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Chapter 38: Honeymoon.
The night was still young, and beautiful, at least that was the thought that went through the heads of the newlyweds when they had sailed from their wedding to the hotel suite that had been booked. Flying was the only way to travel for the two of them, and they got a great deal of enjoyment from it. Both Harry and Kara could agree with that, with the feeling of the wind blowing through their faces. The two stopped in at the front desk to check in officially. Harry scooped Kara into his arms. Kara giggled when she was in Harry's arms.
"And how much did you have to drink at the wedding?" Harry teased her, cradling his new wife close to him.
Kara just fired back a grin. "You know, the two of us really can't be affected unless it's the really hard stuff. Now the sooner we get up to this bedroom, the sooner we can get down to the real fun."
Harry would have to agree with that. The dark haired Herald of Death continued to sprint his wife up the stairs, and to their suite. The door blew open, and Kara wrapped her arms around Harry. Her lips met with his in a deep kiss. Kara was wrapped around Harry, her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist. The two of them were finally in every way married, and the body that they had strengthened in every single way whatsoever. Kara walked Harry over, and pushed him back onto the bed. She pulled open Harry's shirt, and rubbed her hands onto his bare chest.
"I can't wait," Kara responded, a wide grin spreading across her face.
She had recited it over and over in her mind. She was now Kara Potter, and the link she felt for Harry was absolutely stronger than ever. Kara could feel other strands linked to Harry's soul, but hers was the strongest for now. The blonde Kryptonian vowed to keep it that way, and she planted a series of kisses on Harry's collarbone.
"I love you, so much, my wife" Harry told her, and he cupped her backside for emphasis. Kara gave an expression of desire, and continued to stroke Harry's chest and abs, giving them kisses, and licking them.
"I love you too, my husband," Kara told Harry, and her hands moved down Harry's body, before reaching for his belt, and removing it.
Kara pulled back from Harry, and grabbed her wedding dress. She gave Harry a little show, swaying her hips, and pulling the dress down from her body. Harry got a good look at her mouth watering body, dressed in nothing, but a lacy white bra, a white thong with the material barely covering what needed to be covered, and white stockings. Kara had somehow lost her shoes in the battle.
Harry grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her scantily clad body onto his. Kara sighed deeply into the kiss, and Harry ran his hands over her body. He rolled Kara over onto the bed, and continued to deepen the kiss. The fun could begin on that point, and Harry looked down at her. Kara looked up at Harry with a very unmistakable "fuck me" expression in her eyes.
Harry was not one to disappoint his new wife.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
-PROFILE-
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Kara and Harry rested on the bed. The blonde Kryptonian placed her head on Harry's shoulder, and sighed. Harry wrapped his arm around her body. The two lover's naked bodies snuggled against each other. Kara smiled at Harry, and continued to kiss him deeply. Harry was about ready to go once again, and Kara was ready to oblige him.
The dance of desire continued between the two lovers all through the night, although given the time expansion charms, they made love to each other for much longer, for nearly a day, perhaps even more. And they would have gone much longer, if they could find some way to expand the charms. The newest strengthening of the bond allowed them to need more fuel for it.
Kara and Harry felt absolutely content, and no matter what new dynamics their relationship took, the two would always have a very special place in each other's hearts.
For the first time in a long time, Harry and Kara allowed themselves to sit back, and relax, and not think about anything that happened the rest of the world. It was actually an interesting change of pace, and Harry felt relax. It could be because his beautiful wife was rubbing suntan lotion onto his shoulders. The point that neither of them could burn under the yellow sun was far from the point. It was just an excuse to feel each other up, and have some fun. Not that they needed an excuse, but that was beside the point.
Harry was dressed in nothing, but a pair of tight boxer shorts. The muscles he accumulated through training and hard ship were on display. His dark hair stood up on end, and his green eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses. Harry had come a long way since being a scrawny midget in glasses, which was a fact that Kara appreciated. And Harry appreciated Kara's hands running over his shoulders, and his back. Kara playfully pinched his ass, and a smile appeared on Harry's face. He sighed in pleasure, at what his wife was doing to him.
Kara hovered over Harry, and rubbed the suntan lotion into his back. She massaged each one of his muscles, and made circular motions around on his back. Kara continued to rub up and down his back. She passed down, and massaged his legs completely.
"So relaxing," Harry breathed to himself.
"We do need to relax," Kara agreed, feeling her body calm down and relishing the chance to let her hair down. There was an unwritten rule that was made before they left on their honeymoon. Nothing that happened between them relating to their Herald of Death responsibilities was going to be discussed. Anything that happened, it could wait. They were taking a week off to themselves, and if something happened, well Clark and Lana would have to handle it. "And what better time to relax than on our honeymoon."
Harry nodded in agreement. Kara's talented hands continued to massage his back, and work over every single one of his muscles. She worked the tension spots out, both in Harry's muscles, and in Harry in general. From all of the teasing, she could tell that the blood was rushing from Harry's head, to the other parts of body.
"My turn," Kara said in a sweet voice.
Harry grabbed Kara around the waist, and got a good look at his wife. The red bikini she wore was a vision of beauty. The bikini top stretched across her ample chest, and showcased cleavage that made Harry's mouth water and his groin stir. His eyes traveled down her curvy body. Her stomach was rather flat, and Harry found himself attracted to it. The stomach muscles were taut, and her belly button was cute. Harry continued to drink in his wife's body, to her long legs that stretched down. They were toned, and lovely, and smooth and sexy, and Harry really could not come up with enough adjectives to describe her.
Kara flipped over on her front. The blonde bombshell rested on her chest. She shifted her hips upwards, and Harry stared at her cute rear end. The red bikini bottom fabric stretched around her ass, showcasing it. Harry reached over, and cupped the suntan lotion bottle in his hand, and poured it into his hand. The dark haired Herald of Death rubbed the suntan lotion into her back muscles. Kara hummed happily, and felt her husband's hands work into her shoulder muscles.
Harry rubbed the lotion into Kara's back and shoulders. He felt every single inch of her soft, and lovely skin underneath his hands. She was a vision of absolute perfection beneath him. The sun shined brightly onto both of them, and Harry rubbed her lower back, and brushed his thumb against her ass. Kara moaned at this happily.
The attention Harry was paying to her ass was not something that had gone unnoticed by Kara. The blonde Kryptonian's smile spread across her face. Humans engaged in an activity called anal sex, and Kara was quite curious to experience this activity, but she wondered if Harry would agree. Given the fact his eyes continued to linger on her ass, Kara would have to breach the subject before too long.
Harry looked at Kara, and smiled. She rolled over, and Harry lathered the sun lotion onto her front. The blond Kryptonian sighed in glee, and Harry knew that she enjoyed the motions. His hands lingered on her abs, and then moved to rub suntan lotion on the valley between her breasts. Harry worked into her nice and long, giving her nice strokes. Kara shifted, feeling Harry's hands massage and work her over.
"I think we're all done," Harry told Kara.
"Ah, already," Kara said with a pout.
Harry wrapped his arm around Kara, and pulled the blonde Kryptonian into him. Her head rested on his shoulder, and there was a bright smile on her face. The two sat on the beach, and really enjoyed sitting underneath the sun. The two had a radio out with them, and listened to the music. They would spend today on the beach, just relaxing.
Kara smiled at the thought of being with Harry when their lives were not in peril by something. This was going to be the best week in both of their lives, and Kara would be sad when it was back to business as usual. The two of them sat, and pulled out the packed lunch they had. The two of them would eat together, and listen to the music blaring together.
"So good," Kara said, in between bites of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Harry had made. She took a few bites of it, and enjoyed just everything.
Today was the perfect day for both of them. Kara dropped back, and rested her head on Harry's lap. Harry stroked his fingers through Kara's hair, and smiled. This would be the beginning of their perfect week. The duties they had as Heralds of Death were pushed as far back in their mind. Kara and Harry both smiled, their lives were great, at least for right now.
Despite what happened, as long as they had each other, life was not so bad.
Chloe took some time to ponder the events of the past couple of days. Of course, there was only a small amount of time to think, compared to what her real mission. Chloe would be both a liar and deluded if she did not admit that she had at least thought about the possibilities that having Kryptonian powers would have. She had thought about it more than a few times.
Thinking about something, and doing something were two extremely different things; something Chloe found out throughout her attempts to train the powers. The good news is that she got the powers to the point where it would not cause any fatalities for herself, and for other people. The bad news was that Chloe was frustrated that nothing was perfect. The super speed was down mostly, even if she had problems with the sudden stops.
Chloe sped halfway across the room in the Shining Light Foundation, and just missed the marker.
"Okay, let's try that again," Chloe remarked to herself, taking a deep breath, and bracing herself.
Chloe backed up, and once again attempted to super speed towards the marker. She was far closer with her stopping this time.
"Chloe, just calm down, and remember that you're trying to master powers that aren't technically natural to you," Megan said, casually munching on a Oreo, which calmed her nerves. The girl watched, and observed Chloe. To be honest, her progress was a bit beyond what Harry and Kara expected.
"No, I can do this, I really can do this," Chloe said, persistent and determined, not to mention just a tiny bit of stubborn.
Once again, she had backed up, and tried to hit the marker once more. And once again, Chloe just missed the target. She was getting closer.
"Chloe, just take a deep breath and calm down, you can do it, I know you can," Claire remarked, sitting with Megan, and eating Oreos with her, as they watched Chloe's progress.
"Okay, I can really do this," Chloe said to herself once again.
She visualized what she wanted to do. Clark had been doing it as simply as breathing. Lana picked it up well enough. Chloe could do this, she really could do this. Another deep breath, and Chloe took another step back, and once again shot forward at super speed.
This time Chloe managed to stop in time, and hit the marker immediately. The woman took a deep breath, and felt absolutely relaxed. This was the easiest thing in the world. There was no question about it. Claire applauded Chloe from her perch point, and continued munch on her Oreos.
Chloe backed off, and hit the marker again, and again, spot on. She finally got the hang of that, there could be more challenging things. Although some of the things used to train her powers were weird. Learning how to fly by going through an infinite number of rings, for instance, was something that Chloe felt was a little strange. Then again, that was just how powers had been trained.
Chloe turned around, and managed to carve a symbol on the stone wall with her heat vision. She had to keep it carefully aligned properly.
Megan continued to take the notes that Harry and Kara requested of her. The truth of the matter was that Chloe's speed was impressive. As her powers grew, she would surpass Clark in speed, and also Lana as well. Then again, given what Megan knew, Clark really had a lot of untapped potential. She spent a lot of time studying about the potential of Kryptonian powers underneath a yellow sun, and found the entire study to be rather fascinating.
Then again, there were some theories that Megan felt a bit outlandish. For instance, she was pretty sure that it would be absurd to turn back time by flying around the Earth backwards. Some people did have strange ideas. Perhaps it could work under certain circumstances, but it was more likely to hurl everything off of the side of the planet.
She did hope that Harry and Kara were enjoying themselves on their honeymoon. If anything needed a vacation, it was those two. There was some times where Megan thought that the two of them worked themselves too hard. In fact, she heard Claire complaining about that, and Megan would have to agree.
Megan's cell phone rang, and she excused herself to take the message.
"Hello, this is the Shining Light Foundation, how can I help you?" Megan asked, in a brisk and business like tone. "No, they're not here right now…you want to talk to them about business, what kind of business? I see, no I really don't know what you're talking about, no I don't, so they'll know if I mention it. Alright, whatever, they'll be back next Tuesday, if you want to stop by, you'll be able to make an appointment. Two is fine, but call to confirm on Monday, yes, thank you. Will there be anything else? No, I'm sure they'll be interested in what you have to say to them."
Chloe had heard a few bits of that conversation, and Megan had put away the phone.
"So what was that all about?" Chloe asked.
"Oh, just someone wanting to discuss something with Harry and Kara, they'd know what it is when I told them apparently," Megan replied with a sigh.
It was not like she could read minds, well technically she could, but that was beside the point. She most certainly could not do it over the phone. Megan checked the clipboard with the students, both old and new coming in to the Shining Light Foundation. Some students fit in well, while others were problematic.
Harry had a policy that any parent could pull out their children at any time, as he did not want anyone to feel like they were a prisoner.
"Who was it?" Chloe asked.
"Oh, some guy named Queen," Megan said in a nonchalant voice.
Chloe wondered what Oliver wanted to possibly talk to Harry and Kara about. In fact, last she heard, Oliver had been overseas, doing God only knows what. Then again, given that Supergirl and Arcane had been making a few waves as super heroes, Chloe managed to put two and two together.
Right now, since her training was done, Chloe had taken a step out to get some fresh air. Perhaps, she would pop in to visit Lana. At this point, Chloe was not quite ready to show Clark or Lana her powers, but that time would come soon, in a couple days. She was mastering them rather well, even if there were a few bugs to work out.
The past week had been like something out of a dream for the newly wedded couple. The honeymoon was winding down to its final days, but Harry and Kara thought that they had some memories that would last a lifetime. They made sure to enjoy themselves, even if in the back of their minds, they wondered if they would have paid for what happened. The moment they got back, they would be able to focus on the many things that they had to get done. The two of them really wondered when their third counterpart would show up.
Harry and Kara actually checked the lifeline scan, but it is reading inconclusive for it. This little quirk was strange as over a week ago, there was a distinct hint that there was no third Herald there. Now it was like the lifeline was not sure what happened. Harry and Kara both pondered the matter, and wondered about something. They wondered if the third Herald was there, but if she was hiding her presence. Harry and Kara wondered how she had found out, and if she had been confused that there were two other Heralds here.
There was a sense that there was someone nearby, but before the two of them could check too much, that sense had vanished into the night. That left Harry and Kara more confused, and bewildered than they had ever been in their lives. Right now, the couple enjoyed some of the more historical monuments. Harry had actually gone deeper, given his knowledge of magic, and had discovered some historical landmarks that had been sealed away from private eyes. They had been of a magical nature.
It did seem that no matter how hard they tried, the entire Heralds of Death business followed them around. A frown spread over Kara's face, and the blonde Kryptonian studied one particular painting on the wall. Harry noticed what she was looking at. The fact of the matter was that it was very fine, and could not be seen by the naked eye. However, with Kara's enhanced vision the small symbols of Death could be seen.
"Well, there's another place that popped it popped up," Kara whispered to Harry.
Harry closed his eyes, and placed his hands on the wall. Kara did likewise, and both Potters could feel the residual magic flowing between the both of them. It caused their hands to tingle, and they floated up into the air. They could a sense of the essence flowing from within the temple, and both of their eyes glowing. Every single magical structure told a story, and Harry and Kara got a sense of the structure.
After the magic flowed through their veins, the two of them dropped down to the ground. Harry and Kara shook their heads, and took a deep breath, before they regained their bearings. After that was done, it was Harry who was the first person who had spoken up.
"It was a temple belonging to one of the Heralds of Death, about twelve hundred years ago," Harry explained, reading the inscription. "Apparently he went mad with power."
"Wasn't that the case with all of them?" Kara asked.
"He actually held the post for the longest, over a hundred years, and it was a burden that he bared alone," Harry said. Kara stepped towards Harry, and the dark haired wizard wrapped his arms around his blonde wife. "He actually managed to banish more undesirables than ever before. And he….invented the process of making a Horcrux."
Kara had remembered Harry's memories, the twisted and disturbing process in creating a Horcrux. Kara could hardly believe that someone would do such a thing, but they would have to be rather desperate.
"He invented it, so he could never lose another person," Kara whispered. "His wife, apparently, he did not want her to die."
Harry had recalled the information that had been imparted into his memory. "However, the process turned her twisted and evil. Death stripped him of his powers, and his wife, the one woman he saved from Death, had killed this Herald. The next Herald of Death had to clean up the mess, as several people found the man's notes. Unfortunately, that fire was never snuffed out."
"The practice of making Horcruxes hopefully died with Voldemort," Kara inputted.
Harry nodded, and closed his eyes. "I certainly hope it did, and the one good thing I'll say about my old world is that it tried to get that type of magic censored. It didn't do much good in the end."
Kara leaned in closer to Harry, and her eyes fluttered shut. The blonde Kryptonian thought about everything. It was lucky the two of them had found each other, and had offered comfort. The story remained the same with the few references to other Heralds of Death that they had looked up. They did well for a while, but the labor had gotten to them. Without a support network to lean on, they all withered and were eventually branded pariahs. That was the main reason why Death had stopped the process.
Harry and Kara took a few more minutes to enjoy the sights around Greece. They amused themselves in a legend regarding an island of warrior women who had been sealed away from the rest of the world. Harry found these sorts of things to be kind of entertaining, but at the same time they were very far-fetched.
Then again, given all of the things that Harry had to deal with throughout his life, something being far-fetched might not have been something that he could discount. The two walked from the temple, and Kara turned to Harry, with a smile on her face. After what they learned, both of them needed something fun to do.
"Race you around the world!" Kara called at him, a playful expression on her face.
Without warning, Kara jumped up into the air, and took flight.
"Hey, no fair, you got a head start!" Harry yelled playfully, and he took into the sky, and chased his wife in the air.
Kara laughed, when Harry had given chase to her. She looked over her shoulder, with Harry flying behind, trailing further away, and she playfully blew him a kiss. Harry gained speed, and Kara flew faster. The two of them could see glimpses of the world as they flew around at hyper speed. Harry gained momentum, and Kara flew back towards him, like a blonde blur in the air.
Harry eventually caught up to Kara, and wrapped his arms around her, catching his wife in mid air. Kara laughed, and Harry pulled Kara in close to him.
"Looks like I caught you," Harry told Kara with a grin.
"You did," Kara agreed. "So what are you going to do with me?"
Harry pulled Kara in tightly for an embrace in mid-air, and pressed his lips against hers. Kara returned the favor, with the two kissing in mid-air. Harry's hands had begun to work their way underneath Kara's shirt, and feel her up. Kara did likewise, grinding against Harry in mid-air. They caused a bit of a breeze with their actions.
The two of them were content, and kind of a bit sad that they had to return back to the old grind. Even if they did miss several people after being gone for the week, but alas the honeymoon could not last forever.
Kara Zor-El of Earth Two continued her surveillance on the Kent Farm, and circled around it. She wanted to observe this Clark in this natural environment, for better or for worse. The blonde Kryptonian hovered in the skies, invisible, crossing her arms. The girl continued to look down at the farm, and a frown crossed her face. There were many thoughts that echoed through her mind. It was hard to get a hold of all of them, but the fact of the matter was she had a mission.
Until Kara had all of the facts, she would not interact with anyone around her. She would only interfere if anyone was in mortal peril. The girl flew around the air, and floated over Clark and Lana. Kara's eyes watched the couple. She observed everything that happened to the two of them, although she turned around at some of the more intimate bits. Just because she would not mind an audience, Kara thought that others would not share her spirit.
So far Clark seemed to be of rather average power. He was slowly coming into his powers, but there was so much room for improvement. Kara wondered if his training had even begun. Mentally, he did not appear to be ready for what was coming. His upbringing was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it allowed him a nice and comfortable life, with family and friends that loved in. On the other hand, it made him too soft, too human, and it seemed to make him believe that he was actually human, and stunted his growth.
Clark had simply refused to embrace his Kryptonian heritage, and Kara Zor-El of Earth Two felt frustrated at that.
Kara wondered if her counterpart on this planet had similar thoughts. Clark had walked out with Lana, thinking about something. Lana had been gifted Kryptonian powers, likely to help assist Clark until he got into his full maturity. When would that happen? Would it happen in months, years, or even decades? The one good thing for Clark would be that he had plenty of time to grow into his powers.
The bad thing is that the world around him might not wait for him to rise as its protector. There was any number of dark forces brewing in the background. They would plot to stop Clark before his journey even started.
She tapped into one of her powers, and managed to get a nice view of what had happened so far with Clark's life. To be honest, she thought that Clark was extremely fortunate not to get killed countless times over. He lacked discipline, and often times, common sense. And Kara could have just shook her head at what Jor-El was doing with his guidance of this Clark. She was sure he had his reasons, even if the blonde Kryptonian did not agree with them.
One day, the world would need a hero, and Kal-El, Clark, whatever he was called, could rise above. This was dependent on whether or not he survived the next few years. Nothing was set in stone.
'There's something extremely strange going on with Clark's lifeline reading,' Kara thought to herself. 'I wonder if the other two Heralds have noticed it. His dot is gold as it should be, but there are times where it flickers to black, briefly for second. It is as if reality cannot determine how to figure Clark in."
Kara focused her hearing, and floated higher into the air. Her chest inhaled and exhaled, when the girl took a deeper breath.
"Clark, we better hurry, we're going to be late, well you're going to be late," Lana told Clark.
Clark fired back on the ground. "I don't think I can be late, unless I leave just a second before we're supposed to. I can super speed there in a flash."
Lana put her hands on Clark, and Clark looked at her. The calculating, and rather devious expression in her eyes was not missed by Clark, and he braced himself for what was going to happen.
"Or, I can fly you there," Lana replied.
"Lana, it's fine, really," Clark said, but he knew what was coming next.
Lana was not about to take no for an answer, and she scooped up Clark in her arms. Clark sighed, resigned to his fate. One day, he would fly, or so he had been told. Yet, it did not come to him. It was one of the greatest mysteries of life.
Kara continued to watch, with Lana scooping up Clark in her arms, and flying off into the sky. The blonde Kryptonian frowned at this action, and tapped her fingers on the briefcase she held. Clark really had no pride whatsoever, since he allowed Lana to scoop him up in her arms repeatedly, and taxi him off like he was some petulant child. While Kara had no problems with Lana, she did kind of have a problem with the fact that Clark allowed himself to be demeaned like that.
Clark's powers were natural, hers was gifted. Lana should be thanking whoever gave them to her every single day, upon a bended knee. At least she seemed to have a decent hold on them, although Kara wondered if she needed more guidance on them. Both of them only scratched the surface on what their powers were capable for. If Kara had made a solemn vow not to directly interfere, she would have stepped in.
She did observe that Clark and Lana did seem to have their ups and downs in their relationships. That might have been an understatement, but that was just what she observed in their body language, and the way they carried themselves. A lot can be learned from the body language of others, at the first possible opportunity.
'Got a lot to do, without babysitting those two,' Kara thought to herself. 'One day, I'll meet up with my two fellow Heralds of Death, but now's not the time. I'll do it on my own terms. I'll need their help to open up the crypt, because it needs all three of us to get the artifact within."
Kara resolved to tackle that particular situation when she personally felt the time was right. As of right now, there were other matters that she would need to deal with. At the tips of her fingers was information that she needed to understand this world. Of course, Kara learned from a very young age not to trust the words of others, but rather trust what she saw and observed with her own eyes.
Kara followed the couple all the way to Metropolis, and dropped down to the ground. She allowed them to go off, unwatched. There would be plenty more time for observation later, as of now Kara Zor-El of Earth Two had business to do, and she had a civilian identity to establish. Actually having a secret identity was a process that she found loathsome, and troublesome. However, it was something that the higher ups had mandated, by the way she was figured into this world.
The girl looked at the papers, and tried to get into character. She had to remind herself of one simple fact. In this world, her identity was Karen Starr, the owner of the Galatea Foundation. The Galatea Foundation's mission was to help girls who had been mentally and physically battered get a second chance in life. Kara's face contorted into a scowl, Death did love her little ironies.
She also had a partnership with the new CEO of Luthorcorp that was brewing. The fact she had to do business with Luthorcorp in any way, no matter who was behind it, caused her a great deal of distaste, and made her want to throw up in her mouth a little bit. No matter who was behind it, a Luthor was a Luthor, and they all were trouble. Of course, Kara sensed this could be an opportunity to gather information on the inside for her mission, and sabotage the company so it was not a threat towards Kal-El's future mission.
Kara also had to get used to the idea she was now called Karen Starr, because there was already a Kara Zor-El in this world, well now technically Kara Potter. She pushed open the doors to her building. Knowing her luck, she would be saddled with a bunch of idiot employees, and would need to exercise every bit of self-control not to strangle the lot of them.
To Be Continued in Recruitment Part One.