5.

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Kara let out a cute squeal as Clark forced her onto her belly. He felt some shock at himself for being so rough with the girl, but it was fleeting. The lust that swirled within him quickly drowned it out. He drew his eyes over her naked body as he moved to straddle her thighs, admiring the sensual line of her back, the pleasing swells of her hips… and the full, lush cheeks of her ass.

She was unique from Karen, her younger body more lithe and girlish than her present-universe counterpart's. Kara didn't possess the same bold curves that Karen did, but Clark found her femininity alluring all the same. With one hand, he felt his way up her thigh, over her buttocks, and onto her back, sliding his hand up, up, up, until he ran his fingers through her long, golden hair. Then he took a firm hold, forcefully turning her head so that he could look her in the eye.

Kara gasped and shivered at his rough touch. Clark watched the tremble roll down her back. It pleased him, a wicked heat burning in his chest. And between his legs, his cock ached, hard like Kryptonian steel.

He inched forward on his knees, bringing his manhood ever so closer to the silken treasure it yearned to plunder. The swollen crown nestled itself nicely between Kara's pert buttocks, twitching as it felt the grace of warm flesh again. Just as delectable as Karen's tits were.

It was Clark's turn to shiver, a deep groan wavering in his chest.

"Rao… You always were a little tease, Kara." He slurred almost as if he were drunk, releasing Kara's hair to draw his hand down her smooth back. He marveled at the smoothness of her skin, the perfect warmth of her body under his roaming fingertips.

His cock twitched harder, angrier now. His darker impulses were becoming impatient. But still Clark took his time. He was still in control. And twisted words continued to spill from his lips.

"Flying around in your tiny skirt… and your tight shirt… showing off your tight belly… and your juicy thighs… and your cute little ass…"

His hand came down to palm Kara's rear-end, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. His other hand joined the fun, taking the other cheek. For a short moment, he had his fun, exploring the weight and heft of Kara's delicious derriere. He batted the cheeks from side to side, watching them wobble and quake under his touch. He urged his groin forth, setting his fat cock between the swells, breathing in deep as his manhood was caressed by the soft, warm flesh.

Beneath him, Kara moaned and squirmed. Soft, little sounds from her plump lips came, giving the image of a weak little girl. But her body told a different story. With bold defiance, she raised her cute tushy into his cock, wiggling her ass against him. A stunning tease in the face of his greater strength. The heat in Clark's chest only grew hotter.

"I just wanted to look cute…" Kara whined innocently. But her blue eyes were bright with wickedness.

Clark liked it. And that stunned him. But not enough to keep him from slapping his palm down onto Kara's sweet little ass. She squealed again, higher pitched this time. Her buttocks wobbled from the strike and Clark watched, captivated.

What the hell happened to her? And what the hell is happening to me?

His voice came again, deep and rumbling. A growl of savage lust that was shocking to his own ears.

"Yeah, you liked showing off, didn't you?" Clark reached out and palmed Kara's ass again, groping roughly at the soft swells. He swept at her again, this time from the side, sending her plump buttocks into another series of mesmerizing quakes. The little blonde whined at his cruelty, flattening her lithe body into the mattress. But Clark's sharp tongue lashed out again, taunting her. "You wanted everyone to see how pretty Supergirl was. You wanted all the boys to dream about you. About the cute little minx that they could never have."

Clark didn't give her time to counter his accusations. His other hand went to the back of her neck, holding firm and keeping her pinned beneath him. She may have worn the "S" like him, but Clark was the strongest living Kryptonian. He was the Man of Steel. And he would have his way.

His free hand continued to busy itself down at her buttocks. For a long moment, he groped his fill, taking delight in the softness of her lush flesh - and feeling dark glee at Kara's helplessness. The little blonde's quiet, simpering moans were splendid music, further fueling Clark's darker impulses. A grin broke across his face as he watched Kara squirm.

"I bet you wanted things to end up like this. You and Karen both." He shot a quick glance at the older - and bustier - of the two blondes. Karen was watching the display in silence, the mature lines of her regal face holding subtle but keen interest. She and Clark shared a brief look and he caught a glimmer in her eyes. Approval. His grin turned into a smile. He turned back to Kara, slowly grinding his cock into her ass.

"You two planned this, didn't you? Inviting me to stay with you so I'd be outnumbered. You'd wear me down until I broke and you'd get me into bed." He was growling now, low and beastlike. His heart hammered, shooting frothing blood to the reaches of his powerful body. His cock thrummed with need and his balls ached, churning with seed. With both hands, Clark reached down and spread Kara's pale, reddened cheeks, revealing that alluring, glistening pink. "Because I'm the only man in the world who can treat you the way you deserve."

Kara whined again, lifting her rear into his groin. An offering. Or a challenge.

"You're the only man in the world who deserves to have us, Clark." The younger blonde moaned, throwing a look over her shoulder that was downright scorching. "No one else is strong enough. No one else is man enough."

There was a part of Clark that was very pleased to hear that. He had never seen himself as above the rest of the world. Ma and Pa Kent had taught him that. But to hear such a vixen say it… even if she was Kara, his own blood…

Breathing in deep, Clark ran his thumb over her silken lips, feeling the heat and the slick of her arousal. Kara sighed, shivering beneath him. With both thumbs he spread her, revealing only a hint of the divine treasure of her body. He inched back, putting his cockhead to her sex but not yet entering.

His body thrummed with anticipation, every bone in his body screaming at him to take, to fuck. But still he waited. He needed to hear her say it.

"There's no going back from this." He said to Kara… as well as himself.

"I don't care." She answered.

Clark gave a short nod. Then he gave a quick, strong thrust, sending several inches of his manhood piercing into Kara's tight, soaking sex. The lithe, little blonde released a beautiful scream. Clark only gave a deep grunt, holding firm to her hips as she clenched around his cock. He continued to sink himself into her, inches and inches sliding between her soft, warm folds.

Sinking. Yes, he was sinking. Into Kara. Into himself. Engulfed by something dark and twisted and deliciously hot. There remained a voice of reason, somewhere in his mind, demanding that he stop. But it was getting quieter and quieter, almost silent now. And the sensation of Kara's womanhood gripping his cock was so much more pleasing to him than thoughts of right and wrong.

Clark resigned himself to his lusts. Grunting like an animal, he started to fuck her. Working his hips, forcing his cock deep into her tight, little pussy, Clark fucked the little blonde who called herself his own blood. And the tiny, cute gasps coming from her mouth told him that she wanted more.

Catching her sweet scent in the air only further fueled the blaze within him. With a snarl, Clark worked his body hard and steady, plunging his shaft into Kara's virgin cunt. Deep, deep, all the way down to the root. Every thrust had his hips impacting against her ass, sending ripples through the flesh. A maddening sight, so depraved and so beautiful.

The bed frame was shaking, thumping loudly against the wall - though it was a testament to his unshakeable control that the whole damn building hadn't crumbled around them.

Kara too showed control. As she wailed and cried, she clutched at the sheets - and for a moment lost grip of her strength. Her fingers sliced through the material like tissue paper. She caught herself still, Clark noted, flattening her hands against the bed soon after. Even as he laid claim to her womanhood, Kara remained aware of her power. Any other time, Clark would have been proud. But he could only marvel at the heat and tightness of her sex that engulfed him.

The sensations of pleasure and bliss that their joining drew from Clark's body was unparalleled. Far beyond anything he had ever felt with Lois or Lana before her. The wonderful agony of Kara smothering his cock, strangling his manhood in a vise grip, damn near had him shuddering. This was what it was truly like, he realized, for a man to fuck.

Clark worked his hips harder, faster, skewering the little blonde onto his fat cock. And as Kara whimpered with her face buried in the bed, Clark felt a twisted strength rise up through the inferno inside him. So too was there a dark voice, whispering into his ear, urging him to take, to conquer… to breed.

He fucked her even harder then, grunting like some wild beast. Rutting his own blood like she was some needy bitch in heat. But Clark didn't feel ashamed. He only felt pleased that he was the man to defile her.

So lost in the delights of Kara's cunt that Clark didn't notice Karen crawling toward them. Only when the elder blonde began to run her hands over his body did Clark spare her some attention. Karen was smiling with wicked glee as she rose onto her knees. She stole a kiss from him, pressing herself into his flank. Her body was warm, soft, her ample bosom flattening against the firm muscle of his arm - though her chest was now cleansed of the mess he had left there moments before.

Karen gave a soft hum, pressing kisses to his lips, his chin, his jawline, exploring with her mouth until she reached his ear. She whispered then, sweet and sultry.

"That's it. Fuck her good. Show her why they call you Superman."

She laughed then, a wicked little giggle. Then she swiped her tongue out over his neck, nipping with her teeth. Clark felt his cock swell with his hammering heart. His blood was boiling in his veins.

With Karen's hands roaming upon his body and Kara so tight and wet around his cock, Clark felt himself quickly coming undone again. It wouldn't be long until yet another helping of his seed would come rushing forth, spewing like a geyser.

Thrusting with all his might - or what he could reasonably use without destroying the whole apartment building - Clark sated himself with Kara's pussy. Soaking wet now, drenching his manhood in her heat and arousal, she felt so divine around his shaft, tightening so perfectly that Clark couldn't imagine settling for less.

He reached down, sliding his arm under her body, lifting her up so that he could cup her breasts. More modest than Karen's generous rack, but no less pleasing to his groping hands. With a feral grunt, Clark pounded his cock deep into Kara, so hard and fast that his balls slapped against her, turning the cute blonde into a squealing mess.

Clark felt the pressure building and knew he was close. But Kara reached her peak first, screaming as she came hard around her cousin's fat cock. Her cry of ecstasy was ear-splitting - no doubt waking everyone on their floor, if not the whole building. But it was Karen's honeyed words that sent Clark over the edge - desperate demands that he cum, that he fill Kara's tight pussy with his seed. That he was meant to fuck, meant to breed.

And so he did. Clark Kent, the farmboy from Kansas, found his release with a bellowing curse, flooding his cute cousin's womb with a thick helping of potent seed. And it felt perfect.

His body surged with ecstasy just as ropes and ropes of hot cum surged from his balls. There was so much of it, an eruption of heat and bliss. And when it was finally done, Clark fell back onto the bed.

It was too much, a sensory overload. And for a long moment, Clark was lost from the world around him. He remained still, flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

But all he could see were stars.

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Karen watched Kal, taking in the most pleasing details of his face, his almost serene expression, and further down the perfection of his glistening body. She watched his chest rise and fall with his deep breaths, imagining the sheer power that he kept absolute control over. And for a brief moment, she and Kara had pushed him to cut loose.

Though it had only been a fraction of his power, it had been magnificent to witness. A taste of what was to come. And they had been the ones to draw it out of him.

The elder blonde turned her eyes on her slender counterpart, watching with a smile as the younger woman rolled onto her back, moaning. The poor thing was panting, her skin flushed pink and her long, beautiful hair now a wild mess. Kara looked so thoroughly fucked. For Karen, it was a most pleasing sight.

Karen was proud of their work. But she was even prouder of Kara.

She crawled over to the spent little minx, laying down beside her to add her own warmth to hers. Kara sighed as Karen drew her into a soft embrace, squirming weakly as Karen pressed feather-soft kisses to her cheek and neck.

"You did so good, hon." Karen praised Kara in a quiet voice.

"Really?" Kara's voice was weak, tired. Proof of her hard work.

"Oh, yeah." Karen smiled, stealing a quick kiss from the girl. "You handled him perfectly."

She peered over the younger blonde, seeing Clark still recovering from his third spending of the evening. He remained still but for his rising and falling chest. Karen knew in her gut that he was lightyears away, having discovered a new universe of pleasure.

Karen turned her gaze back to Kara, beaming with pride. She kissed her again, longer this time.

"You definitely earned the name Supergirl tonight." Karen said, giggling.

Karen ran her hand over Kara's breasts, then down to her flat tummy. She let her hand rest there, gentle as her fingers brushed over her soft, warm skin. Using her x-ray vision, Karen looked deeper. She saw Kara's womb pumped full of Kal's seed. But Karen saw something else as well. Something that thrilled her.

The elder blonde squirmed even closer to her alternate self, wrapping her arm around the teenager's waist to draw their bodies flush together. Karen kissed Kara again, loving pecks to the corner of her mouth. She smiled at the younger blonde then, nearly bursting with wicked glee.

"Knocked up on your first try, too. By your stud farmboy cousin." Karen teased, nipping at Kara's lips with her teeth. "Living up to those Kansas traditions, huh?"

Kara didn't flush pink from embarrassment like she would have not long ago. Instead, Karen saw that her alternate self wore a look of content. There was calm pride in the younger girl's blue eyes, glimmering beautifully against the dim light of the bedroom. Kara gave a tiny smirk.

"You're just jealous you weren't bred first." Kara teased back. "But it'll be your turn soon enough. We just need to gather more followers…"

Kara wiggled closer then, turning her body so that she faced Karen completely. She wrapped her arms around the elder blonde, just as Karen had done to her. They stared into each other's eyes, their noses brushed together.

"We'll begin the real work tomorrow. Tonight, let's just enjoy ourselves." Karen promised, her voice laced with iron conviction. Over Kara's shoulder, she saw Clark begin to stir - and his cock thrumming back to full hardness. Superman was not yet done with them. She locked eyes with Kara then.

"Glory to Cythonna." Karen whispered, low enough that only Kara could hear.

The naked and well-fucked Supergirl nodded, her blue eyes shining with pride and purpose.

"Glory to Cythonna."