Spellbound (Patreon)

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Rating: Explicit, ABO, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.


Description: Lena casts a spell to help her confess her feelings for Kara.


Tags: Comedy, Witch Lena, Sweet Kara, time loops, oral (both), endless edging, fingering, passionate/lustful sex, romance, no condoms, cream pies, knotting, dirty talk (including some use of 'daddy' as a dominance thing), Lena just wants Kara to top the hell out of her. 


Word count: 11,947





“Two pinches of mugwort, one bunch of yarrow, and five leaves of sage.” Lena recited ingredients out loud as she pored over the book of spells bequeathed to her by her mother.

For the most part, she tried to ignore thinking about her family line and the magical text that occasionally came in handy when Kara was in crisis. Rarely would she ever consider solving her own problems with witchcraft. Desperation had driven her to this experimentation, and that must have been how she accidentally added three pinches of mugwort to the Tupperware she was using as her magic cauldron instead of the clearly specified two. Lena found the container buried underneath a bunch of baking supplies in Kara’s cabinet and haphazardly threw in her mixture.

It worried her when the concoction began to boil without a heat source. Against all logic, the plastic retained its shape, in spite of all the frothing and steaming.

“Bullshit,” Lena muttered to herself as she considered picking it up. Her hand wavered over the hot liquid as she muddled through the called-for incantation.

“Hands fast in love, bonds we have formed, reveal its true nature without being scorned—”

She suppressed an eyeroll as she tossed in some additional pinches of herbs and fresher ingredients she had stolen from Alex and Kelly’s rooftop garden.

“Helpful spirits, guide our way, all within a night and day.”

Lena blinked down at the ridiculous rhyme and frowned as nothing seemed to happen. She didn’t feel any braver, and that was the whole reason she was dabbling in this nonsense.

A whole year had gone by since Lena came to terms with her feelings for Kara. Kelly and Alex would soon be celebrating their first anniversary. Meanwhile, Lena was still throwing pining looks at Kara and slowly withering inside.

She had advanced to snuggling half naked on the couch with her best friend, but they never crossed the boundaries of friendship, and she choked in distress whenever she tried to talk about it.

Kara had been in rut sixteen times over the course of months. Not once did Lena work up the courage to touch her or help out with that.

Lena grew easily frustrated with the lack of immediate results and poured the contents of the Tupperware down the sink. She freaked out in the process as Kara bounded up behind her and slipped both arms around her waist.

“Just the person I was hoping to see when I got home.”

“Oh my god, it’s happening, it’s finally happening,” Lena whispered.

She turned around to find a baffled look on Kara’s face and a large bag in her friend’s hand.

“So, you realized it, too?” Kara blinked and leaned in with a wistful glance down at Lena’s lips.

“Yes—I mean—I knew long ago,” Lena stuttered and reciprocated Kara’s hug with a sense of peace in her heart.

“Weird. Omega’s intuition or something?” Kara canted her head to the side and smiled as she held up her plastic bag. “I bought tons of toys. There’s one that vibrates and spins—”

Lena’s brows crinkled together at the way Kara was suddenly being so forward. She didn’t expect her friend to be the type to step foot in a sex toy shop, let alone jump right from a love confession into sex.

“Maybe we should take it slow,” Lena cautioned, despite her pussy spasming in readiness for a physical connection. “Don’t you want to discuss things? Why don’t you tell me when you first figured it out?”

“Gosh, it must have been two weeks ago,” Kara breezily considered and wandered around the counter to peer at the trimmings of plants and herb satchels that were left. “I think it really hit me when we were eating lunch with Alex and Kelly on Thursday. They kept talking about married life and having kids, and that felt like a big hint, you know?”

Lena exhaled a soft noise of disappointment as Kara opened the plastic bag and revealed a bunch of actual toys.

“I can’t believe we’re going to have a new niece or nephew,” Kara breathed out joyfully and destroyed all of Lena’s hope in one fell swoop. “I’m betting Alex is keeping it a secret because of my party—”

As editor-in-chief, Kara won another Pulitzer for writing about the Kaznian war. They all attended the official ceremony, but Cat Grant also insisted on throwing a lavish party in at the Baldwin, a local five-star hotel with its own ballroom. Ironically, Cat chose a masquerade theme and invited all of CatCo’s employees and every influential person in National City.

“Speaking of which, as my best friend and biggest support, would you mind going as my plus one?” Kara fluttered her eyelashes as if to be extra persuasive and walked around the kitchen to raid her own fridge.

Lena took it upon herself to retrieve some food that she prepared earlier in the day. She arranged it on a plate and considered how she could explain that she wanted to be Kara’s actual plus one—not just as a friend.

“Yes, I’ll be your date,” Lena blurted as she noticed that disappointment registered on Kara’s face over her delay in responding. “I mean, obviously I would never pass up the opportunity to be on the arm of my closest pal and confidante.”

She hadn’t meant to sound ridiculous and quote The Golden Girls in the process. Her almost translucently pale skin glowed hot from embarrassment over friend-zoning herself. She scrunched her brows together in perplexed disappointment and shuffled over to drop the plate in front of Kara.

Any time she managed to throw around words like date, girlfriend or love, she automatically undid her progress by emphasizing their friendship or her unfuckability. She had no idea why she undermined herself that way, except she was anxious about rejection and her own lustful habit of staring at Kara’s strong hands and imagining her best friend fingering her roughly to orgasm. Her mind could easily get caught in a tornado of thoughts and fantasies— and they could funnel around and around for hours if she didn’t have a good coping mechanism.

Kara stood in a semi-hunch and Lena glanced down the super suit to the place that inevitably drew her attention. Behind the thick material, Kara’s cock bulged visibly.

Lena wanted to wrap her lips around that intimate part of Kara. Sipping at a water bottle was no help to her active imagination, and she drank nearly half a bottle of water while Kara tucked into a bowl of noodles.

It might have been a tad pathetic, but Lena kept popsicles in Kara’s fridge that she sucked whenever she was worked up. She reached for a grape one and slipped her lips onto it as she noticed Kara was semi hard.

Every moan Kara made while slurping up noodles coincided with the force Lena used on the icy pole. It became a strange and hypnotic back and forth between them as Kara fixated on Lena’s lips.


Lena made sure to take the popsicle deeper, and Kara stuffed her face faster as they both made sounds that deserved to be contained in a bedroom.

Kara’s cheeks weren’t the only thing getting bigger as Lena worked her lips around the girthy treat, and that was Lena’s downfall.

She forgot how to suck sensibly as she stared at Kara’s forming erection. She pushed and pulled the popsicle in and out of her mouth by just a few inches as sticky juice filled her mouth.


Then the inevitable happened.

Kara exhaled a soft growl, and Lena snapped off the tip off the popsicle and damn near choked herself as it hit the back of her throat.

Their bizarre moment was over as Lena gagged and turned to the sink to spit it out in mortification. Kara was by her side so fast that it blew Lena’s hair into her face, and the sudden whack against her back made her wheeze.

“Gosh, I hate when that happens. I almost swallowed a whole popsicle stick once. Are you okay?” Kara asked with so much concern that Lena started to doubt that any sexual tension existed between them.

She gasped for air as she wiped her mouth and ducked out of Kara’s reach as she gathered her bag and coat. “Oh, I’m fine, I just need to get off—out—I need to get ready for your party. I can’t show up looking like this.”

“Oh,” Kara sighed. “Maybe we could go shopping together? You always have the best style, and it’s about time I let it rub off on me.”

“I’d love to,” Lena whispered sincerely as her imagination supplied her with images of how she would like to rub off on Kara in other ways. “But I can’t. I have to take care of something first, and you always look amazing. You don’t need me for that. I’ll see you later.”

Lena thought she would end up at home to defray from all of the stress.  She wanted to spend the afternoon soaking in the tub and prepping for the celebratory gala, though she realized she didn’t have an outfit that seemed sexy enough for the event.

She walked into a boutique with budding anxieties and stepped out an hour later with a bag in hand and the confidence to compose several texts to Kara:

I want to be your actual date tonight. Not just as a friend.

What if I spent the night at your place after the party?

I bought a killer dress. I’m looking forward to wearing it out, and I was thinking maybe you could take it off me later.

Lena deleted all three without sending them. Fortunately, she didn’t feel too much angst over that decision because she spent the rest of her time getting dressed and rushing to leave her penthouse.

Her gown was strapless and brought attention to her bust, defined collarbones and strong jawline. She did her hair up and wore a jeweled mask that coordinated
with the slinky silver of her gown.

It slipped her mind to discuss transportation with Kara, and she was surprised to receive an email with details of a car reservation. She headed downstairs to the lobby of her building to see a stretch limousine waiting out front.

Kara beat the chauffeur out of the vehicle and almost ripped the back door clean off in her haste to chivalrously open it for Lena. She looked dignified and handsome in a clean-cut black suit, and her stylish blue waistcoat went well with Lena’s attire.

Behind her sleek black mask, Kara’s eye roved over her, and for a second, Lena felt like she was in a fairytale.

“Golly, you look like a princess in that, it really brings out the color of your uhm, your—”

Kara was so unequivocally focused on Lena’s breasts that if the cups were any lower, she would have been conversing with her nipples.

“Pale complexion?” Lena teased, if only to confirm for herself that her friend hadn’t even registered the color of her dress yet. She took a deeper breath to push her cleavage out and bit her lip as Kara nodded.

“Yeah.”

The smile on Kara’s lips froze as she finally blinked in Lena’s gown, and she laughed loudly as she gestured to Lena’s unclaimed neck. “I mean you’re as radiant as the moon, I could look at you all night, but we—uh—we had better get going.”

Lena should have toned down the pull of her omega after that, but her ego was boosted and her libido was in full swing as she sank into the leather seat.

Kara pressed in right beside her in spite of all the space meant for the two of them.

“This kind of feels like an adult version of prom. I don’t suppose you brought me a corsage?”

“I didn’t even think of that.” Kara sighed and reached over to pull a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket. “We do have this, though. It would be a shame if we didn’t at least try it.”

“Kara Danvers, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.” Lena grinned as she placed her hand on Kara’s knee and raised her brow suggestively.

She hoped it wasn’t a bad omen when Kara prematurely popped the cork and the fizz shot out, nearly soaking them both.

“Just tipsy enough to enjoy the event, since this won’t do anything for me,” Kara insisted, catching the bubbles in a tall flute glass. She set it aside to fill one for Lena and clinked her own against the rim.

“To having the best time with my best friend.” Kara laughed after she said it and swallowed the drink in one large gulp.

Lena didn’t share Kara’s good mood as she sipped her drink, but at least her pout was concealed by the glass. She tried not to appear sullen for the rest of the ride.

It perked her up that Kara clutched her by the arm as they walked into the venue. To anyone present, they would look like a happy couple, even if they continued referring to themselves as friends on the regular.

Kara seemed singularly focused on Lena, despite being surrounded by other people from her professional life. She greeted them as she strolled through the crowd and led Lena towards the ballroom floor.

“May I have this dance?” Kara asked preposterously and dropped her mask to plead with her eyes.

“This dance and every other.” Lena slipped her hand into Kara’s and moved in closer as the music changed.

“I will take you up on that. In fact, I plan to dance the night away.” Kara grabbed her by the waist, and Lena smiled and rested her arms on her best friend’s broad shoulders.

They fit together without any awkwardness, apart from Kara continuously staring down at her lips. Lena also occasionally bumped into the front of Kara’s suit pants and went still from feeling the steel behind the fabric.

“So far you’re putting to shame every single beta and alpha who’s ever taken me out,” Lena intoned with a hint of lispiness from drinking the champagne in the car. “I think we’re onto something here. The next time I have a big event, I’m totally inviting you as my plus one.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Kara broke into a bright grin as she settled her arms around Lena’s waist to initiate a slower and more intimate dance. “How would I ever attend parties like this if not for your influence?”

“I’m fairly certain Supergirl could crash any event she wanted,” Lena drawled and became acquainted with Kara’s hips as she held onto them.

They were practically flush against one another, and Lena canted her head to peer up at Kara.

“Right, but it’s only this fun when I’m by your side. So, it’s settled, I’m your plus one forever.” There was an intensity to Kara as she talked, her eyes boring into Lena’s like her tongue was laden with words that couldn’t quite make it past her lips as they parted.

“That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” Lena whispered breathlessly.

It wasn’t their fancy footwork across the dance floor that had her so flushed, and she stared up at Kara and longed for her friend to make some kind of move.

“We could um, you know, maybe make it official,” Kara muttered and stepped on Lena’s toe as she swung her around to avoid clashing with another couple.

Lena saw the opportunity to bridge the gap between friendship and romance. She could picture it coming together, and yet instead of seizing the moment, she was struck by a fright that made her choke out, “Sure, we’ll get a couple of matching BFF necklaces or a funny sash that says I’m with her–”

She cringed at her own idiocy. The remarks were nearly on par with that one time Kara had said they were like sisters. Before she could correct herself, Alex appeared behind them and intruded on the moment.

“There you are! Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear anything like this—”

Alex’s eyes popped at Kara’s outfit, and that made a blush cross the superhero’s face.

“Well, at my last Pulitzer party, I switched it up with the Super suit, and I figured this time I could ditch skirts and dresses all together. I like pants.” Kara grabbed appetizers from a passing tray and stuffed them into her mouth while side-eyeing Lena.

“Good, because you look sexy as hell in them,” Lena blurted out as compensation for her mistakes.

Ogling her best friend out in the open was never a good idea, and it was far worse with Alex and Kelly present. Kara’s blush deepened and Lena knew she was pleased by the compliments.

“You do look great tonight,” Kelly confirmed and glanced in between the two of them with clear expectations.

Lena refused to acknowledge their obvious staring. She grabbed the arm of a passing waiter as he tried to avoid the building tension of their group and helped herself to two flutes of champagne.

Kara must have thought one was for her, because she tried to hold several pot stickers in one hand to reach for a glass. Lena swallowed it down without batting an eye and handed off her empty flute to sip the other.

“Aren’t you a little hungry?” Kara inquired with a nervous lilt as though she sensed the impending catastrophe of Lena getting drunk.

“She looks thirsty to me,” Alex intoned like she understood the level of pining going on right in front of her face. She fanned the flames of Lena’s bad decisions by offering up her own glass and narrowly avoided a lecture from Kelly, who turned to hiss sharply, “Do you really think that’s going to help?”

Alex puckered her lips as she considered it and took her wife’s arm. “Yes, and on that note, we’re going to dance and let these two socialize.”

Kara swooped in to steal the third drink out of Lena’s hand and redirected it onto her hip like she fully planned to dance with a fistful of food. “Where were we? I think right about here, yes?”

Lena wasn’t prepared for the quick two-step Kara led them in any more than she was to be pressed against the buff contour of abs that were hidden beneath her best friend’s shirt.

She moved her hands onto Kara’s belt by accident and curled her fingers around the leather.

“Most people follow the speed of the music,” Lena exhaled as Kara slowed them down so that they were basically swaying in each other’s arms.

The rigid outline in Kara’s pants was rubbing into her — just not where she had hoped. But that didn’t seem to make a difference to her omega, because her panties started getting slick.

“It’s more enjoyable to go at our own pace. Don’t you agree, Lena?”


There was clear intent to the way Kara tightened her hands on Lena’s waist, and it was a good thing, too, because Lena was pretty sure she swooned.

Kara was either being extra charming, or Lena had hit a level of inebriation where it didn’t make a difference. She stared up at her friend, tongue-tied and filled with confessions of love that died in her throat as Cat Grant interrupted them.

“Kara, why aren’t you schmoozing these people and rubbing elbows instead of rubbing everything else against Miss Luthor?” Cat peered at the lack of decent space between them and flicked her lashes at Lena, and then the flustered complexion of Kara, who froze at the sight of her mentor. “Well, this can’t be classified as dancing. I’m young enough to know that it still requires coordinated movement.”

Kara met Lena’s eyes in heated silence and the air between them seemed thicker than usual and heavy with a promise that she couldn’t quite understand.

If Cat hadn’t been standing so close, Lena might have worked up the courage to say that dancing was the last thing on her mind. She opened her mouth to suggest that Kara accompany her outside for a minute of privacy.

Instead, she heard herself croak out, “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“Oh, uh—okay—” Kara stuttered as Lena pulled free of her grasp and fled out of the party to the empty restroom.

It was hard to look at herself in the mirror, and Lena grimaced at her mortified reflection. She couldn’t believe her own cowardice. She normally had a spine of steel, so where the hell was it when she needed it the most?

“If you don’t go out there and get her, someone else will, and then what?” Lena resorted to the comfortable emotion of anger, because she was unnerved by the
soft flutterings of love in her chest.

She straightened her shoulders and faltered at the door to the bathroom. Then she wrenched it open and walked right back into Kara’s kitchen.

Lena smacked her knee against a cabinet she wasn’t expecting to be there. She turned towards the sink, and Kara hugged her from behind and breathed out the exact words she said earlier in the day.


“Just the person I was hoping to see when I got home.”

“Oh my god, what’s happening?” Lena uttered in delayed horror and stepped back to eye the bag in Kara’s hand. She glanced around the room to see the remnants of her spell still on the kitchen counter.

Kara opened the bag to reveal a bunch of toys, oblivious to the sudden change in their timeline. “I can’t believe we’re going to have a new niece or nephew. I’m betting Alex is keeping it a secret because of—”

“Your party,” Lena cut in as she frantically checked her phone for the date and time. “I was just there. You were talking to Cat, and then I went to the bathroom–”

Lena zeroed in on the front door with the assumption that it must have been a portal and marched through it with a baffled Kara following close behind her. She appeared right back at the sink with the empty Tupperware in hand.

“This can’t be happening,” Lena reasoned in complete rejection of the idea that magic could have caused the bizarre loop.

Except the evidence was still scattered in the sink as it frothed down the drain, and Kara started her little speech all over again.

“Just the person I was hoping to s–”

“Save it,” Lena demanded and dodged out of Kara’s reach to escape through the front door.

She returned to the same spot at the sink, and without fail, Kara repeated the same words again and again.

“Just the person I was hoping to see when I got home.”

Lena was starting to get sick of hearing that. She realized that it didn’t matter what she said, or how hard she tried to convince Kara of what was happening. If she mentioned magic, it started the whole cycle again. She tried leaving the apartment another thirty-three times. Twice she just stood there unresponsively, and it was Kara scooping her up to fly her off to the tower that reset the morning.


Lena was contemplating leaping out the window when Kara sidled up behind her to embrace her again.

“Just the person I was hoping to see when I got home.”

“Clothed or naked?” Lena asked bluntly.

She was beginning to unravel at the thought of being trapped in Kara’s kitchen for the rest of her life. As her breath became labored with panic, Lena pulled her shirt off and stalked towards Kara while unhooking her bra.

“Lena! I—wow those are—-Rao, you’re so–”

Kara never managed to complete a sentence this time, and Lena shimmied out of her panties without any fear of the consequences.

It was oddly liberating to face Kara in the nude, and she appreciated the straining bulge in her best friend’s pants. She unzipped Kara’s fly to pull her cock out and moaned as she cupped it to feel its hefty weight.

“Have you ever thought of me while in rut, Kara?”

Kara’s face flushed with lust and her eyes became darker than the depths of the ocean. “You’re the only one I think about, even out of rut.”

Lena nearly lost her nerve just from hearing that. She wanted to ask several other questions, but she figured they could discuss their feelings later. She sank to her knees with the ambition of finally working through her oral fixations, but when she parted her lips, she kissed air and found herself back at the sink and fully clothed.

This time when Kara strutted into the apartment, she was prepared and shifted to ambush her with an insane question before that stupid greeting left her mouth.

“Just how big is your cock when in rut?”

“What?” Kara choked and turned a vibrant shade of pink and shook her head like she considered it a joke. “Why would you ask that?”

“I’ll show you my tits if you tell me.” Lena raised a dark brow as Kara dropped the bag in her hand.

Toys scattered across the floor along with Lena’s buttons as she ripped her shirt open.

Kara wheezed. “Bigger than you probably imagined—”

“I can take it,” Lena insisted, thoroughly captivated by the way Kara’s jaw dropped in amazement.

That was when she discovered there was a window of ten to twenty seconds that she could exploit if she wanted to ask questions before the loop reset. She could pump Kara for information on nearly any topic she desired. It would have also been easy to conduct a trial-run by confessing her feelings, but she reasoned it would be better to make sure they were compatible before potentially ruining the most meaningful relationship in her life.

Lena asked questions she never would have dared without the reassurance that it would all be erased from Kara’s memory. She found out a whole host of things that only made her feel more enamored.

Kara wanted no fewer than two children, though she had no clear limit when pressed on it. She did actually masturbate, and for some reason that left Lena more bashful than Kara after bringing up the subject.

It took twenty loops for Lena to finally get the wording right on a question about kinks. Kara answered honestly and without flying through her unopened window due to anxiety.

It turned out that Kara had quite a few sexual interests. Though by Kara’s own admission, she had never experimented with anyone to confirm any of them.

Lena must have spent an hour probing Kara with every question she could think to ask, except the most important.

Love never entered the conversation once, but at least she got answers to what she deemed would be the worst deal breakers in a relationship.

Cheating was highest on both of their lists. Kara was pro marriage with a heavy expectation that some of her Kryptonian customs would be adhered to during the ceremony. At no point did they mention each other as the potential mate, though from the way Kara stared at Lena’s throat, she didn’t need to bring that up.

Given their own troubled upbringing, Lena made a point of asking how Kara would like any future children to be raised.

Lena was relieved that Kara shared her views. Whatever abilities their kids inherited from their Kryptonian parent, they would be safe to master them without the burdens Kara experienced when she first landed on Earth.

They both preferred a gentle parenting method with heavy emphasis on nurturing intellect.

The one damning issue was Kara’s tendency to steal the blankets at night, because she floated in her sleep some nights. Other times, she would wake from night terrors, and despite having all of her superpowers, she was still creeped out by spiders and clowns.

If Lena previously had any doubts about their compatibility, their conversation certainly put them all to rest.

The only thing to do now was to break the vicious cycle of her own creation.

Since any deviation from their first conversation that morning kept her in a loop, Lena figured going along with it was the way out.

With resolute conviction, Lena walked out the door one last time and waited by the sink for Kara’s arms to wrap around her from behind.

“Just the person I was hoping to see when I got home,” Kara breathed out for the hundredth time.

“I know,” Lena exhaled and allowed herself the comfort of being held a moment longer before she turned to peer at the bag in Kara’s hand. “So, you think Alex and Kelly are expecting?”

Kara’s eyes widened in amazement, and she gawked at Lena as she laughed, “How did you know?”

“Omega’s intuition,” Lena insisted.

She pretended to be surprised when Kara began to show off the assortment toys she impulsively bought.

“I can’t believe we’re going to have a new niece or nephew,” Kara sighed joyfully and clutched a stuffed bunny in one hand. “I’m betting Alex is keeping it a secret because of my party. Speaking of which, as my best friend and biggest supporter, would you mind–”

“—I’d love to be your plus one, and on that note, I had better get going. My new dress isn’t going to buy itself.”

Lena’s parting remark was teasing, though she faltered on the threshold of Kara’s apartment with the door open long enough for Kara to bound over.

Kara was poised to saunter into the hallway as she asked, “Why don’t I come with
you?”

“No!” Lena shouted, startling the alpha as she shoved Kara out of the way. “No, thank you. Normally I’d be fine with that but I want it to be a surprise when you pick me up later.”

Kara’s expression softened to one entirely too sappy not to be noticed and she backed off with a dramatic bow to let Lena go on. “Then I’ll see you tonight.”

“It’s a date,” Lena stated and braved it through the door with a wince. When nothing changed she let out a deranged and high pitched laugh that perplexed Kara who watched her run off without explanation.

The elation of stepping out into the fresh air was short lived. She bought a coffee and became paranoid about making a wrong move.

Lena pieced together her afternoon just as it had played out before, in case the slightest deviation sent her straight back to her purgatory of Kara’s apartment.

Instead of fretting for an hour over picking the right dress, Lena hurried to the boutique and bought the strapless silver gown that had enthralled Kara at first sight.

She then headed to a special store that sold miniature bottles of alien liquor and bought enough to fill her clutch purse.

Twenty minutes later, she was back home and ready to pamper herself the way she wished she could have earlier. She poured bubble bath into her tub and soaked in the scented suds before shaving her legs and bikini line.

For a woman terrified of finding herself repeating the day, Lena felt oddly calm as she dried herself off and dressed in her expensive new gown. She did her hair the exact same way as before and spritzed herself with perfume, then slid her heels on and stepped into the express elevator.

Just like before, the limousine was waiting for her. Kara flung back the door to greet her with the same sweet compliments.

“Golly, you look like a princess in that–”

“Yeah? It looked like girlfriend material to me. What do you think?” Lena’s heart raced as she touched the side of her gown and fluttered her lashes.

Her flirtation seemed lost on Kara, who tipped her head to the side curiously.

“Oh! Like those boyfriend jeans you like!” Kara laughed, the sound of which barely drowned out Lena’s long-suffering sigh. “They have such funny names for these things, don’t they?”

Lena wasn’t even surprised to find herself striding towards the limo again as Kara opened the door.

It comforted her to know that whatever the hell was happening wouldn’t send her all the way back.

“Checkpoint,” Lena muttered under her breath, as Kara waxed on about her looking like a princess.

She pressed a hand to Kara’s arm as she got into her seat and turned expectantly to whisper, “You didn’t buy me a corsage, did you? All of this makes me think of prom.”

Kara slumped, and this time Lena knew exactly where it was going as Kara eyed up the champagne. She watched as Kara lifted it up, and then opened her clutch to show off the little drinks she bought specifically for Kara.

“Where’s the fun in getting tipsy if you’re not joining me for the ride?”

“Wow, Lena, you got all of my favorites.” Kara picked up each bottle individually and selected the alcohol in the blue frosted glass. She did the honors of pouring out both of their drinks and gulped hers down like one who was ill-acquainted with hangovers.

“Maybe pace yourself,” Lena intoned and waved at the other bottle that Kara was already uncorking. “Are you nervous for some reason?”

She worried about resetting the drive just by asking, but she was picking up on things that she had missed the first time.

Kara winced at being called out and the small crinkle between her eyes became a deeper worry line. “Nervous? Nah. It’s just that Miss Grant invited so many people. It’s a good thing I invited you. No one is going to look at me when you’re on my arm.”

Lena sipped her champagne, placed the glass to the side and moved her hand onto Kara’s knee. “What if I help you relax?”

It seemed counter productive given the tension that tentative touch caused. Kara gulped over her second drink and shifted to peer at Lena’s tits reflexively before finding her eyes. “What did you have in mind? If it’s deep breathing, I’ve tried that, and boy, did it go wrong. I turned my apartment into an igloo.”

“Why don’t we try sharing breath instead?” Lena whispered as she leaned in with the idea of kissing her best friend. She paused before their lips met, her exhale shaky as Kara gasped and closed the gap between them like she had been waiting for this chance for years.

The tender press of their lips kindled a warmth inside Lena that she had long since tried to snuff out, and she moaned into Kara’s mouth as their tongues glided together.

They went from zero to sixty in less than three seconds. Kara cupped at Lena’s face to pull her closer, and Lena reciprocated by unzipping Kara’s pants. She parted the fabric and slipped Kara’s cock out.

Her first real stroke over the shaft tore a groan out of Kara. Lena whimpered at Kara’s frantic fumbling to find her beneath all the ruffles of her gown.

“Who designed this thing, a nun?” Kara huffed in exasperation and gripped the fabric like she planned to tear it off Lena.

If they weren’t headed to the party, Lena would have allowed it, but a shred of common sense prevailed against her raging libido.

“You can take this off later, but right now just sit back and let me relieve your stress.”

If Kara had questions, Lena answered them by kneeling between her thighs and popping her lips over the swollen glans of her cock.

She smiled at the clear droplets of arousal that formed in reaction to her oral stimulation. Kara’s flavor settled against her tongue, not a strong tang as expected, but a lighter and sweeter taste. Lena flicked into the cleft and sucked on the stiff helmet. Strands of desire still clung to her mouth as she pulled back.

“I always imagined that sex would be different with you. Not just your taste, but with all of the power you possess, you could dominate me in ways that most alphas only dream about—”

Lena kissed down the side of Kara’s cock and wondered if she could take that much into her throat. She pushed it between her lips, sliding her tongue under the girthiest part of the head. It filled up her entire mouth and she was all slippery after sucking on it for a while. Kara’s thighs jumped from the leather seat as Lena persisted in stretching her jaw.

“Would you push me to my physical limits if you could feel how much I enjoy it?”  Lena inhaled and caught her breath with the hope of prolonging her suction the next time.

She anticipated silence from Kara and shivered as the alpha clasped the side of her neck to thumb along her jawline. The subtle dominance of being made to lift her chin meant their eyes locked and Lena whimpered as Kara guided her down to take more. The confidence was just as sexy as Kara’s sweet demeanor and Lena swirled her tongue along the thickened rim to show her appreciation.

“If you only knew how many times I’ve thought about it. You’re the star in all my fantasies, Lena, the only one—”

Lena panicked at the thought of discussing their emotions and prevented Kara from continuing by gulping around the turgid head of her cock.

She puckered noisily and moaned to block out the words that fell broken from Kara’s parted lips.

The ragged sound of Kara’s breath culminated in short little growls of encouragement and Lena’s body responded with slick that covered her panties. She quivered inside, her own excitement building with Kara’s orgasm.

The soft glide of her lips and tongue worked in tandem with her hollowed cheeks, and Lena made herself dizzy from determination.

“It’s my turn to tell you things you don’t know,” Lena rasped as she sat up to loosen her gown. Kara pushed it away from her breasts and took the liberty of palming each one like they were gifts she bestowed.

“Like what?” Kara asked in distraction and flicked at Lena’s nipples to keep them stiff and responsive to her touch.

Lena pouted and brought her lips to the plump helmet of Kara’s cock to whisper salaciously against it. “Like how I prolonged my last two heats and left the balcony window open as I ravaged myself to the thought of you swooping in and taking me. Did you hear me calling your name across the city, Kara?

Kara’s entire shaft jerked at the revelation, and Lena was happy to lap at the sweetness that dripped down it. She sucked intermittently, teasing the strongest veins that throbbed indignantly.

“That was intentional?” Kara sputtered.

“Mm,” Lena confirmed with a slow blink and devoured Kara anew with sensual and strong sucks that slid her right into her throat.

It took effort to fit Kara’s enormity into her mouth, and Lena whined as the girth hindered her halfway. “I bet you watched me fill my cunt with that inferior alpha toy, didn’t you? From a safe distance where you could stroke your cock without being seen.”

She seemed to have inadvertently hit on a secret Kara was keeping from her. Kara blushed with a respectable amount of guilt and gripped the edge of her glasses to peer at Lena dead-on.

“I have no idea how you found out about that, but I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stay away—”

Lena shut down the apology by sliding her fist over Kara’s cock and locking her lips around the tip. She refused to let up until the pressure in Kara’s shaft resulted in a gloriously long orgasm. Kara dug her fingers into the armrest and ripped out pieces of the limousine’s leather interior.

“Rao above, Lena.” Kara groaned from the hard spasms in her groin. “Oh gosh, are you going to swallow?”

Lena kept her mouth tight around the circumference of her best friend’s cock. She wiped her chin after gulping the expulsion of seed and grinned after finishing, aware that Kara was still convulsing underneath her.

The rush of rendering Kara speechless would empower Lena’s omega for the rest of the week. She would have gloated if Kara hadn’t used her superior speed and strength to pin her across the row of seats that lined the limo. In the blink of an eye Lena was on her back with a very riled Kryptonian between her thighs.

Lena couldn’t see Kara over the low frill of her gown, but she could hear the soft frustrated growls as Kara tried to move the fabric out of the way to reach her panties.

“While I love you in this, Lena, I have half a mind to incinerate it after the party.”

Kara’s annoyance and desperation to touch her turned Lena on. She helped Kara by grabbing fistfuls of her dress and swinging her legs open, foregoing all of her modesty.

“You can rip my panties off me, but don’t damage the dress.”

Kara settled for the compromise after she ran her thumb along the soaked crease of the satin.

The knowledge of how wet Lena was beneath the panty must have been too tempting to Kara, because she tore them clean off and replaced them with a hot swipe of her tongue.

“Fuck, please,” Lena gasped.

She crumpled the fabric of her gown as she restlessly pitched her hips up to bare her cunt for Kara.

“Not until you come in my mouth.” Kara grasped at Lena's inner thighs to keep them parted as she looped her tongue around Lena’s clit.

The fast flutters made Lena lift her pelvis, and Kara moaned as she teased her with a few probing licks. “I’ve wasted so many opportunities when I should have just told you what you mean to me. All my ruts could have been spent right here between your thighs—"

“Without protection,” Lena husked.

She felt weightless under Kara, sprawled out and trembling as her vision blurred from pleasure. Kara groaned and licked Lena’s cunt faster.

Lena could feel it in the pull of her muscles and the tightening of her core, and her head lolled back as she sucked in a shallow breath to beg for release. She didn’t have the chance to whine for it.

The driver addressed them through a speaker to announce their arrival.

Two things happened simultaneously when the vehicle came to a stop. Kara frantically sat up like she sensed impending doom, and the door to the limousine opened to reveal Alex and Kelly’s startled faces.

Lena was still on her back with her dress in a disarray. She flung the frills into some semblance of order and came up with a lie on the spot.

“Terrible leg cramp.”

Kara played along with a brilliant smile and an exaggerated nod. “Yeah, it was sooo bad. I was just helping her stretch it out.”

Lena couldn’t help but grin at the ridiculous performance and mutter under her breath, “I’d like you to stretch something else out.”

Alex’s baffled frown did very little to affect their flirtatious moods. Kara extended her hand to Lena and pulled her from the limo to escort her inside. The place seemed busier than before, but that might have been because Lena was driven to distraction by the thought of sex. She no longer cared if she had to live in an infinitesimal loop for the rest of her life. It would be worth it if Kara finally made her orgasm.

“Are you going to grab drinks?” Kelly asked from a few steps behind them. “Kara,
Alex — go get us something fruity. Let me chat with Lena.”

Lena balked as her date walked off and braced herself for a chat about what happened in the limo. She sulked at the idea of Kelly giving her an impromptu therapy session. The stern look on Kelly’s face suggested as much, and Lena was taken aback when their conversation went in a whole other direction.

“Listen, I know it’s none of my business, but this party venue is also a hotel. Book a room.”

Laughter stuck in Lena’s throat. She squinted at Kelly as she waited for a parting remark about being safe. When it didn’t happen, she broached the subject herself with a scoff. “Aren’t you meant to warn me that I’m being reckless, and I should dial it back before Kara and I both get hurt?”

Kelly shrugged and led Lena through the crowd by linking their arms. “The most successful relationships start with the foundation of friendship. With the way you two look at each other, I’m surprised you aren’t already pregnant.”

“If this is the advice you give your patients, then I should have become one months ago,” Lena wryly muttered and collided with Kara as she appeared out of nowhere with a tall drink that had an umbrella sticking out of it.

Kara salvaged the cocktail and presented it to her with a grin. “One Fuzzy Peach with extra syrup.”

“Now that is just what Lena needs,” Kelly intoned with her lips curling into a smirk and a hand on her hip. “Go and give her some of your syrup, Kara.”

“Not everyone likes their drinks disgustingly sweet,” Alex butted in unhelpfully and held out a mocktail with Ginger ale for Kelly.

Brainy strolled over to throw his opinions into the mix. “Just those of us with tastebuds. Sugar is one of the finest things that this planet has to offer.”

“I’m with him on this.” Kara hiked both of her thumbs back at Brainy and nibbled her lip as she observed Lena. “It’s top two in my book.”

Lena could only rein in her libido for so long, and it was even harder because of Kara’s sappy comment. She grabbed Kara by the elbow and glanced towards the dance floor. If she wanted to adhere to her previous experiences of the party, it was time for them to grind against each other without following the beat of the music.

“So, dance with me?” Kara requested and suavely whisked her off to twirl her around at the center of the party.

Although she didn’t retain any conscious memory of Cat Grant’s criticisms, Kara moved differently this time. She held Lena against her and performed with the confident ease of a ballroom enthusiast.

“Why are you suddenly dancing like you’ve had years of lessons?” Lena accused on a return whirl.

She started clinging to Kara’s shoulders to avoid other fancy footwork. The only notable difference that could have caused such a switch in behavior was the time they spent fooling around in the car. Lena had to wonder if Kara’s dancing was
better due to the power of a single blow job.

Kara seemed to be bursting with endless energy and danced them around as though they were part of the scheduled entertainment. “I just feel great tonight. More alive than ever.”

Lena couldn’t quite tell if super speed was a factor, though she did nearly lose a heel once or twice. “I see that my plan to help relieve your stress did actually work. This makes me wonder how you’ll behave if we actually have sex.”

In hindsight, saying that mid twirl wasn’t the smartest thing she could have done, and she let out a shriek as Kara accidentally sent her whirling across the dance floor like a spinning top. The world blurred before her eyes, and she came to a dizzying and abrupt stop when she collided with an elderly alpha.

His moustache twitched with his smile, and he lifted Lena’s hand to kiss her knuckles.

Kara delicately plucked Lena’s hand out of his grasp and puffed herself up as she blustered, “Ah–sorry, I wasn’t actually done with her yet.”

Lena never got the chance to speak, since Kara tucked her against her chest and waltzed her off. The older alpha raised his glass to them and turned back towards the bar.

“Now where were we?” Kara asked and dropped her hand lower on Lena’s hip so that her fingers ghosted her backside.

“You were about to press me against a wall and give me the orgasm that was rudely interrupted?” Lena teased breathlessly and stared up at Kara as she rolled her pelvis to feel the straining girth trapped beneath her friend’s pants.

“That sounds about right,” Kara agreed and pulled Lena off the dance floor without any subtlety, then headed through the party toward the bathrooms.

“Not there!” Lena yelled, her panic so tangible that people turned to gawk at them. “It’ll be busy–”

She shoved Kara into the lobby and led her into an unused coatroom, where she hoped they would be spared the effects of her spell. Save for a lot of hangers and abandoned items, the place was vacant.

“We could just go upstairs to a room, but you should stay close to the party.” Lena glanced over at a couch that had been tucked away for storage at the back of the closet and decided to settle down on top it.

Kara slipped in between her legs and grabbed for the end of her dress with both hands. She tossed it up over Lena's knees and sank to her own between them.

Lena’s slick gathered in between her pussy lips and Kara’s tongue slipped over it.
The soft caress deepened her arousal, and Kara kissed her smooth opening. Kara more than made up for their earlier interruption with long devotional licks and a single finger that pushed into Lena’s cunt.

“I was going to be respectful and wait until we had more privacy to do this, but you said all of those things in the limo, and I want to act on how I’m feeling right now. I might be shy a lot of the time. I’m more Kara than Supergirl, but there’s something inside of me that feels like it’s just broken free. I heard you in some of those intimate moments, begging me to fuck you—calling me Daddy—and whimpering that you need me to put you in your place—”

Lena moaned at the timing of Kara adding another finger and slamming it harder against the posterior wall of her pussy. The sensitive concave clenched in demand for more and she raised her pelvis up to let Kara pound into that spot.

“I do—I do need that, Kara. Show me you’re capable of being that kind of alpha,” Lena pleaded between undulations and ruined her gown by creasing it terribly in a bid to see Kara as she ate her pussy.

She barely got to glimpse the top of Kara’s blonde head, and then her eyes fluttered shut from the perpetual glide that strummed the delicate striations within her cunt.

The crook of Kara’s fingers encouraged more slick to spill free of Lena’s entrance, and the wet sound of it filled the empty room as she trembled. The back of a coat room wasn’t where she pictured having her first orgasm with Kara, but she would have settled for anywhere after being worked up in the limo.

It could have been all of the years of pining, or the unresolved sexual tension between them that was finally being put to good use, but Lena couldn’t contain her impatient whining. She frantically gyrated against Kara’s mouth and groaned at the heated flutter against her clit.

Later she would wonder if her omega truly did have some kind of intuition, because she no sooner made a grab for Kara’s hair and breathlessly demanded, “Faster,” than the door swung open.

At first she thought the blinding light was her impending climax, but the scream she heard wasn’t her own. The silhouette of a girl framed the doorway, and her startled apology rang in Lena’s ears.

“Oh my god I’m so—”

In the blink of an eye Lena was back on the dancefloor, and her cunt pitifully spasmed at the loss of Kara’s fingers.

She was still short of breath and slippery between the thighs, and she whimpered at the suave way Kara pulled her close by the backside.

“Now where were we?” Kara asked, oblivious to being two knuckles-deep inside her seconds ago.

“You were about to drag me off and fuck me,” Lena rasped with the sort of intensity that sobered Kara immediately.

The intimate fragrance of her omega must have hit Kara at a delay because she witnessed her pupils dilate as she sucked in a breath.

There was no quip this time, no playful banter as Kara seized her by the hand and trailed her off the dance floor towards the bathrooms.

“No-not there–” Lena protested, but Kara dragged her straight past the omega restroom and into the ones meant for alphas to pin her against a stall.

“It’s not as busy in here, and I can’t last another moment without touching you,” Kara reasoned, already bunching up Lena’s gown like she planned to hide beneath it to worship Lena with her mouth.

“No foreplay, I want your cock,” Lena stressed, her teeth snapping as Kara grabbed her wrists to restrain them above her head after she tried to unzip her pants.

“You’re not ready for it yet,” Kara insisted and brought her lips to the creamy skin of Lena’s throat. She slid a hand up Lena’s inner thigh to pet the slippery partition of her pussy lips into a wider spread.

“What about now?” Lena moaned, opening her stance to wantonly rub herself against Kara’s palm.


She wasn’t in heat, though from the way she was acting, Kara must have thought she was nearing it.

“Oh Rao, Lena, you’re so slick–”

“So what are you going to do about it?” Lena’s tone was practically hostile as she spat the question.


The fight drained out of her as Kara inserted three fingers into her sopping entrance and pounded into her with a growl against her throat.

Lena keened at the vigorous penetration and hoisted her leg up to drape it over Kara’s hip.

“You like it rough, don’t you, Lena? I’ve seen the way you do this to yourself–” Kara groaned, neither of them aware that someone had barged into the bathroom to
find them until it was too late.

Alex’s scandalized Jesus Christ still echoed in Lena’s mind as she swayed into Kara’s arms and blinked up at her in a daze.

“Now where were we?” Kara asked through a charming smile.

Lena didn’t answer so much as run off with Kara in tow. She almost snapped a heel in her haste to leave the party. Shouldering her way through a door and into the stairwell, she turned dramatically to fling herself at Kara.

She kissed Kara like she had been starved of affection, rough and greedy and without care as to how her lipstick would leave prints all over her mouth. She fisted the front of her shirt and let her pheromones do the talking this time to rile Kara’s alpha.

It seemed to be effective, because instead of trying to get under Lena’s gown, Kara was trying to get her out of it by unzipping the fabric.

Lena helped her along by shoving it off her tits, and the peaks of her rosy nipples caught all of Kara’s attention.

Kara ducked down to suck on one and forced the expensive gown around Lena’s knees so she could cup her cunt. She had only gotten two knuckles deep when Cat Grant found them with a gasp.

“Oh, fuck off!” Lena hissed, her inner walls clamping in distress to try and hold onto Kara’s long fingers before the moment suddenly reset again.

This time Lena was prepared to fight anyone who interrupted them.


She would lose her mind if she didn’t orgasm, and she unceremoniously yanked Kara off the dance floor and shoved her out the building only to reappear exactly where they had been.

With no escape, Lena resorted to pulling the fire alarm, but that only served to make her wetter in all the wrong ways.

They were caught five more times before Lena finally cracked.

On the next loop, she started to tug open Kara’s belt right there on the dance floor with all the finesse of a feral omega.

“I don’t care if you have to mount me in front of everyone. If your dick isn’t inside me in the next three seconds, I’m going to–”

Lena had no way of knowing that even the people on the street could hear her screaming when it all started over again.

She was so wrought with sexual tension that she couldn’t function after that.

The universe had won, and she pressed herself heavily into Kara to feel the friction of their bodies in the only way she could while trying to prevent a mental breakdown.


As predicted, Cat wandered in their direction and squinted critically at the lack of space between them. “Kara, just because this party is for you doesn’t mean you should be wasting your time grinding against your—Lena. This is an opportunity of a lifetime to make the right impression.”

“She’s right,” Lena whispered, her smile wavering as she stepped back to stare up at Kara with a lump in her throat. “Not about the opportunity, because we both know you’re brilliant and you’ll do this again. But I am yours. I’ve just been too scared to say it because I thought—I feared—that if you knew I loved you, then everything would change between us. The thing is, it needs to change. I can’t keep living like this, Kara. I don’t want to be your platonic plus one. I want to be your girlfriend, and you deserve to know that.”

Lena could have sworn she saw some sparkles fall from the ceiling like confetti. It must have meant her spell was broken, and she experienced relief from that, right along with terror that she wouldn’t get a redo if she messed up now.

Kara smiled and grasped both of her hands, radiating the warmth and comfort that Lena adored so much about her. “I love you, too, Lena. I planned to tell you that tonight, but it hasn’t been easy. In fact, opening up about this is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and that’s because of what you mean to me. I’ve been so grateful that we’ve been inseparable during this past year. I just know we’re going to be a strong couple. We already make the best team in every way.”

They kissed in the spotlight as a romantic song played. The attendees of the party sighed softly and made eyes at them from all sides of the dance floor.

For the rest of the night, all anyone talked about was their mutual and very public confession of love. It helped Kara to make several connections for CatCo, but it didn’t help Lena’s sexual tension levels at all. She liked listening to Kara chat with other journalists, even though her clit throbbed painfully as Kara received recognition for her award.

Being on Kara’s arm came naturally to her, and Lena behaved herself until the end of the evening, despite her persistent arousal. She did sneak away at one point to the book the presidential suite on the top floor and phone her florist.

An hour later, they made out in the elevator and emerged into a room with a spectacular view and vases of flowers on every surface.

She had ensured boxes of chocolate, decadent pastries and chilled champagne were also waiting, though for once Kara didn’t even glance at the food.

Now that their feelings were out in the open, Kara had no reason to hide her love. The weight of it fell over Lena as Kara took her in with a look, and Lena shied away from the magnetic pull by bowing her head and biting her lip.

Of all the things she had done with Kara so far, she felt the most naked as Kara stepped into her space to touch her bare shoulders.

“This whole day has felt never ending,” Kara exhaled across her throat as she came to stop behind Lena. She nuzzled into the pale slope of her neck and grazed the skin with her teeth to leave it blushing in her wake.

“You have no idea,” Lena drawled shakily and slipped her hand behind her back to fondle Kara’s cock.

She rubbed Kara through her pants until she located the zipper and pushed her way into the parted fabric to stroke her. Kara burned hotter than before, and Lena rolled her palm across the thickened rim of her cock as her cunt clenched in envy.

Lena whimpered as Kara slid the zip of her dress down slow enough to build anticipation. She tipped her head back so that Kara could see her tits as they were bared.

Against her soft palm, Kara’s cock twitched intimately with excitement.

“As beautiful as you are in this, it’s time for it to go, Lena,” Kara whispered as she peeled the gown off Lena’s waist and pushed it over her shapely hips. She might have torn it with the unnecessary force she used, and Lena had to wonder if some latent part of Kara’s psyche remembered the interference it played in their earlier trysts.

“I feel the same way about your suit,” Lena replied and turned with fire in her veins to pull Kara’s shirt open. “As handsome as you are in this, the only thing you should be wearing tonight is me.”

Kara gawked at her for a fraction of a second, and then she was growling against Lena’s lips and hoisting her up. The weeping tip of her cock rested in the place right outside of Lena’s opening.

The glorious first thrust speared Lena with the enormity of her cock, and the second pressed the wide tip right against her cervix.

Kara bucked upward to test Lena’s limits and cradled her ass to control the motion of her hips as they merged.

“Like this, Lena?” Kara moaned into her mouth and slipped a hand up her back. “Or do you want me to take you from behind?”

Lena gasped at the heat that spread her out and how her tender little cunt had no choice but to take it all. She groaned incoherently until she gathered her bearings and held onto Kara’s shoulders. Kara slammed into her and brought her ever closer to the climax she craved for hours on end.

“Fuck me any way you want, just make me come on your cock,” Lena pleaded with a husk in her throat and thighs that shook uncontrollably from pleasure.

They didn’t make it to the bed so much as the wall and Lena braced herself against it. Kara held her by the thighs to admire the glistening stretch of her cunt, and the faster slam of her pelvis struck at Lena’s clit.

She undulated with pitiful whimpers that threatened to become a wail as Kara kept
her steady and rutted through the cinching spasm of her walls. The bliss was so close that her toes curled and her eyes began to glaze. Lena could feel the slams in her lower back, and her feet slid down the wall.

She surrendered to the force and the tantalizing sensations that came from finally having sex with Kara.

“You have to earn it,” Kara breathed in encouragement. “I want to hear you beg for it the way you did in heat.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Lena keened and writhed from a hammering round of thrusts that rubbed just the right places inside. “You’re fucking me so hard, Kara. God, please
show me all of the power you possess.”

If Kara had been human, Lena would have experienced the loss of her warmth and the rigid glide of her cock as she moved them to the bed. The change in position happened so fast that Lena couldn’t fully appreciate that she was on her knees until her cheek was against a pillow and Kara’s hand was between her thighs.

The fast strum of fingertips against her clit sent vibrations all throughout Lena’s pussy and pleasure ran deep within her. She knew the contractions were coming the moment Kara groaned into her shoulder and pinned her with her muscular body.

At any other time, being trapped beneath something so solid would have instilled fear in Lena—but being wrapped in Kara was euphoric all on its own. The dominant musk and sexual aggression loosened Lena’s walls, in spite of how they convulsed, and she exhaled ragged and long moans as Kara bottomed out.

“This is what you secretly wanted every time I went into rut, isn’t it, Lena?” Kara punctuated her question by latching onto Lena’s neck and sucking to leave a red mark. “I always knew when you were aroused in my presence. Rao, you made it hard to function sometimes.”

She whimpered at the battering of Kara’s glans against her cervix and moved her hips so that it slid into the little place she wanted it to rub on every thrust. Her hips fell into a lower incline and Kara’s cock massaged her cunt both inside and out.

Kara struck her clit with the base of her shaft and kept a heavy hand against her shoulder to keep her down.

“For the longest time, I’ve wanted you to make me submit,” Lena confessed into the soft cotton pillowcase. “There’s something incredibly enthralling about being topped by a god.”

Kara reached orgasm first, groaning as she pulled back and pumped her seed into Lena’s pleasure spot.

There was so much of it that Lena’s passage couldn’t contain it all as the spasms of her cunt locked around Kara’s girth. Warm cream trickled generously down her labia, and Kara rubbed it into her clit to extend Lena’s release.

It felt better than any climax she ever had all rolled into one, and a grateful sob
stuck in her throat as she experienced the true satisfaction of being Kara’s mate. She would have been sated after that, at least for a while as she recovered from such a tremendous high, but Kara had other ideas as she pulled out to flip Lena over.

“Keep your knees up, Lena,” Kara instructed and smoothed her hands along the soft crease at the apex of Lena’s thighs. She held her open with the pads of her thumbs and made a sound so hungry that Lena blushed in response. “I want to etch this into my memory as the first time we came together.”

“Are you going to look at my cunt every time you come inside it?” Lena asked with hope in her voice.

She shivered under Kara’s approving gaze and whimpered as the alpha used the plump helmet of her cock to push the seed back into her entrance.

Lena wanted to be filled up with that warmth over and over again - and she stared into Kara’s eyes and played with her tits in a blatant seduction. She pinched at her nipples until Kara possessively took handfuls of her breasts, and rolled Lena’s aching buds between her fingers.

The pressure made Lena hiss, and she arched upward, eager to feel it again as Kara rocked forward to submerge herself in the silken embrace of her channel.

“Do you like that I let you ravage me without any protection?” Lena knew the answer already, but it thrilled her omega to feel Kara’s cock pulse in affirmation.

She was greedy for Kara’s love, and demanded more of it with every undulation that spread her essence along Kara’s throbbing girth.

“After feeling how hot and tight you are, Lena, there’s no way I could ever be satisfied with latex between us,” Kara breathlessly confessed and took charge of Lena’s hips to raise them off the bed.

Expensive though the bed was, it proved to be no match for a Kryptonian’s lust. It creaked and shook with Kara’s lunges, and Lena fared no better. The airy cries that passed her lips were as good as any siren’s call and she bowed her back to take the longer strokes that left her whimpering.


“Not even when I’m in heat?”

“Especially not then,” Kara growled, her alpha on full display as she caught Lena by her jaw so that she could look her in the eye. “I’ve watched you fuck yourself while in heat, Lena. I know exactly how desperate you were for my cock, and now that you’re mine, I’m going to make sure you get it.”

Lena raised her arms and gripped at the pillow above her head with both hands as Kara rutted her faster. She pinched her lips together and still ended up whining and moaning until her throat was raw. Her cunt was delectably hot in spasm and she slipped her fingers into her opening any time Kara pulled out to glance between her thighs.

“Give it to me harder, please, Daddy,” Lena gasped as she crooked her fingers into her entrance and spread it out for Kara to look inside. “I was a bad girl. I wanted you to fly through my window and fuck my mouth and cunt.”

Kara’s seed was slippery and dense, and she didn’t have to touch it to feel it all inside of her pussy. She worked her pelvis to make her walls tighten around it, and Kara folded her legs over her torso to rut her more animalistically.

To be mounted with such carnal passion evoked a sense of urgency within Lena’s omega. She wished she could present for Kara and settled instead for reaching between her thighs to feel the tension of labia as it enveloped Kara’s rigid length.

“You teased me relentlessly, didn’t you, Lena? You hoped my self control would finally waver so you’d find out what I would do.”

Lena could only moan in agreement as her back arched dramatically in orgasm and her thighs cramped. Kara’s knot started to swell inside of her at an incredible rate. She whimpered through its expansion and convulsed underneath Kara as thrusting became harder and her legs continued to quake.

“More than once, I rubbed myself and didn’t bother wearing panties around you afterward,” Lena admitted after catching her breath. “I don’t think I’ll be wearing them for a while now that we’ve both expressed our feelings. Speaking of which, I might have cast a small spell to help me find the courage.”

She experienced a shiver of dread that merely mentioning it would somehow reset the entire day. Relief filled her chest when nothing happened, except for a perplexed but adorable smile crossing Kara’s face.

“You cast a spell? Just to tell me that you have feelings for me?” Kara seemed honored and snuggled in cheek-to-cheek. “It must be love if you did all of that.”

“I would do it all again, and trust me, the unforeseen side effects were rough. I was tortured. I re-lived the same day about a hundred different times. It was like being in horny jail.” Lena sulked at the acute memory of her aching clit and gave it a consolatory little rub.

“Say no more, I will definitely remedy that,” Kara insisted, and nuzzled into Lena’s neck with a grin on her lips.