The Best of Both Worlds

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

Description: When the board of directors threatens to remove Lena as the CEO of L-Corp because she's a single and childless omega, she pushes back with a lie: she's not single. She's in a relationship with Supergirl.

Tags: Set in season 3 right after Supercorp tension, Lena self-induces heat, lots of come, come galore, fucking with the goal of getting Lena pregnant, Lena sleeps with Supergirl but has feelings for Kara. Decided that this should take place after Lena has already been CEO for a little bit, so that she already has established connections with Supergirl and Kara.

Word count: 9,596

The board of L-Corp was notoriously backward when it came to voting on company policy. Lena remembered how the directors had approved private jets and extravagant corporate lunches for the senior ranking officers, while at the same time refusing to instate a daycare program for the children of hardworking omegas. That had happened when Lena’s father was the President of the company, but after the passing of another decade, the board of directors continued to pride themselves on their conservative and chauvinistic views.

Not a single board member had approved of Lena taking over for her brother Lex in the role of CEO, and after three years, they still referred to her as the interim head of the company.

She had learned not to let it bother her and chose to believe that she could change their attitudes with the incredible tech she invented. Every time she held a shareholder summit, Lena managed to impress her audience with some new gadget, and that made it seem like she had earned all of the respect she deserved.


It wasn’t until one day after hosting a webinar to announce L-Corp’s latest line of robotic arms that Lena realized how utterly naïve she had been.

She returned to her office to find a forty-page document resting on her desk, which detailed all of the reasons she was unfit to be CEO. After scanning the large print, Lena poured herself a finger of Scotch.


Her choices were limited: step down and allow the board to appoint a different CEO, or otherwise fulfill certain requirements.

Lena read the paperwork twice, because she met most of the criteria listed, and it was difficult to pinpoint exactly why the board was discounting her. She only figured out what she was lacking when she decided to phone up Anthony White, one of the more trustworthy directors.


“Plain and simple: this was a family company years ago,” White drawled, and Lena could envision all of the spittle he must have been leaving on his phone. “The board wants a distinguished alpha to step in — a family person. As a single omega in her twenties, you’d have to pair yourself up with a very powerful alpha and then produce an heir before they’d even consider you.”

Lena had no idea what inspired her to blurt out Supergirl, but it was right there on the tip of her tongue as the solution to her problems.


“Supergirl—Supergirl and I have been waiting for the right time to share our relationship with the world,” Lena breathed out airlessly, and wondered if she was hyperventilating as she stood up from her desk to pace in front of her balcony window.

“You have?” Anthony asked in shock, but then he laughed like Lena’s lie made perfect sense to him. “Come to think of it, Supergirl does spend a lot of time in your office. I should have guessed that she was stopping by for more than just tip-offs and idle chit-chat.”

Lena didn’t know whether she should be insulted or relieved that Anthony was stupid enough to believe her nonsense.


“Supergirl might just be the answer to your prayers,” Anthony confided with clear excitement in his voice, and Lena could already hear him thumping at his keyboard, as if composing an immediate letter to the other board members. “Everyone loves her. That publicity alone would do wonders for our stock value.”

Lena sighed and pressed her hand against her forehead to discover that she was sweating. “Well—that’s—that’s great,” she stuttered and stared up at the sun where it was glinting off a building, so bright it could have burned her retinas. She closed her eyes and listened to Anthony’s voice, so grating and nasally as he ruined her afternoon with just a few final words.

“Listen, Lena, I need to go and take care of some things, but I think you should have nothing to worry about if you announce your engagement to Supergirl soon.”

“My engagement?” Lena squawked, but then Anthony was gone, and she was left in silence to think about the impulsive and insane story she had just told.

As of late, she and Supergirl had a strained relationship, so she couldn’t seriously entertain the prospect of sleeping with the alpha and getting pregnant with an alien-human heir. She started to choke on the deep breaths she was taking and pressed both hands to her head in an attempt to squash the panicked thoughts from her brain.

For about an hour, she slipped into a fugue state and slumped in her office chair. She developed a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth, which was the only sign that she was still functioning through her crisis.

Lena would just have to call up Anthony and correct him about the nature of her relationship with Supergirl — but if she did that, then she would have to forfeit all of her hard work at L-Corp, including some recent patents for technology that she worried would fall into the wrong hands.

Another option was to seduce Supergirl and deal with the consequences later when she was pregnant. There were plenty of times when Supergirl’s eyes wandered, and their interactions often bubbled with tension — though despite the strong possibility that Supergirl would be into having casual sex with her, Lena had no desire to deceive anyone. She wondered if Supergirl would be cooperative if she went to her and requested such a big favor. After their latest argument, the Super had been angry, and yet eager to patch things up with her.

If she had sex with Supergirl, Lena assumed it would be incredible, but the truth was that she was in love with someone else, and Supergirl was nothing like her.

Her best friend Kara was both attractive and trustworthy, which was a rare combination for Lena to ever encounter, like a one-time celestial event in eons. She had tried to drop subtle hints that she was interested in Kara as more than a friend, and although nothing came of it, she had always assumed there would be future chances.

The sudden thought of Kara had Lena reaching for her phone. Just as Lena went to press the call button, she realized her mistake and dropped it so fast the screen shattered.

“No, fuck,” Lena spat in startled dismay. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She grabbed the device and watched it flicker and fragment when she ran her thumb across the cracks. “Well, if this isn’t a metaphor for my entire life,” she bitterly huffed out and fought the sting of tears in her eyes.

She couldn’t call Kara, because then she would have to tell her that she had done something stupid.

How was she meant to look Kara in the eye and tell her she needed to proposition Supergirl into sleeping with her as soon as possible? Kara would think she only called to set up a meeting with the Super.

Lena wasn’t aware of the distressed pheromones she was unleashing in waves until the familiar swish of a cape and boots landing on her balcony drew her from her panic.

“Miss Luthor, is everything okay?” Supergirl asked, entering like always without waiting for an invitation. The alpha strode towards her with harsh lines of worry etched across her forehead, and she squinted when she saw the broken phone. “Has someone been bothering you?”

Lena didn’t mean to laugh. The breathy exhalation was her body's way of staving off a breakdown and she crossed her arms to appear poised and put together. “Only the board of L-Corp, and their desire to rip this company out of my skilled and capable hands.”

The lilt of her sultry voice was almost flirtatious, even amidst her on going anxiety attack, and she sucked in a steadying breath before pushing a hand to her forehead. “For all I loathe liars, it seems I’m no better myself.”

“Talk to me,” Supergirl stated, so calm and assertive as she stepped closer. “Whatever’s going on, I can help you,” she vowed sincerely, her cobalt gaze piercing straight into Lena’s soul.

A fresh wave of guilt washed over Lena and she shook her head, “I’m not so sure of that. You see, the board plans to force me out of the company, unless I start a family with a powerful alpha, and I— in a blind fit of a panic —said that I was already seeing a powerful alpha. You. Now the board expects us to announce our engagement…”

Lena trailed off as she glanced at Supergirl’s pinched expression. The heavy way the alpha exhaled was surely a sign of anger and Lena relented before she even began to find an amicable solution. “I know what I’ve done is unforgivable, and of course I’ll explain that I’m not engaged to you, which means my position here will be terminated by the end of day, I’m sure.”

Lena hopelessly looked around her office and tried to contain the sob that rose up her throat. “All I ever wanted was to do good in the world—”

“You will,” Supergirl determined with a voice of steel, her tense jaw twitching as she cleared her throat and settled her hands on her hips in that ridiculously affective hero pose. “National City needs you at the helm of L-Corp. I need you here. You’re as much a beacon of hope to these people as I am, and there’s nobody else as goodas you to lead L-Corp.”

Lena’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears and her lips parted as she took a few deep breaths. It meant a lot to hear that from Supergirl, who often seemed to doubt her intentions, and her voice trembled with emotion as she whispered, “Thank you, but without a mate by my side, the board sees me as a poor fit for the position, and I know from years of experience that it’s impossible to change their stubborn and sexist minds.”

She shuffled over to her desk and began the simple task of gathering up her tablet and other personal devices. Supergirl didn’t deserve to be guilted into helping her with her current predicament, and Lena did all she could to settle her pheromones back to normal.

Tension still wafted from Supergirl, and then she put out a hand that she waved around while interrupting Lena’s sad attempt to pack. “Look, Lena, I know we don’t always see eye to eye on every issue, but we’ve made an excellent team in the past. The board believes what you told them, so why should we contradict that?”

Lena intuited that there was at least a few reasons on Supergirl’s mind as to why they should be honest rather than lying to everyone. She could tell from Supergirl’s eyes and the small quiver in her bottom lip that the alpha had private reservations, but before Lena could ask what those were, she found herself placing her tablet back on top of her desk.

“There are safety risks to pretending to be in a relationship with me,” Supergirl reasoned with a much more sedate energy and her head down. “But I think the benefits outweigh the risks in this case.”

Lena believed they could handle the logistics of faking a relationship, though there was one very important detail that couldn’t be faked.

“The board wants me to produce an heir,” Lena intoned without blinking and hoped that her stern demeanor would stop Supergirl from making too hasty a decision. “It would be fine if pleasing the board was as simple as telling an ongoing lie, but it also involves deeds that will have consequences for both of us and for someone else.”

If Lena wasn’t mistaken, Supergirl’s mood lightened at the discussion of sex when she expected the exact opposite.

She was surprised by the way the alpha didn’t falter, and raised a dark eyebrow when it seemed like Supergirl was about to posture. Instead she watched Supergirl carefully drag a finger across her desk and walk off as she spoke. “On Krypton we used something called a Matrix to reproduce. Our biology is a very delicate thing and infertility was a problem.”

“So you’re unable to have children?” Lena asked candidly, her jaw snapping shut when she realized how much that upset her on Supergirl’s behalf. The alpha was truly the last of her kind.

“Oh, no, what I’m saying is that it would take time for us,” Supergirl murmured, her cheeks beginning to glow as bright as her cape. She avoided Lena’s eyes while she carried on, articulating her words with great care, as if she expected them to spook Lena. “You’re not Kryptonian, so interspecies breeding should prove more effective. It helped in my cousin’s case.”

Lena doubted the alpha would have lingered to chat about the particulars if this wasn’t a commitment that Supergirl was wholly willing to make. It might have all been an act of heroism, but Lena inhaled receptive pheromones that told another story and confirmed what she suspected over the years – that there was a strong sexual interest on Supergirl’s part, in spite of their tendency to argue.

“So we’ll take our time,” Lena replied and stepped around her desk to see the alpha out to the balcony. “I can induce my own heat to give us a bit of a jumpstart and then we’ll go from there. Do you have some free time any night this week?”

“Emergencies and natural disasters notwithstanding, hopefully Thursday and Saturday,” Supergirl muttered while Lena not so subtly shooed her out of the office. She turned to eye Lena with a critical squint and hesitated with a hand on the balcony railing. “I’m willing to help, Lena, but I would appreciate a heads up when you decide to make this relationship public. I need to be prepared for it as much as you do.”

She didn’t wait to get a response, and left Lena with nothing but her thoughts and conflicted feelings while she soared through the air and out of sight.

Lena had a full afternoon ahead of her, what with all of the meetings she had scheduled. She considered canceling them for the sake of her sanity, and in the end she attended just one before leaving for the day.

Around noon, she purchased a new phone and then headed over to CatCo Media to catch Kara. She bit down on her lip as she watched her best friend rush across the office with a draft of an article in her hand.

“Hey Kara,” Lena burst out with a wide grin, and then waited for Kara’s arms to be offered up before she hurried into them. She needed the hug and the moral support after the morning she had, and she held on to Kara for as long as it was socially acceptable.

“Lena, I’m so happy to see you,” Kara gushed and rubbed at her back for a moment before leading her away from the chaos of the main floor. “What brings you to CatCo?”

“Well, I was hoping to take you to lunch and ask for a favor,” Lena admitted up front and glanced down at the document in Kara’s hand in disappointment. “Unfortunately it seems like I picked a bad time to show up unannounced.”

“No!—ahm, no, that’s okay,” Kara insisted and curled the article so she could stick it into her back pocket. “I’m free. I’m all yours. Noonan’s?”

Fifteen minutes later, Lena was sitting across from Kara at their favorite table and gulping down ice water as she pondered what to say.

Every time she glanced at Kara she forced herself to smile until it became a nervous tick that she couldn’t control. She was used to being a little flustered around her friend, but this was so far out of the norm that even Kara was looking perplexed.

“Lena, is everything okay?” Kara asked when it became clear that Lena was at a loss for how to even broach the topic she wanted to discuss. “You said you wanted to ask me a favor?”

“Yes,” Lena uttered, a croak of a word that she wished she could take back if only for an extra minute to panic some more. “I just haven’t quite worked out how to do that yet.”

“Oh, well, lay it on me. I mean what are best friends for, right?” Kara laughed, her fingers catching the side of her glasses to push them into place as she smiled at Lena.

Lena had no reason to smile so softly back, but the light that surrounded Kara was infectious. She wanted to bask in it for as long as she could before she inevitably ruined their friendship and any potential relationship she secretly longed to have. As she avoided Kara’s eyes, her fingers tapped out a melody of anxiety against the table, and then she steadied herself with a much needed deep breath.

“You know how important L-Corp is to me. My vision to better the world one invention at a time…” Lena trailed off, irritated by her own speech and how it sounded more like she was at a press conference than making a confession. “And I’m ashamed of myself.”

Lena picked up her wine and drained it in one go before exhaling in a rush, “The board was making a move to force me out of my position as CEO, and instead of taking some time to form a plan, I lied my face off. I told them I’m in a relationship with Supergirl, and now National City’s hero has taken it upon herself to stand by me in this lie, even though the board expects me to produce an heir. In the span of a few hours, I’ve created a clusterfuck of magnificent proportions. And now, here I am, hoping that I’m not overstepping boundaries, because I can’t do any of this alone, Kara.”

For a peculiar and offsetting moment, Kara sat there with a dullness in her eyes and then she nodded more than once to compensate for that brief awkwardness. “You know I’ll be here for you, Lena, every — every step of the way.” She deflated in her chair, with one shoulder sinking lower than the other before she straightened back up.

Lena threw her hand across the table to rest over Kara’s and her heart leapt from joy and relief at hearing that she had her best friend’s support. “I was truly hoping you would say that, because in so many ways, I feel out of my depth. Supergirl and I have such a history of problems and trust issues. I can’t believe we’re actually going to procreate together.”

Kara winced in sympathy for Lena’s plight, and squeezed her hand just a tad harder than Lena had experienced before. She breathed in her friend’s pity and emitted her own gracious scents.

“You might be able to find some common ground now,” Kara reasoned with a small jut of her chin and eyes that gleamed with hope and encouragement. “You could work on those trust issues and maybe even begin to overcome them.”

Lena scoffed at the recommendation and came as close as she ever had to expressing her feelings for Kara. “You’re the only person or alien I trust.”

Kara looked perplexed by that, and she settled back in her seat with a furrowed brow before pointing out quietly, “You trust Sam. I know she’s in a different city, but she’s still your friend, right?”

“Yes,” Lena conceded, the tip of her tongue pressing into her lower lip as she tried to tactfully hint at her feelings. She wondered if Kara was just oblivious, or too polite to outright state she wasn’t interested in anything beyond friendship. “It’s just different with you. You were the first person to truly want to be my friend in a very long time, and sometimes I wonder how different I might have been if not for your friendship.”

“Are you kidding?” Kara laughed, her normal dorky behavior returning as she grinned and waved her hands through the air in expressive gestures. “Lena, you’re amazing, how could I not want to be your friend?”

Whatever tension surfaced between them over the talk of Supergirl melted away and Lena found herself blushing. “Oh please, the second I met you I knew you were incredible. You interviewed me better than Clark Kent did. Not many reporters can say that.”

The easy way they slipped straight into casual talk while reminiscing was exactly what Lena needed. She would have tried to keep it going if Kara hadn’t needed to get back to CatCo.

“Well, as a friend and not a reporter, I feel like I should ask if you’re really okay with this?” Kara murmured, too pure of heart to let such an important subject go. “Do you have a plan yet?”

“You mean beyond drinking myself into a stupor tonight?” Lena half laughed and then lowered her chin. She sucked on her teeth and eyed the salad on her plate distastefully, as if it was the arugula’s fault that she felt sick and not the worry that twisted her stomach. “No. I suspect the board will be pushing for some public announcement of my non-existent relationship soon. Supergirl and I will have to work the rest out.”

The rest was something Lena couldn’t bring herself to say in front of Kara, though she did manage to quip, “I guess I’ll be living every omega’s dream by Thursday, so at least there’s that.”


Except she didn’t quite make it to Thursday.

By Wednesday, there was a memo on her desk that pointed her attention to a press release authorized by one of the board members. Lena perused it while pouring some whiskey into her morning coffee and then turned on the television to hear what the news had to report.

The board had accomplished two goals with their release, which they had failed to inform Lena about prior to its wider distribution. They promoted a new line of tech devices aimed at their alien clientele, and they shared that Lena had designed it with her partner Supergirl in mind.

About ten minutes after the news networks began covering the story, Lena received an angry phone call from Alex asking for an explanation.

“Supergirl didn’t tell you or the DEO about any of this?” Lena asked in frustration, and swallowed another big gulp of coffee to prevent herself from speaking aloud any profanities. “She agreed to help me because my ability to remain on here as CEO currently depends on my relationship status. The board wanted me to find a partner, and who better in the City’s eyes than the Girl of Steel?”

“Oh, come on, omegas can handle big CEO positions and they don’t need to be attached to an alpha to do it,” Alex argued needlessly, then sighed in frustration before speaking to Supergirl in the background. “You and I need to talk. I’m just hanging up with Lena.”

Lena was relieved that the Supergirl had arrived to diffuse the problems with Alex and the DEO, but she also realized quite suddenly that she had promised to give the Super plenty of advanced notice before L-Corp made any public announcements.

As Alex hung up and then her phones began a constant ringing, Lena had a grave feeling that she had spoiled her arrangement with Supergirl before it even started.

She normally would have spent the afternoon hiding out at work after such a huge story broke, but every employee who had direct access to her now found sudden excuses to pop into her office.

By noon, Lena packed up all of her work and requested that her private driver take her home early.

“So much for being CEO,” Lena muttered as she slipped off her heels and stared at her quiet apartment. “Either way, now I can’t go to my office.”

She would need to enforce some semblance of damage control, and that led her to text Kara to ask if there was any chance she could take the lead with an interview, so she could get her fabricated side out there and put a better spin on it.

Lena stared at her phone for twenty minutes willing Kara to respond, and when her friend left it on read, a heavy dread settled in the pit of her stomach.

Kara deserved to know when the story would break just as much as Supergirl. Failure wasn’t an option in the Luthor household, and yet Lena experienced a stab of it as she masochistically turned on the TV to watch reporters and news bulletins cover her debacle.

The majority of networks were heralding them as a spectacular team, and then there were others calling out Supergirl on a bias that she protected Lena more than others in the city simply because they were together. The media storm was going to drum up hell for them both, and Lena would have poured another drink if Supergirl hadn’t landed on her balcony.

The stench of anger could have knocked her onto her knees when the alpha stalked into her apartment, and before she could even utter an apology, the Super spat out incredulously, “You don’t need a cape to see stars?”

“Admittedly not the best tag line,” Lena uttered in lieu of an explanation. She cringed when Supergirl swept her cape around in aggravation, the slap of the material loud and sharp in the otherwise quiet room.

“What happened to telling me before you went public?” Supergirl asked in exasperation, her arms thrown into the air as she paced around the room to rant, red faced and agitated as she eyed Lena in disbelief. “And now, after being ambushed—”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!” Lena snapped instinctively, her own emotions heightening to match the Super’s rage.

“—apparently I’m endorsing this?” The alpha pointed wildly at the TV where a commercial advertising L-Corp’s latest bit of special tech, Supernova, was playing. “I—I’m a hero, and I’m not okay with being used as a marketing scheme to boost your sales!”

“Of course it offends you to have your face plastered on mytech,” Lena spat, not the least bit intimidated as she stalked over to glare up at Supergirl with her arms crossed. “Why does it not surprise me that your desire to help is limited to the bedroom? You’re happy to volunteer your Superhuman DNA, but a photo-op would be too much for you.”

It didn’t matter that Lena had been just as blindsided by how the board made the press release, or that she would never have used Supergirl’s face to promote her products on her own. She was just engaging in argument based on principle, because she felt certain that Supergirl took issue with the press release due to how it featured their logos together. The image publicly tied a Luthor to a Super, and it seemed that was the hero’s objection to it.

“I expected to be by your side at a press release, not featured as your company’s mascot!” Supergirl grit out, her nostrils flaring in anger and to subtly take in Lena’s scent. “I said I would help you so you could stay on as L-Corp's CEO. I never said I’d sell your products.”

“Fair enough.” Lena placed a hand on her hip and slowed her breaths as the atmosphere between them became heavy, and not just from their combined rage. “I’ll notify the board that you want to sign off on any endorsements, formal statements and releases in the future.”

She held her confrontational stance for a second longer, then slinked away to settle on the couch.

It would have made sense for Supergirl to fly off, and it confused Lena when the hero strolled through the apartment like she intended to stay.

“I thought you weren’t free until tomorrow,” Lena softly commented, and followed the Super with her hooded eyes. Being so emotional and furious had done curious things to her libido. She pinched her thighs together in case Supergirl picked up on that and the scent of her arousal.

“Thanks to you, the DEO has decided that my presence would just be a public distraction and I’ve been instructed to lay low for a while.” Supergirl’s remarks were more petulant than scornful, and the jut of her chin was less arrogant and more hurt than Lena would have liked to notice. “Unless something catastrophic happens, I’m supposed to stay out of sight.”

Lena could figure out what that meant. Supergirl was currently grounded and had nowhere else to go.

“I’ve often wondered what it is you do when you’re not flying around.” Lena mused, her eyes sweeping down Supergirl like she might just see the woman beneath the suit. “It’s hard to picture you doing mundane things like watering plants or wearing sweatpants. You probably don’t even own sweatpants.”

“Of course I do, how else am I supposed to binge watch the Bachelor?” Supergirl retorted so fast that Lena wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or mock her outright for having awful taste.

Instead Lena grabbed the remote and turned the television on to an episode to keep Supergirl occupied. She attempted to get some work done while a lot of omegas in bikinis ran around on screen, flaunting themselves in front of an alpha.

For the first ten minutes, Lena was able to respond to some emails, but as the episode continued, she couldn’t help but watch certain clips.

“Oh god, please tell me that omega isn’t actually going to get into the hot tub with that complete egomaniac.” Lena snatched the remote from Supergirl’s hand to rewind it so she could listen to the omega fawn over the bachelor.

“I don’t get what they see in him, either,” Supergirl admitted, and her attention shifted to Lena when she moved closer.

Evidently the latent scent of her arousal from their argument still clung to her, because the alpha was breathing in deeper and her eyes settled on Lena’s breasts.

For a moment neither of the said anything, and Lena tried to ignore the attraction that passed between them.

“I haven’t induced my heat yet if that’s what you’re wondering,” Lena blurted in reaction to the interested pheromones Supergirl released.

She should have moved away and tried to settle their dispute from earlier. What she did instead was subtly lean forward to better show off her tits.

Supergirl’s mouth worked around words that never quite formed, and Lena got the impression that she wanted to make a suggestion about inducing it now.

“Since you’re here, I might as well—”

“Yes,” Supergirl asserted so fast that the entire mood between them changed.

The awkwardness that Lena expected to feel became a shyness under Supergirl’s intense gaze. She could feel her pulse speed up before she even ventured to get the heat inducers from her purse.

Supergirl’s eyes tracked her into the kitchen, and something as benign as swallowing down two pills with a glass of water was suddenly a flirtation. She held the hero’s stare as she placed them on her tongue, and when she gulped them both, she swore she could smell the alpha’s pride.

“We need to make some ground rules,” Lena lilted. She was feeling hot already, though that had little to do with the heat inducers and everything to do with the hunger in Supergirl’s eyes. “Obviously what we do should remain private. I don’t want anyone talking about the details of this arrangement. That being said, I don’t want this to feel clinical, but don’t demean me, either—”

“I would never,” Supergirl intoned, rising up from the couch to stride towards Lena in the kitchen with a slow and confident swagger.

Despite her better senses, Lena’s eyes went to the alpha’s skirt, but there was no sign of outward arousal yet and some tiny part of her was offended by that.

“This isn’t a relationship. I think it best that we don’t kiss, but I do expect a certain level of communication,” Lena murmured, motioning through the air with a flick of her fingers before her hand came to rest on the side of her neck. “I’m not sure the Girl of Steel is particularly well versed in profanities, though it may help to speed things along.”

“Wait, you want me to—to talk dirty to you?” Supergirl asked with just enough amusement in her soft blue eyes that Lena floundered for a moment.

Somehow the tables had turned on her, and she was the bashful one, unable to stop the way her cheeks brightened under Supergirl’s attention.

“If you’re comfortable with that,” Lena exhaled in a rush, a pleasant sense of anticipation mingling with her nervousness as she smiled in reflex. “Obviously I would never ask you to say or do things you didn’t want, and in turn you’ll afford me the same courtesy.”

“Obviously,” Supergirl teased, playful and light while she unleashed the full potent scent of her pheromones. The force of them was staggering and Lena reasoned she might not have needed the inducers after all if simply breathing in the arousing musk got her panties so slick.

“What else, Lena?” The alpha prompted, stopping just shy of the counter that separated them to stare into her eyes.

“What am I supposed to call you when we’re in bed together?” The question had been on Lena’s mind for days, but she hadn’t intended to blurt it out so tactlessly.

Supergirl seemed to pause for a second, her fingers walking along the counter as she stepped around it to fully face Lena without any obstruction. “I think it will be hard for you to call me anything when you’re moaning into the sheets, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Lena should have predicted that answer, considering how Supergirl had always guarded her identity, but somehow she had hoped that she would be privy to that information once their clothes came off.

It irritated Lena so much that her eyebrows pinched together and she scoffed, “You really think I won’t figure out who you are once you’ve put a baby in me?”

That knocked away some of Supergirl’s cockiness, and the alpha crossed her muscular arms and stared at the floor.

“There aren’t a lot of things that scare me, but you finding out my real identity could have disastrous consequences,” Supergirl muttered and her curls bounced from the rapid way she lifted her head to glance back at Lena. “We’re already going to face enough danger as it is with everyone in this City thinking we’re partners. I don’t want to discuss it again.”

Lena felt the sting of unpleasant emotions behind her eyes and channeled it all towards her sex drive. “Then take your suit off,” she snapped and made the first move by reaching out to grab Supergirl by the front of the thin material.

That was as far as she got, because Supergirl stared at her hand and moved it aside to open all of the buttons on Lena’s blouse. She slowed after revealing Lena’s breasts and cupped each one in her hands before hurrying to slip off her bra.

Lena had an acute awareness of how Supergirl’s demeanor changed, how just glimpsing her nakedness caused the hero to take a gasping deep breath.

It made it abundantly clear that Supergirl, for all of her virtues and do-gooder intentions, had spent quite some time thinking of touching her. That underneath that suit and muscular physique, there was a lustful heartbeat that made Supergirl just as red blooded as every other alpha on the planet.

Lena was thrilled to have firsthand knowledge that out of everyone in National City, Supergirl wanted to experience her naked. Her gaze drifted back to the alpha’s red skirt, and this time she glimpsed the outline of a thick erection lifting the material. She moved to palm it, feeling the solid length that twitched and grew beneath her fingertips.

Supergirl exhaled a groan that sounded an awful lot like Lena’s name and bent low to kiss at her breasts. “Vrrahdh :zrhueiao, khap kehp zhindif :bezhgam vo nahzhgehn i :zhaol.”

Lena understood a few of the Kryptonese words and recognized it for praise. The reverence was a surprise, but she was no less turned on when the alpha took a nipple between her soft lips and lavished it with her tongue.

Lena caught the moan just as it barely began in her throat and pushed Supergirl off of her to unclasp her cape.

“You’re here to fuck me, not date me, so get on with it,” Lena uttered, her raspy tone and sweet omega scents coiling around the Super to lure her in as she clasped the alpha’s erection and stroked it.

It might have been cruel, but Lena didn’t want to foster a tenderness between them. It would complicate their already fragile alliance to make good on her lies to the board.

If anyone had the right to be sweet with her, it was Kara. Foolishly Lena was holding onto hope that by some miracle her friend might want to be with her after she became pregnant with Supergirl’s child.

In a whirl of movement, the alpha was naked and then they were in Lena’s bedroom before she could blink. She heard the sound of a zipper, saw the blur of fabric and then her skirt was gone. Lena was spread out on the mattress while Supergirl’s skilled fingers rubbed into her panties and between her pussy lips.

The heat inducers must have been kicking in, because Lena’s skin was warm all over, and she writhed against the bed when Supergirl pushed beneath her panties to slide two fingers into her soaked cunt. Her breathy whines couldn’t be stopped when the alpha curled her fingers to rub into her inner ridges.

“Take these off and present for me,” Supergirl whispered just as Lena’s hips began to rock into the wonderful friction.

“You really move fast, don’t you?” Lena asked with a sly lift of her eyebrow, and hooked her thumbs into her thong to drag it down.  The garment peeled back from her skin to expose the soft apex between her thighs. She separated her lips to flaunt herself and the pulsating inner spot that would be reserved for Supergirl’s cock.

Her heat was drenching her in slippery arousal and she painted warm streaks of it up and down across her clit. This was all a part of presenting with her legs wide open, and she slid a finger into her warm slit under Supergirl’s closer inspection. The biological imperative for sex blocked out any residual guilt or hesitations she might have otherwise had, and she gave Supergirl an excellent view inside her cunt.

Supergirl sat down beside her and silently praised her with the gentlest rub before Lena positioned herself on all fours. Lena stayed like that and let the alpha walk around her, feeling her ass and cupping her vulva.

When she heard the quietest growl from the Super, Lena submitted herself to the fuller presentation.

Not every alpha behaved the same when omegas struck this pose, and it stunned Lena to feel Supergirl standing behind her and to hear soft grunts of pleasure. Supergirl’s fist was around her erection and Lena had just enough time to spread her cunt lips before seed covered her twitching entrance.

“You marked me,” Lena uttered in amazement and bent her neck to see the excessive amount of seed that was sliding out of her and down onto the blankets.

From her vantage point, she noted how Supergirl’s thighs tensed and the eager way the alpha’s pelvis rocked forward with territorial intent to smear seed into her cunt. Scent marking like that was reserved for true mates, and while Lena would never allow Supergirl to outright claim her, she understood the necessity for other alphas to presume she belonged to the hero.

Lena’s omega responded to the warmth coating her pussy lips by producing more of her own liquid silk, and Supergirl’s breathy moan sent shivers down her spine.

“Stay just like that, exactly like that,” Supergirl murmured, her lustful tone unmistakable as her hands smoothed over Lena’s hips to grab at her sensual curves.

She wondered if Supergirl was committing this to memory, seeing her so submissive and glistening, and just waiting to be taken.

Lena wouldn’t beg to be fucked, but she came near to it with a whimper when her heat amped up. She closed her eyes at the first exquisite sensation of penetration, and when it seemed that her inner walls wanted to resist such a thick girth, Supergirl pushed forward to make sure she took all of it.

Their groans intermingled, filthy and satisfied, and Supergirl gave her a few seconds to relax and accept the fullness before she began a steady back and forth to open her up for faster thrusts.

Lena gasped and immediately exhaled it as a breathless, “Fuck.” She pressed her cheek into her forearm to brace for rougher strokes.

“You like that, Lena? When I give it to you deep?” Supergirl asked in fascination, rutting into her cunt with powerful thrusts that forced quiet grunts from Lena’s open mouth.

Lena answered with a tantalizing spasm around Supergirl, her words barely audible through a groan when the Super picked up the pace.

The alpha’s hands moved all over her body, dipping between her thighs to massage into her slippery clit, and gliding up to squeeze at her breasts. Supergirl teased at her nipples, plucking with just enough pressure to make them ache pleasantly, and Lena realized that while they might be at odds with one another in many ways, they were extraordinarily compatible when it came to fucking.

“Don’t treat me like I’m going to break. You know I’m stronger than that,” Lena uttered over her shoulder, undulating back into every slam of Supergirl’s thighs provocatively.

For all of her talk, Lena whimpered when Supergirl listened to her and pounded into her until her jaw went slack and her body moved with each thrust.

Gritting her teeth did little to end her whining and she was soon moaning out soft cries and gasps. Her cunt was taking the most severe battering of her life and she had the nerve to beg for more with her pheromones.

“Fuck me like you can’t wait to put a baby inside of me,” Lena groaned, her breath hitching and ruining her attempt at bold flirtation. “Come in my cunt.”

The salaciousness of her demands proved too tempting for the alpha and Lena mewled when she felt a heavy hand between her shoulder blades. Supergirl pinned her more effectively, pushing down as she mounted Lena by kneeling behind her on the bed to fuck her into a submissive pose.

She would have been splayed out if not for the arm under her hips. The alpha was keeping her ass up to drill into her sopping entrance and the sound of it made Lena blush. Supergirl groaned, a deeply guttural thing that was close enough to a growl that Lena’s cunt clenched around the alpha. The Super was coming inside of her and she never slowed down.

“Don’t knot,” Lena cried out at a delay, her cunt already stretched to its limit. It was counterproductive to what they were doing, but the idea of being physically stuck together with Supergirl might result in more awkwardness than she could handle.

Seed trickled out of her when Supergirl withdrew and turned her to lie on her side in bed. Lena believed they were finished until the alpha parted her legs and slipped in behind her again. Before she could ask for an explanation of what was happening, Supergirl was touching her and kissing up the back of her neck.

The delicate caress of the alpha’s lips and tongue coordinated with the gentle motions of her fingertips against Lena’s pussy.  Lena reached between her legs to grab Supergirl’s cock and push it back inside of her.

“This is just the start, Lena,” Supergirl whispered against her earlobe and nuzzled into the dark waves of her hair. “I have so much more to give you.”

The rapid deep plunge of the alpha’s cock could have shoved Lena forward, but Supergirl’s arm locked around her waist to restrain her in place, and it reminded her of the first time she had been in the hero’s arms. She had idolized her rescuer, who appeared just in time to save her from a terrible fall.

Being all tangled up in Supergirl felt like another kind of plummeting, and her inner muscles responded to her first orgasm with such strong tension that her cunt contracted in powerful and continuous pleasure.

No one could stop Supergirl in motion, but Lena’s carnal and deep clenching was a force all its own. It took Supergirl by surprise and Lena’s sinful moan coincided to bring the alpha to climax. The Super pushed in even deeper, as if to pump every drop of seed straight into Lena’s cervix, and she whined from the feeling the alpha’s cock almost breach into places where it could not enter.

She thought she was in the moment, but Supergirl’s mouth on the back of her neck brought out her vulnerability, and she humiliated herself by moaning out Kara.

Supergirl retreated from her, pulling out through resisting muscles to leave a glossy white stain on the bedspread and even more seed dripping from Lena’s cunt.

“I’m sorry,” Lena stuttered and canted her head to the side to check on Supergirl. She sat upright with a blush spreading in rosy blotches across her breasts, neck and face. “I have no idea why I said that. Maybe it’s because she’s my best friend and the thought of her gives me comfort, since I don’t even know your name.”

The embarrassing ordeal and Lena’s absurd explanation for it at least seemed to have no effect on Supergirl’s libido, because her erection was throbbing and harder than before.

Lena’s heat was addling her so much that she made a pathetic begging noise when Supergirl continued to stand. She crawled to the end of the bed and slipped her lips over the alpha’s cock, cleaning her own arousal and remnants of seed from the tip.

This had never been a part of Lena’s plan when she thought about sleeping with Supergirl, but servicing the alpha this way felt natural. She kept imagining it was Kara standing above her and Kara’s cock pushing at the back of her throat. Hungry slurping was what it took to make Supergirl moan and drop the issue.

“You’re so good at that, Lena. I had guessed you would be.” Supergirl placed a hand on Lena’s head, and she allowed it to remain as she sucked the alpha’s cock with her swollen red lips.

She reacted to the mild praise and her wanton scents prevented her from being able to play coy about it. Her mascara was just a little runny and her lipstick smeared when she glanced at herself in the mirror near the bed, but she was still sexy with Supergirl’s cock in her mouth.

Supergirl’s hand moved down to her shoulder and back, sliding over the soft curves of her submissively bent body.

“You like this, don’t you?” Supergirl questioned, not to demean her, but in a tone of sincere awe.

The sexual attraction between them was so strong that Lena did like it, even when her jaw began to ache from the stretch.

Supergirl was the most endowed alpha she had ever laid eyes on, and Lena had to wonder if she was actually witnessing the Super when fully erect. The more her tongue caressed over the sensitive aperture at the head and around the rim of Supergirl’s cock, the more rigid it became. She was choking herself with sloppy wet pulls of her lips when Supergirl put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m going to come again,” Supergirl admitted and moved Lena up on her hands only to re-position her so that she was on top of the supine alpha.

Lena thought that meant she would be taking over for a change, but even when straddling Supergirl, it seemed that was not the case.

She slid down on the stiff erection, going at her own pace until Supergirl gripped her roughly with both hands. The alpha pulled her down to take cock, and her obedient cunt opened for it.

The blunt head of Supergirl’s shaft slammed into her at a bruising speed and Lena had all to do to keep her legs wide and breathe. Every time her tight walls sheathed Supergirl’s hard length, she gasped out and her spine arched a little more.

“Feels so good, Lena, feels so good getting you pregnant,” Supergirl husked out in the middle of the wild and rough thrusting. “Going to fill you with my seed.”

Lena had no reflections about that, because one of Supergirl’s hands was on her tits and the sensation of the alpha pinching her nipples while pounding into her cunt was her omega’s weakness. Supergirl could have said something truly heinous about her superpowers and right to breed Lena as a lower species and that wouldn’t have stopped her mating drives.

In fact, Lena breathed out her own absurdities as her thighs tensed in readiness for orgasm. “Pound me, Supergirl. Show my cunt what it’s like to breed with a Kryptonian.”

That was an incitation for Supergirl to rail her so hard that she screamed and her spasming internal bliss eclipsed all else that mattered in the world.

“Yesss, fuck, fill me, please,” Lena begged and whined when Supergirl pulled her arms back to hammer into her sensitive and wonderfully sore pussy.

Her labia were slick and crimson, and far more outspread than she would have believed possible. She eyed herself in the mirror again, and marveled at her appearance and how separated her legs were, and how Supergirl’s cock was dominant between them.

Lena saw the precise moment that Supergirl’s ecstasy took hold and how the bottom of the alpha’s shaft literally throbbed to send torrents of creamy seed into her greedy cunt. Each strong internal pulsation brought a rush of arousal and Lena’s muscles worked all the harder to get every drop out of Supergirl. It was an obscene sight and Lena’s eyes were riveted on the mirror to witness the trickle of their mingled essence sliding down the alpha’s shaft as she continued to bottom out.

Every plunge pushed more come into Lena’s entrance, but she was so filled it continued to pour from her. She gushed when Supergirl finally pulled out, covering them both in a deluge of sticky pleasure. Lena traced her fingers through the pearlescent mixture and rubbed it between her pussy lips and all over her mound, only realizing what she was doing when Supergirl growled.

“You look good covered in me, Lena,” Supergirl husked, her raspy voice barely a whisper as she scraped her teeth along the nape of Lena’s neck and held her legs wide open to let her see how beautifully she was spread. “Even though this is all pretend and we’re not together, when I’m here to breed you, your pussy belongs to me.”

The possessive scents of Supergirl appealed to Lena’s heat stricken omega and she moaned. She tried to gyrate into the alpha’s still solid cock and whined desperately when Supergirl denied her the chance by lifting her off of her lap.

“If you won’t take my knot then I’ll have to make sure my seed has the chance to take hold.” Supergirl murmured, her commanding presence causing Lena to agree with a breathy, “Yes of course.”

She wasn’t prepared to find herself lifted into the air six feet above her bed, or her body naturally under the force of gravity. Her fingers uselessly stretched towards the bed where her hair almost touched and then she groaned when Supergirl’s hands tightened on her hips for the first, rough thrust. She was simultaneously weightless and suspended, and the head rush of being half-upside down brought a new thrill to their mating.

Lena’s cunt clamped even tighter around Supergirl, and the alpha rewarded her by slamming even deeper. She reached up with one hand to grab onto the Super’s forearm, and her dizzy euphoria tripled when the alpha thumbed at her clit with superhuman speed. She came so fast and so thoroughly that her moans were choked, and the perpetual bliss sparked at least three more orgasms in quick succession.

“Keep it all in, Lena,” Supergirl groaned, unable to resist the engulfing spasm of Lena’s channel. She emptied into her with thick, hot spurts and Lena imagined her womb filling up with the alpha’s release.

Lena felt useless afterwards, unable to move as the superhero lowered her back onto the mattress and hovered next to the bed until she could glance around.

“I should go now,” Supergirl muttered with a nod towards the clock, which just flickered onto six. “I’ll come by as often as I can while you’re in heat.”

“Tomorrow?” Lena asked without managing to sound too needy. Her limbs were still heavy and lethargic as she sat upright and considered all of the strange emotions that threatened to complicate her night with Supergirl. The alpha was going to leave and her hormones hated the idea of being alone.

“Tomorrow,” Supergirl confirmed and hesitated before treading foot on the balcony. She swung around to check on Lena, her curls still bouncy even after such vigorous sex. “You should rest.”

Lena gave a distracted nod of agreement and avoided making eye contact for too long. The breeze of Supergirl’s lift off blew her hair back and she stood in the quiet of her apartment for a long time before she forced herself to change the sheets. She decided to shower after that and had tucked herself into her robe when her phone dinged with a response from Kara.

I’m sorry I took so long to reply. It’s been a hectic day, but I’ve got you covered. I’ve been working on an article about your relationship with Supergirl since we discussed it.

Lena’s heart skipped and she smiled at the message, then rushed to type out an invitation. Can you come over?

About forty minutes later, she opened the door to find Kara clutching a bag of Big Belly Burger, and she embraced her friend as soon as they put the food down.

Kara’s arms stayed around her for longer than she could have hoped, and she indulged in the way her friend rubbed her back in comforting circles.

“Rough day?” Kara asked tentatively when they separated, her fingers snagging their bag of food as she followed Lena into her apartment.

“One of the worst,” Lena admitted, the smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes. “The board went ahead and released the statement without telling me, and half of my employees found a reason to enter my office, so I’ll be working from home for the rest of the week. To top it off Supergirl actually thinks I’m responsible—no thanks to the board using her to sell our new line of tech that’s aimed at interspecies couples.”

“Yeah, I saw, I didn’t realize L-Corp made things like that,” Kara uttered, fingering the frame of her glasses before she pushed them up the bridge of her nose.

“We don’t.” Lena insisted, the furrow of her brow becoming a fully-fledged scrunch as she sighed heavily and sank onto the couch. “We didn’t,” she corrected, the weight of her choices keeping her head bowed until Kara sat next to her and offered her the wonderfully greasy bag filled with all the carbs she could want.

“Thank you, Kara. Not just for the food.” Lena hesitated, the memory of calling out her friend’s name still fresh in her mind. “For being here. I know it’s a lot to ask.”

“It isn’t,” Kara stated sincerely and leaned over to take Lena’s hand. “I will always be here for you, Lena. No matter what.”

“This is why you’re my favorite person,” Lena whispered with a gentle smile that turned almost watery the longer they gazed at one another. She had meant it to be playful, but the shift in her hormones from the heat inducers was influencing her emotions, and the truth of her statement stung.

She wished that she had been capable of thinking on her toes when the board had threatened her. If she had only woven an elaborate story with Kara in the role of her alpha, then it would have been easier to cope, but she couldn’t undo the press release any more than she could stop loving her friend.

For all she despised liars, Lena was turning out to be a talented one, which was bittersweet considering she was stuck in this for the long game. She was deceiving everyone in National City, and yet it only bothered her that she was hiding how much she longed for Kara.

Lena didn’t consciously move towards Kara, but when the alpha settled against the couch and slung an arm around her shoulders, she instantly relaxed. She tucked herself into her friend and acted oblivious to the way Kara blatantly stole some of her fries, because everything seemed to feel right in the world when Kara was by her side.