"Ah! Poor little thing. I keep on forgetting how weak you are compared to me. A few playful slaps and look at you. You've come out all over in bruises. Poor baby, let mummy kiss them better for you." says Knockout in a playful whiney sort of voice and a mother would use to a baby.
She begins to caress each of Superman's bruises, stroking them softely, and begins to kiss each one in turn. Which takes some time - as there's an awful lot.
She marvels to herself, that despite the fact that Superman's body is harder than steel - harder than diamond even! it offers almost no resistance to her fingers as she strokes his muscular body. At any time she knew she could just increase the pressure, and her fingers would go right through the skin, muscle and bone, like a hot knife through butter, just thinking about it made her shudder in pleasure.
If ony Superman were stronger, she thought, she wouldn't have to hold back during their lovemaking for fear of hurting him. She didnt have the heart to tel him, but despite all his strength and invulnerability, Knockout was always holding back when they had sex, just in case. She knew if she could let go and unleash her full unbridled power, her orgasms would be even better - longer, more powerful, more intense.
She looked up. The combination of her massage and the heat from the bath, and put Superman to sleep. his head was at an awkward angle, so she gently place his head against her breast, using it as a pillow, whilst she planned their honneymoon.
XX

What do you do now?

	Knockout thinks of a way to make Superman, stronger .
	Knockout leaves in search of someone who can satisfy her lust.

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