Superman lay in the healing pools of Themyscira's Temple to Hera. The Amazons hated when Diana brought one of her male colleagues to Paradise Island, but he had absorbed a massive amount of kryptonite radiation in their battle against Brainiac. With no time to get him all the way up to the Fortress of Solitude, he had to be brought here. The restorative magics of the Amazons would heal him. Thankfully, even without Superman, the rest of the Justice League had been able to defeat the alien supercomputer.
Clark leaned back in the milky white pool, the minerals seeping into his pores, infusing his body with magic and driving out the harmful effects of the alien radiation. As he lay there, he thought about how different the effects of the healing pool were from the solar chamber in the Fortress. It was as though it spoke to him, reassuring him. He was as vulnerable to magic as anyone, and he was always overwhelmed by its strength. The massive kryptonite ray had affected him more than he wanted to let on. The damage wasn't just physical; it had done something to his mind. He felt like thoughts had been downloaded directly into his brain, information that he couldn't help but know was inherently, unwaveringly correct.
He was a Kryptonian, one of the most evolutionarily advanced races in the entire galaxy. His species absorbed and processed radiation differently than any other. The radiation given off by fragments of his destroyed home planet, while lethal to humans after prolonged exposure, would kill him in a matter of minutes. The radiation from Earth's yellow sun strengthened him, expanding his powers and abilities until he was very nearly the most powerful being in the whole universe. He had been exposed to it since he was a infant, so unlike the occasional kryptonian survivor like his cousin Kara, his body actually functioned as a battery. He absorbed and stored solar energy, allowing him to access levels of power unmatched by any other being.
Yes, he was a Kryptonian, and as he lay in the magical bath, the new information swirling in his mind gave him new perspective. His biology was already incredibly advanced. He was (besides Kara) the last survivor of his planet. But did he have to be? His understanding expanded. His DNA was so strong, so pure, that if he mated with a non-Kryptonian and impregnated her, the baby would be Kryptonian.
It was something he had always understood on some level. It was why he and his wife Lois were so careful; there was no way her body could carry a Kryptonian baby. Or could it? He considered this new revelation. Of course it could! He didn't develop his powers for years, even under the direct influence of sunlight. A Kryptonian baby would thrive inside a non-Kryptonian host! He thought long and hard. He didn't have to be alone. He could bring about a new generation of Kryptonians!
But ... how? Lois was one woman. She couldn't carry an entire race, not in her limited human lifetime. No, if he were to do this, he would need more than just one mother. He would need as many as he could find. He would need every woman he knew to be impregnated by Kryptonian DNA. It seemed impossible.
Clark started to rise from the mineral bath, the magic waters dripping from his massive, powerful frame over his chest and down his thighs, his thick cock hardening ever so slowly. Why was it impossible? He was the strongest, most powerful man on earth. In the galaxy! His father had sent him to Earth to absorb the power of its sun and rule over its native people! It was his adopted parents that had raised him to serve mankind, and he had done so his entire life; but did serving and protecting mankind mean that he was not to rule them? He exhaled, feeling the power surging through him. The women of earth would bear a new Kryptonian race.
More and more information flooded his consciousness. Any woman impregnated by a Kryptonian would give herelf over to the father of the child. It was instinct; it was simply part of what it meant to BE Kryptonian. There would be no cycles, no period of decreased fertility when mating with a Kryptonian., It was impossible. The body of any woman he chose to breed with would biologically respond to him by bypassing her natural cycle and relenting, responding with the full force of her body's natural instinct to breed.
He climbed out of the pool, dripping wet but completely charged with purpose. He had to begin at once; he couldn't wait. He reached for his blue and red costume, pulling it up and over his body, his hard, throbbing cock straining against the alien fabric. He already knew where he would begin, and it wasn't far. She would be here on the island, having brought him here herself. It was time for Diana to achieve her greatest purpose.
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A small chime emerged from deep within the crystalline supercomputers of the Fortress of Solitude. When the Eradicator had attempted to rebuild Krypton by destroying the Earth, Superman mistakenly thought him destroyed but he had secured himself deep within the Fortress's mainframe. From here he monitored Kal-El's bio-signatures, keeping track of his charge in hopes that one day he would admit that his love for humanity was misplaced! That his true purpose was to bring back his homeworld.
He detected the alien gene-virus as soon as it infected Kal-El within the alien despot Brainiac's ship. It was similar to one of Kryptonian origin, but it was something slightly different. Who knew what its effect would be... especially when Kal willingly submerged himself into a pool of the unknown energy the humans called 'magic'. The Eradicator watched as Kal's body changed, his reproductive drive expanding exponentially. Kryptonians obviously had advanced reproductive biology, but it seemed as though Clark was suddenly in the throes of something akin to a breeding frenzy...
The hidden Kryptonian subroutine chimed in something akin to delight. The son of Jor-El could do it. He could re-create the Kryptonian race by breeding with practically any other species. Only his misguided love of the humans had prevented him. If he was suddenly lost to his own mating drive then there was no telling how many new Kryptonian offspring he might have. The women he bred would be utterly devoted to him and to his children. This could actually be it. This could be the return of Krypton!
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Diana lay in her bedchambers in the palace of Themyscira. She had once been banished when she had chosen to leave to enter man's world, but had since earned the right to return to her people. She was their princess, after all, and while she would rather take her quarters below with the other Amazonian soldiers, they insisted that she roomed within the palace with her mother. She had changed from her armor, the costume of the hero the people of man's world called Wonder Woman, and instead wore a white grecian dress with gold clasps, her long curly black hair done up simply as she read. Her times back on her island home were rare, she was needed alongside the Justice League, and in the Themysciran embassy where she served as her people's ambassador to man's world. She cherished these moments, even if they only came during emergencies, like Clark's injury.
She sighed, leaning her head back into her pillow. Clark. She considered herself a worldly woman, having traveled everywhere both as a warrior and as an ambassador of peace. She had her share of small romances, notably with her poor departed Steve Trevor, as well as with a few of her Amazon sisters when she had been growing up here. She did not consider herself incomplete without a mate. She was strong, and powerful. Happy. Yet, sometimes, there were men that seemed even to her to be out of reach, and that vexed her. Bruce, of course... he had no powers, but he was brilliant and mysterious, and while he might be a little crazy he was also the greatest tactician she had ever met, and as a woman trained from the moment she was formed from clay in the art of battle, that aroused her in ways that were completely foreign to her. However, Bruce had been horribly hurt by the deaths of his parents, and he had never really recovered. In many ways, he really was still a 10 year old, raging at the universe for not fitting into his narrow understanding of right and wrong. He was exciting and dangerous, but he would never be a viable mate.
