sound but it was Chief Ryan who reacted
first when he saw who had agreed with him.
"Mother of God!" he exclaimed.
Not ten feet away, standing in the middle of a field of
scattered debris stood the most incredibly beautiful woman he had
ever seen in his life. For a woman like that, he found himself
thinking, he would gladly leave his wife of thirty-four years.
"Would this be a convenient time to continue our
conversation?" Wonder Woman asked as she stepped over a large
chunk of debris and walked up to Superman.
"Diana," Superman said in a voice that reflected both
surprise and delight.
Those were the only words they had a chance to exchange
before the small crowd of reporters who had been covering the
fire rushed past the police barricades and swarmed around the two
Justice Leaguers. A dozen questions at once were called out to
them in a muddle that only Superman was able to sort out.
Two of the shouted questions asked if he and Wonder
Woman were involved in a relationship. Once of those had come
from a supermarket tabloid, the other from what was considered
the best paper after the Daily Planet. Superman ignored them
both.
"Wonder Woman, was there a reason why you didn't bother
to help Superman put out the fire?" another reporter called out in
a voice that was all too familiar to the Man of Steel. "Maybe
between the two of you, a city landmark might have been saved?"
Superman was about to say that even with Diana's help, the
department store was beyond saving, but the Warrior Woman by
his side answered first.
"And you would be?" she asked the reporter.
"Lois Lane of the Daily Planet," the woman in brown replied
as she pushed forward a small hand held recorder to tape the
Amazon's reply.
Diana waited a long heartbeat before answering. She knew
from conversations with the other Leaguers exactly who Lois Lane
was, including what her relationship with Superman was. Looking
her over, Wonder Woman decided that the reporter would be a
worthy adversary, both in love and war. In fact, if it wasn't for
the fact that the brunette was a possible impediment to her own
relationship with the Kryptonian, the Princess might consider Lois
as a possible lover as well.
"Well, Miss Lane," she said in an authoritative tone. "If
Superman had needed my help, which of course he didn't being the
champion that he is, I would've been more than glad to give it. As
it was, and I think Chief Ryan here would agree with me, I think
Superman did all that could be hoped for under the
circumstances."
The reporter in the Man of Steel couldn't help but note
that for someone who said she was having difficulty learning her
way in America, Diana certainly seemed to be picking things up
pretty fast. She deftly avoided the implied criticism in Lois's
question and gave her answer more authority by linking it to the
already expressed opinion of the Fire Department Chief.
Seeing that she had failed to throw the Amazon with her
question, Lois quickly fired off a second one before any of the
other reporters could interrupt her. She addressed it to
Superman who she was sure wouldn't ignore her.
"Superman," she called out to get his attention. "Seeing
that a few of my esteemed colleagues here seem to have the wrong
impression about the actual relationship between you and Wonder
Woman, would you care to set the record straight?"
To Lois's dismay, it was again Wonder Woman who answered
and Superman made no attempt to interrupt or even correct her.
The answer that the, in her opinion, much too beautiful Amazon
gave was also not one that gave her comfort.
"Kal and I are of course both members of the Justice
League," Diana said, her use of Superman's birth name implying a
familiarity that bothered Lois to no end, "so we do have a very
close professional relationship. As far as anything beyond that,
well I think that even superheroes are entitled to a measure of
privacy."
Unwilling to let Lois get a third question in, a half score of
her competitors shouted out a half score of other questions.
Superman and Wonder Woman both answered a few of them
before excusing themselves to attend to what they referred to as
important League business. Before the two of them took to the
air, Superman glanced back to take a look at Lois. Looking at the
expression on her face, he was glad that mind reading wasn't one
of his abilities. He definitely didn't care to know what she was
thinking at this moment.
-=-=-=-
Wonder Woman couldn't actually fly, but among the gifts
granted to her by the Olympians was the ability to glide on air
currents. Once they cleared the view of the reporters, Superman
reached out and took her hand in his, letting her fly along under his
power. The smile he saw on her face as well as the acceptance of
this simple gesture both meant a great deal to him.
Wordlessly they sailed high over his adopted city, neither of
them really paying any attention to the vast tableau beneath. The
only thing that seemed to matter at this moment was the blue of
each other's eyes.
Out beyond the city, Superman guided the two of them down
to a landing on a large ledge jutting out from Mount Curtis. Here,
far from prying eyes, they could continue the conversation they
had starting twenty-four thousand miles above. As much as was on
his mind, no words seemed to be forthcoming. All he found himself
wanting to do was take the Amazon in his arms. Almost without
realizing that he was doing it, it was exactly what he did.
The press of Diana's lips against his own was all he had
dreamed it might have been. At first, when he realized what he
had done, he was afraid he had gone too far. After all, they were
supposed to be finding a quiet place to talk. Then, as he felt the
woman in his arms responding to his kiss, that thought faded from
his mind as well.
For a woman who, by her own admission, had only been with
one man in her life, the Man of Steel thought that Diana was quite
skilled as he felt her tongue explore his mouth. Then he realized
he was proceeding from a false assumption. While it was true that
Steve Trevor had been the only man in her life, the Amazon
Warrior doubtlessly had a number of female lovers before that.
From his explorations of his Homeworld's culture, Superman
knew that Kryptonian's made no distinction between genders as far
as love or even just sex was concerned. While he had never been
inclined in that area himself, the discovery of his parents' journals
on a high density disk in his escape rocket had volunteered the
information that his mother had female lover's before she meet
his father. The most notable being her first officer on the Yuda.
"That was pretty nice," Superman said as they broke their
kiss.
"Yes it was," Wonder Woman agreed as she felt the energy
in the arms around her, confirming that which she had only guessed
at before.
"I guess we should have that talk now," Superman said,
almost reluctant to let her go.
"Amazons prefer actions over words," the dark haired
woman said as she grabbed the back of his head and initiated her
own kiss, this one backed with all of her own considerable strength.
Superman felt his head swimming in a pool of desire as the
Amazon held him tight. An embrace that he was able to return
without, for the first time in his life, the fear of hurting the
woman he held.
"That was even better," Superman said as they finally let
each other go.
"Yes it was," Diana agreed.
"So where do we go from here?" Superman asked.
The Amazon took a few steps away and looked out over the
now darkening horizon. She seemed to be gathering her thoughts
when she turned back to face the Man of Steel.
"As I've already said, we Amazons prefer to speak plainly
and directly," she began.
"And I respect that," Superman replied.
"So having said that, I will also say that I want you as a
lover."
"I was pretty much getting that impression," Superman
smiled.
"That woman back at the fire, the one called Lois," Diana
continued, "you and she have been lovers in the past."
"Of a sort," the dark haired hero said as he ran his hand
across his forehead, brushing back his long curl. "we've dated on
and off, but it hasn't gone as far as I might have liked."
"That is a mistake on her part," Diana commented.
"Well she's only seen me as Clark," Superman offered in way
of explanation.
"Even in another guise, you are still the same man," Wonder
Woman said as she gently ran her hand across his cheek. "She is
blind if she can't see that."
Superman's thoughts flashed back to the conversation he'd
overheard this afternoon between Kiko and Susan in the Planet
offices. There had quite a number of women who had shown an
attraction to Clark over the years that went well beyond what his
mild mannered image might warrant.
"But we're not here to talk about Lois are we?" he said.
"No, not at all," Diana replied. "but to be honest, this was
not exactly the setting I had in mind for the two of us."
"Well, there's always my apartment," he said half jokingly,
thinking of what she had said about he and Clark being the same
man.
"I was thinking more in line with my home," the Princess
said.
"Themyscira?" Superman said in surprise.
"Yes."
"I thought that men weren't allowed there."
"We wouldn't be going to the Themyscira itself," Diana
explained. "There is a smaller island nearby that isn't covered by
the edict. It is very beautiful, I think you would like it."
"I think any beauty that I would see there would only pale
beside that which I see when I look at you," he replied.
"Would you meet me there tomorrow, right after sunrise,
Clark?" Diana asked, her face reflecting her reaction to his words.
"I would meet you on the Moon if you asked," Clark replied,
thinking of himself as the man beneath the suit for the first time.
"Then I will see you as the sun rises," Diana said as she
kissed him one last time and gave him the location of Themyscira.
With that, she leapt off the ledge and caught an air current
that carried her off into the now dark sky. Superman stood and
watched her fade into the distance, thinking about what morning
might bring.
-=-=-=-
Donning once more the mantle of Metropolis's protector,
Superman took to the skies himself. As good as he felt right now,
he really wanted to fly. Ever since he had been a teenager, there
was no better feeling than the one he got soaring among the
clouds. Well, almost no better feeling.
Over the next three hours, the Man of Steel interrupted a
half dozen petty crimes and one major one. The perpetrators of
each found themselves in no longer empty cells in the closest police
stations before they knew what was happening. Additionally, he
prevented two automobile accidents and airlifted a traffic-snarled
ambulance to the emergency room. Before heading home, he
capped off his patrol by rescuing the proverbial stuck cat-stuck-
in-a-tree, much to the astonishment of a six-year-old girl and her
mother who had been unsuccessfully trying to lure it down with
treats.
Superman was just about to zip into his Clinton Street
apartment when a precautionary x-ray scan alerted him to the fact
that it wasn't empty. Quickly he changed his trajectory and
landed in the lane behind the apartment house. Seconds later,
Clark Kent left the alleyway to circle the block and walk into 344
like any other tenant.
Clark feigned surprise when he walked into his apartment
and discovered he had a visitor. Lois was the last person he
expected to find there, even if he had given her a key while they'd
been dating.
"Lois, is something wrong?" the mild mannered reporter
asked.
"No, nothing's wrong," she said in a voice that said that it
was a lie. "I just stopped by to talk to you. Since you weren't
home and I still had the key, I figured I'd let myself in."
"Not that I'm not happy, but it's pretty surprising to see
you," Clark went on as he tossed off his jacket and tie. "We
haven't been on the best of terms lately."
"I know that," Lois answered, "and I guess I should say I'm
sorry for that."
"Well I'm glad to hear that," Clark smiled, "but you really
didn't have to come all the way up here to tell me. It really
could've waited until Monday morning."
"Well, there was another reason that I came up here," Lois
said as she came closer to Clark. "I wanted to make up for the
lousy way that I treated you. In fact, I was thinking that maybe
we might pick up where we left off, see what happens."
With that, she took hold of the lapel of Clark's shirt and
pulled his head close to hers. She kissed him softly at first, then
with more passion. Under other circumstances, it would've been
something that Clark greatly enjoyed. As it was, events made it
somewhat less than that.
Lois of course had no way of knowing that Clark knew all
about her brief encounter with his alter ego and Wonder Woman.
That her ego had been bruised by the possibility that Superman
might actually turn to someone else for comfort. A goal she had
set for herself.
Or that he knew about her sexual habits and the strong
probability that she was only here now because Jose or anyone else
she might turn to was unavailable. There was a time that Clark
might've taken advantage of the situation regardless of Lois's
motive, but tonight wasn't one of those times. Not when tomorrow
held such promise.
"Lois, I can't do this," Clark said as he pulled away from her
embrace.
"What?" Lois said in surprise. "You're kidding, right?"
"I'm afraid not." he said as he found himself staring at the
erect nipples pressing against the confines of her blouse.
"I don't believe this," she said, the touch of anger in her
voice betraying the real reason she had come to Clark's apartment.
"You've been trying to get me interested in you for almost two
years and when I give you a chance at what you want, you say no."
"Lois, I don't think you're really here because you suddenly
developed a desire to be with me," Clark said. "I think the reason
has more to do with your being angry with someone else."
"Well, maybe it is," Lois admitted, "but that doesn't mean
we can't spend the night together. You can't tell me that isn't
something that you've want. You can't tell me that you haven't
thought about fucking me at least a hundred times."
"Another time, I would've said yes," Clark replied, "but this
isn't another time. The simple truth is that I've met someone."
"You met someone?" Lois repeated.
"Yes, and while I don't know how it's going to work out, it's
something that I want to explore."
"Well, Mr. Kent," Lois said, her voice reverting to the cold
shoulder mode she'd been treating him to the last few weeks. "I
hope she's one hell of a piece of ass, because you're never going to
know just how good a piece you just passed up!"
With that, Lois stormed out of his apartment, slamming his
door loud enough to be heard by the neighbors. Clark leaned out
the window and watching with his x-ray and telescopic vision, made
sure she got safely home. When he checked in on her later, he saw
that she was spread naked across her bed, still alone but working
out her sexual needs with a few favorite toys.
Even if he wanted to, Clark couldn't be mad at Lois. Even if
they never wound up lovers, they would always been friends of one
kind or another. What happened tonight was her anger talking. By
Monday morning, they'd be back at least to what passed for their
usual working relationship.
Putting Lois from his mind, Clark decided to get a few hours
sleep. His body could go for days without rest, but like any normal
man, he liked to just relax once and a while and as the bard said,
perhaps to dream.
-=-=-=-
Shortly before dawn, the Man of Steel did a quick survey of
his city before heading high up into the atmosphere where he could
make a quick sub-orbital dash to the coordinates that Diana had
given him. To his surprise, even with his vision powers, he couldn't
spot an island within a hundred miles. Superman couldn't believe
that he could be in the wrong place, seeing as he could tell his
location anywhere on the globe better than the most precise Global
Positioning System.
Deciding that there had to be more to this than what met
the eye, even eyes such as his, Superman dropped toward sea level.
As he passed the three hundred foot mark, he felt an energy wave
of some sort pass through his body. It didn't hurt, but made him
feel uncharacteristically light-headed for a moment.
Then, when he looked down at what only a moment before
had been empty seas, he saw what could only be Themyscira, the
home of the Amazons. The law of the land said he couldn't set
foot on the sacred soil, but no one said he couldn't take a look
from offshore. Hovering in the empty air, he once again engaged
his remarkable vision.
There appeared to be several small enclaves on the island
instead of one central community. The architecture was right out
of ancient Greece, yet at the same time didn't look to be the
hundreds of years old that he knew it to be.
Based on what he saw, Superman put the population at just
under a thousand. The gender make up of the island was of course
totally female, but what surprised the Man of Steel was that they
were a cross section of all races. From the legends he'd heard,
he'd expected them to be almost entirely of Mediterranean origin.
They all seemed close to Diana's equal in both beauty and
ability. Almost was the key word however as there was only one
Wonder Woman. Scanning the length and breath of the island, he
couldn't help but see several couples and in a few cases more than
couples engaged in morning sexual romps. No one seemed to mind
sharing in the least. On other parts of the island, he saw women
engaged in combat and exercise drills as well as early morning
classes in various sciences and philosophies.
Shutting down his brief peek into the lives of the Amazons,
Superman decided to go the long way and circle around Themyscira
rather than fly over it. His passage might not be taboo, but it
would certainly be more intrusive than an brief telescopic scan.
Setting foot on the island Diana had described, Superman
quickly located what appeared to be the only structure on it. Like
those on the main island, this one seemed both ancient and ageless.
Walking up the paved path to a small building surrounded by a
courtyard twice its size, he wondered how he should make his
presence known.
The man from a distant world needn't have worried as no
sooner had he climbed the marble steps when his hostess appeared
in the doorway. As accustomed as he was to seeing Diana in her
Wonder Woman garb, the sign of her now caused him to take a
step back.
Gone was the swimsuit like costume, replaced by a short
almost translucent, simple white toga. An outfit that only covered
half her chest, leaving one perfect breast exposed.
"It seems we have a lovely morning for our breakfast,"
Diana said as she placed a platter of fruits on the small table on
the veranda.
"I can't imagine this place having a bad morning," Superman
said as he stepped up onto the porch and kissed Diana softly.
"I thought you might like to get out of your work clothes,"
Diana said after the kiss, "so I took the liberty of laying out
something more comfortable for you. You'll find it inside."
The Man of Steel thanked his gracious hostess and stepped
into the small single room house. Like it's larger counterparts on
the main island, it was decorated in an ancient Grecian style. Laid
out on one of the heavily cushioned couches was a white garment
made of a material as transparent as Diana's. Holding it up to get
a better look, he saw that it a short tunic, much like he seen in
history books. Stripping off his uniform, he replaced it with the
tunic.
"That's much better," Diana said as the now capeless
Superman stepped back onto the veranda and she handed him a
fruit drink. "I hope they are comfortable."
"Very," the Man of Steel said as he accepted the drink.
Sitting down in one of the small chairs that looked much to
fragile to handle his weight, but were surprisingly strong, he
became very much aware that the loose fitting tunic had little in
the way of the support he was used to with his tight fitting
uniform. He caught Diana's eyes glancing down between his legs as
he shifted on the backless chair, a broad smile on her face as she
did so.
"You must try the Talava fruit, its very rare and only grows
on the main island," Diana said as she held out a small tray with
the pear-like fruit on it. "Legend has it that the goddess,
Aphrodite, herself planted the trees as a gift to the Amazons."
"This is incredible," Clark, as he thought of himself once the
blue suit came off, said as he tasted a slice of the fruit. "I don't
think I've ever tasted anything quite so delicious. And I've been
just about everywhere on the planet."
"They are also said," Diana added as she fed him another
large piece, "to be an unusually strong aphrodisiac."
"I think that would be the last thing I need at this moment,"
Clark said as he swallowed her offering. "Just your presence is
aphrodisiac enough."
Diana smiled even brighter as she put down the tray and sat
herself on Clark's lap. Through the thin material of both their
garments, their physical attraction for each other was readily
apparent. She ran her slender, yet strong finger through the hairs
of his chest as once more their lips met.
There was no hesitation in their kiss, nothing to hold back
the passion that each felt. Diana's arms wrapped around Clark's
neck as her tongue reached deep into his mouth and massaged his
own. They lips continued to brush against each other's as she took
one of his hands and guided it to her exposed breast. His fingers
pressed against the dark areola, bringing her nipple to full
hardness.
Diana lifted her body so that she could bring that excited
nipple to Clark's mouth. An offering that he accepted eagerly as
his lips closed around it. He drank deep of her natural scent, then
realized that another now familiar taste had been mixed with that
of her flesh. The Amazon's soft mound had been covered with the
juices of the Talava fruit.
"Oh yes," Diana cried out as she pressed her breast deeper
into the Kryptonian's mouth, feeling a growing warmth spreading
out from the center of it as he caressed it with his tongue.
With a free hand, she reached for the small gold clasp that
held her tunic together, pulling it free as the thin material that
covered her body fell to her waist. Shifting her body once more,
she guided the attention of the man beneath her to her other
waiting mound.
An attention he gave just as eagerly as he continued to play
with her originally exposed breast with his hand. To a man who
could see through steel as easily as a normal man could glass, Clark
had seen uncounted examples of the female body in the years since
his vision powers developed. Without question, he could honestly
say that none had ever come close to the beauty and perfection of
the woman in his arms.
For a moment he was tempted to think of her as a work of
art. After all, she was indeed a statue made of clay brought to life
by the gifts of the gods. But that would be to reduce the passion
of the living, breathing woman she had become. A work of art, no
matter how impressive, was still cold and unfeeling.
Diana reached down under the garment Clark wore and
pressed her hand against his manhood. Running her fingers up and
down its length, she could feel him growing even more erect. It
was only the second time she had touched a man in this way and
she found it even more exciting than the first.
"Oh Diana," the man of two worlds said softly as he felt her
strong fingers take hold and massage his most intimate areas.
Sliding off his lap onto the sun warmed stone floor, the
Princess of Themyscira still held on to the Kryptonian's manhood.
She inspected it closely for a moment, a wide smile of approval
forming on her red lips. Lips which opened even wider as she
brought her head closer and took her prize into her mouth.
It was only the second time in her life she had taken a man
in this way, but she had been schooled well in the fundamentals of
the act. Throughout history, her sister Amazons had used the
talents of their bodies to influence events in the world of man
around them.
"Great Krypton!" Clark gasped softly as the wetness of the
Amazon's mouth engulfed him.
With a skill that exceeded her experience, Diana took his
cock deep within her mouth, her tongue caressing it up and down
its length. Clark closed his eyes and leaned back, enjoying the
sensations the dark haired heroine was sending throughout his
body.
Concentrating on the hardness that filled her mouth, Diana
didn't even notice at first that Clark was now actually floating an
inch above the chair in which he had been sitting. Although there
had been few opportunities to get a blowjob in his Superman
identity, Clark had learned quite by accident that the pleasing
effects of the act were greatly enhanced while in a weightless
state.
Diana slid Clark's cock from her mouth, licking the tip a few
times before moving down to his balls as well. Then she swallowed
it whole once more. Realizing that the Man of Steel was floating in
air, she slid one hand under his ass, balancing the larger man on her
palm as she kept her other hand wrapped around the base, pumping
him faster and harder.
Drifting in the endless warmth of Diana's mouth, Clark could
feel a reaction building deep within him. A build up of erotic
energy that was taking on a life of it's own. Even a superman had
no more control over that aspect of his physiology than did a
normal human. His body shuddered as his cock was again enveloped
by the Amazon's soft lips.
A powerful rush filled the Kryptonian's body as he felt
himself climaxing. An eruption that filled the daughter of
Hippolyta with the taste of his alien seed. A whiteness that she
drew in deep as if it was the nectar of the gods.
A few months after his first public appearance, Clark had
come across an essay by a noted science fiction author. The
subjects of which were Superman's sexual habits and the
difficulties his outer worldly abilities would cause in that area.
One of the writer's suppositions was, that if he ever climaxed in a
woman's mouth, he would most likely blow the back of her head
off. The memory of the article brought a small smile to the corner
of Clark's mouth as he looked down at the woman on the floor
beneath him as she finished her feast.
"That was quite nice," Clark said as Diana released her hold
on his and let his still hard manhood slip out of his mouth.
"Yes it was," Diana agreed as she rose back to her full
height.
"You have a little on your...." Clark started to say as he
lifted the hem of his tunic to wipe away the small spots of
whiteness from her mouth.
The Amazon responded by abruptly pulling Clark close to
her. Her movement caught him off guard, something that few
people ever managed to do. Her lips pressed hard against his as
she reached deep into his mouth, sharing the fire that had been
building within her as well. With a strength that was only a hit of
that held in her supple body, Diana ripped the tunics from both
their bodies with single motions.
"Now!" the woman, now nude save for her ever-present
bracelets, said in a breathless voice.
"Now?" an equally naked Clark repeated in confusion.
"I want you now!" Diana expanded as she kissed him again,
pressing the flesh of their powerful bodies together.
One aspect of Clark's solar charged Kryptonian physiology
that did differ from normal men was instant regeneration. In all
but the most extraordinary circumstances, any spent energy was
immediately replaced. In the hundred heartbeats since his orgasm,
his body had again returned to peak form.
Using a strength that he would fear using on Lois or any
normal woman, Clark lifted Diana off the ground and kissed her
flesh with a fury he hadn't felt since the days Lana had first set
his blood on fire. Diana responded in turn, pleased to be able to
use her own strength in way she never could with Steve Trevor.
The Last Son of Krypton and the only Daughter of the
Amazons shared a blazing passion that grew with each passing
moment. No part of the other's body escaped their notice as they
gave in to the most universal of human desires. The hunger of two
worlds collided to produce a single, lust filled desire. One which
both were more than eager to surrender to.
As their feet again touched solid ground, Clark moved behind
Diana and spread her legs far apart. He reached around and
pressed two fingers within her moist mound. A loud gasp of
surprise came from the Amazon as he quickly found her most
sensitive of spots and induced a reverberating vibration within it
with his fingers.
"Great Hera!" Diana cried out as her body trembled
violently with an almost instant orgasm.
Nothing in her limited experience with men or her more
extensive knowledge of women had prepared her for what had just
happened. Truly, Clark was the equal of the Olympian gods as she
had hoped.
A second orgasm followed even before the echoes of the
first totally faded from Diana's body. With a force even greater
than the previous one, the climax left the powerful warrior woman
breathless.
A condition that continued as Clark swept her up in his arms
and carried her to the large padded couch on the far end of the
garden. He lay Diana on the cushions and reached down to part her
legs. Light as a feather, the Man of Steel lifted himself off the
ground and then on top of her, kissing her softly on her lips as
their bodies met. As second kiss followed as he moved down to her
breasts and to the valley between.
Diana reached down and took hold of his erect member,
guiding it to her almost virginal womanhood. Gently, and then
firmly, her fingers caressed his hardness in anticipation.
An expectation shared by Clark as he replaced her hand with
his own, placing his cock just within her. Her level of excitement
was such that he slid almost fully inside her with only a minimum of
effort. Taking hold of her parted legs, he began to move in and out
of her at an ever-increasing pace.
"Blessed Aphrodite!" Diana called out as she felt the Man of
Steel fill her.
Reaching up behind Clark, Diana took a firm grip on the man
on top of her, adding her own considerable strength to his thrusts.
Wrapping her long powerful legs around him, she pulled him closer,
an act restricting the length of his strokes but increasing their
frequency.
A frequency that was quickly reaching what Diana thought
of as the speed of Hermes as each movement was translated to
torrid waves of ecstasy buffeting her body. Billows that were
duplicated in their own form in the Kryptonian.
Damp sweat covered their bodies from their exertions as
they thrashed back and forth atop the narrow couch. A rare
situation for each of them that underlined the intensity of their
coupling.
Diana continued to hold Clark tightly, his face pressed
tightly against her own as they kissed again and again. She
murmured soft words of encouragement, alternating them with
cries of an urgent need.
"Fuck me, Clark!" she called out in the vernacular of her
adopted land as yet another pleasing wave of passion crested
across her body. "I need you inside of me so badly."
Clark's only response was to, if it was possible, redouble his
efforts. The feelings that passed between them were like his
most secret dreams. Yet if it were a dream, it was one he hoped
he would never wake from.
With his more enhanced senses, Clark was the first to
realize that both of them had reached the edge of a precipice
from with there was no turning back. Diana became aware of it a
few breaths later.
The nearness of their objective caused her to react even
more strongly. Feeling Clark's body tense ever so slightly, she
used all of her Olympian-born strength to grab hold and make their
two bodies one.
His own greater strength could've broken him free, but that
thought was the furthest thing from Clark's mind. Deep within
himself, he felt his body again responding to the demands of the
Amazon's body. Stronger than before, he exploded within her.
As soon as she felt the quiver of Clark's body, Diana relaxed
her hold and let the thundering volcano within her erupt as well.
Her womanhood exploded outward as she felt Clark fill her with
the energy of his orgasm, adding it to her own as the lightning of
Zeus filled the core of her soul.
-=-=-=-
Drained to a point that neither had felt in years, the two
Justice Leaguers laid on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms.
Actually, it was Diana who was lying on the narrow couch with an
intertwined Clark resting on top a cushion of empty air.
Long minutes slowly passed as her head rested on his
powerful shoulders. Diana ran her hand down the length of Clark's
body as she listed to the beating of his heart. Reaching his
manhood, she was shocked to find that it was already regaining
some of its just spent virility.
"Goddesses above," she said in her tired voice, "not even
Hercules possessed such stamina. Truly you are the equal of the
gods."
"No, I'm just a man," Clark said as he turned his head and
kissed her softly, letting his Kansas born humility wash over him
once more.
"Well, if not a god, then at least a superman," Diana
retorted as she returned his kiss.
Clark just smiled and gave the woman at his side a knowing
wink.
"Let the rest of the Justice League take care of the world
for a couple of hours," the Man of Steel thought as he looked
deep into the Amazon's eyes. "I think I'm going to have my hands
full here for quite a while."
As if to underscore his thought, Diana took that moment to
demonstrate her own recuperative abilities as she rolled off the
couch and onto the floating Kryptonian, their lips meeting once
more as her hand closed again around his manhood. With morning
sun not a third of the way above the horizon, it was going to be a
very long day indeed.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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