[Third Person Pov]
Clark and Lala returned from their nightti excursion through the Peruvian forest, the faint echoes of wildlife still lingering in their ears as the crystalline silhouette of the Fortress of Solitude rose to greet them. The cool, luminous structure felt especially welcoming after everything they had experienced, and once inside, the two quickly agreed on the very first thing they wanted to do together.
A bath.
Not a quick rinse or a utilitarian wash, but a long, relaxing soak—sothing calm and intimate that allowed them to unwind side by side.
"Yay!" Lala exclaid the mont the idea was settled, clapping her hands together in delight. "I've always wanted to give you a proper bath myself, but you didn't let last ti."
"You're saying that like I'm filthy," Clark replied, rolling his eyes in mock offense, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusent.
"Of course not, silly," Lala said quickly, shaking her head. "But you wouldn't even let touch you back then. Now I finally can." She bead as she spoke, practically bouncing on her heels as she moved around the space, her energy seemingly endless. Despite everything that had happened earlier, she didn't look the least bit tired or sore—certainly not like soone who should have been exhausted after such an intense physical intimacy.
The bathroom itself was a marvel, even by Fortress standards. Calling it a "bathroom" felt like an understatent. It resembled a sprawling, futuristic hot spring resort more than anything else. The chamber was vast and open, its walls, floors, and ceiling ford from smooth, translucent crystal slabs that reflected light—and their reflections—perfectly, without distortion. Soft ambient light pulsed faintly from within the crystal, bathing the entire room in a serene glow.
Lala moved freely through the expansive space without ever once bumping into anything, retrieving soaps, bottles, and towels with practiced ease. She wore only a white towel wrapped snugly around her figure, while her hair was twisted into a ssy bun, secured with a butterfly-shaped clip. The casual look suited her perfectly.
Once she had everything she needed, she hurried back toward Clark with an excited grin. He was already seated on a low stool beneath one of the many sleek shower heads lining the crystal wall, a short towel wrapped around his waist and little else. Despite his usual confidence, he looked surprisingly relaxed, shoulders loose, posture unguarded.
"First," Lala announced cheerfully, "let's get you nice and wet!"
Clark raised a brow with a smirk, "Isn't that usually my job?"
She giggled at his crude humor, giving him a playful look before turning on one of the shower heads. Warm water cascaded down, and she lifted it effortlessly, directing the spray over him. Water splashed against his shoulders and chest, droplets scattering across the crystal floor.
She started with his hair, thoroughly soaking it until it lay flattened against his head and partially over his face. Reaching for the shampoo, Lala poured a generous amount into her hands and began working it through his hair, her fingers moving with surprising confidence.
Clark hadn't expected much—but the sensation quickly caught him off guard. Her hands were gentle yet thorough, massaging his scalp in a way that sent a deep sense of calm through him.
"You're surprisingly good at this," he admitted, closing his eyes as he leaned slightly into her touch.
"Hehehe, thank you," Lala replied, humming softly as she worked. "I used to do this all the ti with my little sisters when we bathed together."
Clark opened one eye. "You have sisters?" He asked, realizing he really didn't know much about Lala's family.
"Yes, two of them," she said easily. "Nana and Momo." She smiled as she spoke, clearly fond of the nas.
A small, amused smirk ford on Clark's face. "So you also have a sister nad Momo?"
Lala laughed. "Yeah. That's probably why your Momo and I get along so well. She reminds a little of my own sister." For just a mont, her expression turned wistful, a softness crossing her features that she didn't even seem aware of.
"Do you miss them?" Clark asked gently.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," Lala replied with a warm chuckle, never stopping her hands as she continued scrubbing his hair. "But I'm sure those two are doing just fine without ."
"I'm sure they miss you too," Clark said quietly.
She only smiled in response, not trusting herself to say anything else. Instead, she picked up the shower head again.
"Close your eyes," she warned.
He did as told, and monts later warm water washed away the suds, the foam sliding down his hair and dripping off the stool before disappearing into the drain below. Once she was done, Clark shook his head lightly, instinctively brushing his hair back from his face.
A single stubborn curl slipped free and fell forward, resting right over his forehead.
Lala burst into laughter as she stepped in front of him. Reaching out, she started tugging on it playfully, watching it spring back into place. "Boing. Boing. Boing."
Clark sighed, resigned but smiling, as her laughter echoed through the crystal bath chamber.
She then took a stance, pulling her towel off and tossing it to the side, "Now then! Are you ready for the main event?"
As Clark stared at Lala's erotic and alluring body, he couldn't help but recall what it felt like to be inside her and pitch a tent.
When Lala saw it she giggled behind her hand and grabbed so soap before walking behind hand to wash his back. As Lala washed his back she couldn't help but be drawn in by the muscles along his back and his wide and broad shoulders.
She pressed her breast forwards, pressing it against his back and started to wash him with a playful grin.
Clark sat with his eyes closed enjoying the sensation of Lala's breast against him, her twin peaks poking him as they shifted up and down his back. Due to his super hearing he was able to hear Lala's breathing hitch with each motion.
'Maybe… Maybe being Superman isn't as bad as I thought' Clark thought smiling to himself, his boner still evident through his towel.
Lala's breathing couldn't help but turn heavy as her sensitive nipples continued to rub against Clark's back. She felt she had to take a break, her hands reached out towards his pecks while she rested her cheeks against his soapy back.
"You okay?" Clark questioned looking over his shoulders and noticing her blush.
"Y-Yeah" She stamred, "This is just a little too stimulating… give a mont"
Once Lala managed to calm herself, her hands started to slowly travel down to his torso, across his strong and sturdy abs, before wrapping her hands around his standing pole, "Should I start with your front?"
"Absolutely" Clark answered without reservation or sha.
Lala giggled at his eagerness and walked over in front of her. She imdiately knelt down between his legs and started undoing his towel.
"Wow" Lala muttered as she stared up the towering pillar, "W-Was this really inside of ?" She muttered as she stroked him.
She gave it a little shower before kissing the mushroom head, "Thank you for all your hard work"
Clark had to bite the inside of his cheek to not imdiately burst out laughing.
"Co and get so rest between my bosoms. You must be tired" She said as she started to talk cutely to Clark's cock and settle it between her beast.
Lala imdiately felt it twitched and smiled, "Soone is a little excited" She teased before she started to squeeze her breast together, "Let's give you a nice and proper bath"
Clark let out a groan as Lala started moving her breast up and down, she looked up towards him and smiled before increasing her speed.
Clark sighed with pleasure as he saw Lala's serious and motivated expression, her eyes naturally falling towards the head peeking out from the mountain of marshmallows. She instinctively stuck out her tongue and Clark moaned.
Knowing that her actions were bringing Clark pleasure she kept licking his tip while it covered her in his precum.
She wrapped her lips around his head, focusing on bringing him the most pleasure.
"Christ Lala" Clark groaned in surprise as Lala started to hollow her cheek, sucking like one would a straw, 'How the hell is she a virgin with techniques like these?! She's must be a succubus'
"Ugh, Lala I'm going to cum" Clark warned her as he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his guts and balls.
However, instead of slowing down, Lala increased her pace.
He gave her one final warning before he erupted inside her mouth like a volcano. Her cheeks started to puff up as she tried her best to contain everything in her mouth.
It ended up being too much for her and released the content in her hands, "Did…Did I do good?" Lala asked, her mouth still filled with good, letting it all drop to her palms from her tongue.
"You did fantastic," Clark sighed in satisfaction.
Lala bead with pride before she did sothing that took Clark by complete surprise. She started to drink the cum in her hands, slowly gulping the content down little by little until there was nothing left.
Clark stared with his mouth agape as Lala slowly licked her palms and fingers in a sensual manner, totally engrossed in cleaning herself.
'No one from this point forwards can convince she's isn't a succubus'
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