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Betrothed	By : keraziekane Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 3593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Next Chapter = Smut. PROMISE!

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Maxima sighed at her prize and bent down to pick him up, slinging an arm over her shoulder. She panted lightly, shifting him to a comfortable position for a moment.

"That is it, darling. You are going on a diet." She said quietly as she lifted themselves off the ground and flew him back to her palace in Almerac.

She had her maidens, who were always scantily dressed, clean him up. Although it took several hours, she was surprised that he was still out like a light. None the less, she had him placed into one of her largest beds in the largest room in her palace.

Although none of the Almerac clothing to fit the brute and she was not going to have him wear that dingy...commoner clothing that he wore prior to their engagement, she had him brought in naked and made sure he was covered well.

Her maidens, about half a dozen, stormed into the room. They littered Almerac petals all over the bed and floor. Fluffed up his pillows, even laying out a box of cigars by the bedside. Maxima had dutifully, as his future wife, went through his belongings and found the half chewed cigar of his and ordered a brand new box for him.

She had disappeared for the moment, wanting to change into something more...comfortable...for when her darling decided to awake from his slumber. Unknowingly to her, she forgot that he was still a savage man in a room with half-naked women.

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Such a hit probably wouldn't have normally knocked him out for so long, but his fight Superman then with Darkseid's kid had vexed him a good bit more than he'd admit and he took quite a few hits there too. In any case he came to, and realized his dream was not in fact a dream at all, he was laying in a bed, stark raving naked and surrounded by beautiful women in the most lavish place he'd ever been, the fabric of the bed softer than anything he'd ever really felt, although he hardly ever even slept with a blanket or on a bed, the point was taken!

He was surprised, shocked, when he took a breath in to not have the lovely but stinging after taste of his favorite alcohol in his mouth, but rather a minty freshness that was completely alien to him. As such he smacked his lips together a bit and realized that he smelled...different...he was fragrant in something also alien to him. He shook a bit of residual pain out of his head, clearing a barbed dread lock from his point of view he brought a hand to his face. So smooth, he hadn't had it in such a way since he was a boy. No Stubble.

What the frag who gave me the geekwad full body makeover while I was out? and what the frag knocked me out? Someone’s gonna-

His train of thought immediately halted and began on other things when the handmaidens were noticed, one bending down in front of him to give him a bit of a drink from a golden looking chalice, -when he found his clothes, he'd have to pocket it- and in doing so he got a great view of her scantily clad curves, with a smirk.

"Hey, this bed sure is gettin' lonely...C'MERE!"

They knew he was forbidden but he was so unlike any other man on Almerac he was captivating in that manner and as he wrapped his arms around them the two of them against him hard, his tongue encircling ones ear they both giggled giddily.

Maxima hummed quietly as she made her way down the hall, wearing a thin green robe that was fit for royalty. She halted as she neared Lobo's room. Her eyes narrowed as she heard the maidens giggling wildly as well as a bunch of cluttering noises going on.

Clenching her fist tightly she stormed into the room, blasting the doors open as the bottom of her long robe billowed from the gust. The two girls on the bed with Lobo looked at her, their eyes wide.

"HARLOTS!" She screeched as she made her way to the bed. The two maidens climbed from Lobo and bowed in font of her for forgiveness.

"GET OUT!! GET OUT!" She cried and she pointed angrily at the door, even going so far as picking a girl up by her hair and tossing her out.

She brought her murderous gaze back to Lobo only to have them soften and a smile caress her lips. Lobo had been having himself a good ole time when he had heard the door slam open and the screaming of the banshee woman that was Maxima, Queen of all Almerac. The 'uh oh' look he had on his face reminiscent of one he might've had as a boy when his mother caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing and he got his hide tanned for it.

Of course ever the appreciator of corporal punishment he couldn't help but smirk at the misfortune and manhandling of one of the women as Maxima tossed her about and then turned her gaze on his naked Czarnian form. He was going to assert himself then, put his foot down, angrily, forcefully and make her give him all his things back and maybe murder a few of her guards bloodily to get his point across that he was NOT the man to be trifled with.

"Good morning, my darling." She cooed as she crawled into bed with him, resting her head on his shoulder and hand on his chest.

"Did you have a good rest?" She asked, looking up at him with an adoring stare. "Are you hungry? Do you thirst for something?"

She sat up and shouted at a maiden who came from the bathroom, "YOU! Get my betrothal a feast fit for a king. And bring his nurishment. He must be parched!"

She smiled calmly back at Lobo as the maiden returned with another one, carrying tray upon tray of food and drink, leaving them on a table near the bed.

"Come, my love. Eat your fill." She cooed quietly as she picked a grape and held it by his lips.

Of course the moment he did she was already waiting on him hand and foot, having shoved a grape in his mouth and then ordered him a plethora of food that looked and smelled delicious. He Spoke then with obvious impressed and even a bit of a placated tone.

"Wow! this is good!" Tearing a leg off some form of cooked animal and taking a bit into it, drinking another drink of some sort down, while his appetite was enormous, his table, or bed, well, all his manners in general, were severely lacking, being a bad ass biker metal head meant he had no real manners to speak of,

"This is all really fraggin' good, a guy could get used to this!" realizing what he just said he internally gasped, but maybe his abhorrent table manners, or complete lack thereof would be a turn off and she'd kick him out on his ass or at least be turned off enough to want him to leave?

In any case, he thought to himself then No reason ta turn down a free meal, specially one this good, I'll tell her after I'm done eatin', after I'm done eatin' it's on the road again!

Maxima's servants watched in horror as the Queen's "betrothal" had abysmal table manners. Clearly he wasn't fit for royalty, in their eyes at least. But Maxima watched on in complete and utter adoration, her hand even plucking a few bits and pieces from his chin.

"I hope you are enjoying your feast, my beloved." She said lovingly as her leg moved up his thigh.

Her fingers walked up his chest, bringing a silk cloth to wipe his mouth and chin, and the food that had dribbled elsewhere on his body. Her smile was never ending as she had adored her future husband.

After a moment of her not actually barking orders, she sprung up in the bed and looked at the servants as the food was running low.

"Well? My beloved must not be starved! More food! And bring more wine! No!" She said halting her handmaidens for a moment as she cuddled with Lobo.

"Bring the finest alcohol in the solar system for my betrothal. We shall be in bed all day..." She cooed into his chest, smelling the grease from the food sink into her nostrils.

A few more servants came back with more trays of food, even bringing desert and an assortment of Almerac custard that was supposed to boost a man's....libido. They also returned with what looked like two kegs of a brackish colors liquid, setting it on the table near them and cleaning out all the dirty dishes.

Lobo had absolutely gorged himself on the banquet she had set for him, almost not halting his eating, like some kind of great Tornado it disappeared within his form and wasn't seen again, his appetite about as ravenous as a cannibal castaway, his lavish sinful wants could probably rival Caligula on the man's most embellished day.

Meat, he ate to the bone, anything on a plate was eaten damn near until he sucked the ceramic off the plate itself, finally when the food reserves were all but empty and people would've had to have let him go cannibalistic on them, his hunger was slated.

He let out a satisfied belch and sat back on the bed, clasping his hands together behind his head and resting his head on the headboard then he spoke,

"Whoo momma...that wasn't bad at all babe, I'd defiantly have to let the belt out a few notches, ifin I had a belt." He caressed the length of her leg a bit as she had put it by his thigh, apparently the libido boosting custard starting to have it's effect on an already lustful man.

He took one of the jugs of the alcohol, biting the cork and pulling it out with his teeth to have it spit out then and caught by one of the varying helpers.

Taking a hearty swig he spoke then "Not bad hooch either..."

Only the best for you, darling." She said hugging onto him as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

"I had the imperial army travel to the farthest reaches of the galaxy for such ale. And I had the handmaidens send for these...things." She said pulled out the box of cigars and opening them for him.

"I found one in your satchel and had to please you, my love. Are you happy?" She asked looking at him, her wet electric blue eyes sparkling at him.

Lobo had drank his fill then and was quite content now, having ate all the food in the kingdom and drank her finer drinks how could a guy not be placated at this point. He didn't look to her yet when she had been speaking to him if he were happy, at least not immediately, shruggin' first he spoke then.

"Sure...I mean can't beat a good meal n' some good booze."

"You shall stay here with me forever. Anything you want, I shall find and bring it to you. Anything you desires...is yours." She said moving his hand higher up her thigh as she looked at him.

"I must say, you have a ravenous appetite. The cooks will be employed for longer hours until you have had your fill and I shall send out many scouting ships for your ale and those...smoke sticks."

Lobo brought one of the cigars she had gotten to his mouth, biting it he struck a match and went to light it, after doing so It was when she ran her hand higher up her own thigh that he was given her full and undivided attention, his head turning so quickly that his dark dread locked hair whipping in the process.

"Anything huh?...I could think of a few things ya missed out on..." putting the cigar in the ash tray for the time being.

He kissed her neck and gave it a few bites then pecking before he kissed her then, undoubtedly his mouth tasting like the copious amounts of food and drink he'd gorged himself on in the time he'd been there.

Maxima was hesitant about bringing up the marriage factor into their "relationship" until she had made sure he was content in such a lifestyle that she could easily...slip it past him without his notice. If not...she'd force him. Not that tricky of a thing to do. After all, an entire planet was under her control and she had many many allies. There would be no where for Lobo to go.

That reminded her, she didn't even know his name. Frowning a little at herself for not remembering to get such a thing she looked up at him with a smile.

"Darling, I must ask...what is it that I shall call you?" She asked, her hands feeling up his muscled belly and chest.

He narrowed his blood red eyes when she asked his name, he had thought she knew of him and thats why she had been after him, after all he wasn't some no talent nobody from planet Podunk.

He said then "Ya never heard oh me? the main man? the best bounty hunter in whole fraggin' galaxy? L-as in Lacerate O- as in Obliterate, B- as in Disembowel and O as in....Well I usually just use The O for Obliterate twice. Ya really are sheltered if ya ain't never heard of Lobo, the scourge of the cosmos."

As much as he'd like to say he'd been clever enough to come up with the nicknames on his own the vast majority of them were given to him by people he came across, the few that were left breathing, which weren't many.

"I only know what my advisors tell me. But Lobo..." She brought her lips back to his, nibbling hard on her bottom lip. She couldn't have cared less what his name was. But Lobo wasn't that bad of a name, especially to her. She still adored the man, even with his absurd manners and the way he spoke. Not at all what she expected a King to be. But then again she didn't want to end up an old maiden for the rest of her life and he was a good substitute.

"I like it. It is exotic, dangerous....manly." She said pushing him back against the bed and straddling him. She whipped her red locks over her shoulders and glanced at the handmaidens who quickly bowed and excused themselves. She even waved away another maiden who was coming in with more alcohol. The maiden placed the large bottle on the stand and quickly left, closing the large golden doors behind her.

Maxima turned her attention back to Lobo, a smiled on her face. She stretched lightly, her finger tips scratching his chest a little as she wiggled on his lap.

"I am Maxima, if you did not know. Queen of Almerac." She repeated, by now everyone should have known her name since she tended to repeat herself over and over. It was a force of habit whenever she was angry or on another planet.

"Now, my darling Lobo. What is it that you have not had your fill of? I shall do my best to accomadate it to you." She cooed crushing her lips against his mouth as her tongue licked his lips which didn't taste as bad as they had before he recieved "the royal treatment."

She could taste the smoke from the cigar, the large amounts of intergalactic alcohol, Almerac custard's tanginess as well as pounds and pounds of greasy meat. She couldn't have found him more attractive at that moment. Maxima smirked as she kissed around his throat and neck, her body pressing hard against his.

"Tell me, my love. Or you may show me." She mumbled into his mouth.
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