The Coming Doomsday

Lady Dragon sheathed her sword. It was done. Superboy was no more. The incursion by the Suicide Squad had been repelled. As if the Silicon Dragons weren’t formidable enough, the tip-off from an informant within Task Force X had made things… academic.

Fortunately, Lady had been able to salvage some intrigue from the matter. Superboy, who’d interfered in her operations before, she had singled out for personal combat. It was a long, hard-fought battle, but in the end, his hybrid prowess couldn’t compare to her cybernetically enhanced strength and skill.

Quite apart from the hard-wired nerves and strategically upgraded muscle, the right side of her face was largely metal, her eye a jewel-like green camera. It, and the underlying flesh, had needed to be replaced to properly house the brain implant that connected her to this underwater facility. Giving her full control of every last wire of it… as the Suicide Squad had learned to their dismay.

But she hadn’t needed that power to deal with Superboy. One swipe of her blade, at the proper time, with the proper skill, and he’d been cut off at the waist. His upper body spilling to the ground while his legs remained standing, for the moment, before they too…

Something growled. Launched out of her thoughts, Lady first considered her sword. It still needed to be cleaned and she almost started on that task before realizing her routine needed to be interrupted. She looked around.

It was Kon.

He was naked from the waist down, his costume still cut off where his belts had separated the blue top from the red bottoms… but the flesh she’d amputated was back. Spotless. There was still blood soaked into the tattered shreds of his costume’s waistline and in the damaged vest that had once been his trademark jacket, but his legs were pristine.

As if he’d somehow been able to get a new pair to replace that which Lady had cut away.

Like a drunken man, Kon groaned and rubbed sleepily at his crotch. Lady tried to look away… for all her criminal activities, she still placed a high value on her spotless reputation and how she conducted herself… but she could not defy the curiosity that Kon’s resurrection had awakened.

She saw a huge cock swelling to stiffness; equally bloated balls churned up and down as he rubbed himself.

Kon growled again, as if he didn’t know what to do with all he was feeling, and his muscles tensed. His half-closed eyes fluttered. He spotted Lady. A pleased purr settled into his throat. He ran his eyes slowly up and down her body. Without any further stroking, his prick grew harder, more immense.

Lady Dragon could not comprehend how any clone of Superman could be so… sleazy. What she did not know… could not know… was that Kon was more than just a clone of Superman. His creator, Dr. Westfield, had spliced in genetic strands from the monstrous Doomsday to stabilize the DNA matrix… and create an end-result that would not only be on par with Superman, but vastly superior.

Lady had succeeded in killing Kon, but his hybrid DNA would not let him rest. As always when confronted with deathly circumstances, his Doomsday heritage had regrown, healed, adapted. Kon was now slightly more bestial than he’d once been—his nails and teeth sharper, his skin thicker and grayer, his hair a little lighter.

If he were wholly Doomsday, Lady would’ve been dead already. But his Kryptonian side had its say. Doomsday was pure, single-minded rage, but the Kryptonian in him had other drives. Mating, for one. His instincts could think of nothing better to do with Lady Dragon in the vicinity.

There were also sorts of rituals Kon might’ve resorted to if his higher functions were in order, but his Doomsday genes were weighting in as well. His hand went down to his groin and stroked his manhood. Pumping its length slowly.

Despite her embarrassment, Lady felt a jolt of desire for him. He was a good-looking man. His cock looked… formidable. She had already proved she was the superior fighter, so there was no need to kill him again. Perhaps…

Ashamed by her curiosity, Lady looked away. She had her honor. She was a leader of the Silicon Dragons, a repository for the respect earned by her underlings’ service. She could not act like some wanton animal.

But she did not get a say in how Kon would act.

“Look at it,” he rasped, with the vestiges of thought left in a brain still recovering from being starved of oxygen. “Know you want to… smell you wanting to…

Lady spun to face him, hand covering her open mouth. He had noticed her. He was focused on her. Her face flushed as she felt his eyes totally devouring her.

Kon kept stroking his prick, rolling his hips with slow charges of eroticism that took Lady’s breath away and rendered her speechless. His knob glistened like purple velvet while it was worked in and out of his fist. Lady backed away, bumping into furniture until she managed the thought to turn and see if she could dash to safety.

The door was far away, but if she could get to it, she could close it behind her. Lady looked back. Kon stood there, his erection standing out like a horn about to gore her. It pulsed with aroused need. He walked toward her, endowment leading the way like a charging lance.

“Stay away from me,” Lady said, back against the wall. Inching towards the corner that would give her a straight shot to the door. “Don’t you know who I am?”

“Pretty,” Kon said, his haltering words seemingly all he was capable of. “Mine.”

Lady felt space open up behind her as she crabbed her way down the wall. She chanced a look back. It was an alcove—the wall fell away, but there was a power unit nestled in the space, coming up to her waist.

It was a few feet wide. After that, the wall resumed. She was still meters away from the corner.

Kon grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back, bending her over the power unit. Her thighs opened as he jammed his body between her legs. Kon stared at her fear-stiffened nipples pressing through her kimono. He licked his lips.

Lady struggled to get free, but his fingers were like steel. “Let me go! I’ll kill you! I’ll burn you to a cinder!”

“Meat,” Kon said, leaning over and running his face over her breasts. Letting go of her hands, he forced her kimono open.

Lady’s cries of protest were muffled by her shock as the green material ripped, leaving her uncovered, undignified with nothing to hide her from Kon’s ravenous eyes.

“How dare you!” she cried, covering her breasts with her hands.

Kon swept them off her tits and stared. He shoved her back again and sucked a firm nipple into his mouth. Lady felt his tongue flicking across the tiny bud, forcing it to a painful level of attention. Desire surged in her with such energy she almost thought she could hear a low hum of electricity.

Kon paid no attention to her mewling pleas—whether she wanted him to keep going or to stop, it was impossible to tell. His eyes kept devouring her nakedness. He licked and mouthed her breasts as though they were giant scoops of ice cream.

Lady twisted her shoulders to get away, but she only made her breasts swing against his face, further impassioning him. He bit into their tawny flesh and sucked on the tender skin between his teeth. His hips pushed into her groin, forcing the crotch of her costume ajar until she found his cockhead throbbing at the entrance to her sex.

Frantically, Lady tried to struggle out of his clutches, but he wanted her far too much to allow her to put a stop to his pleasure.

“Goes in,” Kon said, and pitched his hips forward, driving his desperate knob into her cunt lips.

The sudden shock of pleasure and pain gave Lady all the energy she would ever have. She knew that if she didn’t escape him now, she never would. She’d be his plaything—her honor forever stained by servicing his rampant lust.

She fought, kicking and chopping, but she might as well have been trying to reduce a marble pillar to rubble with her bare hands. The harder she attacked, the further he worked his prick inside of her.

Lady felt herself stretching, pulsing as her body was forced to take his massive endowment. Finally she went for his eyes, figuring she could at least mark him in the same way that he was wrecking her body—forever ruining her once pristine cunt.

Kon grabbed her wrists and twisted them both behind her. With one hand, he used his tactile telekinesis to hold them to the metal under her, as tightly as if they were encased in cement. With his other hand, he petted her face. Then he wrapped his bony fingers around her throat.

“Don’t fight,” he said. “Like you warm. Like you making noises—wrapped around my cock.”

Lady felt a mix of fear and passion tingling through her body. She couldn’t refuse him. He’d kill her as easily as he’d fuck her. It was all meaningless to him. She imagined him venting his rage on her body, reducing her to bloody scraps, then going to find another female to violate.

It was all so arousing… the maleness of him… the casual intimacy of his violence… he would rise high in the ranks of the Silicon Dragons if only he weren’t such a hero.

But he wasn’t a hero now. He was an animal. Sheer power.

Lady ducked her head and submitted, flush with shame. He started grinding his cock deeper into her… pushing her down onto the power unit until she was lying across it, her head bumping against the far reaches of the alcove, her ass hanging off the unit’s edge. Spreading her thighs wider, he hilted himself in her, pulling her to him until she felt even his pubic hair against her sensitive skin.

“Warm… make noise…” he repeated, hunching in and out, pushing and pulling at her insides with his unending lust.

“I won’t… won’t just moan for you… like some hired whore!” Lady gasped, but she was unable to deny the arousal that swelled in her with each rut he gave her.

Each time he pulled his massive cock out of her, its withdrawal sucked at her like a hungry mouth. Hot juices spilled down the curve of her ass and trickled between her buttocks. Her own arousal grew like a spreading fire, her body refusing her own furious commands to control its reactiveness. It responded to Kon all on its own, enjoying what her mind so fervently rejected.

Her cunt was a living thing, ignoring her to suck and hold to Kon’s manhood, taking it as eagerly as it pumped into her. Kon’s groping hands dug into her buttocks—the pads of his long, masculine fingers stroked the cleft between, swiping over her anus, then pressing as it.

Lady shuddered as his middle finger drilled into her asshole, taking that dignity away from her too, making that body part betray her as well. The stiff digit forced its way deep into her rectum. It stroked and twisted, stimulating her the same way he churned passionately into her sex.

“Oh, oh! It’s so niccceeeee!” Lady heard herself purr. She wrapped her legs around Kon and pulled them together, charging onto every drive of his cock.

He might force her to service him, but she would make him pleasure her too. She felt his member skewer into her, faster and faster, rubbing against her clit until she was more aroused than she ever had been.

“Don’t stop now! Yes, fuck me, YES!”

They slammed into each other’s bodies like fighting animals, grunting and snarling vindictively. Finally, Lady felt his cum exploding into her, filling her cunt with liquid heat. Each copious spill flooded her, oozed back out around his pumping shaft. Then more spurted into her, fresh and hot, as fast as his thrusts forced it out of her.

Lady’s own orgasm went on and on, exploding through her like one of the island’s volcanoes—a never-ending supply of blistering lava inundating her flesh. Every nerve in her body screamed with sensuous release. She pounded her heels against his ass and, realizing her hands were free, clawed at his back.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh please keep fucking me! Oh, it’s so fucking BIG!”