A/N: Hopefully, I have fixed all of the mistakes of the previous chapter. Additionally, I have clarified that the present-day section of the fic refers to twenty five years after Harry found her, and not Karen's first kiss with Renee. If you have any suggestions on who I should do next in this new series, don't hesitate to share your ideas – it doesn't necessarily have to have Harry as the main character. The father and daughter also don't have to necessarily be canon father and daughter.

All the way over in Gotham City, Karen felt a shiver run down her spine, as she listened to her girlfriend recount the details of her busy day at the GCPD.

The two were sat at a table in one of the highest price restaurants that Gotham could offer. Every minute detail of the restaurant screamed high-class elegance, albeit without any of the typical snobbery of great wealth. As the restaurant was of such high standards, it was therefore ridiculously expensive to even book for one person, but thanks to Karen's position as CEO of Starrware Industries – a company that she had founded at the age of twenty-three – it was safe to say that she would not be running out of money any time soon. As one would at a high-class restaurant, Karen had splurged a little bit of money on her outfit for the night.

However, while her outfit – a white, backless dress with a deep, plunging v-neckline and fitted mini-skirt – would have been considered beautiful on the average woman, it was borderline scandalous on Karen. The deep, plunging v-neckline could give anyone a mile away eyefuls of her cleavage. The dress seemed to have been painted on, as her massive breasts seemed seconds away from breaking free of their confines. Because of the special occasion, Karen had applied a little bit more make-up than usual (not like she ever need much), enhancing the fullness of her lips and sharpness of her bright green eyes. To top it all off, she wore a pair of red platform pumps with four-inch heels, that accentuated her shapely legs and added to her height, making her tower over most people.

"Is everything okay, Kar?"

Renee was never one to wear a dress, even in a formal situation. Nonetheless, Karen thought that her girlfriend's combo of a black tank-top and skinny jeans, topped off with a pair of brown, worn-down hiking boots made her look absolutely fuckable. Her mid-length black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and just above her right eyebrow was a healing bruise from an arrest a few days ago.

While nowhere near as busty as Karen, Renee was still an incredibly attractive woman with ample breasts, which attracted both men and women. She was muscular, like her Kryptonian girlfriend – you had to be if you wanted to stand a chance on the streets of Gotham – as evidenced by her ripped arms and six pack hiding underneath her tank top. Although her ass was quite small, it was toned and could certainly attract the attention of any wandering eyes. In comparison to Karen's more feminine features, Renee was the ultimate tomboy, having grown a lot since their first fateful meeting.

Karen wouldn't want to share her life with anyone else; the engagement ring hidden within the pile of napkins beside her was the proof.

"Nothing, babe."

She was one of the few people who could lower her Renee's unbreakable walls. She reached over the table to squeeze Renee's hand, seeing the concerned look on her face, when she felt more forceful shiver run down her spine. The unexpected force of it caused her to clutch on to the edge of the table with a nigh-superhuman level of strength. Before she could properly gather her wits, a series of sensations assaulted her body. Karen shuddered accordingly to the stimulus with closed eyes, as she fought to regain control.

"Bullshit, Karen." Renee folded her arms across her chest.

It was only during potentially serious situations she was 'Karen', and not 'Kar'. The food they had ordered had yet to arrive, and even if it were coming in the next second, Renee couldn't give two shits – Karen was her number one priority.

"I-I am fine," Karen tried to reassure her incredulous girlfriend, with her hands curled into fists underneath the table. Her voice was hoarse, and her throat felt like it was bone-dry. She immediately grabbed her full glass of water and downed it in one go, without a care if anyone saw her.

Unfortunately, her throat still felt as if it were bone-dry. In fact, Karen wouldn't be too surprised if it had become even drier, despite downing the glass of water. She needed to get out of here NOW, before something could happen. Whatever was happening was robbing her of control over her body, and she didn't want to stay here and possibly harm Renee. Abruptly, causing the table to shake slightly from her movement, Karen stood up from her seat.

"Sorry, but I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

Before Renee could even stop her, Karen had already exited the restaurant at borderline superhuman speeds. When she was sure that no-one was in sight for miles around, Karen shot up in to the skies, in the direction of her and Renee's apartment at the speed of sound.

Yet, as she flew through the night sky, Karen could feel herself itching sensation at the back of her throat. As she drew nearer to their apartment, the itching sensation only grew stronger. Karen blushed when she felt that itching sensation also occur around her pussy lips, especially when she felt her juices run down her legs.

What in Rao is happening to me? Maybe… Maybe I should go back to the manor and talk to the ship; it might be able to explain what is happening.

With a new sense of determination amongst her clouding thoughts, Karen changed her flight direction and headed towards her childhood home. The fight was becoming harder by the second, and Karen was losing.

Harry let out a moan of ecstasy, as his cock fired several streams of cum across the computer screen. He was sat in his private study, with his trousers around his ankles and shirtless, while his right hand was still wrapped around his rapidly softening cock. Harry was proud of his thick, seven-inch "wand" and was surprised by how much cum it had produced, just from wanking to rule thirty-four fanart of his daughter.

Despite being rule thirty-four fanart, most of it still paled in comparison to the real thing; hence why he also had a framed, cum-lathered picture of Karen in her red graduation gown on the desk. In the picture, she had struck a sexy pose, with her right hand on her hip while turned at an almost ninety-degree angle to the left. This had the jaw-dropping effect of showing off the fullness and humongous size of his daughter's breasts and ass, all barely contained within her graduation gown. However, it had been Karen's sultry smile at the camera, the teasing look in her eyes as if outright begging him to jerk off to his little girl grown up, which set him off like a geyser.

Harry sighed at the mess in front of him on his desk (and around it). He should really clean up, just in case Karen decided to pop by for a visit and consequently come across his mess, using her superhuman senses. He knew that he should feel guilty about lusting after his daughter – and it wasn't like he could say that she wasn't his blood, due to the blood-adoption ritual – but Harry didn't feel any of the guilt he had expected.

He should have felt all the other times he masturbated with his daughter on his mind, except he didn't – he didn't feel guilt when he fantasized about his buxom daughter taking his cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down at breakneck speeds, sucking at his balls, while talking about how much she loved her daddy's cock and changing her into his cock-loving slut. He imagined those massive, gravity-defying breasts jiggling in tandem with her riding his cock on her and Renee's bed. His fantasies had his daughter confess about loving her daddy's cock more than anything else in the world. Or, at least she would try to speak, as she screamed her orgasms and rode his cock in reverse-cowgirl, while his hands tried to cup every part of her breasts, only to be in vain due to their immense size.

A chime echoed throughout the manor, which signalled to Harry that his daughter had just entered the premises. Seeing that the mess around him still had not been cleaned, and that his trousers were still around his ankles, Harry used his wand to hastily banish the mess and pulled up his trousers. It was just in time too, as the second he did so, Karen knocked impatiently on the door.

"Dad?! Are you in there?!"

Thanks to the silencing charms placed on his private study, no sound (unless Harry wanted them to be heard) could be heard from anyone outside – even by someone with superhuman hearing, like Karen. Trying to school his features to be as nonchalant as possible, Harry walked over towards the door and opened it. His jaw dropped at the heavenly sight that stood before him.

Karen was completely dishevelled and sweating profusely, like she was an average human who had recently participated in a triathlon. In spite of the dishevelled state of her appearance, any traces of doubt or guilt in Harry had instantly evaporated. The valley between his daughter's breasts glistened with perspiration and served to highlight their perfection. Her bright green eyes had a crazed, desperate look to them, and her lips were parted ever-so-slightly as she took deep, quick breaths – each breath causing her buxom chest to repeatedly rise and fall. In her four-inch platform pumps, Harry tried (and failed) to turn his attention from his daughter's breasts to her face, as she took a shaky step towards him.

Karen shut her eyes and inhaled deeply to take in the aroma her nose had picked up at the manor entrance. It was delicious! She could have sworn that she had smelled the aroma before, except before she had hated it – she was such an idiot! How could she not love such an aroma? She opened her eyes, so that both pairs of bright green eyes could gaze back at each other.

Harry didn't know what to do. His mind was screaming at him that something was wrong, but his 'head' had decided to stop caring long ago. No matter how hard he tried to stop it, his seven-inch wand was standing to attention. Harry could only stand there frozen on the spot and watch, as Karen took a far more confident step towards him – so close that he could feel her hardened nipples poke into his chest. His daughter caressed his cheek in an extremely un-daughterly way, while his hands touched her bare back. The two stared into each other's eyes with thinly-veiled desire.

"I can smell your seed, daddy," Karen whispered down into his ear; her free hand was gently travelling down to his crotch. She bit her bottom lip and tried to play innocent.

"I need it. I need it so bad – more than anything else in the world. I thought a man's cum was disgusting, but yours smells so good. So much better than anything from a woman. In fact…"

Before Harry could even process what his daughter had said to him, Karen bent down to her knees and effortlessly ripped off his trousers. It was barely a second of her admiring his bulging package from within his boxer-shorts, when they were tossed to the side with his trousers. His leaking, erect cock was exposed to his daughter who gasped, when it almost smacked her across the face. Harry almost came right then when she wrapped her hand around it. She looked up at him with faux-innocent eyes.

"My first cock, daddy. It is so long and thick, and it's coating my hand with your cum. I've never tasted one before," Karen grinned saucily up at him and winked. "But I think I'll enjoy tasting you."

Harry had to stop himself from stumbling backwards, when his daughter gradually took his cock into her mouth, until she had completely deep-throated him.

"Fuck, Karen."

He was close to exploding, as she kept him lodged deep in her throat, for a few seconds. Karen withdrew his cock – now coated with her saliva – from her mouth, before placing a sensual kiss on his leaking tip while one hand gently stroked his shaft. His daughter gazed up at him with a wistful, yet also seductive smile.

"All my life, I thought that I knew what I wanted – what I craved. Except, I was wrong, daddy."

Karen stared at the cock in front of her and licked her lips, before she looked back up to him.

"Time to make it right."

Harry watched as his daughter took in the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around it in ways that he had never experienced before. Her tongue took explicit attention on the tip, even during the intervals where she licked up-and-down his shaft. Occasionally, Karen would take him back inside her mouth and bob her head up and down on it while lovingly fondling his balls. Harry tried to keep it together, but it was difficult, when he was faced with the fact that the sexy woman on her knees blowing him was his daughter. He couldn't imagine how his past self would react to the knowledge that he would one day be blown by the baby he had adopted from a crashed spaceship.

"Karen, you're going to make me cum," Harry warned half-heartedly, mostly because it was more of a suppressed moan.

This had the opposite effect to what he intended, as Karen smirked and then took him back inside her mouth, increasing the ferocity of her sucking. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock at superhuman speeds, while she squeezed his balls with just the right amount of strength to set him off.

"Ugh, fuck! FUCK!"

Harry exploded inside his daughter's mouth, though, it was clear that she was more than happy to receive her 'reward' for success. Despite only cumming a few minutes ago, the amount of cum Harry had ejaculated quickly filled most of Karen's mouth – and her mouth was pretty spacious. With a new satisfied look on her face, Karen continued to slowly pump life back into his deflating cock; her cheeks bulged with the insane volume of his cum, before she swallowed all of it in one go.

"That is so much better," Karen sighed in relief, as if the itch had been scratch to a more tolerable level. She stood back up on to her feet within an instant and gave Harry a truly euphoric grin.

"Back at the restaurant, I didn't know what I needed. Guess I finally know now."

Harry was about to ask what his daughter was talking about, when she pivoted on the spot and walked out towards the middle of the hallway. Before she turned her head back to him, over her shoulder, Karen raised her eyebrow and gave him an enticing smirk.

"I will be waiting in the bedroom, daddy, unless you want stand there gawking?"

As he watched the emphasised sway of his daughter's ass, which was further enhanced by those incredible high-heels, Harry bolted towards her at speeds that he didn't think were humanly possible. Once he had caught up with her, Harry found the two of them at the foot of his king-sized bed, before he was pushed back onto it.

"I've grown up a lot since you found me, haven't I, daddy?"

Karen swayed her hips as if dancing to a slow-paced song, as she unzipped her dress and turned around to show off the tantalizing glimpse of the top of her ass-crack. He stared hungrily at her, as she let the dress drop onto the floor and then kicked it away to the corner, with her back still against him and hands cupping the front of her breasts.

"Turn around," Harry gulped in anticipation and added firmly, "Leave the heels on."

His daughter smirked at what was essentially an order; Karen was strangely turned on by his underlying order. Plus, the heels were pretty sexy.

"Show me how much you have grown."

Harry gasped when she removed her hands and then pivoted to face him. Her body was even more exquisite than he had fantasized. Karen's breasts were planet-sized globes of flesh, and yet they stood firm on her chest and were beautifully shaped. Her large, light-pink nipples were hardened nubs, and he couldn't wait to suck on them. Her pussy was shaven, with a thin strip of blonde pubic hair just above it. It was secreting what seemed to be a river of juices, in response to her sexually aroused state. A defined six-pack, along with the rest of his daughter's well-defined muscles really gave her the appearance of an Amazon goddess. There wasn't a single flaw on her Kryptonian body, and Harry's cock was already back at full-mast in preparation for what was to come – he was going to FUCK his (formerly?) lesbian daughter.

Karen straddled his crotch and grabbed onto his cock, which she teased against the entrance of her pussy. She bit her bottom lip in what was a purposely bad attempt to appear innocent, and Harry was sure he had never seen a more ravishing sight.

"I don't know, daddy. I'm a lesbian, and-"

Harry cut her off with a single, expertly-timed thrust inside of his daughter's well-lubricated pussy. Karen's mouth opened wide in shock, as she felt the throbbing of his cock inside her withdraw ever-so-slightly, which caused both of them to moan in pleasure.

"You were saying!" Harry teased with a victorious grin, as he sat up and leaned forwards, so that her massive breasts were crushed against his chest. Giving no time for recovery, he started to fuck his daughter.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Daddy. Daddy! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!"

Karen had started fucking herself on Harry's cock, as he fucked her with years of sexual frustration powered his thrusts. Her hands held onto his shoulders, while Harry's hands explored every part of his daughter's voluptuous body.

"You like daddy's cock? You like it more than anything your girlfriend could offer sexually?" Harry grunted, as he tried to prevent himself from cumming too soon. After all, his ultimate fantasy – a woman he had thought would be unobtainable for two important reasons – was eagerly being fucked by a man who also happened to technically be her biological father.

"I LOVE IT! How the hell could I not want your cock, daddy?! How could I have been so stupid to think Renee could satisfy my needs like you can?! URGH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING!"

To Harry's astonishment, his daughter's orgasm caused her to squirt out a stream of her pussy juices, which soaked his abdomen and the surrounding bedsheets. Once Karen had stopped shaking like a hypothermic mountain climber, she fell forwards onto his chest, which sent him falling back onto the bed.

"I… That… was amazing," Harry panted with a stupid grin on his face, to which his daughter snuggled herself in to his chest.

"I can't believe that I've been missing out," Karen said airily, as she returned to her senses from post-orgasmic bliss.

"We still have plenty of time to make up for it," he responded with an impish grin.

Karen smirked saucily, before she got up from the bed – her perfect, full ass displaying itself in all its glory to him. She then turned around to position herself at the foot of the bed, with her taut legs straight and her ass sticking out in invitation.

"You love my ass, don't you, daddy?"

Harry was still rearing to go for another round, as he practically jumped off from the bed and positioned himself behind his gorgeous vixen of a daughter. He noted that Karen's eyes never lost him in her line of sight.

"Why don't you fuck me from behind, and who knows? If you cum inside, you might be having a grandkid in the near future?"

The idea of impregnating his Kryptonian daughter had almost brought him to the edge, but Harry persevered and kept himself from cumming. If someone had told him twenty-four hours ago, that he would be banging his lesbian daughter, Harry would have hexed them to oblivion.

With a deep breath to ready himself, Harry plunged himself into his daughter's waiting pussy.

"Oh…" Karen's whimper was so quiet that he had barely heard it, but the following moans were definitely loud enough to be heard… by pretty much everyone in Smallville.

"Fuck your daughter, daddy! I am your incestuous lesbian whore, and you can do anything you want with me! But I guess I'm no longer a lesbian, because of you, daddy! You fucked it out me and turned me into a whore, but I. Don't. Care! I have to make up for the biggest mistake of my life: not having you fuck me years ago!"

Karen arched her back to give Harry access to her humongous breasts, which he squeezed roughly while also playing with her nipples. Her breasts were like holding two heavy, albeit soft sandbags in his hands, as he continued to fuck her from behind.

Unbeknownst to either of the lovers, Renee sobbed silently from just outside of the bedroom door. She knew that something was seriously wrong with her girlfriend, especially judging by how urgently she had left. Therefore, as any not-an-asshole would when the one they loved was potentially hurting, Renee left the restaurant in a hurry, but not before finding the engagement ring hidden within the napkins. She wasn't afraid to admit to tearing up in absolute joy for what would have been a future together.

Now, on the other hand? The engagement ring clutched in the palm of her hand that once represented the future, was now a burning reminder of betrayal from a woman she had once loved. Without a single glance back, Renee Montoya threw away the engagement ring and disappeared from the lives of the Potter family forever.

Epilogue…

Twenty-six years had passed since that fateful day, when father and daughter made passionate love to each other and didn't stop for several days afterwards.

After five months of spectacular sex, dating, and even more spectacular sex, Harry and Karen had decided to tie the knot. On the day of the wedding, Harry could have sworn that he would never see a sight as breathtakingly mesmerising as his daughter walking down the aisle, especially with the evident bulge of her baby bump. The wedding had been one of the best moments in both of their lives.

Karen had been somewhat saddened by the fact that Renee had cut off all contact with the Potter family, though her ex-girlfriend's actions were entirely understandable. Thankfully, Renee did not reveal any of their secrets but did call her a "cock-loving incestuous whore" – which was technically true.

Due to her Kryptonian physiology and Harry being the Master of Death, the father and daughter/husband and wife were still physically the same as they were twenty-six years ago. In addition to their agelessness, Harry and Karen fucked and made love so frequently, that it would make bunnies seem celibate. Although Harry had soundproofed the bedroom (and any other rooms they fucked/made love in) most of the time, the sounds of their lovemaking could be heard throughout the manor and Smallville.

While their son, James, would often try (and fail) to block his ears and sleep, his older sister, Kara, was a curious girl. She would have been a Ravenclaw, if she had decided to attend Hogwarts. Her sense of curiosity stuck throughout the years, especially during Kara's college years, where she started dating numerous girls before settling down with Barbara Montoya. Now, at twenty-five years old, Kara was every bit as beautiful and soon-to-be as successful as her mother/sister, if slightly less busty yet with an even fuller and firmer ass.

This was definitely something that Harry was becoming increasingly aware of about his daughter/granddaughter. One day, after jerking off and exploding to fantasies of Kara, Harry had once again gone down to the basement to observe the spaceship which had fundamentally changed his life. With a single touch of his fingertip containing a minute drop of his cum, Harry headed back upstairs to his private study, as the spaceship activated its internal passive mode once again.

Kara Potter must be converted, for she must continue the legacy of Krypton. Initiating the conversion process with recently absorbed reproductive material in 3… 2… 1…