Metallo (John Corben)

The former human criminal turned almost entirely robotic cyborg known as Metallo was mostly known and feared for his incredible strength, durability and Kryptonite "heart" but not respected for anything resembling a great intellect. Still, you didn't need to have a genius level intellect to know a great opportunity when you saw it and to take advantage of it.

A few moments ago, he would have said the opportunity was a purple haired witch's offer of employment that he'd taken her up on an hour ago. Circe had not only broken him out of prison but offered to transfer his essence from the robotic shell in which he lived back into breathing, living flesh and blood, provided he helped her to steal something in a hidden cave - some powerful magical artifact protected by the curse of some old wizard. Anyone with flesh on their bones would have had it wither and die in an instant upon entering but luckily, that wasn't a concern for someone like him. The only part of him that was still flesh was his brain at this point and his bones were titanium.

"Do it now, you metallic clod!" snarled Circe at him as the magician's spells temporarily held back Shazam with a magical barrier, sweat forming on her brow as she stood at the foot of the cave. "Hurry up! Grab the lamp and bring it to me!"

It was a good thing he no longer had facial expressions or he'd have favored her with a glare. Instead, Metallo stomped quickly into the cave and looked for a lamp . . . and saw it almost immediately. An ancient bronzed item, exactly like the one in the story of Aladdin sitting on a plinth. If he could, John would have smiled as he picked it up.

"Seriously? It can't be this easy! May as well give it a try . . ."

John rubbed his big metal palms over the bronze, causing a faint screech and leaving dull scratches. For a moment, he thought it wouldn't work and resigned himself to yet another disappointment in a life full of them - being stuck in a metallic body without sensation, being torn apart and imprisoned by Superman over and over - but then purple smoke began to issue forth from the lamp.

An improbably proportioned Ararbic girl with long dark hair and glittering purple eyes looked him up and down and her pouty lips curling up into a lustful grin. Her voluptuous body was covered in thin purple silks that accentuated her near nudity rather than hid it. She looked like a stripper or porn star playing up the "harem girl" cliche. If he still had a penis, he'd likely be rock hard at the sight of her. His glowing green robotic eyes flashed excitedly.

She looked almost as shocked to see him as he did to see her, as her eyes looked up and down his towering metallic body in surprise.

"How long have I been in that lamp?" she murmured briefly before they heard Circe loudly curse at Shazam and the entire roof of the cave shuddered. Her eyes flashed and her expression changed to one of pure focus.

"Ah! Never mind, I see we have more pressing concerns. Let's cut to the chase! I'm Inara, yes, I'm a sort of genie called an ifrit and yes, I will grant you seven wishes John Corben. I also know everything you know, which includes being aware that the killjoy Wizard's latest incarnation of purity is about to bring this cave down on our head once he defeats the arrogant sorceress who thought "rubbing the lamp" had to involve flesh and blood."

Inara clapped her hands briskly and smiled widely at him.

"So! Let's have you use your first wish to take care of these little problems, yes?"

For someone dismissed as dumb muscle, John was quick on the uptake and simply nodded.

"Any limits I should know about?"

Inara shrugged, making her large chest sway.

"The wishes have to result in sin or cause others to sin, not that I think you have any sort of problem with that, thankfully. I reserve the right to twist your wishes if I think it's funny or they're simply not sinful enough. Oh, and I prefer not killing people, but only because people can't sin if they're dead. Other than that, my only limit is your imagination!"

If his face could have smiled, he would have had a shit-eating grin across it.

"Baby, we're going to have a LOT of fun together!" he said, just before he heard Circe cry out and stalactites began to rain down.

Inara cocked her head in the direction of the noise and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Fuck her." John said with a shrug of his robotic shoulders. "I've got all I need right here."

Inara nodded.

"OK, so what's your first wish? No hurry, but I think we'd both prefer you make it before we get entombed."

He laughed and paused for only a moment to puzzle out the wording before making the wish. Sure he wasn't Lex Luthor, but he wasn't an idiot. He figured since he had a limited amount, he may as well try to pack as many things into each wish as possible.

"I wish that I was now standing on a yacht in the Caribbean that I own thanks to my vast personal wealth, with an immortal, invulnerable, handsome human body that has all of my current powers but also normal human functionality and sensation . . ."

He paused thinking what else he could add to make it even better.

"Including a huge, thick cock, one that's being sucked expertly by Supergirl!"

Inara clapped her hands in delight and laughed before blowing him a kiss.

"I love it! Granted!"

Suddenly, John Corben felt . . . well, everything. He felt the warmth of tropical sun on his bare skin. He felt the ocean breeze in his short blonde hair. Most of all, however, he felt a wet, hot sucking on his cock. He had a cock again!

Blinking his big green eyes, he looked around. He was now standing on the prow of a yacht, completely nude, while the lithe blonde form of one of his worst enemies knelt before him, sucking his dick.

Supergirl looked as surprised as he did for a moment but the look in her big blue eyes quickly turned to one of fury. He saw her whole body tense and got ready for a fight, only for her body to go limp. Her hands reached up but it was to cradle his balls gently in one hand while her other hand grabbed the base of his massive, girthy member with the other. He distantly wondered if he'd overdone it with the "huge" part - he seemed to now have a literal horse cock that her little hand couldn't even reach around the base of, like a can of tennis balls - but all his concerns went away as he savored the look of panic on the girl of steel's face as she realized she couldn't stop sucking his cock! He felt himself getting hard instantly and realized to his shock he was at least 12 inches soft. He groaned and then laughed uproariously in delight. The look on her face! It was almost as satisfying as the feeling of her tongue swirling up and down his thick shaft while he was plunging down her throat, maybe even more so. He could tell she wanted to stop, tears of frustration forming in the corners of her eyes and her body language radiating panic. Instead, she just kept at it - humming and gently bobbing up and down the length of him eagerly, deep throating him like a trained whore, his massive length providing no obstacle to her skilled mouth.

He reached down to grab a handful of her long blonde hair and was pleased to find himself strong enough to **** her head down, his tanned arm corded with thick muscles that rippled beneath his skin as he smirked and started to face fuck her roughly. Her muffled squeaks, grunts and gasps as he shoved his thick cock deep into her throat made him let loose another peal of uproarious, delighted laughter . . . laughter that was soon joined by Inara.

"Ha! I've got to say, I LOVE how much you packed into just that one wish! I'm VERY impressed, John!" came the low, sultry voice of Inara to his left. She now lay on a chaise lounge by a pool held in the center of the yacht, wearing a purple string bikini instead of silks and shades which she lowered down to give him a wink.

John smiled at her.

"Don't suppose you'd like to come over and join us? I think a threesome's just the thing to celebrate being flesh and blood again!"

"Mmm, I appreciate the invite but, well, here's the thing, John - you're probably about to cum in that good little girl's mouth in a few minutes, given that you haven't had physical sensation in decades . . . and your wish only extended to having blondie there suck you off."

Supergirl bleated and patted her hands against his thick, muscular things uselessly as he shoved her face down even further, apparently losing her breath, not that he cared.

"Personally, I'd suggest you come up with another wish to make this situation a little more permanent if I were you, assuming you don't want her to follow up this hilarious facefucking with a beatdown and a trip to prison."

John could feel the truth of her words as solidly as he felt the wet, warm sensations of Supergirl's mouth and throat straining against his cock.

"Right. Good point. In that case, then, I wish . . ."