You Give Me Fever

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


Description: When Lena ventures to Ireland in pursuit of learning more about her mother’s past, she has no idea how her decision will affect her future with Kara. [The story that won the monthly poll].

Tags: VPL, Mating sickness, Size Kink, Kara has the biggest D of all the D's in this and she needs to work to get it in Lena, Lena hasn't orgasmed since before Kara went to the Phantom Zone, Romantic and a bit raunchy, Knotting.

Word count: 8,005

All of the keepsakes from Lena’s childhood fit within a worn box that once held a pair of red buckled shoes. Lena outgrew them during her first two months at the Luthor home, but through obstinance and many painful blisters, she continued to wear them right up until her fifth birthday when Lillian replaced them with loafers and saddle shoes. The box itself remained hidden beneath a loose floorboard in Lena’s room all throughout her teen years. Lena scoffed upon opening the lid and finding a faded o-ring and a bottle of extra strength suppressors tucked in beside her photos of Ireland and all of the paperwork from her brief time in the foster system.

The other items were vintage but insignificant – a porcelain thimble, a small set of mittens that had belonged to her at age three, and a pair of tiny cats from a play-set she lost. None of her keepsakes were helpful when it came to supplying information about her mother, and yet opening the box was the first thing Lena did after settling into the Irish cottage she had rented out for three whole weeks.

The second thing she did was reach for a framed picture of Kara that had somehow snuck its way into her luggage. She had forgotten all about it, but she was happy to have the familiar comfort of Kara’s smiling face with her.

At night, Lena moved the picture frame to her bedside, and in the morning, she set it down at the fold-out kitchen table where she ate toast and pored over the newspapers.

Her first week in Ireland went by faster than expected, because she spent most of her days at the local council offices researching her mother and wandering through the rural, cobble lined streets. By week two, Lena located the address of the farmhouse where her mother grew up.

In retrospect, it was in wandering those fields that she should have realized that she was coming down with mating sickness. The farmer’s wife was on the property at the time, holding a babe no more than a few months old, and Lena slipped into a peculiar daydream of watching Kara harvest amber rows of wheat while she balanced a toddler on each hip.

She laughed at herself for bringing her best friend into her odd rural fantasy and chewed her lip as she contemplated a metaphorical box she meant to open on the trip.

If the box had been real, it would have been more worn than the one she kept since childhood, tattered on all sides and taped over in places where she almost succeeded in pulling out her feelings for Kara. Lena was afraid if she did that, they would all come out like a magician’s yarn, long and endlessly tied knots of fabric that would do her no good.

She stirred herself a cup of tea later that evening, and sat in front of her laptop with plans of video-calling Kara.

Despite the eight-hour time difference, they scheduled bi-weekly chats, and she was about to press the phone-shaped green button on her screen when Kara’s icon popped up first.

“Lena, I’m just walking into a meeting, but I was hoping it’d be okay to call back in about an hour. Will that be too late?” Kara’s face froze mid-blink, and as the frame adjusted, she blushed and avoided eye contact. “You know what, you look so cozy right now, what if we just talk tomorrow? I don’t want to keep you up.”

“Hey, no, you wouldn’t be keeping me up,” Lena promised, her hand outstretched towards the screen as if she could physically prevent Kara from ending the call. “Phone me when your meeting is over. I want to hear about everything you and Kelly have been doing to help the children of National City.”

It had felt selfish to depart for Ireland at the moment of Kara’s return, and with the news coming from CatCo about all of Supergirl’s recent endeavors, Lena began to wonder if the trip was just poor timing on her part. Kara needed her at home and she didn’t seem any closer to finding herself after two weeks of incessant searching and piecing together much of her mother’s mundane early life.

Lena wanted to uncover more about her Irish heritage and thus far all she had to show for it was a case of homesickness and a longing for her everyday routine. With the added bonus of Kara.

“Okay, give me like forty-minutes, tops, and if you don’t hear from me, go to bed and I’ll check in tomorrow,” Kara instructed with a paranoid glance over her shoulder at the other writers who worked at CatCo that crowded into her personal space. “It’s so good to see you. I’m really looking forward to hearing everything you learned about your mom.”

Their discussion came to an abrupt stop with a noise from the laptop, and Lena made her way to the bedroom with it in her hands, all set to relax for the night and read until Kara’s name appeared on her screen again.

Forty minutes later, the blaring sound jolted her out of her book and she grabbed for the laptop in excitement.

“Kara.” Saying the name of her best friend brought an instant smile to her face and she melted back against the fluffy pillows, ready for a long and intimate chat.

Kara held the phone too close to her face, rambling as she continued to move. “Were you asleep? You look flushed in the face - not that that’s a problem – you look beautiful today – but I just – I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?”

Lena saw the surroundings of Kara’s apartment and spotted the throw blanket she always stole whenever she was visiting for movie night.

“No, not at all,” Lena replied. “I just decided to get into bed and read an old favorite.”

She held up Middlemarch to corroborate her story, and if she wasn’t mistaken, disappointment crossed Kara’s face as she plopped down on her couch.

“That’s a great way to pass the time. So, tell me all about Ireland – have you discovered anything new about your mother?” Kara demolished a donut, distracting Lena by licking the glaze straight from her fingers.

“Just that she lived on a farm at some point during her youth.”

Lena blinked as her best friend stood up to reach for a napkin, and she came face-to-face with the rigid outline of Kara’s cock filling out the slacks she happened to be wearing.

Not that Lena would consciously admit it, but more than once as her fingers strayed over her cunt at night, Lena found herself stuck on the thought of how Kara dressed — in all of those tight-fitted trousers with belts and pressed button-down shirts.

Plenty of times, she had hugged Kara for too long just to breathe in the scent of her fresh dry cleaning and the alpha musk beneath it. On more than one occasion, her thigh accidentally collided with the sturdy bulge in her friend’s pants, and she developed an idea of how Kara’s penis might look when erect.

It was all conjecture based on scientific curiosity, and in part fueled by a more clinical intrigue about how a Super’s anatomy compared to the general population. She reassured herself a million times that she wasn’t crossing any boundaries as Kara’s friend. Whenever she rubbed her cunt and Kara slipped into her mind, she justified it by reminding herself that she had just never been close to someone with all of her friend’s traits.

All of her other meaningful relationships had been with betas, and her omega wasn’t prepared for the discovery that Kara was both an alpha and Supergirl.

Being around Kara was extra nerve-wracking now because of how her omega responded to the strength of the alpha’s pheromones. Not only did she have feelings for her dearest friend, but she wanted to deny them out of a strong fear of rejection, and that was harder when they seemed like they would be so sexually compatible.

“I might stay at the farm for a few days and dig through some of the old record books,” Lena added, shaking herself out of her open-mouthed staring that wasn’t at all helped by recollections of Kara’s arms slipping around her. “There’s a lovely lake with apple orchards and the farmer’s wife told me that lately there’s been some archaeological interest in the site because of some of the things she and her husband have dug up in the fields.”

Lena realized she was breathing heavier and that her face was warm, not unlike when she experienced her heats, but this differed in a subtle way.

As she and Kara swapped stories about their week, she became much more uncomfortable, and any time Kara stood up, she was unhealthily fixated on her friend’s cock. It felt like Kara was doing it intentionally after the fifth time.

“Maybe I should come visit you on the farm and stock up on greens. I’ve been eating kale salads all week.” Kara chuckled, shifting the camera so Lena had a clear and full body view. “It’s because you’ve been on my mind, and Brainy made that ridiculous PSA about how important it is for kids to eat their vegetables. I went to your usual salad bar dressed as Supergirl and ordered your favorite—”

Lena couldn’t even process the anecdote from the sound of blood rushing in her ears. “That’s—that’s really good of you, Kara. I bet you encouraged a lot of people to lead healthier lifestyles and I’m proud of you.”

Kara immediately picked up on the transition in her behavior and sat up straighter in concern. “Lena, you still look very flushed. Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine, I’m fine,” Lena rasped, self-consciously tucking strands of hair behind her ears and glancing over at the clock. “It’s just late here and I should probably get some sleep.”

Kara sagged against the cushions, but recovered with a nod. “Of course, I shouldn’t have kept you up. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Same time, same place,” Lena replied with a whisper of a smile on her lips that waned fast along with the rest of her energy.

She hung up and pulled the blankets around her, promising herself that sleep was what she needed to feel better.

Without even bothering to shut down her laptop, she cuddled into her pillow and thought of Kara’s arms around her, and that mental exercise did wonders for her ability to fall asleep.

By the next morning, she was fresh faced and happy in the belief she had fully recovered.

It wasn’t until she ventured to the farm later in the day that Lena realized she still was unwell, and by then it was too late to head into a clinic to get checked. She fainted on the dusty path outside of the farm, and awakened in the Heat Disorder ward of the local hospital.

After opening her eyes, the first thing she registered was the beep of a heart monitor keeping track of all of her vitals. Her resting pulse was higher than normal and her body was soaked through with sweat that plastered the hair to her neck.

It took two hours of languishing in discomfort for a short doctor with patchy hair and a mustache to diagnose her.

“Well, you don’t have a common heat disorder,” The doctor remarked, lifting her chart and frowning at the place on Lena’s neck where a claim bite would have been. “We believe you’ve developed mating sickness, which is an anomaly, given that you don’t have a mate. We’ve put in for your transfer to our regional hospital. It’s right up the road and it has more sophisticated equipment for omegas in your situation. Do you have a partner at this current time who you’d like to contact? Any next of kin?”

Lena didn’t know who to call given the delicacy of her condition, but mating sickness could be fatal without proper treatment, and she knew the prognosis even if the doctor didn’t spook her with the possible outcomes.

“I don’t have anyone, no kin,” Lena muttered hoarsely and shut her eyes as she thought of Kara—faraway and much too busy in her life to drop everything and come to Ireland. “There might be one person I could call. A friend.”

She tried Kara’s number on the in-room phone, and gave up after the second time when it continued to ring and ring.

All she could do was provide Kara’s details to the hospital, and it was good that she did as much, because by the time she was transferred to the regional hospital, she was in a much more troublesome condition. They tried her on various medications to reduce her pulse and heat, and none of them worked for more than an hour or two. Every new technique staved off the sickness just long enough to nurture the kernel of hope within Lena that maybe this wasn’t as serious as they all suspected—but life as a Luthor taught her the importance of always staying rational in the face of a crisis rather than clinging to the fantasy of miracles and silver linings.

There was a strong chance that she wasn’t going to get better, and she fixated on that while trembling beneath the sheets.

All of the studies Lena had read on Mate Sickness stated that it only affected omegas, and there were no tests to determine who would be predisposed to suffering from it. The rare and unfortunate condition stemmed from separation, though that was a very loose term. Of the omegas that had fallen ill, only a few had ever been bereft, while the rest were in relationships, albeit long-distanced for whatever reason. The sooner a mate returned to their omega, the higher the chances they would recover.

Doctors had discovered that the intrinsic bond of being mated went deeper than a sense of love and loyalty. Being claimed actually changed an omega on a physiological level, and that was why Lena was such an anomaly, because no one had claimed her.

Between bouts of chills and fevered dreams, Lena was sure she had begun to hallucinate due to the severe spike in her temperature. She imagined she could hear Kara shouting in the hallway, and it took the door swinging open to her room and a nurse blocking the entrance with her body for it to dawn on Lena that it was all real.

“I’ve told you already, If you’re not her kin, I can’t—"

“I’m more than that,” Kara argued with her chest puffed up in agitation, pulling weight in her blue and red suit. “I’m her best friend, and I have to see her—”

“I don’t care who you are,” The nurse hissed, both arms outstretched to try and keep Kara out of the way, “We have rules in place for a reason and my priority is to protect the patient. If you’re not kin—”

“I’m Lena’s mate,” Kara stated with all of the authority of Supergirl. “Please step aside so I can talk to her.”

Lena attempted to sit upright in the bed just to watch Kara stride forward, breaking protocols to reach her. She did all that she could to make herself look more presentable, even if it was a hopeless cause with her hair so tousled and wavy. Her jaw dropped and her lip trembled from the instantaneous influence of Kara’s alpha.

The Super suit clung to Kara’s broad chest, muscled biceps and quads, and Lena stared at the conspicuous bulge framed between two strong thighs.

“Lena, what happened? Do you think someone did this to you on purpose?” Kara rushed towards the bed, still posturing in front of the nurses that happened to peek into Lena’s room.

Lena shook her head as her throat clamped around the only answer that made sense: You. You did this to me.

“I’m taking you home so Alex and Brainy can help,” Kara stated with fierce protectiveness and hurried to slip her arms underneath Lena’s back.

“No—no, Kara, I won’t make the flight,” Lena whispered and wondered if she would quite literally take her secret feelings for her best friend to the grave. “Just stay with me. That’s all I want.”

Lena tucked herself tighter into Kara’s buff arms and inhaled the scent of her skin like she had been given a bouquet. Some morbid piece of her heart wondered what flowers Kara might bring to her grave, and she wallowed in her self-pity long enough to drown out the commotion at the door.

The nurse spoke to Kara, gentle-voiced and friendly as her colleagues hustled by in the background.  “We need to transfer Miss Luthor to another room where you can treat her. It’s well stocked and ready for your private use.”

Lena put her head on Kara’s shoulder, feeling some of her symptoms begin to abate and others seem to worsen. Her nipples ached just from brushing against her hospital gown and her cunt spasmed as if gripping an imaginary cock deep inside.

Kara spoke to the nurses, and before Lena could process what was happening, her best friend lifted her and strode through the halls of the hospital.

Her new room was in a different wing with more amenities that Lena failed to register until Kara settled her down on the bed more befitting a hotel than a hospital. The plush pillows and soft cotton sheets were a stark contrast to the stiff, sterilized material she had just been resting on.

“You told them you’re my mate,” Lena whispered, flush with fever that was going straight to her brain, so much that her body was begging for Kara’s touch.

The wanton scent of her pheromones would have been normal for a mated pair, and she was ashamed at her omega’s audacity for announcing her true feelings in such a promiscuous manner.

“Of course I did. I would tell them anything to see you,” Kara muttered in worry as she pressed her palm to Lena’s forehead. She glanced between the nurses that still lingered in the doorway and stroked the sweaty strands of hair off of Lena’s forehead. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to get here.”

“There’s a call button beside the bed if you need to use it, Supergirl,” the nurse called out, grabbing the door handle to pull it shut. Their lack of instruction left Kara to come to her own conclusions about what sort of care Lena required, and she whipped her cape around in her haste to investigate what was available.

All around them were accoutrements to aid in mating—a selection of thick lubricants used in the best fertility clinics, different wands and clitoral stimulators, and a set of breeding cocks. On one wall was an examination seat with silk stirrups for an omega to place her feet, and Lena found herself staring at the other pieces of furniture that made the room seem normal, despite their intended purpose for sex.

Lena figured they would have an awkward conversation, or try to brainstorm other methods of healing her once her irrational urges passed. She could never have guessed that Kara would venture closer to the bed, or look down at her with soft, understanding eyes as she began stripping off.

For a startled second, Lena’s jaw dropped and she humiliated herself by whining at the sight of Kara’s muscular physique.

“I never should have let you leave without telling you how I felt first. This is all my fault, but I
promise I’m going to make you better. You just have to trust me,” Kara whispered, heedless to how implicitly Lena already did. She peeled back Lena’s hospital gown to bare her, and confidently moved her thighs apart to glimpse the saturated folds of her sex.

Lena could hardly lift her head off the pillow, but she knew how she must have looked from the way Kara groaned. Of all the scenarios she ever imagined, presenting for Kara like this had never been one of them.

“Please,” Lena whimpered, no less ashamed of how instinctively her omega wanted to flaunt her cunt for Kara. She raised her pelvis half an inch to beg for contact, and moaned when her friend parted her labia with the pad of her thumb.

Kara stroked her lips apart with a sensual glide and shifted to spoon Lena on the bed so that the skin contact soothed her omega. Easing two fingers into the chasm of Lena’s cunt, Kara groaned as the heated velvet clamped around her tightly.

Lena moaned from the tips of Kara’s fingers massaging into her personal silk, and she grasped at her friend’s forearm to feel the power and intent in her muscles.

Kara was behaving like they had been mates for years, and Lena’s own scent didn’t contradict that as her cunt opened from the gentlest, slow rub.

After time spent apart and too much conflict, their sexual reunion felt both overdue and overwhelming — and Lena’s cunt clenched, stopping the unstoppably strong penetration of Kara’s fingers. She whined at the traitorous tension and didn’t protest when Kara scooped her up to re-position her on the seat with the silks.

“I feel like I can’t relax—like I need so much from you that I don’t know where to begin.” Lena bit her quivering lip and Kara wrapped her feet into each long strand of silk.

Her legs held in a wide stretch, which left no obstruction and bared her cunt for Kara. The soft dark curls at the top, her waxed labia and shy rosy clit — Kara was attentive to all of it, and the tight opening that was just damp with breeding juices.

Kara kneeled down to taste Lena’s entrance and to lick at the tender heat where her lips met around her throbbing clit. She sucked on that sensitive part, moving her tongue over it and getting acquainted with the reactions of Lena’s cunt, the pooling slick and little quivers that took place after oral caresses.


Out of nervousness, Lena shied away from pleasure and stroked her fingers through Kara’s golden hair, doling out affection to the last lick.

“Your body wants to accept me as your alpha, but I need to make you come first,” Kara uttered in distraction and wandered the room to collect a jug of the thickest seed lubricant, a recommended product for mating because of how it prepared an omega’s cunt for sex with an alpha. It made the cervix more pliant and susceptible to the intrusion of a mate’s cock, and the womb more receptive to fullness. The seed of an alpha was denser, and Lena worried about taking Kara’s seed with the bulk of her Super knot.

“I’ve felt so selfish for wanting you,” Lena whimpered. “I thought maybe with time I would be content with our friendship, but it isn’t enough. Mate or not, my body is yours, Kara. My omega has known it all along.”

Her quiet utterance faded with a soft exhale as Kara released dominant pheromones that reassured her how mutual her pining had been. She followed Kara’s fingers as they submerged in the container of lubricant, and her cunt clenched in willingness and excitement.

“I’ve known, too,” Kara vulnerably confided and painted the thick lubricant between Lena’s smooth labia with light strokes to relax her entrance. She was patient in her delivery, caressing what she could into Lena’s tight passage with a single finger and working the special lubricant into the sensitive ridges inside.

Lena placed her hands on her outer lips, keeping them apart as Kara slipped more lubricant inside and moaned at the vibrant and heated sight of her pussy opening up for penetration.

Kara’s praises were all the sweeter as she crooked her fingers to better release the tension in Lena’s cunt. “It feels good when I take care of your pussy, doesn’t it, Lena? You’re doing so well, and letting me so deep inside.”

With consistent thrusting of her fingers, Kara began to rock the seat. The gentle sway pumped Kara’s fingers in and out of Lena’s tight hole, and they both watched Kara drizzle the lubricant over her pussy. Every forward swing pushed more of it into her cunt, and Lena’s toes curled from Kara massaging her clitoris with her thumb.

“Just try to relax,” Kara instructed with a firmer hand. “You’ll feel so much better after I make you come.”

Lena submitted to the sensations and trembled as Kara inserted a third finger to open her up. The sopping noise of her stuffed cunt was erotic and Kara groaned along to it.

It had been months since Lena climaxed from rubbing herself and even longer since she played with the slim purple toy she kept in her nightstand. Three of Kara’s fingers exceeded the width of that cock, and none of the betas she dated in the past measured up. Her inexperience with alphas and recent lack of sex made it all the more miraculous that Kara was sliding into her and stretching out her cunt.

Kara reached for the largest of the thick breeding cocks and moved to lay Lena down with her legs hanging from either side of the seat and her feet still entwined with the silk ropes. Her breathing made her chest rise high and she glimpsed the glistening warmth between her thighs on every exhale.

Kara persuaded her pussy to spread for the wide tip of the breeding cock and pushed it through her ceding little tunnel until it would go no further. The curve of the shaft was rubbing against her most supple inner places and Lena convulsed around it.

“Oh—oh, fuck, Kara.” Lena gasped at the onset of her orgasm, her pelvis lifting and falling from the full body ecstasy of it all.

“Good girl, pretend you’re coming on my cock,” Kara praised, bolder and more vocal than ever in getting Lena off. She slotted the cock deeper, holding it in place as she slipped her other hand behind Lena’s neck and kissed her.

Lena moaned from Kara’s tongue pushing into her mouth. She scratched her nails down Kara’s arms, hungering for sex and her mate’s bite on her neck.

Between passionate nips and suggestive sucking on Lena’s lower lip, Kara didn’t disappoint. They shared breathy moans while Lena rode out her pleasure, and the moment the fluttering of her internal walls abated, Kara started all over again. The thickened cock forced her cunt into compliance and Lena strained beneath her alpha, releasing promiscuous and loving scents that encouraged Kara to go faster.

The sloppy noise of the lubricant mixing with her aroused juices signaled how badly she needed this from Kara, and she would have locked her thighs around her wrist if not for the silk restraining her ankles. She matched Kara’s thrusts by rocking her pelvis and sliding her cunt over the ridged shaft. The pleasurable tension inside of her was mounting, along with her determination to show off to Kara. Perspiration gathered along her hairline as she orgasmed again. She writhed on the cock with excited pants of enjoyment that increased tenfold as Kara looked between her thighs at her snug entrance squeezing around the toy.

“God, I’ve needed this,” Lena whimpered.

“I always suspected I’d have to train your pussy before ever giving you my knot,” Kara confided, her hot breath puffing across Lena’s cheekbone as she kissed her way towards Lena’s pale throat. It sounded like a compliment the way Kara uttered it, and Lena’s cunt tightened in excitement at the knowledge of Kara picturing their first time together.

Her pussy still clung to the shaft of the breeding cock during its slow and careful removal. Kara untied her feet from the silks and helped Lena to get down. Weak in the knees and warm from the exertion, Lena stumbled and Kara gathered her up.

“It’s been a long time since I came, and it’s never been this good,” Lena intoned as they stepped over to another piece of furniture, this one cushioned and sloped.

“I’m going to rectify that immediately,” Kara bragged with a smile curving up her lips and plenty of care in setting Lena down on the chair that was her conducive for their first time together.

The mating chair was better than a mattress, since it would position Lena with her hips up high. She nibbled her bottom lip as she sat facing forward instead of leaning over the piece of furniture. Her hormones affected her whole body and her nipples hardened to noticeable points just from glancing at the enormous cock between Kara’s thighs.

Since letting Kara touch her, Lena had been in no condition to appreciate it, or to even make sense of the developments in their relationship.

Months of missing Kara and years of secret yearning had left her with feelings stacked like dominoes inside of her—the line so long that it took her a moment to realize the pieces were falling and giving way. Her worry of rejection toppled off to the side, colliding with the grief she experienced from almost losing Kara.

“I came to Ireland to get a better sense of who I am. I’m not sure I even know anymore, but I know one thing: I never want to be apart from you.” Lena smoothed her lips together and touched the hefty glans and the length of Kara’s erection for the first time.

Kara shivered from her exploratory handling of the shaft, but placed a hand under Lena’s chin to hold her attention. “I don’t want to be alone, either. I thought it was better to give you space, but we can go on this journey of discovery together.”

Their magnetism brought them together in more natural ways than before, with Kara reaching for her breasts and Lena stroking at Kara’s huge tip. Her nipples begged for Kara’s fingers to tweak and play with them, and soon she was tugging at Kara’s cock and moaning.

The sensual glide of her palm was pulling Kara closer and the alpha reciprocated with kisses over her chest.

Lena groaned from the hot pucker of Kara’s lips as they latched onto her nipples, and she arched up with hitching breaths to press her tits into Kara’s face. “God, when you do that, I swear I can feel it—”

“Here?” Kara asked her fingertips tracing between the sensitive slit of Lena’s pussy to tease her clit with the lightest caress. She matched every swirl of her tongue with firm loops of her finger. “I can’t wait to learn every little thing that makes you wet, Lena. I’ve longed for this chance and I won’t waste a second of it.”

Kara backed up her promise by squeezing Lena’s breast with the exact amount of pressure to make her writhe with arousal. In exchange, Lena tightened her grip on Kara’s cock in response and grinned at the guttural sound of her mate enjoying her touch.

“Oh, you like it when I’m rough,” Lena teased, completely in awe of how glazed Kara’s eyes became when she jerked her harder.

Kara licked the throb from her nipples and the warmth of each puckered kiss channeled pleasure straight to Lena’s cunt.

Having Kara’s hands all over her breasts was stoking a sexual sensation inside of her that ran deeper than desire. Her body was like a vast wilderness, tropic with heat, and not at all like the pale, cool body she possessed before her best friend’s touch. She pinched at her own nipples as Kara popped her mouth off of them and kissed her on the lips. They needed to mate, and Lena’s omega instincts took over as she directed Kara’s cock to the place where she longed to keep it. Wet spasms welcomed the tip of Kara’s cock, but it just poked inside her entrance before her cunt was unable to take more.

“Lena, your pussy is so tight, I’m not sure I can get in,” Kara gasped and took shallow thrusts that never followed through or sank into her opening.

Grinding on each other was as far as they could go and Lena was hot from the exertion of spreading herself on the large glans of Kara’s cock. Her lungs burned from all of her panting and loud moaning, and she broke into a sweat from sliding her cunt over it so many times to no avail. Kara braced her backside and held her close during their repeated attempts.

“Can’t,” Lena whined as her cunt began to burn from the stretch. “I can’t take it yet.”

Her voice threatened to break with devastation and Kara settled her down to retrieve a high-
powered wand that she rubbed over Lena’s pussy.

The strong vibrations echoed pleasurably through her limbs and Lena quaked like a fault line on the brink of ruining herself. The slick heat of her cunt gave way to contractions, and she debased herself with a begging scent to receive Kara's seed. The pulsating grasp of her tender entrance must have felt divine, because Kara no sooner experienced it than she went rigid with bliss.

Warm seed spurted from Kara's tip, bathing her intimate walls with so much creamy lubrication that Kara slipped in another inch unhindered.

"Push it in," Lena gasped, the quiver of her cunt pleading for deeper strokes as it submitted wetly to the breach. She didn’t think of the ache it would cause to force it beyond her threshold, and undulated to accept Kara’s girth with a groan. “Rut me, Kara. It’s why you came here.”

The sultry demand couldn’t have been further from the truth, though Kara played into it without hesitation and released boastful, possessive pheromones as she took control of Lena’s cunt. She guided Lena’s own hand to the wand, then grasped Lena’s hips with a commanding thrust that ploughed into her cunt and stretched out Lena’s secret velvet.

Her cunt yielded to the advances of Kara’s cock from the slow sliding penetration to the deeper parting of her walls. She clung onto Kara’s hip, digging her nails unsuccessfully into impenetrable skin as she rocked harder into the wand. The eroticism of Kara’s breathy groans tickling her ear while she took her cunt was mesmerizing, and Lena was overcome by all of her yearnings for her best friend.

Kara nosed at her jawline, kissing along the curve and down towards the freckle at the center of her neck. “I came because I’m in love with you.”

Lena bared her throat with a submissive whine and hoped with all her heart that Kara would finally claim her. She wanted Kara’s love written all over her pale skin in the impressions of the alpha’s teeth, and she begged with her ragged breaths to feel the sting of it. “Kara—”

“How do you feel?” Kara whispered once her submersion inside of Lena was complete and she glanced down at their passionate coupling.

Kara’s cock was entirely sheathed in the soft ripple of her cunt and Lena couldn’t help how her omega rejoiced by sporadically clenching.

“Like I’m ready for the world to know I belong to you,” Lena whispered, no longer feverish from sickness, though she burned entirely with a longing so great her pheromones presumptively reflected that she had a mate. She gazed up at Kara, silent and desperate and ready to take the biggest leap of her life, and trembled under the desire that darkened her eyes.

They were suspended in a single second, both of them lost in awe at the love they found in each other until Kara’s excited growl broke through. Suddenly they were sweeping across the room in a frantic dance, with Lena’s legs wrapping around Kara’s waist as the wand clattered to the floor. Kara demonstrated her super speed by groping Lena’s ass and tits simultaneously, and Lena moaned her approval straight into Kara’s mouth before she sucked on her tongue suggestively and felt thick seed spray against her cervix.

Their hands roamed carelessly in pursuit of feeling every inch of one another and Lena gasped when her back pressed into a cool wall. “I wish I’d told you sooner. All these years we could have been doing this if only I’d been brave enough to say I love you.”

“I should have bent you over your desk the minute I knew I wanted to spend my life with you,” Kara grunted with a forceful buck to drive herself deeper.


Lena slung her arms around Kara’s muscled shoulders to begin a rough bounce up and down her cock.

“I belong on my hands and knees in front of you,” Lena uttered with her lips close to Kara’s and her cunt sheathing around the enlarged girth inside her.

She rode the long shaft and rested her full weight on it during her downward strokes. The head of Kara’s cock prodded her deepest parts, leaving behind blasts of seed that raced down her legs as they re-arranged their positions.

Lena dropped right to the floor to present her cunt and Kara rumbled permission to spread herself. She reached down with both hands, framing her fucked entrance and whining for Kara to pound into her.

They rutted with moans of mutual satisfaction, rattling all of the furniture in the room that they had yet to touch. Even with her knees planted and her palms flat against the carpet, Kara’s thrusts still knocked Lena down. She trembled from the approach of an orgasm, her lips working around a moan that left her throat raw as pleasure overwhelmed her.

“I’m coming on your cock,” Lena gasped, soft as ever and bowed her back into a position for Kara’s large head to slide into the clinching entrance to her cervix.

All of Kara’s diligent preparation led them to this, and Lena braced herself with a silent cry of ecstasy and pressed her head to her hands. Kara’s throbbing glans persisted until it broke through her resistance and entered the sacred space of her womb, and Lena trembled from the exquisite fullness only an alpha could provide. “God, you’re so fucking deep.”

“This is what your omega wanted, Lena, a strong alpha to breed you,” Kara asserted, pumping her hips to fuck into Lena’s cervix.


The controlled stimulation encouraged Lena’s omega to release sultry scents and Kara mounted her with a hand between her shoulders to keep her in the sloped bend.

Either Lena’s fever hadn’t abated or the sublime internal friction was pushing her into a premature heat. She rubbed her nipples into the carpet to keep them pebbled and aching and undulated to worship Kara’s immense cock the only way she was able.

Before she scraped herself on the coarse fibers beneath her knees, Kara made use of the mating chair and bent her over it. With her hips elevated and Kara sliding downward into her pussy, Lena whimpered incoherent pleas for a knot. She needed it to seal in all of Kara’s seed and appease her pitiful omega.

“I suppose I learned who I am during this trip after all: yours to breed.” The love between them was unmistakable, but Lena knew that even if Kara just wanted to breed her cunt that night without staking a claim, she would have been more than willing. She would have birthed pups for Kara without any commitments, and her open-legged whimpers said as much.

“Is that really why you left when I returned?” Kara asked in a broken whisper, channeling her hurt into powerful lunges that worked her quads and battered Lena’s backside. She combed her fingers through Lena’s hair to snare it in a fist and tugged her head back as she filled her cunt.

The stinging strike of Kara’s thighs reddened more than her ass and Lena endured the onslaught of pleasure with keening whines.


“I just wanted to be something more than a Luthor,” Lena confided, soothing Kara with her truth as the alpha soothed her cunt with another jet of creamy seed. She didn’t expect the alpha to suddenly pin her down with the weight of her body, or the hand that caught her chin to keep her neck exposed.

“How about a Danvers?” Kara inquired, giving Lena a moment to catch up to what was happening before she pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.

Kara tongued at her pulse, sucking the skin into her mouth before finally latching on with her teeth to stake her claim.

Hormones webbed through Lena’s veins from the bite and she gasped out an impassioned, “Yes, mark me.”

Her omega already believed she was Kara’s mate, and the mark on her neck subdued the maladies of her heart. Tiny prickling tingles traveled from her arms to her legs and back again. She let out a soft noise of excitement as Kara grasped her waist and slammed into her with the singular and unspoken goal of knotting.

Kara’s pheromones differed now, and breathing them in was like looking at a picture in black-and-white just to find it in color — all of the shades as mesmerizing as splatter on canvas. Her cunt was clasping tighter at Kara’s cock, wet and irresistible, and she shook from tension at her own oncoming orgasm. It rocked through her at the slow ballooning of Kara’s knot, which spread her in due time and opened her entrance during her most delectable spasms.

She held herself up for as long as possible, and wilted against the mating chair with sweat trickling down her face as Kara’s knot fully inserted.

Hours later, as she strolled hand-in-hand with Kara, she could still feel the new spaces inside of her that belonged to her mate. She took smaller steps on the cobblestone path and leaned into Kara’s shoulder with an uncharacteristic blush.

“I’m going to take you to a very special place,” Lena whispered, her face much too serious for the way she swung open the door to a pub. “This used to be a glen where druids gathered, but now it’s the best restaurant in this small town and they do Twofer Tuesdays.”

“Well, that sounds pretty magic to me,” Kara laughed, her eager eyes darting to the bar where a large menu hung. She ushered Lena over to a quiet little table near the back with a quaint window view and pulled out a seat for her.

The hand crafted wooden table looked old and beautiful, and Lena appreciated the way Kara lightly touched the polished surface as if she could sense its rich history.

Lena ordered them a pint of Guinness each and grinned at Kara’s enthusiasm as she gulped at the dark brew.

“So, what else did you discover on this trip? Tell me everything,” Kara demanded, casually licking at her top lip to catch the creamy foam that stuck there like a moustache.

“There’s not a whole lot left to tell. I didn’t exactly get to explore when I was hospitalized and I filled you in on everything else with our nightly video chats.” The slightest flicker of sadness tugged the corners of her lips down. She tried to lighten the mood by reaching over to wipe the foam from Kara’s lip and softened when her mate took her hand instead.

“Oh, well, then now is a great time to mention that I told Alex and Brainy I’d be gone at least a week, so that gives us plenty of time to investigate your mom.” Kara kissed at each of her knuckles and then scooted her chair closer to share a menu. “What do you recommend I try first? Because I could literally eat everything after the night we just had.”

Lena pursed her lips like she had been tasked with solving an impossible equation and then launched into listing off what she imagined Kara would enjoy the most. “Okay, you’ll want the Shepard’s pie first. They use local lamb and the gravy is rich and delicious paired with such fluffy mashed potatoes. Then you should have the bread pudding. It doesn’t sound fancy, but I guarantee you’ll be flying back here every other day to get some. The seafood chowder is the freshest you’ll get anywhere and you absolutely need to have it with a slice of soda bread.”

She would have carried on if not for her need of breath, and she blushed when she caught Kara staring.

“What?” Lena murmured self-consciously, tucking her hair behind her ear to coyly show off the fresh claim on her throat.

“I just love seeing the way your face lights up when you’re excited about something,” Kara sighed.

Lena smiled at the sentiment in Kara’s eyes and threaded their fingers together as she slipped into easy innuendo. “Since I’m being very open with you tonight, I have to admit something: I was never such a foodie until I moved to National City and saw how excited a meal could make you.”

Kara dramatically put a hand to her chest and leaned towards the table. “What other secrets have you been keeping from me?”

Lena chuckled at their playful banter and touched the edge of the fresh claim bite on her neck. “I wanted you to kiss me the minute we saw each other again. There was this moment where you sort of leaned in, and I thought it was going to happen, but then I just convinced myself it was all in my head.”

“It wasn’t,” Kara admitted, her lips twisting in an embarrassed smile before she angled herself closer to confess, “I promised myself the second I saw you I would make a move, I didn’t want to waste any more time, and I was about to kiss you when I realized everyone was staring at us and I didn’t want to share that moment with anyone but you. I planned to fly to you that night, but then you called—”

“To say I was leaving,” Lena supplied with a somber smile of understanding. “And you, being the alpha that you are, didn’t want to tell me in case it ruined my trip.”

“No wonder it took us this long to say anything. We’re terrible at this,” Kara laughed, creating soft crinkles of mirth that Lena memorized.

“I think we’ve come a long way in only a matter of hours,” Lena remarked and raised a dark brow suggestively to imply she would like to come a lot more. This time when Kara leaned in, she didn’t give a damn who might be watching, and Lena melted into their first public kiss that paved the way for hundreds yet to come.

Their lips locked and Lena smoothed her hands down Kara’s abs as they both ignored everyone in the pub and finally pursued what they always wanted with each other.

After a long meal, Lena gave Kara a tour of the place that was temporarily their home, and she made several other confessions of the fantasies she entertained before coming down with mate sickness. They strolled through the fields of the Irish farm, and Kara brought along a thick checkered blanket with her for the romantic walk. In spite of the damp cool air that came in off the moors, Kara found the perfect spot to slip off Lena’s dress and kept her warm by bringing some of those fantasies to life right there in field.

They spent the rest of the night learning the secrets of each other’s bodies, and in the morning, Lena knew Kara would help her uncover the secrets of her past. No matter what they found out, Lena was content that her trip had served to bring her the family she had always wanted, and when her next heat arrived, she was sure they would be starting their own.