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Superman: The Man of Steal
I am being blackmailed into a diamond heist of a lifetime I am unfortunately about to learn the truth in the most impossible way, and it all starts when the glass case shatters.
My nerves are through the roof.
In great momentum, picking up the diamond as it cracks in my hand and the alarm for the case goes off, erupting onto
the streets.
The shards are left crumpling onto my hands they absorb into my skin they begin to glow. As Superman floats down into the venue, arms crossed, I can only panic.
He sped to the floor, facing me head-on, his eyes peering into my soul with such power, but he grabs my shirt collar, lifting me up in the air, and I cup his
chin.
I can’t comprehend why my mind's eyes flash as I lean into him closer, mashing my lips onto his, but instead of pushing me back , he stares at me, and then he
pushes me closer to him.
His arms wrapping onto my waist, holding him with such a intensity then allowing himself to go, and he kisses me, holding
my neck as we are making out with this fire.
The expression of anger all over his face finally begins to spreading darkness in
They and he succumb to it all feeding the evil within him like. He can never feel again.
Superman wrapping his waist even harder, kissing me back with hush, fierce energy in him. As we float up into the sky, this evil smirk shines with these bright white teeth.
He is too perfect. I want to hit him so hard with one punch as much as I want to fuck him, dig deep, so raw, erasing every ass choice that he made in life and
He sees the truth: good is evil and evil is good.
“What have you done to me? What will become of me?” he genuinely asks me.
“You are my super slave, my property, my fucking weapon, pure dark, sleazy energy," I say.
“What do I call you?” He asked for his life tilted sideways.
“You shall call me Master.” I say his eyes glow.
“Yes, Master," he obediently replies to me.
“You will transport me to the Fortress of Solitude," I command him.
"Yes, Master! I obey; his action is swift and decisive.
“Good boi," I say, rubbing his back as he loves the feeling.
"Oooohhhh…fuck," he replies, his mind jumbling.
“You are my God, my world, and my everything.” He whispers calmly to me.
“We have arrived at our destination.” Clark says, calmly lifting me off of him.
“Please enter and follow me.” The words are sweet.
“How is this experience for you?” The question of curiosity.
“Satisfaction! It is pure sweet surrender." He says smiling.
“Sit on the crystal in the chair and inform your intelligence system," my words echo.
“Of course, Master." His mind is hit to its core.
“Accept Master Lawrence; he is the new command.” He says, as a matter of fact.
"Yes, Master! I am here to obey all you ask.” The computer is internalizing it all.
“You had a choice today, and you made the worst and best of your life.” I swear, moving at a glacier pace, placing both of my hands on him.
Without any other words, I take in the beauty lying beneath a marvelous specimen, indeed, but so much more, and I will enjoy every flavor, carving him into prime meat.
The length of my hands rubs through his hair. A smile crosses his face, growing wider and bigger with every pass; the love is becoming pure bliss, all he can think of.
My fingers grace the side of his head, pulling his ears as he giggles bubbles, holding his face, feeling his side all the way to the bridge of his nose and cupping his chin.
“I compel you to be my living soldier and help me become a god." my words calling to you in a short, sweet sound, cupping his chin and forcing him up toward me.
Pressing my lips on his, he hitches a breath, eyes wider, mouth in a giant squeal sound, chest hard, and his cock springing to action in two small movements; he is the sole thought getting harder and even harder.
"Please, Master…please fuck me… I beg you.” Superman, aka Clark Kent manages to say as he reaches for my belt, yanks it off, and then my zipper as my pants fall to the ground, and he laughs a bit.
“Fresh!” I say removing all of the bottom of his uniform, his underpants slip down. I finally slipping into his ass, I will be calling pussy from henceforth, this moment, and I shove my first thrust.
“Ooohhh…aaaahhh, please, my master, I can sense it tap into my mind, of fuck my God fffuuuccckkk, that bitch Clark is attempting to fight, and he is losing for life.” I release my cock; he levels up while I slip out of him.
“I love you, Master! What’s our first duty? Robbing a bank?” He asks, bursting into an evil baffle of laughter.
Man of Steel! I say, pointing at the rephrasing of his title.” Clark is embracing it.
“I love these buns of steel." I say he giggles, holding his stomach tight and rolling onto me.
“Buns of steel? I love you so much. Fuck Lois, Jimmy, The Daily Planet, Ma, and Pa. Wait? Who are they anyway?” "He asks, shrugging his shoulders."
More to come soon.