He dreams about Maxima

Kal-El was lying on a luxurious bed, completely naked. The smooth silky texture of the sheets felt amazing on his skin. He looked around and it appeared to be a palace of some kind. When outstepped Maxima, flashing a sultry smile and she was wearing practically nothing... Save for a couple of scarves attached to bracelets. As well as, jewelry consisting of a jewel-encrusted choker, the aforementioned bracelets, and an anklet on her left ankle. His cock hardened upon seeing her.

Maxima sauntered over and climbed into the bed. They kissed one another. Passionately. His hands trailed over her body, seemingly marveling at the smoothness and firmness of the queen's skin. The two rolled around in the bed before Maxima let Kal-El pin her to the bed. Kal inserted himself inside of Maxima and started to thrust inside her slowly. They looked back at one another as he started to move inside of her faster. Maxima's toes wiggled and curled with each thrust.

"This is what you deserve. A kingdom. A queen. A dynasty." Maxima told him as he continued to fuck her.

Maxima's back arched as he continued to thrust inside of her. The Almeracians' legs wrapped around his waist forcing him deeper inside. Eventually, he started to reach his climax. Clark shut his eyes and for a brief moment, Clark saw Lois instead of Maxima. He ejaculated almost instantly. Kal collapsed onto Maxima, his head cushioned between her large breasts. He snuggled between them as Maxima played with his hair a minor look of frustration on her face.