End Simulation - Chapter 4 Sneak Peek

Of all the things Lena Luthor could handle, having a rational discussion about being pregnant with a Kryptonian baby was absolutely not one of them. To be pregnant at all was hard enough, but for it to have happened so fast and as the result of a foolish mistake was a whole other level of disastrous.

 

Most people planned for their families with their partners, but she didn’t have a partner. She had a lying best friend, and the only plan she made involving Kara was to eject the alpha from her life as soon as her efforts to reform humanity came to fruition. Now she would have to alter her course, because like it or not, there was a little piece of Kara inside of her and they would always be connected from that day onward.

 

Pure, unadulterated rage had Lena grinding her teeth and she stopped in front of the alpha. “I said take your clothes off.” She reiterated, because all of the roiling emotions within her demanded a release and the only kind she could stomach wasn’t a cathartic heart to heart. Lena would ride out her anger, literally, until her body and mind disconnected from each other. She couldn’t face what came after that, not yet. 

“Last chance, or you can get out,” Lena warned. 

Kara seemed to be at odds with herself and wrestling with her limited options. Her face showed concern, but her rut was getting stronger and her erection was ready to rip through her Supersuit. She tugged at her top, exposing her toned abs, and then made the mistake of opening her mouth.



“We need to have this conversation. It’s not just about us. It’s about the bab—”
 

Lena’s hand sliced through the air to slap Kara’s invisible glasses so hard it sent them flying across the room and suddenly Kara was back in her civilian clothes, looking at her with wild, disbelieving eyes. 

The noise still rang in Lena’s ears, sharp and startling like a gun shot, and she exhaled a stuttered breath because she couldn’t believe she had just struck Supergirl.
 

It didn’t hurt Kara, physically at least, but the shock on her face fragmented and solidified until she was staring tight-lipped at Lena. “You just hit me.” She finally remarked, her eyes dark and jaw tense.
 

Red hot anger scalded up Lena’s neck and tears pooled in her eyes. She felt like a new example of Schrödinger’s cat, simultaneously sorry and not sorry, fearful and fearless, filled with love and loathing in equal measures. “I told you several times to stop talking!” She hissed out, her omega hormones making her positively feral. “Besides, it was only your glasses and it helped you out of your suit much faster.”
 

“I know you’re angry with me because—well, because I knotted in you without protection,” Kara insisted and stepped forward with her hands outstretched and a pleading gleam in her eyes. “I get that it was irresponsible, but looking past all of that, aren’t you the least bit excited? I just want to know how you feel. Please, Lena.”
 

Lena’s natural pheromones were reaching levels they shouldn’t have been able to reach and somewhere in the back of her brain she knew it was the pregnancy already affecting her moods and making them more extreme. “We’re not talking about my feelings!” She shouted with a hysterical and angry tremor to her voice. “Keep your mouth shut, or you can put your glasses back on, suit up and fly away. Do you hear me?”
 

“Oh I hear you.” Kara snarled back, and reached up to rip her own shirt off so roughly that she knocked a lamp over with it. She was reacting to the heady scent in the air, as if Lena was a drug that had been pumped into the room the same way oxygen was in casinos. Except the stakes were so much higher between them and Kara stood trembling, as if barely holding herself together.
 

The sight of Kara so close to losing herself completely propelled Lena forward and she urgently tugged the belt on her pants open as Kara’s rough hands tore the lacy fabric of Lena's bra. 

“That was expensive.” Lena shrilly stated, her designer bra nothing but shreds now.

“Bill me.” Kara fired back, and there was something aggressively close to enjoyment in her dark eyes that sparkled like all of the stars in space.
 

Lena sneered in return, all white teeth and red stained lips as if she was ready to attack, her hot breath coming out in short, excited pants right before she lunged at Kara. They came together like a natural disaster, destined to turn the surrounding area to rubble around them, devastating but wonderful in their chaotic beauty.

Kara pulled Lena against her so roughly it knocked the wind from Lena’s lungs. She tore at her skirt and Lena retaliated with frantic hands that clawed at Kara’s back, embedding in the waistband of her pants as she fought to push them off. They were a mess of limbs and fabric, full of so much desperation that they knocked over a coffee table and shoved a leather chair so hard it ended up on the balcony.
 

Lena’s kiss was a declaration of war and she sealed it with a snarl as her hands tangled in Kara’s hair to fist roughly. Her love was fierce and deadly, and her heat and the pregnancy and her plan to save humanity all blurred and burned and left her raw until all that was left was Kara. Lena wanted to destroy her and remake her and revere her until the screaming inside her heart stopped.
 

Kara finished kicking off her pants and pushed her tongue between Lena’s lips, groaning when she bit at them. She grabbed at Lena possessively and her cock pressed roughly into Lena’s side. They both scrambled to rid Lena of her panties, and then Kara pushed Lena onto the floor like she belonged there. Lena opened her legs and held on as Kara forcefully plunged into her scorching cunt, all while moaning wantonly, so eager to be fucked to oblivion.