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A Weekend in Lois Lane	By : Dandello2000 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Superman (All Movies) > Superman (All Movies) Views: 5679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It didn’t take long for Clark to clean up the bedroom. Despite its apparent opulence, the bedspread was actually washable. Within moments the room looked as though it hadn’t just been the scene of what amounted to an orgy.
Richard and Lois kept surprising him. Lois was utterly wanton, and Richard… Clark had never imagined that being with a man in that way could be so ‘comfortable’. Yes, the parts didn’t fit together quite as well as a man and woman, but that didn’t matter. His first lover hadn’t been as gentle or considerate as Richard although that hadn’t mattered at the time.
Clark had accompanied a friend across Europe to her home, a small nearly forgotten nation tucked between India and China. While there he heard of a marvelous library at one of the monasteries even higher in the mountains. He went up into the mountains, found the ancient community, and was granted admittance. There was one other Westerner there aside from the Master, a young man a few years older than Clark with the hard eyes of someone who had seen too much of the evil in the world. The eyes of someone who was working hard to come to terms with evil, and failing.
The Master assigned Clark to work with Bruce and placed them in the same cubicle. In trade for access to the library, Clark was to train as one of the Master’s acolytes and Bruce was assigned to be his trainer. It was harder than Clark had realized to stay in close proximity to another person and not give himself away. Everywhere else in his travels he’d been able to disappear when questions started being asked about miraculous rescues, or Clark’s oddities like not needing much sleep, or drinking scalding coffee without flinching.
If Bruce noticed anything, he didn’t mention it. Bruce also didn’t mention his nightmares, even though he woke Clark up with his screams. Clark found that holding the other man in his arms seemed to soothe him back to sleep. After a few days they simply slept on the same hard pallet. It was easier that way. Later, Clark wasn’t sure which one of them had made the first move to take their relationship to the next level, or why. He only knew that Bruce had wanted him in a sexual way and he had agreed.
Clark’s first attempts at lovemaking had been cliché-edly clumsy but Bruce had been as patient a teacher there as he was strict with everything else. But Bruce also never gave much of himself away – there was always a barrier, a wall Clark couldn’t get beyond, a vein of selfishness that made Clark know that he was never first in Bruce’s thoughts. Still, it was an incredible time and Clark had wished it could last forever. But nothing lasts forever. Clark finished his studies in the library. There was no reason to stay except for Bruce.
“Go,” Bruce ordered. “If you stay, the Master will force you to train to be something you don’t want to be.”
“Then come with me,” Clark said.
The older man shook his head. “I still have things to learn, things to do here. And I can’t do them if you’re here.”
“But I can help…”
“Go home, Clark. Go home now.” With that, Bruce turned on his heel and walked away. Clark called to him but Bruce didn’t look back. He didn’t sleep in their room that night. The next day Clark left to return to the U.S. and eventually Metropolis.
Then there was Lois – brilliant, obstinate, difficult, sexy. It had been love at first sight, and the beginnings of a bizarre triangle that was just now sorting itself out. Clark Kent was in love with Lois Lane, but Lois was head over heels in love with Superman, never realizing that clumsy Clark who sat beside her in the newsroom was also the costumed superhero that loomed so large in so many women’s fantasies.
And now…? Now Clark was involved with both Lois and her fiancé and neither of them seemed to mind. In fact, watching him with Richard seemed to be as big a turn on for Lois as having her toy pulsing inside her. He’d been able to smell her arousal getting stronger and stronger. He’d almost asked her to sit on his face while he was inside Richard but that wouldn’t have been fair to Richard. The man had deserved his undivided attention – something Clark had never gotten from Bruce.
Richard and Lois were walking along the beach, looking for a good place to sit down for picnic. They were both still wearing the Kryptonian garb and had put on the tunics – no sense getting sunburned and the fabric had the marvelous property of staying at 75 degrees no matter what the air temperature was.
From his vantage point on the steps, Clark spotted the perfect place for a picnic. He floated down to the flat rock with the cooler in hand. The rock was perfect. Clark spread the white cotton table cloth over the rock. It wasn’t the one Lois had packed – that one was vinyl and wasn’t suited for what Clark had in mind.
“Guys, over here,” he called as he uncorked the wine. It was nicely chilled, condensation running down the bottle like sweat running down the steaming breasts of a well fucked woman on a hot afternoon.
Richard and Lois found Clark just as he finished unpacking the cooler. Lois raised one eyebrow when she saw that the ‘table’ was empty – the food was in chilled bowls on the surrounding rocks.
Clark beckoned Lois to come closer. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmured as he pulled the tunic over her head. Then he unfastened the leggings, caressing her skin as he pulled them down to her ankles. Her jewelry was still in place, her labia open wide, exposing her clit and inner folds. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she shivered.
“Lie down,” he ordered, indicating the cloth. Lois gave Richard a curious look and the other man shrugged. Wordlessly, Lois sat on the narrow cloth covered rock and lay down. Clark positioned her body so her ass was on the edge of the makeshift table. Then he spread her thighs, pulling her legs back and tying her wrists to her ankles with white silk rope. Her back arched slightly and, although her breasts were flattened by gravity, her brown pink nipples were pointing jauntily skywards, just waiting to be teased.
As Clark prepared Lois, Richard stripped down then stood back to watch. Clark took one of the bowls of chilled fruit and placed the pieces on Lois’s chest and belly and thighs, securing the melon chunks, berries and grapes with Neufchatel cheese to keep the fruit from falling off. Then he did the same with the cubes of cheddar and jack Lois had prepared earlier.
“You set a very luscious table,” Richard said, admiring Clark’s handiwork. “But where to start?”
“Hey, I’m hungry, too,” Lois complained. Clark grinned at her complaint – Lois was always hungry when she wasn’t actively engaged with work or something else. Luckily her metabolism was high enough that she burned through the calories like a racehorse.
He filled his mouth with wine then kissed her, allowing the wine to gush into her mouth. Her tongue lashed at his greedily. He backed away and stuffed slid a peeled banana into her mouth, pumping it up and down as if fucking her with it. She grabbed it with her teeth and finished it off, opening her mouth for more. Then she shivered.
Clark looked over to see Richard pouring little driblets of cold wine over her breasts and down her belly. Then the other man licked the liquid up, picking up fruit and cheese with his tongue. Lois’s nipples were fully erect, the skin of her aureoles puckered up in small knots beneath the shields. Richard kneaded one breast as he licked the other.
Clark dropped more food, rolled up turkey slices this time, into Lois’s waiting, eager mouth. She was like a baby bird, demanding to have food stuffed down her throat. Clark marveled at how sensuous she was, naked, tied down, helpless. “Want another kind of meat?” he whispered in her ear.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she murmured back. He dropped his own clothes on the sandy ground and straddled her, his cock teasing her mouth. He marveled for a moment at how his own inhibitions had disappeared. Before yesterday he hadn’t even dared dream of asking Lois to allow him to do this, much less doing it with someone watching. But having an audience made it that much more exciting.
She raised her head and grabbed his cock in her mouth, running her lower teeth and tongue over the delicate underside of his penis. He wove his fingers through her hair, helping her keep her head up as he thrust into her mouth. She moaned and the vibrations sent shivers up his spine. She moaned and squirmed but when he tried to pull back she raised her head even further, refusing to release him. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take in his entire length. It was incredible, all the sensations that were concentrated along the length of his cock inside her warm, wet mouth.
He could hear Richard behind him, slurping up wine and food morsels and attending to other parts of Lois’s body. Then that sound stopped and Richard was in front of him, kissing his mouth. Clark tasted fruit and Lois’s juices on Richard’s tongue. Richard ran his hands down Clark’s chest, fingers caressing his nipples, gently tugging on the chain that linked the nipple rings.
Clark found himself rising onto his toes as pressure built up in his calves, ran up his thighs and finally exploded into Lois’s eager mouth. She sucked a few seconds more, as if trying to get the last drops of milk shake from the bottom of a glass. Finally she dropped her head back and he let loose of her hair. She was breathing hard, skin flushed, eyes dark with a hunger that wanted more than just food.
“Ready for more?” Richard asked her. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue at him. He held a ripe strawberry out, teasing her as she reached for it with only her tongue. Her tongue lapped at the fruit and he pressed it between her lips. The rich red juice colored her mouth and ran down the side of her face. Clark bent down to lick the sticky sweetness off.
“Your dessert’s waiting for you,” Richard told him, jerking his head to indicate the lower part of Lois’s body. Wordlessly, Clark moved to kneel between Lois’s open thighs while Richard took Clark’s place straddling Lois’s face.
Richard moaned as Lois started licking his scrotum.
Clark studied Lois’s nether mouth for a moment. She was incredibly wet and her clit was hard, straining against the padded fingers of the clamp. He didn’t waste time on gentle teasing this time. He placed his hands on her thighs and ran his tongue up her slit to her clit, taking the clamp into his mouth and nibbling on her nub. She arched her back even further as trying to impale herself on his tongue. He licked the moistness from her folds, sucking her dry before rolling his tongue and forcing it inside her. She tasted uniquely ‘Lois’. His tongue hit something inside her. Then he realized what Richard had meant when he said ‘Your dessert’s waiting for you.’ A quick check with x-ray vision confirmed it – Richard had placed half a dozen grapes inside of her. Clark sucked them out, one at a time. They were an incredible treat, sweet fruit warmed by her body, basted in the sweetness of her arousal.
She quivered under his hands, or under Richard’s ministrations – it was hard to tell, but it didn’t really matter. All the signs her body was giving indicated she was enjoying what they were doing with her, to her. She was thrumming like a finely tuned string instrument. She was waiting to be played.
The ice in the fruit bowls was melting but there were still a few pieces – not that it mattered. He could make more ice, but controlling the temperature of it was always a challenge. He didn’t want to burn her.
He dropped an ice chip into the dip of her navel. She moaned, but it could have been from Richard tweaking her nipples as she sucked him. More ice. He trailed it down her belly to her brown curly thatch. She jumped as he pressed a piece against her clit before slipping more chips inside her. He ran an icy finger down her slit to her ass, pushing a finger inside next to the clip that held the bottom crystal dangle. She gasped as he ran another finger around her rim. Again, he licked her, the now warm water of the melted mixing with her juices. A small flood stained the white cloth beneath her.
She strained toward him when he stopped to change position.
“Do you want more?” he asked. Richard’s shaft was still in her mouth but she managed to nod. He went back to the task at hand, placing fingers inside her, searching for her g-spot as his thumb circled her clit. He could feel her internal muscles clamping down on his fingers. He suckled her clit, plunging his fingers into her in time with Richard’s rhythmic thrusting.
Her moans grew louder but her scent still indicated no pain or fear. Richard convulsed once, gasping Lois’s name and Clark knew he had finally come. One more deep thrust of Clark’s fingers into her cunt and Lois gave a guttural scream. Her bound hands were clenched into tight fists as she bucked against the ropes.
Richard got off her and Clark realized Lois’s face was covered with tears. He hurried to untie her, frightened that despite his watching, despite his attempt to keep her safe from harm, that somehow she’d been hurt. She melted into Richard’s arms, weeping on his chest as he rubbed her back. There were red marks on her skin where the ropes had rubbed her raw during her struggles.
Clark stepped back and began to collect the remains of the food. He wanted to give them some space. Obviously she’d been hurt, otherwise why would she be crying?
After a few minutes, her sobs subsided.
“I’m so sorry,” Clark managed to get out.
Lois looked over at him, confusion written across her face. Richard was chuckling. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, Clark,” Richard said. “She’s just over-stimulated and over-tired.”
“I thought I’d hurt…”
“Oh Clark,” Lois said, wiping her face with her hand. “I’m fine. It was just so… overwhelming. I never imagined anything like that, and I’m glad I don’t have to go to work tomorrow because I may not be able to walk.” She stretched, pushing her hands into the sky. Her breasts bobbed invitingly. “I almost wish there’d been cameras. We could make a fortune in porn. But then I’d need something bigger than a two-by-four to beat off everyone who’d want to do you two.”
“You’re sure you’re okay?” Clark asked.
“Just hungry,” Lois said. “Sex that good really takes it out of a girl.”
-o-o-o-
“I’m serious about having him move in, you know,” Lois told Richard as they strolled the beach waiting for Clark.
“So am I,” Richard said amiably. “It’d be good to have an extra set of eyes and hands to help with Jason. And who better than his father to get him through the weirder spots?”
“People will talk.”
Richard shrugged. “They’re already talking. But if it makes you feel better, we can tell everybody we’re just letting him stay until he finds a place of his own.”
She gazed into his blue eyes. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
He grinned. “I’m living with Superman’s baby-mama and, inexperienced or not, he’s one of the best man-fucks I’ve had in a long time. Somewhere, somehow, I must’ve done something good.”
The tropical sun was hot on their heads and hands, but the tunics Clark gave them kept them both cool. It was nice to just walk along the beach without a care in the world. Richard reached a hand under her top to fondle a breast. She captured his mouth, suckling his tongue as his other hand fondled her ass.
She reached down and grabbed his cock. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but he was getting there. Lois marveled at how uninhibited they both were this weekend. Last night had been pushing the envelope to the point of breaking – their bondage and sensation play had never been exactly extreme. The idea of doing it was more tantalizing than the actual execution. Even on the campout where Richard had told her that people were watching him play with her, spread-eagled and naked, she knew in some part of her mind that he was making it up. She knew they were well away from the trail. She knew there was no one else around for miles.
But adding Clark to the mix had taken everything to a whole other level. Today it seemed there were no boundaries. Who would have imagined that Clark was so imaginative and uninhibited? Who would have imagined that shy country boy Clark would willingly, even cheerfully, make love to a man with her looking on?
“Guys, over here,” Clark called from somewhere up ahead. Lois and Richard followed his voice, coming around a jagged boulder to find Clark putting on the finishing touches to their picnic lunch. Crystal bowls, filled with ice and food, were sitting on rocks surrounding a flat boulder covered with white cloth. It looked like an altar.
Clark undressed her, kissing her, caressing her, then had her lie on the rock. He tied her down, wide open, waiting to be used, waiting to be sacrificed to the god Lust. She tried to stay still as Clark decorated her chest, belly, and thighs with icy fruit and cheese.
Clark kissed her with a mouthful of wine but that wasn’t what she was hungry for. He teased her with a banana, fucking her face with it. Richard poured something cold down her body and licked it up, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She was wet with desire, wanting – needing – to be filled.
Clark fed her pieces of fruit and rolled up meat slices. He knew how she was always running on empty. Before he disappeared Clark was the one who always made sure she ate properly. “Want another kind of meat?” he whispered in her ear after a short time.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she murmured back. Then he was straddling her, naked, his engorged cock teasing her lips. She raised her head and caught him in her mouth, surprising him. He grabbed her head in one hand, forcing himself further into her mouth. She sucked on him hard. She knew Richard liked it when she sucked hard. It seemed that Clark liked it too.
Richard was licking and nibbling his way down her body, playing with her exposed folds. He licked her clit, sticking fingers inside her, finding her g-spot. She didn’t want him to stop, but he did, turning his attentions to Clark’s mouth.
Clark gushed into her mouth and she sucked him even harder, getting the last bit of goodness from him. Clark let go of her hair, letting her head drop back. She was breathing hard. Mouth fucking Richard had never gotten her off quite this thoroughly.
“Ready for more?” Richard asked her. She moaned and nodded. The men traded places, Richard now straddling her, ready for her to take him. Clark’s tongue on her folds sent waves of pleasure all through her. He sucked on her, flicking his tongue in and out.
Clark ran ice down her belly, pressing it against her clit before sticking it inside. Then he explored her ass with icy fingers. It was all she could do to keep from coming when he began licking and sucking her again, shoving fingers inside her. She clamped down on his fingers, urging him to go deeper. He thrust into her in time with Richard fucking her mouth.
She was close, so very close. Richard shuddered and came. Lois moaned as Clark thrust his fingers into her one more time, rubbing her clit with his thumb. He could have put his whole hand into her snatch, she was so loose, so close. She convulsed as waves of orgasm washed over her. She didn’t want it to stop yet she couldn’t take any more. She was shaking and crying from the intensity of it.
She was untied and Richard pulled her up to his chest, murmuring reassuringly to her.
“I’m so sorry,” Clark stammered. He was standing there looking worried and lost.
“Oh Clark,” Lois said, realizing what he must be thinking. He was so sweet and innocent in some ways and so worldly in others. “I was just a little overwhelmed, that’s all. And now I’m hungry. Sex that good really takes it out of a girl.”
Her two men took turns feeding her strawberries, melon balls, and little rolls of shaved meat. It was sensuous rather than sexy. All three of them were basking in the afterglow of their mutual pleasure. Lois wished she had brought a camera – she had never seen Clark as comfortable in his own skin as he was now, sitting naked except for jewelry on a stone altar popping strawberries and melon balls into her and Richard’s mouths.
Lois smiled indulgently at the two men. She didn’t really want this day to end. It was beyond any fantasy she’d had before and returning to the mundane world felt so anticlimactic. She smiled to herself. It really was ‘anticlimactic’.
“Did you find Luthor?” Richard was asking Clark.
“I found a chewed on body that could well have been his,” Clark replied. “But he’s clever. I’m pretty sure the DNA matches, but it’s going to take some pretty sophisticated testing to prove the body I found wasn’t a clone or simulacrum of some kind.”
“Do you really think that’s possible?” Richard asked.
Clark shrugged. “He had access to some pretty sophisticated technology. It’s hard to say what other abominations he could have tricked up besides that island. I hope he’s dead but I’m afraid he may not be. And if he isn’t, I’m afraid of what I might do to stop him.”
Lois laid a hand on his knee. “You know we’re all in this together, right?”
He ran a thumb down her cheek. “I know. It’s just… I’ve been alone for so long and I messed things up so badly when I left.”
“It’s okay, Clark,” Lois said. “You came back and now you’re here with us.” She fingered the chains he still wore. “Just out of morbid curiosity, what gave you this idea?”
He actually blushed, his cheeks and chest turning pink. “They’re actually Kryptonian wedding gear,” he said. “When youngsters our age are ready to make a long term commitment to one another, they register the fact and wear the robes and jewelry to the bonding ceremony. In fact, I left out a couple pieces. During the ceremony, the genital jewelry is chained together as well. It represents the connection between the members of the bonded couple or group.”
Lois ran fingernail over the cock ring he was still wearing. “So if we were on Krypton, you and Richard would be wearing chain leashes and you’d both be chained to my pussy dangles?”
“And to each other,” Clark confirmed.
“I thought Krypton was supposed to be intellectual and enlightened,” Lois said with a grin.
“They were,” Clark said. “As well as vain and short-sighted. But emphasizing pursuits of the mind doesn’t necessarily mean ignoring the needs of the body. And since procreation was separate from sex and property rights were separate from bonding, the young were expected to explore and experiment before settling down into their roles in society.”
“It sounds ‘alien’,” Richard said.
“It was,” Clark said. “Like I told you yesterday, my birth parents were considered more than a little odd. They were genetically compatible and monogamous. I gather that most couples were neither. If we were on Krypton, Lois would be impregnated by a genetically compatible male. There’d be no guarantee that’d be one of us. If male, the child would be given to his sire or the sire’s birth family. Females were left with their mothers.”
“So, you’d take Jason,” Richard pointed out.
“This isn’t Krypton,” Clark reminded him. “I may be Jason’s sire, but I’m not foolish enough to think I deserve more than you’re willing to give me. You’re his daddy.”
Clark looked so despondent. Lois ran a hand down his back, trying to comfort him. His skin was warm and she wondered why it took so long before for her to realize that about him. He was always so warm. Like Superman was always so warm.
Clark gave her a tentative smile.
“We’re serious about having you move into the spare bedroom,” Lois said. The conversation was turning surreal. Three naked people sitting around discussing the son they shared between them.
“People will talk,” Clark reminded her.
“We’ll tell them it’s just until you find a place,” Richard said. “We can’t have you living out of the store room. Perry’s going to get suspicious, if he isn’t already.”
“You know how it’s been,” Clark reminded her. The past two weeks since Superman’s miraculous rescue of the entire planet from Luthor’s mad schemes had been hectic, to say the least. Everyone who could make it into to work had been putting in long hours covering the recovery of the city and the search for Luthor.
Richard frowned as though something curious had just occurred to him. “So, on Krypton, the three of us could be married?”
“Bonding isn’t quite the same as marriage, but essentially yes. Why?”
Richard was playing with the dangles hanging from Clark’s cock ring. Clark was getting hard again and so was Richard. And despite her own soreness, Lois felt butterflies in her belly and a warm moistness between her legs.
“I never dreamed I’d want two people as much as I want both of you,” Richard said. He leaned over and gently kissed the tip of Clark’s penis. “And you have no idea how much I want this to last. I’m fallen helplessly, hopelessly in love with you. I don’t want to live a life without both of you in it. We can’t be married that way in Metropolis…”
“You want the three of us to marry?” Lois asked. “In the Kryptonian way?”
“Is that so crazy?” Richard asked.
“We can register the bonding at the Fortress,” Clark said. “Besides, you haven’t seen the Fortress.”
“Wait,” Lois said, remembering what she’d seen before Luthor unleashed his terror onto the world. “Luthor had some of your crystals on the boat.”
“He only took the data back-ups and a copy of what I guess you’d call a stripped down operating system. Just enough to maintain security and keep the place running while I was away,” Clark said. “But one of the things Luthor did do was damage some of the power relays so no one else would be able to access the Fortress’s data. Luckily he didn’t really know what he was doing. The damage was actually very minor. It took me, maybe, an hour to find and fix everything he did. I beefed up security, too. There shouldn’t be any more intuders.”
Lois studied Clark’s face. Richard was licking his cock, but Clark was watching Lois. “Lois, would you agree to be bonded to Richard and myself?”
“Does that mean you won’t run off to another planet without telling anyone?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then I would be honored to be bonded to you and Richard.”
Clark’s face lit up and Lois was pretty sure it wasn’t all due to Richard’s attentions.
Lois only had vague, dreamlike recollections of the one and only time she visited Superman’s Arctic home. She remembered being held close in his arms as they approached the unearthly structure. She remembered being amazed at the hard ethereal beauty of the crystals. There had been nothing soft or easy about the Fortress unless Clark was there or rather, Kal-El. Kal-El was the person behind both Clark, the shy reporter for the Daily Planet, and Superman, the larger than life super hero.
It was Kal-El who was flying them north.
He was carrying both her and Richard this time, one under each arm. They twined their legs about his and clasped at each other with their hands. As before, the spires of the Fortress appeared out of a white fog. The structure’s size was deceptive. It seemed delicate and fragile until you realized the smallest column was nearly a meter in diameter.
Kal-El gently set them on their feet on one of the higher platforms. He stepped forward and a crystal console rose from the floor. He touched one crystal on the console – Lois would have been hard put to say which one – and it chimed musically. The entire structure seemed to chime with it.
A drawer opened on the console. Kal-El pulled three one-meter long silver and crystal chains from it. He pulled off his tunic and attached two of the chains to his cock ring. Then he knelt in front of Lois and Richard. He hooked the last chain and one of the free chain ends to Richard’s cock ring, linking them together. Then the last two free ends went to the clips on Lois’s labia. Now they were linked together by virtually unbreakable bonds.
Kal-El kissed the attachment points, delicately teasing them with his tongue. After a moment, he stood and stepped back to the console. Lois and Richard were forced to move with him.
Kal-El touched a different crystal. “Father,” he called. A translucent figure appeared, hovering several feet from the floor.
“Yes, my son?” a deep voice asked. It didn’t seem to have a specific origin as it echoed through the space.
“Father,” Kal-El said solemnly, “I wish to introduce you to my bond mates, Lois of the House of Lane and Richard of the House of White. We wish our bonding to be recorded in the records of the House of El.”
“Kal-El my son, are you certain of this? Have you considered how this bonding will affect your mission?”
“I have considered it, Father. I do not believe it possible for me to continue my mission without them.”
The figure seemed to consider Kal-El’s statement and Lois had a sudden vision of another time she’d seen the same figure. She couldn’t place exactly when it happened, but she knew it was a memory, not a dream.
“If you will not be Kal-El,” the figure had told him. “If you will live as one of them... love their kind as one of them, then it follows that you must become... one of them.”
A piece of the wall had opened up to reveal an inner chamber. “This crystal chamber has in it the harnessed rays of the red sun of Krypton,” the figure said. “Once exposed to them, all your great powers on Earth will disappear. Forever. Once it is done, there is no going back. You will feel like an ordinary man. You can be harmed like an ordinary man...”
The rest was like a nightmare – Kal-El walked into the chamber and Clark stepped out. Powerless, mortal Clark. Clark who died inside every time a disaster was shown on the news. Clark who gave up everything for her.
Lois had to concentrate on what Jor-El was saying now. At least this time he didn’t seem disappointed in his son. He wasn't glaring at her for corrupting his son and enticing him to abandon the innocents of Earth.
“If you are certain that your bonding will not interfere with you assisting those in need, then you have my blessing,” the image of the Kryptonian elder said. “Lois of the House of Lane and Richard of the House of White, welcome to the House of El. My best wishes for your happiness together.” The image smiled paternally at them.
“Father,” Kal-El called.
“Yes, my son?”
“Lois and I…” Kal-El began then faltered. Lois took his hand and she noted Richard doing the same on his other side.
“Yes, my son?”
“We will be raising our son together,” Kal-El said. “Mine and Lois’s. Richard stood in my place while I was gone. He acted as my son’s father in my absence. He is both my bond mate and my brother. I wanted you to know this.”
“Is the child here?”
“No, Father,” Kal-El said. “The mores of this culture deem it inappropriate for him to attend our bonding ceremony. However, we will bring him to meet you in the near future.”
“I look forward to it.” With that, the image disappeared.
Kal-El let go of a breath he probably didn’t even know he’d been holding. “That went better than I was expecting,” he said.
“Is that all?” Richard asked.
Kal-El grinned at him, grabbing him and Lois around their waists and flying up to a ‘balcony’ on an upper level.
Lois remembered this area as well – the bedroom with its large silver draped bed. Kal-El sent them down beside the bed.
“The bonding ceremony comes down from the far past, when consummation needed to be proven for the sake of securing the inheritance of the property of the House for the offspring of the union,” Kal-El explained.
“You mean we have to do this in front of witnesses?” Richard asked.
“The Fortress will be recording this, yes. Why? Are you shy?” Kal-El came back with a grin, tugging on the chain that bound him and Richard together.
Lois watched as Kal-El kissed Richard. She pulled on both the chains attached to her labial dangles, bringing both men closer to her. She insinuated herself between them, kissing Kal-El and nibbling his lower lip. Richard caressed her breasts and kissed her neck while Kal-El ran hands down her body. His touch was hot against her naked skin. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, impaling her on his engorged shaft. She wrapped her legs around his waist, staring into his eyes before closing the distance between their mouths once again. Her tongue explored the inside of his oral cavity as his tongue had explored her cavities, inside and out.
He lowered them both so that she was propped against the edge of the bed and he was on his knees. She relaxed her grip around his waist and felt Richard move in to caress her knees and legs and Kal-El’s back and butt while Kal-El kept up his thrusting.
Kal-El gasped, pausing in his rhythmic thrusting. Lois opened her eyes to see Richard smiling back at her over Kal-El’s shoulder and she guessed what had just happened – Richard had just taken Kal-El from the rear.
“I hope your father’s enjoying the show,” Lois whispered into his ear.
“I’m sure he is,” Kal-El whispered back before retaking her mouth. He groaned and his eyelids fluttered and Lois wondered, for just a moment, if having Richard inside him felt as good as having him inside her. Then all coherent thought disappeared as she felt the inner electricity build. It finally discharged like thunder rolling through her body.
Kal-El kept thrusting and she knew he and Richard weren’t finished. She lay back on the bed, propped up on one elbow, and watched Kal-El’s iron hard shaft as it pulled nearly free and then plunged deep inside again and again. There was something extremely satisfying in watching him fuck her.
She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked over to see holographic images of the three of them suspended in mid-air. Not only were there images of the three of them, but also close ups of Kal-El penetrating her, Richard fucking Kal-El, Lois playing with her own breasts.
It was incredibly pornographic. It was also an incredible turn on. She tightened her internal muscles around Kal-El’s shaft and felt him pump inside her. Then Richard gasped and bucked and she knew he had come as well. The three of them uncoupled and lay back on the bed, catching their breaths.
“Is it my imagination, or do we just keep getting better?” Richard asked, grinning.
“We’re becoming in tune with one another on a different level than most humans,” Kal-El stated. “Kryptonians were somewhat empathic with their bond mates, especially during sex. For some couples, it even went beyond that. They could almost feel what their mate was thinking even outside of the sex act.”
“So I may be able to feel what the two of you are feeling?” Lois asked. This was something she’d never considered. Superman had never mentioned empathic linking as being one of his abilities.
Kal-El seemed to consider her question. “I think it more likely that I feel what the two of you are feeling, but it’s possible that you and Richard could share that between the two of you, since that part of your mind has been awakened to the possibility. I suspect you were already fairly well in tune with one another.”
Richard’s fingers were walking across Kal-El’s chest. “That makes for some intriguing possibilities during sex.”
Lois felt Kal-El’s chuckle reverberating though his broad chest as he lay with his arms around both of them. Then he stilled. “I wish this could last like this forever. That we didn’t have to worry about the rest of the world.”
“Welcome to the human condition. Work, taxes, car pools, and left-overs,” Richard quipped.
“Sounds wonderful,” Kal-El responded.
“You are moving in, aren’t you?” Lois asked hopefully.
He smiled at her. “I think Perry would appreciate it if I moved out of the storage closet.”
-o-o-o-
Richard White looked out over the newsroom, looking for two of his favorite people. He smiled as he spotted Clark and Lois coming out of the elevators. Lois was waving her hands as she explained something to her partner while they hurried to their desks. Clark was nodding seriously in bright-eyed dorkiness, pushing his glasses up as they threatened to slide down his nose in their perpetual battle with gravity.
Had it only been a month since he’d invited the tall Midwesterner to join him and Lois in a weekend of fun and games? Richard marveled at how well things had fallen together. Clark had moved his few possessions into the spare bedroom, and Jason was delighted that his best buddy, who happened to be Superman, was living with them.
No one in the newsroom had even noticed that Clark arrived with Lois and Richard nearly every morning. No one noticed that Jason had started calling Clark ‘Uncle Clark’ and Lois’s grace in accepting Clark’s adoption into the family should have brought a few snide comments from the more cynical members of the bullpen. To Richard’s surprise, Clark Kent was still invisible in the newsroom. Maybe that was exactly how it should be, Richard mused. Mad Dog Lane and her quiet knight errant going out to tilt at windmills and giants while the man who loved them both smoothed their way while no one cared to see what was right in front of them.
Lois said something to Clark and the man blushed furiously. Richard didn’t need super-hearing to know what she’d said. It was another date weekend coming up and it was Lois’s turn to plan it. She was, no doubt, getting Clark wound up for tonight.
Lois spotted him watching them and waved him over. “I don’t have time to go grab lunch so Clark was going to go get something,” she announced. “So, what do you want?”
“Chinese sounds good,” Richard said.
Lois chuckled. “Chinese always sounds good to you.” She turned to Clark. “That place with the funny Chinese fortunes, is that still around?”
Clark gave her a cheerful grin. “Bring an assortment?”
“Extra potstickers and hot mustard,” she ordered, waving him off.
Richard watched Clark lope away before turning back to Lois. “What did you say to make him blush like that?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
Lois grinned cheekily. “Cat told me about this new dance club in the Diamond Quarter.”
“And?” Richard prompted.
“And, people go there in costume. I told Clark we should go as kinky Kryptonians, complete with bond chains.”
Richard felt himself blushing. “Is that what you have planned for tonight?”
“Maybe. Or we could have a quiet night in. Watch a movie, make a movie…”
“You are evil,” Richard whispered. “I can’t wait to get home…”
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A Weekend in Lois Lane