Author's Notes: Superman meets the charming Miss Martian but finds her calm sensitive personality lowers his new predatory nature. Could it be that he has found the true girl for him? Could Miss Martian become Mrs Martian? Also we check in on Batman who reveals the truth behind Superman's seductions as well as the location of the woman he supposedly desires most: Lois Lane.

"Does it get any easier?" Miss Martian turned to Superman. He nodded. "It was hard enough when Mars died, but now Uncle J'onn as well. I'm the last Martian." A tear rolled down her cheek. Clark put his arm around her shoulders. "It gets easier," he confirmed. Technically, Megan wasn't the last Martian, but she didn't count White Martians and she didn't count herself as one of them. She would always think of herself as green.

He rubbed her shoulder gently to comfort her. It was strange but he felt a connection to this girl. It was more than with Batgirl: he still wanted to screw her, but he wanted her to enjoy it. He let his hand fall down to rest on her smooth green thigh which lay revealed by the short skirt she wore. She didn't react. That was a good sign. She turned to look at him with those soft eyes that matched her orange hair.

She couldn't help herself as she leaned in and her lips met his. The kiss was short but passionate. Clark was taken aback; he had expected to make the first move. She didn't make a sound as he spread her legs over his lap and then ran his hands up and down her hips. It was sunset and the orange light flooded the Cliffside they sat on. Away from prying eyes but open to the air, Clark pressed his lips to her neck and gently bit down her throat.

Her lip trembled but she remained quiet as his strong mouth reached her collarbone. She was breathing hard as he lifted her arms and rolled her shirt off her slim sea-green chest. He smirked as her hand came down and pressed him down onto his back. He happily obliged. His erect member was pressed against her inner thigh. Her smooth Martian skin was perfect and unmarked save for the freckles dotting the ridge of her nose; she was perfect.

Megan pressed at the edges of his shirt and he helped her to pull it off, followed swiftly by the rest of his costume leaving just his underwear. His hand stroked down her stomach then unbuckled her belt slowly. His hand then slid under the waistband of her skirt and gripped her underwear: soft and lacey, they seemed well suited to her personality. He wrapped two fingers around the edges and tugged them down forcefully. She let out a moan as his hand stroked past her pussy. One hand smoothed her cheek comfortingly while the other dropped his own underwear.

"Shh" he whispered in her ear and she shut her eyes, relaxing. His hand stayed firmly on her cheek as he flipped her onto her back and pressed his hips down against her skirt, his dick sliding past to press gently against her vagina. He only now pushed down her bra to let her breasts fall free. "Ready?" he asked. His firm hands groped her breasts harder with every second she didn't answer. It took her a moment to register his question and then another few to enjoy his touch on her boobs. Another few moments were spared after that to genuinely feel ready. All the while his hands pushed and pulled her breasts roughly, his thumbs stroking her erect nipples. She nodded.

That was the signal Clark had been waiting for as he thrust into her. She moaned out but his hand continued to cup her face reassuringly. He thrust again; the moan was softer and more pleasurable. He grinned and started to thrust more consistently. She didn't stop moaning all the time he penetrated her but it wasn't a problem. Her moans aroused Superman and they were moans of pleasure not pain.

Her hips buckled beneath him as he thrust into her. Her breasts bounced in front of him with each push and his tongue ran along them enhancing her pleasure. Her small soft hands gripped his hair for comfort. It didn't hurt him and it wasn't intended to, the two were simply becoming one for a time. The way her face scrunched up each time he thrust amused Clark but not as much as her boobs did. They were different t others, she tasted different. He assumed it was her Martian heritage but whatever it was it was good. It was almost fruity.

She was so sweet and innocent, Superman found himself intoxicated by her. It was strange but he couldn't hurt her, it was like he needed to protect her. Her sweet innocence, that intoxicating taste, the beauty of her hair: he needed her to be his. "How does it feel?" he asked as he screwed her. "I feel... vulnerable. And powerless." She admitted, "Yet... safe." There was a look of calm on her face that concurred with her statement. Clark nodded. "Good. You are safe; you are mine and I always protect my property."

Her response was a loud moan at a particularly deep thrust. It hadn't taken long for her to cum but he had kept on going, renewing her arousal with each thrust and causing further orgasms. She was his. A deep-down part of her liked that a lot. His hand released her cheek and stroked down the back of her. He ran it down her slim curvy back which was arched beneath him and tightly gripped her butt. "I'm close..." he whispered. Her head threw back with another orgasm and he laughed. "Now I will mark you as my own..." He ejaculated. His cum meshed with hers and she was left breathing heavily in his arms.

He rolled off her to re-clothe and she did likewise. Then he scooped her into his arms and smiled down at her. "Let me show you the Fortress of Solitude. You'll like it there. You'll be staying there." With that he took off from the ground.

The Watchtower

Batman looked across at Wonder Woman. She, The Flash, Black Canary and Zatanna had answered his call and met him for his warning. "Superman is an enemy." He started. "The meteorite we encountered was a new form of Kryptonite and Superman has been changed, possibly beyond repair. He is as we speak scouring the planet for sexual fulfilment. Lois Lane and Lana Lang have been taken into hiding but Oracle's analysis suggests that he is only after the most powerful: Super-Heroines. Several of our younger associates have already fallen victim to him. The hormones his body is currently producing leaves any women he encounters completely subservient and enthralled. The mission is simple: Superman must be stopped, by any means necessary..."