Maxima

In the bed with him was a red-haired, brown eye beauty. A mix of sexuality and muscular strength, a being of power and sensuality. His fiancee. The love of his life. Maxima, the Queen of Almerac. An alien being, she was his equal physical and one of the few people who could have children with him. He moved to wrap his arms around her, to pull her into a deep and passionate kiss. Which she returned with as much feeling.

As she pulled away with a small quickly breaking strand of saliva, she asked, "I take you you enjoyed that Kal El. Or should I call you Clark?"

"It doesn't matter what you call me, as long as I can call you Maxima Kal-El or Mrs. Maxima Kent. As soon as possible." he asked as she snuggled next to him. He continued, "I can wait to get married to you and spend the rest of our lives together."

"Our wedding will be marvelous! As Superman and as Clark Kent. And the custom of the honeymoon will be one we will be making the most of it. Then we will rule over Almerac as Queen and Consort, while adventuring here on Earth. All thanks to my simulacrum." she continued, before asking, "Would you like to practice for our honeymoon again?"

Clark smiled and nodded before starting to kiss her once again. Hands caressing her body, which she returned as well.