Fall of the House of Luthor...

The Widow Luthor was dress in black for the double funeral of her husband and his father, murdered by someone the senior Luthor pushed too far. The wills and agreements meant she would be getting all of the Luthor fortune as father left it to son and son left it to his loving wife. However, the funeral had been hours ago. The black she was wearing was a lacy bra and panties, being showed off for her new currently secret lover and future husband... Clark Kent.

As their lips locked and lipstick was smeared against each other, she had to ask, "So Clark, are you hot for teacher? Or do I have to get your blood and eyes boiling more?"

He smiled at her as the tux he wore to the same funeral littered the floor with her dress, and said, "It took a lot of effort to be able to keep my heat vision under control. I can't wait before we can take our relationship public so we can show each other off. My parents are glad to have you as a daughter-in-law, they've already filled out the wedding paperwork."

As his strong hands explored her body as her soft ones did the same to his, she was glad his parents were under the effects of her newest toy. A sample of her pheromones and some Luthor money, and scientists had created various pheromone cocktails to help her along. One of them being a pheromones to make people submissive to her will. They tested it on Johnathan and Martha Kent, who now saw Desiree as their daughter who could do no wrong. Even when she obviously was. The same pheromone was floating around the school in cleaning supplies and deodorants, removing threats like Chloe Sullivan and her wall of weird.

The best part is given brain scans of those hit with the various pheromones, their brains slowly are rewired to become permanently affected. A few more chemicals, and the change sped up. The exception was Clark, who was being molded much faster. Given his comments on how green meteor rocks affected him, she guessed the red ones she was exposed to might have more mental effects on him. It was a matter of time before she would be the Queen of Smallville, and then the Empress of Metropolis.

And the first benefit was one of the sweetest, given how handsome and powerful Clark was. Who's hand was sneaking into her panties and into her pussy, fingering it even as they made out. She pulled back from kissing him and asked, "So how do you want to celebrate our future first?"