The Fortress of Solitude

He carried her up into the night sky, strong arms supporting her, his cape wrapped around her nakedness. They flew fast and high, and she curled her face into his chest, her breasts like gigantic warm pillows between them. They didn't even speak, the rushing air tossing her hair back, and she closed her eyes and clung to him. He smelled like a summer day. Like coming home.

They flew for hours, at least it seemed like it to her. Whenever she opened her eyes a little, the clouds would be streaming by, the stars overhead, and she couldn't even see the ground. Yet she was never afraid of falling. He clung to her as though it was only her keeping him in the air.

Maybe she slept a little then. Because when she opened her eyes again they were descending, and the air was so cold it hurt her lungs and eyes, stung her legs and toes, nipples hard as diamonds as she shivered all over. There was only ice and snow as far as she could see...a great expanse of white lit only by the moon and stars, on which nothing moved, and the distant mountains were silent and forbidding.

Superman moved with purpose, feet first, guiding them toward an abruption on the great white plain—like a cathedral of white crystals, though not made in any earthly form. It was a vaulted castle from some alien world, one which blended nature and artifice together. She couldn't even see where an entrance would be, but Superman guided them unerringly to a landing...and a wall opened to admit them with a warm burst of air.

"Welcome, Lois," Superman smiled, "To my Fortress of Solitude." somewhat shyly, as his feet touched the ground—and then he was just a man holding a woman in his arms—a warm, naked woman whose tits were as big as basketballs, her own thin arms clinging to his neck. Neither of them made any move for her to get down as the entrance silently closed behind them.

"Solitude...sounds lonely." Lois gave him one of her own smiles, and reached up to twist one black lock of hair around her finger. "Maybe you should do us both a favor and take us to bed."

He swallowed hard, then...and Lois smiled wider because she could tell that wasn't the only thing about him that was hard.

Was he erect that entire flight? His cock must hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. Lois laid her head on his shoulder. I can fix that...