Togetherness At The Fortress of Solitude (Patreon)

Diana should’ve known it was too good to be true. Clark had gotten free of his obligations and she had freed up her own schedule for them to spend a whole weekend at the Fortress of Solitude. There’d be sword training and Clark showing her the memory crystals that recreated Krypton down to the smallest detail and there’d be sex. Lots and lots of sex.

Diana wasn’t a nymphomaniac, but Clark was doing his very best to turn her into one. He couldn’t keep his mind, or his hands, off of Diana. And she couldn’t care less. After one date, they got back to his apartment and fucked on the carpet, just on the other side of the front door. Their clothes were still on. And after that, he took her to the bedroom, phoned for dessert to be delivered to them, and fucked her seven more times over the course of the night.

It was heaven. Every time Clark fucked her, she came at least three times. It wasn’t just that Clark was so experienced at arousing her. It was how attentive he was to her body, receptive to all the signals she sent him about what she needed and where. And he knew when to ignore those signals, letting her simmer before making her explode with multiple orgasms.

By morning, Diana’s body was tender all over. An emergency came up, as it always did, but Clark told her to stay in bed while he took care of it. He’d be back before she woke. Then there’d been another crisis, and she’d gone to deal with it while he handled the first, and he had errands and she had duties, and they’d never gotten back to bed. Their night of pleasure was definitively over.

Diana had wanted a repeat of that experience—not a quickie, not a romantic interlude—ever since. She’d tried not to think of all the wild sex she was deprived of with each emergency, each team meeting, each training session. It wasn’t like sex, even mind-blowing sex, was all she cared about. But she didn’t not care about it either.

So here they finally were… all set for a cozy day and night and night and day in the Arctic Circle. Then Superman was called away. He assured her he’d be right back, it was just Supergirl, she needed help with something, and that Diana should stay there and get comfortable.

Stay there. Get comfortable. Right in the middle of her sparring with him, too, so she hadn’t gotten an end to the match or what came after the foreplay. She went to the bathroom—Clark had been insistent on showing her where it was before any emergencies cropped up to call him away—and took a cold shower. One thing the Fortress of Solitude had in abundance was cold.

She dried herself and wrapped her body up in a bathrobe, finally cooled down enough to resolve not to begrudge Clark his having responsibilities as heavy to shoulder as hers. Then she walked out of the bathroom and found him right outside the door.

“Kal!” she gasped, shocked.

He took her finely muscled shoulders in his hands. Diana glanced down and saw the huge bulge in his red trunks. His eyes fired with lust. Both were for her. She couldn’t help responding to him, even after the false start that had seemed to make a mockery of her affections.

“Diana, I’ve got to have you,” he muttered hoarsely.

“What—what about—“

“No more waiting,” Clark insisted. “I’ve needed it too much, I’ve wanted to give it to you so long. It’s time for you to get what you want.”

He pulled at her bathrobe. The belt unfurled. It fell open and Clark slid his hands inside. He cupped and squeezed her full breasts. His mouth kissed her neck like he was biting down on it.

“Ohhhh,” Diana moaned softly, in spite of the petty part of her that wanted to deny Clark as she’d been denied. “You’re… you’re sure you won’t… be needed…”

“I am needed. Right here.” He dropped his mouth to her chest. His big hands held both of her tits, offering up the large nipple of one to his hungry mouth.

Diana’s blood cooked in her veins. Her knees weakened. She shook, her head thrust back, cooing as Clark devoured her throbbing breast. Her pussy seethed with need so evident, it must be overwhelming a man as sensitive and empathic as Clark.

“Oh—no!” Diana cried out, twisting away from him and running at top speed for the bedroom. “You’re not getting me on the floor again, son of Krypton! You’ll have to get me on the bed!”

She tried to close the bedroom door in Clark’s face, but he was too fast for her. He forced it open before it could shut, shoving himself up to her half-naked body.

Diana gulped. She knew he had the strength to overpower her. She couldn’t wait for him to use it.

She watched Clark reach down and unzip himself. As his fly came down, her pulse raced wildly. Clark popped off his boots, then brought his pants and trunks down at the same time, setting his enormous prick entirely free.

It jumped up into the air, throbbing and twitching like a king cobra. Diana couldn’t take her eyes off it. She stared, only her eyes moving, following Clark’s erection as he came towards her. His rigid endowment proceeded him, bobbing with each step.

“Great Hera, Kal, I couldn’t believe how big you were the first time,” she crooned. “Now I see how blessed you really are—I want it in me… Gods, I want it!”

While she was spilling out the frayed edges of her nerves, letting go of how tattered her psyche had become with disappointment and yearning, Clark slipped her bathrobe off her shoulders. It pooled at her tapered ankles. He ran his hands all over her luscious body, making Diana whimper, need in every naked inch of her.

“Hera give me strength, I don’t care if I only have you for a moment, just fuck me!” she moaned. “Fuck me, Kal, fuck me here and now! I need it! Please, Kal, it has to be right now!”

As it turned out, they didn’t make it to the bed. Clark tackled her to the floor and before Diana could get any kind of footing, Clark had rolled her onto her belly and then hoisted her onto her hands and knees. He slid himself into her from behind, taking her like a dog mounting a bitch in heat—appropriate, for the strong urges that had run through both of them for far too long. Loving tenderness could come later. For now, Diana only wanted her hunger to be sated.

“Ungghhhh!” she groaned, feeling Clark push deep into her flowing cunt. “Oh fuck, yesss! That feels so good! Nnnnhh!”

Delirious with enjoyment, Diana rolled her ass back at his thrusting cock, feeling herself stuffed full of his long, girthy shaft. Clark ran his hands below her body to clutch her hanging breasts. He squeezed them with a tightness that was almost enough to overwhelm Diana by itself, let alone when coupled with the feeling of his prick pumping deep inside her.

“Owhhhggg!” Diana cried, seeing stars. Her brain burned, not knowing what to feel, the pressure at her chest or the deep-set penetration at her sex.

It hurt, her tight tiny slit having something so enormous buried in it, but the pain of being stretched was outweighed by the ferocious pleasure. The violent rutting he gave her had her climaxing within a minute.

Clark forced himself to hold back, driving her to another orgasm before he let himself release. It came as a shock to Diana, feeling her body erupt into ecstasy right on the heels of the still-fading glory she had just felt.

She came again when Clark spilled into her convulsive sex—panting hysterically, her body trembling with hot spasms of delight that had everything to do with the feel of Clark’s load shooting inside her.

“Ohh! Cccominneeeggggg!” she wailed. Diana clenched her teeth, trying to keep hands and knees under her, not falling to her stomach as Clark’s pistoning cock kept up her ecstasy all through his release. “Gghhiiieeee! Oh, Kal, YES!”

“MMMPHH!” Clark grunted, still more cum jetting from his virile erection, to Diana’s welcome delight.

Just as they were locked together in a mutual feeling of wild satiation, the cracked bedroom door fully opened. Diana and Clark could barely breathe, but they both instinctively turned their heads. Kalex floated in the doorway, its featureless chassis seeming particularly unperturbed at the moment.

“Great Scott!” Clark gasped.

“Oh shit,” Diana murmured.

“I feel the need to remind you,” Kalex began, “that in the absence of a shut door, the privacy subroutines in my programming are not engaged. I am existentially incapable of not fulfilling my day-to-day operations, when my primary privacy subroutine…

“What the fuck do you want, Kalex!?” Diana bellowed.

Her body still quivered with the aftershocks of her astonishing climax. Clark’s manhood was still lodged deep in her clinging sex. He panted heavily, slumped over Diana’s naked back.

“Apologies,” Kalex trilled, before rotating its eyeless, faceless ‘face’ to regard Clark. “Master Kal-El, there is a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Clark gasped. He was awash in sweat and with a weak hand he wiped some off of his forehead. “Here?”

“Yes, master. Apparently, she has teleported in—“

“In the Fortress?”

“Clark,” Diana groaned. She hadn’t been amused by this in the first place and it was growing less amusing by the moment. Clark had let her have the spectacular orgasm she’d been craving, finally, and after one taste—or two, or three—she was once more bereft.

Starving.

“Just a second,” Clark assured her, patting her tightly muscled back. “Kalex?”

“Not in the Fortress, sir. She hasn’t been authorized to pass through my security systems.”

“So she’s outside?” Clark demanded, voice rising.

“Yes. That is what happens when one is not authorized to pass through my security systems.”

“Is she dressed for the weather? Is she metahuman enough to survive out there?”

“My records indicate ‘she’ is Earth criminal designate ‘Harley Quinn,’ with no augmentations beyond human-standard besides copious amounts of hair…”

“We’ve gotta help her,” Clark said, getting to his feet—and out of Diana’s womanhood.

She winced as he came out of her. Being interrupted was bad, but it still wasn’t as bad as having Clark’s wonderful member leave her pussy.

Diana sighed. “Aren’t we sworn not to interfere too heavily in humanity’s development? If this particular human wants to freeze to death this bad…”

“Diana,” Clark said, his voice already losing its lustful huskiness. Now, instead, gently and paternally chiding.

Diana gritted her teeth, still feeling the shockwaves from how her whole body had exploded with that last climax. What she wouldn’t do for one more, just one more. “Alright. Fine. But you stay here. I’ll get her.”

“Are you sure?” Clark asked.

Oh, she was sure. Sure she didn’t want him getting sucked into another adventure or crisis or just plain foolishness. She would take care of Harley. And whatever Harley’s problem was, it had better be much more important than Clark’s dick inside of her.