Clark hadn't felt the same since the meteorite incident. The shrapnel in his chest was barely visible now but something wasn't right. He pulled on his Superman tights and flew out of his apartment's window. He was due at the Daily Planet soon but he wanted to check on Kara and her investigation into Inter-gang first.
Superman met her on a small rooftop. He was surprised when he saw her: something was different. He couldn't place it so he tried to ignore it but it kept on bugging him. Kara looked at him as if she was hoping for something. She was talking but he was only half-listening, her physical appearance was distracting him. His cousin had always been attractive but never to him, not like this before. He'd thought of her as something of a little sister until he looked at her now, in her half-top and mini-skirt. The 'S' on her chest could easily have stood for Sex-Object instead of Supergirl. In fact, now that Clark looked at it, it didn't stand for Supergirl, it stood for Superman's.
"Kal?" she asked. She'd caught him staring at her chest. "Something up?" she asked again. There was no time to think, Clark acted on impulse: he gripped her shoulders and pulled her towards him, engulfing her lips with his own. Her eyes widened considerably. Then, for a moment they closed and she returned the kiss like they were natural lovers, but it was only for a moment. Then she pulled away, glaring at him with shock and hurt on her face. "Why would you do that?" she demanded. Superman smirked, "You wanted it. Your body language, the way you speak to me. You've wanted this since we first met." He answered coldly. Kara looked at him in disbelief, "I'm 16, my hormones are crazy and you're Superman, how could I not want you? But that's not the point! Clark would never do this!" Superman laughed. "Clark's not here," he said, "I'm Superman..."
Kara couldn't believe her ears. He leaned into kiss her again. She went to pull away then something in her brain clicked and she shoved herself into his arms grabbing his face and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. They stood on the roof making out for several moments; Kara felt secure in his arms. She couldn't believe it was happening, it had to be a dream and that meant it didn't matter what happened: there were no consequences. This was going to be the time of her life.
Superman wasn't content with just kissing. Soon his large hands had slithered around her breasts, groping her harder than he would have dared to if she had been human. Her body was young and ripe, just waiting to be taken. This beauty needed a good fucking and he wasn't going to hold back...
Kara groaned under his touch: she'd dreamt of his hands on her like this but had always passed it off as a silly fantasy, yet here it was, happening to her now. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, which were erect and poking through her top. The way he worked her like she was a lump of clay he was moulding into a masterpiece, it was an almost unbeatable experience although she could think of one other thing she might prefer. Then, almost as if he had sensed it, he ran his hands up her legs to her ass, which he gripped tightly.
Clark wasn't sure what had come over him, he'd never felt like this before, something had to be altering his mind. He grinned, the erotic feeling of power that had overcome him was good, he didn't want to stop it; he just wanted to screw Supergirl. His hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her forwards so that she was bent over the edge of the roof. One hand held her shoulder securely in place while the other snapped her head back by her hair, pulling hard. Supergirl screamed out and Clark pulled harder. The feeling of control he had over her, it was a stronger urge than any he had had before. He dropped her head back down and slid his hands down her until he reached her butt once more.
Superman was so much more violent than Kara had imagined. She'd always expected he'd be slow and gentle in love but his actions now were the stuff of her darkest dreams. His hands encircled her waist and loosened the skirt until it dropped down, and then he tore the underwear below. As her butt cheeks were spread apart, she felt his hard erect member rub against her. One of his hands had returned to her head, holding it down, so she couldn't see what he was doing but she felt it alright. She failed to stifle a scream as he pressed himself into her ass. His hands flew to her thighs and he started to massage them, or rather, he used her thighs to massage his hands.
Superman felt alive as he started to thrust, he was starting slow, which for an average human would still have been faster than possible for them. He gripped a lock of her hair again and tugged her head back viciously: he loved it when she screamed out. His other hand worked itself up her leg and onto her hips, rubbing her other all the way. His dick was throbbing inside of her as he picked up the pace, his dick approaching the speed of sound.
Kara couldn't catch her breath as she shrieked and screamed, she couldn't tell whether he was torturing her or pleasuring her, but she knew that while it hurt, this was what she wanted. His hand had now soothed over her hips and he proceeded to lift her shirt off her chest, just enough to wriggle his hand underneath. She felt him pass over her ribs until his hand settled on her breasts. His hands were so warm and strong. His cock showed no signs of stopping, in fact it seemed like he was just warming up.
He yanked her hair back again to distract her as he toyed with her left boob. He squeezed it, pulled it, scratched it and pinched it over and over, never tiring of her. "You can squirm..." he whispered into her ear. He'd noticed that she seemed to be doing everything she could just to stop herself from moving around beneath him, as if trying not to show resistance so he wouldn't stop. Like he was going to stop for something as petty as that. She clearly hadn't had sex before or she'd know that a real man liked some resistance. He'd much rather she didn't use up her energy avoiding that when she could focus it on more useful things: like screaming. She still didn't move so his hand released her hair and smacked her in the face with enough force, her head swung away from him at impact. He quickly followed on by yanking it back into place by her hair once again. "Squirm." He ordered.
It wasn't difficult for Kara to squirm for him; in fact it came naturally as he struggled against him. He laughed and rewarded her by slowing down until his thrusts came to an eventual stop. His hands continued to work though, pushing and pulling like she was a doll. He scratched along the top of her breast: it wasn't enough to pierce her invulnerable skin and draw blood but it hurt enough that she called out once more. Superman started to thrust into her again. Not fast but hard, oh so very hard. Her eyes watered as he fucked her all over again. She wasn't sure she could take much more: her hair could fall out if he pulled any harder and she doubted she could sit down for a couple of days, but it was worth it. Then a miracle happened, Clark ejaculated. They both moaned out as he thrust into her for the final time. His grip loosened and his hands fell down to his sides. He slid out of her and pulled his clothes back on.
"You can thank me later," he said, "I have somewhere I need to be..." Kara looked at him like he was crazy. "Don't we need to talk about this?" Clark couldn't stop a laugh, "Talk? I don't think so." With that, he flew off leaving Kara staring out after him. "Right then," he muttered to himself, "Gotham City..."