Pound this nerdy blonde silly

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Oh my God—yes—oh my God—YES!!" Kara's moans were muffled, her face pressed into the pillow, her fists gripping the sheets so tightly they were nearly ripped from the mattress. The bed creaked violently beneath her, the sound echoing through her small apartment like a metronome of lust. Her thighs trembled, her back arched, and her blonde hair stuck to her flushed skin as she gasped for air.

"You're so—tight—! Hng!" the pizza guy grunted, his hands gripping her hips with a strength that would've bruised any other woman. But not Kara. Not Supergirl. She could feel his massive cock stretching her, filling her in ways she hadn't thought possible. Twelve inches of throbbing, raw male power driving into her again and again, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

She needed this. No, she craved it. The anonymity, the sheer normalcy of it. He didn't know who she was. He didn't know she could bench press a planet, or that she'd saved the world more times than she could count. To him, she was just Kara Danvers, the cute nerdy girl who'd ordered a pizza and accidentally flirted her way into this. And that was perfect.

Supergirl did not swear.

"Fuck—fuck—"

Kara did.

Whimpering and swearing like a sailor, her voice cracking as he slammed into her again, her body rocking forward with the **** of it. Fuck, even Batman, the most incredible ordinary human she had ever met, could never claim to have moved her with a punch or a kick.

This random pizza guy did. He did what Batman could only accomplish with decades of prep time.

She could feel his hips slapping against her ass mingling with their ragged breaths and the relentless creak of the bed. It was too much, and yet not enough. She wanted more. She wanted everything.

"You're so fucking—good—" he panted, his hands sliding up her back to grip her shoulders. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her as he buried himself deep inside her, his cock hitting a spot that made her see stars.

Her arms dropped. Suddenly, she was eating the pillow.

Kara's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she came, her walls clenching around him like a vice. But she didn't stop there. No, she couldn't stop. She tightened herself even more, using her super strength in a way she'd never dared before, just to feel him deeper, to make him feel her.

This was tight enough to make any man cum.

"Jesus Christ—" he groaned, his hips stuttering as he drove into her harder, faster, his cock throbbing inside her. "What the fuck—where did—oh my God, Kara—"

She smirked into the pillow, biting her lip to stifle a laugh. He had no idea. And that was the best part.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't even something Kara had thought about. But when he kissed her, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. His lips were soft yet demanding, his hands gentle yet firm as they explored every inch of her body. And when he finally pushed inside her, she knew she was in trouble.

Because he was amazing.

His cock was massive—bigger than anything she'd ever taken before—and he knew exactly how to use it. He was slow at first, patient, letting her adjust to his size as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. But then he started moving, his hips rolling against hers in a rhythm that made her toes curl and her vision blur.

And now, hours later, they were still going.

God, just how many hours had it been at this pint.

"Kara—" he groaned, his voice strained as he thrust into her again, his cock hitting that spot that made her see stars. "You're—fuck—you're incredible—"

Incredible and more importantly tight.

She couldn't respond. She could barely think. All she could do was moan, her body trembling as he took her higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge.

The bed creaked louder now, the sound almost drowning out their gasps and moans. Her neighbors were definitely going to hear this. And the thought of that—of them knowing what was happening—only made her wetter, her walls clenching around him as she came again, her nails digging into the sheets.

"Kara—" he panted, his hips slamming into hers one last time before he stilled, his cock pulsing inside her. "Cumming!"

Balls-deep, balls-clenching, he spilled everything. All that human seed terraforming this alien womb. Kryptonians were said to be essentially immortal when exposed to a yellow sun's radiation. Their cells were virtually incapable of decay.

Kara's cells would never forget this. Her pussy would never be the same.

Her legs joined her arms and she dropped like a puppet. Collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving, she tried to catch her breath. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. She…she couldn't move.

Had Doomsday ever wrung her out like this? Had Darkseid?

No. No, they hadn't.

Brianiac could claim to have invaded her mind. Doomsday could claim to have overpowered her in strength.

But not all at once.

The mind and the brain, both conquered. Both losing and submitting.

Not like this. Nobody had ever treated her like this.

"H-hngghhh~!"

Kara Zor-El.

Kara Danvers.

Supergirl.

The pizza guy withdrew and she whimpered. He saw his seed spill from her cunt and was satisfied for today.

"W-wait…ngghh…" Squelch, squelch. He slapped her ass and more cum spewed out.

"Don't worry, we can go again tomorrow, Kara," he said, smiling kindly. "Look, it's getting way too dark."

Kara. Right. That was her name. God, did her identity even matter anymore? And Kara knew, in that moment, that she was in trouble.

Because she didn't want this to end.

Not yet.

Not ever.