FVN Mrs. Superman (DC Comics)
Mrs. Superman (DC Comics)
Mrs. Superman (DC Comics)
A/N: Mrs. Superman was a commissioned one shot originally written back in November of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Summary: In which Dana Dearden, aka Obsession, aka Mrs. Superman, happens upon the exact right time to approach Superman about her undying love for him.
Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Fucked Silly
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In a small home in upper Metropolis, a young woman of brown hair and a beautiful buxom figure stands. Smiling a slightly deranged smile as she stares at numerous pictures of Superman in all of his heroic glory pinned to her wall, Dana Dearden licks her lips in anticipation as she clutches at the glowing magic coins in her hands.
With these coins, taken from the Metropolis Museum of Art on her very first date with Jimmy Olsen, Dana now had the super-powers to match Superman. She just needed to meet with him, to show him her worth. Then, finally... she could be Mrs. Superman.
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In a multitude of other universes, in most versions of the universe, what would follow would be a rather heartbreaking tale of obsession and mental instability getting the better of a bright young woman with a clear and solid future ahead of her. Far from being known as Mrs. Superman, in most universes and most timelines, Dana Dearden would become known as Obsession, vacillating between heroics and villainess acts at the drop of a dime, her crazed fixation on Superman keeping her from living a normal life.
Because of course, in most universes Clark Kent, otherwise known as Superman, wouldn't even consider Dana as a potential sexual partner. He would recognize her mental instability immediately and be completely turned off to the idea.
However, in this universe... in this universe, Clark is making his way back to the Fortress of Solitude after a fight in which he was tagged with inhibition-removing Red Kryptonite. To his credit, the incredibly powerful Kryptonian was well aware that he needed to seclude himself away until he could get it out of his system. Some time in isolation until the worst wore off would be for the best.
However, just as he's coming in for a landing right outside of the Fortress, a woman appears before him, stopping him dead in his tracks lest he plow right through her. Though, even in the haze that's settled over his mind, he notes that she seemingly flew all the way up here to the Fortress under her own power... or rather, her own SUPER powers as the case seemed to be.
"Superman! I've been looking for you. Do you like? I'm the Mrs. to your Superman... Mrs. Superman! I want to be yours... and I want you to be mine~"
It's as heartfelt a confession as confessions can get. But under most circumstances, Clark would be utterly turned off by the... the whole getup she's wearing. The makeshift replica of his House Name and Symbol and the pornstar-quality of the rest of her costume to mimic his own would be insulting, most days. Clark is just about to tell her off... and yet, he finds his eyes tracking back over her form, up and down.
Underneath that makeshift replica symbol on her chest IS her chest, a pair of C-cups straining D-cups pushing up against the mimicry S. Meanwhile, further down her costume terminates in the crotch of a leotard, with those luscious legs of hers looking absolutely gorgeous in the red thigh highs she's wearing. Finally, there's a red bandana pulling back her hair to reveal a solid eight out of ten face... that becomes a straight ten out of ten when it's filled with such lust and desire for him, Superman.
The Red Kryptonite is nowhere near out of his system and having such a beautiful woman offer herself up to him on a silver platter proves too much for Clark's nonexistent inhibitions at the moment. His eyes flash red for a moment and he smiles as he floats forward, happily placing an arm around her itty bitty waist.
"Why don't we talk about this some more inside 'Mrs. Superman'."
Beaming, Dana is all too happy to go along with it. Meanwhile, Clark is unwilling to take any chances, calling out to the systems of the Fortress as they disappear into it.
"Keep the door closed and my comms off until I say otherwise, Fortress!"
With the order given, the doors close behind the pair with a certain sense of finality... and though no one is there to watch it, if there had been, they would know that that moment was the moment everything changed.
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Deep inside of the Fortress of Solitude, in the master bedroom, Clark is making out with his brunette visitor. Both are pawing at each other's bodies quite eagerly, with Dana being amazed and incredibly thrilled by how quickly she was fulfilling her dream. But she wanted... nay, she NEEDED more. Luckily for her, Clark in his current state was happy to give her more. In fact, he wanted more as well.
Pulling off of her mouth, the Man of Steel lies back on his bed and smirks at her boldly.
"Hop on, Mrs. Superman."
"Don't mind if I do, Mr. Superman!"
Squealing in near-delirious glee, Dana floats over and sits her ample rump down right atop Clark's crotch. Her eyes flutter and she shudders as she feels his bulge, the hardened dick underneath the crotch of his costume. Moaning, she rubs her crotch against his, getting wetter and wetter, panting harder and harder with need as they engage in some 'above-the-covers' foreplay.
Clark lets out a growl after a moment however, his eyes flashing red again in a commanding, domineering manner that just turns Dana on even more.
"Take off my bottoms."
Eager to please, eager to obey, eager to... well, experience everything that Superman has to offer, Dana hurriedly does so, pulling off first his boots, then his shorts, then his leggings. As she does so, his cock comes springing out of its confines. More than above average and already standing at attention, it throbs and pulsates with need. It should be enough to strike fear and terror into any mortal woman... but luckily for her, Dana is no longer a mortal woman.
Giggling gleefully, she wraps her gloved hands around Superman's cock and begins to stroke it up and down, moaning throatily as she stares at it like a woman possessed... or rather, obsessed. All for her... its... its all for her.
Leaning forward, she begins to kiss at it almost reverently. She'd worn makeup to this little get-together, as well as her brightest shade of ruby red lipstick. Now, she leaves kiss marks all along Clark's shaft as she goes up and down his cock, peppering the hot, meaty, throbbing member with her smooches.
All she knows is that she's never seen Superman so flustered, so eager, and it's all (seemingly) because of her! How can she possibly be upset when he slams into her in a mating press, beginning to fuck her into the floor of the chamber harder and faster than even she'd bounced up and down on his cock?!
Moaning wantonly, eyes rolling around in her head and explosive orgasms coming faster and faster until they feel like they're arriving back to back to back, Dana clings to her super-lover for dear life, holding onto him as he pins her down with his immense strength, her legs high in the air on either side of his broad waist.
The rough treatment causes her bargain-store costume to rip, the mockery of a House Symbol on her chest tearing and her breasts bouncing free of their confines. Clark wastes no time in tasting those, grabbing hold of Dana's tits with bruising force. On any weaker woman, his strength would probably pop those tits like a pair of water balloons. But on Dana... she can take it.
Clark marvels in that fact as he gets to motorboat his first pair of breasts, mauling and kneading her soft mammaries to his heart's content without having to fear maiming her or anything like that. Starting to speed up, he growls and groans into Dana's tits, and it becomes obvious that he's going to cum soon again.
Though she knows Superman doesn't need permission, Dana nevertheless does her part to encourage him, the thought of being pregnant with his child filling her with endless amounts of joy.
"D-Do it, Superman! Knock me up! Breed me! Make me your woman!"
With a triumphant roar, Clark slams home into Dana's already creampied womb again, this time his actual cockhead penetrating her cervix and pushing just an inch into her womb itself as he begins to cum. The way her pussy has molded to fit along his cock perfectly means that it's an incredibly tight fit... and that his seed has nowhere to go at first.
For a moment, Dana's belly actually visibly inflates, growing to make it look like she's already a couple months pregnant. However, finally the overflow of cum manages to make it out of the small space between her pussy lips and his cock and spills down onto her ass.
Delirious with pleasure, Dana tries to recenter herself and get her wits back. She's starting to wonder if the magic coins can keep up with all of this. She can still feel her hips at least... s-so maybe they should quit while they're ahead? She has what she wanted, after all. She's satisfied Superman not once, not twice, but THREE times so far, right? That...should be enough, yes?
Leaning forward, Clark gives Dana a long, deep kiss that she can't help but reciprocate. Then, he slowly pulls back, causing her to come up off her back as she tries to extend out the kiss as long as possible. The result is Dana, in her torn mockery of a superheroine costume, kneeling there on the floor of the Fortress of Solitude with his seed spilling out of her freshly fucked cunt.
Meanwhile, Clark pulls back and floats just in front of her so that his cock, still rock hard, can hover right over her face. As Dana goes cross-eyed just looking up at him, Clark looks down past it at her and growls lustfully.
"More."
Dana's eyes practically become hearts. How can she ever deny her beloved hubby anything?! The future father of her children... yes, she can keep going! Opening her mouth and lolling out her tongue, Dana's wanton moan is subsequently cut off as he slides in, fitting like a glove.
What follows is more fucking. The two of them proceed to plow all around the Fortress, causing more than a little bit of damage in the process. Dana bounces up and down on his lap in the Fortress' Command Center. Clark pushes her up against the Fortress' window into Antarctica and cums in her ass. There's even doggystyle in the shower.
Every time, Clark cums inside. Of course, a couple of loads end up in her belly or her bowels as a result of this policy, but the vast majority of his seed... it goes into Dana's already packed womb. While the shower interlude in the middle of this fuck fest does allow her to clean up a bit, its back to plowing silly right afterwards, with no rest for the wicked in sight.
Dana gets positively wrecked and utterly pounded across what feels like every surface in the Fortress of Solitude, the magical coins that give her superpowers glowing brightly the entire time where she has them tucked away safely. They're certainly pushed to their limits as an inhibitionless Superman goes to town on a woman for the very first time, finding himself able to truly let loose and indulge in all of his worst impulses with Dana's fervent, albeit increasingly exhausted encouragement.
This was what she wanted, after all. This was what she NEEDED. She WOULD be Mrs. Superman... and nothing would stand in her way, not even her own limits. She'd push past them all, just to be the woman, the fuck toy, the broodmare that Superman needed! It was her one true purpose in life, to get fucked and bred and fucked some more by the Man of Steel!
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Clark slowly wakes up, feeling both refreshed and satiated in a way he's never felt before. He's also... incredibly tired in a way he's never been before. He feels like he just ran a Marathon... except that was the human equivalent of exhausting yourself. He feels like he just went a half dozen rounds with Doomsday... and won.
The Red Kryptonite has fully left his system at this point, and Clark finds himself going over what happened while he was still under its effects. Blinking as he plays back his perfect memory, a blush spreads across his face and he quickly realizes he's not alone. Pulling the covers away from his body AND the body of his bed partner, Clark stares at Dana. She's currently on her side, facing away from him, but that nevertheless allows him to see everything.
Completely naked, Dana's blemish free back and perfectly round backside are on full display... as are the sticky trails of cum ALL over her body, with a TON of it spilling out of her very well-fucked pussy and forming a puddle on the bed between them.
He'd... he'd absolutely ruined her last night. For a moment, Clark feels shame and embarrassment over his actions. But then, reviewing them... he can't help but be impressed. Dana had clearly wanted it, so at least he hadn't raped her. But more than that... she'd handled everything he threw at her without a single flinch. She'd handled his immense might and powerful strength without... without an ounce of hesitation.
As he stares at his fucked silly bed partner, a slow smile begins to form on Clark's face, one of fondness, affection... and arousal. Down between the powerful Kryptonian's legs, his cock begins to grow erect again.
Soon, she would wake up... and they'd go again, even without the Red Kryptonite to influence things. They had to make sure she was properly pregnant, after all, and Clark had never tried to make a baby before, so he didn't really know when enough would be enough. But he did know one thing for absolute certain, and he was sure the brunette sleeping next to him would agree one hundred percent.
Can't be Mrs. Superman without Super babies!
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