POLL FIC: Superman's True Strength (DC)

Fandom: DC

Summary: Superman is ready to enjoy a true leadership role in the Justice League, starting with Wonder Woman. (Superman/Wonder Woman)

Content Warnings/Themes: Dom/sub, public sex, blowjobs, facials, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, breeding, anal sex

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The Hall of Justice went completely silent, and most of the female members Superman had gathered stared at him in shock. The others shared disbelieving looks with each other and muttered among themselves, trying to figure out if they'd actually heard him say what they thought. Clark waited patiently for them to get over their surprise. It wasn't unexpected that they would stare like this because what he'd just said was completely out of character for the Superman they knew. But he'd spoken quite clearly, and eventually, the truth was going to settle in. It wouldn't just be his truth, either. By the end of this meeting, all of them were going to know that this was how it should have been all along.

“Sorry, Superman, but could you repeat that?” Wonder Woman said, finally breaking the silence and addressing him. As she was the woman he’d addressed, not to mention the second-most powerful member of the Justice League behind himself and an unofficial leader of the other women on the team, it was expected that she would be the one to finally question it.

“I’d be happy to,” he said calmly, glad that they could continue. “I said I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock, Wonder Woman.”

She blinked and stared at him with a blank expression, her brain still probably struggling to process that she'd heard him correctly. But he'd said it for the second time now, and his voice had been perfectly clear each time. Finally, she frowned, and her cheeks reddened. Her brain could not write this off as she was mishearing him any longer.

“You cannot be serious,” she said, shaking her head and staring at him. “You’ve never really had much of a sense of humor, but if this is you trying to make us laugh, you really need to—”

“I assure you I’m not trying to be funny,” he said, interrupting her before she could continue trying to explain away the simple reality of what he’d said. “I’m the face of the Justice League as well as the strongest hero of all, and it’s time I started enjoying the benefits.”

“He actually means it,” Black Canary said in amazement. “Have you lost your mind, Superman? Did Lex Luthor use some kryptonite to weaken you and bend you to his will or something?”

“I am under no one’s influence,” Superman said. “I’ve simply realized that this is the way things are supposed to be.” He looked directly at Wonder Woman. “It was always supposed to be this way. You should have been mine from the beginning, but I didn’t understand it at the time.” Wonder Woman looked around at the others before stepping close to him.

“Is this because Lois left you, Clark?” she whispered. “I’m sure that you’re feeling lonely, but this isn’t the way to deal with that.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t you. You have to snap out of it.”

“You’re wrong,” he said, shaking his head. “This is me. It’s who I was always meant to be. It just took Lois leaving for me to see the truth. And now it’s up to me to show you the truth.” He looked past Wonder Woman and at the members of the Justice League who had assembled at his call today. None of the men had been summoned. It was just the female members of the Justice League who Superman had brought here. “That’s why all of you are here. I want all of you girls to witness me taking my proper place on top of the Justice League, and Diana taking her proper place on her knees before me.”

“Clark, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you can’t expect me to go along with any of this!” Diana’s face was red now, and she was breathing heavily. Some might interpret it as anger or indignation, but Clark knew better. She was trying to hide the way that the image of getting on her knees for him made her feel. Her mind and her pride didn’t want to acknowledge it, but her body knew that he was right. “You can’t try to use your position as leader to coerce me into doing something like this!”

“This isn’t coercion,” he said. “I don’t need to order you to do anything as the leader of the Justice League. You’re going to become mine of your own will, because it’s what you want. Your body already knows it. It’s just taking some time for the rest of you to catch up.”

“I don’t!” Diana insisted, shaking her head. “I would never do something so obscene in front of so many of my friends and teammates! And even if I was that kind of girl, you know I’m already in a relationship. I’m no cheater!”

“He doesn’t matter,” Superman said dismissively. “No one outside of this Hall matters. I matter. And your true desires matter. I think you’ll find that you are that kind of girl, once you look beyond who you think you’re supposed to be and see the truth that lies beneath, like I did.”

“You seriously think that I have some hidden desire to—to cheat with you? To let you defile me in front of everyone like this?” Her voice was getting higher, but Clark knew that it wasn’t because she was getting angry. She was panicking, and the source of that panic was the arousal that she was trying to deny. Her body was already feeling the truth behind what he said.

“I know you do. And I’ll prove it.” Before she could even blink, he used his speed to snatch her Lasso of Truth and tie her up with it. Fear was in her eyes, and he saw some of the other women twitch as if they were going to intervene, but he gave them a calm look.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m not going to use the lasso to make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. I’m going to use it to get her to tell the truth.” Diana looked even more afraid now than she did when she thought he was going to tie her up to take advantage of her. She had to know what she was feeling by now, and the lasso wasn’t going to let her get away with lying about it.

“Maybe I’m wrong,” he said, knowing he wasn’t. “If you can deny that you want to get down on your knees, suck my cock in front of everyone and become mine, I’ll take the lasso off of you, and you and everyone else can leave.” She shook her head, and her eyes were wide as she stared at him. She knew what her answer was going to be as surely as he did. There wasn’t going to be any running from this now.

“What will it be, Wonder Woman?” Superman said. “Are you going to reject me, go home and remain faithful to your partner? Or are you going to get down on your knees for me and have everyone watch as I claim you? It will be your choice. But you’re going to tell the truth about what it is you really want.”

--

The other female members of the Justice League sat around awkwardly, watching as Diana, the strongest among them all, bobbed her head on Superman’s cock, slurping loudly enough to ring out. The lasso was on the floor, and there were no other means holding her in place. He wasn’t even grabbing her head to push it down deeper on his cock. She’d gone down on her knees willingly for him, and it was purely her own momentum taking him deeper in her mouth.

Admitting what she really wanted was just the push she needed to go where she belonged. As soon as the lasso got the truth out of her, Wonder Woman became far more willing to accept her body's desires and ignore the social conventions that had been holding her back from admitting what she felt. Sucking his cock while her teammates watched would have been far too obscene for her to consider before, and she would have been disgusted with herself for cheating on the man she loved. But as soon as the truth of her body’s desires passed her lips with a little help from her Lasso of Truth, taking her rightful place on her knees in front of him became the most important thing in her world.

Even with the lasso no longer tied around her, her need remained the same. She didn’t need any encouragement now to put her all into sucking his cock. Diana threw herself into blowing him like only she could, launching her head back and forth and swallowing his length with such force that it probably would have been too much for a lesser man. But Clark stood perfectly still as Wonder Woman devoured his cock with greedy, reckless head bobs. This was a prime example of why she was meant to kneel at his feet and service his cock.

There were few women on his planet or any other who could have taken Superman’s massive cock down their throat like she was doing, and the number of men who would be able to take a cocksucking like this without falling apart in seconds wasn’t much larger. They were made for each other, though not in the loving, romantic way that was the tradition on Earth. Their connection was much more powerful than love. They were bound by strength and lust. No Earth concepts like propriety and faithfulness could stand in the way of this.

He did put his hands on top of her head after quite some time had passed, but he didn't grab her head and hold her down on his cock. He merely rested his hands on top of her head and enjoyed the feeling of Wonder Woman servicing his cock. She should have been doing this for years now, but he wasn't going to despair over wasted time. It had taken time for him to see the truth and accept that he was more than human and that he was meant to take the lead over the beautiful women of the Justice League. He'd needed that time and the ultimately failed attempt to be a normal person with a normal romantic relationship to understand what and who he was truly meant to be.

While Wonder Woman threw her all into deepthroating his cock, Superman looked around at the women who were watching. It was important for them to see this happening in front of them. He knew the respect that all of the other girls held for Wonder Woman, and watching her accept her true place on her knees for him would leave an indelible mark on all of them. By the end of this, they were going to realize that they wanted this just as much as Wonder Woman did.

He would get around to taking them later, but for now, it was Wonder Woman who received his attention. There was no one better to start with than her, and every loud slurp and gulp as she throated his cock proved it. She was going so hard that spit and drool were spilling out of her mouth and running down her face, but Wonder Woman did not care about the mess she was making. He doubted she was even aware of the spit flying around and staining her famous costume because it appeared to him that swallowing his cock consumed her every thought.

That was exactly as it should have been. As strong as Wonder Woman was and as potent a team as the Justice League made, this was what had been missing all along. It had taken them both time to realize it, but with how hard she worked to suck his cock, it was clear that she knew she'd found her place. She put her all into pleasuring him, using her hands to assist her frantic head bobs. She tried squeezing his balls and playing with the base of his cock, but her pace was so fast that her hands got in the way more than anything else. Ultimately, she moved her hands to his ass and used them to manage even harder head bobs. Another woman probably would have hurt her neck if she tried fucking her own face this hard, not to mention the pain of trying to stuff such a thick dick down her throat at this speed. But Wonder Woman was up to the task, and the muttering he could hear from the women watching told him that they were in awe of her performance and her commitment to pleasuring him.

While Superman could have resisted the desire to cum if he’d wanted to, that would have defeated the purpose. He was going to finish breaking in the rest of her holes soon enough, and she’d already demonstrated that her mouth was his. All that was left was his orgasm.

Cumming in her mouth and having her greedily slurp it all down would have been one fitting way to end his first time having her on her knees for him, but he wanted to end in a way that would be more readily visible to all of the women watching. That was why he pulled his cock out of her mouth and fired his cum all over her face instead. He coated Diana’s face with a torrent of cum, painting her white from her forehead down to her chin. She groaned and stuck her tongue out to collect whatever drops she could to swallow, but the bulk of it stuck to her face beyond the reach of her mouth.

“What the fuck?” Black Canary said, her voice shaking. “How did one man shoot that much cum?”

“No kidding,” Hawkgirl said faintly. “She looks like she just got done having a dozen guys cum on her.”

Superman allowed himself a smile as he finished cumming and wiped his cock off in Diana’s hair. That was exactly why he’d chosen to cum on her face rather than having her swallow it. He was no ordinary man, and he was going to demonstrate to every woman in the Justice League that his capabilities far exceeded anything they’d experienced or even conceived of.

He was finally becoming the man he was meant to be. But the rest of the Justice League women were going to have to wait before receiving his attention because he wasn’t even close to finished with using and claiming Wonder Woman yet.

--

“Fuck!” Diana shouted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It was far from eloquent coming from her, but Superman was happy to hear nothing but obscenities spewing from her mouth, aside from the moans, grunts, and whines that came in between those obscenities. Reducing a strong woman like her to this was a testament to his strength and how hard he was fucking her.

Diana was bent over the couch and holding onto the back of it for dear life while he fucked her from behind. He wasn't even going all-out on her or coming particularly close to that. If he put as much strength as he could into his thrusts, not even Wonder Woman would be able to take them for long without her body giving out on her. Though part of him was tempted to show her just how hard he could fuck, he wanted to enjoy finally taking her for as long as he reasonably could. Diana's pussy was the tightest he'd ever been inside, and fucking her brought him more pleasure than any fuck in his life.

It wasn’t a surprise how good fucking Wonder Woman felt to him. He’d always had to hold so much of himself back and try to be so gentle with his partner, both because their bodies couldn’t take any more and because he thought being romantic and loving was what he was supposed to do.

Now he knew how wrong he'd been. He'd already been convinced that he'd seen the light, but the pleasure that came with bending Diana over and railing her from behind was all the proof he could have asked for. He couldn't fuck her as hard as possible, sure, unless he wanted her to be out on the floor within a couple of minutes. But she could still take a much harder pounding than Lois would have been able to if he'd had the courage to try to fuck her properly back when they were together. He thrust into her with enough force that the sound of his hips smacking against her firm ass could easily be heard even over the sounds of her moans and screams. His pace was demanding enough to make her body rock back and forth, and her hands held onto the back of the couch out of necessity.

This was what sex was meant to feel like. All this time, he'd been trying to fit into a role that had never been meant for him. Love and romance were for ordinary men. For a man like him, taking the strongest, sexiest woman he could find, bending her over, and fucking her brains out was the only way he could truly be satisfied. He held onto her hips and drilled her with deep thrusts, knowing that he'd chosen wisely.

Her body looked as good as it felt while he fucked her, but more than once while fucking her, he found his eyes looking away from her in favor of observing their audience instead. They hadn't known what to make of it when Diana first got down on her knees to blow him, but the longer this went on, the more obviously affected they became by what they were watching. He could see Black Canary rubbing her thighs together and trying to be covert about it, but his X-ray vision allowed him to look beneath her pants and see the arousal she was attempting to mask. She had a great body as well, but he would have to wait for another time before he took her as he was taking Wonder Woman.

He heard a groan from the crowd right after he pulled his right hand off of Diana’s hip, yanked her tight little blue and white shorts between her buttcrack, and gave her ass a smack hard enough to make it jiggle. Curious, he looked over again, and his attention was drawn by Zatanna, who was the woman most visibly reacting after the spank. Some more X-ray vision revealed that her nipples were erect beneath that shirt and jacket, and she, too, was getting wet. He looked forward to getting into those cute black panties she was wearing, but again, she would have to wait.

Today was all about Wonder Woman, and his focus returned to pounding her pussy when he heard her squealing and felt her pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts as best she could. She was clearly getting close to an orgasm, and he again gave her his undivided attention. He also gave her harder thrusts than he’d dared before. At once, his body started slamming into hers so hard that she physically got fucked up higher onto the couch. She squealed into the cushion, and her fingernails scrambled to dig into the material so she would have something to hold onto. She wouldn’t be able to stand on her own power after a couple of minutes of this, but she was close enough to cumming that it made little difference.

Clark heard the whispered words of their awed audience, but he tuned it all out and thought only of keeping this pounding coming until Diana had hit the powerful peak she was nearing. His hands held onto her hips and ass, keeping her up and preventing her from tumbling over the couch as his thrusts pushed her body to its limit. Momentum might have sent her straight over if he hadn’t held on, but Clark wasn’t letting go of her until he had finished.

After just a couple of minutes of getting her pussy pounded at this harder pace, Diana screamed into the couch and came on his cock. The couch did little to muffle her scream, and given how loud she was and how hard she came, Clark knew that he’d already ruined her for all other men. She was never going to want any cock but his after this, which was exactly how it should have been. That didn’t mean he was going to pull out of her, though.

“I’m going to breed you now,” he said, giving her firm butt another slap. Diana only squealed again, showing no objection to the idea of being bred.

It only took him a few more thrusts before he was ready to burst, and he sought to make good on his promise at once. He kept a firm grip on her hips, buried his cock all the way inside of her cunt, and flooded her womb with his cum. She continued to shake and squeal into the couch as he filled her, and if there was any question as to whether she wanted him to cum in her or not, the mini-orgasm that kicked in just after the first had ended settled that. She might be in a committed relationship with another man, but Superman was the only one who had the right to fuck and seed her body now. Again, this was as it should have been. An ordinary man would have given her a child that could never measure up. However, the children of Superman and Wonder Woman would achieve tremendous things.

“Damn,” Hawkgirl whispered. “He might actually be breeding her right now. For real, I mean.”

“Yes, I think there’s a good chance of that,” Zatanna mumbled. “Look at how much he’s cumming in her. It’d be a miracle if she wasn’t pregnant after all that.”

Superman looked over at her again, and he didn’t even need his X-ray vision to see how aroused she was now. She’d taken her jacket off, and she was trying to rub her pussy against her hand without anyone realizing it.

Clark did realize it, and he also realized that she probably would have raced to slide her panties down and be bred as soon as he pulled out of Diana. But he still wasn’t done playing with Wonder Woman. After finally claiming his true place as the head of the Justice League, he wouldn’t be finished with her until he’d claimed every single one of her holes.

--

Wonder Woman was still trying to moan, but she’d screamed herself so hoarse during her massive climax while he’d been bending her over the couch and fucking her that she simply couldn’t. All he heard from her at this point was little strained gasps, and even those were only audible at certain points in between the action.

She didn’t have her voice, and she didn’t have much strength left either. But she didn’t need either. He didn’t need to hear anything from her to know how his deep thrusts affected her, and she didn’t need to move or even stay on her own two feet. In fact, the only thing she had to do was hold onto those feet and keep them out of his way. Really, it wouldn’t have been any obstacle for him if she failed to hold onto them as he asked. Her stretching her arms down and holding onto her boots while he held her up in the air and fucked her ass was more just about flaunting her submission to him. As powerful as Wonder Woman was, she was all too happy to do whatever he said now.

For another man, holding a full-grown woman, and not exactly a small one at that, up in the air while he fucked her would have been a physical strain. But for Superman, holding her by the shoulders and keeping her in place while he fucked her previously virgin ass wasn’t difficult enough to cause him any strain. He could have picked her up and physically bounced her up and down on his cock if that was his desire, but he chose instead to hold her more or less still, aside from the bucking of her body caused by the impact of his thrusts.

Any more than this probably would have been excessive, given that this was her first time having anal sex. It was very satisfying to him, knowing that he was the first dick she'd ever taken in her ass. He'd already claimed her mouth and her pussy in ways no one else ever had or ever could, but he liked the idea that she'd never had anal sex, period. Not even the man she supposedly loved and was committed to had ever earned the honor of sticking his dick in her ass, nor would he ever get to do so. This was a privilege exclusively for Superman.

“How is she taking all of that?” Black Canary asked in hushed tones. “He’s huge! It has to hurt like hell!”

"She's decided that it's worth it," Zatanna said. Clark glanced over at her briefly, and the way her shoulder rhythmically shook let him know what she was up to without the need for his X-ray vision. He used it anyway, though, and admired the sight of her fingers pumping back and forth in her cunt frantically. All of the girls were turned on, but she was the only one so horny that she couldn't help masturbating while watching him pop Wonder Woman's anal cherry.

It was likely that every one of these women would have their turn in this position, but tonight was reserved only for Wonder Woman. She didn't have much left; her energy was clearly spent, and he was sure she would be out of it for quite some time after he finished with her. But it was a testament to her that she'd lasted as long as she had. Only an extraordinary woman could have taken him in all three holes, one after the other, without passing out or having her body betray her.

Superman had wasted time trying to make love and romance work when this was what he'd truly needed all along. He was made to lead and to dominate. He was made to hold Wonder Woman in the air and fuck her ass like it belonged to him, and so he did. Superman gave his exhausted new pet a series of steady thrusts, teaching her virgin ass how to take his huge cock and preparing it for all the anal sex in their future. He kept going until, at last, he was ready to cum once again.

Cumming in her ass would have been a fine option, but he decided he would rather celebrate their respective realizations about how things were meant to be in the Justice League in a more blatant and visible fashion. That was why he pulled her off of his cock just before he was about to cum, put her down on her back, and started cumming all over her body.

Unlike at the end of her blowjob, he didn't aim specifically at her face. His goal this time was to cover as much of her body as he could and stain her from head to toe with his cum. Throughout the fuck, he'd purposefully left her costume on, pulling aside only as much as he had to in order to fuck her, slap her ass, or get in a grope of her tits. As sexy a body as she had, he would wait until the next time they fucked to get her naked. This first time, he wanted her signature costume to remain on her body. He was fucking all of Wonder Woman’s holes and claiming her in ways that no other man could, and he wanted her to wear that familiar outfit while he did it.

That familiar red, white, and blue costume was stained with white by the time he was finished cumming all over her. He left her face alone, having gotten more than enough cum on it earlier, but her breasts, belly, and legs all got plenty of attention. Superman looked down at her after he was done, observing the work he’d put in. He liked what he saw there. Wonder Woman was a strong, gorgeous woman, a hero who he trusted to have beside him in a battle against the most dangerous opponents above anyone else he could think of. And she was also his submissive pet who'd recognized her place, let him fuck all of her holes, and was now covered in his cum.

“You loved this, didn’t you?” he asked. He didn’t bother picking up the lasso this time. He knew he wouldn’t need it to get the truth out of her anymore.

“Yes," she whispered faintly. Her eyes were closed, her voice was weak, and she looked like an absolute mess, but there was a tired smile on her face all the same. "I loved it Thank you."

Wonder Woman was his now, and she wouldn’t be the last. Superman was finally ready to take charge and lead the Justice League, with all the benefits that now entailed.