Lena Luthor was downgrading. She had decided to take a large step back from her frivolous lifestyle and really buckle down, become the great inventor she was meant to be. At university, she'd acquired a bit of a reputation as a player, but those days were behind her. She was starting fresh with a new job at Spherical Industries and a new apartment on the Southeast side of town. Her 4-million-dollar luxury penthouse had a phenomenal view, but the interior design screamed wealth and pretentiousness. It had never felt like home. Lena's personal tastes ran more eclectic, more down-to-Earth, so it was with a heavy sigh of relief that she hit the illuminated number 5 on the elevator keypad.
She was swiftly deposited onto her floor and took a right down a well-lit hallway with faded green carpet. Her new apartment was housed in what Lena considered to be one of the most architecturally beautiful buildings in National City. It was over 180 years old but had been well-maintained with crafted mahogany pillars and a delightfully whimsical fountain in the front lobby which sported four beavers choking water-spewing fish. She unlocked the door of 505, noted her stacks of unpacked boxes next to her new (significantly less expensive than her former leather chaise) overstuffed couch, and immediately kicked the heels off her aching feet.
She padded over to the walk-in pantry next to her kitchen to appraise her wine collection. There were some vices she simply would not do without. She was feeling indecisive, so she just grabbed the first merlot she saw. Popping the cork and letting it breathe, she decided on a simple stir-fry for dinner. She lit a blue candle to calm her frayed nerves. As she cooked, she played an album of soothing Ella Fitzgerald, the old songs transporting her to a time long ago that she sometimes wished to be a part of, a simpler time, perhaps. As she chopped vegetables, she thought she heard a strange sort of echo to her chopping, a light tapping, but she quickly dismissed it as she was once again wrapped up in the music.
As Lena sat at her dining table, enjoying her dinner and sipping her wine, she heard the tapping again. Worried that she might have a plumbing problem, she grabbed her sound center remote and muted Ella. She focused her hearing but heard nothing but the barely audible traffic noises from five stories below. She turned the music back on and finished her meal.
Changing into pajamas, Lena returned to her living room and settled onto her comfortable couch. She brought her wine glass to her lips and sipped, as she scrolled through her Prime videos in search of a good historical documentary. Walking Through Europe, perfect. Halfway through the episode, she heard the light tapping again and decided to ignore it.
As she began to doze off to the sound of the narrator's voice, there was suddenly a loud bang, bang, BANG against her wall. Lena jumped to her feet, spilled her wine, and twirled around in search of the attack. "Shit!" The banging continued, and she ventured toward the sound. It was coming from her bedroom. As she stepped through the doorway, she could see the picture frame above her bed rattling in time with each harsh thump against the wall. Then she heard a loud, pleased moan, and it became clear to her what was going on. Her new neighbor was having a very good evening. Good for them! Bad for Lena. She decided to deliberately sleep on her couch in an effort to avoid the noise, so she grabbed a pillow and slammed the door to her bedroom.
The closed door did little to muffle the noise. The blue candle was clearly not doing its job, so Lena simply cranked up the volume on her documentary a few notches and attempted to sleep through it. Lena laid there watching Tony traipse across Wales, trying to ignore the thumping for what felt like hours. Huffing, she checked the clock on her phone. It had, in fact, been over an hour, and the banging was still going strong. Damn! She thought. He must be an Olympic athlete or something! She was both annoyed and impressed.
The onslaught finally simmered down 20 minutes later, but Lena was too keyed up to sleep. After watching two more episodes, she finally drifted off.
By Friday, Lena had decided that she well and truly loathed her new neighbor. She had never met him, of course, but every single night that week she had had the misfortune of trying, and failing, to sleep through their amorous activities. She wondered if this was what it was like to sleep in a college dorm. She had always had her just-off-campus housing, so it was never an issue for her. To top it off, Lena was fairly certain this dude was entertaining a different woman each night. They had all sounded distinctly different. She was no stranger to playing the field, but a new woman every night was extreme and excessive in her opinion.
She decided to invest in ear plugs and was infinitely grateful for the coziness of her couch, since she had yet to sleep in her new gel-foam hybrid bed.
On Sunday, as she was unpacking her cute, little fairy door and accessories, the moans started up again, so Lena thought she'd try a new spell. She was no expert in witchcraft, but surely it wouldn't be that difficult to soundproof her apartment.
She dug through the next box down and pulled out her pentagram mirror and five elemental candles to go with it. Placing them on her antique coffee table, she turned on Enya lowly to help center herself. As she lit the candles, she invoked each element. This was the part she had practiced and knew well. Calling on the mother, she requested her wisdom to undo her torment. "Bring me peace; bring me silence. Bring me peace; bring me silence." Lena closed her eyes as she repeated her mantra. Suddenly, the moans turned to coughing and what sounded like choking, but instead of finishing her spell, Lena panicked. "An' it harm none! An' it harm none!" She shouted and blew out her candles, splattering her coffee table with brightly-colored wax.
The hacking subsided, and shortly thereafter the moaning resumed. Lena sighed in relief and slumped back into her couch. This was getting out of hand.
By the following Thursday, Lena was a sleep-deprived mess. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her skin was too pale, even for her, and her work was suffering. Drinking her beloved wine just made it worse, the earplugs barely helped, and she felt she was too inexperienced to attempt another spell. She had to try another tack.
Applying a devastating smokey-eye and painting her lips her signature blood-red, the brunette then donned her armor: a maroon three-piece suit with a black silk blouse. She hefted her toolbox, and she was ready. Lena marched down the hall and aggressively knocked on the door of apartment 506. She heard a light scuffling near the door and briefly wondered if her neighbor owned a dog. The door opened to reveal a dimly lit hallway glowing upon what could only be described as a blonde goddess.
All of the breath was squeegeed from Lena's lungs in a beat. The woman before her was wearing a sky-blue sports bra with black bike shorts, showing off an expansive length of tanned, toned legs and tight, delicious abs. The air smelled of coffee and cinnamon, like comfort, and in that moment, Lena wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in a cocoon by those muscular arms. Was she hyperventilating? Was she breathing at all?
"Whoa!" The occupant smirked. "Can I help you?"
Attempting to restart her engine, Lena muttered, "I'm here for your headboard."
The ethereal being full-on grinned in confusion. "I'm sorry. I'm Kara Danvers, and you are?" She extended her hand toward Lena like a Mack truck with blinding headlights and a blaring horn.
Lena tried not to wince, feeling unworthy, and tentatively grasped the proffered hand. "Kara. That's beau... I-I mean, that's a nice name. That's... yeah."
Kara glanced down at their still-clasped hands but didn't comment on the awkwardness. "And what's your name?"
"I'm... 505." Lena blinked in a vain attempt to clear her eyesight, as she was surely hallucinating.
"Oh!" She straightened up and finally released Lena's sweaty palm. "You're my new neighbor! Nice to meet you, 505! Please, please come in!" The goddess stepped back and widened the door for Lena to step through.
Lena tentatively stepped over the threshold of what was surely a holy place, half expecting to be smote at any moment. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she remembered herself and doubled down on her armor. She lowered her chin and raised her eyes in a well-practiced 'don't mess with me' look that worked on pushy mothers and aging board members alike.
Kara's response, however, was unexpected. She simply smirked again and sauntered through to the living room. "Please, have a seat, 505."
As her angelic neighbor relaxed and man-spread across her sofa with a wide, welcoming smile, Lena nearly lost her grip on the toolbox. "My name's not..." She huffed in frustration for her sudden inability to communicate. "I'm here for your headboard, Kara."
The blonde chuckled, and Lena's knees nearly buckled at the tinkling sound that shot warmth straight to her toes. "Well, here for my headboard 505, would you care for a drink?"
Lena quickly steadied herself with a hand to the top of the sofa with no further choice but to take a seat on the seemingly small cushion right next to Kara. The woman, who appeared to be near Lena's age and, she could not stress enough, was in fantastic shape, leaned forward to grab a decanter from her coffee table and poured two fingers for both of them. The play of muscle from Kara's pecks to her fingertips was mesmerizing. A glass somehow appeared in her hand. Lena took a hesitant sip and was delighted to find it was halfway decent scotch, so she downed the rest in a breath.
"Wow! Okay. Rough day, 505?"
She scowled. "It's Lena," she finally ground out.
"Nice to meet you, Lena! Now, what's this about my headboard?"
Lena pointed to her toolbox and asserted, "I'm here to fix it."
"Okay, thanks, but it's not broken."
"Oh, it's definitely broken." Lena set her forehead in her hand as she leaned forward in all seriousness. "Kara, I haven't slept well in over a week due to your extracurricular activities, and I'm here fix your headboard, save your wall, and get some blessed rest. So mote it be." The blonde must have sensed her distress, because she poured her another glass. Lena took another grateful gulp.
The angel's face fell into devastation, and Lena immediately wanted to take it back. "I've been keeping you awake during my work hours! Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Lena! Oh man, I've been such an inconsiderate neighbor. You must be miserable! What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything," Kara implored with wide, earnest eyes.
"Just take me to your bed," Lena said and belatedly turned pink in the cheeks with embarrassment. "I-I mean..."
"I'm afraid I'd have to charge you for that." Kara's devastating grin made another appearance. "Would you like the number for my agency?"
Lena tossed her head back and giggled. "What, like you're a prostitute?"
"I prefer the term 'sex-worker,' but yes. I'm an escort."
Lightly laughing again, she eyed Kara up and down. She was beautiful with her wind-swept hair and piercing cobalt eyes. Lena had a modicum of confidence in her looks, but she felt almost frumpy next to Kara. She took another few sips of the scotch, as she tried to determine if her neighbor was putting her on. "You're joking."
Kara sighed and ruffled her golden hair. "Is this going to be a problem? I'm sorry, Lena, but I do all of my best work in the evening. That's when clients are available. I could always try to get my regulars to book earlier times, but..."
"No! No, it's not a problem!" Lena blushed furiously. "It just took me by surprise. You just seem so, so..."
"So what? Normal?"
"Wholesome," Lena answered and finished off her second glass.
Kara burst out a loud guffaw in response. "Wow! That's a good one! I'll have to tell Alex about that." She wiped at her eye for dramatic effect. She continued to smile knowingly at Lena as she calmed down. "So do you want that number?"
"Number for what?"
"The number for my agency."
"Oh. No, I don't. I wouldn't. Kara, I'm not... I don't pay for sex."
"Well, I can certainly see why you wouldn't need to, but it isn't just about sex. Most of the time it's about the company, the companionship, or the conversation. Most women just want to feel heard and seen. That's what I provide." She clasped her hands together and crossed her legs. "I'm like a therapist but better!"
"Pssht. Better how?"
"I get immediate and lasting results." Kara smiled proudly at her token of wisdom. "Tell me; when was the last time you felt an intimate connection with someone? I don't mean physically, but spiritually or emotionally connected."
The brunette refilled her own glass this time and took another sip in contemplation. She had a burning desire to be nothing but truthful with this perfect stranger, and she had no idea why. Maybe it was her otherworldly beauty. Maybe it was her carefree demeanor, but whatever it was, it made her want to spill it all. "The last time I felt that way must have been in boarding school, with my best friend, so about ten years." Lena looked away, as she remembered Andrea. No one other than her birth mother had made her feel so safe, and then she'd betrayed her trust.
"Ten years is way too long, Lena!" Kara whined Lena's name out of pity.
Lena huffed. "I do fine on my own." She lifted her chin in defiance.
"I'm sure you do, but Lena, wouldn't it be nice to be relieved of your burdens just for one night? Don't you want to be seen?" Kara scooted closer on the sofa. Their knees brushed as she slid her palm across Lena's knee and squeezed lightly.
Lena jerked her leg away in reflex and winced.
"Sorry!"
"It's okay. I guess I'm just ticklish."
"You mean you're skittish." Kara raised an eyebrow.
"You make me sound like a prude! I'll have you know I am anything but." Her chin tilted higher.
"I said no such thing! Look, Lena, you can take my card and call or not call. It's entirely up to you, but I hope you do." Kara handed her a glossy, black business card with silver lettering.
"You hope I do... Why?" She was genuinely curious as to her neighbor's motivations.
"Because you seem a little, I don't know, sad? Also, not to sound superficial, but have you seen yourself?" The goddess laughed again, and Lena felt it heat her belly and make her chest thump loudly. "I'd love to take you out for a date. No funny business, I promise!"
Lena raised a perfectly-sculpted eyebrow.
"Unless you want there to be." Kara goofily wriggled her eyebrows, and Lena pushed her shoulder as she blushed. "It's the same price either way."
Why does she make me feel like a giggling teenager? Get it together, Luthor!
"Speaking of price, is it too nosey to ask how much you charge?"
"$600 an hour."
Lena almost did a spit-take. "An hour!"
"How else could I afford the rent on this place?"
"That's... a good point, actually," Lena conceded and checked the time on her phone. "If you'll just show me to your bedroom, I'll be out of your hair shortly. It's getting late." She drained her third glass and felt a pleasant buzz warming her senses. As she went to stand, she stumbled in her heels, but Kara quickly caught her waist to steady her. Lena gasped at the contact.
"Whoa there." Kara smiled sweetly at her and asked with concern, "have you had too much to drink?"
Lena smirked, showing off a dimple with another raised eyebrow. "Just enough."
"Heh. Okay then. It's this way." Kara released her and walked down the hall.
Lena obediently followed after her towing her toolbox. As she entered the bedroom, she noticed the scent of cinnamon was even stronger. "Did you know that cinnamon helps to support a healthy sex drive?"
Kara bent over at the end of her king-sized bed. "I did know that! So does sandalwood, but it makes my throat itch. Thus the cinnamon." She bent her knees, lifted the bed, and drug it backwards a few feet to make room for Lena.
Meanwhile, the stupefied Luthor was trying not to drool at the display of strength. She cleared her dry throat and unveiled a wrench to fit the bolts of the headboard. She squeezed herself in at the head of the bed and began tightening the bolts. "So I'm curious. What does a woman such as yourself..."
"A sex-worker?"
"Ahem, yes. What does a sex-worker fantasize about? Do you even have fantasies?"
Kara shrugged. "Of course I do! I am human, Lena."
"Okay, but I mean, what fantasy could you possibly have that hasn't already been fulfilled?" Lena went to work on the second bolt.
Kara's face turned bright red as she looked down at her feet.
Lena looked up at her and scoffed. "Oh come on; it can't be that bad. Tell me? I'll tell you mine."
Kara scratched the back of her neck, and Lena was distractedly endeared. "Okay, umm. Okay, I love using a strap-on, but I want to know what it really feels like to umm... penetrate someone."
"Are you saying you want to be a man? Kara, that's pretty common and very understandable."
"No, not exactly. I just want to know what it feels like during sex, but I don't want to have a penis all the time. It just wouldn't feel like me. I do like being a woman." Her cheeks remained flushed pink.
As Lena tightened the last bolt, she contemplated Kara's dilemma. "You know there are strapless..."
"Yeah, I have one. It's great, but I know it's not the same thing. What I want is impossible, but I guess that's why it's called a fantasy."
"I suppose you're right." Lena finished and stepped out from behind the headboard. "Push it back?" Kara easily heaved the bed back into place. "Great! Now, will you test it?"
Kara cocked an eyebrow.
Lena sighed. "Just shake the bed, Kara."
The blonde placed her hands at the end of the mattress and pushed several times. "Oh, it didn't hit the wall! That's wonderful! Thanks, neighbor." Kara beamed at her with shining, white teeth.
Lena, like the nerd that she was, gave herself a high five and grinned proudly. "Okay, I'll let you get back to it! Do you have a date tonight?"
"No, it's my night off. You caught me at a good time."
"Okay, well, I'll let you get some rest then. It was nice to meet you, Kara Danvers." Lena held out her hand to shake, but Kara grabbed her hand and pulled her in for a tight hug. Lena positively melted in her arms.
"Thank you, Lena. It was great to meet you too!" She released her with a giddy smile.
Lena packed up her toolbox and followed Kara down the hall to the front door. Kara opened the door for her and spoke up softly. "I hope you sleep well tonight, Lena."
Lena smiled in gratitude. "You too, Kara. Goodnight."
"Goodnight!"
Lena smiled to herself as Kara closed the door behind her. She drifted back to her own apartment, toed off her heels, and put her toolbox away. She decided to change into something more comfortable, but she was in the mood for feeling a little sexy tonight even though there was no one around to appreciate it. She chose a tight, green camisole with black lace trim and matching, barely-there shorts.
She decided to study her craft a little before going to sleep and opened her grimoire. She casually flipped through the pages, rereading passages on medicinal herbs and the various uses of mosses. Then she turned the book to the very back section: sex magic. She had experimented with it a little college, mostly just enhancing the experience for both her and her partner. She hadn't tried any of the spells that required her to be more acrobatic. Limber, she was not. Then she came across a penis enlargement spell, and it hit her all at once. She could help Kara fulfill her fantasy.
Lena dropped the book on her bed, grabbed two red candles, and skittered out of her apartment and back down the hall. She excitedly pounded on the door for 506.
A moment later Kara opened the door. "Oh wow! Uh Lena, what are you... Umm, I told you I'm not working tonight," she politely reminded her, noticing the lacey lingerie.
"Huh?" Lena looked down at herself and blushed. "Please ignore what I'm wearing, Kara. I can help you!"
Kara's eyes bulged as she tried to look away. "You already fixed my bed. What else do I need help with?"
"Your fantasy!" She was nearly out of breath in her excitement, and it had not quite donned on Lena that she was, in fact, offering to have sex with her sex-worker neighbor as a favor.
"Lena, that's very kind of you to offer, but I already told you I've tried..."
"No, Kara. I can actually help you with it. I'm a witch. Not a very good one, but I know I can do this!"
"Lena, are you talking about magic?"
"Yes!" Lena nodded enthusiastically.
"But magic isn't real?"
"Oh, but it is very real, darling, and I'm here to help... if you want it?"
Kara studied her intently for a moment. Then her hand dropped from the doorknob, and she silently guided Lena back into her home. She crossed her arms across her chest and scowled. "I'm gonna need you to prove it."
Lena nodded again and set her candles down on the dining table. Normally, she didn't like to show off, but she had an overwhelming desire to impress her new friend. She lit one of the candles, closed her eyes, and held out her hand. "Mother help guide my light. Mother help guide my light." She repeated it three more times, and without warning, the flame went out from one candle and appeared on the other candle, burning brightly.
Kara's mouth hung open in shock. "It's-It's real." She reached her hand toward the flame, and Lena batted it away.
"It's still fire, Kara."
"Oh. Right."
Lena raised her arms with her palms up. "So what do you think? Do you want to try it?"
Kara pursed her lips and glanced at Lena. Then she bit her bottom lip and glanced back at Lena again. "Oh, hell yes," she replied breathily. She took an uncertain step toward Lena. "So how do we do this?"
"Um, well, you'll have to get naked, and I can talk you through it." She snapped her fingers, and the unlit candle roared back to life.
"That's so hot," Kara muttered.
Lena picked up both candles and headed for the bedroom. "And I'm not paying you by the hour. This is a favor I'm doing you."
"Lena, if this works, I'll pay you by the hour."
Lena giggled in response and set the candles on the nightstand. Kara followed after her, stripping off her sports bra on the way. She stumbled a bit while trying to step out of her bike shorts, and Lena chuckled again.
Kara stepped toward Lena and cupped her cheek gently. "You have the most gorgeous eyes. Do you know that?"
"Yes, I've heard that one before." She smirked.
"Well, it's true, Lena. You're beautiful." Kara bent down and lightly brushed her lips against Lena's.
Lena inhaled a stuttering breath and whispered, "thank you. You're beautiful, too." She pressed her lips more firmly against Kara's and guided her back against the bed. She was feeling slightly overwhelmed but was resolved to see this through. She wanted this woman like she had never desired anyone before. She couldn't describe the strong connection she felt to her after only one evening in her presence, but she felt like she couldn't possibly get close enough. She deepened the kiss and heard Kara release a soft moan, their tongues gliding together like they had always belonged together.
Kara hit the bed with the backs of her thighs and sat down, pulling Lena along with her onto the bed. Lena crawled over her to keep their lips in contact and bracketed Kara's shoulders with her forearms. Her body slowly melted onto Kara as they kissed, and Lena slid a knee between her legs. As she rocked her hips forward, she felt the slick heat of Kara's arousal painting her thigh and breathed out Kara's name. "Kara..."
"Lena." Kara's hips bucked as Lena's thigh came down to meet her aching core.
Lena peppered kisses down Kara's chin and along her jaw, pausing to suck just beneath her ear, then followed her pulse down her slender neck. The brunette was aroused beyond belief, and she could scarcely believe this was really happening. She trailed kisses down Kara's sternum and across to a perky nipple, sucking it gently into her eager mouth with pouty lips. She hummed in pleasure as she circled the bud with her tongue, and she palmed the other breast with her hand, squeezing a perfect handful.
Kara writhed and bucked her hips again beneath her. "Lena, please," she whispered.
Lena looked into Kara's dark eyes and grinned lecherously. "What is it, sweetheart?" She placed a kiss over her pounding heart. "Tell me what you need."
"I want you to- to cast the spell."
"That's exactly what I'm doing. Don't worry, Kara. I'll take care of you."
"Okay. Okay, I trust you."
Lena beamed in response and continued her journey of nipping, kissing, and sucking down between Kara's breasts and to her toned stomach. She paused at her belly button, sat up, and gracefully shucked her camisole over her head, depositing it on the floor. She returned to the goddess' tummy, kissing her way down through neatly trimmed hair. She inhaled the heady scent of her deeply and sighed with delight. This was going to be fun!
Lena traced her fingertips lightly from the insides of Kara's knees, up her thighs, to the apex of her legs, and muscular legs involuntarily fell open further. She bent forward reverently and licked a scorching path through Kara's glistening slit. They both moaned in satisfaction. "Goddess of Love, heed my call." She finished the rest of the incantation in her head as she latched on to Kara's clit and began to circle it with her tongue, lightly at first but incrementally increasing in speed and pressure.
A zing of pleasure zipped up Kara's spine as another moan spilled from her lips. "Oh, Lena! Yesss."
An indigo glow sparked to life beneath Lena's lips. Her green eyes sparkled knowingly as Kara's sightline locked with hers. She felt Kara's essence coating her chin and doubled the pace, surrounding Kara's clit in magical embers.
Kara gasped and knocked her hips up toward Lena's fabulous mouth. Lena grabbed her hips to hold her in place, and Kara relented in defeat. "Oh god. Fuck!"
Lena paused briefly to inhale a breath. "Kara, tell me what you want." She returned to her task with vigor.
"I- I want..."
"Tell me."
"I want to fuck you!" she shouted.
Lena couldn't help but grin in triumph. "Good. Now, show me."
"What? Lena, I..." A surge ripped through Kara, and she felt her clit grow, hitting the roof of Lena's mouth. "Oh Lena! Yes! Keep doing that."
Lena coated her middle finger in Kara before sliding it into her and massaging her front wall, just behind her clit. Kara's clit grew another two inches, and Lena hummed with pleased satisfaction.
"Gods, Lena. What are you doing to me?" Kara panted.
Lena pumped her finger slowly in and out, curling it over her g-spot while bobbing her warm mouth around the glowing, protruding appendage. "Show me how much you want to fuck me, Kara."
Kara's head whipped back and forth, as she was overwhelmed with sensation. "I want to fuck you so bad, Lena! I'm gonna fuck you so good." She trailed off as she moaned louder. "You'll see."
Lena took hold of Kara's hand and guided her to the indigo rod which now stood proudly between her legs. "Keep stroking for a moment."
Kara obliged and gasped in awe. "I have a penis," she stated with amazement, and she watched as Lena stepped off the bed to eliminate the barrier of her lacey, green shorts.
Lena smirked down at her as she climbed back onto the bed. "That you do, darling." She straddled Kara with her knees on either side of her stomach and bent down to kiss her with unrestrained passion. Lena had never felt so attuned to another human being before. It felt like her heart was crashing into place with each beat. She began to rock her dripping pussy up and down Kara's newfound shaft.
Kara gripped tightly at Lena's hips, guiding her forward and back. Her penis glowed brighter as it seemed to grow thicker and longer with each pass. "Is it going to keep growing like that?"
"It should only be as big as you want it to be." Lena glanced between their legs, and her chest burned red. "Although, I have to say I'm not sure if I'll be able to take anything much bigger than that."
Kara slid her hand behind Lena's neck and pulled her down for another heated kiss. "I think you can take me." She pulled their bodies flush and flipped Lena over onto her back. She kissed her again with desperation and sucked on her tongue.
A loud moan ripped out of Lena's throat, and she felt Kara's head probing her entrance.
"You are so fucking gorgeous, Lena." Kara delved her tongue back into Lena's mouth and finally entered her slowly. The look on Kara's face was one of pure bliss as she guided her dick through silken heat.
Lena felt completely enveloped in Kara, inside and out, and she had never felt so safe in someone's arms. The burning stretch of her core made her absolutely melt as Kara bottomed out. She touched Kara's shoulder to get her attention. "Give me a moment."
Kara was nearly planking as she held herself steadily above Lena. "I know. I've got you."
Lena breathed in through her nose and out from her mouth. Her jade eyes glistened as she locked gazes with Kara. She felt so full and so complete that she almost wanted to cry. "Okay, I'm good." She tapped Kara's shoulder and lifted her knees, cradling Kara's hips with her ankles.
Kara slid almost all the way out and then pumped back into her with a harsh thrust. All of the breath flew out of Lena, and she gasped for air. Kara did it once again. "Yes!" Lena cried out. Kara picked up the pace and began to pound in and out of Lena in earnest. Lena encouraged her with each thrust. "Yes, yes! Kara! Yes!"
Then Kara grabbed a pillow, lifted Lena's hips with ease, and shoved the pillow underneath her ass. She drew her knees up for better leverage, reentered Lena in a deep plunge, and began a brutal pace that Lena's breathy shouts could not keep up with. "I wanna make you mine, Lena," she growled out.
"Yes! Ugh, Uh, Uh! I can be... I can be yours!" Lena enthusiastically agreed. She wondered if she would agree to anything Kara asked of her right then.
"You feel so fucking... so amazing." Kara grunted with the exertion but kept going strong, pounding into Lena over and over. "So good, Lena! That's it. Take it!"
Lena felt her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave and held her breath.
"Take it!" Kara demanded, and Lena screamed at the top of her lungs. Kara didn't slow even minutely. She continued to pump like she was running a marathon and going for gold. Lena screamed as her orgasm rolled through her and tumbled straight into another. Then Kara came with a low moan, spurting hot fluid into her hoarse partner. "Lena!" she shouted with pleasure.
Then Lena passed out.
Kara chuckled and gently eased herself out. She went to the restroom to retrieve a warm, wet washcloth and began to tenderly clean Lena's thighs and pussy. Lena came to while she was finishing up and smiled weakly.
"How..." Lena cleared her throat. "How long was I out?"
"Just for two minutes."
"Oh." She took Kara's hand in hers. "Thank you for taking care of me."
Kara smiled sweetly. "Of course! I take care of all of my dates."
Lena didn't want to be reminded of Kara's occupation and winced internally, but she kept up a brave face. "Did you mean what you said?"
Kara raised her eyebrows in confusion.
"About making me yours, I mean," she whispered, and Kara barely heard her.
Kara got up to set the washcloth in her hamper. "Lena, I would be honored. You just made my wildest dreams come true, and nothing would make me happier."
A wide grin spread across Lena's face. "Even though we just met?"
Kara nodded, sat back on the bed, and grasped both of Lena's hands. "I'd like to take you out on proper dates and get to know you better, but Lena, I have a really good feeling about us. Don't you feel our connection?"
"I do. Yes." Lena couldn't argue with that. She had felt so connected to Kara all evening, and she was inexplicably drawn to her. She thought it might have to do with the magic, but no. There was no emotional component to her spell. Speaking of magic, Kara still had a glowing penis. She pointed. "Do you want me to get rid of that for you?"
"I had almost forgotten about it! Yes, go ahead."
Lena reached over and wrapped a hand around the shaft. "Extinguish," and it disappeared.
"That's it?"
Lena laughed. "That's it," she confirmed.
"You're amazing!"
Lena shook her head.
"No, I mean it! Simply amazing!"
Lena blushed furiously. "Thank you, Kara. You're pretty amazing yourself." She leant forward and kissed her tenderly. "Now, I think it's time for sleep."
"Agreed. You deserve a good night's rest."
"I do. Don't I?" She yawned and stretched.
Kara got into the bed and pulled the covers over both of them. She kissed the top of Lena's head as she curled into her side. "Goodnight, Lena."
"Goodnight, love."