Getting ready.

The morning sun creeps around the fringes of your curtains. There's something gratifying in how you wake before Kara does, getting to look down the sleeping super teen, so at ease in your arms. As sinful and tempting as her thin, busty body was, her face was truly a picture of angelic innocence. Said sinful body, however, was pressed up against yours as well. Her silky legs wrapped around you, her arms pulled her tight in, crushing those meaty mammaries against your chest. She kept so close to you that if she shifted, she was practicaly grinding her little teen pussy against your hip. You wish you could let this moment roll on, you wish that you could just flip over and fuck Supergirl awake and spend the morning breeding your precious super teen, but there is, painfully, work to be done.

"Time to wake up. Duty calls." You whisper loudly to Kara as you pry her from you, enjoying the way she stretches out and displays herself to you as she wakes. "Good morning beautiful."

"Good... Good morning." Kara flushes, looking unsure if she should cover herself before you or not. Looking as if she wasn't sure she dreamed last night or not.

Leaning down you kiss her, and she purrs like a kitten as she wraps her arms about your neck and kisses back.

"I'd love to play more, but I have patrols to get ready for." You lament as you pull away and rise from the bed, enjoying how Kara keeps staring at you the whole time.

"I... I suppose I should get ready for school." Kara pulls herself up, looking with sad confusion at the remains of her Supergirl costume.

"If you prefer, I could lend you some clothes and call you a cab." You walk up behind her, wrapping arms around her slender body and gently feeling up her senstive breasts and making her shudder.

"No, I should be fine I..." Kara looks up, catching herself in the mirror and you see what she sees. The big, dark bruise you managed to embed onto her neck last night. "Oh no!"

"It looks good!" You smile, squeezing her tighter and making her moan.

"People will see! People a school will see. What will I tell them?"

"Tell them that you got yourself a hot, older man." You lean down and kiss her neck, running a tongue over the bruise. One hand leaves Kara's chest to move down her flat stomach, your fingers spreading out over her soft skin. "Tell them you're trying to get knocked up and you look forward to being bare foot and pregnant in the kitchen."

Kara laces her fingers with yours over her womb.

"Do you... do you really mean it?" Her voice is small and soft, she sounds and looks so fragile. However powerful Supergirl may be, Kara Zor-El is a delicate girl who needs you.

"Yes." You swear, kissing her temple gently. "Whether or not you want to keep being Supergirl, you're my girl now. I'll look after you."

She settles happily in your arms, wistfully looking in the mirror. With your Aura Vision you can see her X-Ray vision lighting up, scanning to see if your sperm has taken root yet. Eventually you seperate, brush teeth and begin to dress. It's a teasing delight to see Kara donning the torn Supergirl costume.

"So tell me. Do you hide your bust at school too?" You ask as she squeezes her grand breasts into the sports bra.

"No. I um... I felt if I had a different silouette it would help me keep my identity a secret. Supergirl is petit. Kara Kent is," she goes red and summons courage, sticking her chest out a bit as she tries to dirty talk. "Kara Kent is a big tittied school girl."

She bursts into giggles, and you soon join her.

"I think I'd quite like to meet this Kara Kent. Does your school have a uniform?"

"Yes. Little tartan skirt and everything."

"Then I definately want to meet her." You sweep Kara up in your arms and kiss her deeply one last time before you part for the day. "Bring her around tonight."

"Tonight?"

"I think I'd like you to stay with me as much as possible." You grin and she blushes.

"Tonight." She nods.

"And what are you going to do about this?" You ask, brushing her silken locks aside to look at the hickey and admire your work.

"I..."