4 Years Later.

You race across the sky over Prime City. The city is safe, the world is safe. Relatively speaking anyway. No matter how much work you do, there's always some madman on the loose, some war, some crime happening. Sweeping over Prime City, you pointedly do not use your Astral Vision. You're already exhausted from a long day, and finding other small pockets of chaos and imperfection will just burn you out further.

Moving past the city's boundries, you come to your home. You built the small manor yourself, seculded and peaceful. Well, it was peaceful. Entering the door and removing your mask you are met by a loud cry of 'Daddy!' as your son shoots wildly through he air towards you. Catching the toddler you pull him into a hug and kiss the top of his head.

"Now son, what have we said about flying in the house?" You gently chide, all smiles.

"Nanna can't fly!" The little boy answers, with enthusiasim if not correctness.

"I'm so sorry, Sir!" On cue, 'Nanna' appears. Your beautiful live in servant and caretaker of your children. With how busy you are and the... well... mental state of their mother, someone needs to be here for them day to day.

"It's alright," you assure her, gently stroking her cheek and making her blush. "I know he's a handful. Here, keep a hold of him, I'm just going to go and check on Kara."

Nanna's blush deepenes and she struggles to look at you. Working here for you like this means knowing most of your secrets. That you're really Alpha, and what really happened to Supergirl. To the public it was simply announced she was retiring from super heroics. That the mental stress had become too much for her, and she would take time to recover before helping the world in smaller, quieter ways out of the spot light. Of course, this wasn't the truth.

Superman, of course you had to tell him what happened, called it something in Kryptonian that translated to 'happy flower'. It seemed that Kara's willingness to have you **** the mind out of her and reshape her into your cattle **** had a precident in corners of Kryptonian society. Girls who would give up their minds to become 'perfect vessels'. In some parts it had been a choice, in others a punishment, in some even a reward.

Taking a hidden shaft down, you move to the terrarium hidden beneath the manor. Built for the ship your arrive in it features an expansive garden filled with exotic and otherworldy flowers. Amongst them is your most beautiful, your happy flower.

Kara Zor-El lies upon the soft grass, sleeping peacefully. Her breasts swelled even larger than when you first met, full of the vital milk to feed your children. Her hair had also grown longer, much longer. As soon as her first pregnancy had taken root it had begun to grow to Rapunzel like lengths, a quirk of Kryptonian genetics accelerated by the sunlight in her veins. It was longer than she was tall, letting her curl up and rest in a nest of golden locks. Of course, her slender stomach was the most changed. The sunlight diet you keep your little super cow on has meant that when she isn't pregnant her waist is deliciously tight and narrow, but now is not one of those times. Her middle is swollen with what is to be your third daughter, her slender hands wrapped lovingly around the unborn child she carries. The sight of your pregnant little breeding pet, your beautiful Supergirl eases your heart a little.

Her superhearing picks up your steps and the sleeping beauty wakes. Her large doe eyes light up in excitement at seeing you, no longer a single hint of human intellect behind them. On all fours she crawls to you, her golden hair trailing around her, as she moves to greet her Master. Crouching down you meet her in embrae and kiss, and you don't need your Astral Vision to see how happy your touch makes her as you handle her swollen breasts and stroke her pregnant stomach. She meets you with passion, her hands running over your own body, eager for affection, **** to give you pleasure, sweet animal mewls escaping her lips between kisses.

With a growl you push her back and she collapses upon her hair, her smile growing at your aggressive behaviour. Whether it is passionate sex, or venting your anger upon her body, she wants all of your feelings, her devotion to you total. Stripping off you spread her legs, no fear for the safety of the daughter inside of her. Lust fills you as you look at your pet, as you think of Nanna upstairs and how she would look on your cock, your hands about her neck as you make a happy flower of her too... of how your daughters will grow up to be as beautiful as their mother. But mostly, you just think about all the fun you're going to have with your little super pet tonight.