Half God, Half Devil - Chapter 3

Tags:  Rough sex, some comedy, choking, collaring (yes, it's exactly how it sounds), come play (with oral on alpha), degradation, humiliation, ass play, Overlord and Red K talking a whole lot of smack to each other. Protective Red K Kara. Planting of seeds for developing feelings.

Be forewarned if you're on the sensitive side.

If this isn't your bag, skip it and I have some fluff headed your way later this week. If you do like it, let me know, as it'll influence future content choices. 

The power in National City flickered off and on – all of the lights blinking like a million fireflies in midsummer. Lena’s first order of business as the new overlord of the city was to supply L-Corp with the energy she would need to recreate her robotic peace enforcers.

Her second order of business was much more tricky and daunting: her Red Kryptonite infected Super still resented that she used her oral talents on Kara, and on top of that, the alpha desperately needed a haircut if she planned to pose as her twin.

It might have been overkill, but Lena located a pair of scissors far too big for the job. She coated the sharp edges with trace amounts of Kryptonite that would allow her to trim the Super’s hair into bangs, then approached with all of the menace of a predatory cat about to subdue a mouse — except, of course, Supergirl was a much different animal.

Kara didn’t dodge her so much as hover near the ceiling the moment Lena encroached into her space, her eyes glowing in warning as she spat out, “If you don’t drop those scissors, I will melt them out of your hand.”

Lena narrowed her eyes at the ridiculous alpha and pursed her lips together as Kara continued to float around just out of reach. She set the scissors aside and took a moment to smooth down her skirt before flippantly stating, “If you’re no longer willing to help me take over National City, then our deal must be off.”

Her manipulation worked like a charm. Kara sank back to earth with a glower darkening her handsome face and crossed her arms like a petulant child. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then you’re in need of a trim.” Lena concluded with a victorious twist of her lips and picked up the scissors to snip at the air.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Kara drawled and sauntered past Lena to help herself to a cup of coffee. “You saw how stupid I look with bangs. I’m not messing up my hair for your little ploy.”

Lena scoffed at her antics and marched after her to snap impatiently, “Then what are you suggesting, a wig?”

She was used to guessing at things with perfect accuracy, but Lena still had to walk away from Kara when the Kryptonian flew off and landed at her feet the next second wearing one.

She laughed so hard that the receptionist walked in to make sure everything was alright, then apologized for interrupting her meeting with Supergirl, and backed off before Lena could tell her to get out.

“You look even worse than the Kara Danvers who is from this timeline,” Lena remarked with a critical lift of her eyebrow, then she made the mistake of throwing in a taunt, “And the jury is still out as to which one of you is better in bed. I’m tempted to find out.”

That comment riled the Super much more than she anticipated, and Kara’s hand was around her throat in short order, grabbing her in a sensual choke-hold that dampened her panties.

She took a shuddery deep breath when Kara freed her and hunched over her desk long enough for the alpha to step up behind her.

Unceremoniously, the Super leaned into the backs of her legs and pushed her forward, then bared her ass by flipping up her skirt. The cool air hit her skin and she shivered as Kara played with the thin lace of her thong, moving it out from between her pussy lips.

“This is mine,” The alpha asserted, taking a tour of her body by gripping at her with both hands — first at her cunt and then at her breasts. “And these…” Her hand settled on her jaw, pulling at her mouth to get her point across. “This, too.”

The final destination of her touch was Lena’s ass cheeks, which she forcefully grabbed and spread apart. “Even here.” Her fingertip brushed against the shy puckered ring of muscle, and Lena let out an undignified whimper, because no one had ever touched her there.

For a precarious second Kara remained silent, and a shiver of anticipation trickled down Lena’s spine as she wondered if the Kryptonian planned to push inside that forbidden place. The unknown wasn’t nearly as bad as Lena discovering she wanted Kara to claim that part of her, to be the first and only one to explore her in such a debauched way. Her tight little ring squeezed in apprehension, and then there was a cold breeze that signaled the Super had moved.

Lena stood up to glare at the space where the alpha had just been, and fixed her skirt with bitter annoyance at not being fucked like she had expected. She would have pressed that stupid watch she had taken from her counterpart to call the Kryptonian back - but that would have made her look desperate, and she sure as hell wasn’t about to feed Kara’s ego.

She was about to pour herself a drink when the infected Super suddenly reappeared with a sleek, black box in hand.

“Did I say you could move?” Kara rumbled darkly, intense as ever as she stepped around Lena to take the drink from her hand.

“You didn’t say anything,” Lena pointed out snidely, and flicked her gaze over Kara as if she was bored. “Perhaps you ought to be more clear when you have expectations.”

“If it’s clarity you want, then you’re going to love this.” Kara exhaled with a smirk, and opened the box to show off a very pricy-looking black titanium eternity collar that was engraved on the inside. Kara lifted it out of the box and allowed Lena the luxury of reading the pretty calligraphy for all of three seconds; I, Lena Kieran Luthor, belong exclusively to one Kara Danvers Zor-El.

Lena’s eyes widened in shock and then she felt the clasp of the cold metal around her throat, specifically designed so that she couldn’t remove it.

She gave a firm tug at the collar to ensure it was intact and her red lips slanted into a peeved expression.

“Someone is obviously insecure about the deal we struck,” Lena whispered and contemplated the many ways she could inspire jealousy and build on those insecurities. “You’re only doing this because I’ll never let you claim me.”

Running her mouth rarely ever ended in push back, because no one was strong enough to stand up to her, but Supergirl seized ahold of both her arms and forced her onto her knees.

Being powerless and at Kara’s mercy was beginning to hold an allure she would have previously thought impossible.

What was left of her damaged heart began to beat faster as she stared at Kara. She expected a punishment to follow, but instead the alpha caressed her cheek and ran a thumb over her lip.

“You’re mine, and I don’t need to mark you for you to know that,” Kara snapped, then ripped open the front of her floral blouse to expose her breasts.

It happened so fast that she responded by covering herself, and that brief show of shame must have fed Kara’s arrogance. Kara took ahold of her jaw and forced her to make eye contact.

Lena’s vulnerability in that moment and the soft fragrance of her omega pheromones went against all of the venom she spat: “On the contrary, you serve me in every other aspect of our lives, and I serve you in just one. Perhaps I should be the one to mark you.”

Lena went to pull at the protective cover that concealed her Kryptonite viscera, all with the full knowledge that Kara would stop her. She smirked when the alpha not only restrained her arm, but pulled her back onto her feet to tear off the rest of the clothes she had borrowed from her Earth Prime look alike.

In an instant, her designer skirt lay in tatters around her, and she stood before Kara in nothing but a thong that poorly concealed her silken excitement.

Kara drew closer to sniff the air around her with a sneer, and Lena held her gaze with Luthor defiance. Anger was such a useful emotion when in the right hands, and provoking Kara’s would pave the way to making National City bend before them.

“When it really comes down to it, I own you, Kara Zor El,” Lena dared to whisper, marveling at the shimmering red that flared and splintered beneath Kara’s perfect skin.

There would be consequences for pointing that out – ones that would likely leave trails of possession painted across her porcelain skin in vivid reds and purples, and Lena welcomed them with a salacious smile.

The trouble was, when experimenting with something so wildly unpredictable like an infected Kryptonian with a God complex, the results had a tendency to deviate from expectations.

Lena braced for a hand around her throat, but found herself naked and forced up against the edge of the balcony instead.

She brought her lips up to Kara’s and waited until the alpha leaned in to claim her mouth before she turned her face at the last second.

Lena evaded the kiss effectively just to whisper in Kara’s ear, “I might have the collar around my neck, but you’re the one on a leash. You’d do best not to forget that.” Her nostrils flared in challenge and she glared down at where the alpha’s cock was already rigid and pressing imposingly against her thigh.

Lena reached out to give it a pitying stroke, which only infuriated Kara all the more. It was the final taunt necessary to get the reaction she wanted – Kara’s fingers around her neck.

The entire goal behind her mockery was to find out all of the little buttons she could push, and Lena was like any scientist with an invention to play with, because she wanted to press them all.

Kara’s chokehold loosened and their mouths met in a violent kiss. She nipped at Kara’s lip and the alpha retaliated with a rough grip on her breasts and by biting at her throat. Lena tore at Kara’s suit and pushed her around, and Kara in turn inflicted bruises by pinning her down by the back of the neck.

The cement beneath her knees was abrasive, but Lena’s omega was unquestionably aroused. There was a masochistic part of her that thrived on the conflict between them and the pain of her shredded skin. She moaned when Kara forced her cock into her cunt and her pheromones made it plain that she needed the alpha.

“Leash or not, you’re the one who belongs on her knees,” Kara grunted and rutted into her at a speed that had Lena’s teeth clenching together to quiet a scream. She wouldn’t let the alpha hear her pleasure out of spite, and counted on Kara reacting with more force.

Lena’s backside would be bruised from the pounding she was taking. The harsh grip of Kara’s fingers as they bit into her breasts served as a reminder that the alpha could brand her without using her teeth.

Her soft gasps turned into more subdued moans and she pursed her lips together to fight her inclination to be vocal. Kara’s thighs slapped at her ass in a refusal to let up, even as she reached around to claw the alpha.

As her nails scraped over Kara’s skin, Lena listened to her slick cunt and breathed in aromas of dominance and mating. This was a competition, and she felt her omega forfeit to Kara’s cock.

The thick girth opened her inner channel and stretched her pussy lips, and when Kara strummed her clit, Lena whimpered and pushed back. Hot waves of pleasure lapped at her senses, and Lena made the mistake of moaning when her thighs began to quake.

Kara pulled out of Lena’s snug warmth suddenly, right before Lena achieved orgasm, and she uttered curses as Kara stepped back into her office and left her crouched on the balcony. Her empty cunt squeezed weakly, a ghost of a climax that did nothing but inflame her anger.

Lena took a minute to inhale fresh air and come to her senses, then she stalked after Kara with maliciousness in her voice. “Well, I expected you to back down, but that was just pathetic.”

The smirk on Kara’s face should have been a warning when the alpha spun around to face her, but it was the ridicule in her tone that really got to Lena.

“You want it that bad, huh?” Kara asked, her gaze trailing down Lena’s broken body to settle between her thighs, where her clit throbbed for attention.

She wondered if Kara could hear it, the insistent pulse that drove her to distraction.

“I don’t have time for your delusions,” Lena insisted, hoping the bite of her words would detract from the musk of her arousal. She wanted Kara, but it would be damning to admit it, and the next best thing was to burrow under the alpha’s skin. “You can deal with your problems later, but right now we have a plan to enact.”

Kara took the bait just as Lena suspected, and faltered mid step to frown down at her imperiously. “What problems?”

“Your inability to finish,” Lena muttered with a flippant wave of her hand. It was a blatant lie, but one Kara would never let stand, and Lena went in for the kill as she mused, “Was it seeing how well your other self performed that caused the issue – or is the Red K affecting more than just your mood?”

Kara’s growl was so fierce that the sound of it sent Lena back onto her knees before she even realized she had submitted. She glared up at the alpha incredulously as her cunt went into spasm, and shuddered when Kara caught her around the throat and slammed inside of her.

Kara buried her cock fully in Lena’s clenching heat and began a brutal thrust that pushed her face forward against the carpet. She was stunned when the alpha instantaneously released so much thick seed inside of her that the raunchy, wet sound of it reverberated around the office. Her nipples brushed against the floor as Kara pounded into her and Lena rubbed furiously at her cunt.

Her teeth chattered together when she tried to speak, and the only coherent word she gasped out was, “Fuck.”

Kara mounted her more fully as a way to assert dominance, and Lena’s assistant must have heard the commotion, because she entered the office to find them in that compromising position. The woman’s mouth dropped open and she stared on in shock as Lena presented for Supergirl with a provocative moan and pressed herself into the floor in submission.

Ignoring the intrusion, Kara sped up, and leaned fully over Lena to pin her completely with unmatched strength and rough thrusts. It blocked out the sight of Lena’s Kryptonite heart, and Kara fucked into her with inhuman speed and groaned as she sank deeper into Lena’s pussy.

“Someday I will actually claim you, and you’re going to beg me to do it,” Kara boasted with a matter of fact growl, and Lena’s assistant closed the door before she was fired for intruding.

Molten hot seed dripped from Lena’s opening when Kara slipped out and she ran her fingers through it, smearing it across her pussy lips as she waited for the alpha to continue.

Kara’s cock began to swell with a knot, and Lena whimpered from how the alpha rammed it inside of her and resumed thrusting. She felt disoriented, on the fringe of pleasure, and at the same time like she was surrendering.

It put her in a different frame of mind, where she was quiet and wide-eyed, and overwhelmed when her next orgasm left her writhing on the floor. Her ragged breaths and whines should have pressed the alpha to give her the knot, and frustration set in when Kara moved back.

The alpha played with her cunt, and used her fingers to tease around her reddened entrance for a few moments until Lena whined, and then she stood up.

Lena was alert and livid the second she heard Kara stepping towards the balcony door. She shook from a cocktail of volatile and vulnerable emotions. Being denied Kara’s knot seemed to unhinge something within her omega. She was on her feet in an instant to chase after the alpha, too furious to appreciate how needy it made her seem.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Lena’s rage carried in her voice and she believed it was effective when Kara returned to her.

She had the audacity to sneer at the alpha, and Kara gripped her by the hair and gave her a tug forward. The slight pain produced far more pleasure, and Kara forced her onto her knees with a strong hand just to push just the tip of her cock into Lena’s mouth.

“That’s better,” Kara mocked, silencing Lena by rocking her hips to force more of her length between her lips.

Lena was content to suck, even as she glared up at Kara, and she pushed her mouth down on the alpha’s erection until it hit the back of her throat. The slight ache of her jaw helped distract from the uncomfortable feelings in her chest and her peculiar sense of attachment to Kara.

She slurped and pumped her mouth, taking faster pulls when she heard Kara’s startled moan at her intensity. Lena forced her mouth down towards the knot, which was far too immense to even attempt to excite, and used her tongue and puckering lips to barely caress at it. Kara must have been sensitive, because she choked out a strangled groan and then warm blasts of seed filled the back of Lena’s throat.

She  coughed from it, spluttering while her eyes watered, but Kara held her head and prevented her from pulling away as she instructed, “Don’t swallow. Not yet.”

The alpha pulled out of her mouth slowly, and Lena felt her cheeks burn when Kara held her by the jaw to keep her mouth open. “Stay just like that so I can see it,” she whispered, her eyes blacker than a moonless sky and infinitely more alluring.

Lena was convinced that following the order would persuade Kara to mount her again and her cunt clenched with need. Small tremors of anticipation went through her back as she considered the size of the knot, and though she maintained a scowl for appearances’ sake, Lena smelled of excitement and faintly of submission.

Kara circled around her appraisingly and used a firm hand between her shoulders to encourage Lena onto all fours.

Lena remained on the floor in that vulnerable pose with a mouthful of the alpha’s desire, all the while waiting for further instructions. She realized too late that it was all a trick when there was a whoosh of air behind her.

Kara flew off, and Lena trembled with building rage until she regained her composure,  concocting a plan to enact severe punishment on the egotistical alpha.

She had just closed her mouth with the intent to spit out the seed spitefully, when Kara returned with a new outfit for her.

Lena was simultaneously assaulted by her warring emotions and foolish heart. Anger and relief clashed within her ribcage, and her conflicting scent must have said as much, because Kara caught her by the chin and stared down at her with rapt interest.

“You thought I’d leave you here like that for anyone to find?” The alpha scoffed, her smirk at odds with the gentle way she stroked her thumb against Lena’s closed lips. “I don’t share what’s mine,” she husked quietly, and for some unknown reason, Lena opened her mouth to show Kara that her essence still coated her tongue.

Kara’s own lips parted in approval, and she growled in excitement before finally uttering the command. “Swallow.”

Lena held Kara’s gaze as she did just that, and it was mesmerizing to see how truly enthralled the alpha appeared to be from such a simple act. It restored some of Lena’s emotional equilibrium that Kara had carelessly tarnished by flying off, and she stood up to snatch the outfit out of the alpha’s hands in irritation.

“The next time you get the bright idea to vanish without a word, don’t,” Lena warned, and pointedly began getting dressed to make it clear that she was done playing games. “We have to make our move now before we lose our window of opportunity.”

Kara rolled her eyes at Lena’s dramatics and retrieved the laptop so Lena could input the command l that would release all of the alien prisoners at the DEO.

This was part of her plan to make good use of her robotic peace enforcers and to get the public to accept her takeover of National City. She turned on the flatscreen so they could watch as news stations around the city began to report on the widespread havoc the freed aliens began to cause.  As minutes went by, panic around the city increased, and the sounds of sirens blared in the distance like a score of music. The populace would support anyone who could restore law and order, and reporters were already talking about locking the aliens back up.

Lena watched on with morbid enjoyment, and then turned to Kara with a haughty raised brow as she snidely remarked, “Well, what are you waiting on? Go fetch.”

Kara’s lips twisted to bare her teeth, and she snarled in anger, but with their deal already made, the Super could hardly argue as Lena pointed to the balcony with a dismissive hand.

Kara was gone before Lena could sigh, and within the span of an hour, Supergirl and Lena Luthor’s new robotic helpers were on the streets and bringing a swift end to the latest crisis.

Across the city, the actual Lena Luthor who belonged in the Earth Prime timeline was none the wiser, because Kara was still knotted inside of her. They had attempted several ways to dampen Kara’s sex drive, and bring a much faster end to the knot, but apparently this experience was special for the alpha.

Any time Kara so much as glanced at Lena’s tits, she was hard again and the knot became even more swollen.

“Would you just stop looking at me?” Lena snapped when they had exhausted all of their options.

Kara squeezed her eyes shut, but she gave up after a few seconds, and then tried to propose some very stupid ideas. “I could fly – I would hold you so tight, Lena, I swear. We wouldn’t even have to go far—”

“No.” Lena grumbled and peered between her legs to check the size of the knot. She had never seen one so intimidating and enlarged, and she was beginning to question whether it would ever soften, but she wasn’t about to risk doing permanent damage to herself – no matter how confident Kara was in her ability to navigate in the air with a knot. “Let’s just try to get to my cell phone, and then we can call Nia for assistance. She wasn’t at the DEO.”

“Wait, you can’t ask her to come here,” Kara protested, like she was afraid of anyone seeing them in their current predicament, where they had been outsmarted because of their attraction to each other.

“I wasn’t going to invite her over, but your reaction tells me that you’re ashamed you slept with me.” Lena’s feelings of loathing were simmering inside of her again, and she gave the bottom of Kara’s knot a rough squeeze on the off chance that it would make it shrink.

“I’m not ashamed!” Kara shrieked in surprise, rather than pain, and much to Lena’s chagrin, she felt the Super release another hot pulse of seed into her uncomfortably filled cunt. Kara couldn’t meet her eyes, and powered through her embarrassment by sighing, “Look, if we can reach your phone, I’m happy to follow your plan. Where is it?”

“Well, it’s not in here,” Lena muttered as her heart sank. She must have left it on the counter when she was making tea. “We need to get off the bed,” she asserted, but when she tried to inch backwards, Kara’s knot kept her in place, and she let out a pathetic whine that the alpha tried to pretend she didn’t hear.

“Why don’t you let me lift you?” The Super suggested, and her shining, hopeful eyes filled Lena with nothing but roiling anger.

“I’d rather roll off the bed and drag my ass across the floor,” Lena supplied bitterly, and though she hadn’t exactly meant it to be a proposition of what they should do, it certainly became one when Kara rolled her eyes.

“You’re being silly,” Kara stated, and whatever chivalrous attempt she was about to make backfired when Lena grabbed her by the arms and barrel rolled them off the bed to land in an awkward heap.

The fall didn’t hurt Kara, unfortunately, but it did save Lena from losing what little pride she had left.

As ridiculous as they must have looked sliding along together, they made it into her kitchen without saying another word, and Lena glared at the alpha the whole way.

Eventually they located the phone, and Lena awkwardly stayed perched on Kara’s lap to reach it on the counter top. She called Nia’s number at CatCo, and after a few rings, the young reporter answered in confusion.

“Lena?” Nia asked, and based on the sounds that traveled through the phone, the newsroom was in the middle of dealing with a currently unfolding story. “Are you with Kara?”

“Why would you ask that?” Lena questioned in a high pitch of suspicion, and Kara decided it was the perfect time to blurt out, “Yeah, I’m right inside—I mean—beside—Lena.”

Lena drew the alpha a murderous look, even though Nia seemed to have missed Kara’s stupid slip of the tongue.

“Your new invention is incredible,” Nia gushed and the bright smile on her face was unmistakable. “I was headed out to help, and then all of your robots appeared to save the day.”

“My what?” Lena shrilly asked, as she thought back to her first glimpse of the corrupt Lena Luthor from another timeline.

Without a doubt, the robots belonged to her look alike, and Lena knew there would be harsh consequences for them both if any of the bots destroyed any part of the city.

She had no doubt that everyone would pardon Kara for her twin’s wrongdoings. There would be a stark difference in how Lena was treated, and as she saw herself becoming a villain in the eyes of every citizen in National City, her breaths became faster until she began to hyperventilate.

“Those robots don’t actually belong to Lena,” Kara cut in with concern, and then she shifted to shout into the phone, “It’s a complicated situation. We’ll explain when we see you.”

Kara ended the call, and fortunately the nature of the conversation seemed to have loosened the knot enough so that they could separate from each other.

Lena immediately felt vulnerable, and she knew Kara sensed it, so she wrapped her arms around herself and did the only logical thing she could think to do. She walked off and left the alpha sitting bare-assed on her tile floor with a knot bigger than a baseball.

They didn’t have time to lose if they planned to stop their other selves from wrecking both the city and their lives any more than they already had.

Lena allowed herself to brood while she got dressed in her bedroom, slipping into a soft sweater and a pair of cozy jeans after a quick dash to the bathroom to clean up.

She returned to find Kara in her suit, bouncy curls back in place and her eyes on the television.

William Dey from CatCo was reporting on a disruption happening across National City, where aliens were trashing stores and fighting humans in the streets.

The robots were a godsend and cleared out the aliens both peacefully and expediently, with the help of Supergirl, who seemed to be leading the mission.

“Project Non-nocere,” Lena uttered out in amazement before she could think of censoring herself.

Her magnum opus was complete, but there was an insidiousness to the robotic peacekeepers, just in knowing that it came from the mind of a very damaged person. Seeing it was enough to make her sick, and she tore the remote out of Kara’s hand to turn off the television, but faltered when the alpha stepped in front of her.

“Lena, I think we should talk before we go,” Kara tried and put out her hand to touch her arm. She flinched when Lena pulled away with her arms crossed and an unhappy jut of her jaw.

“Now is not the time, Supergirl.” Lena’s frosty tone was almost cruel, and she might have hated herself for the wounded look on Kara’s face, until she remembered none of this would have happened if Kara had been honest in the first place. “Our top priority is to the people of National City, where two imposters are playing heroes, and I, for one, would like to know why before anyone gets hurt.”

“You’re right,” Kara relented, hanging her head as she placed her hands on her hips. “This is— it’s bigger than us, but after we’ve saved the day—”

“It seems we already have.” Lena darkly remarked, her narrowed eyes locked on the screen where Supergirl was being interviewed live by Willam Dey.

“Supergirl, all of National City has been watching you work in tandem with Lena Luthor to protect the city. Is there anything you’d like to say to the people at home watching?” William asked, his smile far too tense and his forehead sweaty.

Back at L-Corp, the other Lena watched her own Kara with interest as the hero grabbed the mic from the reporter’s hand without so much as glancing at him.

Supergirl gave her full attention to the crowd and the camera directed at her. Lena waited for the alpha’s arrogance to break through and ruin their plan. All it would take was the wrong word, a look of disdain, or a sliver of red beneath her skin to fuck up all of Lena’s hard work, and she could only watch on and hope that it didn’t happen.

“What happened today was a tragedy,” Supergirl stated, her tone hitting the right notes of remorse and compassion to pull the audience in, “and I know that you’re all afraid, but I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to be. National City is my home and I will always protect it, but sometimes even I need help. I want to personally thank Lena Luthor for selflessly stepping in to help me protect all of you today with her amazing tech. She’s shown everyone that you don’t need to have powers to be a real hero.”

It was all a charade – every word of it a simple manipulation to sway public opinion, and keep the city in the palm of Lena’s hand. And yet she couldn’t help the way her distorted, broken heart seemed to ache from Kara’s words as if they were sincere.

Lena was good, she had always been good, and this was for everyone’s protection.

She was so captivated by Kara’s performance that she failed to notice the two goons that crept into her office until it was too late.

Lex always did have contingency plans, and what with him being stuck in a cell somewhere in the DEO, he must have assumed that Lena would naturally betray him at the first possible opportunity. Maybe she wasn’t so different from Earth Prime’s Lena, after all.

The sound of a gun being cocked snapped her out of her daze and she turned with every intention of blasting the men with her Kryptonite heart.  Except she wasn’t wearing her own clothes, and her designer shirt and waistcoat wasn’t built to be torn open in one swift tug.

Frustration and panic burst out of her as a shriek when one of them snarled, “Fucking grab her,” and Lena allowed him to approach just to swing her fist. She hit him hard, but not hard enough as he tackled her half over the desk to try and restrain her arms.

“Now,” the other one grit out, his stench so acrid that she couldn’t catch her breath. “Do it now!”

Helpless wasn’t a feeling she had ever come to terms with, and pure fear hit her bloodstream as she tried to elbow him off.

Lena saw the needle in the other man’s hand, and hardened her jaw to  sneer at him spitefully. “If that’s all you’ve got, I doubt I’ll even feel it.”

“Oh, you’ll feel it, bi—”

The sound of his jaw breaking registered to Lena before she noticed Kara standing there with wild, angry eyes.

“Now is that any way to talk to the woman who just saved National City? Where’s the gratitude?” Kara asked, and stepped over the man, who collapsed at her feet, to stalk towards the other goon with malicious intent.

Kara could have used super speed to be done with it all before anyone even blinked, but this was for show, and Lena was captivated.

“Supergirl  wait, you—you don’t hurt people-” The goon blurted in shock and hurried away from Lena with his hands raised.  “Please, I won’t tell anyone—”

“You’re right about that,” Kara snarled, and before his pathetic whining went on any longer, she grabbed him by the front of the shirt and threw him right out the open balcony window to soar over to the next skyscraper.

Kara looked slightly out of breath, something she most certainly wasn’t, and her eyes roamed over Lena like she was trying to check for any damage. The only feasible explanation was absurd: Kara was worried about her, and if she was worried, that meant she cared.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Lena rasped, her heart pounding from something far worse than fear. She stood up on shaky legs and pointed to the man crawling across her floor. “Take out the trash.”

Kara grabbed him by the back of his shirt and hauled him off the floor to fly him across the city like a vulture with a mouse in its talon. She returned in a flash, and then she was lifting Lena’s chin, gentle in how she touched her omega.

Lena shied away from the comforting touch, despite an inner longing to accept the tenderness from the alpha. Her panic was made worse by the superhero’s protective scents, which infused in her the sense that nothing could hurt while Kara was around.

She experienced a terrible pang of gratitude in her chest, and much to her horror, wished that Kara had come into her life that much sooner.

“We need to get to the DEO,” Lena snapped and pushed by Kara to get to the bottle of whiskey that Lena of Earth Prime had the good sense to keep handy. She helped herself to a double and gulped it all before Kara could engulf in her pheromones. “We’re already running behind on schedule.”

“I can make up for that lost time,” Kara assured her and plucked the crystal glass from her hand. She placed it aside and sidled closer, wrapping her arms around Lena to fly her off across the city.

Those few minutes while they were above National City were simultaneously the most comforting and disruptive experience in Lena’s life – and that included the tragedy she suffered when her helicopter was shot from the sky. Being so close to Kara left her speechless and confused, and it was only when they landed that she re-oriented herself toward the mission she wanted to carry out.

She patted back her hair to make herself more presentable and then summoned the imp Mxy from Brainiac-5‘s bottle, and his guests back from their happy places.

Much to Alex’s embarrassment, she showed up wearing only boxers and a tank top, with Kelly was standing nearby, holding a can of whipped cream.

Lena glanced sideways at Kara, who did a good job of pretending to be her dorky counterpart. The baffled, open-mouthed expression on Kara’s face was a good cover.

“Uhm—hey Alex, hi Kelly.” Kara awkwardly waved, and then gestured to where J’onn was cringing and blocking his face with his hand not far away. “I’ll be over there if you need me.”

“Shit,” Alex grunted and hurried off to her office to grab some pants before rushing back to question them.

“Kara, what the fuck has been happening?” Alex hissed, avoiding Kelly’s eyes when she covertly grabbed the can of cream to stuff it into a desk out of the way. “Where is everyone? What the hell is going on?”

“Well uhm—” Kara began, and the flustered way she turned to Lena was so akin to Earth Prime’s Supergirl that Lena instinctively stepped in to take over. She would question herself later on why that felt so natural, but right now it aided in the story they were weaving.

“It’s Lex,” Lena stated, and stepped closer to Alex with unguarded pain in her eyes. “You all know he’s a monster. I thought his angle would be to wheedle his way into Leviathan, but it turns out he had a more diabolical plan. He wanted to replace Kara and I with the worst versions of ourselves to terrorize the city so he could banish all aliens once and for all.”

Kelly looked shaken, and stepped closer to Alex as she asked, “Why would he do that?”

“Same as always, hate.” Lena informed them bitterly, her expression so raw and filled with misery that Kelly took her hand to squeeze.

Lena forced a smile onto her face and endured the contact as she concluded, “He hates all aliens, especially Kryptonians, and he hates that I wouldn’t join him in his petty vendetta. If he could turn National City against us, then nobody would stand in his way.”

“He released every alien captive within the DEO before we realized what he was doing,” Kara muttered with a shrug, actively keeping her head bowed to appear less arrogant.

“He wanted chaos in the streets to divide us,” Lena supplied after a moment, and brought her hand up to rub the side of her neck. “He almost succeeded—”

“Yeah, but then Lena used Lex’s tech to help me subdue them before any real harm was done.” Kara bragged and tossed a soft smile Lena’s way before she glanced at Alex. “He’s locked in one of the cells—"

“What about you two?” Alex cut in, then waved her hand between them with a frown. “I mean the other ones, where are they?”

“We lost them,” Lena explained and then turned to glare at Mxy, who was gagged and bound to a swivel chair. “But we did get him.”

Everything was going exactly as she predicted. In less than sixty seconds, Brainiac-5 and Reign would burst through one of the windows to bottle the little imp and fly off before the true Supergirl and Lena of Earth Prime followed them to the DEO. Then the real fun would begin.

“I knew when you showed up there would be hell to pay,” Alex snarled at the imp, but Kelly held her arm and prohibited her from getting any closer. “I never should have left you with him.” The words were directed to Kara, but her eyes were still on Mxy.

“Well, we have him now, so that’s one less thing to worry about,” Kara sighed, the corners of her lips twitching into the faintest smirk when she glanced to Lena.

Like clockwork, Reign flew straight through the window, shattering it to pieces that blew glass into the DEO with enough force to slash through skin. None of it touched Lena because Kara was already there, shielding her with her red cape, and inadvertently saving Kelly and Alex in the process.

Maybe it was her proximity, or the way they shared breath in the moment, but Lena could have sworn there was something magnetic between them. Her lips parted in wonder before the alpha turned to cosmic clap at the worldkiller. The force of the blast sent desks and chairs through the walls.

It stunned Reign, who let out a snarl of her own and lasered the ceiling above Alex and J’onn’s head. The crumbling concrete came down in chunks and Kara darted into the air to deflect the debris while Brainiac-5 bottled Mxy in the chaos.

J’onn went after him, and Alex open fired on Reign, who set her sights on Kara, just as planned. They locked eyes in a battle of heat vision until Alex located the dart gun loaded with Kryptonite rounds. The threat of real harm scared Reign off, and Lena knew that her friend would be awaiting her next orders in a secure location across town with Brainiac-5.

“I’ll go after her,” Kara spat, and Alex shook her head and wiped cement dust out of her hair.

“Let her go,” Alex insisted. “We need to find the other you.”

With perfect timing, the real Kara touched down in the DEO, and hesitated at the top of the stairs as she took in all of the destruction.

The actual Lena landed beside her in a Lexosuit, most likely because she didn’t want Kara’s hands on her due to their personal problems.

Lena couldn’t have been happier with how her plan unfolded.

For a second, both of the Karas glared at each other in a standoff, and then faced off in close range combat.

The lexo-suited Lena deflected the shots that Alex instantly fired in her direction. “Fuck,” she gritted out and blasted the floor close to the group, which created enough dust to briefly block her from line of sight.

If not for all of the chaos, someone might have realized how casually Lena was striding about the place, or how her scent was one of excitement and not of panic. She reveled in the conflict, and how her own Kara fought and moved fast on her feet.

All of it was magnificent, and as Kara twisted the fist of her Earth Prime twin, Lena waited with bated breath for the other Lena to sound the retreat.

It happened when Red K afflicted Kara was able to get the upper hand.

The Lexosuit changed colors, and then Lena from Earth Prime shot off Kryptonite to come to the defense of her own alpha, which in turn caused Alex to rush forward.

The real Kara just managed to fly off into the night with her Lena, and everyone else stood in the settling wreckage.

“I’m on it.” The Red K infected Super spat out and flew off in hot pursuit.

The entire ruse mobilized everyone at the DEO to work together in the chase.

Under the guise of doing her part, Lena informed everyone Alex was returning back to L-Corp to help with tracking down the imposter Supergirl and sidekick, Lena.

She arrived at Earth Prime Lena’s apartment to find her alpha waiting for her, no longer clad in the heroic suit, but in black pants and a navy shirt that did wonders for Kara’s broad shoulders and muscular arms. The entire room smelled of confidence and power and Lena’s omega reacted by producing copious amounts of slick.

The alpha must have smelled it if the smirk on her face was anything to go on, and Lena ignored it as best she could as she strutted straight to the cabinet where she kept her alcohol. She had only lifted a crystal tumbler when Kara intercepted her, pouring her two fingers of vintage Scotch.

Lena eyed her suspiciously even as she took a sip, and savored the burn as it traveled down her throat. “You’re looking very smug for someone who let the enemy get away,” she muttered, if only to try and make the charged atmosphere between them dissipate. The plan had never been to capture Supergirl and the other Lena, but she needed a distraction.

There was a shift taking place, a subtle insidious thing where Lena was finding herself quite drawn to the corrupted Super, and she couldn’t trust herself to believe it was a good thing, even though her omega was trying to convince her otherwise.

“In my defense,” Kara stated with a jut of her chin, “chasing them was boring. And I had better things to do.”

“Like ransacking your counterpart’s closet?” Lena prodded with a sneer. She wanted to say she looked stupid, that she hated the outfit and everything about her, but that wasn’t particularly convincing when she was staring at her with obvious interest.

“Like making sure nobody else was waiting here to ambush us,” Kara snapped, and for a fleeting second there was concern in her eyes.

Lena squinted curiously at the Super until a slow grin flashed her teeth. “You flew here to make sure I wasn’t walking into a trap,” she lilted, victorious twice in one night.

“Like the perfect little guard dog,” Lena taunted, exposing her neck in excitement when Kara snarled and lunged for her.

Kara ravaged her with a strong bite, which broke the skin right where a claim mark should have gone. It was deliberate but controlled, and if she punctured a little deeper her claim would hold. Lena lacked the wherewithal to shove her away, and she out a soft whine that made Kara even more feral.

The alpha growled against her throat, and lavished the small wounds with the flat of her tongue where only two of her teeth had popped the surface of Lena’s skin. She couldn’t contain the moan that fell from her lips or the brief, bright bliss of having Kara’s teeth on her neck, and her scent gave away her secrets. Kara tore her skirt down with one hand, then ripped the buttons from Lena’s top with the other.

Lena tried to retaliate as much as possible, pulling at the alpha’s shirt while Kara ruined her panties by wrenching them off. They would both run out of clothes if they kept doing this to each other, but Lena wanted the brutality. She craved the chaotic energy that brought their mouths together in bruising kisses and bit at Kara’s lips until the alpha’s tongue took charge.

Kara gripped at her ass with punishing strength and the sweet ache riled Lena’s omega. She frantically unbuckled the alpha’s belt and dug her nails into her perfect hips when Kara rasped, “We’ll see which one of us comes on command.”

There was a blur of movement as Kara shoved down her pants, and Lena grunted when the alpha pushed into her. The broad tip of Kara’s cock plunged into Lena’s tight channel at an unforgiving pace and her cunt submitted with slick. She would have found this humiliating if Kara hadn’t groaned unabashedly, and she tightened her thighs around the alpha’s waist to taunt, “That’s not much of a challenge when you’re ready to blow your load already.”

It was a complete 180 of what she had mocked Kara for earlier, and the alpha frowned at her, conflicted as she tried to suppress her pleasure, despite the rougher way she fucked up into Lena’s cunt. God, it was so easy to mess with the Super that Lena had to laugh – and she did, right in Kara’s face, though the muscles of her cunt fluttered to warn of an impending orgasm.

Lena smirked at the crinkle of distress between Kara’s eyebrows and leaned in to lick along the slope of her neck. “How long would you last if I whispered in your ear that I want you to come inside me?” she asked in a smoky tone.

She found out pretty instantaneously when Kara’s moan turned to a snarl and the alpha pulled out to prevent herself from climaxing. She shouldn’t have enjoyed the anger on Kara’s face so much or grinned so smugly, but it certainly sent a shiver down her spine when the Super pushed her face first against the coffee table to spread her ass cheeks.

“If it’s a challenge you want, then maybe I should fuck you here,” Kara threatened, her dark tone in no way reflecting the very gentle way her thumb brushed over Lena’s puckered little ring.

She loathed the way her breath hitched from the slight contact, how her body signaled to Kara that the idea perversely thrilled her on some level. Lena opened her legs wider when she felt Kara’s cock nudge between her dripping slit, and exhaled a shuddery groan when the alpha plunged back into her cunt, rocking hard to keep her stretched while also teasing at her rosebud.

The sensual caress was so different to the powerful strokes of Kara’s shaft and Lena’s omega was trapped between the two sensations. The light stimulation caused her cunt to spasm whenever Kara touched her and her clit pulsed in need.

“If you think this will get me off, you’re wrong.” Lena bluffed, her strained tone wavering when Kara gathered up some of her slick to massage over her forbidden ring.

“Are you embarrassed that you’re into it?” Kara mocked, no doubt to get revenge for all of Lena’s head games about her performance. The alpha made no attempt to push into Lena’s innocent hole as she fucked her faster, but she did take great delight in whispering, “Who would have known that Lena Luthor would want me to fuck her ass?”

Lena’s face turned red from the crass question and she wanted to fight Kara on it on impulse, but her body had other ideas.

Kara exuded potent dominant pheromones that settled around Lena in a thick musk and she inhaled the scent before she thought better of it. Her knuckles were white from gripping at the coffee table and as Kara slammed into her, she grit her teeth together spitefully. She was determined not to give Kara the satisfaction of hearing her moan.

“Maybe I should get you a nice little decoration,” Kara taunted, spreading herself across Lena’s back to pin her completely to the cold glass table. The new angle kept her in deep and Kara bucked with abandon as she husked, “Something shiny and expensive to keep you open for when I want to have you here.”

Lena’s scent was both bitter and ashamed when her pussy contracted wantonly at the mere suggestion of Kara’s thumb pressing into her twitching ring.

The alpha never pushed inside, but she didn’t have to -  that was enough to excite Lena’s omega, and she choked on a moan. Kara was toying with her emotionally and her traitorous body was making it physical.

“I know that you would wear it for me,” Kara bragged, and reached under Lena’s pelvis with her free hand to slide her fingers across her slippery clit, not quite settling on a rhythm just to keep Lena on edge. “You’ll never admit it, but I know you would, because deep down you like when I’m in charge. It’s why you never swallowed until I said so.”

If Lena could have blasted the alpha right then with her Kryptonite heart she would have. How dare she say something so controversial while touching her in all the right places.

Lena swung her arm as if to try and strike the alpha, and Kara stilled her hips and rubbed into her clit so fast it sent vibrations all through her cunt.

“No, fuck,” Lena grit out as her body strained and pulled against the pleasure she tried to resist. “You have no right to say—”

“Come.” Kara growled, her sharp tone undoing Lena in the most undignified of ways.

Her omega submitted instinctively and Lena’s cunt compressed around the alpha’s cock. The rapid spasm of her orgasm was so divine that Lena couldn’t contain her guttural cry, and Kara emptied inside her with long moan as her prideful pheromones permeated the air.

Lena went limp with euphoria, blissfully ignorant of how she failed at her own game for all of three seconds - until Kara pulled out and her cunt continued to clench around nothing.

It was the emptiness that brought her back to herself, and she scrambled onto her feet in hot pursuit of confrontation with the intent to slap the smirk off of Kara’s face.

Lena almost did it. Her hand was already flying through the air when Kara turned to catch her wrist, and then suddenly they were kissing again. She wasn’t even sure who started it, just that it was furious and desperate enough to leave them both moaning. They were tumbling into bed the next second and Lena was blazing her own red trails down Kara’s arms, her chest, and anywhere she could reach as the alpha squeezed at her tits.

Kara gripped at one of her hips and pulled her close, and Lena relented to the alpha’s tongue in her mouth. It disturbed her how their kisses softened and she made quiet little noises of contentment as Kara slowed her thrusts. Her fingers threaded with Kara’s and then all of her animosity was gone as their eyes connected.

“You’re my omega,” Kara uttered and nipped down the column of Lena’s throat with tenderness that stilled her breath.

Lena opened her mouth, not to argue, but to force out the suffocating feeling in her lungs. She exhaled and inhaled a few times, and when those techniques only made her lightheaded, she clung to Kara and gave in to the sensation between her thighs.

The pressure of a massive knot growing inside of her was both pleasurable and startling due to its girth.

“That’s what we agreed upon,” Lena whispered at a delay, and let the knot form in her warm cunt. Her internal pulsing encouraged the knot to expand more, and soon it was stuck far deeper in her than was natural.

Kara gave a small thrust to firmly lodge it, and then gathered Lena to her chest to pull a blanket over her.

Lena was comfortable with her face tucked below Kara’s chin and their hands still joined. Neither one of them had an acerbic word for the other, and Lena felt so peaceful and lethargic that she almost didn’t glance up at Kara. Had she not, she wouldn’t have seen Kara lick her lips, or how those lips curled into a smile while she watched Lena relax.

“I think given the success of your plan, we ought to celebrate,” Kara proposed and brushed Lena’s curls back from her face.

Lena was out of her depth when it came to celebrations, and while she normally would have covered for that, she was honest for a change.

“I don’t really know how to celebrate,” Lena confessed in a quiet voice, then nodded as she explained a lesson that had been drilled into her from childhood. “Luthors believe it’s important not to rest on your laurels, and you should always be looking ahead to your next achievement.”

“That sounds like a whole bunch of nonsense to me,” Kara remarked and propped herself up on her elbow as she glanced between Lena’s legs, where the knot was beginning to soften. “How about donuts and ice cream?”

That suggestion amused Lena, who laughed and scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion. “Sure.”

The alpha gingerly slipped out of her and rushed into her cape and suit. “I won’t be gone long,” she promised and strode off towards the balcony with a final, firm command. “You rest.”

Lena dragged the bed sheets over herself with the intent to remain in bed, and for a long while after Kara flew off, she stayed where she was comfortable. She was experiencing a feeling she had never been exposed to before, and it brought color to her cheeks and a gentle smile to her face.

After lounging around for about ten minutes, she rose from bed with the sheet wrapped around her and waited for Kara at the window near her balcony. She had just identified the emotion in her chest as happiness when she spotted Kara speeding through the sky.

For a peculiar second her heart sped up, and Lena moved out to the balcony, where the fresh air whipped at the sheet and blew hair into her vision. She was on the cusp of believing that nothing bad was going to happen to her ever again with Kara by her side, but then the Super suddenly swayed mid air.

Red mist colored the sky around Kara, and then she fell like a shooting star.