This Superman/Wonder Woman short comes via Samuel Hunter who let me see one of his lovely new pieces based off of Hernan and Bekka aka the Superman and Wonder Woman from Justice League: Gods and Monsters. Rated N of the naughtiness... Enjoy

Chapter 7: To Bed

The Watchtower

Superman that arrogant son of a bitch, what makes him so super? Was it his strength or was it his ego giving this man the nerve to speak to me like this constantly. I show weakness just once for him and I never get to live it down. Granted it was amazing. I mean really, really amazing. I mean I have never screamed so during sex in my life and I had lived for a very long time. But this conceding ass won't let it go.

"I belong to no one I am Wonder Woman!" I scream to myself as Superman stares into my eyes. "Yet he has my heart along with other things that hungered for him."

As I walk down the corridors of the Watchtower I make my down to me bedroom. Glancing over my shoulder I realize he was following me.

"Must you stare when I am clearly no longer paying attention to you," I grumble as I turn to face me.

"Mi amor..." he whispers softly.

I growl low as I stop in front of my bedroom door.

"Must he do that?" I pose myself. "Strong Bekka this is an act."

Slowly dragging my eyes up his towering frame I feel a hunger rise up in me.

"No Bekka," I tell myself. "He is an ass... that can make you beg by using his smile... DAMN IT!"

Love and hate are cut from the same cloth that is what Orion told me that first night he took me to his special place on Apokolips. That feeling of wonder, I thought I had lost it forever when he was taken from me. But as I stand here in front of this ass, this arrogant infuriating ass of man I feel as I once did. Danger, lust, wanting, passion and all of the other things lovers feel he amplifies them times ten.

"I don't want him..." I lied to myself.

"Good night..." he murmurs softly.

I watch him turn from me and my heart leaps in my chest.

"Don't let him go," my heart screams.

My hand reaches towards him.

"Where do you think you are going?" I whisper as I grab onto his arm.

"To bed..." he replies as she slowly turns to me.

His face was hardened with loneliness and desire. The wall had fallen. Like always it was his eyes that gave him away.

"You've got that part right..." I mutter as I slide my hand down his arm to his hand. "But you're heading to for the wrong bed..."

The look of shock on his face was priceless. I had told him no but my no meant yes, a thousand times yes.

"I thought you didn't want..." he answers as I bring his hand to my lips.

Gradually I kiss his rough hand before placing it against my supple cheek. A slight smile spreads across his face as I slowly start to back up to the door to my bedroom.

"I want what I want when I want it..." I reply as my back hits the door. "Is that a problem for you Hernan? I can always call Steve too..."

Pinned, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rush of pleasure made my heart race. Hernan moves his face closer to mine as both his hands hit the door on either side of me. I shutter as the reinforced door buckles beneath his hands. His breath quickens as we stare at one another. He was hungry and so was I.

"So I'm what?" he growls as he stares into my eyes. "Just a sex toy for you?"

As she speaks I slide my hand free hand to the doorknob behind me. I watch his unflinching face stare at me as he watches me grab the door knob. He was a caged tiger. He was waiting on something: permission to touch, me to feel me or to please me. Men in power were all the same with so many 'yes men' around them they like being controlled.

Click, as the door opens his eyes flare red with an unnatural hunger. He takes a step forwards into my room still pinning me to the door.

"Essentially..." I reply breathless.

Moving his lips directly over mine his lips hovers over mine.

"I can work with that," he answers as he claims my lips.

The air in my lungs leaves me as his kiss consumes me. I feel my feet lift off the floor as he pulls me into his body. The coolness of the door was replaced by the warmth of his body. His hands slide down my body until he reaches my butt.

"Clothes off," I order him as I break our kiss.

He hisses as my orders leave my mouth.

"I don't take orders Bekka," he growls back. "Not from you or anyone."

I look down his massive chest smiling. Leisurely I back away from him. Turning my back to him I unlace my armor.

"Too bad Hernan," I whisper as I look over my shoulder. "I am not wearing any underwear..."

I unhook my breastplate. It clinks to the floor with a thud.

"Ay Dios..." he growls.

"Why don't check for yourself?" I hum as my hands slide up to breasts.

In a flash I feel him rush up behind me. Looking onto the floor I see his coat and shirt had joined my breastplate. His callus hands dance down my back until he reaches my butt. Hernan's hands split going down my outer thighs. I roll my hips against him.

"Remove my pants," I growl.

"Is that an order?" I hisses as I feel his hardness against me.

"Yes," I reply.

A kiss lands on my neck as his hand slides back up to my waist. With a slight tug he rips off my pants.

"Damn..." he moans.

Slowly I turn to face me and all see are his red eyes taunting me. Sauntering up to him I lace my fingers around belt. I unfasten his belt and pants. I smile as I watch his pants fall to the floor.

"Left me up," I order him.

With one hand he lifts me up. My legs land on either side of his massive body just above him. Body to body I feel his heart race against mine as I stare down at him. Our lips collide as I lace his hair between my fingers. As we float I feel his body curve up beneath me. He was so close. It was evil torment feeling his throbbing self so close to me.

"I want it..." I say as he slides himself against my pussy.

"Come again," he growls. "Couldn't quiet hear you..."

My witty reply was silenced as I feel him brush against me once more. Over and over again he taunts me with just the tip. What an evil bastard? With every caress he claims my lips deeper and fiercer. Take me to the edge but backing away just as the words he wanted me to say were on the tip of my tongue.

"Fuck this!" I scream having had enough of his games.

I slide my hand behind me and grab him. I watch the hunger in his eyes triple as I guide him to my pussy. Rolling my hips I guide him in. A sharp moan leaves his lips as he feels my wetness. Bit by bit I slide down him until he is completely inside. I tighten around him moaning. My head hits collapse against him from the pleasure.

Rolling my I start the pace of my thrusts slowly at first...

"I want you to suffer you ass," I think to myself.

He holds me closer as I start to pick up the pace.

"Bekka..." he growls.

He thrusts up meeting my thrust with his own. Power and impassioned he wanted more of me.

"... too slowly..." he hissed. "Stop toying with me..."

"Me toy with you?" I ask lying through my teeth. "Never..."

"... You are avoiding the sweet spot," he growls low.

His voice was almost animal in nature. My eyes open wide he takes over the pace. Faster and fasters he went yet he went deep hitting the sweet spot; moving harder and harder with each motion of his thrusts.

I crumple onto his muscular chest as my words get lost in the moans leaving my lips. My nails dig into his back as the pressure builds. I can't... I can't...

"Hernan..." I moan.

As I whimper his name I feel him start to thrust even harder. Gods of Apokolips he was amazing. We were so close to the edge. Slowly I look up from his chest breathless. He leans down and claims my lips as she cum together.

Breaking our kiss I place my chin on his chest.

"Now that was good my sex toy..." I whisper.

Hernan smiles as he brushes the damp strains of hair from my face.

"This sex toy is glad he satisfied his mistress," he laughs. "Shall I do it again for round two..."

"If you insist," I sigh with a smile.

"Mi amor," I growls as he claims my lips. "...You know I do."