<Most pictures attached here are of the amazing Jenn Steele from the Steeleverse sisters, whose form and photos depict an incredible Maid of Might.>

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She could feel it. Oh Rao, she could really feel it! Kara writhed and shuddered pleasureably as she lay on her back, allowing her lover full access to her beautiful, powerful body. Despite still dressed in her current two-piece costume, beneath the skin-tight costume she could feel her body opening up, her mind and soul eagerly surrendering to the attention, caresses, squeezes and ministrations that made her melt further. All of which is helping her to quell her arousal.

Or fan the flames even more. Regardless, it felt good. Better than good. It felt AMAZING!

“Nggh… Oh Kal… Oh yes… mmgghhhHH…” Kara called out pleasureably, her amazing body yielding to the most powerful man on Earth as the one and only Superman squeezed her right breast with his natural strength while kissing her on the neck, making her gasp and pant in wanton desire. His left hand kept roaming up down and all about her torso, just running downwards to cup her left globe before running gently over her cobbled abdomen, then further down and back to grab her shapely ass. Using his natural Kryptonian strength in an attempt to pleasure the most powerful woman on the world. She responded by grabbing Superman’s head, guiding him to continue his wonderful licking and teasing all about her exposed neck mixing with nips on her earlobes, as they continued to ride their rising libido further.

There was just something incredible about being with a man of her own kind. Being the only other Kryptonian on Earth and the only FEMALE Kryptonian at that, deep down she was still blossoming into full womanhood. Kara had become more and more aware about her surroundings lately. Boys especially, who reacted and responded not just to her secret identity but especially to her alter-ego. Dressed in her tight red and blue costume that sported her House’s sign, it practically lit up most of the male population’s (and quite a few female’s) fantasy of a perfect goddess living on Earth. Her taut, athletic alien body contrasting her cute and innocent look; able to casually lift and throw a car hundred of miles away while being able to hold and shake hands like all other human beings. She knows she’s practically a walking wet dream, if all those internet pictures and digital posters of her really do render people to cum uncontrollably.

Despite being a little self-conscious initially, she does feel more flirthy these days as she matured. It seems like deep down inside her, Kara Zor-El does has the unconscious desire to flaunt. And why not? She’s a sexy, super female contained in one amazingly beautiful and curvy package. Which was why she continued to wear the two-piece costume despite the skirt’s length barely covering half of her thigh. Supergirl loved how it lifted and flapped across her curvaceous butt while she flew in the air, luxuriating in the way her current costume offers in terms of flexibility and freedom of motion, while also enjoying how it sends many a heart fluttering when they sneaked a peek of her barely there panties which barely covered her crotch..

However these past few weeks had the supergirl feeling all kinds of weird, feeling even more horny than the ‘usual’ trends. Which was why on this particular beautiful Spring day she had taken a detour off from her usual patrol and ended up on the outskirts area in the Midwest. An old, deserted industrial area that was out of the way from any closest town is now functioning more of a junkyard then a previously envisioned warehouse. A place that is now one of Supergirl’s private playgrounds that afforded her a littler private R&R.

R&R, in this case, meant tearing and breaking things up without a care. There were more than enough junk material to go around, with all the abandoned vehicles large and small for her to take advantage of. With her fluctuating libido, Kara thought that by going through her usual exercise motions, just exerting her abilities long and hard enough might eventually help her mind off those flashes of random libidous thoughts.

And so she did. Hitting, kicking, punching, tearing and generally destroying everything that she could get her hands or feet on, working out all her pent-up frustrations. Given her invulnerability under the yellow sun, no sharp ends from metal or glass could scratch or even irritate her, as she just took her time “working on” all the rusty automobiles.

Smashing her fists through more than a dozen windscreens was just the start. As she got bored with fist pounding, Kara then proceeded to use the metal bodies as her alternative artwork material. Bending, twisting and crushing the rest of the metal bodies with either her hands, arms, legs and other parts of her bodies, before placing them all over the place seemingly in a landscape design. Some of those that she made reminded of the various intricate art pieces of her own alien races and culture, reminescent of items and memories of olden days of a decimated culture.

A few times, she stacked up the cars as high as she could, and flying upwards to land gingerly on the top of the highest car, balancing herself with a gentle flex of her legs and thighs so that she maintained the entire stack before proceeding to lay face down on it, with her body spread as wide as possible. Then in a controlled usage of her strength, her slim body exploded into a maze of powerful muscles which she then forced herself downwards, pushing down with a magnitude of force that made her body akin to an organic car crusher, flattening the multiple cars downwards to the ground in a cacophony of screaming metal and breaking glass as she exerted the enormous strength that belied her cute and athletic body. All the while holding a smile on her face as she exalted in the ease of her doing so with just a sliver of the power and strength that she has in her young female body.

But all that little exertion however had not done much to douse the inner heat. Quite the contrary actually, despite not having anything to push herself to the limit. The more she exerted herself, the more she felt unsatisfied. The heat remained simmering beneath the surface, the itch still tingled and running all over her body.

It was because of all of these conflicting inner emotions that she hadn’t realised that she was not alone, someone observing her going about her ways from a distance. Under normal circumstances, her amazing physical gifts would have easily picked up the familiar heartbeat and that particular blood and body scent of that person as if they were only milimeters apart. A signature that has been tasted, and stored by her own body and mind. By the time her senses tingled enough for her to turn around, she was greeted by a powerful enough blast of air that slammed against her torso. Kara had tensed herself but was still not fast enough to leverage her flight powers. As it were, she was sent flying forwards against her will, crashing and ploughing against a set of beat-up trucks, her fully-powered female Kryptonian body easily crushing them even further and flatter onto the ground.

Grunting as she pushed herself up and extricated herself from partially crushed pile of metal, Kara felt more annoyed than pain, blaming herself for not being more attentive of her surroundings. After all, she also had the vampire’s emphathic senses to boot. To be caught unaware like this would have resulted in her doing triple sets of pushups depowered if Bruce was around. Looking up she quickly spotted her opponent, that familiar muscular figure who had just dropped from three hundred feet onto the ground. One who wore the same House insignia as her own, which by itself was stretched prominently across a fantastically muscled body of a man.

The one that she identified as her baby cousin.

“Is that all for your work out? I thought that you would be pushing the paces even more, in a manner befitting a Kryptonian. Don’t tell me you’re going soft Kara? Or worse, just slacking off.”

Kara’s eyes narrowed at that taunt. That irritating boyscout smirk as he stood a couple of feet away with his arms over his wide chest. For some reason it made her blood boil slightly as she regarded the allegedly most powerful man on Earth.

“Unlike you, BABY Kal-El, I do spend time to improve on my physique in any way that I can. After all…” purposedly looking up and down at the Man of Steel “…there aren’t many who can qualify as my sparring partner these days. Can’t seem to keep up with a girl apparently, much less a SUPER one.” It was clear what she was alluding to in their little tryst up North where she had more than held her own against Kal-El.

She barely had time to really lay it into her cousin when the Girl of Steel was again caught in a powerful blast of red hot heatvision against her torso.The heatbeams made her feel even more uncomfortable, even more so compared to the earlier gust of superbreath as Superman seemingly piled on everything that he is able to muster.

Grunting and bending downwards to try and resist the blast, she generated enough flight power with her thighs, glutes and buttocks to hold out from being pushed backwards from the force, even as she bent down slightly to rub her costume-covered chest. Even so, she wasn’t prepared for his subsequent body-check, which sent her crashing into and through the various useless vehicles behind her. Those rusted vehicles stood no chance to stopping her, and Supergirl went through a couple of brick walls of the larger bandoned warehouse and at least another two miles before she finally crashed down on a couple of old crates.

“Uggh… What the hell has gone into him today?” Feeling slightly dazed from the impact Kara was actually feeling more confused than pissed.

Even though they have sparred, normally they would give other warnings. Today’s weirdness is really taking it to the next level. Normally Kal doesn’t do spontaneously, let along taunts and insults. If anything, he’s like the alternative to Bruce Wayne; keep hammering good things into another’s brain until the desired change is observed. Something that he had picked up from Ma Kent, apparently, which was why Kara regarded him as a nag sometimes.

Which made his antics today very odd.

Shaking her head, she tried to sit up from the half-cracked wooden bench that had somehow survived her trajectory, it was barely holding on from further cracking and falling onto the ground beneath her dense Kryptonian body.

“I just thought you deserve to see what exactly I can do when I truly unleash the my full strength, when I give it everything I have.” She was just in time to see the Man of Steel hovering over her just as she was about to pick herself up. He obviously heard her lament just now, which brought a little colour to her cheeks. “Care for a proper rematch?”

Her eyes narrowed, Kara’s reply was unambigous, and Kal was immediately met by a flurry of powerful kicks and punches to his head and torso from various sides, shockwaves from each hit booming over a five-mile radius. Despite his own superspeed and muscular bulk to take and dish out hits, Kara’s results from all her training was again on show as within the first ten shots Superman had already been hit three times, twice on his chest and once on his right leg. He could feel himself being continuously pushed back and he parried repeatedly. One side swipe with left leg came with enough force to lift a two ton truck from the ground into space, sent the Man of Steel spinning into the air for three rounds before falling on the partially sandy ground.

“You were saying, BABY Kal-El?” Kara couldn’t help but gloat slightly, but she immediately regretted it when she saw the angry face of the Man of Steel as he turned around and slowly stood back up. His naturally muscular Kryptonian male body was tensed, like a jaguar looking set to jump on its prey. Despite her taking defensive stance, even she didn’t anticipate the power he had put behind the haymaker as that shot from the chin up sent Supergirl a trajectory upwards to the sky beyond twenty thousand feet. The trajectory meant that when she fell back she was a couple of miles out when she started, and her fall crushed and trashed another couple of dozen cars when she came down on yet another abandoned spot.

Superman didn’t even let up. His supervision meant that before Kara could again extricate herself up from the pile of junk steel she found herself being pinned onto the ground. Grabbing her smaller hands while straddling her he tried to use all the advantage that he has to try and teach this sliver of a girl a lesson in strength. The kind of strength that is very much part of his own alien heritage, the part that had made him the envy of all walks of life on Earth, powered by his own large muscles and and a body size that would be the envy of heavyweight bodybuilders.

“Stay down Kara. Give it up! You’re no match for me!” Based on his previous experience, normally she might buck or do something unexpected to throw him off, and he had quickly dug his knees slightly into the ground to press his advantage and leverage. Mustering all his powers and also throw in an additional psychological barrier, he stated “You can’t match me at my full strength.”

But she didn’t yield; Instead, Kara Zor-El stared back against her cousin with her own determined azure blue eyes, her mouth forming a thin line while her eyebrows knitted closer as she concentrated, hard. Kal’s eyes opened wide as he felt the unmistakable wave of underlying power within those toned feminine arms, slowly responding to the questions he posed. Impossibly, the force is slowly counteracting and pushing back ever against himself as the Last Son of Krypton felt his hands slowly rising into the air against his wishes. Even as Kara’s arms grew larger by the second as the Girl of Steel turned on HER own strength.

“How… That’s not possible…” The Man of Steel couldn’t believe what he was seeing and feeling, let alone accept it. He responded by just piling even more strength and power that is part of his solar-fueled alien heritage; every part of his torso now exploding into a size that would be the envy of the most dedicated bodybuilders. Grunting with effort as he tried to push down again on Kara, putting on an enormous amount of force that would be best measured in millions of pounds, a measure that he knows that there is nothing on Earth, and very few metahuman who have been able to withstand this manner of explosive force continuously. Less power had been used to destroy mountains and squished the thickest of steel bars into liquid.

But this young, cute female cousin of his was now matching him every bit of the way, pound by pound, inch by inch. Sweat now appeared on her forehead just below her blonde mane, Kara closed her eyes for a moment admist the current competition of strength. Imagining herself back in the BatCave, back to the grind and grit to prove that she can always go one better that the set out goal. To always be ready to go “One. More”.

“So… You… want me… to prove it, Kal? That I’m not just… cuter… faster, but also stronger? … MORE powerful than even you, Superman? Well here’s… your… proof!” She managed to speak out amidst her own exertions before seemingly throwing in everything that she had, causing each and every part of her body’s muscles to slowly grow into a form that resonated with the moniker bestowed upon her – The Maid of Might. Incredibly, Superman felt himself again being pushed back, and he could only watch with shallow breaths as his cousin’s modelesque physique, one that would be more at home on catwalks or on fashion magazines, take on a very different look from mere moments earlier.

Perfect abs with deep ridges, sculpting themselves with deepening definition by the second with her powerful flexes; upwards to the two almost perfect breathtaking breasts that strained her top to expand the <S> even larger as they rose up in line with the expansion of her underlying pectorals. Her toned arms and rounded shoulders becomes more astonshing with every second. Striated etches of muscles continued to reveal itself from her initial model-esque torso, their bulging size now closely matching his. From the looks of it, the way she continued to push back deteminedly, a flash of thought crossed the mind of the Man of Steel.

That Kara Zor-El, the Last Daughter of Krypton, was even more powerful than he was!

The power that both Kryptonian cousins were using to deal against each was such that their body had started to heat up, causing the grass beneath Kara to slowly go brown and eventually charred with the unnatural heat buildup. But as she continued pushing back, the Girl of Steel slowly bent herself herself upwards eventually nto a sitting position, her body’s flexibility leveraged to the fore. Seeing Kal’s continued frustration and conflicting emotions, she smiled grimly as she flipped a mental coin.

“You want to see strength and power, Kal? Let me show you what a Kryptonian GIRL can do!!” Taking another deep breath, she then repeated the mantra of “One. More.” in her mind, and then this time Kal found himself slowly bending backwards with the unyielding power that is now from the most powerful superheroine of Earth. It was a matter of time, but the inevitable happened as moments later it was Superman who now found himself now pinned with his arms on the ground by hers, Supergirl now sitting on his lap .

In between pants with the exertion, she blurted out. “Now, BABY Kal-El. Do you yield?” She still managed to smile despite her flushed face, whereas he just gulped and nodded. Kara couldn’t help giggling as she realised she had truly won their contest of strength. The main reference point of him being super, bested by a young woman. Again.

Seeing the conflicting emotions on the face of her cousin, the vaunted Superman, was both funny and yet… weird.

The entire situation that they were in was somehow… off. Or rather, false?

She had already noted the difference in his general demeanour when he came at her. Now she also realized that he wasn’t as calm nor composed. It was extremely rare to see Superman jump into any fights haphazardly. But beyond that was beneath the facade, while she just couldn’t really put a finger on any particular point somehow. It seemed as if there was a mask, a veil of fog that hung in the air to hide the reality.

A feeling of being there, and yet not.

While withdrawing her arms and trying to sit back up her left hand inexpicably brushed against the thick bulge from Superman’s crotch area. Kal gave a loud gasp from the contact, and her eyes moved down involuntary to the suddenly realised the impact of their mutual exertions had on the Man of Steel.

He was extremely hard already, the ultra-stretchible form-fitting costume struggling to contain his enormous tool from bulging outwards and upwards. Kara thought his member looked to be close to his full-mast Kryptonian size. Judging from the whiff of familiar musk and the slightly damp patch around the top of his rod, it looks like the entire exercise had made him more tha aroused.

Despite his own embarrasment and uncontrolled emotions when he felt the gentle brush of Kara’s left hand against his male pride, it also dawned on Kal that he wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way. Despite the colour rising amongst Kara’s cheeks, he too noticed the familiar copious smell of honey and wildflowers that grew strong. The potency meant that their pheremones must have been hanging around for a while, but in their efforts to best each other neither of them had noticed that simple tell-tale sign of an aroused Kryptonian female. A situation that Kara had realised that the more she truly exerted herself using her full strength and powers, the hornier she became and vice cerse.

Suddenly being shy and unsure, Kara tried to disengage to cool off. The change in atmosphere was too sudden to take it in. She was just about to stand up and disentangle herself from Kal when a pair of large hands started to hold and caress her still sllightly-pumped-up thighs. Moaning appreciatively as she felt his hands running gently up and down her her bulged-up traps, she could feel his increased desire as his pants just got even more damp, even as his hands moved towards her back to cup the swells of her luscious curves of her ass. To Kal, her body felt like warm, living clay under his touch. Beneath her silky-smooth skin Kara’s muscles would gently succumb to his grasps but only when he truly exerted. As he gropped and held her on her curvaceous butt and powerful thighs it proved that Superman’s strength was truly up to task to gentle the Girl of Steel. To eventually make love to this alien female from the stars.

Running on pure emotion, Kara adjusted her position slightly so that she had her own lower region rub against the base of Superman’s engorged and quivering cock, feeling his incredible size and girth. The welcomed result of their alien Kryptonian cells, growing so large and powerful from the yellow-sun exposure. Feeling him up even as her short skirt barely covered the throbbing tool, she smiled sensually as she thought back to their tryst back at the Fortress. Now, she could see Kal’s body tense with anticipation as he gasped at the incredible sensations. Pulling his hands from her sleek slopes of her butt, she felt his fingers moving upwards, languidly running along the carved trenches of her powerful and trembling thighs yet again but purposedly avoiding the prize in store, rising instead over run over her cobbled abs.

It was all she could do to throw her head back slightly in a throaty moan at that sensation, secure in the fact how the Man of Steel is doing his part in worshipping the body of the last remaining female of their race. HER body. Her moans quickly grew louder, cooing appreciately as she felt the tell-tale cupping and fondling of her frontal hemispheres. Superman’s fingers playfully pushed, rubbed and pinched her very excited nipples that had tenting up from her blue skintight top, making two bullets that pulsed prominently from the large red and yellow House of El insignia adorned on her chest.

“You like it don’t you? The softest part of my body, yet so firm in your hands…” Kara moaned again as Kal gave her another tight squeeze of her assets. Seemingly holding on to the most sacred offering that are the large firm organic globes in his hands, a lifetime of masculine instinct contained within his male DNA only led to the increasing of his desire for sexual reciprocity. His willpower rapidly diminished as he gave up to his ancestral instincts.

As he kept up his hold on her, he noticed how Kara’s feminine curves seemed to enlarge by the second underneath the satiny skin, the soft touch of his powerful fingers seemed to coax her into a gentle flexing of her muscles yet again. It became even more noticeable as the Girl of Steel started to move and primed her body so as to once again show off those large, incomparable physique that had absolutely no reason to appear on her athletic, modelesqued body. Kal felt the rise of her twin peaks, slowly pushing back on his large hands as the underlying pecs again exerted themselves to overcome even the strength of the Man of Steel and desire.

Both of them felt the raging inferno that was now threatening to spill out into the open at any second. She could see it in his eyes, the way he panted, enjoying and even relishing her grips and rubs on his still covered manhood, which only made her entire body tingle even more.

Again, there was something… odd… about the entire situation; But before she could really put her finger on what it was she found herself back again on her back.

This time, her powerful legs have been pulled wider, allowing her cousin a direct view at his prize. He stared intently at the thin strip underneath her skirt that maintained that little protection over her wet slit. In time she felt his thick, steel hard shaft throbbing under her skirt, rubbing and probing insistently against her covered southern opening. If she was honest, the very fact that she was so very wet and ready with full-on self-lubrication that it was all she could to just pull the Man of Steel directly into her immediately.

But Kal refused to be drawn into her. At least not yet. Instead, he played with Kara’s arousal and emotion in a controlled manner, contented to just allow the briefest of touches by his own inhuman size of a cockhead to only gently probe her southern lips through her thin thong without pushing through. As the Girl of Steel started to pant with increasing desire, the Last Son of Krypton just continued ravishing licks and kisses all over her exposed neck, down to her bullet hard nipples while caressing and grabbing onto her butt powerfully without missing a beat.

Whatever that she anticipated him to do, he did the opposite instead. His licks took him southwards past her extremely rigid nipples, onto her ridged abdomen before disappearing beneath her skirt. Though she could feel his kisses and mouth everywhere around the ultimate prize, even his warm breath was enough to cause her clitoris to tent up as another bullet from the southern border. Even so, he still purposedly avoided going all in, contented enough just to lick around the edges, taking up the stickiness that coated her inner thighs. Always coming close to the walls of the entrance, but not into it.

Teasing, driving the heightened expectations. Pushing the threshold of how much she could stay sane with all the sexual distractions.

As it were, she almost burst into a powerful orgasm when he suddenly licked and bit on her own very hard clitoris through her thin thong. She knew she Oh So Close but despite suddenly gushing even more sticky liquid down her thighs there was just that little bit more that he had not done.

All of which just caused Kara’s own arousal to rise up a couple of notches higher as she tried to push and manouver his head closer to her vaginal lips. Her very aroused superbody now demanding the anticipated penetration by the most powerful cock on Earth as the first step towards her blissful climatic release.

“Ugghh… Come on, Kal… Oh Rao… I need it… Uhgghh… Put… Put it in me NOW… PLEASE…” Her cries for need, the need for pleasure, seemingly reverberated aroudn the wider area. Soon, she felt the inevitable happen.

Lifting his head back up, Superman repositioned himself correctly; placing one hand on the ground and another pushing the thin fabric to the side, flexing his male body he finally pushed his superhuman Kryptonian cock into the tightest and warmest canal on Earth in one glorious thrust.

The Girl of Steel screamed in partial ecstacy and pain, her lower regions opening up and then engulfing him like a venus flytrap with her full Kryptonian strength. Easily double the size of any regular human, Supergirl writhed and shuddered on the ground with his powerful penetration, her supersenses and superspeed all kicking in to allow her to savour the experience of the full-sized Kryptonian cock moving deeper into her. All thanks to the amazing yellow sun that powered their Kryptonian cells.

The waves of unthinkable rapture ran through the couple’s superpowered bodies as the hardest and largest cock of the only male member of a decimated alien race pushed on increasingly deeper into the womb of the Last Daughter of Krypton, until it came to a stop at the barrier that was her own unique inner vagina. The last biological legacy of their alien race.

While Kal seemed contented to get comfortable, Kara however was in no mood to wait. Thrusting her powerful chest upwards against Kal’s own causing Superman to exhale “whoof” from the sudden involuntary strike, she reached both her hands to the side and grabbed onto the grass next to her to try and gain some leverage, before raising and then hooking both her powerful legs around the Last Son of Krypton’s waist. Then, in a burst of additional superstrength, she piled on those additional few hundred thousands of pounds of penetration power, power that was added onto Kal’s own, to pull him further inwards, to go deeper into her as fast as possible.

Both cousins cried out in unison, in a dual-toned scream and shout as they felt the inevitable. Superman’s member finally rushed through the final third of the way, bottoming out within Kara as he penetrated her inner Kryptonian vagina, causing both of them to climax there-and-then. The force of their pleasureable cry was enough to topple many of the stacked junk steel, and blowing out the glass windows of buildings within a ten mile radius. Couple of minutes in, both Superman and Supergirl are panting now as Kal stopped to acclimatise to the warm embrace afforded by Kara’s superpowered inner vagina. Stretched out and with more nerve endings that ever thought possible, Kara’s superpowered vagina now clenched powerfully over his stiff cock, with a grip and manner that would have easily crushed and melted anything less than Kryptonian strong.

This allowed Superman to actually revel in the power of his own invulnerable manhood, that only he was capable of penetrating, and then resisting this equally remarkable young woman’s overwhelming pressure putting upon him within her invulnerable vagina. Though it was also a belated realization, the moment his invulnerable member entered its organic sheath, his initial assumption of him being the only and most powerful crumbled down. That an unknowing realisation slowly surfaced that the last female member of his own race could actually be stronger, even when compared to his currently more matured and stacked superpowerful male body.

But that didn’t dwell long on his mind, for Superman’s thoughts moved on very quickly and gave into his darkest and deepest fantasies, a sudden wild delight billowing through his mind as Supergirl grasped her hands on his inhumanly large arm muscles. His grunts and moans become louder and more urgent as they explore each other’s bodies with hands, fingers and tongues, unhindered by any further reluctance on his part as she too attempted to caress and crush his body tighter against her bumps and curves, desiring much much more beyond ordinary love making. Unconsciously Kara’s vaginal muscles too slowly seemingly took on a mind of its own, for she suddenly realised that she was able to control her inner muscles down there in such a way so as to allow her to clench, restrict and even massage him in a way that was truly alien to ordinary Terrans. Something that only caused the most powerful male superhero to repeatedly cry out pleasureably as her vaginal muscles played with his manhood in such an erotic manner.

Even so, the age-old sexual coupling technique was still the basis of all pleasures, and Kal-El finally eventually found enough determination to hold onto his own desire and started moving his hips, pulling back and then thrusting forward into his powerful cousin in a repeated motion. As he sped up his movements, each and every thrust seemed to produce a bigger force leading to a louder and deeper booming sound as their bodies slapped powerfully against each other, her body being rammed again and again onto the ground causing cracks to emanate all from her back. It only worked to heighten the entire sexual experience for both supers as their movements gradually moved faster, their lower bodies slowly showing a gentle red glow from all the friction despite the amount of organic lubricant available catering to their rumbuctious love-making.

Kara felt as if she was about to reach Rao’s gates in heaven. Her volume and pitch of her cries of pleasure continued rising even higher, while her legs and arms worked hard in tandem with Kal’s effort to bang deeper into her as they continued their accent up to towards sexual climax. It was then that she suddenly felt, and then saw that he seemed to be slowing down, against her wishes! Confused with this sudden change, she then heard an irritating and persistant buzzing in the background. This seemed to be the cause of Superman slowing his pounding, as he too looked around left and right trying to figure out that source of the sound.

“What the… Damn superhearing! What the fuck is that stupid noise…” her inner voice stopped midway when she suddenly caught sight of something impossible.

For she suddenly realised that the face in front of her wasn’t the boyish face of her cousin that she was so accustomed to. Instead, it shifted into a thinner and sharper feature with a smaller chin, the eyes slightly swollen. Her supermemory quickly linked it up to the digital photo of the supposedly elusive male witch that her three new friends had identified at the Chronicle with Carter Sharp earlier this week.

In a bizarre way it was like looking at those doctored, but not very well-done digital prints that exists on the Internet, where one had cropped and placed one’s face on top of another body. In this case, that muscular-physique happens to be of the one and only Man of Steel. Her confusion must have been pretty obvious, because the face merely chuckled when he saw her reaction. It was anything but an precursor of what was to come.

“Well well, cherie. Looks like the game’s up for me, at least today. And I was so close as well.” Like a cat which had just finished a meal, he sounded very contented with what he had gotten today, even though both of them hadn’t even cum, yet.

At least, to Kara’s mind they hadn’t. Or had they?

“What… who… why?” Her brain was still partially in mush, so highly aroused was her body and mind, that she could barely blurt out anything coherent at that spur of the moment.

That, and that very large Kryptonian penis that was still lodged snugly within her own invulnerable vagina. Which was proving to be a very good distraction.

Then again, if he’s not Kal, then what the hell was now being clenched inside her vagina?

“Tsk tsk tsk. Questions questions. If you really are interested to find the answers, well, I’m sure with your amazing superpowers that wouldn’t be any problem. After all, Midvale-Leesburg IS your town after all.” He didn’t even try to hide anything, and in a swift motion that face melted away, shifting back to Kal’s boyish looks looking back intently at Kara. The face which then closed his eyes and focused on his next action.

“What are you… UGGGHHHh… NOOOOOO… .” Kara cried out in horror as she felt the ‘Man of Steel’ starting to pull back, his full-sized Kryptonian cock that she had been craving for is now slowly being withdrawn from deep within her against her wishes.

Trying to turn back the tide, Supergirl grunted and tightened her inner vagina with all her powers, hoping to clamp down and stop the reversal of movement within her. Long legs that would have been at home on catwalks again bursting back into huge slabs of powerful muscles as they heeded her need for power, for strength! Squeezing with every bit of superstrength that she could muster on the body of her superlover, she attempted to force Kal’s hip to a stop, to not allow him to retreat.

Not when she’s so close now to her own orgasmic release. But it was doing no good.

Gritting her teeth she gasped out. “Hngggh… How? This… is … not… happening!!” She was unable to stop the ‘Man of Steel’ no matter how she tried, how hard she gripped and pulled, how desperately she clenched and grasped with her vagina. She was just unable to prevent that frustrating and yet wonderful slow slide of the largest and most powerful organic steel from moving back and out from her inner core. The irritating keening sound of steel meeting steel only got louder as ‘Superman’s’ was besting her in every aspect this time, his slow and steady withdrawal overcoming both her inner vaginal muscles that had wrapped over his manhood, as well as the constrictive force trying to delay the inevitable.

“Kal” merely opened his eyes and replied nonchalantly. “Oh, but it is, my dear Supergirl. Over here, there is nothing you or anyone can do to stop me. Your vaunted superpowers are useless against me.” It was so weird to see her cousin’s face speaking in a British accent while still appearing like him.

The entire action dragged out for another minute or so despite Kara’s best effort, the very sexually aroused and extremely frustrated superheroine biting her lower lip, knowing that she was just delaying the inevitable. Eventually she felt the hardest and largest cock on Earth extricated from her tight pussy in a large “POP!”. That final act of releasing his cock from its tight sheath felt like a champagne cork blowing itself up and outward from its bottle, and finally succeeded in driving her into one small, extremely unsatisfying orgasm that did nothing whatsover to quench her desires.

That made Supergirl very mad indeed.

The “Man of Steel” then stood up watching over her, with his 16-inch cock still standing erect and pointing upwards the sky, all slick with their combined cum juices. He purposedly positioned himself so that a large dollop of his Kryptonian jism fell directly on top of her southern opening again, wetting her very engorged clit which throbbed in response. Crossing his arms in a smirk, he taunted. “And I thought that it would take much more to dominate the Girl of Steel. Looks like you’re much weaker than I thought. I guess females will be females, and you don’t seem to be much better than those other whores I’ve fucked.”

Kara’s anger came to the fore. In a microsecond later she unleashed a powerful heatvision blast directly against the imposter who stood only a few feet from her.

Instead of seeing him taking the brunt of her own power and being blasted away, she instead found herself being showered with concrete, plaster and steel beams from high-above. With superspeed she caught and tossed the bigger pieces of structure aside like swatting away a fly, though she still coughed given all the dust that came swirling all around her. Shaking her blonde mane, it was when she really opened her eyes that she realised that she was lying on the concrete floor of one of the abandoned factories within the area. Her heatvision had blasted through two layers of concrete floor and continued unimpeded upwards along its path high into the orange evening sky, the main cause for the collapse of all parts of the building. Picking herself up and floating in the air, a quick spinning move like a top soon got rid of all the debris and dust, a mere annoyance for one who could easily crush any concrete blocks into powder.

Though what was still decidedly left of the Girl of Steel was that tell-tale sticky dampness that remained between her legs and on her underwear.

Looking about with her supervision and combining with x-ray and heatsensing, she finally confirmed that she was all alone here, just like how she was when she started. However the wreckage and destruction all about also confirmed that Supergirl and her invulnerable body must have had a field day. Multiple cracks eminating from various parts on the ground within a five-mile radius, craters large and small of at least six feet deep, many of the old abandoned vehicles that she had supposedly stacked up earlier as flat as pancakes, and warehouse masonry lied haphazardly everywhere across the ground.

What in Rao’s name happened to her just now? And What the hell did the male witch do to her? No sooner had her supermemory recalled that face that she realised that she was still feeling all sorts horniness. Being denied the explosive release that her superbody demanded, she was feeling sexually unsatisfied even though she could feel the partially dried-out slickness that coated the insides of her thighs to know she already came. Judging from all the destruction all around, multiple times even, in her own supergirl-ish manner!.

That must be why her energy seemed to have dropped a notch at the moment, though nothing that can’t be fixed though with a quick flight out into space for a quick sunbathe before returning.

Though those pertinent questions about the male witch lingered in her mind as she tried to compose herself enough to make that short-trip back home, as she figured out what’s next.

Maybe a trip to Gotham City to see an old friend might help.

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Gaius Marcus opened his eyes slowly and looked about the small room that is his current residence at the Foundation. The orange shade of the setting sun shone through the window from his back and partially illuminating the sideboard cupboard in front of his current position. The room that used to belong to childrens and teenagers still apparent what with some of the remaining graffiti stilll visible on parts of the wall. Smiling despite himself to reveal his yellowed teeth, a result of him being a chain smoker, the male witch felt full of energy. That entire experience with the one and only Girl of Steel had truly invigorated his body, replenished all his physical and witches power.

He never imagined that the little seed of a spell that he had purposedly entwined within that protective shield over the building would bring such remarkable success. He had been keen to test out one of the darker arts that he had picked up from an old grimore, courtesy of some old friends back in Europe. Even though he was initially skeptical given that there were no records of anyone succeeding with it. But the promises of what success could bring was enticing enough for him to give it a try despite the risk. With his second try, not only did he succeed in executing the spell, but also managed to gain access into the minds of one of the most powerful and delectable superhero of them all.

“Superheroine.” he corrected himself, for there was no doubt that Kara Zor-el was the perfect example for the feminine form, the epitome of what a most desireable female form would be to normal Earthlings. Long, perfect blonde hair cascading down her lithe but curvaceous body that is packed into an invulnerable costume that always looked a little too small and too short now. And having come onto the scene for a few years now, the Girl of Steel had matured in all the right ways.

From the way her now large and perky chest pushes up and outwards without any sag from gravity, running downwards into an hourglass figure with her wider hips. A hint of a sixpack between her top and skirt which despite her increasing height had now only covered partially her thighs. And finally down along her dancer-like legs that extended gracefully onto the ground.

She definitely look as well-endowed and as athletic as any of the female Terrans who might have spent hours in the gym trying to keep their look fit and toned. A very beautiful female specimen that was such a big difference and total opposite to the perfect male form of the inhumanly muscular physique that exuded strength and power that was Superman.

If one were to just look at her, Supergirl would convey a killer combo of sexiness and cuteness whenever she appeared in public, displaying the kind of innocence and humility in her general demeanour that endeared her to all. It was no wonder that many a female want to be her, and many a young (and young at heart) man would fantasized about making love to her. Even now, as he mentally recalled her very alluring bumps and curves when he stepped into her very wet dream (which he purposedly induced), it was still more than enough to bring a rise out of his manhood as he felt the familiar constriction around his pants.

Despite the lack of experience, Gaius had succeeded in cloaking himself until the last moment within her mind, and was actually close to giving both of them the most intense sexual pleasure possible when his preset alarm went off. A handy device to help ensure spellcasters remain grounded with reality during the most complex spellcasting, the thirty-minute span that he had set was initially already a stretch given his inexperience. This minor error had led to her realizing that a foreign presence had infiltrated her mind, and to some extent dampened his victory mood. But the fact that he still managed to penetrate the mind of one of the most famous superhero, and in the process discovered perhaps her most private and darkest fantasy of them all, was still something to savour.

Being the last female of her now defunct race, Supergirl was now approaching a sexually matured age that it wasn’t hard to guess that she would be constantly frustrated for unable to find a comparable mate that would be able to give her the kind of sexual pleasure. It was simple assumption that it woud literally take a Superman in order to satisfy all her sexual needs, given her remarkable alien physiology under the invigorating yellow sun. It was both fitting, understandable and yet sad at the same time. Sad for her, but a glorious opportunity for Gaius to exploit, for her sexually frustrated mind meant that she was also much more susceptible to probes, at least for those with the unique ability to do so.

If he played his cards right, he could further leverage on these initial openings, afforded to him while she was in the throes of arousal or passion, to do even more than just probing and information gathering. Maybe there was even more that he could do to influence and affect her, like the concept from the movie “Inception”– imagine being in the position to tune, influence and shape her mind to his own liking! A superheroine to call his own!

All dreams usually have some references to reality, and Gaius thought he had seen enough in Supergirl’s mind to realise that she might still actually be hiding her true Kryptonian form to the general public. He was astounded with seeing how her entire Kryptonian body literally exploded from her usual lithe and toned form into one that was even more buxom and muscular. Even so, she looked no less feminine.

A form that rivalled even the vaunted Superman himself.

Gaius couldn’t help but feel even more horny when he recollected how she flexed her entire body to keep up and even try to control their virtual lovemaking; her thighs, calves, abdomen and arms all grew large with power and yet retained all of her feminine graces. It’s like watching her shifting from a contented purring kitty cat into a sleek panther in a instant, beautifully proportional in size for her feminine form.

That thought of her being akin to a predator underneath sheep’s skin came to Gaius suddenly; not just because of how her body remained so sleek. When he held and grasped her, she felt and looked so natural and in place with her Kryptonian female form, which suggested that she must know about her true form for a while.

More staggering however was the way she manhandled him in his “Man of Steel” guise in her vivid wet dreams. The way she was able to best him, control their movements together. Despite no such official reports nor unofficial commentary anywhere, this one ‘Supergirl’ could very well be on-par, or maybe even more powerful than Superman!

Gaius could help but smile to himself. Imagine having that kind of superhuman at his finger tips, one who wields such an amazing array of powers at his disposal and under his control. An indestructible goddess on call at anytime to do his bidding come what may. What an amazing situation that would be for a frail male witch such as he!

No more having to kowtow to other people in power; the days of scrapping by with whatever he has will be a thing of the past when he, Gaius Marcus, together with the physical presence of Supergirl, turns up at people’s doorstep. By then, he will have enough clout to challenge the most powerful of them, even the dastardedly Peter Knox. Hell, he might even demand for a seat representing their Witches at the Congregation! Even the vampires might need at least shut up and listen to their words now, for a change.

Beyond the mindlink, he also realised that, such was the amazing powers that the girl possessed that he was able to readily tap onto the vast amount of energy despite no physical contact. Normally he would need the kind of physical coupling to derive the and use the sexual energy for his own, turning the sexual arousal into lifeforce and mana that will be better served for one who is able to harness them. A blue spark arched between his fingers even as he gently rubbed them on both hands absentmindedly, a quick reminder how successful he had been just a while ago.

A superheroine to call his own, and functioning as an energy battery to feed his own spells through sexual intercourse. Now THAT’s the best situation that anyone could hope for. He felt confident now that many things are really within his grasp already, all the strings and players are in place.

So confident that before getting away, Gaius had actually thrown in an additional bone for her to nibble on. If everything goes according to plan… His smile widening at that thought, the blonde-haired Brit finally stood up and dusted himself, actually feeling smug for all his accomplishments. Reaching for the handy broom propped up on the corner he swept up the chalk drawings of the <S> insignia on the floor. The fact that the House-of-El’s House glyph contained within a pentagram was an added boon, given that this unique shape have always been used one way or another by spellcasters of different lineages.

Maybe it really was destiny. For him to meet Supergirl.

He couldn’t wait to meet her again. Hopefully sooner than later.