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Lena's Secret update
🕑 Added 2017-04-01 19:17:48 +0000 UTC Now that she’d gotten Alex’s blessing—well, her acceptance—she was okay with it—it was time for Kara to tell Lena. And possibly have some hardcore sex. One or the other, both were fine.Lena’s apartment, since she’d finally moved out of the hotel she’d been staying at and found a proper mortgage, reminded Kara a little of home, funnily enough. Lena had a thing for crystals, clear glass. Instead of wood, the furniture had its plush cushions set into glassware frames, which was so avant-garde Kara was still a little squeamish about sitting down. The counters were the same smoky, tinted glass, though thankfully the appliances were more traditional. It all made Kara remind herself that Lena was creating jobs, employing someone to squeegee all her surfaces every day.
She came in and there was Lena, waiting for her, one of her fashionable trenchcoat buttoned closed and fitted so tight to her body that it could’ve been all she wore. She looked thrillingly paradoxical without heels, just her stockinged feet on the white carpet—her make-up still impeccable, her hair incredible, but the slightest taboo in there being a chink in her armor.
“Lena, I have something I want to tell you—“
“Get the door,” Lena said.
Kara closed it behind her, and the moment she did, the apartment’s artistic lighting became red and blunt and gruesome.
Red sunlight.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Lena asked, standing from the arm of the couch she’d been leaning on, holding a remote in her hand. “Your big secret? That you tried to hide from me? How long did you think I wouldn’t know?”
The red sunlight wasn’t uncomfortable, except in the prickling subconscious way of knowing her powers were being leached out of her, suppressed, a more human existence being imposed on her. She was losing her senses, she was finding out that she couldn’t fly, but all of that was immaterial next to finding out that Lena couldn’t be trusted.
Lena set the remote on a niche where her phone was charged, then toyed almost mockingly with the belt on her trench. “You’re evil, Kara. An alien invader, come to destroy everything. And now you have me prisoner. You’ve found out my secret.”
Lena opened her trenchcoat.
“I’m Supergirl.”
Kara blinked. Lena was wearing the Supergirl costume that a sorority girl on Halloween would pick. The top came up to just under her breasts, the skirt came down to only mid-thigh, and the cape seemed really insubstantial. The boots were nice, though. Knee-highs, Jesus…
“You’re such a monster,” Lena continued, nestling her hands on the hem of her skirt and trying to pull it down further than it was meant to go. “You even made me take off my panties. And with my skirt so short and skimpy, anyone could see me… down there. You criminal!”
Kara had to admit, Lena had a rich fantasy life. “I’m… I’m going to do more than that, Lena—“
“Superslut,” Lena interrupted, whispering sotto voce. “Call me Superslut.”
Oh God, Kara took it back, how clichéd could you get? Though she supposed at least Lena got off on it. Bank robbers just thought they were so clever…
“You’re going to service my deviant sexual desires, Superslut!” Kara stated firmly, feeling uncomfortably like she was at a job interview. I have two identities, why is this role-playing stuff coming so hard to me? “Otherwise, I’ll… I’ll blow up the city!”
“No!” Lena sniffled. “Don’t do it! The people!”
Oh Rao, do I really sound like that? I don’t sound like that.
“Fine,” Lena continued, setting her jaw. “If it’ll… save lives. I’ll let you ravage me.”
She went to the kitchen table, where she’d set a handbag like a centerpiece. Nice handbag, too. Kara would have to ask her where she’d got it. Lena opened it up and brought out… yup, that was a strap-on. And either she wanted Kara to clean her glasses with that spray bottle or it was lube.
Probably lube.
“Just please be gentle with me…” Lena cast big, puppy dog eyes in Kara’s direction. “I’m a virgin.”
C’mon, Lena, have you seen me? Do I look like I have trouble getting laid? Though, admittedly, Kara was currently having a bit of difficulty getting out of her pants. Hopping a little. She’d never thought about how little she had to worry about keeping her balance without being able to fly. But finally, she got her pants off, only then stopping to think that if she’d known she were role-playing some fiendish villain, she probably would’ve gone for different underwear than the pink thong.
Then again, some of them…
Kara got into the harness with a minimum of fuss, though she doubted she’d ever get used to having that protruding from there. No wonder guys were so obsessed with the things—it really was hard to focus with something like that between her thighs. Then she took the lube and, oh, it was kinda like a whipped cream aerosol can, fizzing out a thick blotch of clear cream that she ran down the length of her, errr, Johnson?
This is all getting pretty Freudian, Kara thought, massaging the lubricant into her thing’s contours. Then, because it was Lena, she sprayed a little more on just to be on the safe side and massaged that in as well. Then, just to be really on the safe side, she squeezed out a huge wedge of it onto her thing’s tip and it fell off and hit the carpet.
“Oh, umm,” Kara said, “does this stuff stain? I mean, do you have any club soda?”
Lena dropped her cringing bondage superheroine act, staring at Kara imperiously. “Really not the time, Kara. Just call me a whore or something!”
“You’re a… you’re a sex worker,” Kara said. “You’re really good at it though…”
Lena rolled her eyes, so Kara pushed her hand into Lena’s scalp. Though not causing any pain, it was so shocking a gesture and so quick a move as to be aggressive. And for once, Kara didn’t have to worry about shaking someone’s hand and crushing their fingers, about stepping down too hard and cracking concrete…
She pushed her fingers into Lena’s hair, scouring her hand close to Lena’s skull. The red lighting tried its best on Lena’s dark hair, holding the crimson back so it was only in glints, like embers of a dying fire. It was probably just that impression registering in Kara’s head, but Lena’s hair felt very warm as Kara grasped a handful of it and pulled Lena close to her.
God, her arm was flexing but she wasn’t hurting Lena at all, wasn’t too strong, wasn’t too alien—she was just a little rough for Lena. “I said, Superslut, that you. Are. A sex worker.”
“I… I’m a sex worker,” Lena agreed, quivering, but Kara didn’t need her supersenses to know it wasn’t fear shaking her.
“Hold still,” Kara ordered, releasing Lena’s hair with one last tug, so it fell disheveled in front of Lena’s face.
She got down on her knees and could already smell Lena, that scent of hers that was under every perfume, every body wash, every shampoo. She unhooked the skirt and swirled it away. Lena’s arousal was running down her thighs like she was a lit candle melting down, and Kara slapped a hand on the inside of Lena’s knee and ran her palm up the trim muscle, smiling up at Lena as she rubbed her own wetness into the skin of her inner thigh.
“Jesus,” Lena whimpered.
“Get down here,” Kara commanded, and Lena moaned as she obeyed. Kneeling down in front of Kara, so slowly and eager to please that it was a submission, and Kara could feel a surge against the base of her strap-on with every breath she took. Lena wanted that. Lena wanted her to use that.
She took Lena by the shoulders and laid her down to the side, rolling her onto her back, hair a spilling copper mess on the scarlet carpet, face flushed into fire, the blue of her crop top and its darkened S a shadow that seemed to be trying in vain to cover her. Down between her legs, the little flame of her dark hair refracting the red sunlight, oasis in a red desert. Kara felt herself breathing hard. She never breathed hard.
She quickly positioned herself on top of Lena’s lush body, wondering how she could be so lucky, wishing she could roleplay but she couldn’t, she could only think of how lucky she was, how fortunate she was to have every little part of Lena. It seemed like there should be an arm missing, a leg she wasn’t entitled to, but it was all there and Lena had decided that it was all hers. Kara brought her dildo to the opening it was made for and she plunged inside, carefully, gently, but Lena was so wet it was like she was being sucked down there. She had enough of her senses left to feel the flood that welcomed her into Lena’s starving sex.
Kara lunged away in complete bliss, pumping and plunging into Lena. She felt Lena’s needing body shiver and shake with passion, her breasts glimmering and quivering in the light as they heaved, trying to catch the darkroom light that bounced off them. Kara bent down to kiss them, kiss the S, and it all felt so apropos she could scream.
Just for now, pretend Lena knew. Just for now, pretend Lena understood.
Lena’s hands came up, circling Kara’s face, catching her for a kiss that went on so long it distracted Kara from the motion of her hips, and Lena had to give a little twitch of her lower body to compel Kara to start again, thrusting into her and producing those indelible little moans that tickled Kara’s tongue inside Lena’s mouth.
It was a little cheeky for a Supergirl to be with her arch-nemesis, though, so Kara took one of Lena’s hands by the wrist, wrenched it away from their bodies, and stretched it across the floor to pin it to the ground. Lena’s fingers tightened on the lush carpet, seeming more turned on than ever by Kara’s casual mastery over her.
“Oh—you villain—you’re going to run that thing through my body—you’re going to impale me with it—oh God—you’re killing me!” she groaned happily. “I’m dying… dear God, I’m dying.”
Kara felt herself smiling and tried to stay in character. Right now, the bad guy didn’t care if Supergirl lived or died, so long as she could rid herself of all the anger in her body.
It wasn’t too far from the truth. Having red sunlight bearing down on her, superseding her powers, meant that she could cut loose. She could fuck Lena as hard as she wanted and maybe, just maybe, Lena could take it.
Kara felt a burn in her muscles as she hunched into Lena, held her down against vigorously false protests, and she loved knowing that she was giving everything she had to her girlfriend.
The whole thing seemed so unreal to Kara. She had never had a lover so completely under her power, gasping and bucking as though she was trying to give more and more of herself to Kara. She’d had sex, it had been good, but it had never been like this. Now—with this beautiful, loony, awe-inspiring creature, some of the awkwardness and nerves she’d been living with had been squelched. Not everything had to be a test, or a secret, or a challenge. It could be just… a game. It could be them.
Though Kara wanted to continue the ravishment of Lena’s lust-crazed body, she couldn’t. Her body had reached its newfound physical limits, imposed on it by the red hue that colored everything. But that was alright—she could see from Lena’s flushed face, her disbelieving gaze, the ruby-red sheen of the sweat that covered her, that she was more than satisfied.
As Kara lay panting, trying to catch her breath, she took the dildo from inside of Lena and rested her body over Lena, as sweaty and breathless as she herself. She remembered in quick flashes all the little delights Lena had enjoyed, the helpless thankfulness that had shone in her eyes, over the seeming eternity that Kara had been able to keep the rhythm going. Her muscles might be on fire now, sweaty and sore with effort, but Lena’s need had driven her as far beyond her limits as her own determination ever had.
Kara felt herself grinning. The appropriately reddish warmth on her lap was not her own, it was Lena’s. She’d enjoyed herself many times, so much so that it was smeared on Kara’s body as well.
“So what did you want to tell me?” Lena asked, sounding wonderfully breathless. Like she’d never stop panting.
“Oh, am I Kara again?”
“Well, you’re no supervillain,” Lena ribbed. “Next family reunion I go to, I’m getting you a few tips.”
“Or maybe I could just roll you over,” Kara teased. “Do it that way.”
Lena bit her lip. Kara could see her thinking about it. If she had her X-ray vision, and could look into Lena’s brain for the exact thought itself, it could not have been more obvious.
“Maybe in the morning,” Lena offered. “I think I’ll be having enough trouble sitting down.”
“Alright, Supergirl. Mind turning off the mood lighting? Red isn’t your color.”
“Every color is my color…” Lena groped for the remote, but it was too far away. “Christ… Siri, resume normal lighting!”
The red vanished, replaced by normal white light. Without her skin cells processing her native spectrum, Kara could feel the stored yellow sunlight racing back through her body.
Again, she had to worry about touching Lena, crushing Lena—about everything that was her being a danger to Lena, from her enemies to her allies.
And Alex had asked her how she could date Lena when it was such a risk. The question was how Lena could date her.
“Your sex dungeon is a smart home,” Kara said. “Which Fifty Shades book was that?”
“The one where the two lesbians go to bed and cuddle all night while watching TV. And one of them has a monster movie marathon saved on her DVR.”
“All this effort to get me in the mood and you could’ve just said that…”
