Made for Each Other - Part 4

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There was no obvious explanation for the sudden appearance of Red Daughter, and asking questions was no help in solving that enigma, because the Kryptonian was mute. She hunched her shoulders and moved like a wounded animal, avoiding all eye contact and behaving too skittishly to allow anyone to approach.

Kara backed her look-alike into the kitchen and opened the cabinets to bribe her closer with a chocolate bar. Red Daughter scarfed it down and continued to purse her lips together afterward.

“You’re safe here,” Lena repeated for the umpteenth time and put out her hand just to see that Red Daughter’s eyebrows curved in distress. “What can we do to help?”

“She sacrificed herself to save me,” Kara huffed as she moved in on Red Daughter, who
mirrored her and dodged around the countertop. “I held her as she died–”

“On our Earth,” Lena corrected. “Who knows where she belonged before the crisis? Perhaps she survived the attack.”

The scent of Red Daughter was growing stronger, and Lena noticed the sheen of sweat that covered the alpha’s face. Kara still pursued her around the kitchen, but they were evenly matched when it came to speed, and she couldn’t catch her Kryptonian twin even with help.

“We might have a bigger problem on our hands than subduing our friend,” Lena muttered with a glance sideways at Kara.

She frowned at their inability to make progress with the high energy Kryptonian double and motioned discreetly to Red Daughter’s pants so that her mate would pay attention.

Their game of chase was disrupted by the scent of lilies and wild roses that drifted into the room with Lena Kieran. The omega pulled her soft white robe tighter around her shoulders when she saw they had company.

Red Daughter stared, too mesmerized to do more than open her mouth. She didn’t even blink, but her chest expanded as she took a deep breath, no longer concerned with Kara’s presence or the battered state of her hand.

“Lena,” Red Daughter sighed in joyful recollection, her accent unmistakable. “You are Lena.”

The brief pause gave everyone the opportunity to notice that Red Daughter hadn’t been hunched because of an injury, but because she had been concealing an erection. The more she gawked at Lena Kieran, the more the scent of her rut pheromones intensified.

“Is this Red Daughter?” Lena Kieran asked as she took a cautious step towards the second Kryptonian in the room.

They had mentioned Red Daughter in past conversations, and they all shared the same perspective that it would be too dangerous to experiment with more harun-el. The fact that she stood before them now was nothing short of miraculous.

Without any reservations or fears for her safety, Lena Kieran rushed forward to inspect the injury to Red Daughter’s hand. “Oh, you poor thing. What happened to you? Let me have a look at that.”

Kara bristled with tension and Lena held her breath, but Red Daughter appeared docile as she relinquished her damaged limb. She inhaled the omega’s pheromones like she was finally breathing fresh air and sat obediently on a stool for Lena Kieran.

“Trapped in pod,” Red Daughter whispered gruffly, as if she hadn’t spoken to anyone in a long time.

“The Phantom Zone?” Kara blurted, her fear causing her to pace with her hands up.

Lena blindly reached for her mate and immediately laced their fingers together. She used her omega to soothe her alpha and fought a wave of nausea as she asked, “Did Lex do that to you?”

It sickened Lena to think of the harm her brother had caused, especially to Kara and any other versions of Supergirl that had crossed paths with him in the multiverse.

Red Daughter nodded as Lena Kieran fetched a washcloth and bowl of warm water. She looked younger in that moment with her hair down and her head bowed.

Lena Kieran’s presence worked like a charm, and her gentle touch seemed to help with Red Daughter’s flight response.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” Lena Kieran reassured Red Daughter, though her scent was curious, and she peered at Kara and Lena for answers.

The room fell silent while Lena Kieran washed the blood from Red Daughter’s skin and winced at the gashes along her palm. The faint glow of Kryptonite emanated from the wounds, and Lena hurried off to fetch a pair of tweezers.

“This might sting a bit, but you’ll feel better in a moment,” Lena promised as Lena Kieran held Red Daughter by the arm and stroked along her wrists to keep her compliant and docile.

They worked together as Lena pulled out the Kryptonite, going slow with her technique so that no slivers would remain.

Lena Kieran seemed content to stare into Red Daughter's eyes and whisper affirmations, which puffed the alpha up and made them both smile shyly.

“You’re so brave, Kara. It’s almost over.”

The wounds stitched themselves together as Lena deposited the fragments into a lead box where the effects of the Kryptonite would be nullified.

“Lex did not want to kill me, so he contained me as punishment for interfering with his plans,” Red Daughter sighed as Lena Kieran traced the pad of her thumb over the healed skin. She glanced towards Kara, acknowledging that saving Supergirl this time had meant a different kind of sacrifice on her part. “He lined my pod with Kryptonite and sent me into space. No escape, only darkness. Then asteroid struck my pod, and I became free, but lost. You guided me home.”

“The feeling I had when I was with Lena Kieran, it called to you?” Kara blinked and pressed a hand to her chest as Red Daughter reached out to touch Lena Kieran’s cheek.

“Like beacon of hope,” Red Daughter affirmed, her bashful smile becoming one of awe as she peeked down Lena Kieran’s robe.

It was the same look Kara got on her face whenever Lena wore a low-cut dress.

Lena found comfort in the fact that some things were apparently universal.

“I feel like I know you already, even though we just met.” Lena Kieran bared her throat by tucking her hair behind an ear. It granted Red Daughter the chance to admire the pristine skin before she seemed to realize what she was doing and laughed in embarrassment.

“It is like seeing your face was the reason I crossed ocean of stars. Entire galaxies.” Red Daughter pushed her chin out in emphasis of that sentiment.

“No one has ever said something that romantic to me.” Lena Kieran slipped her hands back onto her robe, clutching at the belt around her middle.

Lena pinched her lips together as she observed her Irish look-alike in the middle of flirting.

The kitchen soon smelled of claim pheromones, both the same as Kara’s and distinct from them. It almost affected Lena’s composure, but its influence was more obvious on the Irish omega, who swooned forward in Red Daughter’s arms.

“You were meant to hear all the romantic things from me,” Red Daughter insisted as she caught Lena Kieran by the chin.

Despite her unmarked throat, Lena Kieran reacted as though she was mated to Red Daughter with her biology attuned to the alpha’s needs. They breathed in and out, seducing each other with their eyes.

“I used to believe there was no alpha out there for me, but you’ve been searching all of this time, haven’t you?” Lena Kieran whispered.

“Yes. We have been alone. Both of us. We can be together now.” Red Daughter put out her hand tentatively and Lena Kieran slipped her smaller, daintier fingers into it.

Their actions from that point on seemed to follow a knowledge intimate and intrinsic to them all.

Lena blushed at the besotted way her look-alike allowed Red Daughter to open her robe to handle her breasts.

Lena Kieran’s nipples were stiff and receptive to Red Daughter’s exploration and she exhaled little whimpers as the alpha pinched them. She moved her hands to the waistband of Red Daughter’s pants and gasped at the state of the alpha when she bared her erection.

Red Daughter’s shaft looked imposing and a knot already formed at the base. The tip shimmered with arousal, and Lena Kieran instinctively touched it with a delicate hand.

Kara drifted closer to Lena and nuzzled into the claim on her throat while their counterparts undressed one another. “We should move them out of the kitchen before this goes any further, don’t you think?”

“Mm, the bedroom is too far. They’ll never make it in time.” Lena kept her gaze on the other pair and raised her chin for Kara to kiss along her jaw. The amorous scents were affecting them all, and Red Daughter was exhaling breathy growls to command Lena Kieran onto her knees.

“Couch, then,” Kara proposed and directed their doppelgangers out of the kitchen to the plusher furniture in the living room.

The thick carpet that would cushion Lena Kieran’s knees if she chose to get on them.

Neither pair parted as they moved along, with Red Daughter backing Lena Kieran through the apartment as she slipped off her robe. Kara seemed to think it was a great idea, because she helped Lena out of her own clothes as Red Daughter kissed the Irish omega. They worked independently of each other yet in tandem with their mates.

Kara moved the coffee table out of the way and came up behind Lena to fondle her breasts and kiss at her shoulders. The eroticism of seeing themselves so shy and sweet with one another aroused them both, and Lena whimpered at the slow descent of Kara’s hand on her hip.

Kara’s middle finger slipped into the glossy partition of Lena’s pussy lips, and she rubbed at the little hood to coax her clit out of hiding.

Red Daughter exhaled a shaky and excited breath as Lena Kieran took it upon herself to kiss a path from her clavicles to her cock.

Lena Kieran lowered herself gently onto her knees and waited for her alpha to bring the veiny shaft closer to her mouth.

There was an inexplicable love in the way Lena Kieran brought her lips to the beads of arousal clinging at the tip of her mate’s cock.

The sensual pucker was filled with devotion and even Kara moaned as Lena Kieran began to kiss at the wide glans. She applied soft suction all around the engorged rim and soothed the swollen state of it with lighter licks that earned her moans in return.

Red Daughter stroked through Lena Kieran’s wavy hair, murmuring soft praises in broken English. “You kiss me so sweetly, Lena. I enjoy this very much. So good with how you treat me.”

“If you had found me sooner, I wouldn’t have been able to handle you in rut, but since I’ve gained experience, I know exactly how to take care of you,” Lena Kieran shyly insisted, and stroked her palms down Red Daughter’s thighs as she pushed her lips onto the head of her cock. The subtle bob of her head was unrushed and devoted, and Red Daughter groaned like she had never known a pleasure so great.

While Lena Kieran worshipped the broad glans, Lena reached behind her to take hold of Kara’s shaft. She held the weighty girth against her palm and stroked over her mate with the lightest touch. Kara’s fingertip looped faster around her clit, though kept the same teasing pressure as they both watched Lena Kieran massage Red Daughter’s knot base with both hands.

“Be sure to stroke her, too. She’ll need the friction.” Lena encouraged the other omega, her words of wisdom becoming breathy as Kara sped up the whorls and dipped into her entrance. It was hardly penetration, and her cunt twitched wantonly as her mate denied her and led her to the sofa to sit down.

“Does it feel good when I do this?” Lena Kieran asked, her eyes locked with Red Daughter’s as she pumped her fists up and down the rigid length of her cock. She crouched low and licked over the voluptuous swell on the alpha’s shaft and wrapped her lips around the massive knot. Lena Kieran sucked at it like a fruit too large to fit into her mouth.

Between the little tremble of Red Daughter’s lip and the enormity of the knot, Lena sensed this would lead to a faster finish. Lena Kieran eyed the heated length that loomed over her and continued to thrust her hand. She gave the thickened brim special attention and rubbed her palm over the tip on every downward motion.

“You’re so hot and swollen,” Lena Kieran noted.

“It’s all because of you, Lena—because you carry my pup,” Red Daughter whispered as she stroked the omega’s hair.

That moved Lena Kieran to slide her lips down over Red Daughter’s cock and push it into the snug warmth of her cheek. She slurped it with a noisy pull at the rim and the lustful expansion of her pupils hinted at her enjoyment.

It filled Lena with sexual feelings that settled hotly in her middle and between her thighs. She reclined on the sofa next to Kara, resting her hand just above her mate’s knee as they both took part by watching their look-alikes.

Lena rocked her pelvis in slow undulations and Kara took pity on her by cupping her cunt to massage between her labia.

The gentle stimulation kept her on edge, and Lena returned it by sliding her palm over Kara’s erection while they watched.

Red Daughter held onto Lena Kieran’s shoulders as the omega gulped at her knot-heavy cock, fitting it all between her stretching lips.

“You’re doing so good taking all of that in your mouth,” Kara commented with a touch of breathless excitement. “But whenever I go into rut, I need to be inside of Lena.”

Even after months of practice, Lena Kieran bit her lip at the daunting notion of sex with a rut-aroused alpha. She sat back on her legs and worked her lips sloppily over her mate’s erection, getting it wet before standing up.

Red Daughter seemed just as daunted by touching her omega.

“What would you like, my Lena? Should I hold you in my arms?” Red Daughter gently moved a strand of hair from Lena Kieran’s face.

“Make love to me,” Lena Kieran whispered and glanced behind her at the loveseat, where she guided her alpha down.

They adjusted around each other and Lena Kieran sat down in Red Daughter’s lap in the position most familiar to her. She rested her knees on either side of the alpha’s legs and draped her forearms over her mate’s strong shoulders.

Lena chewed at her own lip and tried to remember a time when Kara’s cock endured hours in rut without sexual release.

Red Daughter sported a hard-on that looked painful and throbbed pathetically in close contact with Lena Kieran’s lap. The wide red glans soon tinged purple from Lena Kieran carefully rubbing it in between her pussy lips.

“Don’t be afraid to guide her. You should take hold of her hips,” Lena whispered, enamored by the tentative way Red Daughter clasped Lena Kieran’s waist.

Red Daughter trailed her hands lower to rest on the pale swell of Lena Kieran’s ass and coaxed her down. The glistening spread of her labia enveloped the large helmet of her cock and Lena moaned quietly at the pleasure on both of their faces. The engorged tip pushed into Lena Kieran’s tight entrance and got no further as the omega whimpered and raised herself up.

She repeated this motion three more times, readying herself to take such an impressive girth, and sank lower as Red Daughter stiffened and groaned. Hot expulsions of seed flowed between the natural parting of Lena Kieran’s pussy lips and trickled down Red Daughter’s shaft. The thick lubricant worked perfectly and helped Lena Kieran in her gradual descent.

“That feels so warm inside. See how much easier it is to take you now?” Lena Kieran murmured, her face flushed from being so bold as she instructed the alpha to watch the cleft of her cunt accept her cock.

Lena Kieran was a long way away from being able to bounce on Red Daughter’s length, and Kara seemed excited to help them through it.

“Kiss her breasts while she undulates,” Kara directed and brought Lena onto her lap to show Red Daughter how she liked it.

The breathy sounds of both omegas interspersed with the wet smack of Kara’s lips on Lena’s nipples.

Soon Red Daughter mimicked what Kara was doing. Eager to please her omega, she kissed the creamy skin of Lena Kieran’s breasts and then sucked one of her nipples between her lips. She flicked at the bud with the tip of her tongue just like Kara did with Lena while applying slight pressure to Lena Kieran’s hips.

“Ease her into the penetration. She can take it,” Lena rasped, trapping Kara’s cock between the heat of her pussy lips to grind along her shaft. She tangled her hand in Kara’s blonde hair and stared down at her with love as she denied her entrance into her cunt. She wanted her mate as hard and desperate as Red Daughter and concentrated all of her efforts on rubbing her slit over the base of Kara’s cock where a knot would form.

“Rao, Lena, it’s like you’re trying to make me go into rut,” Kara whispered, powerless to the flutter of Lena’s pussy working over her tip.

Kara angled her hips to try and slot herself into the velvet within. Lena shifted to stimulate her clit on the veins that pulsed indignantly down her mate’s shaft.

“Is it working?” Lena smirked, knowing that either way Kara would give it to her good whenever she allowed her mate to take her cunt.


She preened on top of Kara’s lap, flaunting herself by keeping her hair tucked over her shoulders so her neck was fully available to her mate.

On the loveseat, Lena Kieran exhaled keening and airy whimpers, and Red Daughter responded by taking charge of their rhythm. She rocked the omega back and forth to spread her opening and praised her when she was able to push deeper into her pussy.

Lena Kieran’s spread pussy was exposed as she bounced, soft pink at first and then vibrantly red. She bit her lips and shut her eyes often, whining on the downward slide that stuffed her full. Her inexperience posed no problems for sinking down on her mate’s rut-swollen cock until the base started to widen.

None of them were prepared for the girth of the knot that expanded at the base of Red Daughter’s cock—thick and tumescent and far too large for Lena Kieran.

Lena could feel every envious throb of Kara’s cock as she continued grinding on her mate’s lap. They were both mesmerized by Lena Kieran’s determination and how vigorously she rode on all but the knot between her thighs.

“God, you’re almost taking it all.” Lena moaned at the stretch of the Irish omega’s pussy and the disappearance of more inches.

“Good girl, get nice and wet for that knot.” Kara breathed in anticipation the more Lena Kieran’s inner lips pressed down around the thick base of Red Daughter’s erection.

Lena sensed her own mate was reaching a point of frustration from her slick back and forth undulations. “You feel stiff, Kara. Like you already want to come inside of me.”

Kara groaned at her taunts and gripped her hips to make her rotate them in slower motions that increased their bodily contact. The tip of her cock rubbed in between Lena’s pussy lips, staying encased in her heat for longer.

Lena Kieran’s pheromones were a sharp aphrodisiac with their pungently submissive notes, and her whines cut through Lena’s sexual tension until they both teetered on the edge of orgasm together.

With soft exhalations of restraint, Lena worked herself up. Watching her look alike with a replica of Kara was close to having an out-of-body experience. The erotic sounds of their lovemaking brought Lena to a shivering climax at the memory of her first time with her best friend.

She kissed Kara, filled with nostalgia and passion as she at last moved her hips down and gave her mate license to slip inside of her.

“Put a baby inside me tonight,” Lena whispered at the parting of their lips and rocked so that her neck was against Kara’s mouth, her claim right there for Kara to taste. “We’re going to have so many pups, Kara. Little reminders of how much we love each other.”

Kara placed a hand on her lower back and drove into her with a shudder that resulted in shooting her seed just inside of Lena’s entrance. “I hope you know this means everything to me. I’ve never been happier.”

Lena cupped Kara’s face as they kissed and connected erotically, sliding their hands down each other’s sides.

Opposite them, Lena Kieran whined and oscillated between riding harder and falling short of taking her mate’s knot.

Red Daughter’s cock thickened to proportions that Kara had controlled in past ruts. Being trapped in a pod and in rut must have stripped away her restraint, and it dwindled even more as Lena Kieran moaned.

“I feel I cannot contain myself,” Red Daughter fretted through a groan. “You are beautiful, Lena, and all that I dreamed about for months on end.”

Lena Kieran’s high whimpers accompanied the sound of Red Daughter thrusting up into her at a passionate speed. The Irish omega scraped her nails uselessly down Red Daughter’s impenetrable skin and braced her feet on the sofa.

“I want to fulfill your dreams,” Lena Kieran whined. “I want to take your knot, Kara, but I’m not sure I can—"

The soft desperation in Lena Kieran’s voice pulled Lena’s attention away from her own pleasure, and Kara stilled from hearing it.

“Thrust a little harder,” Kara coached her look-alike, grunting as she demonstrated on Lena. “Just like this.”

Lena gasped from the sudden jump in pace, gritting her teeth together at the pleasurable collision of Kara’s lap with her clit. She took her mate’s length in fast strokes and rubbed at her breasts as they bounced.

“Play with your nipples and think about how good it’s going to feel when your tight pussy is very full.” Lena moaned just from being an observer to Lena Kieran’s sexual ravaging.

She knew from the quiet cries that came from Lena Kieran’s lips that it would be better if she and Kara were also involved. Kara understood what needed to be done after they glanced at each other. Lena separated from her mate and retrieved the thick lubricant they used so many times during sex already.

They sat on either side of the loveseat, and Kara opened the cap on the lubricant and motioned for Lena Kieran to lift up so she could rub some inside of her pussy.

While Kara massaged at the tender little cleft above Lena Kieran’s entrance, Lena bent over to place her mouth on Red Daughter’s cock.

Kara added a little of her own seed into the lubricant. “How does this feel?”

From the exhaustion on Lena Kieran’s face, it was clear she would need more time and preparation before she could ever hope to take such a swollen rut-knot.

“I don’t want to take this chance away from you, but would you like my help?” Lena whispered, hesitant to offer lest she fail and frustrate everyone involved.

She also worried that Kara would hate sharing her. Kara had been careful never to come to her in a state of high sexual frustration. Red Daughter’s cock dripped seed on a constant basis, and it looked bluish purple. Below it was a knot of enormous girth that revealed new possibilities to Lena. It was an exhibition of what Kara could achieve but avoided for her sake.

If Lena could take it all, then Kara might stop holding back on her.

Lena Kieran nodded softly and curled up with a pillow on the nearest chair to watch. They both looked to Kara for final approval, and after receiving another sharp nod from her mate, Lena turned back to Red Daughter.

It amazed her to look at every feature, from the strong set of Red Daughter’s chin to the brilliance of her trusting blue eyes.

“What do I call you?” Lena whispered and slipped her fingers into Red Daughter’s blonde hair to move it out of her face. “Red Daughter isn’t a name.”

“Red Supergirl?” Kara muttered, pinching her brows together in perplexed consideration of the options. “Red Kara - Rara—”

“Rara,” Lena repeated, latching on to that when she saw how Red Daughter reacted to the name. “Rara, I’m going to take very good care of you.”

Her heat was still tapering off, and the slick between her thighs would have allowed her to smoothly settle onto Rara’s cock. She positioned herself to do it, but Kara caught her by the elbow.

“Wait, let me prepare you first.” Kara slipped three of her fingers into the lubricant and massaged it into the space between her pussy lips.

Lena breathed raggedly as Kara brushed her clit and touched her entrance before it could be spread by the massive knot. She fluttered against Kara’s fingertips, moaning from the internal caress. Limply she melted into the leather loveseat and let Kara roughly finger her to orgasm.

Kara pushed all three of her lubricant-covered fingers deep inside of Lena and worked them against her sensitive contours.

“Come, baby,” Kara ordered and dominantly flexed her arm as she went full throttle on Lena. “Come on my fingers.”

Lena convulsed on command and whimpered at the power Kara held over her pleasure. Any use of pet names could instantly bring her to a peak, and this was no exception. Her legs turned to jelly, and it was much easier to slide onto Rara’s cock than she expected.

Kara supported her while she lowered herself onto the blue violet heat of Rara’s shaft. The tip was larger than some knots she had taken in the past. She groaned from the initial moments of penetration and took her time guiding more of it inside. It happened incrementally and with Kara’s hands on her hips to control her motions.

The knot posed more difficulty and Rara strained her thighs to buck into Lena’s cunt. Three sets of hands traveled over her body—not just her mate’s and Rara’s, but also Lena Kieran’s light fingertips.

“Good girl, take it nice and deep,” Kara urged and moaned as her look-alike bounced Lena and rutted her harder.

Lena took breaks from balancing herself above the knot to suck on Kara’s thick tip. She closed her lips around most of it, popping them over every drip of excitement. Her mate’s taste was on her tongue as Rara slammed into her pussy. Any time they paused to get their bearings, seed came rushing out of her.

Rara slid lower on the loveseat and the angle of her hips was perfect for Lena to sit in her lap.

Keeping her back to Rara, Lena sank onto her enlarged erection and stretched her arms out. She bent over to gain leverage with her palms on the cushion as she rocked to fill herself.

The enormity of the knot separated the lips of her cunt, and Lena whined at the internal pressure as they both sought to bury it deep. The pining scent of Lena’s omega revealed secret desires that influenced Rara’s alpha to thrust.

Kara reacted the most to the slick sounds of the knot slapping against her bare cunt. She groaned over Lena’s desperate attempts to make her pussy submit for the giant intrusion.

“Grind on her knot.” Kara softly cradled Lena’s tits, massaging and grabbing them as she gave instructions. “Move your hips more, but let the alpha be in control.”

Lena preferred a strong guiding hand from her mate. She begged for more praise, exhaling ragged little moans as she enveloped the hot bulge at Rara’s base.

Kara slipped her fingers under Lena’s chin as she continued to ride. “Your cunt has never been this full, but nothing feels better than this, does it, Lena? Are you going to be just as good for me?”

Rara must have felt the effect of Kara’s dirty talk as Lena became wet with creamier slick.  Bucking harder, her hands curled around Lena’s hips as her instinct to breed took over completely. Her thighs battered into Lena’s ass and the knot submerged partially between her labia.

“Keep going,” Kara commanded and brushed her fingertips over Lena’s cheekbone. “Rao, you look so beautiful when you’re fully spread. You’re going to be sensitive after this, and so ready to experience it again.”

Lena forced herself back on her heels and pushed down on the entire circumference of Rara’s knot. She opened her mouth in a strangled noise as Rara reared up and re-positioned her onto her stomach.

They no longer had as much give between them, and the infusion of their scents brought electric tingles to her skin.

Rara became a lethargic weight behind her, overcome by their bodily connection after months of sensory deprivation. She grunted as she emptied inside of Lena and finally experienced satisfaction and some relief. Between the Kryptonite and her rut, Rara took a while to come out of her post sex daze.

“Oh, darling, you’re exhausted,” Lena Kieran sighed and joined them again on the loveseat to stroke Rara’s back.

Lena sensed that the rut-afflicted Super needed more, but with the knot already inside of her, she didn’t know how she could deliver.

Her eyes strayed over to Kara and her attention lingered on the engorged head of her cock—thicker than before and trickling arousal. She placed her hand over it, getting her palm covered in her mate’s excitement, and puckered her lips around the rest.

“Lee-na, what are you doing?” Kara asked, her voice jumping in pitch from the swirl of Lena’s tongue.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” Lena whispered crudely and cupped Kara’s knot-base in her hand. “Can you do that, Kara? Will you give me orders as I get you off?”

Uttering filthy questions was more in line with how they engaged with each other in private, and not with an audience. Lena swallowed around the glans, pushing it in between her lips and begging Kara with her eyes.

It didn’t take much to get her way, especially when she fluttered the tip of her tongue below the sensitive ridge of Kara’s tip. Lena preened as her mate gathered up her hair, twisting it gently around her fist to keep it away from Lena’s face. She parted her lips and drew Kara’s cock into the silky enclosure of her cheek, moaning as the taste of her alpha coated her tongue.

“Good girl, open a little wider for me. Take me deeper than that,” Kara instructed, breathy and eager to feel the wet warmth of Lena’s mouth slide further down her cock. She rocked her pelvis, nudging into the back of Lena’s throat with careful, shallow thrusts.

Lena was a little sloppy as she pushed Kara beyond her tonsils. She found it difficult to slot her mate into the constricting space she was so adept at filling and whined when she realized she wouldn’t get to the base. Her omega was overwhelmed with pleasure and still so desperate for more. She contracted around Rara’s enlarged knot with each pass of her lips on Kara’s cock.

Lena Kieran blushed at the devotion Lena displayed as she sucked harder.

She was aware of the Irish omega moving closer out of intrigue, and Rara urged her mate on with a gentle hand between her shoulder blades.

“Why don’t I help with this?” Lena Kieran whispered, seeking approval from Lena before she turned her eyes to Kara to make sure she was allowed.

Lena pulled back to gasp for air, and Lena Kieran took over with open mouthed kisses. She was tentative and sweet with her soft puckering, and Kara groaned when Lena moved in to kiss at her broad glans, too.

They worked together, looping their tongues around the thick brim. The eroticism of the act puffed Kara’s chest up, and her cock throbbed at the attention.

Lena slipped her hands into Lena’s Kieran hair to hold it back as the Irish omega took over. She worshipped between Kara’s legs, opening her mouth to suck on the knot-base.

Rara groaned behind them, as if it was stimulating her, too. “You are both beautiful. It gives me great pleasure to see this.”

Kara guided Lena’s mouth back on to her glans. “This makes me feel so sensitive, and you’re both so good at doing it.”

Lena slurped at the head and breathed in between longer gulps. She sucked more inches within her hollowed out cheeks and pressed herself into Lena Kieran’s side as they both pleasured Kara. Her mate’s essence was all over her chin and she could feel Kara’s pulsations on her tongue. The frequent throb was increasing to a constant, and Lena tightened her lips around the midpoint of Kara’s shaft.

“I can’t get enough of your seed, Kara,” Lena strategically husked and massaged her mate’s hard-on with her soft lips. “And now I can taste you while your cock is inside me.”

She didn’t mean that Kara was interchangeable with her double, but they both seemed to understand that. Rara groaned first, her knot softening so that she could resume thrusting into Lena’s slick entrance. At a synchronous pace, both Supers entered her deeper and noisily finished inside of her.

Kara asserted herself the moment Lena swallowed the last mouthful of her cream. She gathered Lena up to free her from Rara’s erection and lifted her weightlessly to the couch with a hand between her thighs. The soothing touch helped to keep all of the warm seed where it belonged, and Kara settled her on the arm of the couch.

Lena eyed the smooth inlet between her pussy lips, and the swollen outer appearance of her mound as Kara stroked two fingers along her slit.

“Lie back, Lena, and let me see what a nice full pussy you have.” Kara’s soft words held notes of authority and Lena complied with a shiver of arousal.

She let herself drape over the couch with her backside nicely perched on the armrest and blushed at the gentle way her mate thumbed her labia into parting. Lena couldn’t see the ravaged state of her opening, but she could feel her mate’s excitement as it probed between her glossy folds.

Seed trickled from her entrance as Kara teased at her clitoris, the fluctuating spasm of her walls pushing it out as she desperately tried to keep it in place.


Lena held her knees far apart and angled her pelvis with a pitiful whine as Kara caught the spill with the head of cock.

Kara pushed it back inside with a shallow thrust and massaged Lena’s inner thighs as she groaned, “Good girl, keep it all in. This is exactly how I should breed you from now on, isn’t it?”

Their intimacy inspired Lena Kieran to present herself on all fours, and Rara sank to her knees on the carpet to marvel at her soaked little cleft.

Rara mounted the omega with far less urgency, her knot no longer an impossible size, and they shared soft, huffing moans.

Lena Kieran lifted her bottom higher and positioned her knees to leave space for Rara to thrust. She slid forward, raking her fingers through the plush carpet as she submitted to her alpha. “It feels best when you stay in me this deep.”

Though Lena Kieran spoke to Rara, it was Kara who reacted. She pushed her length fully inside, stopping just shy of her knot to let Lena adjust to the new girth. Kara brushed her palms along the inner crease of Lena’s thighs and used the power of her quads to plumb through the silken restriction of her slippery tunnel. The seed made the glide easier and Lena shuddered as Kara massaged into her clit to keep her relaxed and supple inside.

Rara was every bit as courteous a lover as Kara, so careful and gentle with Lena Kieran now that the worst of her rut had subsided. She stroked her thumbs over the divots of Lena Kieran’s hips and pressed kisses over the expanse of her back. She gave and took pleasure with equal measure and cupped her omega’s pussy as her knot locked them together for the first time.

They spent half the night rutting all over the furniture, not once swapping partners as they each connected with their mates.

Lena’s love for Kara kept her in a prone position, and her alpha’s stamina in turn kept them both satisfied. Their pheromones mingled with the scent of lust and romance, and Lena welled up with emotion as she watched their dopplegangers fall for each other.

Quick thrusts became tender caresses, and somewhere along the line Kara wordlessly communicated with her twin that their omegas needed rest.

Rara cradled Lena Kieran to her chest while Kara took Lena into her arms. Kara pointed out to the guest room they had set up for Lena Kieran, and as Rara headed towards it, Kara brought Lena in to their own bed.

“You did so good tonight, Lena,” Kara whispered, her lips finding the claim on Lena’s throat as she tucked them under the covers. “I’m so lucky you came to National City, and that you’ve been by my side all of these years, as my best friend and now as my wife.”

Lena believed it wasn’t just luck. It felt more like some unknown property of the universe that brought them together, because no matter which world they came from, it seemed that there was a version of Kara for every version of her.