The Superman had fought to the last of his strength, to the limit of his powers, but it was not enough. He fought until his red and blue uniform was torn from his body and his invulnerable skin was laced with a hundred cuts. Eventually, the weight of their numbers bore him down. It was as if he had drowned in their scaly, alien bodies. His last memory was of screaming her name.
When consciousness returned to him he was bound to a column in the center of a vast arena. He strained at the massive chains that held him, but they did not yield to his diminished strength. He tried to burn them from his body, but only tears emerged from his sweat-stung eyes. He was naked and exposed, staked out as bait for the Wonder Woman. He knew she would come for him and prayed she would not.
When she came to him on a rush of air and alit before the massive column that held him bound, she had but a second to give him a smile and a wink before they were on her. He could only watch as the alien horde poured from their tunnels and overwhelmed her.
But from the swirling, teeming mass of claws and teeth came screams of fear and death. Little by little, the swarm of of creatures thinned and the pile of their lifeless bodies grew deep until, at last, the Wonder Woman stood triumphant and alone. Her breath blew hot from her mouth and her magnificent breasts heaved against her metal girdle. She lifted her face to him as the bloodlust faded from her countenance and was replaced by a lust of another kind. The warrior's passion that surged through her veins had not diminished, merely been replaced by a surge of carnal appetite.
She strode to him and her gaze seemed to lick his body from his head to his feet, lingering over his loins at the sight of his swollen manhood. The sight of her in her Amazonian glory had aroused him beyond reason. Bound naked as he was, he could not hide his long, thick member as it jutted to her like the foremast of a ship. She leered at him from under her thick eyebrows and dropped the war axe that had laid the aliens low. She took his meat in her firm grip and stroked its full length. She leaned into his broad chest and fastened her teeth over his exposed nipple. She bit down hard, harder, until he sucked in a breath through his clenched jaw.
She laughed and rose up to kiss his hot mouth. Then she did what she had never done to any man; she knelt before him. But she did not kneel in supplication or in awe. She knelt to take her pleasure from him, to fill her mouth with his turgid cock and drink of his burning jism. She had saved him, and would take her reward as she chose. Just as her bloodlust had driven her to a berserker's rage in her battle with the alien horde, her passion for the Superman was driving her to wanton acts. She engulfed his cock, taking it deep into her mouth until the fat head of it pressed at the back of her throat. She gripped his hard ass in her strong hands, her nails digging in, forcing him deeper into her eager mouth.
Chained as he was, he could not resist her. Nor would he have wished to, save for the nagging thought that when she came down from this warrior's high she might regret what she had done. He strained at his bonds, longing to take her in his massive arms and feel her full breasts against his bare chest, to feel her mouth on his, to taste the wetness he could smell between her legs. She sensed his desire and slid his long cock from between her lips. She stood, gripping the chains that held him fast, and tore them from him with a powerful jerk. He all but fell into her arms.