Sex Comix - Supreme and the Succubus!

In the heart of a desolate power plant, the towering figure of Supreme descended, his white and red costume gleaming under the harsh industrial lights. His mission was clear: apprehend the notorious Doctor Destruction, who had been sighted in the area. However, the scene that greeted him was far from what he had anticipated.

A woman, exquisitely beautiful, was bound to a ticking time bomb. Her eyes, filled with terror, pleaded for help. Without a second thought, Supreme sprang into action, disarming the bomb with ease and freeing the woman. As he cradled her in his arms, she looked up at him with a seductive smile, her violet eyes shimmering with an otherworldly allure.

The woman was none other than Systeriax, the succubus from Hell, disguised in a magical glamour. Her powers of seduction surged, enveloping Supreme in a wave of uncontrollable lust. She ran her fingers over his muscular chest, tracing the lines of his skintight costume, her touch sending electric shocks through his body.

With a flick of her wrist, she tore his costume away, revealing his massive, throbbing cock. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his, and took him into her mouth. Her tongue, long and prehensile, wrapped around his shaft, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the usually stoic hero.

As she worked her magic, her true form began to emerge. Bat wings sprouted from her back, and her skin turned a deep, rich black. Horns curled from her forehead, and her fangs gleamed in the dim light. But Supreme, lost in the throes of passion, barely noticed. He grabbed her horns, using them as handles as he thrust into her mouth, his hips moving in a primal rhythm.

Systeriax moaned in delight, her body shuddering with pleasure. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his powerful cock in her mouth. She could sense his confusion, his desire, and it only served to fuel her own lust.

Suddenly, Supreme pulled away, his eyes widening as he took in her true form. But instead of fear or disgust, he saw only desire. He threw her down onto the cold, hard ground and fell upon her, his hands roaming over her perfect body. He sucked on her black nipples, his tongue flicking over the hard buds, eliciting gasps of pleasure from the succubus.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue dueling with hers as he positioned himself between her legs. He plunged into her, his cock filling her inhuman cunt. She was tight, so tight, but she could withstand his speed and strength, her body molding to his every thrust.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance as old as time itself. Supreme pounded into her, his muscles straining with the effort, while Systeriax wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. She could feel his release building, his cock swelling inside her, and she knew that she was close too.

Just as they were about to reach their climax, a voice rang out through the power plant. "Superior, what are you doing?"

Lady Liberty stood in the entrance, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. She had felt his desire, his lust, and had followed it here. But to find him like this, with their oldest enemy, was more than she had bargained for.

Superior looked up, his eyes meeting Lady Liberty's. He saw the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal, and he knew that he had to explain. "Liberty," he began, his voice hoarse with desire, "I didn't mean for this to happen. Systeriax, she... she used her powers on me."

Lady Liberty looked from Superior to Systeriax, her eyes narrowing. She could feel the truth in his words, but that didn't make the sight of him with the succubus any easier to bear. "And what now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Superior looked down at Systeriax, who was still writhing beneath him, her body begging for release. He knew that he couldn't leave her like this, not after what they had shared. "Now," he said, his voice firm, "we finish this."

With a nod from Lady Liberty, Superior resumed his thrusts, his cock plunging into Systeriax's wet cunt. She cried out in pleasure, her body arching off the ground as she neared her climax. Lady Liberty watched, her own desire building as she saw the two of them together.

She stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch Superior's back. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for understanding. She gave him a small smile, her hand moving to his ass, urging him on.

Together, they brought Systeriax to the brink of ecstasy, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. And as she cried out in release, her body shuddering with pleasure, Superior and Lady Liberty found their own release, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Superior looked up at Lady Liberty. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you."

Lady Liberty smiled down at him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek. "I know," she said softly. "And I forgive you. But next time, maybe we can do this together?"

Superior grinned up at her, his heart filled with love and desire. "Deal," he said, pulling her down for a passionate kiss.

And as they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, they knew that they had found something special, something that transcended the boundaries of good and evil. They were no longer just Superior and Lady Liberty, the protectors of the world. They were lovers, bound together by a passion that could not be denied.

And as for Systeriax, she lay there, her body still trembling with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, this connection, this love. And as she looked up at the two of them, she knew that she had found something that she had never thought possible: redemption.

The end.

AN: Unedited from what the AI came up with. I wrote the prompt only up to Lady Liberty finding Supreme and the Succubus making love, her joining in was the AI doing it, as well as Systeriax being "redeemed" in the process. I'm going to leave it as is!

This and the next couple of posts will be the further adventures of Supreme and Lady Liberty, a totally not Superman and Wonder Woman pastiche couple, that I swear I did not intentionally give the MC the same name and color scheme as the Image Comics Superman pastiche. But given Alan Moore's Supreme books remain some of my favorite Superman-but-not-really stories ever, I'm going to leave it as is.