Chris Kent, adorned in a light blue collared shirt and khaki shorts, sat cross-legged with one hand on his belt buckle on the cruise luxury lounge 17 stories above the water, sipping a glass of virgin Piña Colada, and ironic name, considering what would soon transpire.
He paid little attention to the drink. It was good, but the view was better. Over the gradually bluing waters, he saw several smaller boats, and the last stringy strips of land as they faded over the horizon as the ship sailed into the open ocean. He took a long sip as the back half of the ship went past the imaginary barrier of that faraway land- an easy feat with his X-ray vision, which he used in situations so often that it was entirely mundane to him. Still, Chris desired no powers to be used on this ship. This was his vacation.
The 19-year old was given such a chance by Conner Kent, the original Superboy. He said he had won it somehow. Chris didn't know and didn't much care for the details. New Krypton was safe, as the most advanced space station in the space sector had no real issues with security, and Kandor, half of its city, already had a mostly-automated police force. Thara would be fine, Be she in Argo City, Kandor, or Metropolis, or New York, or Los Angeles, or wherever she felt like protecting at that point in time, and Lois and Clark were preoccupied with everything from the Justice League to Jon's 11th birthday. So here, on a normal cruise ship, albeit a huge one with an accessible (for his trip) VIP lounge, would be his elysium for now.
Chris got up from the low chair, brushing his smooth dark brown hair up with three fingers. He was thin, but toned, and his solar-irradiated muscles were more than dense enough for showing off needlessly, as men are always ready to do. Indeed, despite his origins and powers, Chris was just a normal young man, and like any ordinary man of his age, he was happy to check out his local women. Today's locale was a bar at the top deck. Chris confidently opened his sunglasses and walked out.
Unlike other heroes, Chris could admit his problems instead of gasping at angst-clogged straws for a reason to stuff them away. Thara, he knew, couldn't communicate well in their relationship. Likely not her fault, of course, but Chris still new that, at this point in time, she wasn't right for him. As such, they'd called whatever was between them off recently, and now Chris would be happy to say that whatever he did this week would be free, with nothing holding him back. Not that he would- that's one way to make everyone think you have a disability.
Chris' hand glazed the smooth, warm wood and metal of the handrail as he walked to the granite bar. Without asking for I.D. he got a spiked punch, as it seemed his kryptonian square jaw made him look older, or these cruises were even more libertine than he was led to believe- or, to be honest, just as much. Either way, he couldn't get drunk beyond the smallest buzz, even with his weakened powers, garnered as a result of being born in the Phantom Zone.
"Aren't you a little overdressed for a poolside bar?" Asked a woman next to him. Chris looked over at her. She had curly rust-colored hair, most of which was kept under a faux straw hat. Her eyes were more hidden, with their color and shape totally obscured by round, reflective lenses of her opaque sunglasses. Her dress was the opposite. She wore a black mesh sundress, leaving her angular scarlet bikini revealed. Little was left to Chris' imagination.
Chris nearly gulped the entire drink through the straw in arousal as he paused without making an answer. He stopped himself, of course. He wouldn't allow himself to reveal his powers like this, even though it was doubtful she'd think too much of that. After this rush of thoughts, Chris chose to play it cool.
"I won't bother over a little water," he said, gesturing to the splashing pool behind him, and internally hoping she didn't notice his accidental rhyme. "We're on vacation. Why would I stress over something on vacation?"
"Makes sense. But I think if you worry about the little things early, you'll have it even better later."
"A week isn't enough time to have so much to do that you can worry about it, especially on one of the biggest cruise ships on earth." Chris raised his hands slightly, looking at the sky.
"Well, maybe I'm bothered by something I forgot. I hate it when you forget important things."
"Well, that happens."This was a Lie. Chris had a near genius-level intellect, and heightened Kryptonian synapses. "I'd just sit down and chill out."
The woman laughed. "You're smart. But blunt."
"Is that a problem?" Chris smiled as he finished his drink.
"None at all." She reached out her hand. "I'm Lin."
"Chris. Nice to meet you."
"Hey, Chris," she took out her room key, waving the card's red face around. "You're in a suite too."
Chris, not expecting this, took a bit, then looked down at his front pocket (Chris was never the guy to call it a frocket), and indeed there sat a red card. "Wha- oh, yeah," he said. "It's pretty sweet."
Chris realized what he'd said. They both looked at each other, and they laughed.
"I- haha- I swear I didn't mean to do that," said Chris, shaking his head.
"It's fine; sounds like something I'd do honestly," she laughed.
"So, what are you doing out in the bar here instead of the suite lounge? I was there for over an hour, and you never came."
"Aww, you missed me," giggled Lin as Chris shook his head. "Well, I've been down here because there's really nothing fun there. Everyone's honestly overdressed up there, even more than you are- no offense- and they're all either way too old to have any sort of fun with or have some hyperactive 6-year-old with them."
Chris laughed a little, nodding his head. Something about this woman struck him as odd. She was an outcast, even though she seemed very confident, and looked very…. Savvy. "So," he asked, "What do you do?"
She blinked at him slowly, still smilling, "What do you mean?"
Chuckling softly, he said, "I mean professionally. What makes enough money for a girl as young as you to go on a cruise like this, in a suite like that," he pointed at her card.
"Ah- well, you see, I won it. In a raffle."
"Really?" Chris' eyes widened, "I won it too- well, a friend did, and gave it to me."
"Huh, that's weird."
"Yeah. Must be a coincidence," he looked off casually, "So, what are your plans for today? Not much going on, with it being the first day, and it being all at sea."
"Oh, nothing much. Would you like to swim, Chris?"
"Sure. I'll need to go back to my suite to get my swimsuit. Wait for me?"
"Hey- couldn't I come to your room?" She walked up very deliberately with her long, bare legs. "I wanna see if all contest winners get the same suite."
Chris was taken aback, but reacted casually. "Sure, I guess." He walked up to Lin and she fell beside him. As they walked to the elevator, Chris put his arm around her.
"Oh," she said playfully, "What's this?"
"Nothing, Lin," he replied. "I just.. got that feeling, you know?"
"Hmm," she said, taking her hat off to lean against Chris' chest, "I think I like this feeling."
Seven minutes later, Chris shoved Lin against the wall in his suite. It was single-luxury class, meaning most of it was one large room with a very comfortable bed. They hadn't gotten very far into the hallway when they started getting at it.
"You're stronger than you look... mmmmm" Lin smacked her lips as she stretched her arms against the bumpy tan walls, their long, lean musculature stretching to her pale hands, which grasped the bathroom door and the bedroom door on each side. The hallway was small, but Chris had more than enough room to operate. He pushed his forehead against hers being aroused at the subtle feel of her smooth, silky hairline against his. Their skin rubbed together as their eyes locked, followed soon by a passionate liplock.
Yes, thought Chris. This is what I need to get my mind off things. Some casual sex. Maybe even a new friend.. He laughed mentally, Some priorities those are. Clark'd be soooo disappointed in me. He continued the liplock with Lin, deciding that now was now, and scrubbing all thoughts of Krypton, or the Justice League, or the Kents.
Their lips collided, almost falling into each other, but smoothly coming back up. It was a deep, intense kiss. Not a french kiss, but as close as it could get. Their exchanged saliva soaked their lips, letting the kiss glissade up and down. Chris' tongue reached out to taste her lips as far as it could, which, due to the wetness of his lips, Lin didn't notice until he practically hurled his tongue in her mouth, letting her bite on it (painlessly, of course,) and have hers meet it. Their wet lips and tongues stirred together until neither could tell which was which. As he started sucking on her maw, he also pulled her sweating flesh from the wall. This time, she didn't comment on his strength.
It took effort pulling away, but when he did, Chris quickly pulled off her cover-up, throwing it with her hat and glasses in the entryway's corner, and broke his rule for this trip by employing his speed to remove his shirt (her eyes were closed, which he also made sure of using his rapid neural system). Everything else, he knew could be worked around. He picked up his beautiful score, clad in her scarlet bikini, and carried her deeper into the bedroom.
"My my Chris.." she said, biting her drenched lip and licking some dripping dew, "You're very.. well," she giggled. A womanly giggle. "Well, I'm sure you know what to do."
Chris 'm-hm'd confidently, not even noticing the dent he put in the wall when he ripped his belt off. Before Lin could say anything, he shoved her against his bed, not breaking their embrace.
They continued kissing. He pinched her lower lip between his lower lip and upper teeth, pulling her nectary mouth open until he seemed to force a moan. He released her as she stretched back, inviting him to bite her neck. She worked out, as he could tell, and her finespun sinews felt lovely as he nipped them, never leaving a hickey. His right hand was still under her firm, damp back, but his left was free, which he made the most of. He felt for her knee, and once he found it, he went up her thigh, coated in a sticky sweat that was no match for Chris's force. He pushed as her sweet wetness intensified until his hand glided under her solid red bikini bottom, feeling around from her pubic bone, over her v-shaped crotch (shaved), smoothly sliding down her faint mons veneris, barely missing her clitoris, coming within millimeters of her labia, and finally gliding around her taint as his hand encircled her ripe asscheek, which he firmly grabbed as he sucked her collarbone.
"Hey.." said Lin, her body stretched and contorting, her breaths shallower, "grab a condom and stop being such a fucking tease.." Chris, made impatient by the audible dampness of her mouth, kicked off his pants, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and put it on his rapidly hardening dick. He rubbed its length on her swimsuit cameltoe, with his hand underneath, moving around her, touching her inner and outer labia, but avoiding her opening and her clit.
Despite her ecstasy, Lin was starting to get annoyed. She stopped rubbing her hands on Chris' back, pulling them against her to untie her swimsuit. She playfully curled her body to push him off as her hands went to her right hip, separating the two strings, pulling them as they fell off her. She then went the opposite way, pushing her pelvis up, letting the bottom half of her swimsuit dangle under her tightened glutes. Chris, who was posed above on three limbs, was still playing with her, but this time, as his left hand glided through her wet seam through the bikini, without it tied, her sweat and juices stuck to his fingers, and lifted up the bikini. It felt fantastic, and, as he swimsuit fell off, she sunk back into the soft mattress, squirming around the silk sheets.
Chris put his large, strong hand under Lin's jaw, pushing up as he reached behind her to take off her bra. His hand reached behind her back as he returned to kissing her clavicle and upper breasts, his hand moving blindly behind her back, his soft fingertips against her smooth skin, rubbing around her muscles and shoulderblades, giving a tantalizingly light massage before grabbing the tie of her top, pulling it. He took it off with his teeth, and, throwing it to the side, recapturing her newly freed nipple between his lips, sucking and lapping at it. He tilted his head to the side, grabbing the other breast with that hand, and pushed it to the other side of his face. He alternated between her two wonderful tits. He could do this forever. But he wasn't an amateur.
The kryptonian got directly on top of his quarry and, looking up from her creamy breasts for a fraction of a second, oriented himself in to position. With a smooth, firm thrust, he shoved his cock into her hole.
"Oh, god," said Lin, "Fucking finally." Moans came out as Chris thrusted, his whole body rocking like the ocean waves far below them. Her moans started airy, with her drooling mouth forcing them into her nose, which wasn't an attractive sound.
Hot damn, she sure feels like a finally, thought Chris, "Are you a virgin?" he asked, deciding to add in a fake huff, as if he couldn't run around the whole ship without getting winded.
"No. I haven't done.. well, ohdamnyouhitsomethingtheredoitagain- " her face turned red after her burst of pleasure, "Uh, I haven't fucked anyone in a real long time. I think...? I've just been too busy."
Chris obliged, feeling proud rather than awkward by her reddening, and shoved his kryptonian cock into her deeper and harder. "What do you mean you think?"
She moaned again, all sorts of pleasure points deep inside her canal being hit by the stiff shaft, bulging head, and full veins of his cock. It soon became clear she wasn't going to answer, electing to simply wait there and be re-opened by the wedge force of Chris' manhood.
Chris was never sure how he felt so much pleasure from the soaking grip of a vagina, as his skin was impenetrable by earthly substances, but he wouldn't complain. He decided that when he first fucked a human girl, back during another time when he and Thara had broken up. His tool stretched and pressed in its fleshy prison, but Lin wasn't letting do, and Chris wasn't pulling out, just as it should be. Their merging fluids, blending nearly a foot inside her, served as all the lubricant needed. Similar was their outside lubricant- while Chris had barely worked up a wind, his powerful, stalwart pounds between her legs gave her whole body an outer layer of gossamer sweat, making her shiny and slippery. This aromatic perspiration glued her inner thigh and outer vaginal skin to Chris' pubic flesh, pulling her stretched gracilis, pulled by her widespread legs, towards her lover every time he pulled back before rapidly slamming back into her.
He gritted his teeth as he started to lift her up.
"Oh my goooood- yes, pull me up, juuust like that," She said, her tone slightly changing from sheer exhausting from this incredible lay. "Pull my coochie up, push my head down, hell, choke me," she puffed, feeling more exhausted than any time she could remember, but loving it as her whole body pulsed with dopamine and adrenaline.
He started floating, not enough to make Lin notice, but enough for him to turn her around, grabbing the skin of her muscular ass with one hand and pushing down on her back with his other. Her face slammed into a pillow, making her moans just as steady, but more muffled. His hand crawled up her back and wrapped around her neck, choking her just how she liked. His hand pulled on her thin neck every time he smashed her body forward with his thrusts, which felt even deeper as he fucked her from behind.
He eventually grabbed her neck with both hands, pulling her neck painfully, but very arousingly, taut with every thrust.
"God-god! It feels like youre going to break me, oh yes. yessssss," Her words were more labored, but the sweeping tide from her sex kept her going.
He then took his hands away from her neck, letting her face yet again slam into the pillow, soaking it even more with her sweat and drool. She laughed mindlessly, turning her head to watched as he entered her from behind, constantly pushing her wet hair out of her way. She moaned in joyful ecstasy.
Chris played with the skin on her ass, pulling it around and letting it snap back. She felt like he was in control of her. This playing with her lovely little butt was better than any spanking. He made eye contact with her, both smiling.
He bent over, his abs pushing against her ass, making his thrusts hit the roof of her more, forcing her to bite the pillow to avoid alerting the entire ship of what they were doing. He grabbed both of her arms, making her arch her back to stay up before soon surrendering, collapsing back onto the sweat-drenched bed as he plowed her.
His other hand went under her, and, without any sense of play or teasing, took one finger and dug straight into her rosebud clit. His steel member pushed up on her as his finger dug into her most sensitive spot, and her whole rear lifted onto the air. She started to breathe heavily. Chris moved his head over to watch as her tits bounced as she hyperventilated. Then, against his base and his scrotum, Chris felt a sticker, hotter juice. Lin stopped breathing so heavily and her muscles loosened.
"Alright -*puff puff*- Chris, you're good. I've come. You can loosen up too," She panted like an animal.
Chris paused but continued thrusting, 'I've really felt fine the whole time."
"What?" she asked, "you're still going?" She had to pause as her limp body kept bouncing from his piledriving. "What the hell are you?"
He gave no answer, as his thrusts slowly lessened in intensity until he came. The cum shot out of him, giving her more pleasure as the condom filled inside her. He pulled out as she turned around, exhausted but excited.
"Goddamn, I need me some of this," said Lin, getting down as her partner kneeled on his bed. His cock was still hard, but not rock-like as earlier. She looked up at him longingly as she licked the condom, surprised how sweet her taste was, and how much it overwhelmed the rubber of the protection. She then took it off, ending the equilibrium between the cock and the weight of the thick semen. She held it up right by her face, grinning ear too ear. Chris rubbed her head, messing her hair up even more. She stretched the condom's opening, pulling it open, and fit her tongue in it. Her lips surrounded it and her hand held the well of cum, lifting it up, letting the whole, syrupy load drip into her throat. She took it all in one gulp.
Her eyes widened as it disappeared before relaxing again. Her mouth opened with an 'ahhha,' showing Chris what was left of his load in her mouth as her slimy pink tongue wormed around, gathering up all that it could. She got up and collapsed happily back onto the bed, not caring about the cold left from her sweat in the open air. Chris lied down next to her as she clung to him for warmth.
"So, Chris, I never got your name," She laughed, "You're usually supposed to do that before fucking."
Chris laughed too, reclining back with his head on his hands, looking up to the ceiling. "That's fine," he said, "it's Kent. Chris Kent. Yours?"
"Wait.. Lin's eyes widened.
Chris looked over at her, concerned, "What is it?"
"Y-you're a Kent?"
"Yes?"
Lin's red hair changed to blonde, her cheekbones raised, her muscles became more accented. "Kent?"
Chris mind raced, thinking of what the hell she was, before concluding, "...Matrix?"
