Teen Justice League: Aftermath

[Felix80]

Clark flew through the air, whistling past Khund landing ships and fighters raining down on the streets of Metropolis. Twin beams of red light leapt out from his eyes as he disabled the helicopter sized craft, forcing them into hard landings where other members of the League and the national guard worked together in rounding the aliens up.

The Justice League had formed during the Khund invasion when the world's greatest heroes banded together to take on a threat greater than any one of them could face on their own. Still, there had been several close calls, especially while facing down the Khund aboard their own motherships. Or carriers, or whatever they were called. This was just the last mopping up action in the last city. Clark's city, Metropolis.

His x-ray vision had been key in finding the weak spots in the khundian crafts. Hitting those weak spots with pinpoint fire with his heat vision was the easy spot.

Then he spotted something. Batgirl? Batwoman? Whatever she was calling herself, she was using her future battle armor to eliminate the Khund fighters too, but she didn't see one craft get off a missile attack from quite a distance away.

Clark poured on the speed, breaking the sound barrier and intercepting the missile with his own l, mostly invulnerable chest. The explosion sent him careening off, and it took all his concentration to pull up and land on a roof instead of slamming into the building itself. He bounced a few times and rolled to a stop. Invulnerable or not, he felt that.

He shook his head to clear it and looked up. Batgirl had retaliated, taking the ship out that had attempted to eliminate her. Clark took a moment to scan the sky. That was it, no more Khund ships. He sat there a moment, catching his breath.

Batgirl landed on the roof next to him and walked over. Clark gave her an easy smile. Damn she looked good in that form fitting armor.

"Nice job there Bats."

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

“Well, that’s the last of them,” Batgirl said proudly and was a little out of breath as she walked over. “You weren’t too shabby either, big guy.” She plopped down next to him, pulling off the mask and dropping it beside her.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there.” She quickly followed it up with, “I did save yours a couple times earlier so let’s call it even.”

She grinned, looking at him. How was it after all the chaos, taken the punches, bleeding here and there, he still looked indestructible. He still had that optimistic farm boy look, which was both annoying and charming at the same time.

Her eyes lingered around his bulge. She sworn it’s bigger and wondered if the battle excites him as much as it does for her. What could be more exciting than just saving the world, even if this wasn’t hers? The adrenaline rush was addictive. She enjoyed the high as much as sex. Now that was over…

“Now what, Sup?”

 

[Felix80]

"Even? I guess. That one Khund in the powered armor damn near killed me with that glowing, green sword of his. I've never almost died before.". Clark paused, exhaling. " Yeah Bats, even sounds good."

He turned to her and smiled, that exuberant smile of pure joy. They'd saved the world. What could be better than that? Sure, tomorrow Luthor Corp would try to get all the technology to reverse engineer it, or another group of aliens would invade, or some ancient God would come to life and demand sacrifices, but for now, for right now, life was good and everything was alright.

Clark noticed Bats eyes lingering on his crotch. His supervision focused on her before he even thought about it. Raised heart rate. Pupils dilating. Blood rushing to her vulva, which was engorged. Her brain releasing all the right chemicals to put her in the mood. She was turned on and staring at his crotch. But then, he was staring at her too.

"Next? Hmmm, let's see,". Clark ticked things off on his fingers, " We stopped the alien invasion. We did the mop up. The rest of the League has the ground work covered. I'm incredibly turned on and could really use a good fuck."

Clark locked eyes with Tara, not breaking contact. "I figure we can either go help the rest of the League on the ground, or we could screw. I'll leave it up to you.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

“Haha. Yea, even,” Tara confirmed.

Her eyes widened and jaw slightly dropped. She couldn’t hide the shock behind the mask this time. His candidness not only surprised the bats out of her but also further aroused her. She stared at him in disbelieve for a second, and then broke into a fake laughter.

“Hahahaha!” Punching the side of his arm, she warned, “Don’t tease, big guy. If it’s up to me, you would be butt naked on top of me right now.”

She chose to take his offer as a joke. She didn’t mind fucking his brain out, or vice versa. Surely he wasn’t serious… was he? The way he looked at her though...

 

[Felix80]

Buck naked on top of her sounded pretty damn good. Clark grinned. Bats knew he was in an open relationship, but he didn't think she ever really contemplated what that meant.

It meant if Chloe found out she would want to fuck Tara too. And Chloe tended to be, well, dominate was too strong of a word, but she was definitely in charge.

But Chloe wasn't the girl he was thinking about right now. He wanted Tara. He needed to cum. She had just given him consent.

Clark reached across Tara, taking her far hand and gently pulling it across, her body, across his body, effectively bringing her to face him and putting her more or less above him, and placing her hand on his bulge. It was large, thicker than a coke can and over a foot long. His suit did a very poor job of hiding it. He let go of her hand, letting her do what she wanted.

Clark looked into Tara's eyes and said, "I want to fuck you."

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Clark didn’t use super-speed but Tara would swear that he did if anyone asks. She didn’t have time to react; more accurately, didn’t want to resist as he tugged. They were face to face, eye to eye, and hand to bulge. It felt as impressive and thick as it looked. When he removed his hand, hers didn’t retract. Instead, she applied pressure and rubbed up and down slowly.

Her lips coiled up into a grin second after he had said, “I want to fuck you.” There was no way to misinterpret his intent now. He was serious. She conveniently forgotten all about that mumbo jumbo between him and Chloe (was it). She need a good laid; an unwritten tradition she had back home. Even if this was not her dimension, she just saved the world after all.

“And I you, big guy.” She pounced on him. Her mouth eagerly found his. She kissed him deeply and roughly. With a flick of her wrists, the artificial claws extended. Normally they were used to pierce through glass or saw through iron. This time, they cut through Superman’s suit, which was barely hanging on him due to all the rips and peels from the fight anyways. She shredded off the rest to expose his sturdy pecs and ceps. He was a sight to behold naked, just pure muscle. She had his legs between hers, straddling the man of steel. His member raked her aching mound. Even with her high tech suit, the friction made her want more.

She then slid down his body, breaking their kiss. She kissed her way down his chest, washboard abs, to the waistband. She kissed the hard pole through the fabric, teasing him and making him want it. She looked up at him, looking for his reaction and anticipation.

 

[Felix80]

Tara took her time. She ripped his suit apart with her claws, not that there was much left after the Khund invasion, kissing him wherever she exposed flesh. It was quite pleasant actually. Tara's claws could never scratch him, and the kisses were nice. She worked her way down his body stopping at his bulge, kissing his dick through his suit.

Clark chuckled. It wasn't bad, nice foreplay. Right now he wanted to fuck though, and she was making him wait. Patience was something all speedsters needed to learn. He took a deep breath and smiled at her. He could wait.

"As much as I'd like to rip your costume off you, too, I'm going to let you take your time." He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, a classic waiting position. "I'm not trying to brag, but, well, everything about me is super. So take your time, I don't want you to get hurt."

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Tara both adored and loathed that smug on his face. She wondered if the alien can really tear her techno suit. If he fails, it would be something to rub in his face. If he succeeds, she would never let the old man hear the end of it. She was more interested in his follow-up taunts, “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Was she supposed to appreciate or take that as a challenge?

She sniggered. “Ha! What makes you think it’s not vice versa?”

In one swift move, she tore his pants off; unsalvageable. On the hind side, she should have just pulled it off. He was bare ass with cock sprung in the air, greeting her as proudly as that Kansas’ mug. “Hmm!” She snorted as if she wasn’t impressed. In reality, his cock was, well, supertastic! Well hung was a huge understatement. He was by far the largest she had ever seen. How could a man have such monumental cock?

Then again, this wasn’t any ordinary man. He was Superman…

She licked from bottom to the head. The intricate maze of the blue vines pulsed against the flat of her tongue. She then ran the tip over his slit before took the knob between her lips. With a hand at the base, her mouth slowly swallowed him. Her tongue flickered along his length inside her warm wet mouth. It wasn’t her choice to go slow this time; it was his mammoth girth. She risked dislocating her jaw if not careful. Her eyes widened all of sudden while she tried not to gag. His tip hit the back of her throat yet there was still a good four, five inch exposed. Fuck!

She pulled her mouth back and released his cock with a pop. She sloped forward, facing him eye to eye again and admitting, “Shit, Sup. You’re gonna be a challenge.”

She reached for the utility belt. With the click, her suit powered off and loosened. She pulled on the hidden zipper and the whole thing peeled off like a simple jumpsuit. She was full commando underneath.

Repositioned her legs on each side of his, she lowered down his cock. The head pierced between her slippery and velvety lips. Already, she felt the crackles of electricity igniting from her pussy down her spine. Her vagina pulsated and dripped with anticipation. She relaxed her hams and quads, dropping further down his steel pole. He stretched her to the maximum, and her tunnel formed tightly around him. The pleasure was both overwhelming and welcoming. She bit her lips to muffle her scream.

She stayed still for a second once she completely sheathed him. The blood throbs and rushes along his vine felt sensational. Her hands planted on his abdomen as she rode him. Her rhythm was slow, savoring each impact. She rotated and felt him hit all the sweet spots. The probably didn’t have all the time in the world, but she wasn’t in a hurry and wanted this to last as long as possible.

 

[Felix80]

Tara had ripped apart his pants. It wasn't the ideal solution, but he had pretty much told her too. Besides, there wasn't that much left to them anyway. Then she stared at it. Clark loved that part. The look on their face as they saw his uncut cock fully erect.

It was hairy, of course. Clark shaved with his heat vision. He wasn't about to laser his own cock. It was thick, thicker around than a Coke can. And long. The human penis stopped functioning after 12 inches. His was longer than that and worked great. At the base lay two large balls that produced semen at an incredible rate. When he came, he came a lot.

"I told you everything about me was super."

She snorted as if she wasn't impressed. Whatever. Clark could hear her heartbeat pick up, could watch the chemicals in her brain release at a higher rate, smell the sweat as her body ramped up the arousal.

Tara wasted no time, though she was going slow. She was on his cock, licking it up and down, then trying to swallow the beast. She did one hell of a job too. Clark leaned his head back and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations. Especially the feel of his cockhead rubbing the back of her throat. That always felt amazing.

With a pop she was off of him, and stripping. She didn't have super speed but her super suit was obviously designed to be able to change out of quickly. Then she was kneeling over him, lowering herself on him, slowly impaling herself on his cock. Clark smiled, opening his eyes to watch. She stayed there for a moment, just savoring the feeling. He could see the ecstasy on her face and then she loosed herself up and dropped down a few more inches, muffling the pleasure she was feeling.

Clark grinned. Should he do it now? Make her cum? No, better to wait.

Tara started to move, a nice slow grind. It felt pretty amazing, stretching her out, feeling her tightness around his cock.

"Mmmm, very nice," he said as she started to rotate her hips, making his cock push around all of her insides, most especially on her g-spot. He let her continue for a few minutes, enjoying the sex. After a bit though he wanted to show off. His left hand moved to her hips, spreading out over her lower abdomen until his thumb was on her clit He pressed down gently.

"How many times can I make you cum before you're too tired to keep going?" It was an honest question, one he wasn't sure Bats could answer. Yet.

With a thought Clark began to move his cock and his thumb at super speed, effectively turning them into flesh and bone vibrators, one inside her pussy, and one pressing down on her clitoris.

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

Tara hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Clark was fucking great, or rather a great fuck. She was getting her groove on, controlling the rhythm and enjoying herself. And so was he, with that mischievous expression and his thumb on her clit. She purred, barely heard is question. He didn’t give her time to answer anyways.

Guess Mr. Kal-El didn’t like slow dance. His cock and thumb vibrated at insane speed both in and outside of her pussy. It drove her wild. Her body shivered. The vibration rippled through every inch of flesh. She moaned with ecstasy while her nether lips trembled. Her muscles contracted and spammed like they never had before.

“Ooooooh. Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck.”

Without warning, her inside erupted. Her eyes rolled back and thighs clutched around his legs. Streams of warm fluid gushed and soaked his massive cock. While she her first, no second, or probably third orgasm, her nails dug into his side and held onto him like she was falling into an abyss. It was hard to keep count when the raptures followed one after another like the freaking flash. It was pure bliss. She hadn’t cum this fast, hard or much since, well, ever!

 

[Felix80]

He was sitting, naked except for his cape, in a pool of cum. Clark grinned. It was Tara's cum, for now, and he loved making girls gush and squirt. It never got old. He was still hard as steel, and buried deep inside her, all the way to his balls. It felt great.

Clark wrapped his arms around Tara and held her against him through her orgasms. Her breasts were squeezed up against him, and they felt excellent as her body shook against him. He had turned off the super speed shortly after she started to cum. Clark didn't want to hurt her after all.

"So," he asked a few moments after she stopped shaking, "Let me know when you're ready to go again."

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

If it wasn’t for her hands son his abs, Tara would have fall flat on him. She hunched forward as the pussy made its last contraction. His stiff cock still nested fittingly inside her super wet and sensitive snatch. She scoffed when he spoke. She reached one hand back and clutched his balls. They were massive and slightly firm.

“Damn, how long can you control yourself.” She squeezed and kneaded them. She used the time to let herself recover. The more she played with him, the quicker her arousal state returned which was surprising for her since she had already cum so much. She didn’t know, nor cared, if it was because it was fucking Superman or of his impressive massive cock, she wanted more. She wanted to feel that the wave of multi-orgasms all hitting her at once again. It was insanely addictive.

She purred, rotating her hips left to right, “Ready whenever you are, big guy.”

 

[Felix80]

Clark moaned gently as she played with his balls. It definitely felt good. And she recovered fast. That was good too. And as much as Clark wanted to fuck her and really pound it home, he didn't get to unleash his wicked side too often. So if he wanted to tease Tara a bit more, well, who could blame him.

"Good, I'm glad you're ready. And to answer your first question," his left hand went to her right breast and gave her a very firm squeeze. Then he turned on the superspeed, vibrating her breast and nipple. "I can control myself a very," his other hand went to her clit, his thumb vibrating there. "Very," he superspeed his cock, "long time."

He stayed like that for a solid thirty seconds before he said, "This time you can tell me when to stop. Or I'll just stop when you black out. Enjoy."

 

[Lotus_Maiden]

“Hmm, really?” Tara scoffed at his boast. His fingers went to work again. They tormented her breast this time. Her nipple tightened and hardened under the insane vibration. The twinge shot down her spine. It hit all the right nerves. Her juices flown, coating his thoroughly wet cock and thumb.

While his hands worked on her, driving her crazy, hers clutched onto his balls tighter. “Shiiiiiiiiiit.” She moaned widely. She trembled once again. He was hitting all the right nerves and sweet spots. It took less than 30 seconds for another orgasm to wash over her. She flushed red from face to neck as another one hit shortly afterward.

She smirked. “Wh. Why. Why would I want to stop?” Just then she reached another climax. Her vagina contracted like frantically, almost matched his speed. At least it felt that way. Her sticky warm juices pooled on his lower stomach. They seeped in between her fingers and glazed his balls.

“Oooooooh!” She trembled, losing control of her body. She fell forward and rested on top of Superman. She felt fragile, which was foreign to her. Even after nights of chasing the Joker’s gang or restless days defending this dimension from the Khund, she had never felt so weak. “Fuuuuuck. You’re fucking great. D. Don. Don’t. Stop,” she breathed shakily.