The Best of Both Worlds - Chapter 4

The Best of Both Worlds:
Chapter 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/best-of-both-46016067
Chapter 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/best-of-both-2-46332388
Chapter 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/best-of-both-3-48507636


Word count: 7,134

Tags: Teasing, up skirt flashing, broken condom, knotting. Should also mention that Lena isn't feeling her full rage yet, so don't be deceived into feeling like there isn't going to be angst ahead.



There were certain luxuries Lena couldn’t live without, and being a billionaire certainly helped when it came to how other people accommodated her at the very last minute.

Between Cat Grant breathing down her neck before the upcoming tell-all, and Supergirl stopping by at odd hours to check on her through the night, Lena had reached several of her limits – one of which she was pained to realize affected her more than the stress she was currently under.


With her heat so strong and her pussy so tender, there was no way her fragile human body could withstand the kind of rutting Supergirl would give her. She needed time to recover and unwind, so Lena did the only reasonable thing she could do and checked herself into a private spa without mentioning it to anyone. For twelve hours, the only sounds she wanted to hear was flute music and wind chimes, so it vexed her when two hours into the pampering session, she heard the unmistakable whoosh of Supergirl appearing.

The startled gasp of her masseuse tightened every muscle in her back that he had just spent the past hour loosening, and Lena refused to lift her head up when a set of bright red boots stopped right by the massage table.

Lena glared at them from where she lay face down, her jaw locking in aggravation in spite of how her omega immediately greeted the alpha with a shamefully promiscuous scent.

“Lena, um—my—er, sweetie—can I have a word with you in private?” Supergirl whispered, half bent over and poised to stick her head under the table if need be.

Lena balked at the sight of blonde hair and sat up so abruptly that she nearly elbowed the masseuse in the face.

“I’m in the middle of something, darling.” Lena’s cold smile was practically a threat, and she bristled when she caught Supergirl’s eyes on her tits instead of on her face. She wrapped the towel around herself with haughty disdain and then remembered they were supposed to be in love.

“No, yeah—I see that, but I really need to tell you something and it can’t wait.” Supergirl’s apologetic pheromones threatened to smother Lena, and she bit her tongue in order to accept the Kryptonian’s help off of the table.

Supergirl guided her around the hot tub that sat in the center of the room and past one of the tables lined with hot wax and heated hollow bamboo canes until they were both tucked discreetly behind the changing screen.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lena hissed the moment they were out of earshot. She was unreasonably pissed and huffed at the natural alpha musk that Supergirl exuded. It disturbed her how readily her cunt began to clench in expectation, and her skin prickled with sweat brought on by the Super’s proximity. “Can’t I get one day to myself without you fluttering into my plans to ruin them?”

“Please just listen to me, because if I don’t say this now then I—Rao—I won’t be able to go through with the tell-all.” Supergirl didn’t posture as she spoke. Her head was bowed and her hands were clasped in front of her instead of on her hips in that characteristic pose that commanded respect.

It was strange to hear the pleading notes in Supergirl’s voice, the soft insistence that seemed so familiar to Lena for reasons she couldn’t quite place. Anyone else might have paused to assess why that might be, but Lena had latched onto the last sentence Supergirl had uttered and she stared at her indignantly.

“Oh, you’re going through with it, I didn’t just give up the right to my womb so you could back out now.” Anger surged through Lena, hotter than the stones that should have been decorating her back right about then. She jabbed her finger into Supergirl’s chest like she had the right to make any demands of the alpha and raised her chin like this was a fight she could win.

“That’s not what I meant,” Supergirl stressed, the emotion in her voice disarming Lena when the alpha leveled her with sorrowful eyes that had no right being so damn oceanic. “Will you just listen for once without interrupting m—”

“Move!” Lena shrieked, barely registering the bright green glow until it was hurtling toward them.


A kryptonite blast blew a hole through the changing screen, and fortunately didn’t strike either of them. They had been so invested in their argument that neither of them had realized the beauticians and masseuse had opened the door to let a few of their friends inside until they were under attack.

“Get behind me!” Supergirl snarled her order and shot forward to fold the masseuse into the massage table so viciously that something cracked.

Lena didn’t have time to guess if it was bone or metal as one of the women rushed her with a scream. She narrowly dodged her, grabbing at the only thing her hands could reach to fend the bitch off. She slapped a wax strip over her eye and then ripped it back off, taking her eyebrow and some of her lashes with it.

Supergirl flung the entire melted pot at a man firing kryptonite bullets at her, drenching him in hot wax. He let out a roar of agony when she blew cold air at him then snatched off half his beard in one swipe.

Lena scuttled around the Super to fling hot stones with a terrible aim, and then grabbed one of the bamboo canes to whip at the nearest goon. He sneered at her until she lashed at his thighs and then he howled like a wounded animal and tried to taser her in the chest. He would have succeeded if Supergirl hadn’t used one of the beauticians like a bowling ball to knock him into the hot tub.

“Did you know they were here?” Lena’s accusatory tone was misplaced in her fear, and she shrank back as someone fired off a real gun. The bullet bounced off of Supergirl’s bicep and she throat punched the idiot before he managed to hit Lena.

“No, we gotta get out of here,” Supergirl grunted and flung her hand out towards Lena with an imploring look.  


Before their fingers touched, Lena saw the veins in the alpha’s hand light up neon green, and then everything went black as she let out a scream.

Much later, she woke with a splitting headache in a cold holding cell with Supergirl limply by her side and the horrible lurching sensation that Cadmus was behind the whole thing.

“Supergirl?” Lena croaked, her rising panic intensifying when she noticed the hero’s sallow green complexion. The kryptonite was still in her system, and Lena had no way of knowing how long it had been poisoning her. She took the alpha’s pulse, weak though it was, and began to pat her down in the hopes that somewhere in that tight suit and short pleated skirt was something useful that would help them escape.

What she wanted to find was a gadget or some piece of Kryptonian tech, but all that was on the Super was a folded piece of paper that she tucked into her sleeve, and Lena read it before someone showed up to torture them.

Lena,

What I’m about to tell you will change our lives forever, and no amount of apologizing can take back what I’ve done or all of the times that I’ve lied to you. I used to believe I was being noble by keeping my identity a secret, but the truth is what I did to you is awful. I thought I could keep Supergirl separate from my personal life, but when it comes to you, I can’t. I wish I had been brave enough to tell you my identity from the start, and I pray that you will forgive me now.

I love you.

Kara Danvers

Lena clutched the note with both hands as her eyes burned with tears that glassed over her green and wouldn’t fall. In all other betrayals, she had wanted to feel cold and heartless, but the thud of her heart now was loud and getting faster from anger.

At sounds coming from a neighboring room, she had one option — to rip up Supergirl’s letter and swallow the pieces before anyone figured out the idiot’s secret identity. She couldn’t process what she was doing, or worry about her emotions in that high stakes environment.

With each gulp, Lena thought of the times over the past few days that both Supergirl and Kara had wanted to talk to her. Lena was simultaneously irritated with herself and resentful that Supergirl wasn’t awake to swallow down her own words. She hesitated with the last strip of paper in her hand — the scrawled I love you that ripped all of Lena’s feelings out of her boxes.

She loved, too — and that was the problem with it all, with the secrets Kara kept and the years of closeness they shared together. If she hadn’t fallen in love, it would have been possible to walk away and end her relationship with Supergirl.

Lena contemplated all the harsh things she could do to retaliate, except in a twisted way, Kara’s confession had fixed her own moral dilemmas. She wanted to be with Kara, and she needed to mate with Supergirl to uphold her contractual obligations — and now she knew for certain that the two didn’t have to be mutually exclusive.

By the time she ate the last of Kara’s words, the Super’s eyelids flitted open and Lena took her hand without feeling like she was going to blow her own cover. “Supergirl, thank goodness you’re awake. We seem to be trapped in an abandoned warehouse.”

“Are you okay?” Supergirl grunted, ignoring the pain she must have been in to check in with Lena like that was her top priority.

All of those times Supergirl had saved her, it had been Kara all along, and now that Lena knew that, she couldn’t help but see her friend staring at her in concern. The same crinkle between her brows, the same bright eyes that were normally framed by glasses that she obviously didn’t need, but wore as a ridiculous disguise.

“Yes,” Lena belatedly whispered, her voice catching as she comprehended the danger Kara often faced and the battles she so righteously fought. The panic caught up with Lena the way the tide might sweep in, slow at first, just lapping at the edges of her senses until she was suddenly knee deep in cold dread.

“But you’re not. We have to find a way out before this does any more damage to you,” Lena choked and grasped at Supergirl’s green tinted fingers that trembled for all the wrong reasons.

“Oh god, you don’t really care about her, do you? I had hoped this was all a publicity stunt,” Lillian intoned as she stepped into the room and came to a halt next to the cage to look down at them imperiously.

“Mother, of course, I should have known you’d be behind this,” Lena drawled, the jut of her chin petulant in spite of her hateful glare.

“Well, I had to check in, it’s not every day I find out my only daughter is in a relationship with a Kryptonian,” Lillian explained in exasperation and stuck her hands into her coat pockets with a look of clear disappointment. “Honestly, Lena, what were you thinking? Of all the alphas in the world, you had to pick the one that doesn’t belong here?”

“Maybe if the board didn’t have a clause that requires me to produce a powerful heir or forfeit my right as CEO, I wouldn’t have gone to the lengths I have,” Lena seethed as she got onto her feet to face off against her mother.

“That was a clause your father put into the contract to ensure that a Luthor would always be in charge of the company,” Lillian sneered and flicked her eyelashes towards Supergirl, who was still prone on the floor and breathing heavier than normal.  “He meant to inflict those conditions on me. Little did he know that one day he would also be destroying our bloodline through you. Please tell me you aren’t really going to reproduce outside your own species.”

Lena absorbed all of the new information about her father without reacting to it and then offered Supergirl a hand in sitting up. “If you must know, I might already be carrying Supergirl’s pup.”

She inspired shock with that statement and a whole lot of hopeful pheromones from Supergirl. Her mother’s eyes glinted in appalled horror, and Lena rested a hand over her belly for added effect. She testily raised her brow and glanced towards Kara, softening at the guilt that crossed her mate’s features.

“Obviously your heat is clouding your judgment. You’ve always been prone to dramatic outbursts,” Lillian remarked with enough arrogance to compel one of her goons forward with his pistol raised. “Separate them. My daughter has evidently lost her senses due to the Kryptonian’s pheromones.”

The goon opened the state-of-the-art cell, and Lena recoiled, forcing him to enter the cramped space. She didn’t quite get the chance to scream in his face because Supergirl let out a snarl and lasered a hole through the wall to send sunlight streaming into the warehouse. It wasn’t enough to rid her of the Kryptonite, but it gave her a boost of energy to swoop forward with Lena clutched in her arms.

They were in the air and soaring over buildings before Lena even blinked, and then she was suddenly on her penthouse balcony, completely alone, with the horrible suspicion that Kara might have plummeted out of the sky. She dialed Alex at the DEO without even thinking and sighed heavily down the line when she was greeted with a stressed out, “She’s here. Just landed. She’s under the sun lamps. Can you fill me in on what the hell happened?”

For the next half hour that was what Lena did, and then she spent another two pacing her apartment and sipping herbal teas to curb her desire to drink.

Ultimately, she came to two conclusions: the first was that she wasn’t about to out Kara and reveal that she knew her identity. The second was that in spite of all her anger, she still considered Kara her mate, even if they hadn’t taken any steps to make that happen.

Now that Lena was aware of the intricacies of the why they had tiptoed around their attraction, she planned to take matters into her own hands, and that meant actively seducing Kara without feeling any guilt over also sleeping with Supergirl.

She spent the rest of the afternoon preparing herself for how she would handle the situation, and waited until mid-evening before sending off a text to her friend. I’ve had the worst day. I could really use a hug right now. Can you come over?

Predictably, Kara appeared no less than thirty minutes later, clutching a bag with pints of ice cream and showing none of the signs of her trauma. She came right in as Lena opened the door and they embraced on the threshold.

“I saw the news,” Kara lied with terror in her voice and tightened her arm around Lena’s upper back. “Supergirl is going to have to do a lot more to keep you safe.”

Lena analyzed her friend with a squint and tugged her over to sit on the couch in front of the ongoing coverage of her kidnapping. “I don’t suppose it’s going to get any easier once the world knows that Supergirl’s pup is growing inside me.”

Like usual, Lena sat a full seat away and put her leg up, but this time she had gone without panties. She leaned against the back of the couch and faced Kara to maximize the chances that her closest friend would glance up her skirt.


After getting a bikini wax that morning, her cunt was supple and soft, and her pink inner lips begged for Kara’s attention with the smallest pelvic clench.

The despondent frown on Kara’s face froze imperceptibly when she bent forward to grab a pint of ice cream off the coffee table, and then a powdery hue began to cover her cheeks as her eyes widened.


“God, Lena, it’s hard,” Kara groaned, her mouth open and pants definitely tenting.

Lena casually lifted an eyebrow and let her friend get a good look at her cunt without drawing any attention to herself until she shifted. It wasn’t to grant any mercy, but to force Kara’s eyes to snap up to her own, and she waited as the silly Kryptonian realized her inadvertent innuendo.

“You know — to imagine all of the stress of what you're going through. I don’t know how you handle it.” Kara sat up so fast that the spoon in her hand shot over her shoulder to clatter into the cabinets of Lena’s kitchen, and she grimaced at the noise of something shattering. “Oops, butter fingers.”

Her friend’s forced laughter was strained, and Lena smiled at the nervous way the alpha tried to keep her distance.


Lena ignored her valiant attempt to keep a boundary between them and leaned into her friend's space under the guise of helping her out. “Being a Luthor certainly helps. I have a lot of experience when it comes to intense situations.”

The coy way she glanced up at Kara coincided with the torrent of heat pheromones she unfurled, seductive and deliberate as she placed her hand on Kara’s knee to reach for her own spoon.
 

“I don’t mind sharing,” Lena intoned as she passed the utensil to Kara and used it as an excuse to stick her tits out.

Kara shoved her spoon deep into the pint of ice cream and pulled up a big scoop that she brought to her mouth. She ate ravenously, licking up the sweet treat while focused on Lena’s breasts.

A few buttons on her shirt strained and popped open from her bending and moving around. Lena selected a vanilla ice cream from the table and decided to run her tongue over the lid. The creamy essence pooled on her tastebuds and she opened her mouth just to entice Kara with the remnants still on her lips.

“Can I have a taste of yours?” Lena pouted and leaned forward again with the distinct sense that her nipples were peeking out.

“Oh—um, sure, I’m happy to share.” Kara stared at her in bright eyed wonder and exhaled a soft groan as she lifted her spoon to Lena’s mouth.

“You’re so good to me.” Lena placed a hand over Kara’s wrist and sucked on that spoon long after the ice cream melted down her throat.

Whether from the provocative display of her pursed lips, or the light caress of her fingers along the length of Kara’s thumb, there was no concealing how aroused the alpha had become. The restricting fabric of Kara’s pants outlined the thickened shaft and Lena dropped her hand to clasp at Kara’s knee. “This is just what I’ve needed after the day I’ve had.”

It sounded innocent enough, in spite of her wandering fingers that squeezed Kara’s thigh just shy of grazing her cock. She sat up only to shuffle into the space next to Kara and leaned her body weight into her friend with a content little sigh. “I’d offer to share, but you’ve never been the vanilla type, have you?”

“Nuh—no, not really, it’s all yours,” Kara stuttered out, her smile too bright and pupils blown wide as she stared at Lena and the way she ran her finger around the rim of her tub to gather up the softer ice cream.

Lena knew exactly what she was doing as she flicked her tongue out to gather the creamy drips, then sucked on her finger with a moan.

What she hadn’t expected was how fast Kara would stand up or the flustered way her friend would bustle into the kitchen.


“You know, I could really use a drink,” Kara laughed for no reason. “Do you want something? How about chamomile tea? Something nice and calming to help you relax—”

“I can think of better ways to achieve that,” Lena murmured under her breath, knowing damn well that Kara could hear her even if she couldn’t outwardly react like she had.

“I meant to tell you, Kara, I spoke to Supergirl about our feelings for one another that go beyond friendship. She said she’s okay with us exploring that in private,” Lena tactfully stated with a serious and straight face.

All of her years in the Luthor household had given her the gift of lying with conviction, and her heart rate remained calm as she sidled up to Kara with two mugs.

“She—what? She did?” Kara’s brows pulled tight together and she gave Lena a look that was baffled. “Are you sure that’s what she said? A lot happened today, maybe you didn’t hear her clearly.”

Lena schooled her face into an enigmatic smile, one that was genuine and without any of her still lingering anger behind it. “Supergirl might have still been a little out of it due to the Kryptonite, but she understands how I feel. She has to keep her true identity a secret, and she leads an incredibly lonely life as a result of that. Even though Supergirl will sire my pup, she realizes there can never be real intimacy between us — not the kind of intimacy I can share with you, Kara.”

After filling up her kettle, Lena placed it on the stove to heat and chose a few teabags from a wooden box.

She pretended to be far more interested in the herbal teas than Kara’s perplexed and sympathetic face. There must have been a lot on Kara’s mind that stalled her response, since it came at a delay and with a soft, aggrieved sigh.

“Lena, I want intimacy with you – more than anything - but honestly you deserve so much better.” Kara’s voice cracked and self-blame worked its way into her features, filling up the clear gaps in her joy. “You deserve better than what either I or Supergirl could give you.”

Lena slipped off her heels to stand in her stocking feet right in front of Kara. Next to her best friend, she was smaller and she hoped less intimidating in the domestic setting. Under the pretense of handing over a cup of tea, she continued to hover within arm’s reach. Observing Kara’s inflections and facial tells was much different now that Lena was privy to her secrets, and she was direct in her scrutiny, staring up at Kara without any hesitancies left.

“Well, I want both of you,” Lena whispered straight to Kara’s face and put out her hand. She let her fingertips slide off the edge of her friend’s glasses as she tucked a blonde curl back behind Kara’s ear. All of you. “If it would make you feel better, I can use Supergirl’s watch and call her here. Perhaps it would help to discuss this in person between all three of us.”

“No,” Kara blurted, the fear in her eyes at being discovered strong enough to momentarily block out the sultry spell of Lena’s pheromones. She backed away with a tight smile to pour an obscene amount of sugar into her tea and insisted through clenched teeth, “No—ah, this isn’t about her, it’s about us, Lena, and if you’re sure this is what you want—”

“Oh, it is, and I’ve given a lot of thought to it,” Lena confided, the soothing lilt to her voice calculated as she inched forward to take Kara’s hand. She wasn’t being fair with how she used her body to distract Kara’s alpha, but she wasn’t the least bit sorry, either, given how long Kara had lied to her.

“You have?” Kara’s question was posed to her tits, and the longer she stared, the foggier her glasses became. It took Lena humming in affirmation to snap her out of the trance, and she grinned at the way Kara gulped at her tea in an effort to appear composed.

Lena could see the alpha’s self-restraint uncoiling like broken springs, and she prided herself on her ability to unravel the Girl of Steel with nothing more than a bright smile and the flirtation of glimpsing a nipple. “Admittedly what I’m proposing is completely unconventional, but I know my heart, Kara, and I trust myself to make the best decisions. What I feel for you is more than I’ve felt for anyone in my entire life, and if today has taught me anything, it’s that I should seize the moment.”

She certainly seized something, and Kara audibly groaned when Lena cupped her cock through her pants and leaned in to capture her lips. The kiss was delicate at first, a whisper of a caress that crumbled the last of Kara’s resolve, and then it turned achingly desperate. Lena moaned at the sensation of Kara’s tongue parting her lips, and the eager way the alpha’s fingers began plucking at the buttons on her shirt.

“Couch,” Lena instructed with an airy whine of need, her fingers ghosting over Kara’s toned abs seconds before the alpha’s hands settled on her ass to hoist her up. Lena’s skirt split further at the side in her haste to wrap her legs around Kara’s hips, and she bit at her friend's lower lip just to suck on it as she marveled, “You’re so strong, I had no idea that you worked out so much.”

It was terrible that she chose to fuck with Kara while actively trying to be fucked by her, and yet being in on the secret was entirely to enthralling for Lena to pass up. She squeezed at Kara’s biceps approvingly and felt the startled hitch of breath on her cheek as the alpha insisted, “I do a lot of running around for work, I guess that counts as cardio.”

Lena smirked into the crook of Kara’s neck and waited for her friend to sit down before grinding herself into her lap with sensual undulations.

Their make-out session was amping up Lena’s heat, and it didn’t help that Kara was a phenomenal kisser. Kara put her mouth to good use by kissing her way down to Lena’s heat swollen breasts and puckered her lips around a pert nipple.

“They get so sensitive when I’m in heat, sometimes I can’t stand it,” Lena confessed needlessly, since Supergirl was well aware of every inch of her body. She threaded her fingers through Kara’s blonde hair, careful not to skew her glasses, and pulled her closer with a raunchy moan to encourage her to continue.

Kara was a different lover when she wasn’t clad in her suit—slow and attentive and eager to draw out Lena’s pleasure. She sucked with enough force to make Lena’s nipple pleasantly ache and then fluttered her tongue over it while she pinched the other. She alternated between the two, palming at Lena’s tits to evoke the breathiest little noises from her, and in return, Lena rolled her hips to rub her cunt over Kara’s concealed length. They fondled one another above the waist and returned to hungrier kisses that did little to sate Lena’s omega.

“I want to learn everything you like, Lena, memorize every inch of you, so I can make love to you the way you deserve,” Kara rumbled truthfully, her teeth grazing the supple flesh of her breast as she flung Lena’s shirt clear across the room.

Lena almost regretted shunning the romantic side of Supergirl now that she was properly experiencing it, and she whimpered as Kara’s hands settled on her waist to control the rock of her hips.


“Well, it’s a good thing we’re going to be doing this frequently then,” Lena teased, nosing under Kara’s jaw to press her kiss swollen lips to the frantic pulse in her throat.

She waited for Kara to make her move, to finally unzip her skirt and begin to work it off her hips before she stood up to let it fall away, revealing her nakedness and all of the intimate slick that coated her cunt. It glazed her inner thighs, and she allowed Kara a few precious seconds to appreciate it before bending over to unbuckle her belt.

“We should probably discuss a few things before we continue,” Lena supplied in a sultry whisper and slid the zipper of Kara’s pants down. She peeled the fabric back to find a damp patch of arousal on the alpha’s boxers and groped at her cock through the soft material.

“Sure, yeah, of course,” Kara readily agreed, nodding while Lena traced her fingertips around the thickened tip of her shaft.

“Since I’m actively trying to get pregnant, I think we should use protection when I’m in heat so as not to complicate things further,” Lena intoned, playing into the fact that Kara had no idea she knew her secret identity.

It was almost a form of punishment, to let Kara into her cunt without getting to experience her completely.

Lena wondered if the threat of wearing thicker, desensitizing latex might move Kara to confess. Her announcement certainly dampened Kara’s enthusiasm for nodding, and the alpha shook her head a few times before correcting herself.

“Oh, sure, yeah—that—that makes perfect sense.” Kara curled her lips into a deceptive smile that slipped off along with Lena as she left the room to get the condoms.

Lena returned with bulk boxes in every conceivable size and variety, and it was purely by mistake that she reached for the kind that was meant for a smaller erection.

Her unintentional insult drove Kara to whip it out and pose like Supergirl, all while remaining unaware of how Lena clocked the similarities. No disguise would cover up the veins over Kara’s massive shaft or the dripping condition of the head.

“Will this do?” Lena played ignorant and held out the ribbed condom for poorly endowed betas. She acted like she had no experience with cocks outside of Supergirl’s and bit her lip innocently.

“Not if you want it to stay on,” Kara remarked with petulance and tossed the condom aside to make a grab for one of the multi-pack boxes that Lena had brought out. She tore into it like she resented its existence and rummaged through the various kinds until she found the largest alpha-sized foil packet to show Lena the difference.

“Oh, Alpha X-O’s, I’ll stock up on them so we don’t run out,” Lena murmured thoughtfully and watched Kara rip into the foil only to hesitate with the latex in her hand.

Kara looked perplexed by the condom, and it took Lena a second to realize that Kara’s alpha must have been protesting it since she was in heat. Instead of commenting on that, Lena chose to give Kara a helping hand, and plucked the latex from her fingers to roll it over the swollen purple glans.

Just the lightest touch of her hand was enough to excite Kara’s cock, and by the time she had rolled the full sheath over the rigid erection, a sizeable pool of arousal had gathered in the latex tip.

“Once I’m actually pregnant, I suppose we won’t need to use these at all,” Lena whispered and climbed back onto the couch to straddle Kara’s hips with all the sexual prowess of an omega who understood how to handle a Super. She raised herself up to smear her cunt over Kara’s powerful shaft and kept her on the precipice of penetration.

“Maybe you’ll want to give me a pup of your own by then.” The silky seduction of her entrance stayed just out of reach, and Lena grinned at the spontaneous jerk of Kara’s cock.

Lena gave it a one-handed rub between her pussy lips as her slick dripped down the sides of Kara’s erection. She waited to fill herself until they kissed again, and when their mouths locked with reciprocated heat, Lena speared her cunt with the wide head. The latex differed from the feel of direct skin contact, and yet somehow Kara was too girthy to push deep inside.

Arousal formed at her opening and Lena valiantly slid down over Kara’s member to a midpoint where she could take no more. Her canal restricted Kara’s thrusts and her thighs quivered with sexual tension.

“You want more than one pup?” Kara asked, the timbre of her voice low and lustful and matching with her slow bucks.

Arching an eyebrow was an answer in and of itself, but Lena explored her feelings on the matter out loud. “I never considered it before this whole situation with the board, but I’ve been wonderfully sensitive during this heat. I feel like I was made for breeding.”

Kara picked up speed and pushed her hard dick into the warm slick inner cove where Lena needed the pleasurable caress. It more than tripled the amount of her arousal and her tight cunt finally opened for Kara’s large blunt intruder.

“Oh god, Lena—yes—you were made for this,” Kara huffed and inadvertently released a breath of cooler air against Lena’s nipples.

Lena pretended she didn’t notice and looped her arms around Kara’s neck to better ride her. On some level, she really should have been offended that Kara believed that she was made for breeding, given it was their first time sleeping together. Except the earnest and sweet way Kara handled her was disarming to Lena, and her omega all but enforced their speculation by getting her even wetter.

The pulsating clench of her inner muscles stroked Kara just as thoroughly as the alpha’s cock massaged her inside, and Lena whined, low and keening when Kara forced her down by the hips to bottom out. The guttural sound that escaped her parted lips must have bordered on obscene, because Kara froze and pressed their foreheads together to ask, “Does this feel good, Lena? Do you need me to go slower?”

“You’re just bigger than I expected, even Supergirl isn’t this size,” Lena admitted, rocking her pelvis to slot Kara deeper in spite of the tension it created in her pussy. She needed to be careful with what she said, and yet Lena wondered if this was Kara trying to assert herself as being the better alpha, when in reality she was the same one who wore the cape.

In a perverse way, Lena enjoyed that Kara was competing with herself, and she knew exactly what to say to tip her over the edge sooner than the alpha probably wanted. She rocked slowly, sliding her cunt up and down Kara’s intimidating shaft and whispered into her ear, “Fuck me faster, Kara, even Supergirl knows my cunt belongs to you.”

Kara didn’t stand a chance of holding back, her entire body went comically rigid as she gasped, “Lena!” She growled as hot spurts of seed throbbed up her shaft to fill the condom, and Lena bounced on her cock for good measure, moaning for real as the ripple of her cunt pulled Kara’s release straight out of her.

The orgasm was so powerful it busted through the latex and poured into her, and the hot rush of it satisfied Lena in ways she didn’t expect. She whimpered, not to stop, but for Kara to continue.

Kara burned from her omega heat, seeming far too turned on to bring an abrupt end to the sex. She pounded into Lena without any remorse and pumped more ropes of seed into her vulnerable cervix.  


They both groaned and clung tighter to each other, neither of them acknowledging that Kara’s erection was now sheathed inside Lena’s fertile cunt. Selfishness took over, and Lena drilled herself on Kara’s cock to rut out her dripping opening.

“My heat must really be affecting your alpha,” Lena moaned and glanced down to where the latex ring was clinging to the base of Kara’s shaft, detached from the rest of the condom. “You’re so hard for me.”

With rambunctious rolls of her pelvis, she positioned all of Kara’s seed up against her cervix and rubbed the sensitive wall that gripped as though ready for a knot. Kara indulgently slowed her thrusts to maximize the amount of time she was deep inside of Lena as seed continued to spurt from her.

“Can’t help it,” Kara groaned and emptied into her cunt again with another self controlled thrust. “You’re my first omega, Lena. You feel so soft and warm inside and I want this to last all night.”

“Then it’s settled, you’re staying the night.” Lena’s breathy assertion left no room for arguments and her breath hitched at the sudden shift of Kara’s thighs. The alpha’s hips pitched upward with enough force to raise Lena’s ass, and she made a pathetic sound as Kara’s hands caught her backside.

“Like I’d be anywhere else after making love to you,” Kara stated, so resolute and confident that Lena would let her stay over after they fucked that she didn’t hesitate to move them to the bedroom.

Lena jostled forward as the alpha stood up, and writhed into Kara’s cock that was still buried to the hilt inside her greedy cunt. She exhaled soft praises at Kara’s strength only to reap the rewards by clutching onto her broad shoulders so that every stride the alpha made pushed her cock in deeper. “I should have invited you into my bed sooner. To think of all the energy we wasted pining when we could have been rutting,”

Kara grinned at her lustful wistfulness and pulled out so fast that Lena barely got to glimpse the broken latex before her mate spun her around and positioned her on the bed. Kara moved with practiced speed, still faster than the average human, but nowhere near Supergirl’s ability. “I promise we’ll make up for lost time, Lena.”

With her back turned, Lena could only hear Kara removing the condom, and she experienced the strangest sadness when she heard her tear open a fresh one. She made a mental note to let Supergirl fuck her harder the next time to make up for the lack of seed she would be taking, and assumed a mating bend to present herself to Kara.

The flux of dominant pheromones combined with Kara’s alpha musk was a mouthwatering concoction, and Lena trembled as she felt her friend’s hand on her lower back encouraging her down into a breeding stance. It was almost lewd to be halfway horizontal with her knees wide open and only her cunt on display, yet her heart beat wildly in excitement to hear Kara growl in approval.

“You look so beautiful on your knees, Lena,” Kara confided, spreading Lena’s labia with her thumb and index finger to admire the creamy contractions of her freshly fucked cunt.

It turned Lena on to be praised, even though Supergirl had seen her present many times before. This felt different due to their emotional connection, and she loved that her alpha didn’t need to hide her true feelings as she settled on the bed to mount her for the first time as Kara. It almost overwhelmed Lena, to feel the love she had always known existed between them culminate in a slow penetration that threatened to bring her knees together.

“Get used to the sight, Kara, I plan to be like this until dawn, so you better have the stamina to go all night or my omega may never forgive you.” Lena’s sass fueled Kara’s strokes and the tempo of her rhythm increased with Lena’s heart rate.

The difference between Kara and Supergirl was tangible in that moment, and Lena relished the smooth glide of Kara’s hands grasping at her waist as she bucked with steady dedication. The faster the snap of Kara’s hips, the harder Lena backed into her, and soon they were both grunting with a need that consumed all reason. Kara slipped a hand between Lena’s thighs to finger her clit, and the diligent caress sent pleasure through Lena’s lithe frame.

Lena tensed from the sensation, the moan in her throat sticking as she restlessly fisted the sheets and backed into Kara with a roughness that surprised them both. She wanted to say filthy things, to push Kara to the brink of using her superpowers, but she was surprised that it was the alpha who went there first.

“You’re so close Lena, I love how you work that tight little pussy, I can’t wait to feel you gush,” Kara rasped, spreading Lena wider with every rapid lunge she gave.

Neither of them seemed to realize what was happening, so caught up in the moment of Lena’s impending orgasm that it took the first spasm of Lena’s inner walls for her to understand the urgency of her omega.

“Your knot, Kara,” Lena gasped, pressing her chest into the bed to stifle her groan as the base of Kara’s cock threatened to split her open. They were still rutting so fast, her silken heat clutching at Kara’s erection with shameless greed to keep it buried cervix deep.

“Wha?” Kara sputtered, her panic stalling her hips to an uncoordinated jerk, “No Lena, I am Kara, I’ve always been—”

“It’s forming, please, please, oh fuck, I want it inside,” Lena’s shameless begging cut off Kara’s ramble, and she whined pitifully from the pressure of her cunt being forced open so profoundly pleasurable that she drooled into the sheets as her body convulsed in satisfaction.

It wasn’t just their first time at fully being bonded, but Lena’s first time taking a knot at all, and the euphoric fullness brought with it a lethargy so strong she went limp in Kara’s arms. The perpetual spasm of her cunt encouraged the knot to bloom within her velvet chasm and she moaned, listless and high on endorphins while Kara carefully moved them onto their sides and held her from behind.

Lena was aware of Kara murmuring in her ear, though she couldn’t comprehend what was being said—only that she felt safe, and loved, and cherished in Kara’s embrace. Kara was tracing invisible patterns across her arm, and hip, and pressing the sweetest kisses to her shoulder and throat.

They must have lain there for half an hour before Lena fully came back to herself, and it was both daunting and arousing to feel the periodic pulse of seed emptying into her cunt. She wondered if the condom was still intact, and privately hoped that it wasn’t, even though neither of them would mention it in the morning.