Thirst - Full Story

Rating:  Explicit.
Description:  Kara seeks to confirm that vampires exist. All she confirms is that she's gay. Tags:  #Kara POV #Lena pleasures Kara #Lena's in control but yet still screams bottom to me? #This version of Lena is heavily influenced by Saskia from Secret Bridesmaids Business, what can I say?   



Kara felt her heart skip a beat as she dodged a couple holding hands and a group of their friends trailing close behind them. She turned down an alley to avoid the rest of the crowds. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Winn asked. His voice sounded small on the end of the phone as Kara quickened her pace down the dark avenue. “It’s not too late to come back and order pizza.”

Anticipation had her fingertips tingling as she walked, and she sighed at the sound of Winn’s concern.
 

Leaves were blowing in the wind, fluttering above her head like bats and she glanced at the moon. It hung heavy in the sky, swollen and bright like a beacon that guided the way.

“Of course it is,” Kara muttered into the phone and tightened her coat around herself as a cold breeze swept around her and tugged at her clothes. She imagined ghostly hands pulling her down the street and felt her mouth go dry as she caught sight of the tall building. “I’m almost there.” She whispered in excitement. “This is part of being a journalist, right?”
 

“You mean Paranormal Journalist.” Winn corrected with a laugh. “Seriously, Kara, you can’t be expecting this to be real. It’ll be some guy in leather acting like a douche.”

 

“Who said anything about a guy?” Kara retorted with a snort. “I don’t get it. You believe in aliens and alternate universes but you draw the line at everything else? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“At home where it should be, on Netflix.” Winn stated dryly, then heaved out a sigh that sounded like a hiss of static. “There’s a lot of crazies out there, Kara, and you keep running towards them in pursuit of a story. I worry about you.”

“Yeah, I know you do, but this is real, Winn.” Kara enthusiastically said, her head tipped back to take in the building she was about to enter. “I can feel it in my bones.”

“Shouldn’t you be feeling it in your veins?” Winn drawled sarcastically, then laughed at his own joke.

Kara rolled her eyes and fumbled with her bag to pull out her notebook. She checked the number and then announced, “Okay gotta go, I’m here. I’ll call you later.” She hung up before he could say anything else and took a few deep breaths to ready herself, then squared her shoulders and walked into the building as if she belonged there.

“Can I help you?” The woman behind the desk asked curiously, halting Kara on her way to the elevator.

“Yes, I have an appointment,” Kara said matter of factly. Her hand tightened around her notebook and she forced a smile onto her face.
 

“At this time of night?” The receptionist asked and cocked her head to the side. “Elevators are strictly for authorized personnel. I require a name to confirm your… appointment.” She sneered, her eyes trailing over Kara as if she was dressed too cheaply to be an escort.

Kara’s cheeks burned with indignation at the implication in the woman’s tone, and then she bit out sharply, “Lena Luthor. I’m here to interview her.”

Surprise flickered in the woman’s eyes, but she picked up the phone to confirm it, and with a shocked look, she waved Kara over to hand her a card key.  

“You’ll need this to get access,” the woman hissed, her curiosity gone as she huffed out, “ and I expect it back when you leave.”

Kara smiled tightly and strode into the elevator with determination. She watched the numbers jump as she soared to the top floor, and almost forgot to breathe when the metal doors slid open to reveal Lena Luthor’s luxurious apartment. 

“Hello?” Kara called out, but her voice was barely a whisper as she stepped out of the elevator to glance around. “Miss Luthor?”

Lena strutted to the door, paler than smoke in a black corseted top that contrasted with her skin. Her loose-fitting business pants and heels gave her a professional look, but her hair was down and wavy from the day, and she held a glass of red wine in one hand.

 

“What’s with the tape recorder?” Lena asked curiously. “I get the appeal of capturing the moment on video, but I don’t see the point in making a soundtrack of moans and dirty talk.“

Scrunching her brows and sipping at her wine, Lena began to glance up and down at Kara’s attire—the soft blue pea coat she wore, her striped button-up and trousers. Her eyes at last settled on the clipboard and notes in Kara’s hand and then she chuckled, not in embarrassment but in realization.

“Oh, my mistake,” Lena softly purred. “You’re not here to sleep with me.” 

Tugging her phone from her trouser pocket, Lena read a few texts and clicked on the screen.

“I thought you were my casual hook-up for tonight,” Lena clarified and then extended her hand to Kara. “I’m Lena Luthor. And you are?”

Having a panic attack, Kara thought, as she stared in awe. Her jaw was slack and she almost dropped her clipboard in her rush to extend her hand. She gushed, "I - I'm Kara Danvers, and can I just say I'm a huge fan of everything you accomplish with L-Corp? What you're doing is revolutionary."

 

Kara shook Lena's hand confidently but then sputtered awkwardly, "I work for Choose To Believe. It's a paranormal website focused on confirming the existence of the supernatural." 

Kara left out the part that she was the one who ran the site, and straightened up to assert, "I was hoping to interview you, Miss Luthor, about the rumors currently circulating."

Lena’s smile tightened and she peered down into the depths of her wine glass, which she drained in a few mouthfuls. She beckoned Kara towards the living room, and once they were settled side by side on the white leather couch, she announced, “I’m sure the rumors you’re specifically mentioning were started by ex-lovers. The truth is I just like a little rough play in bed, Kara, but by all means if you want to embellish for the sake of your story, I can give you a few good bites. Sound bites, that is. Ask me your questions?” 

Kara reddened at Lena's direct attitude and laughed nervously. "I'm not that kind of journalist, Miss Luthor. I don't embellish my stories. I'm only interested in the truth, even if it's not the lead it turned out to be."

Getting comfortable, Kara set her bag down and after a moment’s hesitation hit record on the device and set it on the coffee table. "There's been a lot of gossip lately about how nobody ever sees you in daylight, and I admit that it's pretty silly, but I dug through the past decade of news articles and press releases, and you've never attended any that were scheduled during the day. In fact, the last picture I found of you during the day was from a function you ran for the university you attended. Can you elaborate on why that is?"

“I prefer dealing with the press at the time of day when it’s not out of the ordinary to have a cocktail right afterwards?” Lena laughed and glided across the room to grab the wine bottle and another clean glass for Kara. She filled Kara’s and her own up to the brim, and when Lena sank down on the couch again, it was close enough for their knees to brush. Propping her arm up on a pillow, she flirtatiously chewed her bottom lip. 

“Next question,” Lena prompted in a low and raspy voice, while also giving Kara bedroom eyes. 

 
Heat prickled over Kara’s skin and she blinked rapidly as her mind went blank. Lena was definitely beautiful, and her charm was natural. Much to Kara’s embarrassment, she felt it working on her.

“I’ve only been in your presence for a few minutes, but I can certainly see why people would claim to be enthralled by you.” Kara laughed, and pushed her glasses up to distract from the fact that she was reacting to the intense way Lena watched her.
 

“I don’t normally drink when I’m working.” Kara stressed, but she was already lifting the wine to her lips with a shaky hand to take a sip in the hope that it would steady her nerves, or at the very least calm her erratic heart as she looked at Lena. “Going back to the picture I did find, many people have brought up how you never seem to age, and I have to agree you don’t look a day over your early twenties. Would you care to comment on how you stay so youthful despite the long hours you work, and the stress you must be under running L-Corp?”

Lena’s fingers played over her clavicle and rubbed at the side of her neck while she seemed to consider her answer. She sat forward as if speaking of confidential information in a crowded area rather in the privacy of her own home. “I spend heaps of money on French face creams and very expensive cosmetics,” she revealed. “I also spend most evenings relieving my stress in various ways. You inadvertently stumbled into one such evening tonight.” 

Hooking her fingers under Kara’s chin, Lena’s lips curved into a dangerous and provocative smile. “Maybe a hands-on experience with me would allow you to give a better first person account, and confirm or deny the rumors for yourself. What do you think?”

Fear and arousal evoked a delicious shiver that trickled down the back of Kara’s neck and pooled between her thighs as she exhaled sharply. 

Lena was mesmerizing, and her pale green eyes and her strong jaw drew Kara’s attention. Her full red lips looked so soft and inviting that Kara leaned forward as if she were about to feel them. Until her gaze took in the sight of Lena’s white teeth and Kara imagined how sharp they might be. Her mind conjured up the idea of them sinking into her neck and Kara’s breath hitched when she found the idea of it thrilling instead of terrifying. 

 

Shifting in her seat, Kara swallowed thickly. “I think you’re toying with me, Miss Luthor.” She whispered, her voice an unsteady rasp as she continued, “I’ll just say you stay very active.”

Attempting to remain professional, Kara sat back and instantly felt the loss of contact. She sucked in a breath and powered on as if she wasn’t turned on, or flustered by the fact that her panties were definitely wet. 

“When you are spotted outside, always at night, you’re typically in restaurants or at some event or social gathering. People have speculated that you don’t seem to eat when everyone else does,” Kara muttered. “How would you like to address this?”
 

Lena’s confidence appeared to waver and she sat back in a straighter posture, blushing and avoidant. She clasped her hands in her lap and then abruptly stood and left the living room. Returning with a bowl of chilled fruit, she plucked a dark red grape from a vine and pushed it into her mouth. The juices burst against her teeth and she picked up another. 

“Is this enough evidence for you that I do sometimes eat, or would you like a different demonstration?” Lena asked with a touch of annoyance in her voice. She chewed three more grapes, choking on the last hard enough that her eyes watered. 

Kara’s mind went straight to the gutter and it took more effort than she liked to not offer herself up to be devoured. She caught her lip between her teeth as she thought of Lena’s mouth on her, and she sighed almost dreamily before she forced out a laugh to cover it.

“It’s not every day that one of the most powerful CEO’s in National City angrily eats grapes to prove a point.” She quipped, and boldly reached out to stop Lena from popping another into her pouty mouth by taking her hand. Lena’s skin was cool and smooth beneath her fingers and Kara wondered if the rest of her felt like that as she leaned in to murmur. “I think it’s fair to say that the gossip going around is ridiculous, and you’ve obviously got a great sense of humor to entertain my questions, but I don’t want to be responsible for you choking to death because I’m an idiot.”

“Well, you’ve heard all of the stories. I’m already undead,” Lena husked and widened her eyes in mockery of the gossip as a grin pulled at her lips. “And honestly, if you wanted to choke me, I’d much rather you used your hands.” The gleam of mischief in her eyes combined with the way she sipped at her wine sent tingles through Kara. 

Lena reached forward and pressed the button on the tape recorder to stop it. “Since I’m answering your questions, why don’t you answer one for me?” she asked. “How did you get into investigating the supernatural?”

Kara was momentarily distracted by Lena’s cleavage and how it threatened to spill free of the corset, so for a second she sat dumbly until the question belatedly registered. “Oh that.” 

Kara smiled bashfully and dipped her head down until her chin was close to touching her chest. She grimaced slightly, and a soft noise lodged in her throat as she considered her words before uttering with a sigh: “Um, I guess I just… hoped there would be more? The universe is so vast and everyone’s open to the idea of there being more out there, so why not here on earth? I mean, I can’t be the only one.” Kara stated with a shrug, and then corrected quickly, “To believe. I can’t be the only one to believe. So I decided to go looking, because, well, why not?”

 

“Of course. There’s never any harm in looking,” Lena encouraged with a sly smile. She seemed on the brink of saying more, but the intercom in the foyer buzzed and she went to pick it up.

 

“I’m just finishing up an interview,” Lena disclosed to the receptionist. “Please send Miss – oh, I’ve already forgotten her name. Well, anyway, send her away with my apologies, and if anyone else shows up tonight, tell them I’ve gone to bed. Thank you, Jess.” 

Turning back to Kara, Lena strode towards the wet bar in the living room and scooted onto one of her stools. “So, Kara, come pull up a seat. Tell me a little more about yourself,” she urged. 

Kara didn’t even pause as she got to her feet. She slipped her jacket off to fold over the couch neatly and picked up her wine glass to join Lena. “What do you want to know?” She asked curiously, and hopped onto the stool next to Lena. “Nobody has ever interviewed me before so this is a whole new experience.” She laughed with her hands splayed over the counter as she gazed at the gorgeous CEO. Kara felt magnetized in her presence, drawn towards her as if another force was guiding her.

“If it’s your first time, I’ll be gentle with you,” Lena promised and then reached behind the bar to pick up her tablet. She used an app to lower the lighting in the room and put on quiet music that helped to lull Kara into a more relaxed state. 

Her serene green eyes fixated on Kara, and when Lena smiled again, Kara could have sworn there was a sharpness to her teeth that they lacked before – but it lasted only a second.
 

“I assume you’ve spent a lot of time researching supernatural beings,” Lena softly considered. “Have you ever had a close encounter with one?”

Kara took a sip of her wine and reflected honestly, “Well if I have, I didn’t know it, but that’s no reason to give up.” She concluded optimistically with a roll of her shoulders. 

Leaning an elbow onto the counter, Kara peered up at Lena with a grin. “Full disclosure, I studied journalism, but the site I mentioned is mine. I own and run it myself.” She chewed her lip and tried to look more confident as she admitted, “I’ve only been doing this a few months but I enjoy it.”

“What else do you enjoy, Kara?” Lena husked as her eyes drifted to Kara’s mouth, and then she bit down on her full bottom lip as if to control an urge. “This might be bold of me to ask, especially since you thought I was messing with you before when I mentioned a hands-on experience,  but have you ever spent the night with someone you just met? I think we have a good energy and I’d like to explore it if you’re interested.” 

Lena exhaled slow, but hard enough that her shoulders rose and fell, and she stared with open lust at Kara. The strap on her corset slipped down over her arm from the heavy way she was breathing. 

“Miss Luthor, I—” Kara laughed nervously as she felt her cheeks brighten with arousal and she gulped down the rest of her wine as if she hadn’t drank anything in days. Intrigue mingled with anticipation like a powerful drug and Kara intoned somewhat brazenly, “I’ve never done that, but I — I’m interested.” She motioned towards Lena as her eyes savored the sight of her, and blurted, “I mean how could I not be?”

With confidence, Lena moved from her stool to stand behind Kara and gently massage the knots in her upper back. “You seem very nervous. If you change your mind at any point, you need only tell me, and we’ll stop,” she whispered. “I will always ask your consent before I act, but if there’s anything you feel uncomfortable doing with me, please make your feelings known.” Her fingers found every little sore spot and loosened the muscles until Kara chuckled warmly. 

“How is that?” Lena asked, her lips hovering by Kara’s earlobe so that every warm breath tickled against sensitive skin. “Would you like to see the bedroom? The furniture in my living room is also quite versatile, so we could stay out here if you’d prefer—"

“That felt wonderful,” Kara confided. She shifted to look at Lena and bit her lower lip as she came eye-to-eye with her. “No, I want to see your bedroom. Take me there.” She murmured, her voice thick as she stood up and slipped her hand into Lena’s hand. 

This wasn’t where Kara had expected her night to lead but she was starting to think it was exactly what she wanted. 

“This feels like an elaborate fantasy that I didn’t even know I had.” Kara supplied as Lena walked them down the hallway to her bedroom. She could feel the slickness of her panties with every step, and her gaze followed Lena’s ass as it swayed seductively in front of her.

“Is that so?” Lena crooned, and coyly stared at her from underneath her thick dark lashes. “Well, I find that I make all kinds of self-discoveries when I sleep with someone I barely know. Especially when it comes to fantasies and what I like in bed. Let’s see what kinds of revelations you have while my face is between your thighs.”
 

The four poster bed in Lena’s room were fitted with fabric restraints, but she gestured to them and explained, “I won’t tie you up, unless you’re into that. We should take it slow and talk about what you like first. I assume using my fingers and mouth on you is alright?”

 

Spinning away from Kara, she removed her heels and pants, and placed them neatly on the dresser. In her panties and corset, with all of her tangly hair around her shoulders, Lena was captivating.

Kara’s breaths were already short and sharp with an anticipation that left her lightheaded. “You can do anything.” She hoarsely whispered as if in a trance, then caught herself and amended quickly, “I mean, no, not anything, but yes to what you just said.”

Kara felt overheated and starved for touch simultaneously. She swooned slightly when Lena stalked towards her purposefully, and she shuddered when Lena caressed her face with the backs of her fingers.
 

“Let’s start with getting you out of this.” Lena said and tugged at the sweater Kara wore while quirking an eyebrow expectantly.

 

Kara found herself pulling it off as though she found the material suddenly offensive, and dropped it unceremoniously at her feet as her eyes travelled lustfully over Lena.

 
Lena unclasped the back of Kara’s bra and moved it away to appreciate the swell of her breasts. Slipping her hands underneath them, Lena rubbed each nipple with a pad of her finger and then leaned down to use her tongue. Her full lips closed around both small peaks, and then she kissed her way up Kara’s neck almost to her lips — but Lena avoided that, and instead whispered, “Lie down, Kara. I want to see how you look in my bed.”

 

Kara whimpered. Her heart was pounding so fast she could hear it in her ears as she nodded. Her hands had a mind of their own as she slipped out of her pants, and she stood for a moment, bold in her near nakedness, without any trace of shame as Lena drank in the sight of her. 

Kara eagerly climbed onto the most expensive sheets her skin had ever felt and sank into them with a content sigh. She wriggled slightly to position herself directly in the middle and wondered what in the hell had come over her to act on such a crazy whim.
 

“I don’t usually do this.” Kara said nervously, her teeth worrying her lower lip as she was left to her own thoughts. “Not that there’s anything wrong with doing this, I don’t judge.” She rambled, all the while hoping that Lena would make her shut up so she could enjoy this for what it was without the fear of overthinking it.

Lena kneeled at the end of the bed and her smoldering stare alone was enough to make Kara’s hips pitch up from the mattress. Her long hair tickled against Kara’s thighs as she settled down between them and began to torturously play with her wet underwear. 

 “A lot of people do judge until they try it themselves and realize how exciting it can be,” Lena moaned and dipped her nose down to breathe in Kara’s natural perfume. 

 
With her dainty and beautiful fingers, Lena stroked along the edge of Kara’s panties. She sensually ran her thumb over the place where Kara’s lower abs and hips joined and palmed her cunt without undressing her further. 

“I should give you a few warnings about spending a night with me: you will feel absolutely drained in the morning,” Lena muttered, spreading Kara’s legs wider with her hands and positioning her in a completely open stance. “I don’t like a quick fuck, and usually that’s all one-night stands are interested in.”

Hearing that dirty word come out of Lena’s pretty mouth was equal parts shocking and arousing. But Kara’s her mind got stuck on the word drained more than it did the word fuck. It added an element of danger that Kara wanted to laugh over, but it settled lower in her stomach and coiled until she wondered if Lena was taunting her.  
 

“Well I have a lot of stamina, so you can take all the time you want with me.” Kara rasped, her throat dry because all the moisture in her body seemed to be gathering in her panties to desperately get Lena’s attention.
 

Kara felt recklessly impulsive, and grabbed onto the straps above her head to try and anchor herself in the moment. She wanted to rock into Lena’s touch, to feel her more firmly, but from her vantage point she could see the gleam in Lena’s eyes, the enjoyment of toying with her as she pleased.
 

“Nobody’s ever looked at me the way you are right now.” Kara whispered breathlessly, “Like I’m something just for them.”
 

Lena’s lips curled in a smile and revealed her gleaming white teeth, so perfect and intimidating when she spoke crisply. “Well, I’ve never wanted to devour someone as much as I do you. I’m going to enjoy you thoroughly.”
 

Lowering her mouth towards Kara’s thigh, she nuzzled into the warm crook between her leg and her sex. She eased Kara’s panties aside, her fingers sweeping through wet arousal.
 

Her index and middle fingers moved up and down on either side of Kara’s clit. Lena’s lips latched onto a sensitive spot on Kara’s inner thigh and she bit hard enough to bruise, but not break through skin. She paused to slide one finger into her mouth, then the other, cleaning both off before she buried her face between Kara’s legs.

The sharp pain of the bite tingled the further it travelled until it felt like tendrils of electricity that sizzled her nerves and awoke something wonderful inside of Kara, but it was the sight of Lena tasting her that really had her gasping. 

Spreading Kara’s pussy lips, Lena tongued her clit and stroked a finger along her shiny pink opening.

 

Kara pulled harder on the straps above her head as her hips bucked upward, a keening sound clawing its way from her chest as she fought to keep herself still. 

It was the most erotic sight, staring at Lena’s gorgeous pale face between her thighs. Lena’s red pouting lips wrapped around her clit and it was like a fevered dream come true. Kara had the urge to tangle her hand in black tresses to beg for more.
 

It wasn’t until her fingers were sinking into Lena’s hair that Kara even realized she acted on her desires. With her head thrown back, she let out a breathy moan. “God that feels so good…”

Lena inserted a finger inside of Kara and gently coaxed it against an inner wall until scorching juices ran down her wrist. She moved her mouth down to collect every drop, sliding her tongue into Kara. The gentle, repetitive motions of Lena’s smooth oral muscle made Kara’s knees begin to shake.

“Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” Lena asked as she paused to wipe her messy chin. 

She picked up right where she left off, delving deeper into Kara’s cunt with her tongue. 

Lena’s soft moans of enjoyment caused tiny flutters inside of Kara. 

 

Only when Kara’s grip tightened in her hair did Lena shift and suck harder on her clit. Her hot lips puckered while her tongue flicked devotedly. 

“Once.” Kara confided. “It was so bad, nothing like this.” She admitted, and her heels slid against the bed. Her free hand tangled into the sheets and she raised herself up shamelessly in her need to push her cunt into Lena’s skilled mouth, eager for everything Lena wanted to give her. “I had no idea it could be like this.” She confessed, her spine arching off the bed as her thighs trembled.
 

Kara felt like a spring being coiled. The building pressure inside her was better than anything she had ever experienced and she pulled her hands back to pinch her own nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she groaned, “Please, don’t stop.”

Lena drew torturous, lazy circles around Kara’s clit with the tip of her tongue. She reversed the pattern just as Kara’s leg jumped in pleasure. 

“You don’t have to worry about me stopping,” Lena purred thickly and locked her lips around Kara, bringing her right to the brink of orgasm, but doing all she could to postpone it. “I might not give you instant gratification, but every time I deny you, I promise it will make your eventual release that much more powerful. You’re going to come in my mouth over and over again tonight.” 

To prove it, Lena’s tongue lavished Kara with firm and wet little swipes. She held back when Kara began to shake violently, her brow breaking out in a sweat. 

Lena soothed her with her mouth afterwards, doubling down on her efforts to get Kara’s hips rocking. When Kara was a complete mess and vigorously thrusting her cunt up into Lena’s face, she allowed her to come for the first time.
 

Kara’s breath stuck in her throat and she swore she saw bursts of color behind her eyelids when the intensity reached its peak. It felt like she was crashing to earth, free falling in a way she had never known possible. She clutched wildly at the bed to steady herself as she shook uncontrollably. Her moaning would have been embarrassing if she fully heard it, but four out of her five senses had dulled. All that mattered was touch. 

This was the best night of her life and it was with a virtual stranger. A brilliant, sexy and highly intelligent stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
 

“How do you—” Kara panted through a bright and unbelieving grin. Every cell in her body tingled and she experienced such an immense euphoria that she was stunned she was still alive. “How do you touch me like you know me? Better than I know myself…”

Kara couldn’t think clearly. She was in a blissful haze and she indulged in the sensation of weightlessness that came with it.

Lena grinned and slid into place beside Kara, resting on one elbow while she stared down at her with hooded eyelids. Reviving Kara’s energy with delicate touches, Lena leaned in closer and whispered, “It’s a talent of mine. Imagine how much more we’ll both get to know about you before we’re finished here tonight.” 

 

Her nose grazed along Kara’s collarbone and she exhaled warmly along her neck. Lips hovering above Kara, she finally melded their mouths together in an open-mouthed and eager kiss. Swallowing down Kara’s quiet moan of surprise, Lena moved a hand behind her neck and intensified the kiss until their breathing became short and ragged. 

 

Lena positioned her thumbs along Kara’s labia and spread them outward, enough to get a look inside of her and push two fingers into her drenched cunt. 

“Do you need me to show you what else you like in bed, Kara?” Lena whispered. “Should I make you come for me again?”

 

“Yes,” Kara shamelessly husked, too lost in the moment to care about how desperate she sounded as she begged. “Please Lena, show me everything. Make me come undone so I can see who I really am.” She raised herself up to watch Lena’s fingers lazily plunge in and out of her reddening opening and rolled her hips to deepen the internal massage. 

Kara had never been so wet before, she could see herself glistening around Lena’s fingers, wetting her palm, and knew that she had probably ruined the silk sheets she was writhing on.

“You like watching me fuck you,” Lena observed a little forcefully and slammed her fingers harder into Kara’s sensitive and greedy pussy. Her fingers worked against the most responsive places inside of her and curled to elicit sheer pleasure. “What if I tie you up, Kara?” she whispered. “Are you comfortable with that?”

She delivered light slaps against Kara’s clit while pumping into her, then tugged her fingers free. Wiping arousal all over Kara’s belly, Lena waited for approval in the form of a nod and a verbal confirmation, then restrained her by the wrists. 

Lena rubbed her way back into Kara’s twitching, pink cunt and quickened her motions at a gradual pace. “Tell me it’s good, Kara, tell me I’m good and you want to see what else I can do,” Lena requested.

Kara strained in the leather cuffs, her fingers clenching and unfurling with every rapid thrust Lena saw fit to give her. She could hear the slick sounds of her cunt and whimpered as it sent a thrill straight through her. 

It felt wonderfully naughty doing something so indecent and she bit her lips as a moan pushed free from them. Kara Danvers, who blushed at the mention of someone else’s sex life, was getting off on hearing herself get fucked.

 

“So good,” Kara groaned wantonly. “God Lena, you’re so good, please…” Kara kept her legs spread wide and rocked herself ardently into Lena’s slender fingers as she pleaded. “Please keep showing me, let me see what you can do. I need it, I need—” 

Her breath hitched as Lena twisted her fingers and Kara threw her head back with a keening moan.

Lena thrust her fingers in deeper and caressed Kara until a hard convulsion of pleasure took hold of her body. To strengthen the release, Lena persisted in rubbing Kara’s clit throughout orgasm. Her thumb moved furiously over her, exciting the nerves until Kara’s vision faded out. 

As soon as Kara’s neck went slack and she fell limp in the restraints, Lena opened the drawer on her night table. She slipped a condom onto a purple silicone toy and covered it in lubricant. Warming it up in her palm, she asked, “ Are you into all of this, Kara?” 

“More than I ever realized I would be.” Kara breathlessly responded as she gazed at the toy in Lena’s hands. Her honesty was raw and rough on her tongue, but her inhibitions were nowhere to be found and she reveled in the chance to be free in her desires.

Kara’s pussy still throbbed with aftershocks and she clenched her thighs together to get some friction, but it did little to quell how insatiable her body felt. The loss of contact was unbearable. Her skin was on fire and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat but she wanted more — she wanted Lena’s delicate, deceptively strong hands back on her, and she whimpered to convey it.

Lena used the toy to tantalize Kara first, and gathered up wetness to smear over her clit. Urging another jolt of pleasure out of Kara with her fingertips, she gently eased the toy in halfway.
 

She began a slow pumping motion and watched with parted lips while Kara’s opening stretched to accept more. 

As soon as she settled into a steady rhythm, Lena wrapped herself around Kara. Desire fluttered in Kara’s belly as Lena held her close in a tantric embrace.

Lena’s eyelashes seemed heavy over her hypnotic eyes. Her glossy mouth fascinated Kara. Those bold red lips could probably speak the secrets of the universe. They whispered vows against the side of Kara’s neck. “You are going to have an extraordinary experience tonight. I swear it. I’m going to make you feel alive, and open your eyes to so many new things, new possibilities—”
 

At a faster thrust, Lena drove the toy into Kara and stroked her clit with her thumb. Lena’s mouth followed a blue vein and her teeth sank into Kara’s pulse. Her incisors appeared to be sharp enough to pierce flesh, but Kara’s skin was impervious. 

 
Lena bit down harder and sucked as she plunged the toy into Kara’s pussy. 

A strangled, and sordid moan burst from Kara’s throat, and her hips moved in provocative undulations to take the toy Lena stuffed into her cunt. 

Kara struggled against the restraints because she could, the fight of it heightening the exquisite rush of fear that Lena injected into the moment with her wonderful mouth. 

White hot pain radiated through Kara, burning her senses and leaving her breathless as she gasped for more. She imagined Lena’s sharp teeth puncturing her creamy skin the same way they had the grapes and it shouldn’t have made her wetter, but it did. She could feel her arousal trickle down her parted lips and tried valiantly to fuck herself harder.
 

Kara wrapped her legs around Lena to use her as leverage and began to quiver all over from the intense stimulation. Lena’s finesse in bed had Kara feeling delirious and her shallow breaths became more urgent, her heels dug into the bed and she jerked into Lena’s every forceful and rewarding thrust.
 

The leather cuffs kept her arms suspended and Lena coaxed her into a graceful curve, where she could pound the toy into Kara’s pussy at the perfect angle. In that straining position, Lena took her even more vigorously, and the loud slapping noise of Kara’s pussy resounded around the room. It was like being at the hands of a performer who dabbled in illusions and Lena could make Kara appear to float.
 

Back arched and twisting, Kara groaned incoherently, and Lena manipulated her whole being with elegance. 

Kara’s entire frame was poised and at the ready for Lena, on the precipice of a strong release. Spasms of pure bliss had Kara crashing back onto the bed and thrashing in the cuffs. Delicious sensation after delicious sensation blended into each other.

Lena freed her from the restraints and gave her time to recover while she stood up and unfastened the cords at the back of her corset. Pushing it away and rucking down her panties, Kara could see all of Lena’s fair skin and the sparse dash of freckles across her body. Her smooth, pale pussy attracted Kara’s attention. She crawled back over and straddled Kara’s lap.
 

Lena kept the toy burrowed inside of her while she simultaneously grinded down into Kara’s wetness. She stoked Kara’s arousal with her own cunt and brought her to another fast and desperate orgasm. 

Getting herself nice and slick from Kara, Lena took a slow ride. “Come again for me, Kara,” she pleaded. “Prove to me it was the right decision to invite you to stay.” 

With her hands free, Kara was greedy in the way she grabbed at Lena. She moaned erotically as she smoothed her hot palms over Lena’s cool skin and clutched her closer, lustful in her pursuit of having more contact. She was staring at Lena’s hips as she rolled them, so mesmerizing and fluid, and the slower pace felt strikingly more intimate. Kara could barely take it. The toy was still lodged inside her deeply, her pussy still wrapped tightly around it from her last orgasm, and with every sensuous glide Lena took, she squeezed around the length.

 

“Everything about you is amazing.” Kara murmured thickly, completely enamored. Lena was every bit as ethereal as silvery moonlight and her smoky eyes inflamed Kara’s senses until all that she could think about was Lena. 

She didn’t consciously decide to move—it was impulsive, the way she leaned up to brush her lips over Lena’s breasts. Kara’s tongue slid out to flick against her nipple and then she captured the stiff peak between her teeth and sucked hard. Her hips gyrated with abandon, and she wrapped one arm around Lena’s lower back, while her other hand pressed into the bed to keep her balance. 

They moved in unison as Kara began to quake, her short, sharp breaths much louder as she chased euphoria. She came with a throaty cry, her body going rigid as she gushed and pulsed uncontrollably, all of her building excitement trickling freely from her clenching cunt. Kara sank heavily into the bed as she gasped for breath.

Lena never relented, not until hours passed by and the first gleam of sunlight began to peek through the drapes. Only then did Lena leave the bed, slinking across the bedroom in her robe to shut all of the heavier curtains. 

Kara must have slept at some point, because when she lifted her head, she found a breakfast with warm scrambled eggs, fruit and toast beside her. A single long-stemmed rose sat in a vase, alongside a note in pretty script:

I hope you have enough information for your story, but should you have more questions, come by to see me at 7 o’clock on Friday. – L. 

Wrapped in a sheet, Kara read it only to blush, and grin, as she realized she felt conflictingly depleted and energized simultaneously. She devoured the breakfast and got dressed, amazed that she could walk at all, then slipped the note into her pocket. After a second’s hesitation, she took the rose that had been left for her and twirled it between her fingers as she returned to the elevator looking pleasantly disheveled and fresh faced.

 

The woman behind the desk look startled to see her, and Kara passed off the key card with a happy sigh on her way out.

 

It wasn’t until the bright morning light made her squint that she remembered she’d said she would get in touch with Winn, and hurriedly searched her bag for her phone.

 

She had 12 missed calls and a few frantic texts, and she hit the call button. Winn picked up after the third ring to sputter, “Kara? Are you okay? It’s almost eight in the morning and you never called me back, what happened?”

 

“Something amazing.” Kara laughed, “I don’t think Lena Luthor is a vampire but she is definitely the most interesting person I’ve ever met.”
 

“Wait you—you actually got to interview her?” Winn sounded shocked and Kara didn’t have the energy to care.

 

“I did.” Kara confided, her smile carrying down the line as she sauntered down the street. “In fact, I get to do a follow up interview this Friday. I’m already looking forward to it.”