Superman/Faora; non-con, oral, clothed

>The sense of touch was the first thing that brought Superman out of his deep slumber.
>The sensation of pleasure, strange and foreign, running up and down his exposed flesh pulled from the crotch of his suit.
>Wet and warm near the top, and a vice like grip near the base, pressing down against his testicles at the bottom of every vigorous pump.
>Next came smell.
>The distinct aroma of arousal, both male and female, filled the air around him, stimulating his nostrils and painting a picture in his mind that touch had begun.
>Giggles and pleased moans danced over to his ears, letting him know that whatever was going on below his waist, he was not the only one enjoying it.
>Slurping, and wet kisses, pressing against his stiff rod.
>Finally the veil of darkness over his eyes lifted, and sight was returned to him.
>The first thing he saw were the curved hills of a woman's backside.
>Back swooping down, with an ass rising back up.
>Her black-suit covered bottom swaying back and forth with idle anticipation.
>Another delighted giggle drew his eyes toward its source - a pair of kissable, pink, lips, smiling against his painfully hard cock.
>In an instant she knew she was being watched, and cut her eyes in Superman's direction.
>The stunning pale blue ice colored eyes struck him harder than whatever had knocked him out aboard the enemy spacecraft.
>All the sensations coalesced into a a fury of passion and pleasure that shattered any remaining willpower he had, and opened up the flood gates.
>The thick cum rocketed into the air, causing the felating woman to squeal with amusement and joy.
>Creamy ribbons landed down on her face in a random splatter pattern.
>The first streak reached from cheek to cheek, slung across the bridge of her button nose, just below her piercing sapphires that she dared to keep open.
>Her focus was brought back to the erupting penis, as more helpings, coming out with far less force than the first, came leaping out the head.
>She pressed her pink lips and tongue back up against the side, letting some of the cum slide into her mouth while the rest she lapped up happily.
>A final spurt reached up to just barely avoid her crop of short, ebony, hair.
>"Faora?!" Superman said in a start, enough lust having left his mind to allow him to find words again. "What is..." his speech broken by a wheeze, "...the meaning of this?"
>Though Kryptonian himself, the atmosphere of his homeworld, currently being utilized in the ship, was foreign enough to him to have knocked him out, and drain him of much of his strength.
>"Curiosity, son of El," Faora replied, lip moving against the thick vein running up the side of his dick. "You're the first natural born Kryptonian in hundreds of years. I wanted to see for myself what all the fuss was about!"
>Based on her behavior, she likely agreed with all the hype.
>Before he could bring himself upright fully, Faora slung a long leg across his head, bringing it back down so she had a knee against both his shoulders.
>He looked up and saw how the black suit, stripped of its armor, formed completely around her body.
>There was not a hair's width of space between her pink flesh and the black, alien, material that hugged it.
>It formed so tightly that he could see how engorged her sex had become.
>He tried to turn his head, to look away, but she wasn't having that.
>Faora's strong legs closed together, pressing against the side of his head, and forcing his gaze upward to her covered pussy lips, framed by her clenched, perfectly formed, ass cheeks.
>She now lay across his body, his penis, now half deflated, still gripped tightly in her hand.
>"More, I want more," she said aloud for no one but herself.
>Still, as eager as she was, she needed him hard again before she could savor more of his flavor.
>Her body slid forward some, so she could fit his stiffening cock between her large breasts.
>Her suit might as well have been body paint, her breasts able to squeeze around the dick as if she wore nothing at all.
>Faora planted her hands on the floor, outstretched, arms pressing against her tits to keep them squeezed around Kal's member.
>Soon, she began to slide her body up and down Superman's body, allowing his cock to fuck her cleavage, even though he wasn't moving at all.
>Her thighs squeezed around his head tightly, and ankles locked together.
>His head was lifted up occasionally, brought tantalizing close the the heat and intoxicating aroma that managed to escape her suit from between her legs.
>Satisfied with his girth and length, Faora halted herself so she could take the Kyrptonian cock into her mouth.
>He had fought with his pleasure the whole time, but the intense warm of her mouth, softness of her lips, and agility of her tongue forced him to groan with pleasure.
>And forced Faora to moan with satisfaction.
>her body laid nearly flat along him, and when he lifted his head he could just make out the top of Faora's head, bobbing up and down, past the horizon of her ass.
>Engrossed in her pleasure, Faora swung her shins up, which pushed Superman's face directly against her crotch as soon as she thrust her ass back against him.
>She giggled around his cock when she heard his struggled groans, her laughter vibrating through her throat and against his member.
>Once more his senses overpowered his mind, and the sensation of his large staff, shoved all the way inside her, being squeezed by her throat muscles, the feeling of her pussy, though still covered, grinding against his mouth and nose while her ass cheeks squeezed against his face, and her large breasts pressing into his lap, all worked together to force another full load out for her.
>Her eyes beamed with pride as she had managed to milk him for even more the second time than the first.
>The first few spurts went straight down her throat and into her stomach, gurgling appreciatively for the full meal.
>She made sure to pull back just enough so the rest could eject directly into her mouth, so she could taste it at its freshest.
>Faora, too, succumbed to the sensations, and experienced her own climax against Superman's face.
>The twitching of his muscular body beneath her curvacious, fit, one.
>The mix of pleasured and struggling moans and groans vibrating against her pussy lips as his head shook to free itself from her squeezing thighs.
>The thick, creamy, loads that filled her mouth to the point of trickling out between the corner of her lips as she tried to swallow it all as quickly as she could.
>And finally, the fact she was performing their homeworld's ultimate gesture of female domination, of claiming a man as her own, by keeping his face pressed against her crotch as she came.
>Traditionally, it would be flesh against flesh, and her suit would not have seperated them, so her juices could coat him in her scent, forever marking him as hers.
>She didn't despair from this, however.
>She knew they would have plenty of time to do it right, again and again, as she forced him into all sorts of fun sexual positions.
>Clark, too, knew this, based solely on the wicked gaze she gave him as she turned herself slowly around to face him, before giving one last big gulp of his seed to warm her belly.