A conflicted Barbara can't help but wonder if the Man of Steel lives up to his name

Even if her whole body hadn't just changed into a walking wet dream, Barbara Gordon knew the sight in front of her would have still made her weak in the knees - Superman, the subject of so many fantasies, tearing off his famous symbol to reveal a beautiful chest and rippling abs as he walked towards her with his ordinarily calm handsome face changing into an expression of lustful desire as he looked at her. She let out a soft moan that was half-arousal, half-dismay. She shouldn't do this!

"Superman, we shouldn't do this! You're married!" Barbara said, intending it to be a harsh rebuke but it instead came out in an accented purr, breathy and unsure as the handsome Kryptonian advanced on her. She licked her lips and stared at him. A clear and impressive bulge took her breath away as her traitorous eyes ventured downward - that was for her? She could have stepped back but she just trembled in place, one hand raised up lightly as if in a "stop" motion, unable to stop staring at him.

Her thoughts then quickly vanished when he closed the distance between them and that same hand came to rest on one of his perfectly sculpted pecs, making her gasp. He didn't hesitate before running a hand through her long hair tenderly, bridging the gap between them so his bare chest was now just centimeters away from pressing against her new larger bust and rock hard nipples. The same strong, sure hand stopped as it came to the end of her hair, resting on the back of her bare waist, pulling her body against his with utter confidence and strength. She let out a little moan, despite her best intentions, her breasts smashing into his rock hard frame, suddenly dizzy at how close he was, how good he smelled.

"If we don't make love, Barbara, you'll die. I'm sure Lois will understand that it was the only way." he rumbled soothingly in his deep, soothing voice. "And, truth be told, I've always wanted you."

Her knees literally went weak at that as she looked up at his piercing blue eyes. God, hearing him say that was so close to what she'd always fantasized about but still . . . this was wrong! She had to stop this. Didn't she?

"I . . . Superman, you're only saying this because of-" she stopped herself before mentioning Inara, she couldn't risk another damn penalty from that evil bitch of an ifrit. She let out a low growl of frustration that sounded disturbingly sexual in her new, smokier voice. "Because you- look, we just shouldn't do this, we should figure out another way!"

Superman smiled at her, then reached up with his other hand to lift her chin up, gently but firmly. They were so close now she could fee his massive, hot cock through his uniform against her hip. God it was even bigger than she'd dreamed and she'd dreamed awfully big!

"I know you'd never do this deliberately, Barbara, and so does Lois. Everyone understands you can't always control your powers, much less when Pink Kryptonite gets involved."

"Wh- what?" Barbara asked, blinking. Fuck, it was so hard to think with him so hard and so close like this!

"If I thought you were a bad person doing this deliberately, I'd just leave you in the Phantom Zone until we could figure out another way, but I know you. You're Barbara Gordon. You're a hero. You're a good person, smart and brave. And it doesn't hurt that you're one of the sexiest women I've ever seen." he said before leaning in and kissing her full on the mouth.

The compliments alone were amazing but the kiss! God, it was perfect. Her whole body went limp and boneless and she kissed him back with only the tiniest shred of resistance. When they broke the kiss, she found one of her newer, longer legs wrapped around his, wrapped in his strong arms. Barbara wanted so incredibly badly to just let him keep doing whatever he wanted to her but she had to try to stop this.

Didn't she?

"Suh- Superman." she was able to get out breathlessly, more of a moan of pure lustful desire although inwardly she was trying to rally her resistance. "Nuh-not like this. Please!"

Even she wasn't sure what she meant by that last "please" but, in response, he just looked at her with an extremely sexy mixture of lust, kindness and just a hint of mischief in his piercing blue eyes.

"Of course. Let's go somewhere more private and comfortable." he rumbled as he picked her up like she weighed nothing and flew her at high speeds somewhere new.

Barbara blinked as she took in her new surroundings. It was a lavish bedroom with a four poster bed straight out of a regency romantic drama, complete with rose petals on the white silk sheets.

"Wh- where-" she began but Superman just smiled and silenced her with another soul-scorchingly hot kiss - gentle and firm but aggressive and expertly done.

"Somewhere private where we won't be disturbed while we make love. Somewhere . . . intimate."

One of his big, strong hands slid down from her waist to begin taking off her booty shorts, gently and unhurried.

"Oh, god, Superman!" she moaned, again unsure how she meant it. Her body felt like it was on fire, especially wherever his skin touched hers. "I- I don't . . ."

She reached down to touch the wrist of the hand that was unbuttoning her tiny shorts. His face shone with utter sincerity, kindness and a reverent sort of lust, as if she was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. A goddess.

He stopped and took the hint, lifting her hand up to his face and lightly kissing her knuckles instead.

"We can go as slow or as fast as you like, Barbara. Tonight, I'm all yours."

Her pussy clenched at that as if he'd just kissed her clit instead of her hand. Fuck, this was hot! Damn near perfect, in fact. If only it wasn't Inara making her do this, making them both do this!

"I- I need to . . ." she began, panting like she'd just finished a marathon as she moved away and sat on the huge, luxurious bed, fighting against what every cell in her body was begging for her to do as she looked up at him and licked her lips and stared at him through lust-lidded eyes. Fuck, he looked so hot shirtless, it was unfair.

"Anything you need. I'm yours." he replied with that same maddeningly hot look on his face.

"I need to know you and Lois won't hate me after this!" she finally got out in a rush of air, gasping and amazed that her brain was able to both think up and speak the words even as they came out of her mouth.

The look on the Man of Steel's face grew even **** and more aroused at that.

"Barbara. Even though I've always wanted you, I can assure you - anything we do here is just medical." he said, as he sat on the bed next to her and brushed a long dark lock of hair away from her face. "It won't hurt anyone and there won't be any negative consequences. I've contacted her and she's fine with it. I promise we won't hate you."

He kissed her again slowly, one hand on the side of her face, and she felt like she could melt into a puddle right then and there. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. Barbara knew that. But the consequences if she didn't hold up her bargain with Inara would be dire - people could be hurt if she didn't stop Ivy and Harley. And this? This wasn't hurting anyone, after all. Was it?

He rested another of those big, perfect hands of his on the skin of her bare, toned thigh and the last of her self-control snapped.

"Oh, fuck it!" she said out loud suddenly to both herself and Superman as she came to a decision and kissed him, harder, hungrier, more passionately than he had . . . only for him to return her passion in kind.

"How do you want me?" he asked in a low, husky voice filled with desire as the two finally came up for air. If she hadn't already come to a decision, him saying that, giving her full control, it would have broken her resolve.

"Stand up! Take off your costume, then take off mine!" she practically growled. "Slowly!"

Every time they'd been in a room together, a dark part of Barbara Gordon had always wished she'd been the one with X-Ray vision, wondering if he was just as hot under that tight costume of his as she'd imagined. As he slid off his boots and then his tights with agonizing slowness and that same sexy smile on his face, her jaw dropped. He was somehow even hotter than she'd imagined, a faint treasure trail of dark hair leading from the bottom of his pale, sculpted abs to an absolutely magnificent cock between two powerfully muscular thighs. Before now, Dick's cock was the biggest she'd ever seen, a more than respectable and girthy 10 inches that they sometimes had to go slow with for her own comfort. Superman's cock was even thicker and even longer, Jesus, was that a full foot? Her jaw dropped involuntarily at the sight of it.

"You know, I've always had this problem." he rumbled with a grin at the look of lustful awe on her face. "I can't be as rough as I want to be with this body of mine because I'd hurt someone. But you can take it - can't you, Barbara?"

She leaned back from her sitting position on the bed onto her elbows, thrusting out her chest, licking her lips and spreading her legs wantonly before letting out just a lustful hiss of a "Yes . . . take me, God, TAKE ME Superman!"

Fuck, she felt wetter than she'd been in her entire life! She knew she said slowly but she didn't want to wait another goddamn second for him to be inside her.

Now fully, magnificently naked, he smiled and winked as if reading her mind before he strode over to her and casually tore her top off like it was made of tissue paper, making her groan. He gave her tits a quick, almost playful squeeze - a distant part of her was actually delighted that they now matched Wonder Woman's famous, larger pair if that was how good they felt - before reaching down and pulling off her boots and booty shorts with deliberate, agonizing slowness, his face mere inches from her pussy. She was in just her mask, which somehow made it hotter than if she'd just been naked as he drank her in with his eyes. He could do anything to her now, anything at all.

"You are so goddamn SEXY, Barbara Gordon." he said in rumble with a look taking her in that made her entire pussy throb before running his strong hands up her long, toned legs.

"Oh, fuck, Superman! You- you're the PERFECT man, please, please, God, I NEED you inside me so fucking bad!" she babbled as he ran his hands over her body.

"How do you want me?" he asked again, this time almost teasingly. For the first time in her long, analytical life, she couldn't even think she was so fucking horny!

"Fuck me, Superman, just FUCK ME!" she finally got out huskily, laying on her back and arching her hips up towards him, begging him for that perfect cock with her entire body and soul. In what felt like both an eternity and an instant, he complied.

Suddenly, her long legs were up against his torso - thighs against his chest, her knees hanging over his broad, beautiful shoulders . . . and a second later, she felt his huge cock plunging into her needy, aching pussy, filling her up more than any man ever had in her life.

"Oh, fuck! You feel so good! Perfect! You're fucking PERFECT, Barbara!" he groaned as he entered her for the first time, his praise making her even crazier with lust.

"Oh, God! SUPERMAN! YES! So BIG! Nggn! Fuck me!" she let out as she thrust her hips against his as hard as she could. "Fuck me with that PERFECT supercock of yours! FUCK ME as HARD as you CAN!"

A very tiny distant part of her felt like that wasn't her speaking but nothing else mattered right now but the feel of Superman's body pressing against her and deep inside of her and even that part was obliterated when he began thrusting with the **** of a locomotive into her . . . but his piercing eyes remained locked on hers as he satisfied her, making it impossibly intimate and even more intense. He was so strong, so powerful, so in control but also so tender. It was absolutely fucking perfect!

"Ah! Ahh! AAAHH!" she screamed, her long dark hair fanning against the bed and big tits jiggling like mad as he pounded into her over and over, hands and mouth roaming occasionally to give her jiggling tits a fond squeeze or her face a caress. At one point she started sucking on one of his fingers and that made him intensify his thrusting, driving her to the first of what felt like dozens of orgasms, biting down on his digit to no effect beyond exciting them both.

"SUPERMAN! SUPERMAAAAAAAAN!" she screamed into his palm as she came so hard she saw stars.

As pure pleasure radiated out from her pussy to the rest of her body like a tsunami flowing out of an overflowing cup, nothing else mattered right now but this perfect superfuck. Inara and the rest of the world was completely forgotten . . . at least for now.