All Cats Are Gray In The Dark

Clark should not’ve thought his killer was so hot.

Doomsdame—as the media had managed to dub her in the brief span of time since her rampage had begun that morning—was eight feet tall and weighted enough to be heavy-set despite that. Not that she was fat. Her skin was gray, a shade of twilight stretched over tautly muscled flesh: her thighs bulged, as did her thick biceps, matching the sheer abundance of her breasts and hips. It made for a striking contrast between musculature and femininity, making Clark think of Barda Free, though even she was understated next to this bulky, statuesque Amazon of a creature. 

Her wild hair was a stark white, the same color as the bones that jutted from her skin. As horrifying as that sounded, their placement had a pleasing symmetry, reminding Clark of the jeweled accoutrements that so many women wore. Indeed, they were most obvious at her knees, elbows, hands, and face, appearing like defensive armor or punkish piercings on her otherwise naked body. From the pink slit at her groin that led to her inner flesh, to the pewter-colored nipples that sprang up from her pendulous breasts fully erect, she appeared female as could be—only totally, monstrously in excess of any reasonable physique. A caricature of woman, her appearance just this side of grotesque, with a crude, animalistic appeal that Clark could imagine leading to a great deal of fetishes.

And she had trounced him—her strength seemingly twice that of his own, at a Kryptonian’s level but with a corresponding increase in proportion to her massive size. Just as a basic knowledge of exponents stated that Superman was stronger than the slender and petite Supergirl, this Doomsdame was more powerful still than him.

They had fought their way through the outskirts of Metropolis, where thankfully Clark had been able to turn her away from the city proper. Marshalling all his strength, he had driven her back to the mountains, where at least innocent people would be safe from harm. That charge had still used up much of his strength. Now, like weary boxers in the twelfth round, they traded blows, every hit sending one or the other flying into the surrounding cliff faces, triggering avalanches and rockslides for miles. Clark could only hope there was no one in the area.

Then something new happened. He heard Doomsdame speak, in a rough voice like a roar from deep in her chest. “Will make you pay!”

“Pay?” Clark asked, desperate to latch onto some way of talking out their conflict. “Pay for what?”

“For not worshipping me!” Doomsdame bellowed. “For not being my mate!”

Maxima aside, Clark wasn’t used to his enemies propositioning him. In his confusion, Doomsdame blindsided him. Suddenly he was bent over, pulled down across her lap as she sat down, her bulk caving in the boulder she seated herself on. Doomsdame huffed with laughter, feeling his manhood poke her in the thigh, then slide between her legs. Clark was very aware of how little more than skintight spandex separated his bare flesh from that of Doomsdame’s. 

“Pay!” Doomsdame bellowed, and ripped away the trunks of his costume, exposing Clark’s muscular ass. For a moment, Clark felt her eyes on him, and despite the fact that they glowed red, he could tell they were admiring him. He felt a surge of heat from underneath his body, in Doomsdame’s lap, and knew equally well that had to be from her pussy.

Then she raised her hand and brought it down hard on his ass. Clark lurched as her palm cracked sharply against his skin.

“Hhk!” Clark cried, straightening up to clutch at his warming ass. With the damage to his costume, his cock thrust out in front of him. Doomsdame shoved him back down.

“Stay down!” she demanded. “The more you struggle, the more you’re going to get!”

Clark allowed himself to be held in place across her lap. This, he supposed, would at least stall her—buy anyone in the area time to be evacuated. And it wasn’t any more painful than going blow for blow with her. As long as she wasn’t destroying anything or killing anyone, he was winning… right?

Doomsdame stared at his muscular back. The side of his ass she had struck was a blaring pink. She brought her hand down sharply on his other cheek and the sound rang out like a rifle shot. Clark sucked in his breath with a hiss, body tensing with pain. Doomsdame spanked him again. When her hand hit where the first blow had landed, Clark let out a soft moan.

The sight of Clark’s ass pinking up from the slaps brought out Doomsdame’s full fury. She whaled at Clark’s ass, all her anger and lust now given expression. Every blow chipped away at his resistance. He was pounded into her thighs, pushed down her lap until only the bony shards at her knees kept him from falling off of her entirely. His prick touched Doomsdame, slid softly against her skin. She felt a hot, slippery trail of precum being painted by his cockhead.

Doomsdame’s arousal reached a boil. It overwhelmed her. She rained blows down on Clark’s ass in a frenzy. Her other hand held him there, keeping him in place as he bucked like a bronco. She heard him bawling like a scared calf.

Suddenly Doomsdame stopped, making one last smack to Clark’s muscular ass before she dug her fingers into the firm flesh, squeezing his impressively toned buttocks. His ass was red, patterned with her handprints.

“Nhhh…” Clark let out in a slow shudder, his shoulders heaving with pain, teeth gritted shakily like he was barely holding himself together after the explosion of pain he’d felt. And his cock was hard as diamond.

“Enough punishment!” Doomsdame growled. “Don’t want you dead! No good to me dead! Want your cock nice and hard and inside me!”

She pulled him up to her, opening her thighs to him so that when she embraced him, his hips wedged inside of hers. His erection found the seething opening of her cunt and pushed deep into her. Doomsdame’s hips heaved forward in blind, instinctive response to her mating urge finally being sated. Finally, she felt a measure of peace with the steel-hard prick that was the only thing capable of satisfying her.

Still quivering in pain, Clark pumped himself into Doomsdame, reflexively seeking the relief that came from pleasuring himself in her cunt. Doomsdame’s body responded with pure animal lust. She didn’t care that he’d just beaten her bloody, and she him, only that his cock gave her just the right friction against the walls of her cunt, the sparking of her clit with every smack of their bodies. Clutching his smaller frame to her body, Doomsdame gave herself over to the ecstatic pleasures of the mating drive.

She spread her thighs wide, braced her heels against the ground, and pulled him deep into her aching sex, physically pumping his cock in and out of her cunt, using Superman as a dildo. She felt his cockhead slam into her depths, prod and thrust against where her cunt narrowed into her cervix. Doomsdame bounced her hips so that her pussy met his prick when it slammed home into her, rubbing her clit into an open flame. Letting go of Clark, allowing his own thrusting hips to take over, she clawed madly at his back, raking his skin bloody right through his tattered cape.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” she grunted in frenetic syncopation to his lunges into her cunt. 

Clark said nothing, only panting heavily as he reamed out her welcoming pussy. Grabbing her shoulders, he sheathed himself in her boiling sex again and again, losing all the searing pain in his battered body and gaining the pure release of fucking. It was the only thing that existed for him at the extremes of sensation his mind had been driven to.

“BIG COCK! BIG COCK!” Doomsdame wailed, ironically losing her bellowing voice just as the pleasure she expressed was at its zenith. “Aawww! Unnnhhhh!”

She was coming, exploding, a mushroom cloud of satiation inside her that rose until it filled everything she was, overwhelmed her, burnt her mind to a crisp and scattered the burning embers of her thoughts. And still Clark fucked Doomsdame, fucked her with the need that she’d driven him to, getting him to match her own passionate lust. 

The fireball of her climax refused to go out, but flared bigger and bigger in time with the erection pistoning into her. Her mind was no longer in control of her body—nothing was—she now lay there, pinned down to the boulder by Clark’s fervent thrusting, taking him and taking him and taking him.

Clark’s cock felt almost numb. He could feel the cum gathering slowly in his shaft as he pumped himself into the warm succor of Doomsdame’s pussy. The walls of her cunt clung to him, rippling with every thrust. He fucked into her again and again, always feeling his climax getting closer. It was like the long, slow climb of a roller coaster going up a hill. Finally, he sat precariously at the peak, teetering, able to either pull back and return to the slope he had just climbed or ride forward, giving up all control to plunge downward.

Clark could not even think to hesitate. He hilted himself in Doomsdame, making her take all of the ferocious erection she had given him, and with that, he was thrown over the edge. His balls convulsed, forcing out all the thick cum that Doomsdame could take and more besides. His body thrashed, spurting and pumping, pouring his load into Doomsdame’s spasming cunt until it was overflowing.

Then the combatants fell there, bodies fused together, locked into one by the same shuddering pleasure. They lay limp and unmoving for a long, long time.

“You’re mine now,” Doomsdame grumbled at last, her eyes flashing with ownership.

Clark was no better able to think now than during the sex. The afterglow had settled over him like a narcotic haze. Everything seemed like a dream. He couldn’t care that he was more than half-naked, that he had just cheated on Lois, that he and this naked woman-creature he’d stuffed with his cum were out in broad daylight. His senses were leaden and indolent with just how satiated he was. His only drive, his only motion, was a vague but growing appetite for more. In the back of his mind, the animal in him didn’t like how passive he had been for all but the end of his fuck with Doomsdame.

He wanted a rematch.

“That depends on how much of a woman you are,” he said in challenge.

“I’m a hell of a lot more woman than you can take!” Doomsdame grunted defiantly.

“Prove it, you bitch.” 

Doomsdame shoved Clark onto his back and straddled him, this time facing away from him. Her ass had the same feminine abundance as the rest of her curves. She nuzzled his gathering erection between her cheeks and brought herself down on it until his glans had nosed into her tiny asshole. 

His cock pushed inside of her as Doomsdame lowered her weight onto it. She didn’t give him the pleasure of hearing her pain, instead biting her lower lip until blood ran down her chin. Wiggling her ass, she took in more of his length until the wiry hairs of his crotch tickled her buttocks.

Once she was comfortably seated in his lap, his shaft lodged up her ass, Doomsdame reached down to his ankles and pulled them up. Clark fell onto his back, Doomsdame sitting on top of him, his cock resting between her buttocks. She rode her body up and down, asshole sucking and massaging his knob, while she bit at his boots, shredding them to get her tongue to his toes.

“Great Rao!” Clark whispered, supporting himself on his elbows, helplessly working his hips back and forth to keep up the pressure of fucking Doomsdame’s ass. “I’ve never—had it like this—God, I think I…”

If Doomsdame had cared to, if she’d not been concentrating on the delicious sense of power that came with sodomizing herself on his half-willing cock, she might have been able to coax out of Clark some affection to go with his urge to fuck her. He was weak then, overwhelmed with now having fucked her twice, his thoughts filled with her beauty: the soft curve of her back, the comparatively slender waist between her wide hips and ample chest, the slopes of her plump breasts as they rolled and bounced in front of her, big enough to be seen around her broad back. 

Instead, Doomsdame licked furiously at his bare feet, kissing and sucking at his soles, all while working her hips around, milking his prick, showing Clark that she was in charge even when he was fucking her ass.

“OHHHHH!” she moaned, her desire becoming even more urgent, more intense.

With barely any of her massive weight not on Clark’s erection, she pitched her ass up and down, working herself over his shaft just quickly enough to jack him off. When she came down on him, her cunt pressed against his swollen balls. Doomsdame moaned again, feeling them throb with a fresh load of his seed.

“I… can’t take… much more!” Clark gasped out.

His body was aching, pulsing with want. He wished nothing more than to roll on top of Doomsdame, have her subserviently underneath her as he hammered his prick into her, getting himself off as quickly as he needed to. But he was too addicted to the sensation of heated pressure knotted around his prick to risk it by offending Doomsdame. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless. But it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation. It brought with it a heady feeling of sheer ecstasy.

“Fuck me!” Clark groaned, his voice pleading.

Doomsdame kept doing exactly what she was doing at exactly her own pace. She did want to fuck him, just as badly as Clark wanted to be fucked, but more than that, she wanted to drive him completely out of his mind with agonized pleasure. 

It was a delicious feeling, knowing she was in control of him, as surely as if she were physically pulling his cock in and out of her pussy. The thought that he would do anything, allow her to do anything, so long as it got him off, made Doomsdame shiver with anticipation. She bit into his calf, kneading the strong muscle with her jagged teeth, then let his legs drop to the ground. Doomsdame froze, holding still for several seconds, seeing if Clark would take the initiative. He didn’t. Clark didn’t want to fuck her, he wanted to be fucked by her.

She grabbed the backs of his knees.

“Hope you weren’t planning to walk right for the next week, you bastard!” Doomsdame barked, bringing his knees up to her chest, planting her feet to either side of Clark’s hips so she was squatting on top of his erection. “I’m going to show you this super-cock belongs to me!”

Clark watched, fascinated, almost terrified, as she rutted her ass up and down, forcibly pumping his cock into and out of her own anus. When her buttocks came down on his crotch, his midsection was pummeled down into the ground, engorged balls flopping up to slap against her pussy. 

“Damn you!” Clark cried, his hands crushing the rocks around him into sheer grit—his face contorted in pain that he couldn’t even fight against, it felt too good. “Fuck me, you freak! Make me come!”

Doomsdame might as well have not heard him, although the sound of his begging brought a grin to her face. The only thing she cared about was her own pleasure—she’d already satisfied her mating instinct. How Clark felt was incidental, and somehow that made the pleasure he did experience feel even more intense. His balls throbbed to life, cum churning inside them, swirling with readiness to explode into the blistering heat of her asshole. 

Clark sat up, wrapping his arms around Doomsdame’s jerking body despite the pain of her bone-spurs raking against his skin. His hands cupped her proud breasts and he kissed the back of her neck, giving into his own instincts to be sweet and tender with the woman he was making love to, even when she was so far from the delicate, perfumed ladies he was used to.

Doomsdame pistoned her entire bulk up and down furiously, pussy about to explode into climax. Each time Clark’s huge prick rammed into her bowels, she rushed closer to orgasm, getting there so quickly that the thrill was like rapture already.

Then the real thing happened. Her pussy burst with liquid warmth, dwarfing whatever ecstasy she’d felt before, and Doomsdame shook as her invulnerable body was completely overwhelmed.

“HHHHNNNGH!” she screamed, cunt and asshole both racked with hard, pounding release. Her orgasm was too big to be held in only her ruined asshole. It spread to her cunt, making her squirt, her juices flying out to douse Clark’s kicking legs.

And as she yelled out, Doomsdame felt Clark’s gushing orgasm flood into her asshole, saturating her bowels. Another wave of satiation was brought out of her by the sudden influx of hot cum, the climax and the feeling of being stuffed with seed both thundering inside her, drawing power from one another, until it felt like Clark had pumped her full of liquid orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Clark muttered, his prick emptying itself out in potent throbs. He held onto Doomsdame’s breasts like a drowning man would clutch a life preserver.

When they finally pulled apart, several minutes later, Clark had a wide smile on his face. It was an unspoken concession of defeat. They had both conquered, both won the spoils of each other, and both been powerless in the face of the satiation they’d felt.