Krypton's Last Son

Disclaimer: I don't any part of Justice League or any of its other cartoons; I am only borrowing their characters for the story.

The next day came around too soon for the heroines of the Justice League; they didn't want to leave Clark's room. Unfortunately life must go on, and so does saving the world all over again. Diana was the first to awaken and removed herself from the Man of Steel.

Deciding to clean up a little before heading out to save the world, Diana hit the showers and enjoyed the hot water as it cascaded on her body. Clark soon awakened because of the chill when Diana left; he walked toward the bathroom to take care of his morning routine.

What he found was definitely something that would get any man to wake up in the morning. Clark couldn't believe all the beautiful women that had come into his life, but right now he was mesmerized by the sheer beauty and grace that exuded from Diana. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, she was a goddess sent down from heaven, and there was just no other way to describe it. The way her hair glistened in the sunlight, the dark tresses shimmered whenever the light hit it just right.

Clark wouldn't be just a spectator anymore, he knew that he loved his family and wanted the best for them. He also knew that they were the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life or the next. Clark stepped into the shower and made himself known to the goddess.

Clark slid his hands around and caressed her firm butt. Her skin was velvety soft and threw into sharp contract the hard cuts of her muscular thighs. He cupped her firm cheeks and squeezed. She bent in and kissed him deeply, her tongue fencing with his.

Diana put her face nose to nose with his and looked into his eyes. Clark shuddered a little bit apprehensively. Diana held his gaze. She broke the kiss and smiled at him.

He looked over her shoulder to see Shayera, staring intently at the pair of them. Diana leaned close and whispered huskily in his ear. "Look at her Clark; she's actually quivering in anticipation. That's for you Clark. You did that to her. Don't be afraid of us Clark, you're here because we want you."

Clark kissed her once more and snaked a hand around her firm butt. He ran a finger between her legs and just barely parted her now moist lips. Diana moaned into his mouth and smiled.

Shayera slowly reached out a hand and wrapped it around his throbbing member and slowly started caressing his shaft.

While all this was happening the rest of the women in the bedroom weren't sleeping anymore, it seemed that they all heard Diana. Zatanna and Kara headed into the bathroom to get in on the festivities. Unfortunately for the group it seemed that the shower wasn't big enough, thus it was unanimously agreed to move it to the bedroom.

Shayera knelt between his legs, while Zatanna knelt beside him. They grinned at each other and started both licking the base of his massive shaft. Up and down they licked his member until it glistened. Shayera moved her mouth up to his head and moaned slightly as she dropped her head, piercing her lips with his member. She lovingly swirled her tongue around the bulbous head and worked it in and out between her lips. Clark then felt Zatanna's hot tongue lapping slowly at his balls. She gently sucked them one by one into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his sensitive sack.

Clark moaned in ecstasy as the women sucked and licked him with twin tongues of fire. He slid a hand gently up Shayera's nighty, caressing the soft flesh of her butt, clad only in an equally transparent lace thong. At his touch, she moaned around his member and took another couple inches into her mouth and pushed back against his hand. He moved his hand lower and found the crotch of her thong was completely saturated. He snaked a hand inside and easily slid a finger between her wet lips. His finger slid up until he found the little nub of her clit, and he began to caress her in slow circles. She let out a little cry and her back arched, but she resolutely kept his member firmly lodged between her lips.

Clark smiled at her reaction and was emboldened by it.

Shayera started struggling to get her panties off with one hand, while keeping the other firmly wrapped around his member. Kara crawled around the girl to help. She smiled wickedly at Clark.

Kara smiled and slapped Shayera hard on the butt. The woman jumped and threw her leg over Clark and settled her self on his chest, never taking her sucking mouth from his member. He once more caressed the soft skin of her butt and then pulled her back to his face. He started to slowly lick her wet lips in long strokes. He lapped at her puffy lips, sucking them into his mouth and savoring her tangy juices. He moved this tongue up further and circled her hardening clit. When her hips began to rock, he locked his mouth over the little nub and sucked it hard into his mouth.

Shayera's body tensed and she impaled his member down her throat as far as it would go. She continued to suck him in faster and faster strokes of her mouth, taking him so deep that he could feel her nearly gagging around his member. He relished in her tangy taste and attacked her lips with his tongue, much like Zatanna was attacking his balls.

At the same time, Shayera's hand firmly massaged his wet balls, increasing the pressure within them.

Shayera was now grinding herself into his face and sucking his member with abandon.

Shayera yanked her head back off his member and let out a sharp gasp. "Oh gawd!" she cried. She threw her leg over his body and rolled to the floor. Kneeling next to him she locked her mouth to his. The shy girl was gone, Shayera knew what she wanted

She needed no more prompting, ripped the lace nighty over her head and quickly mounted his hips. Shayera was panting as Zatanna guided the head of his member to her opening. Shayera bit her lip as she slowly pushed back onto his member. Clark's eyes went wide as his member was forced into her lips. As wet as she was, she was having great difficulty getting him inside of her. Shayera had the tightest lips he had ever experienced. Tighter even than Kimiyo's. He mused slightly at the comparison.

With one last plunge Shayera took all of him balls deep into her lips. She sat there, breathing heavy, trying to relax. Clark gave her time to adjust and reached up to cup her bosom. Finally having relaxed, Shayera smiled down at him and gave a short stroke up and down.

She rocked her hips forward about half the length of his member and thrust back down hard. Her eyes went wide and she let out a little gasp, only to replace it with a languid smile. She ran her fingers through her hair and pressed her chest into his hands.

Shayera sat upright, her back arched, and began to increase her pace as she pumped up and down on his member. Not too fast, but not agonizingly slow either, she rode his member with a look of girlish ecstasy. Clark felt Zatanna's tongue once more swirl across his balls once more and then move up further to lick his shaft. As Shayera lifted her hips to withdraw from him for another penetrating stroke, Zatanna would follow with her tongue.

Suddenly Shayera was flung forward, flat against his chest, and Clark looked over her shoulder to Kara with a hand in the small of Shayera's back, forcing her down. He felt her tongue on his shaft and Shayera continued to work her self back and forth on his member with shallower strokes. He locked his lip to Shayera's and their tongues dueled in an erotic sword fight. Suddenly Shayera gasped and her back arched.

Shayera was moaning loudly now as she pounded herself faster on Clark's member. Clark grabbed her bosom and began firmly massaging them. The sensations pushed Shayera over the brink and she came fiercely and loudly. Her whole body quivered and she collapsed on his chest. So tight was her lips that his own orgasm was restricted. Shayera lay there panting on his chest and Clark gently caressed her back. Zatanna was still busy, licking and sucking his balls to keep him hard. Shayera, catching her breath, sat back up and plunged down on his member again.

When the group had finished with their activities, it was time for them to head out and take over monitoring duties. Though the men of the Justice League were doing fine on their own. Unfortunately for them, the women had not forgotten what had happened the previous night. Suffice it to say that most of them were sent to their rooms in serious pain. With the women and Clark on the bridge of the Tower, it was time to check up on events happening around the world.

It seemed that a meteorite was heading for the earth, something that seemed to happen all too often lately. Shayera volunteered to head it off and destroy it before it could do any damage, Diana decided a little smashing would do her some good.

"Take care; don't forget to leave your communicators on at all times."

"What could happen Clark? It's not like some creature out of this world will pop out of the meteor."

"Ha ha, very funny Shayera, just please keep it on for me?"

"Fine, but we can take care of ourselves, though I wouldn't mind going another round with you." Clark ruefully shook his head and gave Shayera and Diana kisses farewell. Fortunately, at least from Clark's point of view, both Shayera and Diana weren't going to leave it as just a simple kiss. The women took it as far as almost a reoccurrence of what happened in the shower, though Clark stopped it before it got too far.

With the most subtle pout the two left to defend the earth from the plight of the meteorite. Scanning across the world, it seemed that crime was up recently, it would have to be because of the activities limiting Superman and co. from taking care of the hoodlums and convicts taking over the earth.

Clark set to work; it was high time that the filth of the world knew that he was done playing games with them. Clark and his newly discovered family, set out to bring to justice the criminals that walked the earth. Lex Luthor was plotting another major scheme to take over the world and kill Superman.

The family couldn't have that, thus it was no surprise to find the billionaire hanging from the tallest building on earth. "You can't do this, your supposed to be the good guys."

"Well as you can see we aren't men, and we are not amused by your repeated attempts on our lover's life."

"What did you say? You women are actually putty in his hands?" Kara was done talking to the bald freak, with a simple flick of her wrist she loosened the hook holding the man and watched him fall over 2000 feet to his demise. With that issue out of the way, the group headed in search of new prey to take out.

No criminal was safe from the wrath of the superheroes, Superman was especially harsh on those that hurt women or killed indiscriminately. The many hooligans that populated Metropolis were rooted out and taken to the police precincts by the dozens.

The police were telling the superheroes that they couldn't place the criminals into the prisons, there wasn't enough room. Nodding his head, Superman "escorted" the rest of the villains that weren't able to be roomed inside the penitentiaries to the outskirts of the Sahara desert. He left them to survive on their own, but he would check up on them from time to time. A much more lenient system then the one the villains enacted on their victims.

But for those lucky few that greatly angered the Man of Steel, it was a straight shot the depths of hell. Not in the literal sense, but the criminals were no longer a threat to anyone. Beaten to an inch of their lives, their dignity taken from them, all their worldly possessions stolen nothing but the sense of dread for the days ahead. This is how Clark left them; this was their punishment for crimes against humanity itself.

With the crime in cities scared out of their wits, the group retreated back to the Tower in space. Where they would watch and see if the criminals would learn to fear the justice that the league would bring to bear. If they listened closely they would hear the screams of the men that were tortured by the very things that they did to their victims. It was a horrifying scene for any would be hoodlum.