Yes

To keep up the game of being a ****, Superman had to obey. "Yes, mistress." he replied as he set to work. Being unfamilar to this kind of sex, he started slowly. Moving his tongue over what he had expected was her senstive clit. Then he moved down, dragging his tongue over her body.

As he moved to the pussy, he started to pick up a taste. An explainable taste, but one that nearly blew his mind. It seemed to be the world's most perfect flavour. An addictive taste that was hard to resist. Worse, it made him harder in responce. Trying to hid his excitement, Superman continued, listening to Fraudline's reaction to know what is good.

Soon he was feeling a hunger for the flavour and a real desire to continue comming over him. He tried to resist, but it grew harder and harder as he grew the same way.