Author's Note: At long last the end! Thank you to my loyal followers and fans. Fear not for the story goes on in not one, but TWO upcoming sequels: Maid of Might, and, Reign of Superman!
The Justice League sat around the conference table in the Watchtower, Batman at the head. "Superman has been neutralised," he confirmed. Wonder Woman looked relieved, Zatanna looked disappointed. "His imprisonment has been taken care of. The public has been informed he died from the kryptonite poisoning of the meteor. No one can know the truth..." They all nodded solemnly, even the Flash, then they dispersed from the room in silence. "Canary. Wait." Batman called after her. She did as she was told. The door shut behind the others.
Bruce took a step towards her. Dinah's breathing got more rapid. "I wanted to thank you, for your sacrifice." Dinah took a deep breath. "Any of the others would have done the same..." she breathed out. "No they wouldn't," Bruce told her in his deep gravelly voice. He leaned in towards her, and their lips connected.
Her eyes shut and the he pressed her against the table. Without a word they started to strip each other. They didn't communicate. They didn't need to. She trembled as she felt his hands glide up her back and tug at her jacket. Her beautiful red lips clamped onto his and clung on desperately. Passionately, she tore at his costume while he rolled off her clothes methodically with a scientific edge to every action he took.
He pushed her back onto the table so she was laying on her front the cold metal and he pulled down her bra. He tugged off her knickers and fondled her ass-cheeks. She moaned as his tongue whipped across her butt. His hands slid up her back and to her shoulders which he massaged softly, soothing her. She felt his hard member press against her butt. He removed his underwear and spread her butt cheeks apart, his cock pressing at her asshole. She moaned out loudly as he gripped her shoulders tightly and slid into her butt.
He was like a machine as he ass-fucked her. Her lips pressed into an O shape as he screwed her with consistent forceful thrusts. He knew just what spot to fuck and just what speed to use. His hands rubbed past her shoulders, over her sides, and across her waist before sliding round to the front and rubbing her pussy lips.
He pressed his lips down against her neck, smothering her neck and shoulders with kisses. His mouth was cold and sent chills down her spine evoking a high pitched wail of ecstasy. He massaged her vagina, rubbing her pussy slowly but forcefully. He was so much gentler than Superman; it was the opposite of what she would have expected just mere days ago. She'd always assumed Superman would pleasure a woman in space while Batman would screw them in the dark streets. She liked the contrast.
He was everything she'd imagined as he penetrated her anally, thrusting her into the table. His fingers pushed at the edges of her pussy then started to push deep into her. As his left hand fingered her, his right hand dragged back around her hips and groped her ass ferociously while his cock pounded into it. His penis and his hands worked in unison, screwing her from in front and behind and she began to orgasm. As she grew wetter and wetter with each pumping thrust, Bruce felt his cock grow even hard for just a second before exploding. His cum ejaculated out over her rear.
She grinned and pushed herself up onto all fours on the table then slapped her bum: "Again?" Batman gripped her thighs, spreading her legs further apart: "Again."
Superman stood in the Kryptonite prison that the League had built for him. A grin spread across his face. "Everything is..."he muttered to himself, "... just as planned."