The sleeve of Lena's blouse snags on a sharp tree branch, renting from her forearm up to the shoulder. She winces at the shallow but lengthy nick in her flushed skin, but she can't stop to worry about it. Not now, not tonight. Her lungs burn, aching from the exertion but she pushes herself to race forward.
What started out as a relaxing evening in her family cabin, secluded in an intimate corner of the woods several miles outside Metropolis, quickly morphed into something much more pulse pounding.
It had sounded like such innocent fun when she first floated the idea. A lighthearted chase through the thick forest, her blonde super-powered girlfriend never far behind.
Kara was hesitant at first, but soon acquiesced, wanting to be open to trying new things. The jaunt sounded simple enough, a pursuit through the woods, upping the ante by doing so at night. After all, if they were going to do this, Lena wanted to go all the way in. It was supposed to be playful, like a game of footsie under the table during family dinner.
Lena was wrong. So very, very wrong.
She keeps up the sprint as fast as she can.
The pounding of her heart like a battering ram against her ribcage, the rush of blood roaring through her veins drowns out the snap of dry branches and the crunch of woodland debris under her tired feet as she runs blindly through the woods.
The full moon above provides poor illumination as it barely penetrates the dense tree canopy blanketing out most of the midnight sky.
Intellectually she knows, she knows, there isn't anything to fear. This is just a scenario, one of many, she's played out with Kara. This is just a game. But what she did not account for was that her body would not be able to differentiate between running for her life for fun and running for her life for real.
Her heart beats as wildly as it would when she stares down the barrel of an assassin's gun or free-falls off her office balcony, nosediving towards the hard concrete below. Only then, Supergirl would come, all handsome and heroic in full regalia, strong arms holding Lena close and eyes raining down fire on those who sought to harm what was hers.
But now, Lena's running like hell away from that hero, from that source of strength and security.
Shit!
A shrill scream climbs out of Lena's throat when a blast as sharp as a gunshot whips by just a hair's breadth away from her cheek. The trees bow under the force and speed of it, several leaves shaken loose from the rattled branches.
Lena startles from the quick, scorching heat, losing her footing over a gnarled root she failed to notice. Momentum far too great, propelling her forward in an unbalanced lurch.
She hurdles forward in a dive, rolling over like a tumble weed through the mess of ferns and shrubs, landing flat and breathless on her back. Her vision swims for a moment, chest heaving as her lungs greedily fill up with oxygen.
Something zooms closer and lands with an earth-shaking thud nearby.
Lena lays there for a moment, brain frantically trying to recalibrate, heart beating a panicked staccato hard against her ribs. She stares up at the thick tree cover, fighting to catch her breath and her lungs burn behind her sternum. A new sound cuts through the noise of nature around her.
A hum, light and almost cheery. Melodic. Beautiful. Followed by heavy footfalls and Lena's heart seizes up in her quivering chest.
"Wow, you made it so much further than I thought you would," Kara calls into the night, her tone as light and airy as her humming was. "Even with that fifteen-minute head start. But seriously, Lena. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to find you?"
Frazzled, Lena scrambles to her feet, knees wobbly, and she slumps involuntarily against a tree. The old and chipped bark bites into her back through the thin material of her blouse but she pays it no mind, too preoccupied with trying to locate Kara from her honied voice alone.
It is much too dark for Lena to even make out the shape of Kara's silhouette, much less the imposing figure of the blonde herself. But what Lena manages to make out instead, turns her insides to ice in an instant.
Several feet away, two glowing dots the size of human eyes cut through the blackest night, peering around idly until abruptly, they lock onto Lena.
Lena struggles to straighten her back against the old tree. The malevolent glow of those red eyes are just enough to illuminate the way Kara's lips pull into a smile sharp as broken glass and just as deadly. Her canines flash dangerously.
"Gotcha," she whispers, all giddy, like a child winning at hide and seek.
Immediately, Lena bolts like a scampering herd of antelope startled by a lion. She supposes that that is a correct analogy. She certainly feels like prey. There's no real thought put into why she dashes off, nothing behind it but a pure, primal panic and impulse to escape.
Kara may be the absolute love of her life but that was the most terrifying thing Lena has ever seen. Logic has vacated her mind. All she knows is she needs to get the fuck away.
She hustles through the dense tree line, coming across a clearing. She pushes into a sprint down the path, ignoring the burn of her muscles as the lactic acid builds in them.
There's a small hill near an active stream just up ahead and though every step feels like a million, Lena sucks down the ache and makes a break for it. She slows to jog and hurtles herself behind the hill, leaning heavily against it as she tries to catch her breath once more.
She clamps both hands over her mouth, desperate to mute the extreme loudness of her breathing cutting through the relative quiet of the forest. It's as good a plan as any and hopefully will provide an opportunity for her to rest a bit before making another run for it.
The rules of tonight's game were simple. Make it back to the Luthor cabin without getting caught by her Kryptonian chaser. Lena would get a head start, fruitless as it ended up being, and Kara would be prohibited from using her x-ray vision or flight. The other abilities in her arsenal of power, most notably super hearing, are still very much on the table.
Lena's only hope is that the water gushing down the narrowed stream would be just enough to mask the thundering in her aching chest, and the stuttering drag of air into her lungs.
In this state of fright, it's difficult—borderline impossible— to gauge the passage of time. It could've been seconds, minutes, an hour even. She doesn't know. It doesn't matter. Before long, heavy booted footsteps crunch though the underbrush in close proximity.
Lena holds her shuddering breath.
"Leeennnnaaa," Kara's voice rings out in a singsong, carrying easily. Lena can practically see the wicked smile in her tone. "Oh Lena. Come out, come out wherever you are." She laughs, loud and hearty and something snaps as she inches closer. "You may as well give up now. I might go easy on you if you do. We both know you're not going to get away. You're mine."
Lena's clamp over her own mouth tightens like a boa as she tucks herself further in against the grassy mound. Any further and she'll phase right into it. Kara's words throw her into a disorienting haze of panic and excitement, a dangerous mix.
She isn't sure if she should be running from or towards that sweet siren calling her name from the shadows. She's really only made it this far because Kara let her, content to let this play out because there is absolutely no way Lena can evade her for long.
Perhaps with time and her technology at hand, soundproof and lead lined walls and signal jammers. And even then, eventually, Kara will find her. Kara will always find her.
The stomp of footsteps halt as abruptly as they started. There's no sound now other than the burble of the stream and Lena's own frantic heart thrumming. Time passes, seconds stretching into minutes, Lena's ears straining to pick up on even the faintest indication of movement.
While Kara may not have her x-ray vision to rely on, her other senses are still amplified to a frighteningly intrusive degree. Kara had once told her she could taste atoms in the air and hear gaseous exchange across the alveoli.
Lena can only pray that there's enough life present in the forest tonight to distract those keen senses if she hopes to make it back to the cabin and win this little game.
A game. It's just a game, she quickly reminds herself.
As tentative as a child checking the closet for monsters before bedtime, Lena takes a deep breath and peers around the edge of hill and into the clearing where Kara's voice originated. It's easier to see here as the moonlight pours in. There are no red dots to frighten her this time. There's no trace of Kara at all.
Whether that's good or bad, Lena doesn't know. All she knows is that she can't stay here for much longer. The extra lighting makes her braver but it still takes her a few more minutes to move off.
The fact that she didn't hear Kara's retreating footsteps may indicate that the blonde opted to hover as she wandered off. Maybe she thought Lena had made it further into the other side of the woods, further away from her final destination. Perhaps her subterfuge has worked.
Hope bleeds into Lena, lending her the last bit of confidence she needs to backtrack into the forest she previously ran from. She knows these woods well, having to endure several hunting trips with Lex and Lionel, despite her opposition to the practice. Only now she's the one being hunted by an apex predator.
Knowing firsthand the sensitivity of Kara's hearing, she picks up a slow and careful jog towards the thicket she had emerged from, not daring to snap a single twig under her weight.
There's a few branches spread across her path and Lena raises her arms to shield her face as she barrels through only to crash into something warm and rock solid. Initially, Lena is too dazed to do anything as she stumbles backward, like a ball bouncing off a wall. That's when a strong arm shoots out, snaking tight around her waist.
Finally, Lena remembers herself and screams, her feet lifting clean off the ground as Kara hovers several feet above.
"Shhh," Kara hushes, her grip tightening exponentially. "Not so fast." The words are warm huffs against Lena's ear as a muscled body of sun forged steel presses impossibly close to hers. Goosebumps erect all over her body, the nape of her neck prickling with unease.
Without thinking, Lena thrashes hard against Kara with everything she has, tiny palms pounding into pure steel, stinging her fists. The Kryptonian is as unyielding as a mountain, Lena's hits barely felt. Lena shoves roughly against the symbol of the house of El emblazoned on Kara's chest.
The suit is just a few weeks old, form fitting, traditional blue and red a few shades darker. The iconic red cape flutters at the blonde's back, slightly longer and as heavy as a weighted blanket. The El symbol sits boldly at the centre of the suit, gold accents rimming her wrists and wrapping around her thigh and waist. It's the uniform of a noble hero, the great champion of Earth.
But right now, it's never looked more menacing.
"Stop fighting me," Kara huffs impatiently. "Or don't." Smiling with cruel amusement, Kara's other hand moves lightning quick to wrap around Lena's throat, swiftly denying her any more oxygen. Her lungs burn with the denial as her air supply dwindles and her vision swims, blurred blue, black and red. Kara watches her with deep fascination, acutely attuned to every delectable sound of terror rushing through Lena's body.
Lena claws at the mighty hand curled over her windpipe to no avail, eyes watering and burning.
Just before it becomes full-on strangulation, Kara releases her hold. She drops back down to the ground unceremoniously, jostling Lena but before the brunette can react, Kara has spun her around and pins her back up against a tree. Lena's breath catches in her throat as she stares up at the blonde towering over her.
Effortlessly, Kara slots a powerful thigh between Lena's legs, spreading her wide. Then she catches both of Lena's wrists in a single, large hand, trapping them up above Lena's head.
"There's my baby girl," Kara purrs, stroking Lena's cheek with her knuckles as she leans forward. On an ordinary day, Lena would've leaned into it. The gentle rumble of Kara's voice whenever she calls Lena hers never fails to make Lena melt and send a tingle up and down her spine. But tonight, they're playing a game and despite her frayed state, Lena isn't about to lose it all without a proper fight.
So defiantly, Lena jerks her face as far away as she can manage and leans at an angle. "Let me go," she grits out.
"No," Kara replies simply with a broad, irritating smile. She catches Lena's jaw between her powerful fingers, forcing the brunette to face her. Lena meets the midnight blue of her eyes, pulse quickening when she catches the crimson flares in them. "I will never, ever do that, Lena. Did you forget? You're all mine, sweetheart."
Without warning, Kara kisses her hard, swallowing up the cry of protest she was about to give. Lena nearly succumbs, she nearly kisses Kara back before she remembers herself, remembers how much she hates losing.
So instead, she twists as violently as she can in Kara's iron grasp, knowing fully well the bruises that will litter her skin as a result. She pulls back, trying whatever she can to gain some leverage, to gain some control but it's pointless.
Kara is the strongest being in the entire world. The only way Lena is going to break free is if the blonde lets her and that doesn't appear to be part of her plans for the night. Lena's feet aren't even touching the ground, lifted with ease by just Kara's thigh between her legs and Kara's body is pressed far too close for Lena to utilize her legs against her. Not that it would help anyway.
And Kara? If that insufferable grin is anything to go by, she seems to be relishing Lena's futile struggles. She smiles against Lena's lips, claiming another kiss whether or not Lena wants to give it.
The Kryptonian's tongue presses strong and wet and Lena finds herself yielding. It enters her mouth, hot and demanding and Lena uses the chance to bite down. It's soft beneath her teeth but the skin doesn't break, there's no whine of discomfort from Kara.
Without a handy shard of kryptonite, there isn't anything Lena could do that would damage her. Not that Lena would ever touch that radioactive rock ever again. In fact, she had tasked herself and Brainy with scouring the globe to find every deposit of it that they could and launched it back into space. Lena doesn't care if a time ever comes where that kryptonite may prove useful, that Kara's power shouldn't remain unchecked like that. She wouldn't see her hurt again, least of all by her.
Kara hums a delighted little noise, and finally breaks the kiss. Lena gulps in lungfuls of air. Kara grins at her, canines glinting like a predator once more. "Careful now. You're getting me even more excited," she punctuates it with a slow grind up between Lena's legs, startling a moan out of Lena much to the brunette's immediate horror.
She lets go of Lena's face in favour of trailing that hand down the curves and plains of her body. That same hand cups Lena's breast through her dirt sullied blouse and squeezes. Lena can't stop herself from moaning.
"Y'know, I was going to be nice and take you back to the cabin," Kara starts, fingers kneading tender flesh like dough, "but after all this, if you're going to behave like some wild animal—" she pauses, voice so seamlessly veering from toffee apple sweet to a rough growl it makes Lena's head spin, "—I'll just fuck you into the dirt like one."
It's usually jarring, hearing curse words out of Kara's mouth. This is a woman known to say golly for christ sake. But she isn't dealing with that Kara, sweet, dorky, pastel wearing Kara. This is a different beast altogether, a powerful being with a god complex fully capable of conquering the world if she really wanted to.
If Lena ever asked.
Lena's struggling inadvertently intensifies the friction of Kara's thigh against her centre, her clit throbbing away against firm muscle behind the confines her jeans. She turns her head as Kara plants wet kisses down the elegant column of her throat, wringing a stuttering gasp out of her when sharp Kryptonian teeth sink in.
She feels Kara chuckle against her clammy skin followed by a hot tongue dragging soothingly over the stinging mark. Soft honey gold hair at the top of her head tickles along Lena's jaw.
"Unless of course, you behave for me. Will you behave for me?" Kara asks sweetly, drawing back to meet Lena's panicked stare. The question makes Lena ache, hastens the throb of her clit. But she can't just hand Kara a win.
She stares back at her lover. The chase made her typically perfect locks fall out of place, giving her a wild look. Between the beating of her heart and her clit, Lena feels as untamed as Kara appears.
It's a split decision when Lena spits straight in Kara's face. It spatters the corner of her mouth and cheek. Lena expects rage, expects Kara to release her in disgust. That doesn't happen.
At first, Kara seems genuinely shocked, her dark blue eyes wide and incredulous. Then, she starts to laugh. Joyous and full-bellied, as though Lena told her greatest joke of her life. It's a sound Lena has heard before but in this context, it rolls chill after chill all the way to Lena's tailbone.
She didn't know Kara could sound this menacing.
Kara pulls one of Lena's limp hands down and uses it to wipe the mess she made clean. Then she turns her face to nuzzle into Lena's palm, oblivious to the way Lena fights to close it from her. When she looks at Lena again, her pupils are blown, reducing the blue of them to a thin ring. It makes her eyes appear as black as a shark's with the same predatory threat.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this," she says in a low voice, her sharp grin returning.
Too quick for her eyes to map, Kara dips down and hauls her up and over her broad shoulders effortlessly. Her suit is cool through the sheerness of Lena's blouse. Lena balls her fists and pummels Kara's toned back with every ounce of strength and outrage she can muster. Desperately she twists and pulls against Kara's grip but it does nothing. Lena roars out her frustrations.
"Scream all you like, baby," Kara laughs, giving Lena's ass an indulgent but reprimanding smack. "No one is going to hear it but me."
Kara moves and before long, she hurls Lena forward unexpectedly. An undignified yelp escapes Lena and though she hits the ground gently, the motion of it is no less disorienting. Sprawled out on her back, she tries to roll over but a sudden weight settles on her thigh, arresting her movement.
A muddy crimson boot presses firmly there, effectively pinning her. Above, she makes out Kara's form as she reaches for her zipper. Slowly, she pulls it down, freeing her very erect and girthy cock. She grips it with a soft sigh, peering down at Lena through heavy eyelids and thick lashes.
It was an unanticipated but welcome surprise, the first night they slept together, and Kara sheepishly explained the differences in Kryptonian anatomy and her worries that Lena may find it too strange, too alien to engage. Lena dispelled that notion immediately, watching with utter fascination as the appendage unfurled from Kara's unassumingly smooth slit like a flower in bloom.
It's much pinker than flesh tone and doesn't have the distinct head shape of a typical human dick but everything else, down to the pre-cum dripping from the tip, is generally the same.
"Look at you, such a hot fucking mess," she groans, pumping her shaft in slow and even slides. It's mesmerizing, how hard Kara already is, the presumed head of her cock leaking thick drops of pre-cum with every deliberate stroke.
Lena can practically feel how badly Kara wants her, gaze dark and feasting like a cheetah. Kara's breath hitches and she looks very much like a wild, carnivorous beast drooling over a fresh cut of juicy meat.
Lena writhes beneath Kara but the fight isn't in her as strongly and the weight of Kara's boot alone is more than enough to keep her in place. The blonde limitless strength never ceases to thrill Lena.
"Please," Lena breathes, trying in vain to keep desire out of her voice. "Please don't. Just—just let me go, Kara. Please. I promise, I won't tell anyone. No one will ever have to know—"
"Shhh baby," Kara hushes quickly, lips curled into a lopsided smile that's almost reassuring. Almost. "I know you won't. Don't worry."
Kara lifts her boot and bends over with the same motion, gripping a handful of raven hair between her fingers and using that leverage to hoist Lena up and onto her knees. Despite the less than ordinary grip, the way Kara handles her is exceedingly gentle. Not that there's any need for truly forceful movements. Lena has no choice but to move with her.
"You're going to make it up to me, aren't you?" The question is rhetorical as Kara holds Lena steady and guides her towards her twitching cock. The blonde arches Lena's head back, maintaining that useful hold in her hair.
"Open wide," she says, sickeningly sweet and that's the only heads-up Lena gets before a thick shaft is shoved between her pretty lips. Pre-cum smears warm and sticky along the length of her tongue, all the way to back of her throat.
The salty taste of Kara is instantly intoxicating and while Lena initially gags at the sudden intrusion, it doesn't take along for her to adjust and begin sucking Kara down instinctively. The taste of her is better than anyone Lena's ever been with and she finds herself swallowing every drip she gets.
"Mmm, yes. That's it. You're so good at this," Kara says quietly, breathless as she positively destroys Lena. Something close to a moan vibrates around the member in her mouth as she braces her hands against Kara's solid thighs. Her nails dig hard into the mesh fabric of the suit. Kara pulls her hand back from her cock, content to let Lena do her thing.
She soon picks up a steady pace, rocking her hips against Lena shallowly. Even in this state, she's mindful of the boundless strength she possesses, the comparative fragility of her human lover. Lex and Lillian would be enraged to see her on her knees having her mouth fucked by this Kryptonian god.
The pad of Kara's thumb lightly caresses Lena's lips, tracing the line of them where they stretch wide around her cock. She's completely and utterly entranced by Lena, watching her with an endlessly intensity that no human could ever possibly manage. Lena's jaw slackens, drool coating Kara's cock as the blonde carefully fucks her mouth.
"Oh ho, ho," Kara chuckles, a little breathless, a little crazed. "You wanted it all along, didn't you? Mmm, I can smell you, Lena. You're so fucking wet for me."
With that, she fucks deeper, and Lena fights off the gag successfully. It's evaded her, the desire to fight. Her sea glass eyes well with hot tears that collect on her lashes, weighing them down against her cheek as her eyes close. The pressure of Kara's impressive cock on her tongue is divine and Lena can't help but lose herself in the addictive feel of it.
Kara bucks in further and this time, Lena remembers to let herself gag and she tries weakly to pull away, fighting back against the hand flattened at the base of her skull.
"Hold on," Kara growls, completely unfazed, tightening her grip in Lena's dark and tousled hair. "Not yet. I'm almost there. I'm so close." Her voice frays at the end as she begins to come apart, control and care slipping just the tiniest bit.
Her thrust become faster, almost frenzied and her hands move to hold either side of Lena's head. She's using Lena so thoroughly, so unashamedly, that Lena feels like a goddamn toy in her hands.
Lena's breath is reduced to shallow gasps in between the frantic buckles of Kara's hips. The blonde sounds unhinged as she grunts out, "Take it, Lena. Take it. Take it good for me. So good for me. Always knew you could."
Praise of any nature falling from Kara's sweet lips will never fail to entice Lena and it makes her even more lightheaded than the lack of air does. The fight has been fucked out of her for now as she grips Kara's thighs for dear life, eyes fluttering, vision blurring. She's barely tethered to reality.
Kara comes with a choked-off noise, yanking Lena all the way down onto her cock. Lena doesn't even get the chance to taste the cum. She just feels the heavy pulses of Kara's cock against her tongue, the severing heat of it sliding down her throat, warming her up from the inside out like a mug of Swiss cocoa.
Just when Lena believes she may finally pass out, Kara withdraws, holding Lena up by the scruff of her neck as she coughs wetly. Lena gulps down breath after blessed breath, gradually coming back to reality. Kara strokes her gently through it, whispers praises as she breathes deeply through her own aftershocks.
"You did so well, sweetheart," Kara chuckles, letting go of Lena to tuck herself back into her suit. Before Lena can even think about dashing away on shaky legs, Kara knocks her over with a casual flick of her wrist. She laughs, pleased by the comically way Lena sprawls out on her back once more.
She then crouches down and with a simple tug she rips those designer jeans clean off along with the lacy black number underneath. Only the scraps of them remain, hanging taut off Lena's thighs, fully exposing her.
Kara takes a deep and dramatic inhale. Her smile is downright dangerous.
"Wait," Lena starts, apprehension seeping in, but it's too late. Kara hooks Lena's slender legs up and over her shoulders, leaving just Lena's upper back touching the slightly damp earth below. Then her hands sink into the curve of Lena's hips and lift to her waiting mouth.
With a happy little noise, Kara closes her eyes and descends upon Lena's sopping wet pussy like a man lost in the desert would a fountain. She drags her tongue through the slick mess before closing her lips around Lena's swollen clit.
Against her better judgment, Lena arches with a strangled cry, unintentionally pushing into the heat of Kara's eager mouth. The Kryptonian is ruthless in her movements, feasting on Lena like a meal, plunging her tongue inside and lapping up every single drop she can coax out.
Waste not, want not, Lena can practically hear Kara say.
Unconvinced that she's gotten all she can, Kara travels back up to Lena's throbbing clit and sucks, sending Lena into a tailspin. The usually indomitable woman loses all composure, easily reduced to whimpering mess at her lover's touch.
Kara laps Lena's clit until there's more sweet slick to drink up from her pussy. She's basically fucking Lena with just her tongue, slipping in a dash of super speed to add vibrations Lena has never felt before. She wants more, she is demanding more.
Lena doesn't deny her, coming in an explosion of sheer and unabashed pleasure that radiates through her entire body, screams carrying through the forest. Her thighs lock up on either side of Kara's head, squeezing in a way that would be unpleasant for a human.
But Kara doesn't care, too consumed by the rush of Lena's release that spills down her chin as she endeavours to swallow as much as she can. She groans with it, licking enthusiastically between those quivering lips. These orgasm are powerful, driving Kara insane as Lena comes undone again and again. The dopamine and oxytocin flooding Lena's system makes her taste so exquisite.
Lena barely registers it when the ground falls out from under her, realizing belatedly that Kara is now standing. That leaves Lena hanging precariously in her steel grasp as she continues to devour her prey.
"Stop," Lena gasps, grabbing hold of Kara's wrists. Her moans of pleasure have morphed into broken sobs as she becomes overwhelmed with sensation. "It's too much. Please. It's too much."
The only response is a rough little shake of Kara's head as she nuzzles into Lena's pussy to lap up the latest aftermath. It hurtles Lena quickly towards another. And another, her hips bucking sporadically.
"Please!" Lena cries out, piercing and raw. She has no choice but to hang helplessly in Kara's grasp, squirming with nowhere to go. She's teetering on a razor's edge between pleasure and pain, the twin sensations so intense they burn like ice. "Stop, it's too much."
Even in Lena's brain addled state, she remembers. There is a safe word. Kara had insisted Lena use it the minute things were going too far, when the limits of her human body have been tested and reached.
And unless Lena says it, Kara will act the part of an arrogant god, as her red kryptonite self hell-bent on possessing Lena, claiming her like a conqueror in the new world.
Lena can save herself just by breathing that little word. Kara would easily hear it and immediately stop. But the reality is that Lena doesn't want to stop. It feels good, too good to beg for what she knows Kara won't give her. She comes undone under Kara's skillful tongue, gripped tight and unyielding.
On a regular day, Kara is soft and gentle and always waits for Lena to initiate, to set the pace. But this is what Lena really wanted tonight, a slip of that darkness she knows lurks deep inside Kara. She sees it in flashes whenever an assassination attempt is thwarted and Kara's grips snaps a clavicle into several pieces. Or when Alex was thrown across the street during a fight and Kara unleashed fire and fury on the attacker, ending the battle instantly.
It's not lost on Lena, the unimaginable power that lingers at Kara's fingertips, how that power grows as years pass soaking up the yellow rays of the sun. She wants that, she's drawn to that. So no, she won't give up that safe word. Not yet.
Lena starts feeling dizzy, hanging upside down like this, gasping desperately for breath, trying to find purchase. Kara continues gorging herself, completely unbothered. Her tongue drags up and down and up again, drawing deft figure eights before sucking Lena's clit back between her lips.
Inevitably, Lena comes again, even harder this time, and she screams her throat raw.
Her muscles go limp and spasm violently while Kara licks her through the aftermath of her orgasm, lopping up every last drop. Kara finishes with a content and wet exhale, loudly licking her chomps with Lena still dangling in the air.
Gingerly, she lowers Lena, settling on the grassy floor and slipping out between Lena's legs so she can loom over her effectively. It takes a minute for Lena's lagging brain to realize Kara is kissing her, licking the flavour of her own pussy into her mouth.
Lena jolts when two fingers brush her overstimulated pussy. Kara chuckles at that, soft and light.
"Oh my, look at what you did," she murmurs between kisses as she moves her fingers into Lena, completely ignoring those weak protests. Lena is so wet at this point that the slide of them is a frictionless ache.
"I'm hard again," Kara declares, and she manages to make it sound like an inconvenience when they both know it's anything but. "I guess now I'll have to fuck your tight little pussy."
Kara's fingers pump in and out of Lena, filling the air around them with wet and obscene sounds. Lena's breath hitches like a sputtering car engine and she's about to air her grievances before a strong hand falls over her lips, resting just below her nostrils.
"Not now," Kara grunts, eyes wild and blazing with crimson flames. "Save it for my cock."
Those long fingers delve into Lena deep and her eyes flutter with the pleasure it brings. All she can do now is whimper into the warmth of Kara's hand and squirm under her weight while her fingers work Lena open.
The good news is Lena's clit is given a tiny reprieve. The bad news is that the way Kara hooks and crooks her fingers inside has Lena struggling to stave off another climbing orgasm. So much so that when her fingers slip out, Lena actually whines.
When a few seconds pass and nothing happens, Lena cracks an eye open and finds Kara staring down at her. The blonde's hand is still over her mouth but her other withdrawn hand has moved to settle on Lena's thigh. Her thumb strokes light on Lena's bare skin.
Lena doesn't understand at first, this sudden pause but as her gaze slowly works across Kara's face, from the soften look in her dark eyes to the tight clench of her jaw to the knit between her eyebrows, she realizes.
There's a question, written plain as day: Are you still okay with this?
Lena's heart warms with affection. Of course beneath it all there's traces of her sweet and noble hero who will always protect her. Always check in, even when they're like this. She is giving Lena an out, a chance to say the safe word if she so chooses.
Sensing that Kara will not carry on until she gets a satisfactory answer, Lena breaks character for a single moment and nods.
I trust you is what she hopes to convey. And even after everything they've been through, that has never once been untrue.
That's all Kara needs to instantly slide back into character, like the flip of a switch. It's a subtle change but glaringly obvious to Lena, to someone who knows the blonde so well.
She gasps when Kara removes her hand from her mouth and flips Lena over like a pancake in a skillet. The pungent aroma of grass and dirt filtering through Lena's nose as her head is pushed down. Simultaneously, her ass his lifted up and into the air.
"That's better," Kara purrs, a cold and dangerous edge to her voice that makes Lena's stomach clench in an impairing blend of anxiety and excitement. With one hand like a vice gripped at Lena's nape, Kara lets out her pink, beast of a cock and guides it to the soaked, velvety lips of Lena's pussy.
She drags the wide tip of it up and down, smearing it through the wet mix of her saliva and Lena's own slick. Lena jerks involuntarily when Kara rubs it against her sensitive clit. She's ready to mount Lena triumphantly.
Slowly, Kara opens Lena up on the thick head, moaning a low Kryptonian cuss under her breath. Her powers may make her invulnerable to pain but when it comes to pleasure, she's even more sensitive than Lena is.
An iron grip moves to Lena's hips and holds her steady as the rest of Kara sinks into her with one slow and agonizing slide, immediately—finally—reaching that itch deep inside Lena.
This, this, is why she didn't want to stop.
"Please," Lena moans, eyes screwing shut.
"Please what?" Kara asks, so innocently with a deep little thrust that startles another pitched cry out of Lena. "Go on, Lena. Beg for it. I want to hear you—powerful CEO, brilliant and beautiful Lena Luthor—beg for my cock."
Kara's words are nothing but snarl now and paired with the delicious warmth and weight of her inside, Lena is inebriated. Her hand moves from Lena's hips to her clit and the wet slide of her fingers makes Lena cry out and writhe against this unstoppable hero. Kara rocks Lena back on her member, fucking all way up to her cervix.
"Don't deny it now, my love. I know you too well, remember? I know what you dream about when you're at home touching yourself. It's me, it's always been me. Rao, you're so wet. So fucking wet. Ah, yes. Yes. You love this, huh? Getting fucked by a god. It's what you want. No one else can give this to you. Beg me, Lena. Beg me to fuck you senseless." She drops down to growl in Lena's ear, low and dangerous—straight up threatening, "Do it."
What little is left of Lena's sanity dissolves. The degradation, the truth in those dark, taunting words, the reveal of depravity that lurks between them both. Arousal and indignation burn with equal measure.
"Please Kara, fuck me senseless," Lena obediently begs like a good little human for her mighty god. She barely gets the words out, so overwhelmed by it all. Kara is everywhere, the only thing her mind can even latch onto.
And with that, Kara begins to fuck Lena in earnest, pleased by the complete crumble of Lena's usually ironclad resolve. To spur Kara on further, she leans up to whisper, "Use me. I'm yours."
The noise Kara makes borders on animalistic, somewhere between a groan and growl. She shifts her hand from Lena's nape to her shoulder and grips tight, steel fingers biting into the meat of Lena as she hauls her back onto her stiff member. The rhythm she finds is brutal and relentless, punching the air right out of Lena's battered lungs with every rigid snap of her hips.
Her fingers still glide across Lena's swollen bundle of a clit with every thrust, surging Lena towards release.
Another Kryptonian curse rasps out of Kara as she practically strains with the restraint it takes not to break Lena in half. And in spite of the savage way she's fucking right now, Lena knows that this is merely a drop in the bucket compared to what Kara could do to her. And her faith that Kara will never give her more than she can handle does not falter even for a second. Foolish or not, she gives herself wholly.
The pressure builds rapidly between Lena's thighs, igniting more heat like the drag of a matchstick. She can't move, pinned down effortlessly by the steel hand curled on her shoulder and the hips snapping hard against her hanging ass. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills her ears.
All Lena can do is endure as her orgasm climbs. The scarce breath she manages to inhale are expelled in sharp little whimpers as Kara continues to drive into her wickedly fast.
"You're so tight," Kara says, voice filled with wonder. "Ugh, I can feel you all around me. Rao, you feel so good. Fucking made for me. Always knew you were. The only one worth of me. Come on, baby. Come for me. Please, let me feel you."
Never one to deny this woman anything, Lena comes. Her orgasm hits like mega earthquake, a sudden eruption that renders her so silent, lips falling open on a noiseless scream. Her body locks up tight as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure courses through.
She hears Kara give off a choked grunt as she fucks her through it all. Lena's walls seize around Kara, milking her for all she's worth. The clench is so tight it actually catches Kara off guard. She doesn't stop, encouraged now to move faster, reducing Lena to a keening, pathetic mess.
Helpless, Lena goes limp in the grass, fisting it, dirt burrowing under her French manicure. Kara uses her as instructed until the final trust when she stills for a brief second before a rush of heat so intense jets inside of her. The spurts feel endless.
Lena shudders, dizzy from the sheer magnitude of it all.
Everything around them is bleary, her vision blackening. She feels like she might float out of her very body, her consciousness barely holding on, but the solid reassurance of Kara pressed heavy against her back, sinking down against her, grounds Lena. She's still here and she's safe to let go.
Lena turns her face out of the grass and softly she says the safe word she had been diligently holding onto, "Zhao."
Immediately the game is over.
Kara pushes a hand through Lena's hair, kissing a soft trail from her neck to her ear. She kisses cheek, the corner of the mouth, still bent over Lena but she does not loom menacingly like before. The wet weight of her cock is still buried deep and warm inside.
Softly, she pants in Lena's ear between the kisses, still reeling from her own release. Carefully, Kara lifts off and withdraws, hissing as she does. The mess of thick and perfectly white cum trails out of Lena, leaving wet streaks down her thighs.
Lena winces at the loss, so weak she would've collapsed if not for Kara's unyielding hands on her. She's practically deadweight at this point as Kara tenderly turns her over.
The blonde hovers over her with a hand pressed flat on the grass next to Lena's head. Lena smiles up, lazy and dazed as fuck. Kara returns it, looking almost bashful as her character dissolves into her regular self. She strokes Lena's cheek with her knuckles, a soft and loving touch reserved only for Lena, as she analyzes the brunette critically.
"Was—was that good?" Kara asks, her voice miles away from what it was when she was shoving Lena down into the grass. She's hesitant now, curious even. They've never done this before. It's natural to want feedback.
"That was...you were...amazing," Lena replies breathlessly, and she reaches up to card her fingers through Kara's hair. Her eyelids feel heavy, but she manages to lock Kara's gaze. "I can't feel my legs," she continues with a tiny laugh, "but I've never felt better in my entire life."
Kara visibly preens at that, her eyes narrowing, lips curving into a small smile. She leans in to nuzzle at Lena's neck, inhaling deeply where the scent of her is strongest. Lena strokes through her hair a bit more, but the muscles in her arm soon protest beyond what she can push through so she settles for draping it over Kara's neck instead.
Kara chuckles, scoops Lena into a bridal carry as she has many times before, Lena's limbs hanging as limp as cooked noodles. She floats gradually to her feet, settling back down on the ground with her precious cargo nestled snug against her chest.
"Come on. Let me take care of you," she says quietly, pressing a kiss to Lena's forehead. Lena hums an affirmative and with that, Kara launches up into the night.
Kara carries Lena back to the cabin, the sprawling property more akin to manor, and all the way to the master bedroom. She deposits Lena gently on the California king and wanders into the expansive adjoining bathroom to run a hot and soothing bath.
Lena's reflection stares back at her from the full-length mirror affixed to the closet wall. She looks thoroughly wrecked, completely disheveled, utterly ravaged. She hasn't tracked in so much dirt since she was a little girl making mud pies in her mother's garden. The only garment of hers to survive tonight's encounter is her bra and it is just as grass stained as the rest of her.
Once ready, Kara helps Lena sink slowly into the oversized jacuzzi tub. Lena lets out an exaggerated moan as the heat washes over and the lavender bath bomb begins to soak in. It feels like heaven to every aching corner of her body.
In that short space of time, Kara has managed to light several candles around them, some of them pervading a pleasant black cherry merlot fragrance into the air. There are rose petals—red and white— scattered all over the floor and onto the surface of the bath water. Resting on the ledge is a small bamboo tray with a glass of water and fresh strawberries.
Kryptonians are many things: prideful, strong, resilient, stubborn, territorial, practical. But they are also romantic, attentive to their one and only mate and Kara displays this trait in spades.
The water sloshes as Kara submerges, skin tanned, body as toned as a sculpted renaissance statue, cock just barely poking out of the slit. She slides up to Lena right away and automatically pulls Lena to straddle her lap, the water making them both feel weightless.
Kara buries her face in the crook of Lena's neck, needing more of that calming scent and Lena goes about wetting her hair, massaging her scalp. Kara moans when Lena's deft fingers work in that expensive coconut shampoo she imports, dragging her nails all the down the back of Kara's neck.
Hands sweep down Kara's muscled shoulders, following the trail to her broad and defined back. Her body quickly relaxes under Lena's touch, breathy little sighs escaping. It reminds Lena of playing a piano, precise touches on the keys elicit the most beautiful sounds.
Neither of them speak during the bath. Lena's limbs are heavy, muscles tired but the narrow space between their bodies feels too intimate and scared for words. They don't need them.
So, Lena takes her time conditioning Kara's hair, the silky feel of it slipping between her fingers while Kara wrings soft moans as she massages the knots out of Lena's shoulder, mindful of the ache.
She's so careful, so impeccably aware of her strength as she thoroughly cleans Lena with a soft washcloth. The lavender suds are soothing, lather readily across her skin.
Kara offers her a few strawberries, and her lips linger over the blonde's thumb pressed against there gently. Afterwards, once they're both clean, dried and moisturized, Lena stumbles to the bed, slipping blindly under the covers, relieved to be off her trembling legs.
Kara follows soon after, sliding into the bed. Lena opens her arms, inviting Kara to practically drape herself over her. The dense Kryptonian weight presses her into the mattress. It's almost crushing but Lena loves it.
She smiles when Kara rests her head as best as can between Lena's breasts. "How do you feel?"
"'M good," she murmurs, peering up at Lena. Then there's silence, something lingering in the blonde's throat.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Lena presses encouragingly, idly running a hand over the exposed small of Kara's back.
Kara remains quiet a bit longer but Lena patiently waits. "You were scared."
Lena nods. "Yes. Being chased was scary," she admits, hand inching up the notches in Kara's spine, enjoying the way it flexes under her touch. Kara is always so responsive to her. "But that was the point of our game tonight, darling."
"I know," Kara says, so low Lena strains to hear it. Her grip in the sheets underneath them tighten. "Were...were you scared of me though?"
Lena pauses because now she gets it. There's something vulnerable in Kara's voice that she's trying not to show but Lena sees it anyway. She lifts her head to scrutinize Lena's expression, knit reappearing in her brow. "So you were."
"No," Lena answers firmly. "You did scare me tonight but I wasn't afraid of you. I've never been afraid of you. I enjoyed it so much. It was...it was like watching a scary movie or riding a rollercoaster or skydiving. It was scary yes, but I loved it."
To emphasize her point, she cups Kara's head in both cups and brings her in for a kiss. Kara moves easily, almost as though Lena is the one with super strength, drinking in the assurance.
"Okay, makes sense when you put it like that."
"Good. Did you like it?" Lena has to check because it's not just about her and what she wants.
Kara slides an arm under Lena as she settles back down. "I did. It was so much fun. Nice to just, let go for a bit. Embrace the other parts of myself."
Lena strokes her from the crown of her head all the way down to the base of her neck, and then back up. There's a low rumble in Kara's chest as the blonde begins to purr deeply like a large cat, sending vibrations against Lena's strumming skin.
"I'm glad you had fun, darling. I know that I was asking a lot of you to step out of your comfort zone. But I want you to know that you never have to hide anything from me. I want to know all of you."
Kara is pensive for a moment, head resting heavy on Lena's chest. She rubs her cheek against porcelain skin purpling with bruises. "I want that too. I was worried at first, but I really did like this. Controlling you, holding you down, having you all to myself." She pouts, thumb rubbing circles featherlight against Lena's hipbone, "But I didn't mean to hurt you this much."
"I do bruise easily," Lena points out. "And this is exactly what I wanted from you."
"True," Kara allows. "But if it ever goes too far, and you see something in me that you don't like, you have to tell me," she insists, practically pleading as her grip around Lena tightens reflexively.
"Okay," Lena agrees readily, seeking to ease Kara's worries in whatever ways she can. "Tonight was perfect. You were perfect. You didn't hurt me anymore than I asked you to. And you checked in to make sure I was still okay. You did everything right, my sweet darling. But we don't have to do this again if you don't want to."
"Oh I want to," Kara tells her, grinning broadly. "I love playing games with you. I just...I want to make sure we're careful."
"We will be. I promise."
Kara kisses a path from Lena's collarbone to the space between her breasts, slowly and deeply affectionate. She strokes a hand down Lena's side, to her thigh, squeezing it against her. Kara has always proven handsy but tonight, it's like she cannot get close enough.
"I love you," she murmurs, pressing another kiss to Lena's breast before she closes her mouth over the nipple and suckles softly. She resumes her purring and Lena finds herself lulled by it.
"I love you too." Exhaustion eventually wins over. While Kara may have super stamina, Lena needs to rest for a least a few hours just to feel like a human being again. Kara is a warm, comforting weight against her, the heat of her chasing away any chill as they lay there naked as newborns. Soon, Lena drifts into one of the deepest sleeps she has ever had.