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Clark had barely shut the door behind him when a fast little figure leapt at him. Clark easily caught the creature and leaned into the welcome kisses smothering his face, laughing at the uncurbed enthusiasm. His hands found their way to bare ass cheeks, as the succubus was wearing only one of Clark’s too-large shirts and nothing else.
“You’re finally home, I was going to die of starvation!” Bruce whined, pulling back and pouting up at Clark. His eyes were blown black with hunger but his lips were plush and pink, indicating that he was in fact, not dying of starvation.
“I fed you before I went to work,” Clark walked over to the couch and dropped the little demon to the floor, sitting down on the couch and sinking into its soft cushioning. He sighed as he loosened his tie, making a vague motion with his head towards his lap. Bruce immediately set to work, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks, eagerly digging his way to his cock.
“You went to work, hours and hours and hours ago. Like soooo long ago. You’ve literally ruined me you know. Before I met you I was feeding only twice a month . I can’t even imagine how I survived. You’ve turned me into a greedy slut,” Bruce muttered, finally pulling Clark’s massive cock out of his underwear. He folded his hands on his knees then and stuck his tongue out, waiting impatiently for Clark to fuck his mouth.
“Like you’re complaining,” Clark chuckled followed by a grunt as he used one hand to grab onto one of the little horns sticking out of Bruce’s hair and used it to pull the succubus forward, pushing his cock into his mouth. Clark rocked his hips slowly, leaving most of the work to Bruce, as he rested his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. He let himself relax, enjoying the feel of Bruce’s forked tongue working his cock, his plush lips sucking greedily at it, his throat gagging and constricting methodically around the head of it. Bruce’s claws scratched over Clark’s balls, the feeling delicate against his invulnerable skin. When his orgasm came, it came slow, given how tired he was. Bruce sucked it out of him like drinking milk from its straw, sucking forcefully till he had swallowed down every last drop.
“Mmm, always delicious,” Bruce commented, licking his lips and neatly tucking Clark’s cock back into his underwear. He zipped up his pants too and then climbed into his lap, tapping Clark on the nose with a single clawed finger. Clark opened his eyes, met with the beautiful sight of Bruce’s ice blue eyes. The black was receding now, as Bruce’s body digested Clark’s cum.
“I made spaghetti for you,” the little demon said, a gleam in his eye. “Would you like some?”
Clark smiled, “that’s very kind of you, Bruce. I would love to have some.”
In a flurry of smoke and shadow the succubus zipped from living room to kitchen, plated a serving of spaghetti and then teleported straight to the couch, holding out the dish with an anticipatory look on his face. It was his first time making spaghetti – he desperately wanted to know Clark’s opinion on it.
Clark huffed an amused breath, “how many times do I have to remind you not to teleport right after eating, little bat.” He takes the plate of spaghetti and digs in, humming in approval as he swallows the first bite. Bruce leans into his side, cuddling up against him and basking in his body heat while Clark eats. When Clark is finished, Bruce takes his empty plate and teleports back to the kitchen, dumping it in the dishwasher. He discards his shirt in the laundry room beside the kitchen too, then walks back into the living room completely nude. Clark groans, tipping his head back again. Grinning, Bruce straddles his lap, cupping Clark’s face in his hands.
“I’m still hungry, sir,” he pouts, rubbing a thumb against Clark’s cheek. Clark’s cock stirs and he grips Bruce’s naked waist, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Go wait for sir in bed,” he rumbles against his lips. Bruce is gone in a puff of smoke, a bat shaped shadow flying across the carpet and towards the bedroom.
Clark shakes his head in amusement then shucks his clothes at superspeed, knowing he won't need them for the rest of the day. Then he heads up to the bedroom where Bruce is waiting.
Bruce was lounging on the bed, legs spread and slender fingers toying with his small pink cock, cunt was glistening with slick. Bruce had morphed his body to Clark’s personal desires. Clark loved it, the fact that Bruce had both a cock and cunt, his cock small enough to fit in the palm of Clark’s hand. Tiny waist, chest soft as a pillow, the cutest little bubble bottom. Bruce’s face was of his own making though, and it was more beautiful than anything Clark could ever imagine.
“I’ve been waiting all day for you sir,” Bruce pouts, sliding his fingers down to drag through his wet cunt. Clark growls and crosses the room at superspeed, positioning himself between Bruce’s spread legs. He grabs Bruce’s thighs and hoists his legs to his shoulders, pulling him all the way up to bring his cunt to his face. Bruce moans at the effortless manhandling by the kryptonian and thrusts his hips forward, closer to Clark’s face. Clark slaps the inside of his thigh in warning, before leaning forward and taking his erect cock into his mouth. He sucks on the limp thing till it reaches a burning temperature in his mouth, then releases it without warning and pulls back. He watches with a satisfied smirk as Bruce spasms through an interrupted climax, glowing liquid spurting out of his cock.
Despite the fact that Bruce molded his physical appearance close enough to that of a human, he had so far been unable to conceal his internal properties. His “cum” came out in the likeness of molten steel, glowing and scaldingly hot, as it was pure energy rather than matter. It did not cool or solidify – rather, it absorbed into his partner’s skin, “nourishing” them with sexual energy. Clark enjoyed taking a dose of cum before he starts really fucking Bruce – he doesn’t need the extra energy, but he finds the heady rush of endorphins exhilarating.
He lowers Bruce to the bed then, and taps his cock teasingly against his waiting cunt. Bruce bites his lip and digs his claws into the mattress, impatient for Clark to fuck him.
Clark takes his sweet time, rubbing his cock through the folds of Bruce’s cunt, sucking on each of Bruce’s erect nipples. Bruce whines and twists his hips, trying to get his cock in him.
“Don’t be impatient, sir will fuck you when you’re good and ready,” Clark warns. He curls his fingers around Bruce’s waist and uses the leverage to suddenly yank Bruce down onto his cock. Bruce wails in pleasure as he is suddenly split open on the older man’s cock.
Clark sets a brutal pace knowing full well that the succubus could take it. Bruce’s body trembles as his small cock spurts out cum almost constantly as his body is repeatedly forced onto the kryptonian’s massive cock, stomach bulging out obscenely on each thrust. His jaw is slack and mouth open as he pants heavily, small claws digging into Clark’s shoulders. His eyes go hazy at Clark’s first orgasm, the cum rushing through his veins and sending him into a heady stupor.
“Love it when you get fucked stupid like this don’t you boy?” Clark grunts as he feels Bruce’s cunt gripping tighter around his cock. He pulls back and watches the tight hole take every inch of his thick cock over and over as he fucks into the young succubus’ greedy body.
“Sir… ah… please!” Bruce squealed helplessly as he felt Clark’s cock starting to swell even more for his second round.
“You said you were hungry, boy. Gonna fuck you up real full,” Clark growled as he yanked Bruce back onto his swelling cock, basking in the gasps and groans he got in reply as his cock stretched out the succubus’ cunt impossibly wide.
Bruce whined and squirmed as hot cum began to flood inside him, too quick for him to absorb all at once, his stomach starting to swell with the copious amounts of cum Clark was releasing into him. He collapsed against the bed, mewling into the sheets as he got cum-drunk and drowsy.
“Are you full now boy?” Clark teased, smugly spreading his hand over the swell of Bruce’s lower abdomen.
“Soooo much,” Bruce slurred, slightly drooling. Clark smiled and began thrusting his hips again, ignoring Bruce’s whimpers of agony as he continued to fuck him with his over-larged cock. It took at least five orgasms to really satisfy Clark, and he came copiously every single time, such that by the end of it Bruce would be tipping into unconsciousness. He flipped Bruce over after the third round, his small body very easy to mold in any position Clark wanted it. He fucked his other hole too, this one tighter than his cunt but just as wet.
Bruce had no need for an anus – but Clark had wanted him to have one anyway, so Bruce had morphed himself to have one. It connected to the same spot of pleasure inside of him as his cunt did, but while his cunt was softer and stretched wider, his asshole was extremely tight. Bruce’s cunt had more pain receptors too, for when Clark wanted to punish him – he would spank him on his cunt till he was incoherent from the pain, then he would fuck him, fill him with cum to give him the energy to feel every mark Clark laid upon his skin.
“P-please stop,” Bruce whimpered, when Clark came in him for the sixth time. Clark tutted in disapproval and pulled out of Bruce’s hole, rearranging his limbs so he could suckle Bruce’s cunt while Bruce sucked on his cock. Tears dripped down Clark’s balls as he forced his cock into Bruce’s throat, and fucked his cunt with his tongue. Bruce’s cum was addicting to Clark, the temperature of it, the taste, the smell… the texture like honey and the feel of it against his tongue, like jelly. When Clark wrapped a hand around Bruce’s cock, he jerked away with a panicked moan, thrashing in Clark’s grip.
“Nonono… please… no more please…” he begged, shaking his head and jerking his hips away. Clark held him down with his strength, used one hand to shove him back down on his cock, and sucked mercilessly at his pulsing little cock with his lips, drinking him dry. When Bruce’s skin began melting away into shadow, Clark smirked and pulled away, as Bruce was now too fucked and frayed to hold on to his human form. He let Bruce melt into the bedsheets, then kissed the smoky shadow of his lips. The wisps of smoke whirled back into a human form, and the succubus’ eyes blinked open – a vivid blue, full of energy. The younger man smiled weakly up at him, an inaudible thank you forming on his lips as he slipped into unconsciousness.