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Thus Spake: Oh, Superman!	By : Tycho Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 67607 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Encounter 4: Maxima

“Incoming!” cried the communications officer. “Brace yourselves!”

A particularly violent impact sent the Almerac dreadnaught Grandious into a slow roll. Several of the bridge crew were knocked to the ground. The immense vessel was under attack by nearly a dozen smaller pirate gunships. They swarmed around the beleaguered dreadnaught like vultures, waiting for it to give up the fight. The communications officer turned to the commander’s chair, a cold sweat dripping down his face.

“What should we do, milady?”

Lady Maxima, Royal Queen, Head of the Royal House, and leader of all Almerac sat in regal splendor. Her dazzling red hair poured over her shoulders and yellow cape. Her green halter armor fitted her muscular physique with aplomb, and accentuated her munificent mounds. Her long vivacious legs were crossed, ending with striking thigh high yellow boots. Her crimson eyes gleamed with malice.

“Return fire!” She ordered, her voice filled with authority.

“No, milady!” a crewman shouted from the weapons station. “We have to withdraw! We’ll be destroyed!”

In the blink of an eye, Maxima was out of her chair and the crewman found his feet had left the deck. Maxima held him by the collar of his uniform and cast her piercing gaze at him.

“Do not question my orders again,” Maxima said with deadly softness. “Or you’ll find yourself…”

A sudden beeping from the sensor array caught her attention, and she released her grip on the crewman’s collar, landing him, sprawled, on the deck. Maxima punched a few keys on the console, and the main viewer flickered to life.

“No,” She frowned. “No, it can’t be.”

Four of the pirate gunships were aflame, spinning through space. A blur of movement caught her eye and another five ships were suddenly flying away, out of control. The flash of motion appeared again, and this time she noticed it was blue and red. The remaining pirate ships exploded in a brilliant fireball.

“All enemies destroyed, milady.” The weapons crewman said breathlessly from where he lay on the deck. Before Maxima could respond, the ship shook once again from an impact.

“Hull breach on deck fourteen!” another crewman yelled. “I have reports of an intruder…He’s heading for the bridge! He’s coming here!”

The last words had barely left the crewman’s lips when the bridge entrance crashed in. Light poured in from the fires raging beyond, silhouetting the brawny intruder. The intruder strode in, coming into the lighting of the bridge lamps.

“Superman!” Maxima declared in surprise and anger. “How dare you board my vessel without permission?”

Without acknowledging her question, Superman marched toward her and grabbed her arm. Superman turned toward the stunned crew and spoke clearly and with power.

“You will abandon this vessel. Your queen and I have something to do. Go. Now.” The crew made haste to leave, and within seconds the bridge was clear.

“How dare you--” Maxima’s complaint was stifled by Superman’s mouth on hers, his tongue forcing its way past her lips and battling her own. Maxima drew back and sent her right fist into Superman’s chest. He went flying back, smashing into the bulkhead, but managed to land on his feet, gasping for breath.

“I offered you that long ago,” Maxima’s voice shook with fury. “You spurned me! Me! The Lady Maxima!” She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, they shone with impishness. She assumed a fighting stance. “If you want it, you’ll have to take it!” She grinned.

Superman shot towards her, and Maxima flew at him with all speed. The impact sent a shock wave ripping through the ship, tearing through bulkheads and collapsing entire decks. Cables and chunks of steel plating crashed down on them. Superman’s jaw nearly popped out of its socket, and Maxima’s lungs were emptied of breath. The warrior queen sucked in a breath and sent a volley of strikes against the last son of Krypton. Four strikes connected, causing Superman to grunt in pain, but he managed to catch her fist and twist. Maxima was spun off her feet but went with it, allowing her metal boot to catch the side of Superman’s head. He staggered backward, his feet crunching over wrecked electronics.

Maxima lashed out with her foot again in a high kick, but Superman grabbed her boot neatly. Lifting her up by the leg, Superman slammed Maxima down on what was left of the weapons console, sending sparks and arcs of electricity ablaze. Superman grabbed the collar of her armor and, in a screech of metal, tore it in two. Maxima’s breasts burst forth from their restraints. Superman lunged at them, taking her left nipple into his mouth.

“It won’t be that easy!” Maxima roared. She brought her knee up into Superman’s stomach, launching him off of her and into another bulkhead. Despite the fact that he could barely breathe, Superman smiled inwardly. She could just as easily have struck his groin, but she had not. Maxima had other plans for that part of him, obviously.

Maxima pounced on him, her hands tearing at him like claws, ripping his uniform from his upper body, leaving him bare-chested. Superman retaliated by tearing away the pelvic section of her armor, leaving her naked save for her gloves and boots. Maxima slapped him across the cheek hard.

“You realize,” she breathed. “Anyone who sees the unclothed form of the Lady Maxima must die…” She gripped Superman’s throat and squeezed. “…or bed her.”

“I’ve already died once, and there’s no bed here,” Superman seized the hand that held his throat. “But I’ll make do.” With a surge of power, Superman shoved Maxima back. She crashed back onto the weapons console, now a wrecked heap of sparking metal.

Superman grabbed both of her legs, lifted her high into the air, and slammed Maxima down, this time on her stomach. The deck beneath them gave way, and they fell to the next level. Superman exposed his huge throbbing shaft. He jumped on top of Maxima, his bare chest pressed down on her back, pinning her. Maxima’s athletic butt rubbed against his chiseled abs. She reared back her head, smashing her skull into Superman’s chin.

“I doubt you could even find the right hole, peasant!” She taunted, gritting her teeth in pain. Superman reached under Maxima’s arms and gripped her shoulders as if he were using her to do horizontal pull-ups, which was precisely what he planned. Superman positioned himself and plunged into her.

Maxima’s cry of astonishment assured Superman that he had indeed found the right hole. Maxima’s passage held him tight as he drove into her over and over again.

“Ha! You think that this will…oh… satisfy…ugh…the Lady Maxima?” she mocked.

“Sorry, princess.” Superman growled in her ear. “I probably can’t compete with the end of your scepter and your left hand.”

“You….agh!....impudent…ohhhhh…insubordinate…poor excuse for a…ngh!....MAN! AHHHH!” Maxima howled. Superman got up on his knees, and brought Maxima to hers. He grasped her hips and pounded into her even harder. Maxima grabbed hold of a support beam lying next to them and used the leverage to begin heaving herself against Superman’s rod. “Must I…OH!....do all the…ahhhh!...work myself?”

Superman let go of her hips and reached up to grab hold of two cables full of crackling energy hanging above him. Several thousand volts of electricity danced down his arms and through his body, and then surged through his thrusting cock and into Maxima. She threw her head back and screamed. For a moment Superman feared he had gone too far and hurt her. He was about to let go of the cables when she shouted.

“Oh, YES!” She yelled. “Finally! About time I started feeling something!” Superman almost took it as a compliment, but then she continued. “Too bad you won’t last long enough to finish me off!”

Superman grinned and redoubled his efforts, accepting the challenge. His pelvis pounded against Maxima’s tense butt like a jackhammer. Maxima grasped another support beam for more leverage, escalating her assault as well, the metal crumpling in her grip. With a mighty effort, Maxima rammed herself onto Superman’s cock, nearly knocking him over and forcing a breathy grunt from his lungs. Superman pulled his rod back and shoved back into her, sending a ripple through Maxima’s powerfully built frame. They turned sex itself into combat, each thrust like a punch or kick, trying to throw the other off balance.

Superman knew that he could not last much longer. Releasing the overhanging cables, he once more took hold of Maxima’s hips. Superman stood, and lifted Maxima up with him, her hands tearing the support beams away with them as she was lifted up to dangle above the wreckage. Superman’s powerful arms bulged as he cast Maxima upon his throbbing shaft. The force of the impacts was immense, causing grenade-level concussion waves to tear through the debris.

“Gods, YES! Harder, Superman!” The haughtiness had left Maxima’s voice. It was too full of pleasure. “Take your queen! TAKE ME!!!” Maxima grabbed his hands and forced them to her breasts. Superman took hold of the full, firm orbs of flesh and fondled them. “Harder! Oh, gods, FASTER!!!”

Superman’s hands left her breasts and seized her flailing forearms. Superman pulled hard, arching her back and skewering Maxima. He could feel the pressure building in his loins. The time was come, and the warrior queen concurred.

“Come with me, Superman!” Maxima roared in her regal voice. “AHHH! Sire my heir! OOOOH!! Come with your queen!”

“Yes, your Majesty!” Superman cried out, not caring how absurd it sounded. The explosion in his groin was worth any absurdity. They both roared incoherently as they came, and the ship’s interior crumbled around them.

When her mind finally cleared, Maxima looked around at what remained of her ship. She could see nothing but twisted metal and shorting circuitry. The ship cost a fortune. Some planets were not worth as much as her flagship. It would take months if not years to rebuild.

Maxima smiled.

Superman pulled his member out of her, and she began to turn to address him.

“You will accompany me to Almerac for the wedding ceremony…” Maxima let out a short gasp.

Superman was gone.

Maxima grinned bitterly. Perhaps it was best this way. She did not love him, really, and she now had what she wanted from him. But perhaps later...

"Bah!" Maxima spat. "I have worlds to rule and a ship to rebuild!"
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