Superman's Conquest Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Superman's Conquest Pt. 07

Batman sprinted through Themyscira, trying to find his discarded Batplane. His suit was a mess and his head was scrambled due to the imprisonment. His legs burned and his heart banged in his chest. For the first time in a long time, he felt vulnerable. He'd made it to the woods before he was swept off his feet by Supergirl.

"Bruce," Kara's naked body shone in the moonlight. "What are you doing?"

"You know what I'm doing." Batman was powerless in trying to break the iron grip Kara had on his collar.

"Ugh," Kara huffed and blew some hair out of her face like an angsty teen. "You know you can't do that. Now I have to tell Superman what you did."

"Kara listen I-" Batman was cut off due to Kara rushing to the private quarters shared by Superman and Hippolyta. Barda was standing guard outside.

"What's going on?" Barda asked.

"He tried to escape." Kara explained.

"Oh," Barda turned and quickly opened the door of the private quarter. She was blasted in the face with Hippolyta's juices. Superman was on his back and his cock was lodged deep in Hippolyta's asshole. Hippolyta bounced on his prick and her pussy fired like a stream.

"Um..." Barda said awkwardly while wiping away the juice.

"Yes?" Superman asked casually. Hippolyta was a groaning mess.

"Mr Wayne tried to escape. Kara caught him." Barda explained as Kara tried to push past the taller girl to get a better view.

"Hmm." Superman dumped a massive load of seed inside of Hippolyta, pulled her ...

... sweaty body off of him, and gently laid her down on the bed. "That's no good."

"So... what's the plan?" Barda asked.

"Kara, take him back to the cellar and make sure he's chained." Superman then used his superspeed to put on his suit.

"Where are you going?" Barda asked as Superman looked out the window.

"Gotham."

*

-Gotham City: Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy's apartment-

"Red! This is the hottest shit I've ever seen!" Harley Quinn was currently half naked in her computer chair that sat in the corner of the bedroom. Her blonde pigtailed hair was a mess and her left hand was soaked in her own juices. Poison Ivy sat on the bed in a simple green nightgown while reading a book. She was trying to read at least. Harley had a compilation of videos of Superman's breeding. The one he recorded himself and some videos that civilians recorded.

"Harley, you've been at this for hours." Ivy said.

"Hey! There's hours of footage! Don't blame me!" Harley shouted while furiously fingering herself to the sight of Superman filling a leggy blonde.

"I thought you said you hated him?" Ivy asked. The red-headed villainess wasn't really turned on by what was happening on the computer screen, but Harley's body was covered in sweat. One leg was on top of the desk and the other was draped over the arm of the chair. Perks of extreme athleticism. It took everything in Ivy to not pounce on Harley. Ivy refused to give Harley the satisfaction. She'd never hear the end of it.

"I did! ...