Let's get cleaned up and talk.

You wrap her in your arms and kiss the top of her head and she leans into you. She’s still trembling a little, likely for a lot of reasons.

“How about you go grab a shower. I’ll look you out something to wear. Then I’ll get cleaned up and we can have a nice chat, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

She doesn’t sound like she believes it, so you tip her chin up and kiss her on the lips, gently asking for permission to go deeper with your tongue. She eagerly grants it, and you hold her close and kiss her deep. You’re certain she’s afraid she’s screwed something up here, that now the sex is done you’ll chase her off any moment. The kiss is a promise that you want her.

“Go on,” you smile, lightly patting her ass as she moves off to the bathroom. “Use whatever you want in there.”

Once the door is shut you pull out some of your spare clothes. You aren’t carrying anything meant for a 5’5 girl, but one of your shirts should be suitable, but you also make sure to lay out a hotel dressing gown and a set of boxer shorts, not that they would likely fit.

Then there’s nothing to do but undress yourself and listen to the sound of running water. You don’t even try not to think about what lies beyond the door. You can imagine that pretty face relaxing under the warm water as it runs down every curve, soaping up her perfect, rounded breasts, feeling the phantom sensation of your touch. Was she curious about the cum you had placed inside of her? Would she investigate it? Seek to scoop some out? Gaze into her womb with her X-Ray vision? Would she be afraid of it, or would it excite her? Your imagination twists the image, taking that slender waist and expanding it with a child, nurturing milk filling her large breasts, Supergirl cooing to the unborn infant, the first of many, as she gently washes her stomach. You want it. You want her.

You become so lost in the image you don’t hear the shower turn off, only the yelp of surprise as Supergirl opens the bathroom door and is shocked to see you standing naked in the room. Her hair hangs wet at her back, and a small hotel towel is wrapped around her body, giving her a plush expanse of cleavage out the top, while her arms carry your cape in a bundle about her own clothes. Then there’s her bright red face as she stares at you, whatever thought was in her head, whatever words were on her lips are gone as she just can’t take her eyes away.

“That uh… that um… was inside me?” She musters courage to say it, to look down at your cock and acknowledge what the two of you shared.

“Yeah,” you smile, a little proud. You’re definitely on the big side, but you’ve been told there’s just something slightly inhuman about your shaft, some hard to articulate betrayal of your non-human side, something ‘bestial’ one girl had said.

She looks great. You want the towel off. You want to put it back in there. But you restrain yourself. Clean up, then talk, then… maybe…

“I’ll just get cleaned up, you get yourself comfy okay?”

She nods at your instructions, lips tense with something she can’t say. You smile and walk up to her.

“Do you want to touch it?”

She’s caught off guard, but nods. You guide her hand down to your hard shaft and help her stroke along it, still slick with cum and blood. Her delicate fingers feel good, making you crave more of her touch.

“That feels nice,” you praise her. “We can play more after.” You kiss her and move past to the shower, gratified to be able to hear her trembling sigh through the door.

You make the shower quick. You’ve a hot blonde 18 year old girl sitting in your hotel room, you really don’t want to be wasting time getting back to her. Though you do take a moment to check yourself in the mirror before heading out, a small bout of self conscious pride. Satisfied that you are devastatingly good looking, you wrap a towel about your waist and head out for that talk.

Which is going to be hard. You find her sitting on the bed, lost in thought as she sits wrapped up in the dressing gown. Her silky bare legs dangle off the side, and in pulling it tight to try and cover up her bust, she’s only succeeded in emphasising her tiny waist and hour glass figure.