Mistakes Were Made - Part 3

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Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/mistakes-were-2-65810186


Tags: +Daddy kink, praise, breeding kink.


Word count: 8,205




“You couldn’t be more single?” Lena echoed the crass words with a hurt smile on her face and the smallest jut of her chin that was her habit when fighting off tears.

Kara clenched her teeth together, grinding them in regret as she gathered her thoughts. “I just—I meant that we’re not technically together—like not officially a couple.”

She waved her hands in the air and trusted her clarification would help—but it made the tension between them worse, and she knew it the minute Lena’s eyebrows pinched sharply together in miffed surprise.

“So I didn’t just spend the last week letting you rut me while in heat? You didn’t pound me six ways from Sunday?  I never took your knot?” Lena came up with question after question, her voice becoming progressively shriller and angrier.

Kara flailed and finally locked her teeth in something resembling more of a smile than a grimace. “You did. We did. We did all of those things! It’s just that I thought I was helping you through your heat as a friend. I didn’t know you wanted more, Lena.”

The tiniest tremble went through Lena’s bottom lip and Kara wanted to retract every word she told Nia to publish. It left her speechless to see Lena in so much pain, both because she messed up and because she realized that her best friend had feelings for her. Kara had been stupid not to understand that before, and now it was imperative to say the right thing to fix the situation—except Lena stalked off before she could emphasize that she also wanted more than friendship.

For all of her super speed, she was still too late to reach Lena as the omega activated a portal with her watch. The scathing glare Lena sent her way froze Kara in her tracks and prevented her from following.

Her eyes blurred momentarily as a pitiful, choked sound warbled out of her chest. It was less of an apology and more of an anguished realization that she ruined her chances.

Lena spared her the misery of trying to explain herself by vanishing in an instant, and Kara was too distraught to do more than stand alone in the dark.

The shrill sound of her phone ringing broke Kara out of her fugue state, and all at once she suited up with the idea of going after Lena.

“I don’t have time for this!” Kara spat down the line, expecting Nia to back off and give her space.

But it wasn’t Nia on the phone.

“Why aren’t you at your desk covering this story?”

“Miss Grant, it’s after office hours,” Kara wheezed, tuning her mentor out for a second to try and pinpoint Lena’s heartbeat in the din of the city. She couldn’t detect it over the loud thump thump of her own, and she cracked the kitchen counter by gripping it too hard as she stumbled.

“The news doesn’t sleep, Kara, and neither should you if you plan to continue on as Editor in Chief.”

The call cut off, and Kara took several panicked breaths before she dialed Lena’s number. It rang twice and then went dead, and the next call went straight to voicemail.

“Lena please pick up, I’m-I’m the biggest idiot, okay? I was trying so hard to not cross any boundaries because my feelings for you are more than friendly. They have been for a while, and I should have said that.”

In hindsight, maybe Kara shouldn’t have opened up in a voice message. She left a dozen more stuttering apologies for Lena by the time she rushed into CatCo, all equally desperate and more rambling than the last.

Everyone at work noticed she was a mess and gave her a wide berth, except for Tina who hurried towards her with a cup of coffee.

“God, you look worse than I feel right now,” Tina sighed, passing off the coffee without any idea how close she was to seeing Kara have a meltdown. “Can you believe how quick these people are to call Supergirl a homewrecker? Like hello, she’s out there saving us every day! When would she have time to steal anyone’s mate? She probably doesn’t even have one of her own because she’s so busy.”

The comment cut through Kara better than Kryptonite and her entire body clenched in pain.


She wouldn’t allow herself to lose hope, but if Lena was unable to forgive her, then how was she supposed to carry on?

“Oh, hey, it’s going to be okay.” Tina gave her a little pat on the arm, as if she assumed her distress was work related. “Nia’s been on top of social media and has everyone doing damage control. She’s already got a quote from Supergirl–”

“You can’t run it,” Kara barked so adamantly that Tina recoiled with a nervous laugh.

“I’m sorry?” Tina blinked, her smile not quite forming on her lips as she stared at Kara in shock.

Kara paced around her office as she ranted and spilled coffee on her desk with how roughly she set it aside. “The quote, it’s all wrong. I was stu -uh -speaking to Supergirl – on my way over. She wants to change it. There’s someone very important in her life and everyone should know that.”

Tina cleared her throat and kept her eyes downcast as she informed Kara politely, “Cat already authorized it. Nia tweeted it to the world to get ahead of the other news outlets.”

That filled Kara with a terrible dread, and she sat down at her desk to check Twitter.


Nia’s pithy statement received 505k likes, and 90k retweets within the hour.

Kara spent the rest of the night in a frenzied state as she went over rewrites and edits with all of the staff. She approved only the stories that painted Supergirl in the best light and shut down the gossip columnists that wanted to speculate if any of the rumors were true.

It was well into the early hours of the morning when everyone finally headed home, except for Kara, who sat hunched at her desk. She scoured the internet for advice on how to confess her love to her best friend after almost ruining their relationship.

A lot of articles suggested flower arrangements and fruit. Some insisted that romantic gifts were necessary, and everyone agreed that the grander the gesture, the better the outcome.

It was a little crazy to take wisdom from alphas online that showed no proof of their success, but Kara didn’t care. She would try any method if it meant Lena would give her another chance.

She flew around the world to handpick a bouquet the size of a blimp and clung to the exotic flowers like they were the only thing keeping her alive. She bought candies, pastries and a giant stuffed dog that held a fuzzy heart between its paws. The message I wuff you! was written across it.

Kara shot through the sky with her strange bounty and hovered above The Luthor Foundation, where a large gathering waited outside. She swooped down the second Lena appeared and landed as gracefully as anyone could when their arms were filled with an abundance of items.

It was an important day for Lena, who planned to hold a dedication ceremony for her second building.

Kara hoped making her declaration publicly would fix the mess of her own creation and also get the media off her back. She peeked out from behind a box of chocolates just to be blinded by the flash of several cameras.

“Miss Luthor – uh, Lena– your friendship has meant more to me than any other relationship in my life – and I’ve come here today to ask – if you’ll – if I ever have the chance of becoming your–”

“No.” Lena deadpanned, so cold and detached that for a moment even the audience before them gaped at her in surprise.

“But I didn’t finish,” Supergirl protested through the fuzz of the stuffed animal. She
hid the quiver of her chin as her emotions started to spiral and sniffled quietly as Lena turned to stare her right in the eye.

“You don’t have to finish. I can’t accept any of these gifts, or a relationship beyond friendship, Supergirl. In fact, it’s a little inappropriate for you to even ask me out when I have a date scheduled tonight with Kara Danvers.”


Despite facing Supergirl, Lena went out of her way to lean closer to the mic so that everyone could hear the name of who she was dating. It started an immediate frenzy as everyone tried to ask follow-up questions.

“Since when?” Supergirl asked, wondering if she had missed a text from Lena, though she was certain she hadn’t. She was so blindsided by the revelation that she momentarily forgot that people were actively filming their interaction.

Supergirl clutched the gifts in her arms tightly as if to shield herself from Lena’s frosty demeanor and ruined a few items in the process.

Flower petals scattered with artisan eclairs, and the bright flash of cameras captured it all.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and we’ve decided to make it official.” Lena made sure her voice carried and her smug posture kept the tension between them. She smirked at the bamboozled way Supergirl blinked, and then raised her chin as she waited for the Kryptonian to catch up with her machinations.

Speculation began as a buzz of whispers, and Supergirl stepped forward and inadvertently knocked down a small speaker system that she couldn’t see because of the giant stuffed animal in her arms.

The shriek of feedback cut off the mic and startled everyone, and in a fit of humiliation, she was gone. She left nothing behind except the property destruction, half the crumpled bouquet and treats.

Kara wanted to salvage what she could, but her heart was like a jackhammer in her chest and she flew straight to the tower with all of her gifts. She didn’t hang around and zipped right out the window in blind panic as Brainy looked up. 


What kind of game was Lena playing?

She couldn’t be getting revenge if Lena was announcing their relationship to the world. Unless the omega was only saying they were together as an excuse to make the rejection public.

Anxiety seized Kara’s mind and she was so focused on all the what if’s that she almost missed the sound of her phone chiming with a message.

The Rendezvous. 7pm. Don’t you dare show up late.

Kara stared at the text for so long that by the time she realized it, she was crossing an ocean and had already lost signal.

The Rendezvous was the most expensive French restaurant in National City. It was known for its celebrity clientele and its world-renowned menu.

Getting a table last minute was practically witchcraft when the booking fee was more than most people's mortgages. Kara was already feeling intimidated, and that was before she realized she had to find something nice to wear.

The downside of dating Lena as herself instead of her heroic persona was that she couldn’t show up in her suit. She didn’t have to worry about dressing the part as Supergirl, except now she did, and her usual slacks and pressed shirt and cardigan combo wouldn’t cut it.

“I’m so screwed.” Kara groaned, and inhaled part of a cloud as she zoomed through the sky to head for National City.

She didn’t stop to think of the consequences of flying into CatCo to pull Nia aside until the entire office was staring at them in clear fascination. Kara forced a smile onto her lips and practically manhandled Nia onto the balcony for privacy.

“I desperately need your help,” Kara hissed under her breath with a desperate reek about her alpha.

“Should I get suited?” Nia asked, her eyes widening in alarm as she imagined what foe had Kara so distressed.

“Uh, no, I don’t need Dreamer.” Kara clarified through a grimace of clenched teeth. “I need your fashion expertise. I have–”

“Ooh, the date with Lena,” Nia cooed with a grin and leaned closer to nudge Kara like she wasn’t standing there in her superhero suit. “When the hell were you going to tell us you two were trying to bump uglies?”

Kara felt her jaw unhinge and she floundered for two seconds before she crossed her arms and muttered, “You know about that?”

“Dude, everyone knows. There’s clips of Lena turning you down all over the internet. The Daily Planet is already speculating that there’s a love triangle happening.” Nia pulled up evidence on her phone and let Kara scroll through the endless tweets of people’s shocked reactions.


A lot of omegas were using a meme to volunteer as tribute since Lena didn’t want to date her, and Kara frowned as she tried to work out what it meant.

“Cat’s got the gossip columnists digging through social media,” Nia informed her with only the slightest look of pity. “She’s about to pull you in for an exclusive piece on how your relationship with Lena could put an end to your special friendship with Supergirl.”

“It will have to wait.” Kara sputtered, her cape flapping about her thighs as she spun around to hide the panicked gasp she took. “I’m meeting Lena in three hours, and I don’t know what to wear. Can you please just–”

“Cut out of work to style you for your first official date with the woman you’ve been pining over for years?” The question sounded rhetorical as Nia came to stand by her side and placed a comforting hand on Supergirl’s forearm. “Sure, if Cat asks, I’ll say I’m helping you, so we have the bragging rights of being privy to what National City’s hottest couple wear on date night.”

“I owe you one,” Kara sighed, her gratitude softening the scent of her pheromones.

“Great! Then the next time you fly off to pick up some fancy chocolate for your girlfriend you can bring me back something, too,” Nia laughed, and hip checked Kara to get her to fly off. “I’ll meet you in the lobby in five for our little shopping spree.”

Kara nodded and ran off in a whirlwind of speed to transform from Supergirl into Editor-in-chief. She stepped onto the private elevator and emerged in the lobby only to be crowded by CatCo press and reporters from other news outlets.

Fortunately, Nia already had a car waiting, and within the hour, Kara had an impeccable blue suit and new shoes that cost half her paycheck.

She tried to channel the confidence of her superhero persona as she entered the restaurant at the appointed time and spotted Lena already seated at one of the nicest tables.

Lena looked stunning in an emerald green evening dress with her hair softly curled instead of pinned up. She noticed Kara striding towards her and watched her every movement with a raised eyebrow.

Kara brought a box of gourmet chocolates and another bouquet, this one purchased from a local flower shop with seasonal blooms and sprays. She settled down across from Lena and handed over her gifts with a frog in her throat and panic in her chest.

“You look—so breathtaking—wow.” Kara lacked the ability to be smooth when she was sitting across from the sexiest omega in the restaurant.

“If I had known you looked this good in other suits, I would have announced we’re dating sooner.” Lena raked her narrowed eyes down Kara in lustful appraisal and signaled the server.


The helpful beta filled both of their glasses with a vintage red wine and began bringing over plates of food that Lena must have ordered before Kara arrived.

“About that—why, um—why did you do that?” Kara questioned with a nervous smile that brightened as a filet mignon was slid in front of her. She hesitated to lift her knife and fork and felt the peculiar sensation of sweat forming on her skin. “Not that I’m upset, I just want to make sure that we’re really on a date.”

“Afraid I’m setting you up for some righteous Luthor vengeance?” Lena asked with a slight curl to her lip that could either be playful or nefarious. The cool and unflinching way she stared at Kara while making sure her tits were perfectly in her line of sight was a tactical assault.

Kara tried to keep her gaze on Lena’s face, but she failed no less than three times, and by the fourth she was fully aware of Lena’s gloating pheromones. She shifted in her seat to try and minimize her attraction by dropping her eyes to the plate and wondered why Lena’s whole cold shoulder act still turned her on.

“Would you hold it against me if I said yes?” Kara finally replied, still emotionally on the fence about whether or not she would enjoy Lena dishing out some form of punishment.

“There are other things I would prefer to hold against you.” Lena spoke around the rim of her wine glass and slid her foot up Kara’s calves beneath the table.

Kara nearly cracked the wood with how her leg jumped and she laughed self-consciously as someone looked in their direction. She gulped down her wine with the knowledge that it wouldn’t give her the effect she wanted and tried to inch her chair closer to feel Lena again.

“After I stormed out of your apartment, I was tempted to tweet that I was the culprit behind Supergirl’s accidental exposure,” Lena stated with an aggrieved jut of her chin as she flicked her lashes at Kara. “I wouldn’t have, just so we’re clear, but when I saw the clickbait articles and the outrageous claims being thrown your way, it took some of the sting out of your insistence that you were single.”

Kara pinched her lips together as Lena shared and nodded along without judgement. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you, Lena. CatCo was putting pressure on me to get a quote and Nia said there were alphas saying Supergirl had affairs with their omegas. I wasn’t thinking when I said all that.”

“Were you thinking when you sent me an assortment of dick pics last week in response to my question about what you wanted to do after the fundraiser?” Lena queried with a touch of accusation to her tone. She raised a single dark brow as she lifted her chin and pinned Kara with a look that demanded answers.

“Wha-whoa-wait you uh, you sent me a picture first. I know because it’s seared into my brain, and I’ve looked at it at least a hundred–handful--handful of times.” Kara sputtered over her confession with startled wide eyes and noted the surprised way Lena’s lips parted.

Lena’s eyebrows remained raised as she sucked on her teeth and then she held a finger up to pause the conversation. She retrieved her phone out of a small studded clutch purse, and after a few minutes of scrolling, she passed it off to Kara. “You sent them first.”

“Oh, Rao, that’s a lot of me,” Kara wheezed, seeing the intimate selfies for the first time after she snapped them. “I took those after hearing some of the columnists at work reading speculations about Supergirl on this thing called The O Chat. I must have sent them by accident that day, and then my phone snapped when I landed. I never realized you saw these.”

“So, our entire sexual relationship thus far has been one big mistake on your part?” Lena gritted out in offense, her eyes no longer enigmatic as she glared at Kara.

Kara breathed a little heavier from anxiety as she shook her head. “No, I could never call anything I did with you a mistake. It was a misunderstanding.”

She put her hand across the table to hold Lena’s and her contrite pheromones went a long way in softening the omega’s anger. They did nothing but cling to each other for a few moments, and the warmth of Kara’s face steamed up her glasses. The unusual burn of her face had nothing to do with embarrassment and all to do with her emotions and attraction to Lena, which manifested in a rut-like heat all over her body.

Guilt burdened her chest and she sighed to set it free. “I’m sorry for all of the miscommunication, Lena, but I don’t regret what we did together. Do you think we can move past this and really give this, us, a chance?”

Lena averted her gaze as she considered it and coyly pushed the curls from her shoulder to give Kara an unobstructed view of her pristine neck. “That depends entirely on how well this date goes, doesn’t it?”

Their eyes locked across the candlelit table and Kara exhaled a slight laugh that perfectly encapsulated her anxiety.


Their entire relationship now hinged on how well she seduced Lena, and nothing in her life felt more daunting than that. Charisma wasn’t exactly her strong suit at the best of times, and Kara attempted to posture by squaring her shoulders and releasing a torrent of interested pheromones.

The powerful, flirtatious scent wafted through the restaurant and several alphas and half the wait staff began to choke on the stench. Kara sunk down in her seat as people turned to stare and grimaced at the unwanted attention.

“Why don’t you try this dessert?” Lena whispered as if to redirect Kara’s focus onto something other than her own failed attempt at being suave. She motioned to a little trio of cakes that sat in the center of the table and nudged it with her fingertip to push it closer to Kara’s side.

There was no way Kara could pass up the temptation of a sweet dessert. She stuck her fork into a whipped mouse with a thin layer of cake beneath it and made a move to assert herself as Lena’s alpha.


It was chivalrous to offer the first bite to Lena, or that was what Kara hoped as she partially stood up to lean over the table.

The offering was poised directly in front of Lena’s lips, and Kara felt the stirrings of sexual excitement the moment Lena looked up at her and opened her mouth. The subtle moan was too low for others to hear, but Kara picked up on it as Lena sucked a little longer than necessary before popping her lips off the utensil.

“Is it getting hot in here or is it just you?” Kara impulsively asked as warmth began to spread up her neck.

“Kara,” Lena groaned.

“My flirting is a little rusty, but I’m trying to compliment your radiant beauty—"

Kara was still halfway out of her seat, unsure of the etiquette to follow when hand feeding someone else. Beneath her the candles flickered, providing the perfect mood lighting for their romantic evening together.

“Your tie is on fire,” Lena blurted and tried to offer Kara a glass of water.

Kara slapped the flames that were starting to travel up her tie and blew the rest of them out before it singed her shirt. “Shoot, I just bought this. Can you tell it’s completely ruined?”

“Other than the scorch marks, it’s perfectly fine.” Lena deadpanned with a twitch of her lips. Her smile was slow to form but genuine when it fully appeared, and she cut into the salmon on her plate as if nothing had happened. “Have you always been this nervous around me or are you just worried I’ll walk out of here without you?”

“Golly, both?” Kara laughed and tugged the tie off before anyone else saw the charred tip. The fabric had disintegrated onto the table like specks of black confetti and Kara wiped them away fast with her napkin. “I was so accustomed to trying to hide my feelings for you and I forgot about how terrifying it would be to share them. What if I say the wrong thing or mess up my chance entirely?”

“Well, you're two for two so far, and I’m still here,” Lena teased coolly and set her cutlery aside to sip at her wine. She watched Kara finish her steak and then stood up without any warning.

“Take me home,” Lena instructed, her face giving nothing away as she peered down at Kara imperiously.

Kara’s mouth formed a surprised oh and she wordlessly accepted that their date was over, and that she likely failed to impress the only omega she wanted as a mate. An ache spread out within her chest, and she blinked in confusion as Lena linked their arms and walked out of the restaurant like they were a couple.

The flight across town took barely ten seconds, yet in that short span of time Kara imagined fifty different ways that Lena would cut her loose. She was fully prepared for it, so when Lena instead tugged her by the hand into her home, Kara nearly stumbled.

“We can continue to discuss our relationship in my bedroom,” Lena dictated in a sultry rasp and strolled off with an attitude that made goosebumps rise on Kara’s impermeable skin.

Kara stood for a long time inhaling the promiscuous scents that Lena exuded. They differed from the pheromones that filled the hotel room during their first time together.


The argument between them was still unresolved, and deep down Kara feared the worst. Her eyebrows jumped in surprise as she walked into the bedroom and spotted Lena sitting cross legged on the divan.


Lena had stripped down to the lingerie underneath her clothes and leveled her with a look that was stern.

Kara rested her hands on her hips and gawked at the beautiful swell of Lena’s breasts confined to a tight leather corset. The garment narrowed at the waist, and her thong was a barely-there string.

“This incident has shown me that we still have a lot to learn about each other,” Lena began and uncrossed her legs to send Kara’s attention downward to her cunt. “About how to communicate, how to handle disagreements, and then of course sex—"

Kara stood with her thighs apart as her pants started to feel uncomfortable and restricting.

“Did you really think I would have sex with you as a friend?” Lena rhetorically scoffed, answering herself in the next breath. “I would have slept with you much sooner if that was the case.”

“N-no,” Kara stuttered in regret and shook her head. “I really should have realized that it would mean more to both of us. It meant a lot to me. I’ve never had such an incredible connection with anyone.”

With a determination to bring an immediate end to their fight, Kara stepped closer. She wanted to crawl into bed next to Lena, even if it meant just cuddling for the rest of the night and talking it out.

But Lena threw up a hand to stop her. “No, Kara. Sit over there. I’m not done.”

The omega pointed at a chair that appeared to be positioned so that Kara could look and not touch. Kara reluctantly sank into it and waited for Lena to finish.

Lena moved her head to the side as if working a kink out of her neck and slipped her long hair off her shoulders. “If you feel that connected to me, I want to know everything about you. I want to have an open conversation about sex. About what you like and what I like.”

Kara perked up despite not knowing what to confide. She deflated just as fast as she attempted to come up with a single thing to mention.


Her grimace would have been a dead giveaway of her inexperience with omegas if she hadn’t remembered all of the gossip posts just filled with fictional ideas about what her sex life was like.

“There are whole threads with pictures of me posturing in my suit. A lot of omegas speculate that I want to be called Daddy in bed.” Kara breathed through her nerves and decided on a whim she wanted to hear Lena call her that—if for no other reason than to find out if she liked it.

Lena opened her mouth and scrunched her brows together in surprise. “You want me to call you Daddy?”

Kara started to shrug in uncertainty and then hesitated to change her mind when Lena stood up.

“I’m into that,” Lena admitted and wandered over to sink down on Kara’s knee.

“Really?” Kara’s disbelief came out as a wheeze and she raised her hand to tentatively settle it on Lena’s hip. She waited a second to see if Lena would bat the affection off, and when she didn’t, she inhaled deeper to draw the spice of their lust into her lungs like incense.

“Mm,” Lena wordlessly confirmed, and shifted so that her backside rubbed straight across the forming erection in Kara’s pants. She draped her arm loosely over Kara’s shoulder to clasp the back of the chair and used her other hand to angle Kara’s face up with a finger beneath her chin. “Do you know what praise kink is, Kara?”

The dumbfounded look on Kara’s face must have told Lena all she needed to know, but she shook her head in case the omega wanted a clear answer.

Lena flashed her a grin and blinked slowly as she stroked her thumb over Kara’s bottom lip. “Well, I have one, and you stumbled into it the last time you were rutting me across the bed with a knot bigger than your fist. You called me a good girl, Kara, and I’m a sucker for verbal affirmations.”

“What else do you like?” Kara inquired, her alpha attempting to dominate the room with her musk. She took hold of Lena’s waist with both hands to grind her against the hard ridge of her cock.

“That’s not how this works,” Lena dictated and curled her fingers into the lapel of Kara’s suit jacket for leverage. “You share, then I share. It’s your turn to tell me something.” She swayed her hips in a slight gyration and left the bulge of Kara’s pants messy with her arousal.

“Uhh.” Kara blinked at the cleavage formed by the fit of Lena’s lingerie and wondered what else she wanted to introduce into their sexual relationship. She had no shortage of fantasies if she referenced any of her research from the forums online, but she didn’t want to rely on it. Lena was asking her to bare herself sexually and she owed her what little truths she held to heart.

“I really-” Kara gasped at the controlled undulation of Lena’s slippery cunt across her pants. The veins of her cock throbbed and her shaft pressed harder against the zipper of her pants as if ready to break free. “Rao, I really enjoyed that we didn’t use protection.”

The confession froze Lena’s movements, and for a startled second, Kara worried that she had said too much. She burned with shame and opened her mouth to explain herself, but her tongue refused to lift.

“What did you like the most about it?” Lena questioned with a curious squint. She pushed her thong to the side and bore down on Kara’s lap, situating herself directly over Kara’s concealed hard-on so that the pale lips of her pussy rested on either side of the shaft.

“All—all of it,” Kara insisted with a quick nod that seemed to amuse Lena to no end.

“Was it feeling how incredibly warm and silky my cunt was inside?” Lena inquired with a tilt of her head. She trailed her palms over Kara’s shoulders and lightly clasped her cheeks to ensure they kept eye contact. “Or was it finding out that I’d let you fuck me bare?”

Kara didn’t expect to be grilled over it and her cock helplessly twitched in her pants as she gaped at Lena. It felt a bit like an interrogation, and Kara realized the omega was practically using her cock to register which aspect aroused her the most. She couldn’t lie because every sudden jerk or hot pulse told Lena the truth.

“Both?” Kara squeaked out and moved her hands down to cradle Lena’s ass with the absurd thought of raising her up before she asked another question.

“No, that’s not it.” Lena drawled and fixed Kara with a heated stare as she brought her mouth so close to Kara’s lips that her breath tickled when she spoke. “I think you enjoyed getting to fill me with your seed, knowing I’d be dripping for hours afterward.”

A helpless groan tore out of Kara and her hips jerked upward at the memory. It wasn’t fair to be fully clothed and yet so utterly exposed, and she would have leveled the playing field if Lena hadn’t beaten her to it.

With remarkable finesse, Lena slid her hand southward and unzipped Kara’s pants without so much as blinking. She popped the button open and freed Kara’s solid girth with a stroke of her palm. The wet tip was positioned at Lena’s softly clutching entrance before Kara could even breathe, and then the omega was sliding down on the wide circumference with a moan of her own.

Kara was too stunned to buck as the hot clench of Lena’s cunt wrapped tightly around her shaft. The full length was submerged in one go and she gawked in awe at the pretty pinks of Lena’s labia spreading around her base.

Lena caught her by the jaw and raised her head up to breathlessly rasp against her lips, “Nobody else has fucked me without a condom, Kara. Does it turn you on to know that you’re the only one I’ve ever let come inside me?”

Lena probably expected verbal confirmation and not the sudden and intense expulsion of seed that erupted against her cervix. The spontaneous orgasm forced Kara’s alpha into action, and Lena clung onto her as Kara pushed upward to fill her cunt.

“I’ve always had a breeding kink, but I never trusted anyone with it until you,” Lena whimpered, her jaw slack and eyes unfocused at the rapid and unrelenting strokes. She pushed her fingers into Kara’s blonde hair and guided her face to the swell of her breasts.

Kara nestled herself between them with a raunchy sound of gratitude and tugged the leather cup down just enough for Lena’s nipple to poke free. She lashed it with her tongue, fast and firm licks that made it stiffen considerably so she could pop her lips around the bud and suck roughly.

“It’s because you’re a good girl, Lena. My good girl, and only my cock is worthy enough to be inside you,” Kara asserted with newfound confidence and the understanding that they were officially together.

“Yes Daddy.” Lena gasped, the tremble of her throat coinciding with the onslaught of pleasure she received.

Kara groaned into the soft swells of Lena’s tits and immersed her cock in the deeper heat of Lena’s pussy. The little ripples of internal tension melted away with the push of her shaft. Lena opened her thighs wider apart as Kara made good use of her strength by thrusting faster.

Lena moaned as the increased speed led to a staccato slapping between their pelvises. “My pussy and mouth are the only places I want you to come from now on.”

After a hard day at work or a rough fight as Supergirl, Kara imagined how it would feel to fly home and honor Lena’s request. She grunted as she rutted into the confining vice of Lena’s cunt and moved her over to the bed. The clasps at the back of Lena’s corset came apart with one tug, and Kara shucked it off frantically. Lena propped herself up on both elbows and spread her legs for Kara to enter her.

Kara flung off her clothes, brushed the wavy blonde hair away from her face and slid back into Lena with no plans of being anywhere else for several hours. “Tell me what else you want, Lena. It’s my job to take care of your sweet pussy.”

Lena mastered the art of seducing Kara with a pout on her lips an arch of her eyebrow. “Hold me down, Daddy, I like it when you use your superior physical strength on me.”

If not for the arousal coursing through her body, Kara might have felt embarrassed by the obvious strain of her cock. The entire hard length jerked and grew bigger because of Lena’s plea, and some part of her alpha latched onto being wanted for her strength.

“Yeah? You like feeling how powerful I am?” Kara’s questions came out in a rush of excitement, and she was on Lena before the omega could whine for attention. She spread her palms over the faintly pink hue of Lena’s ravaged thighs and pushed them into a wider spread to align herself better.

Lena’s pussy was on full display and the silken partition of her entrance spasmed under Kara’s heavy stare.


“Nothing gets me wetter than knowing my cunt belongs to the strongest alpha on Earth.”

“Not just your cunt, Lena. All of you. You’re my omega now and nobody else can have you,” Kara groaned selfishly through the clench of her teeth as she pinned Lena effectively with her body.

She was firm but careful in her display of dominance, pushing Lena into the bed with a series of forceful thrusts that kept her sprawled and supple beneath her frame.

Kara took advantage of her prone position to fondle Lena’s tits in her large hands.
She pinched at her nipples with the right amount of pressure and squeezed into the soft flesh to leave behind blushing imprints that faded when she kissed them.

Lena stretched out in bliss, her head thrown back and throat exposed for Kara’s hot mouth to lock onto her skin. She keened from the stinging suction, her hands uselessly trying to bring Kara closer as her thighs locked around hips that wouldn’t stop.

“Yes, I’m all yours. I’ll be your good girl and take all of your cock whenever you want.”

The submissive undertones combined with Lena’s insatiable desire unleashed an almost primal greed within Kara. She forced her way deeper into Lena’s tender little opening with longer strokes and shook the whole bed with her pounding.

She was so close to biting through the fragile skin on Lena’s neck that the only thing to stop her was the instantaneous contractions of Lena’s tight walls as she climaxed.

The unrelenting bliss of being clamped in Lena’s cunt rocked Kara forward and she rammed herself base deep as she erupted with a moan. Thick splashes of seed shot out of her cock, and she shuddered at the velocity.

“Rao, Lena, do you really mean that?”

“What do you think?” Lena lilted as Kara gradually pulled out to admire the state of her thoroughly used pussy.

Lena placed a hand between her thighs as her twitching entrance released a bounteous amount of cream. She rubbed some of it back inside and more of it clung to her fingertips. “Look how messy you made me, Daddy. I’m full of your come.”

Kara might have just experienced one of the most pleasurable orgasms of her life, but her cock jerked and stood rigidly as Lena played with her full pussy. She stroked her hand down her shaft and pushed the tip back into Lena’s clenched opening. The sublime heat that surrounded her could easily be her undoing. She persevered in self-control by pulling out a few times and pinning Lena by the shoulders into the mattress. The one thing she couldn’t restrain was breathing out a growl.

Lena moved onto her shaky knees, obedient as ever as she bowed forward. “Order me around. It makes me wet.”

Kara rested her hand over the soft moon of Lena’s ass and lined up to slip her entire erection into the narrow little harbor between her mate’s thighs. She shuddered from the friction, for the first time knowing the limits to her power. Lena’s pussy encased her thick cock and made her halt in ecstasy, and nothing else in the world could do that.

“You’re so deep in my pussy. Are you going to fuck and breed me?” Lena whimpered in surprise at the end of her questions as Kara rutted her into a submissive bend over the pillows.

The passionate clench of her opening was just as enthralling as the warmth inside, and Kara slowed down to look at it. “You’re letting me come inside you unprotected, and I hope it takes.”

Lena’s exhalations seemed higher pitched, and Kara wondered if it was the position or the dirty talk that turned her on so much. She remembered the filthy things people had written online, and no longer held back from using her strength to top Lena.

“You’re still in heat and you know I won’t pull out,” Kara rumbled into the nape of Lena’s neck as she worked her quads with faster lunges. “I want to give you a nice, full pussy.”

She used both hands to flatten Lena’s shoulders into the bed, pinning her down while she nipped and sucked at her neck.

“Please, Kara, I want it all inside,” Lena whimpered, her hands twisting in the sheets to find leverage as she rolled her hips to take Kara deeper.

The sight of Lena working to get her seed was almost as incredible as feeling the slick contractions that begged to receive it.


Kara breathed out a noise of approval and smoothed her hands down to Lena’s waist and took command of her movements. “You're so good for giving me your cunt. You deserve every drop, don’t you?”

The slick sound of their bodies merging faded into the background as Lena made throaty attempts to agree. The words couldn’t form on her tongue from the vigor of Kara’s thrusts, and the rougher Kara handled her, the louder she became.

Lena gave up trying to speak, her lipstick streaked across the pillow and down her chin as she buried her face to muffle her loud cries.

Kara discovered she loved everything about it — from the way Lena lost control of herself to the raw eroticism of her pheromones begging to be mounted.

The sweat slick hairs that clung to Lena’s cheek and the glassy eyed way she stared at nothing because she felt that euphoric from being railed without Kara’s inhibitions holding them back.

“It makes me so hard to hear you like this, so wet and eager to take me,” Kara confessed, threading her fingers into Lena’s hair to tug at the roots.

She bottomed out on every lunge, bowing the bedframe with her momentum as Lena’s copious juices ran down her thighs. Lena was beautifully tousled, and Kara couldn’t help but grab onto her as she felt the tremor begin in her core.

“Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come all over Daddy’s cock and squeeze it like a good girl?” Kara asked, so caught up in the moment that she didn’t think to filter the things that came out of her mouth.

“Fuck. Yes.” Lena moaned out a sultry noise of shock and climax as she hunched low in the bed with her arms outstretched. Her pussy went into tight spasm and massaged down the base of Kara’s cock with needy fluctuations of want.

Kara wondered how long the pleasure would last before Lena was spent, but they continued going after the contractions ended. Lena moved against her, ensuring each internal pulsation was snug around Kara’s shaft. The tight pull of Lena’s cunt was irresistible and warm, and Kara’s knot began to widen to the sloppy sounds of their rutting.

Not one to be idle for long, Lena turned in the bed to suck on Kara’s cock. She slurped with her head bowed low and one hand holding back all of her hair.

“You’re going to be inside me all night, but I don’t want you to knot yet,” Lena husked and pushed more of the shaft between her lips, rubbing it along her tongue. “Do you think you can hold off?”

It seemed improbable with how Lena’s hands cupped around the knot while she gulped as much of the shaft as would fit into her throat. Lena bobbed faster and flicked her tongue over the seed at the tip.

Kara restrained the loose locks that Lena was attempting to hold and groaned at the pressure of the knot enlarging. “Lena, if this is meant to slow us down, I think it’s having the opposite effect on me.”

Lena stared up at her while defiantly sliding her lips onto the rigid, wide head of Kara’s cock. “Am I being too much of tease, Daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my mouth?”

Those questions affected her knot, and it became thicker from the loving kisses against her shaft. The motion of Lena’s tongue ached through Kara’s groin, and she broke into a sweat from fighting an orgasm.

“Do you want me to beg for it, Kara? Or can you feel how greedy I am for the taste of you?” Lena asked, her soft rasp on par with the lustful glint in her eyes as they locked with Kara’s in seduction.

The hunger that resided within them was hypnotic and Kara parted her lips in growl. She didn’t consciously tighten her hand in Lena’s hair, yet the second her fingers gripped near the roots, Lena became insatiable. She gaped as Lena dove forward, forcing what she could into her throat while she stroked Kara’s shaft in long pulls.

Lena’s smirk stretched her reddened lips and looked to be a thing of pure satisfaction. She puckered around the swollen glans of Kara’s cock with hollowed cheeks and moaned.

Kara almost whined when Lena pulled back to only use her tongue. The long licks elicited a throb and it shocked Kara how short and ragged her breaths became. The quick flutter had her hips rocking forward, and she urged Lena to suck by forcing her head down.


“Oh Rao, Lena, your mouth is incredible—”

“Am I the best you’ve ever had?” Lena coquettishly asked, popping her lips off Kara with too much faux innocence for it to be anything but deliberate.

The delayed gratification plumped Kara’s knot and she exhaled a pained groan of frustration as her cock twinged in protest. The increased size almost ached without Lena wrapped snugly around it and she nodded fast in the hopes Lena would suck her again.

“Yeah—yes—you’re the greatest.”

“Are you sure?” Lena mused and cradled Kara’s knot between her palms to massage into the enlarged bulge that seemed intent on getting bigger. She stroked up and down Kara’s shaft until she became painfully erect and then pressed wet kisses all over the purple helmet.

“Lena,” Kara huffed out so forcefully that speckles of frost landed on Lena’s cheeks. She was restlessly on edge and so close to release that all it would take was the warmth of Lena’s lips to get her off, but they were out of reach.

Her exasperation must have been what Lena was after because she grinned up at her lustfully and murmured sweetly, “I just want to make sure I can please you in all the ways you deserve.”

Kara had never been more forceful with Lena than when she manhandled her roughly into a prone position and slid back inside of her.

Lena writhed as if thrilled and raised up her chin for Kara’s lips to caress at her throat. They kissed as Kara submerged deep with her thrusts, rubbing into the impasse of Lena’s cervix.

The base of her cock smacked against Lena’s spread pussy and the knot pushed against the resistance of silken inner lips.

“Oh, fuck my cunt, Daddy,” Lena groaned and glanced down to where she stretched around the hot bulge of the knot.

Kara lunged harder and kept Lena’s leg aloft as she pressed into the warm space between her thighs. She grunted from frustration and pounded that small opening with a desperation to penetrate it with her knot. Her seed lubricated the way in a hot rush that culminated in full body tingles and trembles.

The satisfaction of jolting to orgasm inside of Lena was all she needed in life—her scent an ambrosia fit for a god. Kara kissed at her nipples and throat as her spasms extended and praised Lena by playing with her clit as they fused together.

By the next morning, Kara realized she had twelve messages from Cat Grant, and that all of the news outlets wanted quotes from her about her date with Lena Luthor. Alex texted her a bunch of times asking how it went, and Nia sent her the salaciously smiling emoji.

Almost every channel was re-playing Lena’s rejection of Supergirl, but Kara didn’t mind as much when she was watching it from bed while knotted inside of her girlfriend — finally, and officially.