To service him

"Daughter," said Steppenwolf, stepping up from his chair in the dark chamber. "As of present, I shall require you to service me. What we shall do with these wonders is a matter I will discuss with you at length, later."

"Yes, father," smiled Fury and her armour jangled as she stripped it from her body. It fell with a clank around her boots. Even in the dim light of his underground chamber, Steppenwolf was able to make out her rippling muscles. Big Barda truly had trained her well. Steppenwolf readily took off his own armour as Fury neared him and felt as she caressed his chest, delivering soft kisses to his neck before passionately kissing him.

They were New Gods. They were meant to rule all fifty-two universes, not be shackled in the underground of one planet in one of the universes.

Their kisses grew more passionate as the two forgot their circumstances. It had been so long since either of them had seen Apokolips. The bitter failure of their inability to conquer this Earth stung Fury and Steppenwolf and thus, it drove their passion. In seconds, Fury sitting atop the desk, lustily kissing Steppenwolf as he thrust in and out of her. She moaned as loud as she could, for as far underground as they were, none could hear her.

Steppenwolf whispered promises into Fury's ears as he fucked her with greater vigor than before. She would be his immortal queen of Earth and would be what her mother could not be. She would get the favour of Darkseid himself. So many wonderful promises, Fury's face contorted into a beautiful smile as Steppenwolf finished in her.

The two collapsed in each other's arms for a while after that, their Godly might having exhausted them both in their exercise. Neither one of them wanted to leave and both of them had long since been corrupted by the amazing power of Apokolips.

"Now that your service is done," Steppenwolf breathed into her ear, "it is time to carry out your mission."