Feeling himself get a bit lighter after her whispering, he looked up at her loving gaze. “I will do anything you say,” he complied with a small smile on his face.
Siren chuckled, stroking his cheek affectionately. “Do you want to do anything I say?” she asked in a normal voice.
“Yes,” he replied. Strangely, the small smile felt glued to his face. He couldn’t break it even in the slightest.
“Then why don’t you take those pants off?” She flicked her foot again, smacking it against his rear.
“Yes.”
He reached toward his waist line, but he was too close to her to be able to slide out of his pants without separating. Not caring about his laundry at the moment, he simply tore his pants open at the front, then ripped it off all the way down to his shins. Superman discarded the last of his clothing, tossing it off to the side.
His now freed cock bounced around between her unyieldingly firm legs. Looking back at her face, her expression of love had turned to an expression of desire.
She leaned her head down back to his ear. “You will do everything I say.”
“I will do everything you say.”
Siren appeared to be on the verge of climaxing right there, despite him barely touching her. “You will serve me, love me, and die for me.”
His smile became wider and even more heavily plastered to his face. “I will serve you, love you, and die for you.”
Siren moaned and threw herself back onto the pillow stack. “Go on,” she gasped. “Inside.”
“Yes.” His face felt even more frozen now that he was completely enthralled.
Superman aligned his cock and slammed it into her, making both Siren and the mattress shudder. Her pillow stack collapsed under hs assault, spreading them out along the headboard. His smiling lips came to a stop against her shoulder, resting there as his head bent over to allow her easy access to his ear. He thrusted inside of her as he waited.
“You will serve me, and whoever I tell you to serve,” she whispered.
“I will,” he grunted, forcing out the words between thrusts, “serve you, and whoever you tell me to serve.”
“You will leave the Justice League,” Siren whispered again, her breath quickening as she pushed her hips up against his attacks.
“I will leave the Justice League,” he returned, his smile wider than he had ever thought he could make it. He felt wonderful.
“And you will join me in causing its destruction!” she nearly shouted.
“And I will join you in causing its destruction.” His voice wasn’t nearly as loud.
Nevertheless, the two of them came, Siren continuing to rock her hips as he found himself weak before her might. His sexual master, his conqueror. This was his rightful place: with her and no one else.
Finally, his high ended and he looked down at her. The desire was still there in her face, but her expression was more resemblant of domination than lust. His unmoving smile didn’t falter, leading him to suspect that his smile could be permanent.
“Thank you, my love,” Siren spoke in a clearer, less shaky voice. “You did well.”
Her approval brought him a sense of accomplishment greater than any of his triumphs earlier in life. “Yes.”
Siren gently moved him off of her, planting him on his feet on the floor. His cock stood straight out toward her, making her chuckle. She shifted her legs out off of the bed, standing up herself and facing away from him. She straightened her hair, letting it drop around her back.
“Get on your knees,” she ordered, voice cold.
Superman immediately dropped, his cock getting caught on the edge of the bed and pointing up at an angle. His cock protested the angle, but as it straightened itself back out, it pushed the entire bed to the side, wooden frame scraping the floor as it went.
Siren left the room, walking out with purpose. Superman watched her behind as she walked, admiring her supernatural physique. How had he gone his whole life without her?
She returned carrying a large green crystal in her hands, though she was still unclothed. He recognized the crystal as a shard of kryptonite.
“Hold this, will you?” She dropped the kryptonite onto the bed in front of him.
Feeling slightly nauseous but still not losing the smile, Superman reached out with both hands to take it. He held it in two open palms, showing her that he could indeed hold it for her. He would do anything for her.
“Good.” Siren reached out and snatched the crystal from his hands. “That was another test after the game. You did well. I have just one more test for you.”
“Yes,” Superman replied. His body eased as Siren took the kryptonite back out of the room.
When she returned, she was carrying a small spherical device in her left hand. It had a green button on top, but he didn’t see any obvious use for it. Was it a shell of some sort, designed to protect something inside? A bomb?
“This is your third test,” Siren explained. She reached out and slipped the sphere into his right hand. “Press this button and see my true form.”
“Yes.” He pressed the button.
Siren disappeared.
In her place stood a woman of equal proportions, but of different colors. Her skin lightened to an inhuman pallor, her hair crispened into a light auburn, and her eyes shifted from blue to black. She was a goddess, he remembered, even before he had seen her in her nudity. Her eyes reminded him of her liege, Darkseid, but he would know who she was anywhere.
It was Amazing Grace. His master.
She grabbed his cock, squeezing it lightly. “And you have passed your third test,” Sir- Amazing Grace reported. “You have done well, my love.”
His smile was still there.
“Perhaps my lord will reward me for bringing you back so soon,” she mused. “Maybe he’ll let me keep you to myself until he’s ready to attack.”
“Yes.” Superman was happy to serve.
“Come now, my love,” Amazing Grace invited, picking up to his feet by tugging on his cock. “Let’s go home.”
“Yes,” he said. He took her under her arms and lifted her, flying them both out of the apartment and up into the sky. Both of them naked, neither one caring.
They soon left Earth’s atmosphere, the goddess stroking Superman’s cock for encouragement as they made their way past the remains of the Watchtower and off to Apokolips.
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He watched with a quiet displeasure as Superman left the Earth with his arms wrapped around Amazing Grace. This was also not what he had wanted, but there was no turning back now. Another problem he’d have to deal with.
Some other time.